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It started with a screen name.

Late one night, having turned the last page on my latest mystery novel, and keenly aware that sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon thanks to my fat bore of a husband, I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through my favorite mystery novel website in search of my next read.

I quickly found a thread about the latest Sherlock Holmes universe book written by Anthony Horowitz. A few quick reads of the comments was enough for me to mentally add it to the list for my next bookstore run, but just when I was about to leave the thread, I saw this screen name: MinnesotaSherlock.

Minnesota. Where I live.

Intrigued, I clicked on the name and began reading all their messages. It didn’t take long for me to realize how smart and funny this person was. One of the comments referred to playing high school football, letting me know MinnesotaSherlock was a man.

After a few minutes, I decided my only chance at even a few hours’ sleep was to go out to the couch. But before I did, I left what I thought was an undeniably witty response on one of MinnesotaSherlock’s comments.

My morning was chaotic, as usual. My delightful daughters, Birdie, who’s eight, and Franny, who’s five, woke up like sunny thunder. Yanking their bedroom doors open and storming down the hall, they quickly found me for morning hugs and squealing giggles.

The girls and I got dressed and did our hair together. There was even enough time for loaded oatmeal and peanut butter toast.

My husband, Kyle, slept right through the morning noise and bustle and enthusiasm.

Kyle has been unemployed since right before Franny was born. Though he’d tell you that he’s “working on an app that makes renting a car easier.”

And right now, you’re saying to yourself, “those apps already exist.”

And you’d be right, but don’t tell Kyle unless you want a byzantine explanation about why his app is going to blow the others away.

Once I’d gotten the girls to school and had been at work, where I’m president of marketing, for an hour, I remembered MinnesotaSherlock. I grabbed my phone and saw his witty response to my witty response.

During the next three days, we exchanged dozens of daily messages, all on the mystery message board. None of the other users, not even frequent commenters, nudged themselves into the conversations. Maybe they knew something we didn’t. Yet.

That night when Kyle was heading to bed, I told him I’d be sleeping on the couch.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I was hoping maybe we could ...”

“No chance.”

“It’s been like three months.”

“And your point is?”

“My point is, you’re my wife.”

“Did you shower today?”

“I was busy.”

“With?”

“Working on an investor pitch.”

“I see. I’m not in the mood. I’m tired. I worked all day. I’m going to sleep.”

He chub stomped his way down the hall and slammed the bedroom door.

Thankfully, Kyle slept through the next morning’s noise and laughter, which meant I was able to enjoy another breakfast with my happy princesses.

At work, I found myself increasingly drawn to MinnesotaSherlock’s messages. Though the day was busy with meetings and deadlines and panicked phone calls from our satellite offices, I still found time to exchange a handful of comments with him.

After getting back to my office at 4:30 from a meeting, I had just enough time to check the message board before leaving to pick up the girls at their after school program.

His reply to my latest comment was an email address.

I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what it meant.

Sitting behind my desk, I just stared at it for a minute. I knew that emailing him meant one thing: escalation.

I got up, packed my work bag, and headed out the door. After locking it, I stopped, caught my breath and unlocked my phone.

I opened a new email draft, typed the address he’d given me, and wrote: “Hey there, MinnesotaSherlock.” I sent it before I could reconsider what I was setting in motion.

Not my best work, I’ll admit, but I was flustered. 

An hour after sending the email, I’d picked up the girls and two bags of groceries. Once inside, I immediately spotted Kyle on the couch. He was wearing the same gray sweatpants and Marvel superhero t-shirt he’d worn the day before. 

What bothered me most though was seeing the look on my girls’ faces as they stood in the kitchen and looked at their father, sitting on the couch in dirty clothes, and watching an episode of the Price is Right that was at least thirty years old. 

“Why doesn’t he get a job,” Birdie said softly. “You do everything around here.”

I gave her a little hug. “Don’t worry about it kiddo. These are adult problems.”

I met Kyle when we were both sophomores in college. He was funny and exciting and affectionate. I thought his laziness, which I chalked up to normal college guy immaturity, would go away after we got married and he started his career.

I was wrong.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re home,” Kyle said from the couch after we’d already been home for a full five minutes. “What’s for dinner?” 

My blood immediately began to boil. 

“Did you get to that laundry?” I said. 

“No, I was working on my website. I guess the day just got away from me. It was all the girls’ stuff anyway.” 

“They’re your daughters too,” I said. “And they’re little, they can’t do laundry.”

“You’re home now, so you can do it.”

Now my blood was set on power boil.

“Looks like I will be,” I said. “How about those boxes in the basement? Do anything with those?”

“I was going to, but my back is really bothering me.

“Probably from all that manual labor you do,” I said. 

“Maybe I can get to them after we eat. What are we having?” 

Now my blood was boiling over. 

“You know what,” I said, “I think you need some time to do the things you said you were going to do. I’m going to take the girls out for pizza.” 

Kyle tried to sit up from the couch but gave up and fell back into the cushions. “What am I supposed to eat?”

“I don’t really give a shit,” I said. 

Birdie, Franny, and I had a great night. We ate pizza and cheesy bread from our favorite restaurant and then went show shopping. 

When we finally got home, Kyle was asleep on the couch. It didn’t look like he’d moved since we left, let alone gotten up to make himself something to eat. Thankfully, I knew that once he was sleeping the way he was, nothing would roust him until the next morning.

And that meant the bedroom was mine for a change. 

After I’d tucked the girls in, I retreated to the bedroom to get undressed. 

Standing naked in the bathroom, I gave myself a good long look in the mirror. Not bad for 39, I thought to myself. I do yoga a few times a week during my lunch hour, which has helped me keep my five-foot-three frame at the same 125 pounds it’s been since high school. 

My 34Bs are still perky and firm, for the most part. Not a bad little ass, either, if I do say so myself. 

There was some gray mixed into my brunette hair, which I think looks good on me. And I wasn’t at all self-conscious about a few faint stretch marks staring back at me in the mirror, because those marks were a very small price to pay for two wonderful daughters.

I stared into my own brown eyes in the mirror and gave myself a wink. 

After washing my face, I replaced all the bedding with clean sheets, blankets, and pillow cases from the linen closet. The idea of going to sleep without Kyle lingering in my nostrils was absolutely blissful.

But first, I grabbed my phone and checked the notifications. Nine new emails. Eight of them were either boring or junk. 

However, one immediately caught my attention. 

“How’s my favorite mystery girl?” it read before concluding with the name Drew. 

At this point, my internal danger sign should have been flashing bright red, but it wasn’t. 

“Your favorite?” I wrote back before signing it with my name, Nikki. 

We traded email after email for the next two hours. They were about mystery novels and writers. They were about us. They were fun and flirtatious. I couldn’t get enough. 

After I wrote, “Do you look like Sherlock Holmes?” he responded with a photo of himself holding a piece of paper with my name on it. 

He was gorgeous, of course. He was about 45, tall and slender with black hair streaked with gray. His icy blue eyes felt like they were boring right into me, even though they were just an image on a screen.

After staring at Drew’s photo for several minutes, I leaned back on the pillows and took a selfie. I bit my lip, attached the photo to an email that read “Time for bed,” and hit send. 

It took me several minutes to quiet the butterflies in my stomach, but once I did, I had the best night of sleep I’d had in months. 

The next morning, I made myself ignore my phone to check for Drew’s response. I needed to get the girls fed and dropped off at school. 

Kyle, snoring away on the couch, didn’t so much as flinch during the chaotic morning routine, which was always noisy and rushed. 

Once I’d dropped Birdie and Franny off at school, and gotten myself to my office, I finally checked my email. 

Drew’s response was just a phone number. His phone number. 

Another escalation.

I couldn’t let it go that far. Was it safe to give him my number? 

I Googled the number he’d given me and quickly found his address, social media accounts, and professional profile. I felt better after that, because at least I knew he’d been telling me the truth about who and what he was. 

