You were a busy woman, having a hundred or more things to do per day. Being in the position that you were in the corporate world didn't come easy, and without any sacrifices. You were married to a guy who was on paper the near-perfect husband, yet in typical fashion you weren't satisfied.

We ran into each other at a conference/event/party, and ever since the first meeting the tension was palpable. Like a hot piece of iron being dipped into water, our bodies sizzled whenever we were near each other. Thirsting for something more, eager to feel the taste of our bodies in the most filthy and depraved way imaginable. It didn't help that I was older and more experienced than you, which was understandably a weakness of yours.

So it wasn't a surprise that the predicted finally happened. My strong arms easily had you pinned against the cold, metallic walls of the elevator in no time as it continued its silent ascent towards my suite. The taste of alcohol on both our tongues only furthering our desire for each other. My tongue overpowering yours with relative ease as you could feel its coarse texture, imagining with a smirk how it would feel rubbing up against your body. Especially your nipples, and clit.

My thick hands grabbed hold of your stockings the moment we entered the room, having it torn in no time just where I wanted to have you exposed. And even before we had gotten fully naked, I was now pounding into you like an animal in extreme heat - your hands struggling to hold onto me or the wall you were pushed against. My Cock gaping even more your already wet pussy, making you scream and moan in both pain and pleasure. Telling me just how much you craved to be used so roughly, and how your husband could barely manage being this aggressive.

So it wasn't a surprise that I received a text from you once again, 2 weeks later during what was arguably your weakest moment. A stressful few days of work meant you both deserved and craved a release. Catching a cab hastily you applied makeup on your face right in the backseat, adjusting your bust and making sure you showed enough cleavage to entice me. How exciting our lives had gotten within the span of 3 weeks.