On Friday, Sylvia met her best friend Dottie for lunch. It took her a bit of time to work up the nerve to tell her what was on her mind.

“Rick went out of town this morning. He’ll be gone until Monday.”

“And you want to hang out and watch old movies?” Dottie teased.

Sylvia let out a long breath and said it outright. “No. The truth is I want to party.”

“Married for what? Six months now? And you need to step out on Rick?”

“Yeah. It’s sad.”

“Doesn’t Rick satisfy you?”

She’d thought about that a lot. “I love Rick, but all the time we were dating, I was still seeing other guys.”

“We were having some good times playing around with lots of boys,” Dottie said, playing with her sandwich. She winked. “Sharing some of those hard-bodied dudes, being shared by them, was great.”

The memory made Sylvia squirm. “Rick wanted to make it just us, and I guess I didn’t think things through. I didn’t realize how much fun I was having with other guys.”

Dottie stuck out her tongue. “I tried to warn you, girl. I told you that you weren’t ready to settle down.”

“You did.”

“And here he is leaving you all alone.”

“He is.”

“Which gives you a chance to do more than think about them, and you can’t resist taking advantage.”

“I think that I need to go crazy, Dot. One last time.”

Dottie laughed. “Really? You’ll be content with the quiet life after cheating on Rick one time? One more time?”

“One big time.” She scowled. “You don’t believe me.”

“I believe you need to blow out, but, Sylvia, you are like me—a slut. You love hard cock far too much to pretend any different. You like the different ways guys screw you and I think there is about zero chance in hell you can do this and then go off and be nothing but a loving wife.”

The words hurt.” You are wrong. I won’t do that to Rick.”

“You’ll cuckold him one time?”

“Yes. All I need is a last fling. Do you have any good ideas?”

Dottie grinned. “When it comes to men, you know I always do. As it turns out, my plans for the weekend were focused on a couple of really buff guys we have working on the loading dock today. I doubt they are very bright, but I sure like the way they look when they take their shirts off. I intended to pick one and let him know that I’d love to see him without his pants on. If you want to really party, I’m sure I can find a few who would be happy to oblige.”

Dottie worked for a lumber company, tracking and scheduling shipments. Sylvia had been to her office and knew the kind of guys she was talking about. They tended to be big, macho, and not interested in relationships that lasted longer than a weekend.

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