Turning my chair to look out the window, I thought about my kids and my husband. I thought about my life and my career. I had the kids I’d always wanted and the job I’d always wanted, but it would be the understatement of understatements to say I didn’t have the relationship I’d always wanted. 

And those thoughts quickly nudged my mind toward Drew. Witty, sweet, and ambitious Drew. 

“The hell with it,” I muttered to myself.

And then I grabbed my phone and sent Drew this text: “In for a penny, in for a pound.” 

He quickly responded: “I’m all in if you’re all in.”

I responded with a thumbs up and then groaned nearly loudly enough for people outside my office to hear me. 

A thumbs up. Jesus, a thumbs up!

Thankfully, Drew didn’t seem to linger on the sheer stupidity of receiving a thumbs up emoji. 

Between meetings and projects, I was able to exchange several texts throughout the day. At first, they were friendly and warm but not overly flirtatious. 

But when I texted Drew that I was leaving the office for the day, he responded that he wished I was coming home to him. 

“And why’s that?” I wrote. 

“So I could kiss you and then carry you into the bedroom and remove every stitch of your clothing,” Drew wrote. 

“What about dinner?”

“We’d order in,” Drew responded. 

“Deal.”

He then responded with a thumbs up emoji. 

“Very funny.”

“FaceTime date tonight once everyone at your place is asleep?” Drew texted.

“Deal.” 

Now that’s how you end a day, in my opinion, anyway. 

Once I had the girls in the car, I knew I wasn’t going to go straight home to let Kyle ruin what I was feeling. 

“I’m thinking some rides at Mall of America and then Rain Forest Cafe, who’s in?” I said in the direction of the backseat. 

Birdie and Franny exploded immediately. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. 

After a few rides, I received a text from Kyle asking where we were and if we were bringing food home. 

I ignored it. 

I also ignored the three he sent after that one. 

After an hour of rides and some overpriced nuggets and ice cream sundaes surrounded by animatronic apes and elephants at Rainforest Cafe, we finally made our way home. 

Birdie and Franny were exhausted but happy. 

And wouldn’t you know it, Kyle was sound asleep with part of his fat ass hanging off the couch when we walked through the back door. 

Sometimes it’s the little things that make you feel like a lucky girl. 

It wasn’t much of a challenge to get Birdie and Franny through their baths and then tucked in for the night. 

I locked the bedroom door just in case Kyle woke up and got any ideas. I washed my face and put on a long t-shirt over my black underwear.  

I then texted Drew that I was home and in bed, alone. 

He FaceTimed me almost immediately. 

His smiling face made me smile. 

“Hey there,” he said. “Nice t-shirt.”

I could feel his eyes on me, taking all of me in. “I got all dressed up for you.”

“I like it very much,” he said. “I’d like it even more if that t-shirt was off.”

Before I even really knew what I was doing, I was taking off the t-shirt. 

I heard Drew catch his breath. I saw his eyes open wider. 

It had been a long time since a man had looked at me like that. And really, now that I think about it, I’m not sure a man had ever looked at me like that before.

I was scared to be on display. But I also loved it.

“You look incredible,” Drew said. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was everything I found attractive and he was all the more attractive when I thought about the deadbeat asleep on my couch. 

“What would you do if you were here?”

Drew smiled. “I’d take your nipples in my mouth and suck on them until they were nice and hard in my mouth.” 

I felt a wave flow through my body, as if I was being electrocuted. 

“I’d like that very much.”

“I know you would,” Drew said. “You know, I think you better take those underwear off, too.” 

Again, without so much as a second of hesitation, my underwear were off my body and on the floor. 

“Put your phone between your thighs and show that pretty little thing,” Drew said. 

I did as I was told. 

“Spread it open for me,” he said. 

Holding my phone in my right hand, I took my left index and middle fingers and spread my pussy open for him. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Drew said. “Would you like to feel my tongue on it?”

“Yes I would very much … it’s been so long.”

I won’t be much longer, that I can promise,” Drew said. “As for tonight, I’m going to need to watch you play with your clit.”

For the first time since the call began, I could feel my nerves bubbling. 

“I haven’t done that for a long time … a very long time.”

Drew smiled. “Life is good at getting in our way and spoiling our fun, isn’t it?”

“It does … especially when it presents us with idiot husbands.”

“And where might he be?” Drew said.

“Asleep on the couch in the same clothes he’s been wearing for three days.”

“Quite a catch,” Drew said. “Is the door locked?”

“It is. He’s been horny lately, so I lock it to make sure he doesn’t come in and … 

“Molest you,” Drew said. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well, since the door’s locked, I think you better get to work fulfilling my request,” Drew said. 

I reclined back on the bed and put my hand between my thighs. I slowly ran my fingers up my pussy, feeling how we it was. 

Drew had gotten my wetter on a video call than Kyle ever had in real life. 

“Keep going,” Drew said. “Your clit is waiting.”

I put two fingers inside myself, coating them in my wetness, and then moved them to my clit. I applied just the right amount of pressure and began working my eager clit in a circle. 

It didn’t take long to take to have an impact. 

I closed my eyes and sighed greedily. 

“You look incredible,” Drew said. “Keep going.” 

I set the phone down on the bed against a pillow and angled it so Drew could still see me. With both hands now free, I plunged two fingers from my left hand into my depths while continuing to working my clit with my other hand. 

“That’s a good girl,” Drew said. “Such a good girl doing such a good job.”

Hearing Drew call me a good girl brought my pleasure to an even higher level. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm but I knew one was coming. 

“I think somebody’s about the cum,” Drew said. 

“I’m really close.”

I could see Drew smiling broadly on my phone. “It’s time to cum.”

It didn’t take much more effort before my body tensed up and greeted my orgasm. The pleasure was incredibly intense so I titled my head back and let out a long moan. 

I didn’t care if Kyle heard. 

Drew watched the whole thing in silence. After a minute, he finally broke the silence. “That was very impressive.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

“I think we better plan on doing this sort of thing in person,” Drew said. “FaceTime is fun but it’s no replacement for the real thing.”

“I could definitely use more of the real thing … or any of the real thing.” 

“Oh that’s coming, don’t you worry,” Drew said. “Tomorrow, I want you to wear a skirt to work, no underwear. And heels.”

“That’s very specific.” 

“It’ll all make sense by tomorrow afternoon, trust me,” Drew said. “Now you should get a good night’s sleep … you’re going to need it.”

“You’re very cryptic.” 

“All shall be revealed, and soon,” Drew said. 

“Color me intrigued, Mr. Drew, and goodnight.”

With that, I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and then quickly fell into one of the best nights of sleep of my life. 

I practically floated out of bed the next morning. I woke up Birdie and Franny and made them scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast. 

While they ate, I went into the bedroom to get dressed. Per Drew’s instructions, I put on a black knee length skirt. And yes, no underwear under the skirt. 

I topped the outfit off with a white lace bra and a powder blue button up blouse. I straightened my hair and put on a bit of makeup.

I took a pair of black heels out of my closet and carried them into the kitchen. 

“Wow mom, you look great,” Birdie said. 

Franny was sitting on her knees, nibbling her last bit of toast. “Yeah, like a princess,” she said.  

Sure, they were what you might call a captive audience, but I’m almost forty, so I’ll take compliments wherever I can get them. 

Kyle wasn’t able to give me his opinion on my outfit because he was still asleep on the couch, seemingly exhausted from his previous day of doing absolutely nothing. 

While I was getting the girls in the car for the drive to school, I took a moment to look at my phone. No message from Drew. 

Hmm.

An hour later, settled in behind my desk, I checked my phone. Still no messages from Drew. 

Concerning. 

Thankfully, I had a morning full of meetings to distract me from checking my phone every two minutes. 

