She goes limp, and he lets her slide from him. This is a treat to watch. Lizzie slides down the glass, and I see it all. Her soaked naked flesh glistens as he lets her down gently. She’s sitting on the floor, legs spread wide. She’s still chuckling. He’s blocking her from the shower. The water’s hitting his back. It’s the calm before the storm. She angles her head up and reaches up for his cock. She pulls off the condom and pulls him to her. She takes his cock in her mouth and sucks, and she’s still chuckling a little because the shower water is actually running down the guy’s back to splash on Lizzie’s sensitized pussy. Each little drop is like a tongue lashing, and I can see that’s exactly what Lizzie is reciprocating with. She’s pulling him into her mouth, and he’s thrusting with his hips, holding on to the top of the shower for balance. I can’t help myself any longer. To hell with self-control. I don’t care if he knows I’m watching and wanking. This is my finest hour.

  As Lizzie sucks him, I time my strokes to match her mouth’s pumping. Water’s flowing over the sides of the tub and onto the tiles, but Lizzie and her lover are oblivious to my antics. He’s watching her suck his cock, and I can’t say I begrudge him his focus. Lizzie likes to rub the cock head along the side of her cheek, massaging it with her tongue. It not only feels amazing but it looks astounding. It feels like she’s tying it in knots, and I can never last very long when she really sucks down on my cock like that.

  And despite a night of what was probably relentless fucking, neither can this guy. After a few precious minutes of Lizzie’s finest-hour fellatio his body stiffens and he arches his back. Lizzie pulls him out as he starts to come and he shoots over her head and splatters a large stream onto the glass. I actually flinch, thinking that I might get an eyeful. And I do, from my cock, as I come too. Our moans echo. I submerge to wash away my orgasm.

  When I surface, at first I think that they’ve left the bathroom. I don’t see any bodies in the shower, so I sit up in the tub, and then I notice them. They’re on the shower floor. He’s eating Lizzie. With their splayed bodies blocking the drain the water builds up in the shower, but they don’t mind. They’re like some primeval amphibious creatures writhing in a stream, struggling for the land so they can multiply or die. He has his hands on Lizzie’s hips, and he’s working her on his face, and she’s pressing down on his back with her legs and they’re squirming around. Lizzie wedges herself in the corner and sits up facing me. This is the first real eye contact we’ve enjoyed since she began fucking the sharply-dressed man, and she smiles and blows me a kiss.

  My cock hardens. I blow her a kiss and smile back.

  It was my finest hour—the one I spent watching Lizzie get fucked in the shower—and then she beckons me over to join them, and I realize that it isn’t just my finest hour. It’s our finest hour, and picture this: it has only just begun.

  THE STARS FELL DOWN

  Kristina Wright

  The accidental brush of a hand. A knowing look across a room. The tilt of a head toward the door. Telltale signals shared between spouses or, in this case, between lovers whose spouses were oblivious.

  Cole was drunk. It wasn’t apparent in his demeanor, but I knew the signs. He brushed by me on his way through the kitchen and his hand touched my ass. He paused, standing there for a good minute and blocking the path of two other guests trying to get by. I wanted to press against his hand, but I knew better. It was too risky.

  I glared at him, knowing it didn’t matter. “Had too much to drink?”

  “Not too much. Enough to know what I want,” he said. He leaned close, stirring the hair on my neck as he whispered, “We’re leaving soon. Meet me.”

  I didn’t have a chance to say no or, rather, ask where and when, because my husband Brad came up to us just then. As if sensing that his territory had been encroached upon, he wrapped his hand around my waist and gave me a little squeeze. Cole took his hand away from my ass at about the same moment and I wondered if the two had touched in passing.

  “How’s everything, sweetheart?” Brad asked. He kissed me on the cheek, but he only had eyes for Cole. “Everyone seems to be having a good time.”

