It started innocently enough.. a few casual conversations during the day when his wife wasn’t around. He worked from home, and I’d stop by sometimes, thinking nothing would come of it. But as the weeks went on, things shifted. He began to linger when we talked, his eyes lingering too. And eventually, one afternoon, the tension broke.

The first time it happened, I told myself it was a mistake, but the way he touched me made it impossible to stop. He wasn’t hesitant, wasn’t shy.. he was desperate. Every time I’ve been to his place since, it’s been the same. The moment I step inside, he’s on me, and I can’t bring myself to push him away.

This past week, it got more intense. We didn’t just sneak around.. we completely gave in. He didn’t even bother pulling out.. he just gave me everything. I didn’t plan for it, but there’s something dangerously thrilling about knowing I’m the one who satisfies him in ways his wife never will.

I don’t justify what we’re doing, and I know the risks.. but I can't stop it..