They met at Stephanie’s party. No husbands were around — it was a girls’ night out. Just a time to enjoy some fattening food, drinks and fun. Stephanie’s friend, Julie, was the ringleader. They were goofing off, teasing and embarrassing each other. Stephanie leaned over to Tami and whispered that Tom was there.

Tom? She thought to herself? Who the heck is Tom?

One glance and she was swept away. He was hot-looking, strong, and all the women had turned to look at him. Stephanie had talked about her encounters with Tom with fondness and always sighed when asked how he was in bed. She would squirm and cross her legs in a movement that every woman present recognized…she was feeling suddenly wet from the thought.

Tonight…Tami would take him home.

After the party, she and Tom were in the car and the sudden guilt swept over her. Was it wrong to do this? Was it a sin? Was her own pleasure worth the price? DAMN RIGHT IT WAS!

It had been a long time since she’d experienced deep feelings of pleasure because life’s turbulence always had her in its grasp. Tonight she wanted to feel young again, feel whole, and feel what it was like to have some cheap satisfying sex. Not love — just pure uninhibited sex. She truly believed she’d earned it.

Screw what all the girls thought when she left with Tom. They were just jealous. The car pulled into the empty driveway and they sat there for a minute quietly. She knew they didn’t have to go in. Her husband was gone. The kids were gone. It was just her and Tom and the darkness of the night.

She looked at him and they both knew what was going to happen.