After a team lunch with my graphic designers, I was back behind my desk. And yes, I checked my phone. And no, there weren’t any messages from Drew. 

I told myself that he had a job too, and was probably just busy with the same kind of things I was so often busy with. 

At three, my assistant Katie walked in and said, “Mr. Holmes is here to see you. He said you were expecting him.”

“I don’t remember setting any meetings this afternoon.”

I boosted myself up in my chair so I could see through the doorway and out into the area near Katie’s desk. 

Drew was standing there, staring in at me, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Oh yes, Mr. Holmes from that new printing house that’s trying to get our contract. Send him in Katie.” 

Katie walked out and said, “She’s ready for you, go on in.” 

“Thank you,” Drew said. 

Katie followed behind him and closed the door once he’d entered my office. 

I stood up and walked toward him. “Now this is certainly a surprise.”

My plan was to hug him because I was genuinely delighted he was there. 

But Drew had other ideas. 

He wrapped a hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. I let a happy little whimper. 

“I decided I needed to see this pussy in person,” Drew said, lifting my skirt up to my waist with his free hand. 

He then cupped my entire pussy with his warm, strong hand. 

“I’ve made a decision,” he said. 

I could feel myself already soaking his hand. “And what’s that?” 

“I’ve decided that this pussy belongs to me now,” he said as he began teasing my clit with two of his fingers. 

I knew that it was unlikely Katie would have a reason to walk into my office while I was in a meeting. But I also knew the door was unlocked and that risk turned me on even more. 

“You can have me whenever you want me.” 

“My good girl,” he growled into my ear, pushing my desire to an even higher level. 

While still tending to my clit, he kissed me and I felt his tongue dart into my mouth where I eagerly greeted it with my own tongue. 

After several seconds of good old fashioned making out, he pulled me off the wall in one smooth motion. Before I even knew what was happening, I was bent over desk. 

Again, you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know what was coming next. 

I heard Drew’s zipper come down and I caught my breath. Then I felt the head of his hard cock rubbing up and down my slit, which forced all the breath right out of me. 

“My cock is covered in you,” Drew said.

“Good, I like that.”

The last word was hardly out of my mouth before Drew filled me with one hard thrust. 

Had we been alone, I would have let out a happy scream, but I had the discipline to bite my lip and stay quiet. I could immediately tell Drew’s cock was far bigger — both longer and thicker — than Kyle’s. 

I’d only been with two people before Kyle, and until this moment, I’d never cheated on him. So while my sexual experience was limited, I knew enough to know that I was getting fucked by a truly huge cock.

Drew gripped my hips and pushed me forward on my desk until his cock was barely inside me. And then with one motion he pulled me down the entire length of it, his girth stretching and stretching me. 

God, I wanted to scream my head off. 

I could feel his balls slapping against me as he relentlessly thrust into me. I knew I’d be cumming all over his slick prick in just another minute. 

While still pounding into me, he took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Whose pussy is this,” he growled into my ear. 

“It’s your pussy.”

He slapped my ass, hard and loud, and I silently hoped Katie hadn’t heard. 

“Do you like my cock?”

“I fucking love it.” 

“When can I fill your tight pussy with my cock?” 

“Whenever you want. I’m yours.” 

He slapped my ass again and the wonderful burning feeling was pushing me to my limits. 

“How badly do you want to cum,” he gently whispered into my ear. 

So badly … so fucking badly.” 

That was all he needed to hear. He gripped my hips firmly and began fucking me as hard as he could. I thought my cervix might collapse as I felt myself practically lifted entirely off my feet with each forward thrust. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. 

When Drew took what he wanted from me, I savored that sweet sound a wet, eager pussy makes when it’s full of a huge dick. 

“I want you cum now,” he said. 

I pushed every other thought out of my mind and focused on cumming, and grabbing the orgasm that was just sitting there waiting for me. 

“Wreck me,” I managed to whisper. 

Shockingly, he found another gear, and now I really was entirely off my feet. Drew’s firm grip held me in place on my desk. 

I let myself go and exploded all over his cock … the cock that had taken me some place I’d never been. My body shook and it took every ounce of self control I had to not scream and pound my desk with my fist. 

While enjoying the depths of my orgasm, I heard Drew softly groan and then thrust forward, hard, going deeper than I thought was physically possible. 

Then he came. And came. And came. I didn’t know a man could come so much. 

After he was done, he gently pulled out of me and lifted me off my desk. He pulled me back against him and kissed my neck and my cheek. 

“I need you to clean my cock.” 

He didn’t need to say it twice. I dropped to my knees and took his semi-hard cock in my hand. It was even bigger than I’d imagined. 

I licked up and down a few times before putting the whole thing in my mouth and sucking myself off him. 

Once he was clean, he lifted me to my feet and kissed me again while exploring my ass with his hands. 

“This is a great ass,” he said. “I have some future plans for it. But for now, I better let you go. It’s almost time to pick up those girls.”

I kissed him on his lips, on his chin, all over his face. “You know, I usually hate meetings, but I could get used to this kind of get together.” 

He smiled and pulled my skirt down. “Once you’re free tonight, we’ll do another FaceTime call. I have some more instructions for you and I’ll also need to tell you what to wear tomorrow.” 

“You’re on,” I said. “Whatever you choose, let’s just skip the underwear again.” 

It started with a screen name.

Late one night, having turned the last page on my latest mystery novel, and keenly aware that sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon thanks to my fat bore of a husband, I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through my favorite mystery novel website in search of my next read.

I quickly found a thread about the latest Sherlock Holmes universe book written by Anthony Horowitz. A few quick reads of the comments was enough for me to mentally add it to the list for my next bookstore run, but just when I was about to leave the thread, I saw this screen name: MinnesotaSherlock.

Minnesota. Where I live.

Intrigued, I clicked on the name and began reading all their messages. It didn’t take long for me to realize how smart and funny this person was. One of the comments referred to playing high school football, letting me know MinnesotaSherlock was a man.

After a few minutes, I decided my only chance at even a few hours’ sleep was to go out to the couch. But before I did, I left what I thought was an undeniably witty response on one of MinnesotaSherlock’s comments.

My morning was chaotic, as usual. My delightful daughters, Birdie, who’s eight, and Franny, who’s five, woke up like sunny thunder. Yanking their bedroom doors open and storming down the hall, they quickly found me for morning hugs and squealing giggles.

The girls and I got dressed and did our hair together. There was even enough time for loaded oatmeal and peanut butter toast.

My husband, Kyle, slept right through the morning noise and bustle and enthusiasm.

Kyle has been unemployed since right before Franny was born. Though he’d tell you that he’s “working on an app that makes renting a car easier.”

And right now, you’re saying to yourself, “those apps already exist.”

And you’d be right, but don’t tell Kyle unless you want a byzantine explanation about why his app is going to blow the others away.

Once I’d gotten the girls to school and had been at work, where I’m president of marketing, for an hour, I remembered MinnesotaSherlock. I grabbed my phone and saw his witty response to my witty response.

During the next three days, we exchanged dozens of daily messages, all on the mystery message board. None of the other users, not even frequent commenters, nudged themselves into the conversations. Maybe they knew something we didn’t. Yet.

That night when Kyle was heading to bed, I told him I’d be sleeping on the couch.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I was hoping maybe we could ...”

“No chance.”

“It’s been like three months.”

“And your point is?”

“My point is, you’re my wife.”

“Did you shower today?”

“I was busy.”

“With?”

“Working on an investor pitch.”

“I see. I’m not in the mood. I’m tired. I worked all day. I’m going to sleep.”

He chub stomped his way down the hall and slammed the bedroom door.

Thankfully, Kyle slept through the next morning’s noise and laughter, which meant I was able to enjoy another breakfast with my happy princesses.

At work, I found myself increasingly drawn to MinnesotaSherlock’s messages. Though the day was busy with meetings and deadlines and panicked phone calls from our satellite offices, I still found time to exchange a handful of comments with him.

