The office is empty but the sounds of us echo in the space. Unmistakable sounds. The sounds of betrayal.
Tonight I’m working the late shift with my boss, the two of us alone. I don’t know if he knows that it’s my anniversary or if he even cares. I didn’t go into his office to find out the answer to that question, I went in there to find out why he’s working me so hard.
His answer is a confession. A confession of desire not spoken aloud but played out on my body. He’s all over me now. He isn’t stopping and I don’t want him to.
I’m betraying my husband and with each passing moment it only gets worse. But to know that a man like my boss, a hard and handsome man, could want a woman like me is enough to drive me wild. I know that it’s wrong and I know that I should put a stop to it.
But when his hands are touching me all I want is more. When he’s showing me all the strength he possesses all I can think of is how much he has left to give.
I should walk away. I should run and stop this. I should go back to my husband, rather than betray him like this.
But I’m not stopping anytime soon.
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Mick was hungry.
His lips felt like they were consuming me. His hands felt like they were roaming with reckless abandon.
It had never been like this before.
Throwing myself at a man so obviously eager for me. A man who couldn’t help himself but wanted so badly to take control.
My mind raced, thinking of all the things he would do to me while I breathlessly moaned yes. While I begged him for more.
The way he’d slam me over his desk and strip my blouse of the rest of its buttons, rending it and tearing it and rendering it absolutely useless. The way he would push up my skirt and push my panties aside and press that throbbing bulge that I can feel against my hip deep inside of me.
Fulfilling and satisfying me, maybe for the first time.
In all of my sexual encounters up until now I had been the aggressor, had been the dominant one. All of the men I’d been with had been stunned, like they were so worried about doing the wrong thing or about hurting me that they’d just let me take control.
But being with a man like Mick, it showed me there was a world of sexual pleasure out there for me to explore, to be guided through.
He left my lips to taste my skin, burying himself in my neck while his hands moved around to grab my ass and squeeze so hard that it hurt. I wrapped a leg around him and pulled him in, feeling him pressing closer and closer to my sex and wanting so much more.
I ran my hand up his back and buried my fingers in his hair and the light hit it just right, making it glint.
My wedding ring.
In all this time and in all this moment I realized that I’d never once thought of Doug. Doug with his soft body and his passive air. Doug who wanted so badly to please me, to be enough for me.
This was betraying him and betraying his confidence. This was satisfying a dark need within me to be taken and used and consumed.
This was one thing.
“This is so wrong.”