As I stormed out of the apartment, my blood felt too hot under my skin. Not even the fine mist that fell from the night sky could cool me off. 

Once I reached the sidewalk, Webb raised our living room window and called down. "Where the hell do you think you're going, Claudia?"

Ignoring my husband, I picked up my pace. Long gone were the days when he would chase after me, desperate to end our fight. Once I heard the window slam shut, I retrieved my phone from my purse and tapped out a quick text.

Webb and I lived at the center of town; our small apartment was directly above a popular café. Now that it was half past ten, most of the shops and offices were closed. Yet I had a hunch that not all of those spaces were empty at this hour.

My hunch proved correct when Tom replied to my text: Still at the store. Working on the books.

Tom's business was just a few blocks away. By the time I reached the entrance, he was outside, lingering under the awning.

Waiting for me. 

Sweeping strands of long, damp hair out of my face, I didn't speak when my stare met his.

"Another fight?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow. My curt nod in response was enough for him to open the door and invite me inside. 

Tom had inherited his parents' antique shop, and as I followed him down a cluttered aisle, I was careful not to bump into anything fragile. His tiny office was at the back of the store. Once we stepped into that room, I turned off the light, wanting to hide. The only illumination was provided by a light in the back lot. 

In the darkness, I closed the short distance between us. Weaving my fingers through Tom's dark hair, I gave him a hard kiss. He readily returned it, his beard lightly chafing my skin. 

In moments, he'd lifted my dress. His touch was urgent, bordering on rough, when he worked his hand into my panties, but he was gentle while teasing my clit. A low laugh escaped his lips. "I don't think the rain made you this wet."

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" I snapped. My body felt like a vessel too small to contain my fury at Webb, and I couldn't help but lash out at Tom as well.

"In a minute," he replied, unfazed by my anger. My eyelids drifted closed as he slid a finger inside me. His mouth was hungry at my neck. "Why do you do this?" he whispered. "Why are you so horny for a fuck after fighting with the man you claim to love?"

"I do love him!" A pleasured moan emerged from my throat, for Tom knew just how to play with my pussy. "I need to relax, that's all. Webb gets me so worked up..." 

It wasn't about revenge, I told myself. How could it be, when Webb would never know of my transgression?

"So you come here to relax with your husband's friend?" 

Tom's voice held a bitterness that surprised me. It was true that the two of them had been close years ago, but they'd drifted apart following my marriage to Webb. Nowadays, I was the one seeing Tom on a regular basis, not my husband.

Still, his words stung. "I should go." I started to move away from him.

"Not until I give you what you need."

I gasped when Tom lifted me onto the edge of his desk. By the time he'd yanked up my dress and tugged down my panties, my pussy was sopping wet. I expected a hard, fast fuck, like those we'd had before. But tonight, he stood between my spread legs and eased his cock inside me, inch by inch.

My muscles tightened around him, prompting me to beg, "More... please!"

He rolled his hips, claiming my cunt at a languid pace. I stared down between us, eager to witness our coupling in the shadows. 

Finally, he gave a powerful thrust. "You're gonna let me come inside you this time, aren't you?" 

I answered with a needy whimper. Again, he drove himself inside me balls deep. "Is that a yes, Claudia?"

Oh God, he felt so good! How could I deny him anything when we were joined like this? 

Quickening his thrusts, he effortlessly brought me to the brink. Still, I choked out, "We shouldn't."

"Don't you want to go home to your husband with my cum leaking out of you?" he demanded in a guttural voice. I turned my face away, both ashamed and aroused.

Tom grasped my chin. "Isn't that what you need?"

"Yes!" I shouted, my anger flaring. 

But the man fucked the last of my rage out of me. By the time he was striving for his own release, I'd already climaxed three times. While kissing me, he bit my lower lip. I craved that pain, knowing I'd feel it later, when I returned to Webb, and he pressed his mouth to mine in silent apology.

Tom's entire body strained just before he let go. I quaked at the sound of his lustful groan, and at the feel of his cock pulsing within me. His seed filling my pussy served as the ultimate betrayal of my husband.

Afterward, he remained inside me, his eyes closed while he waited for his breathing to slow. Stroking his cheek, I whispered, "And why do you do this? Why do you fuck your friend's wife?"

Tom was quiet a long moment. Then he opened his eyes, holding my gaze. "Because he married the only woman I've ever loved."