After getting back to my office at 4:30 from a meeting, I had just enough time to check the message board before leaving to pick up the girls at their after school program.

His reply to my latest comment was an email address.

I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what it meant.

Sitting behind my desk, I just stared at it for a minute. I knew that emailing him meant one thing: escalation.

I got up, packed my work bag, and headed out the door. After locking it, I stopped, caught my breath and unlocked my phone.

I opened a new email draft, typed the address he’d given me, and wrote: “Hey there, MinnesotaSherlock.” I sent it before I could reconsider what I was setting in motion.

Not my best work, I’ll admit, but I was flustered. 

An hour after sending the email, I’d picked up the girls and two bags of groceries. Once inside, I immediately spotted Kyle on the couch. He was wearing the same gray sweatpants and Marvel superhero t-shirt he’d worn the day before. 

What bothered me most though was seeing the look on my girls’ faces as they stood in the kitchen and looked at their father, sitting on the couch in dirty clothes, and watching an episode of the Price is Right that was at least thirty years old. 

“Why doesn’t he get a job,” Birdie said softly. “You do everything around here.”

I gave her a little hug. “Don’t worry about it kiddo. These are adult problems.”

I met Kyle when we were both sophomores in college. He was funny and exciting and affectionate. I thought his laziness, which I chalked up to normal college guy immaturity, would go away after we got married and he started his career.

I was wrong.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re home,” Kyle said from the couch after we’d already been home for a full five minutes. “What’s for dinner?” 

My blood immediately began to boil. 

“Did you get to that laundry?” I said. 

“No, I was working on my website. I guess the day just got away from me. It was all the girls’ stuff anyway.” 

“They’re your daughters too,” I said. “And they’re little, they can’t do laundry.”

“You’re home now, so you can do it.”

Now my blood was set on power boil.

“Looks like I will be,” I said. “How about those boxes in the basement? Do anything with those?”

“I was going to, but my back is really bothering me.

“Probably from all that manual labor you do,” I said. 

“Maybe I can get to them after we eat. What are we having?” 

Now my blood was boiling over. 

“You know what,” I said, “I think you need some time to do the things you said you were going to do. I’m going to take the girls out for pizza.” 

Kyle tried to sit up from the couch but gave up and fell back into the cushions. “What am I supposed to eat?”

“I don’t really give a shit,” I said. 

Birdie, Franny, and I had a great night. We ate pizza and cheesy bread from our favorite restaurant and then went show shopping. 

When we finally got home, Kyle was asleep on the couch. It didn’t look like he’d moved since we left, let alone gotten up to make himself something to eat. Thankfully, I knew that once he was sleeping the way he was, nothing would roust him until the next morning.

And that meant the bedroom was mine for a change. 

After I’d tucked the girls in, I retreated to the bedroom to get undressed. 

Standing naked in the bathroom, I gave myself a good long look in the mirror. Not bad for 39, I thought to myself. I do yoga a few times a week during my lunch hour, which has helped me keep my five-foot-three frame at the same 125 pounds it’s been since high school. 

My 34Bs are still perky and firm, for the most part. Not a bad little ass, either, if I do say so myself. 

There was some gray mixed into my brunette hair, which I think looks good on me. And I wasn’t at all self-conscious about a few faint stretch marks staring back at me in the mirror, because those marks were a very small price to pay for two wonderful daughters.

I stared into my own brown eyes in the mirror and gave myself a wink. 

After washing my face, I replaced all the bedding with clean sheets, blankets, and pillow cases from the linen closet. The idea of going to sleep without Kyle lingering in my nostrils was absolutely blissful.

But first, I grabbed my phone and checked the notifications. Nine new emails. Eight of them were either boring or junk. 

However, one immediately caught my attention. 

“How’s my favorite mystery girl?” it read before concluding with the name Drew. 

At this point, my internal danger sign should have been flashing bright red, but it wasn’t. 

“Your favorite?” I wrote back before signing it with my name, Nikki. 

We traded email after email for the next two hours. They were about mystery novels and writers. They were about us. They were fun and flirtatious. I couldn’t get enough. 

After I wrote, “Do you look like Sherlock Holmes?” he responded with a photo of himself holding a piece of paper with my name on it. 

He was gorgeous, of course. He was about 45, tall and slender with black hair streaked with gray. His icy blue eyes felt like they were boring right into me, even though they were just an image on a screen.

After staring at Drew’s photo for several minutes, I leaned back on the pillows and took a selfie. I bit my lip, attached the photo to an email that read “Time for bed,” and hit send. 

It took me several minutes to quiet the butterflies in my stomach, but once I did, I had the best night of sleep I’d had in months. 

The next morning, I made myself ignore my phone to check for Drew’s response. I needed to get the girls fed and dropped off at school. 

Kyle, snoring away on the couch, didn’t so much as flinch during the chaotic morning routine, which was always noisy and rushed. 

Once I’d dropped Birdie and Franny off at school, and gotten myself to my office, I finally checked my email. 

Drew’s response was just a phone number. His phone number. 

Another escalation.

I couldn’t let it go that far. Was it safe to give him my number? 

I Googled the number he’d given me and quickly found his address, social media accounts, and professional profile. I felt better after that, because at least I knew he’d been telling me the truth about who and what he was. 

Turning my chair to look out the window, I thought about my kids and my husband. I thought about my life and my career. I had the kids I’d always wanted and the job I’d always wanted, but it would be the understatement of understatements to say I didn’t have the relationship I’d always wanted. 

And those thoughts quickly nudged my mind toward Drew. Witty, sweet, and ambitious Drew. 

“The hell with it,” I muttered to myself.

And then I grabbed my phone and sent Drew this text: “In for a penny, in for a pound.” 

He quickly responded: “I’m all in if you’re all in.”

I responded with a thumbs up and then groaned nearly loudly enough for people outside my office to hear me. 

A thumbs up. Jesus, a thumbs up!

Thankfully, Drew didn’t seem to linger on the sheer stupidity of receiving a thumbs up emoji. 

Between meetings and projects, I was able to exchange several texts throughout the day. At first, they were friendly and warm but not overly flirtatious. 

But when I texted Drew that I was leaving the office for the day, he responded that he wished I was coming home to him. 

“And why’s that?” I wrote. 

“So I could kiss you and then carry you into the bedroom and remove every stitch of your clothing,” Drew wrote. 

“What about dinner?”

“We’d order in,” Drew responded. 

“Deal.”

He then responded with a thumbs up emoji. 

“Very funny.”

“FaceTime date tonight once everyone at your place is asleep?” Drew texted.

“Deal.” 

Now that’s how you end a day, in my opinion, anyway. 

Once I had the girls in the car, I knew I wasn’t going to go straight home to let Kyle ruin what I was feeling. 

“I’m thinking some rides at Mall of America and then Rain Forest Cafe, who’s in?” I said in the direction of the backseat. 

Birdie and Franny exploded immediately. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. 

After a few rides, I received a text from Kyle asking where we were and if we were bringing food home. 

I ignored it. 

I also ignored the three he sent after that one. 

After an hour of rides and some overpriced nuggets and ice cream sundaes surrounded by animatronic apes and elephants at Rainforest Cafe, we finally made our way home. 

Birdie and Franny were exhausted but happy. 

And wouldn’t you know it, Kyle was sound asleep with part of his fat ass hanging off the couch when we walked through the back door. 

Sometimes it’s the little things that make you feel like a lucky girl. 

It wasn’t much of a challenge to get Birdie and Franny through their baths and then tucked in for the night. 

I locked the bedroom door just in case Kyle woke up and got any ideas. I washed my face and put on a long t-shirt over my black underwear.  

I then texted Drew that I was home and in bed, alone. 

He FaceTimed me almost immediately. 

His smiling face made me smile. 

