It started out innocent, or so i thought. we’d been making small talk for weeks while waiting to pick up the kids. he was charming, older, with this effortless confidence that had me curious.

one day, the vibe shifted. his compliments got bolder, and when he gave me his number, i didn’t hesitate. dinner turned into wine, and by the time we got to his car, the air between us was electric.

he kissed me, his hand sliding up my thigh, teasing me until i couldn’t think straight. before i knew it, he had me in the back seat, stripped down, his cock sliding deep inside me. he gripped my neck, pinning me as he pounded me harder than i’d ever imagined.

when he came, he smirked and told me he was married. i should’ve been shocked, but all i felt was the rush of being his dirty little secret. and honestly? i loved every second of it.