After all these years, he’s back and he’s going to have me.
He was my student. I was his teacher. He waited until the end of class to tell me what he wanted from me and what he intended to do and when he realized that I wasn’t ready, he told me he would wait.
It’s been years and now he’s back in my life. He’s through waiting. He wants me now.
I’m his boss now, not his teacher. I’m married and I’m spoken for and I know that I shouldn’t. I know that I can’t.
But I know that I can’t resist. All those years and I’ve been thinking of him. All those years and I’ve been fantasizing.
I’ve been waiting for this moment, waiting for his return. I’ve been waiting for him to come and claim me. For him to take me for his own.
I’m ready. I want him. I want to submit.
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He was lying with his eyes closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. Lying there on his back entirely relaxed and waiting for me. Knowing that all he had to do was wait.
I crossed the no man’s land. It was me that did it.
Reaching out and sighing as I did, playing it off like I was sleeping as I moved my arm and pressed my hand against the bare skin of his shoulder. First contact, and it meant everything.
It was clear and concise evidence that I was lost, that I was losing myself in him. It had already happened of course but there was no going back now. There was no sense in denying the truth of my moment, of my need. Of him.
Reaching further, feeling his bare body beneath my touch. Feeling his skin on me as I slid a little closer and dipped my hand beneath the sheets covering his chest.
I’d never been with a man as handsome as him, a man as built as him. I liked Leon and I liked the feel of his body on me, but age had not been nearly as kind to my husband as it had been to my lover. My husband was soft and hairy and this man was smooth and hard. He was hotter, both in temperature and in appearance, and as my hand pressed over his pecs and down onto his stomach I felt the ridges of it and knew I wanted more.
Closer now. Pressing my body a little closer so there was little more than an inch between us. I felt the clothing I wore so much more now. A two-piece set. Button-down top and loose drawstring pants. They were cold on my skin but maybe that was just that I was burning. They were soft and smooth but they felt like they were constraining me, they felt like they needed to go.
My nipples hardened as my hand explored his body. They cut like diamonds against the fabric of my top. They ached to be touched, to be licked and kissed and caressed, my heavy breasts feeling like they needed to be held and kneaded and pleasured along with the rest of me.
My fingers brushed against the edge of his underwear and I stopped for a moment. I lay still, waiting for a reaction and a response from him. I wanted him and I wanted him to want me and I knew that he did but still I felt him still as the grave, the steady rise and fall of his breathing not doing anything to betray his true feelings.
I moved further. Further down. Over the boxers and feeling his bulge. I let my hand close over it and I squeezed a little, just to show him that this was intentional.
And the rest of him lay still but I felt his cock twitch and a smile lit up on my lips as I knew that he wanted me. That was enough to push me forward. For now, it was enough to make me cheat.
Where is the line? I wonder that curiously. Where is the line between cheating and not cheating? Between chaste and unchaste?
How far do I have to go to break my wedding vows?