“Hey there,” he said. “Nice t-shirt.”

I could feel his eyes on me, taking all of me in. “I got all dressed up for you.”

“I like it very much,” he said. “I’d like it even more if that t-shirt was off.”

Before I even really knew what I was doing, I was taking off the t-shirt. 

I heard Drew catch his breath. I saw his eyes open wider. 

It had been a long time since a man had looked at me like that. And really, now that I think about it, I’m not sure a man had ever looked at me like that before.

I was scared to be on display. But I also loved it.

“You look incredible,” Drew said. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was everything I found attractive and he was all the more attractive when I thought about the deadbeat asleep on my couch. 

“What would you do if you were here?”

Drew smiled. “I’d take your nipples in my mouth and suck on them until they were nice and hard in my mouth.” 

I felt a wave flow through my body, as if I was being electrocuted. 

“I’d like that very much.”

“I know you would,” Drew said. “You know, I think you better take those underwear off, too.” 

Again, without so much as a second of hesitation, my underwear were off my body and on the floor. 

“Put your phone between your thighs and show that pretty little thing,” Drew said. 

I did as I was told. 

“Spread it open for me,” he said. 

Holding my phone in my right hand, I took my left index and middle fingers and spread my pussy open for him. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Drew said. “Would you like to feel my tongue on it?”

“Yes I would very much … it’s been so long.”

I won’t be much longer, that I can promise,” Drew said. “As for tonight, I’m going to need to watch you play with your clit.”

For the first time since the call began, I could feel my nerves bubbling. 

“I haven’t done that for a long time … a very long time.”

Drew smiled. “Life is good at getting in our way and spoiling our fun, isn’t it?”

“It does … especially when it presents us with idiot husbands.”

“And where might he be?” Drew said.

“Asleep on the couch in the same clothes he’s been wearing for three days.”

“Quite a catch,” Drew said. “Is the door locked?”

“It is. He’s been horny lately, so I lock it to make sure he doesn’t come in and … 

“Molest you,” Drew said. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well, since the door’s locked, I think you better get to work fulfilling my request,” Drew said. 

I reclined back on the bed and put my hand between my thighs. I slowly ran my fingers up my pussy, feeling how we it was. 

Drew had gotten my wetter on a video call than Kyle ever had in real life. 

“Keep going,” Drew said. “Your clit is waiting.”

I put two fingers inside myself, coating them in my wetness, and then moved them to my clit. I applied just the right amount of pressure and began working my eager clit in a circle. 

It didn’t take long to take to have an impact. 

I closed my eyes and sighed greedily. 

“You look incredible,” Drew said. “Keep going.” 

I set the phone down on the bed against a pillow and angled it so Drew could still see me. With both hands now free, I plunged two fingers from my left hand into my depths while continuing to working my clit with my other hand. 

“That’s a good girl,” Drew said. “Such a good girl doing such a good job.”

Hearing Drew call me a good girl brought my pleasure to an even higher level. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm but I knew one was coming. 

“I think somebody’s about the cum,” Drew said. 

“I’m really close.”

I could see Drew smiling broadly on my phone. “It’s time to cum.”

It didn’t take much more effort before my body tensed up and greeted my orgasm. The pleasure was incredibly intense so I titled my head back and let out a long moan. 

I didn’t care if Kyle heard. 

Drew watched the whole thing in silence. After a minute, he finally broke the silence. “That was very impressive.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

“I think we better plan on doing this sort of thing in person,” Drew said. “FaceTime is fun but it’s no replacement for the real thing.”

“I could definitely use more of the real thing … or any of the real thing.” 

“Oh that’s coming, don’t you worry,” Drew said. “Tomorrow, I want you to wear a skirt to work, no underwear. And heels.”

“That’s very specific.” 

“It’ll all make sense by tomorrow afternoon, trust me,” Drew said. “Now you should get a good night’s sleep … you’re going to need it.”

“You’re very cryptic.” 

“All shall be revealed, and soon,” Drew said. 

“Color me intrigued, Mr. Drew, and goodnight.”

With that, I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and then quickly fell into one of the best nights of sleep of my life. 

I practically floated out of bed the next morning. I woke up Birdie and Franny and made them scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast. 

While they ate, I went into the bedroom to get dressed. Per Drew’s instructions, I put on a black knee length skirt. And yes, no underwear under the skirt. 

I topped the outfit off with a white lace bra and a powder blue button up blouse. I straightened my hair and put on a bit of makeup.

I took a pair of black heels out of my closet and carried them into the kitchen. 

“Wow mom, you look great,” Birdie said. 

Franny was sitting on her knees, nibbling her last bit of toast. “Yeah, like a princess,” she said.  

Sure, they were what you might call a captive audience, but I’m almost forty, so I’ll take compliments wherever I can get them. 

Kyle wasn’t able to give me his opinion on my outfit because he was still asleep on the couch, seemingly exhausted from his previous day of doing absolutely nothing. 

While I was getting the girls in the car for the drive to school, I took a moment to look at my phone. No message from Drew. 

Hmm.

An hour later, settled in behind my desk, I checked my phone. Still no messages from Drew. 

Concerning. 

Thankfully, I had a morning full of meetings to distract me from checking my phone every two minutes. 

After a team lunch with my graphic designers, I was back behind my desk. And yes, I checked my phone. And no, there weren’t any messages from Drew. 

I told myself that he had a job too, and was probably just busy with the same kind of things I was so often busy with. 

At three, my assistant Katie walked in and said, “Mr. Holmes is here to see you. He said you were expecting him.”

“I don’t remember setting any meetings this afternoon.”

I boosted myself up in my chair so I could see through the doorway and out into the area near Katie’s desk. 

Drew was standing there, staring in at me, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Oh yes, Mr. Holmes from that new printing house that’s trying to get our contract. Send him in Katie.” 

Katie walked out and said, “She’s ready for you, go on in.” 

“Thank you,” Drew said. 

Katie followed behind him and closed the door once he’d entered my office. 

I stood up and walked toward him. “Now this is certainly a surprise.”

My plan was to hug him because I was genuinely delighted he was there. 

But Drew had other ideas. 

He wrapped a hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. I let a happy little whimper. 

“I decided I needed to see this pussy in person,” Drew said, lifting my skirt up to my waist with his free hand. 

He then cupped my entire pussy with his warm, strong hand. 

“I’ve made a decision,” he said. 

I could feel myself already soaking his hand. “And what’s that?” 

“I’ve decided that this pussy belongs to me now,” he said as he began teasing my clit with two of his fingers. 

I knew that it was unlikely Katie would have a reason to walk into my office while I was in a meeting. But I also knew the door was unlocked and that risk turned me on even more. 

“You can have me whenever you want me.” 

“My good girl,” he growled into my ear, pushing my desire to an even higher level. 

While still tending to my clit, he kissed me and I felt his tongue dart into my mouth where I eagerly greeted it with my own tongue. 

After several seconds of good old fashioned making out, he pulled me off the wall in one smooth motion. Before I even knew what was happening, I was bent over desk. 

Again, you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know what was coming next. 

I heard Drew’s zipper come down and I caught my breath. Then I felt the head of his hard cock rubbing up and down my slit, which forced all the breath right out of me. 

“My cock is covered in you,” Drew said.

“Good, I like that.”

The last word was hardly out of my mouth before Drew filled me with one hard thrust. 

Had we been alone, I would have let out a happy scream, but I had the discipline to bite my lip and stay quiet. I could immediately tell Drew’s cock was far bigger — both longer and thicker — than Kyle’s. 

I’d only been with two people before Kyle, and until this moment, I’d never cheated on him. So while my sexual experience was limited, I knew enough to know that I was getting fucked by a truly huge cock.

Drew gripped my hips and pushed me forward on my desk until his cock was barely inside me. And then with one motion he pulled me down the entire length of it, his girth stretching and stretching me. 

