This happened last weekend, and i still can’t stop thinking about it. i work part-time for this older, super hot guy, let’s call him M. he’s married, but he’s always been flirty with me, little comments, lingering looks. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t like the attention.

anyway, his wife was hosting this dinner party, and i was helping out, refilling drinks, serving food, the usual. i wore this tight little dress that hugged all the right places, no bra, no panties, just to see if he’d notice. and oh, he noticed. every time our hands brushed or he leaned close to whisper something, i could feel the tension building.

later, i was in the kitchen alone, cleaning up, when he came in. he didn’t say a word, just cornered me against the counter, his body pressed against mine. “you’re trouble, you know that?” he whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh. i didn’t stop him. didn’t want to.

we ended up in his office down the hall, the door barely closed before his lips were on mine, his hands everywhere. he bent me over his desk, hiking my dress up and sliding into me, no hesitation. it was so risky, knowing his wife and guests were just a few rooms away, but that only made it hotter.

he gripped my hips, fucking me deep and rough, whispering in my ear how tight i was, how long he’d wanted this. i couldn’t stop moaning, biting my lip to stay quiet, but every thrust made it harder. when he came, he buried himself deep, and i swear i’ve never felt anything so intense.

after, we cleaned up quick and rejoined the party like nothing happened. every time he looked at me that night, i could see he was already thinking about the next time. and honestly? so was i.