Melissa, a barely legal brunette

"Hey baby, I want you to meet Melissa," Jodi said, smiling as she crossed the room with a girl who looked to be 18-19. "She is a freshman at UCLA and just started an internship."

"It's nice to meet you, Melissa," I said, taking her hand as I took her in. She was a beautiful young girl, probably hot enough to be a ten if she spent more time on clothes and makeup and less on studying.

She was short, at maybe 5'2", with long, curly brown hair. She wore a pair of thick glasses, which she nervously and habitually adjusted. She was pale complected like Jodi, but thicker through the hips and breasts. Her dress was struggling to keep her large bussom contained.

"I hope my... wife hasn't been talking your ear off."

"She's been very nice," Melissa said. "Not a lot of people here close to my age."

"Yes...there are a lot of us old folks here," I said. Was I really going to do this? I held her hand a moment longer and she intertwined her fingers with mine. Apparently I was. "You're very young to be as far up the ladder as you are. I'd like to do the same thing myself."

"Work hard and smart and you can achieve anything," I said.

"I invited Melissa back to our room for a drink," Jodi said.

"Great," I said.

All of those years of being a faithful and loving husband, I never once imagined seriously cheating on my wife. But here I was walking hand-in-hand with two barely legal teenagers, about to have sex with at least one of them. I wanted to stop it...but I couldn't. Jodi had tapped into some primal, animalistic part of me that was fueled by lust.

By the time I scan my key card at our door, I'm ready for what comes next. Ready isn't even the right word. I needed it. I was lusting for it.