  My parties are legend. I am the hostess extraordinaire, making sure everyone has enough food, enough drink, a good time. I smiled at Brad, ignoring the hard set of Cole’s jaw. “Everything’s great. I think we’re running low on wine, though.”

  “I can go get more.”

  I could practically feel Cole tensing, though he was no longer touching me. “Oh no,” I said quickly. “We’ll be fine. If not, I can run out later.”

  “Well, let me know if you need anything,” Brad said, releasing me to make the rounds once more.

  “Nice,” Cole murmured. “I was starting to think you didn’t want to be with me tonight.”

  I didn’t have time to respond. Rachel, Cole’s wife, appeared at his side. I wondered if she’d heard what he said. One look at her bland, expressionless face told me she hadn’t.

  “I need to go home,” she said to Cole, ignoring me. It wasn’t that she suspected anything; Rachel simply didn’t like parties or people. She let Cole drag her to these get-togethers, only to stand off to the side, hardly speaking, and demand to leave shortly after arriving.

  I watched as he pulled her close and brushed her hair aside to lay a kiss on her neck. I shivered, knowing what that felt like. I wanted his touch and was jealous to the core of my being that she was getting it instead of me. Cole knew what he was doing, knew that he was pushing me.

  “I guess we’ll be going,” Cole said, sounding genuinely disappointed. “Tell Brad thanks.”

  I saw them to the door, hugging Rachel first, then Cole. His touch was polite, distant. His words in my ear were another matter. “The university parking lot in an hour,” he breathed so softly I wouldn’t have heard him if his lips hadn’t been touching my ear. “I need to be inside you.”

  I clung to the doorknob as I closed the door behind them. Weak-kneed with desire, I had the fleeting thought of refusing his request, of simply not showing up. I checked my makeup in the mirror by the door, noting the flush in my cheeks, the way my eyes sparkled. He did this to me, so easily.

  I would go. I would think of an excuse to be gone for a bit and I would leave my party to fuck my lover. I smiled at my reflection, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes.

  The minutes dragged on. Ever the hostess, I poured endless glasses of wine and made small talk about how Bobby was doing in Little League and whether our subdivision needed stricter covenants. Finally, I slipped away. I told my best friend Theresa to tell Brad I’d gone for wine. Theresa knew about my affair with Cole and seemed to get a vicarious thrill from hearing about my escapades.

  “I won’t tell him until he asks,” she said. Theresa is a good friend.

  It was a short drive, no more than fifteen minutes, but the lights worked against me and my frustration level was near to the breaking point when I finally pulled into the parking lot. I slowed the car, realizing I had been driving well in excess of the speed limit. I needed to see Cole and nothing, not traffic lights or speed signs or twenty-five people at my house would stop me.

  Cole teaches at the university. He is a professor of philosophy and ethics, the irony of which doesn’t escape him—or me. His car was there, parked in the shadow of the arts and letters building. I saw his silhouette in the driver’s seat, could see the movement of his fingers as he drummed the steering wheel. Cole is an impatient man, especially where I’m concerned. The knowledge made me smile.

  I parked my car next to his and got out. The passenger door was unlocked and I slipped inside. “Hi. Miss me?” My voice was breathless, anticipating.

  “Took you long enough,” he said, fisting his hand in my hair and giving it a gentle tug.

  “I’m having a party, Cole. It wasn’t easy to get away.” I was, in fact, ten minutes early. “But I’m here now.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  He leaned across the center console and kissed me. Hard. His mouth tasted of tequila and I sucked his bottom lip between mine, biting it gently. Finally, he released me and I leaned back in the seat.

  “You shouldn’t drink so much at my house. It’s not safe to drive,” I said. “It’s not safe to be around me, either.”

  He watched me, his eyes heavy-lidded, but not with sleep. “I can’t help it. All I want to do is touch you and I can’t. So I drink. It keeps my hands busy.”