God, I wanted to scream my head off. 

I could feel his balls slapping against me as he relentlessly thrust into me. I knew I’d be cumming all over his slick prick in just another minute. 

While still pounding into me, he took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Whose pussy is this,” he growled into my ear. 

“It’s your pussy.”

He slapped my ass, hard and loud, and I silently hoped Katie hadn’t heard. 

“Do you like my cock?”

“I fucking love it.” 

“When can I fill your tight pussy with my cock?” 

“Whenever you want. I’m yours.” 

He slapped my ass again and the wonderful burning feeling was pushing me to my limits. 

“How badly do you want to cum,” he gently whispered into my ear. 

So badly … so fucking badly.” 

That was all he needed to hear. He gripped my hips firmly and began fucking me as hard as he could. I thought my cervix might collapse as I felt myself practically lifted entirely off my feet with each forward thrust. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. 

When Drew took what he wanted from me, I savored that sweet sound a wet, eager pussy makes when it’s full of a huge dick. 

“I want you cum now,” he said. 

I pushed every other thought out of my mind and focused on cumming, and grabbing the orgasm that was just sitting there waiting for me. 

“Wreck me,” I managed to whisper. 

Shockingly, he found another gear, and now I really was entirely off my feet. Drew’s firm grip held me in place on my desk. 

I let myself go and exploded all over his cock … the cock that had taken me some place I’d never been. My body shook and it took every ounce of self control I had to not scream and pound my desk with my fist. 

While enjoying the depths of my orgasm, I heard Drew softly groan and then thrust forward, hard, going deeper than I thought was physically possible. 

Then he came. And came. And came. I didn’t know a man could come so much. 

After he was done, he gently pulled out of me and lifted me off my desk. He pulled me back against him and kissed my neck and my cheek. 

“I need you to clean my cock.” 

He didn’t need to say it twice. I dropped to my knees and took his semi-hard cock in my hand. It was even bigger than I’d imagined. 

I licked up and down a few times before putting the whole thing in my mouth and sucking myself off him. 

Once he was clean, he lifted me to my feet and kissed me again while exploring my ass with his hands. 

“This is a great ass,” he said. “I have some future plans for it. But for now, I better let you go. It’s almost time to pick up those girls.”

I kissed him on his lips, on his chin, all over his face. “You know, I usually hate meetings, but I could get used to this kind of get together.” 

He smiled and pulled my skirt down. “Once you’re free tonight, we’ll do another FaceTime call. I have some more instructions for you and I’ll also need to tell you what to wear tomorrow.” 

“You’re on,” I said. “Whatever you choose, let’s just skip the underwear again.” 

It started with a screen name.

Late one night, having turned the last page on my latest mystery novel, and keenly aware that sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon thanks to my fat bore of a husband, I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through my favorite mystery novel website in search of my next read.

I quickly found a thread about the latest Sherlock Holmes universe book written by Anthony Horowitz. A few quick reads of the comments was enough for me to mentally add it to the list for my next bookstore run, but just when I was about to leave the thread, I saw this screen name: MinnesotaSherlock.

Minnesota. Where I live.

Intrigued, I clicked on the name and began reading all their messages. It didn’t take long for me to realize how smart and funny this person was. One of the comments referred to playing high school football, letting me know MinnesotaSherlock was a man.

After a few minutes, I decided my only chance at even a few hours’ sleep was to go out to the couch. But before I did, I left what I thought was an undeniably witty response on one of MinnesotaSherlock’s comments.

My morning was chaotic, as usual. My delightful daughters, Birdie, who’s eight, and Franny, who’s five, woke up like sunny thunder. Yanking their bedroom doors open and storming down the hall, they quickly found me for morning hugs and squealing giggles.

The girls and I got dressed and did our hair together. There was even enough time for loaded oatmeal and peanut butter toast.

My husband, Kyle, slept right through the morning noise and bustle and enthusiasm.

Kyle has been unemployed since right before Franny was born. Though he’d tell you that he’s “working on an app that makes renting a car easier.”

And right now, you’re saying to yourself, “those apps already exist.”

And you’d be right, but don’t tell Kyle unless you want a byzantine explanation about why his app is going to blow the others away.

Once I’d gotten the girls to school and had been at work, where I’m president of marketing, for an hour, I remembered MinnesotaSherlock. I grabbed my phone and saw his witty response to my witty response.

During the next three days, we exchanged dozens of daily messages, all on the mystery message board. None of the other users, not even frequent commenters, nudged themselves into the conversations. Maybe they knew something we didn’t. Yet.

That night when Kyle was heading to bed, I told him I’d be sleeping on the couch.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I was hoping maybe we could ...”

“No chance.”

“It’s been like three months.”

“And your point is?”

“My point is, you’re my wife.”

“Did you shower today?”

“I was busy.”

“With?”

“Working on an investor pitch.”

“I see. I’m not in the mood. I’m tired. I worked all day. I’m going to sleep.”

He chub stomped his way down the hall and slammed the bedroom door.

Thankfully, Kyle slept through the next morning’s noise and laughter, which meant I was able to enjoy another breakfast with my happy princesses.

At work, I found myself increasingly drawn to MinnesotaSherlock’s messages. Though the day was busy with meetings and deadlines and panicked phone calls from our satellite offices, I still found time to exchange a handful of comments with him.

After getting back to my office at 4:30 from a meeting, I had just enough time to check the message board before leaving to pick up the girls at their after school program.

His reply to my latest comment was an email address.

I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what it meant.

Sitting behind my desk, I just stared at it for a minute. I knew that emailing him meant one thing: escalation.

I got up, packed my work bag, and headed out the door. After locking it, I stopped, caught my breath and unlocked my phone.

I opened a new email draft, typed the address he’d given me, and wrote: “Hey there, MinnesotaSherlock.” I sent it before I could reconsider what I was setting in motion.

Not my best work, I’ll admit, but I was flustered. 

An hour after sending the email, I’d picked up the girls and two bags of groceries. Once inside, I immediately spotted Kyle on the couch. He was wearing the same gray sweatpants and Marvel superhero t-shirt he’d worn the day before. 

What bothered me most though was seeing the look on my girls’ faces as they stood in the kitchen and looked at their father, sitting on the couch in dirty clothes, and watching an episode of the Price is Right that was at least thirty years old. 

“Why doesn’t he get a job,” Birdie said softly. “You do everything around here.”

I gave her a little hug. “Don’t worry about it kiddo. These are adult problems.”

I met Kyle when we were both sophomores in college. He was funny and exciting and affectionate. I thought his laziness, which I chalked up to normal college guy immaturity, would go away after we got married and he started his career.

I was wrong.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re home,” Kyle said from the couch after we’d already been home for a full five minutes. “What’s for dinner?” 

My blood immediately began to boil. 

“Did you get to that laundry?” I said. 

“No, I was working on my website. I guess the day just got away from me. It was all the girls’ stuff anyway.” 

“They’re your daughters too,” I said. “And they’re little, they can’t do laundry.”

“You’re home now, so you can do it.”

Now my blood was set on power boil.

“Looks like I will be,” I said. “How about those boxes in the basement? Do anything with those?”

“I was going to, but my back is really bothering me.

“Probably from all that manual labor you do,” I said. 

“Maybe I can get to them after we eat. What are we having?” 

Now my blood was boiling over. 

“You know what,” I said, “I think you need some time to do the things you said you were going to do. I’m going to take the girls out for pizza.” 

Kyle tried to sit up from the couch but gave up and fell back into the cushions. “What am I supposed to eat?”

“I don’t really give a shit,” I said. 

Birdie, Franny, and I had a great night. We ate pizza and cheesy bread from our favorite restaurant and then went show shopping. 

When we finally got home, Kyle was asleep on the couch. It didn’t look like he’d moved since we left, let alone gotten up to make himself something to eat. Thankfully, I knew that once he was sleeping the way he was, nothing would roust him until the next morning.

