My fiancé and I have been together since I was eighteen. I had never cheated on him. Three years ago, we broke up for a little while, and I had a fling with Luther, a guy who I worked with at the time. With Luther, it was all about sex - but incredible sex. It didn't go anywhere because I knew he was a player, and I eventually got back together with my boyfriend. We're now engaged, but a few weeks ago I ran into Luther. He happened to be playing on the soccer team against my fiancé's team. Before the game, he came over and talked to me. He's slim and fit and he looked so hot that I started thinking about how good he had been in bed. My fiancé never knew about him, but he still looked a little jealous when he saw me talking to him. I got even more turned on during the game. Luther scored two goals, and I found myself fantasizing about him all day. The next day, Luther text messaged me. He said, "You looked good yesterday." Part of me was telling me not to respond, but I sent him a text back that said, "You played good yesterday." Ten minutes later he called, and we started talking. He persuaded me to meet him for a drink the following afternoon. In the back of my head, I knew where it was leading, but I couldn't say no to him. We met at a patio bar for a drink and started talking about old times. Again he looked gorgeous, and we flirted with each other the whole time. Later on, he mentioned that he had bought a condo nearby and asked me if I wanted to see it. I knew it was my last chance to not take it any further, but he was very persuasive and something kept pushing me. I went with him, and when we got there it was beautiful. It was a two-story studio with a great view. We had another drink, and then I caught him giving me "the look" with his sexy eyes. We went at it on his sofa, and the next thing I knew we were naked. I asked him if what I was doing was wrong, and he said "You're not married yet." We had exciting, mind-blowing sex in his living room and then upstairs on his bed. His body is beautiful, and he's well-endowed. He made love to me with power, his athletic body going non-stop. Even as I was getting dressed to leave, he grabbed me and made love to me again on the kitchen counter. I was in sheer ecstasy. And I even though I was racked with guilt, I wanted to feel every bit of what I had missed for three years. I'm getting married next month, but I've seen Luther seven more times since that day. He's by far the best lover I've ever had, and I can't get enough of him. I don't know how I'm going to stop.
— Monique, 27