  I laughed. It was a familiar argument. A familiar situation. I kept coming back for more, unwilling to let go of this feeling. “Be careful next time,” I admonished. “Brad wasn’t too happy to have you pawing at me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I laughed. Cole is hardly the submissive type.

  Suddenly, a light caught my eye. Another car had pulled into the empty parking lot. I could make out the figure of a man in the driver’s seat, the glow of a cigarette at his mouth. I waited for him to drive past us and he did, parking on the opposite side of the parking lot. He got out, not once looking in our direction, and walked toward the arts and letters building.

  “Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I said, suddenly nervous. This was where Cole worked; it was too risky even at this hour to be sitting in the parking lot.

  “Where are we going to go? I don’t have much time.”

  I hesitated, torn between desire and caution. “Do you know who that was?”

  “Yeah. He’s in the English department. An okay guy.”

  I sighed. “Shit.”

  “Look, he’s probably just picking up some paperwork or something,” Cole said. “He’ll be gone in a minute.”

  I watched the door, waiting, willing the man to come out, get in his car and drive away. I needed Cole. The door didn’t open.

  “Kiss me,” Cole said.

  I obeyed, leaning across the console and taking his face in my hands. We sat like that, separated from the waist down, kissing and touching each other until the windows fogged and I was squirming in my seat.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said. He stroked my hair, trailing his fingers down the collar of my blouse to the swell of my breasts. “I need you.”

  I glanced across the parking lot. The car was still there. “Are you sure?”

  Cole nodded. “He’s probably not going anywhere for a while.”

  I didn’t bother to point out his contradiction. I reached for his belt and undid the buckle, then unfastened his pants. He leaned back, letting me unzip him and pull his erection free of his pants. He was rigid, thick, ready. I whimpered softly as I leaned over him and sucked the head of his cock between my lips. I licked him gently, tasting his arousal; that familiar salty-sweet taste unlike that of any other man I’d ever been with. I dreamed of that taste, looked for it in things I ate and drank, craved it, a thirst I couldn’t sate.

  He twisted his fingers in my hair, guiding me slowly up and down the length of his cock. I sucked him greedily, hungrily, taking him as far as I could without gagging, then forcing a little more of him into my throat until I did gag and had to come back up. I sucked him the way I knew he liked it, the way Rachel never did, the way it took to make him come.

  He dragged me off his cock by my hair, the slight jolt of pain making me whimper with need. “I need to fuck you,” he said, his breath ragged.

  “I don’t have time,” I said. “Let me taste you. Please.”

  He tightened his grip on my hair. “I need to be inside you,” he said. “Get out of the car.”

  He didn’t give me time to respond. He was out of the car and opening the passenger door before I could take a deep breath. He reached for me and I let him pull me from the car. I felt exposed, vulnerable, the night air chilly compared to the intimate heat of the car. The other car was still there across the parking lot, a reminder of the risk we took to be together.

  “Cole,” I protested as he leaned me against his car and unfastened my pants. I stared at the parked car over his shoulder, my pulse throbbing. “We can’t. Really. We’re going to get caught.”

  “I don’t give a damn,” he muttered as he tugged my pants and panties down in one motion. “I need you. Now.”

  I let him turn me around and bend me over. We were facing away from the parked car now and all I could do was hope the workaholic professor stayed in his office for just a little longer. I braced my hands on the hood of Cole’s car, my legs still pinned together by my pants around my ankles. I didn’t protest as I felt his fingers between my legs, slipping inside my wet, wet cunt, gliding forward over the ridge of my clit. I didn’t complain when he drove his thick cock into me in one hard stroke, burying himself inside me so deep it was almost painful. I didn’t tell him to stop, I didn’t worry about getting caught, I didn’t think about what would happen if the professor chose that moment to leave. I didn’t care about anything except the feeling of Cole’s cock inside of me.