And that meant the bedroom was mine for a change. 

After I’d tucked the girls in, I retreated to the bedroom to get undressed. 

Standing naked in the bathroom, I gave myself a good long look in the mirror. Not bad for 39, I thought to myself. I do yoga a few times a week during my lunch hour, which has helped me keep my five-foot-three frame at the same 125 pounds it’s been since high school. 

My 34Bs are still perky and firm, for the most part. Not a bad little ass, either, if I do say so myself. 

There was some gray mixed into my brunette hair, which I think looks good on me. And I wasn’t at all self-conscious about a few faint stretch marks staring back at me in the mirror, because those marks were a very small price to pay for two wonderful daughters.

I stared into my own brown eyes in the mirror and gave myself a wink. 

After washing my face, I replaced all the bedding with clean sheets, blankets, and pillow cases from the linen closet. The idea of going to sleep without Kyle lingering in my nostrils was absolutely blissful.

But first, I grabbed my phone and checked the notifications. Nine new emails. Eight of them were either boring or junk. 

However, one immediately caught my attention. 

“How’s my favorite mystery girl?” it read before concluding with the name Drew. 

At this point, my internal danger sign should have been flashing bright red, but it wasn’t. 

“Your favorite?” I wrote back before signing it with my name, Nikki. 

We traded email after email for the next two hours. They were about mystery novels and writers. They were about us. They were fun and flirtatious. I couldn’t get enough. 

After I wrote, “Do you look like Sherlock Holmes?” he responded with a photo of himself holding a piece of paper with my name on it. 

He was gorgeous, of course. He was about 45, tall and slender with black hair streaked with gray. His icy blue eyes felt like they were boring right into me, even though they were just an image on a screen.

After staring at Drew’s photo for several minutes, I leaned back on the pillows and took a selfie. I bit my lip, attached the photo to an email that read “Time for bed,” and hit send. 

It took me several minutes to quiet the butterflies in my stomach, but once I did, I had the best night of sleep I’d had in months. 

The next morning, I made myself ignore my phone to check for Drew’s response. I needed to get the girls fed and dropped off at school. 

Kyle, snoring away on the couch, didn’t so much as flinch during the chaotic morning routine, which was always noisy and rushed. 

Once I’d dropped Birdie and Franny off at school, and gotten myself to my office, I finally checked my email. 

Drew’s response was just a phone number. His phone number. 

Another escalation.

I couldn’t let it go that far. Was it safe to give him my number? 

I Googled the number he’d given me and quickly found his address, social media accounts, and professional profile. I felt better after that, because at least I knew he’d been telling me the truth about who and what he was. 

Turning my chair to look out the window, I thought about my kids and my husband. I thought about my life and my career. I had the kids I’d always wanted and the job I’d always wanted, but it would be the understatement of understatements to say I didn’t have the relationship I’d always wanted. 

And those thoughts quickly nudged my mind toward Drew. Witty, sweet, and ambitious Drew. 

“The hell with it,” I muttered to myself.

And then I grabbed my phone and sent Drew this text: “In for a penny, in for a pound.” 

He quickly responded: “I’m all in if you’re all in.”

I responded with a thumbs up and then groaned nearly loudly enough for people outside my office to hear me. 

A thumbs up. Jesus, a thumbs up!

Thankfully, Drew didn’t seem to linger on the sheer stupidity of receiving a thumbs up emoji. 

Between meetings and projects, I was able to exchange several texts throughout the day. At first, they were friendly and warm but not overly flirtatious. 

But when I texted Drew that I was leaving the office for the day, he responded that he wished I was coming home to him. 

“And why’s that?” I wrote. 

“So I could kiss you and then carry you into the bedroom and remove every stitch of your clothing,” Drew wrote. 

“What about dinner?”

“We’d order in,” Drew responded. 

“Deal.”

He then responded with a thumbs up emoji. 

“Very funny.”

“FaceTime date tonight once everyone at your place is asleep?” Drew texted.

“Deal.” 

Now that’s how you end a day, in my opinion, anyway. 

Once I had the girls in the car, I knew I wasn’t going to go straight home to let Kyle ruin what I was feeling. 

“I’m thinking some rides at Mall of America and then Rain Forest Cafe, who’s in?” I said in the direction of the backseat. 

Birdie and Franny exploded immediately. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. 

After a few rides, I received a text from Kyle asking where we were and if we were bringing food home. 

I ignored it. 

I also ignored the three he sent after that one. 

After an hour of rides and some overpriced nuggets and ice cream sundaes surrounded by animatronic apes and elephants at Rainforest Cafe, we finally made our way home. 

Birdie and Franny were exhausted but happy. 

And wouldn’t you know it, Kyle was sound asleep with part of his fat ass hanging off the couch when we walked through the back door. 

Sometimes it’s the little things that make you feel like a lucky girl. 

It wasn’t much of a challenge to get Birdie and Franny through their baths and then tucked in for the night. 

I locked the bedroom door just in case Kyle woke up and got any ideas. I washed my face and put on a long t-shirt over my black underwear.  

I then texted Drew that I was home and in bed, alone. 

He FaceTimed me almost immediately. 

His smiling face made me smile. 

“Hey there,” he said. “Nice t-shirt.”

I could feel his eyes on me, taking all of me in. “I got all dressed up for you.”

“I like it very much,” he said. “I’d like it even more if that t-shirt was off.”

Before I even really knew what I was doing, I was taking off the t-shirt. 

I heard Drew catch his breath. I saw his eyes open wider. 

It had been a long time since a man had looked at me like that. And really, now that I think about it, I’m not sure a man had ever looked at me like that before.

I was scared to be on display. But I also loved it.

“You look incredible,” Drew said. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was everything I found attractive and he was all the more attractive when I thought about the deadbeat asleep on my couch. 

“What would you do if you were here?”

Drew smiled. “I’d take your nipples in my mouth and suck on them until they were nice and hard in my mouth.” 

I felt a wave flow through my body, as if I was being electrocuted. 

“I’d like that very much.”

“I know you would,” Drew said. “You know, I think you better take those underwear off, too.” 

Again, without so much as a second of hesitation, my underwear were off my body and on the floor. 

“Put your phone between your thighs and show that pretty little thing,” Drew said. 

I did as I was told. 

“Spread it open for me,” he said. 

Holding my phone in my right hand, I took my left index and middle fingers and spread my pussy open for him. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Drew said. “Would you like to feel my tongue on it?”

“Yes I would very much … it’s been so long.”

I won’t be much longer, that I can promise,” Drew said. “As for tonight, I’m going to need to watch you play with your clit.”

For the first time since the call began, I could feel my nerves bubbling. 

“I haven’t done that for a long time … a very long time.”

Drew smiled. “Life is good at getting in our way and spoiling our fun, isn’t it?”

“It does … especially when it presents us with idiot husbands.”

“And where might he be?” Drew said.

“Asleep on the couch in the same clothes he’s been wearing for three days.”

“Quite a catch,” Drew said. “Is the door locked?”

“It is. He’s been horny lately, so I lock it to make sure he doesn’t come in and … 

“Molest you,” Drew said. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well, since the door’s locked, I think you better get to work fulfilling my request,” Drew said. 

I reclined back on the bed and put my hand between my thighs. I slowly ran my fingers up my pussy, feeling how we it was. 

Drew had gotten my wetter on a video call than Kyle ever had in real life. 

“Keep going,” Drew said. “Your clit is waiting.”

I put two fingers inside myself, coating them in my wetness, and then moved them to my clit. I applied just the right amount of pressure and began working my eager clit in a circle. 

It didn’t take long to take to have an impact. 

I closed my eyes and sighed greedily. 

“You look incredible,” Drew said. “Keep going.” 

