Monique and Simon had been flirting for months now, and their physical attraction to each other was clear. They had met when she joined his rec league beach volleyball team, an atmosphere where the sexual energy was palpable. Simon was a modern-day player; six foot five with a lean, chiseled frame and model looks. At 33, Monique was six years Simon's senior, but gorgeous nontheless with a tight body honed from an athletic background and early mornings on the cross trainer. From the time they met, they had trouble keeping their eyes off each other. And as the best players on their co-ed team, they had formed a chemistry that left them hot for each other.
The only problem - and neither viewed it as a problem, but more of a nuisance - was Monique's husband. Monique knew she had been at a crossroads with her husband for a long time. She had married Ed seven years prior, had a son, and tried to live happily ever after. But there were issues. When she met Ed, Monique was a somewhat vulnerable twentysomething - he had provided a warm, cuddly teddy bear to make her feel safe. As the years passed however, Monique had grown more independent, into a sexy, dynamic career woman. So when Ed was laid off from his job, it put added financial strain onto a marriage already suffering due to his weight gain, sexual dysfunction, clinginess and lack of confidence.
For Simon, none of this mattered. He possessed all of the cocky arrogance you'd expect from a confident young urban entrepreneur who had parlayed a trust fund and short yet decent soccer career in Europe into a successful e-business. He'd never had a problem bedding women - by his count, he'd slept with over 300 of them, his confidence, good looks and money working every time. Monique presented a huge turn-on for him; a gorgeous MILF unsatisfied at home. Yet married women weren't something new to him - from previous experience, he found that the thrill factor and absence of commitment was intoxicating. And when he first saw Ed, he was stunned at how badly Monique had underachieved. He also knew it was only a matter of time before he got between her long, smooth legs.
Once in a while, Ed would bring their kid to their beach volleyball games to watch, and one evening in particular the idea of surreptiously hitting on Ed's wife in the same vicinity of him was too tempting. Keeping an eye on Ed - sitting off to the side, his fat gut and manboobs stuffing his shirt - Simon casually said to Monique during their game, "Why don't we get together on Sunday?"
It was the middle of a serve, so Monique couldn't answer anyways, but she was genuinely aroused by his boldness. She had considered cheating on her husband before - one time even creating a user ID on a dating web site - but had never felt there was a deserving candidate. With Simon however, it was all there. Tall, thin and confident.
Late the following Sunday morning, Simon woke up in his bed next to Alicia. Alicia was a model - a stunning black woman, one of Simon's go-to booty calls. They had briefly dated in 2003, but neither had been too interested in commitment. However, their sex was intense, and it was common for them to hook up once in a while. Simon was about to reach over and begin fingering Alicia for an encore when his BlackBerry beeped. It was a text from Monique, reading "Did u still want 2 see me 2day?"
Immediately, he lost interest in Alicia. Texting Monique back, he wrote, "Fo sure. Anything u wanna do?"