  He held on to my hips as he fucked me, thrusting against me so hard my arms buckled under his weight. I was facedown on his car, the metal cool against my fevered cheek and hard against my hip bones. I cried out as he went deep, my whimpers echoing off the walls of the buildings and bouncing back on me, sounding like the cries of a woman in pain.

  I bit my lip to quiet myself, but Cole seemed intent on wringing every sound from me that he could. He wrapped my long hair around his hand and pulled my head back, leaning forward to bite my exposed neck. I whimpered and my cunt clenched around his cock.

  “Oh god, fuck me,” I moaned. I was beyond caring if someone heard me. I needed Cole to fuck me, fuck me hard and make me forget where we were—and who was waiting for him at home.

  I tried to brace myself on the hood, but the slope prevented me from keeping my balance. “Wait,” I gasped. I reached back, putting my hand on his hip and pushing him away. He slid out of me and my body felt empty, bereft.

  “What?”

  I turned around, facing him. “I can’t stand up. If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.”

  I leaned down to free myself of my pants that were twisted around my ankles. Then I sat on the edge of the car, braced my hands behind me and spread my legs. “Fuck me, Cole,” I whispered, offering myself up like a banquet. “Fuck me.”

  He anchored his hands on my hips as I reached down to guide him inside me. I wanted to stroke my clit with the broad head of his glistening cock, to hold him until he begged to fuck me, but I was too far gone to tease him or myself. I pulled him into me one agonizing inch at a time, then arched my back to take him in deeper, feeling that exquisite twinge of almost pain again. I was oblivious to everything but the feeling of him inside me; then I heard a car door slam.

  I tried to push Cole away, even though it was too late for us to save ourselves. “Oh god, Cole, he’s watching.”

  “Let him watch,” Cole muttered. “Let him watch me fuck you.”

  Eyes wide, I stared at the car over his shoulder, barely able to make out the man behind the wheel. All I could see was the glow of his cigarette. He didn’t start the car, he didn’t leave. He sat there, watching us. Watching me get fucked.

  Cole thrust into me hard, over and over, until I didn’t care we were being watched. I didn’t care about anything except his thick cock inside me, filling me, fucking me. My soft whimpers and moans were the only sounds in the still night air. Cole was silent and stoic as a sentry, fucking me senseless, fucking me into oblivion.

  I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His face was just a dark shadow above me, blending into the endless night sky. He was as indistinct as the man watching us, a ghostly stranger fucking me. I blinked, staring at him, willing myself to see his features. Then, instead of seeing him more clearly, I saw the stars. The night sky, devoid of a moon, was filled with stars. I stared up at Cole as he fucked me, his face obscured by darkness and surrounded by twinkling stars that seemed close enough to touch.

  “You want it?” I could just make out the movement of his lips. He leaned closer, brushing his mouth against my neck. “You want to suck me? You want him to watch you suck me?”

  “After I come,” I whispered, fearing he would pull away before I could finish. “After I come.”

  I wasn’t sure he heard me, but his thrusts became more shallow and at just the right angle to stroke my G-spot. I strained forward, pushing my hips at him, propping myself up on my arms to get closer, to pull him deeper. I came in a gush of fluid, my entire body wrapped around him as my cunt tightened and rippled around his thick cock inside me.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I screamed, the echo of my voice ringing in my ears. “Fuck me!”

  “Now, take it, now,” he said, pulling me off the car by my hair and pushing me to my knees.

  I opened my mouth wide, wanting to taste him, even while my body still throbbed in orgasm. Cole guided his cock into my mouth, thrusting his hips forward so that it slid across my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but instead of pushing him away, I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, relaxing my throat and swallowing as he started to come.

  Cole moaned. Cole, who was always so quiet, moaned loudly as I took his cock deep into my mouth and swallowed everything he could give me. He loosened his grip on my hair, but I didn’t move away. I sucked him gently, not caring that my every move was being observed, lingering over him until my knees ached from kneeling on the hard ground. Finally, slowly, I released his cock and he helped me stand.