I set the phone down on the bed against a pillow and angled it so Drew could still see me. With both hands now free, I plunged two fingers from my left hand into my depths while continuing to working my clit with my other hand. 

“That’s a good girl,” Drew said. “Such a good girl doing such a good job.”

Hearing Drew call me a good girl brought my pleasure to an even higher level. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm but I knew one was coming. 

“I think somebody’s about the cum,” Drew said. 

“I’m really close.”

I could see Drew smiling broadly on my phone. “It’s time to cum.”

It didn’t take much more effort before my body tensed up and greeted my orgasm. The pleasure was incredibly intense so I titled my head back and let out a long moan. 

I didn’t care if Kyle heard. 

Drew watched the whole thing in silence. After a minute, he finally broke the silence. “That was very impressive.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

“I think we better plan on doing this sort of thing in person,” Drew said. “FaceTime is fun but it’s no replacement for the real thing.”

“I could definitely use more of the real thing … or any of the real thing.” 

“Oh that’s coming, don’t you worry,” Drew said. “Tomorrow, I want you to wear a skirt to work, no underwear. And heels.”

“That’s very specific.” 

“It’ll all make sense by tomorrow afternoon, trust me,” Drew said. “Now you should get a good night’s sleep … you’re going to need it.”

“You’re very cryptic.” 

“All shall be revealed, and soon,” Drew said. 

“Color me intrigued, Mr. Drew, and goodnight.”

With that, I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and then quickly fell into one of the best nights of sleep of my life. 

I practically floated out of bed the next morning. I woke up Birdie and Franny and made them scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast. 

While they ate, I went into the bedroom to get dressed. Per Drew’s instructions, I put on a black knee length skirt. And yes, no underwear under the skirt. 

I topped the outfit off with a white lace bra and a powder blue button up blouse. I straightened my hair and put on a bit of makeup.

I took a pair of black heels out of my closet and carried them into the kitchen. 

“Wow mom, you look great,” Birdie said. 

Franny was sitting on her knees, nibbling her last bit of toast. “Yeah, like a princess,” she said.  

Sure, they were what you might call a captive audience, but I’m almost forty, so I’ll take compliments wherever I can get them. 

Kyle wasn’t able to give me his opinion on my outfit because he was still asleep on the couch, seemingly exhausted from his previous day of doing absolutely nothing. 

While I was getting the girls in the car for the drive to school, I took a moment to look at my phone. No message from Drew. 

Hmm.

An hour later, settled in behind my desk, I checked my phone. Still no messages from Drew. 

Concerning. 

Thankfully, I had a morning full of meetings to distract me from checking my phone every two minutes. 

After a team lunch with my graphic designers, I was back behind my desk. And yes, I checked my phone. And no, there weren’t any messages from Drew. 

I told myself that he had a job too, and was probably just busy with the same kind of things I was so often busy with. 

At three, my assistant Katie walked in and said, “Mr. Holmes is here to see you. He said you were expecting him.”

“I don’t remember setting any meetings this afternoon.”

I boosted myself up in my chair so I could see through the doorway and out into the area near Katie’s desk. 

Drew was standing there, staring in at me, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Oh yes, Mr. Holmes from that new printing house that’s trying to get our contract. Send him in Katie.” 

Katie walked out and said, “She’s ready for you, go on in.” 

“Thank you,” Drew said. 

Katie followed behind him and closed the door once he’d entered my office. 

I stood up and walked toward him. “Now this is certainly a surprise.”

My plan was to hug him because I was genuinely delighted he was there. 

But Drew had other ideas. 

He wrapped a hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. I let a happy little whimper. 

“I decided I needed to see this pussy in person,” Drew said, lifting my skirt up to my waist with his free hand. 

He then cupped my entire pussy with his warm, strong hand. 

“I’ve made a decision,” he said. 

I could feel myself already soaking his hand. “And what’s that?” 

“I’ve decided that this pussy belongs to me now,” he said as he began teasing my clit with two of his fingers. 

I knew that it was unlikely Katie would have a reason to walk into my office while I was in a meeting. But I also knew the door was unlocked and that risk turned me on even more. 

“You can have me whenever you want me.” 

“My good girl,” he growled into my ear, pushing my desire to an even higher level. 

While still tending to my clit, he kissed me and I felt his tongue dart into my mouth where I eagerly greeted it with my own tongue. 

After several seconds of good old fashioned making out, he pulled me off the wall in one smooth motion. Before I even knew what was happening, I was bent over desk. 

Again, you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know what was coming next. 

I heard Drew’s zipper come down and I caught my breath. Then I felt the head of his hard cock rubbing up and down my slit, which forced all the breath right out of me. 

“My cock is covered in you,” Drew said.

“Good, I like that.”

The last word was hardly out of my mouth before Drew filled me with one hard thrust. 

Had we been alone, I would have let out a happy scream, but I had the discipline to bite my lip and stay quiet. I could immediately tell Drew’s cock was far bigger — both longer and thicker — than Kyle’s. 

I’d only been with two people before Kyle, and until this moment, I’d never cheated on him. So while my sexual experience was limited, I knew enough to know that I was getting fucked by a truly huge cock.

Drew gripped my hips and pushed me forward on my desk until his cock was barely inside me. And then with one motion he pulled me down the entire length of it, his girth stretching and stretching me. 

God, I wanted to scream my head off. 

I could feel his balls slapping against me as he relentlessly thrust into me. I knew I’d be cumming all over his slick prick in just another minute. 

While still pounding into me, he took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Whose pussy is this,” he growled into my ear. 

“It’s your pussy.”

He slapped my ass, hard and loud, and I silently hoped Katie hadn’t heard. 

“Do you like my cock?”

“I fucking love it.” 

“When can I fill your tight pussy with my cock?” 

“Whenever you want. I’m yours.” 

He slapped my ass again and the wonderful burning feeling was pushing me to my limits. 

“How badly do you want to cum,” he gently whispered into my ear. 

So badly … so fucking badly.” 

That was all he needed to hear. He gripped my hips firmly and began fucking me as hard as he could. I thought my cervix might collapse as I felt myself practically lifted entirely off my feet with each forward thrust. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. 

When Drew took what he wanted from me, I savored that sweet sound a wet, eager pussy makes when it’s full of a huge dick. 

“I want you cum now,” he said. 

I pushed every other thought out of my mind and focused on cumming, and grabbing the orgasm that was just sitting there waiting for me. 

“Wreck me,” I managed to whisper. 

Shockingly, he found another gear, and now I really was entirely off my feet. Drew’s firm grip held me in place on my desk. 

I let myself go and exploded all over his cock … the cock that had taken me some place I’d never been. My body shook and it took every ounce of self control I had to not scream and pound my desk with my fist. 

While enjoying the depths of my orgasm, I heard Drew softly groan and then thrust forward, hard, going deeper than I thought was physically possible. 

Then he came. And came. And came. I didn’t know a man could come so much. 

After he was done, he gently pulled out of me and lifted me off my desk. He pulled me back against him and kissed my neck and my cheek. 

“I need you to clean my cock.” 

He didn’t need to say it twice. I dropped to my knees and took his semi-hard cock in my hand. It was even bigger than I’d imagined. 

I licked up and down a few times before putting the whole thing in my mouth and sucking myself off him. 

Once he was clean, he lifted me to my feet and kissed me again while exploring my ass with his hands. 

“This is a great ass,” he said. “I have some future plans for it. But for now, I better let you go. It’s almost time to pick up those girls.”

I kissed him on his lips, on his chin, all over his face. “You know, I usually hate meetings, but I could get used to this kind of get together.” 

He smiled and pulled my skirt down. “Once you’re free tonight, we’ll do another FaceTime call. I have some more instructions for you and I’ll also need to tell you what to wear tomorrow.” 

“You’re on,” I said. “Whatever you choose, let’s just skip the underwear again.”