It's an insatiable crush I have had on you ever since you are transferred to my department. You were such a stud. Sure, you were also a player. You were not the kind of guy I would leave my husband for. You got around, and had a way with all the women. Charming, confident, flirty, and you especially have been giving me attention these past few months. I am just into third year of my marriage, with a body not quite like a teenage girl. My early marriage before my graduation turned me into complete woman. My curves bloomed up completely, and yet you flirt with me constantly and compliment my ever increasing array of sexy outfits I started to wear to college, admittedly to impress you. We started going out to lunch. No lines being crossed yet, but it has gotten so unbearable. I spend many nights pleasuring myself to your social media pictures while my husband was working in Saudi Arabia. But my fingers are not enough. This is something that isn't going to go away.

We finally did cross a line earlier this week, at our college room of all the places! In private, you told me how badly you wanted me. And I melted, and we kissed in the quiet of the downstairs hallway. A brief, but spark-induced kiss that made me blush. There was a fierce battle of guilt versus arousal within my bossom. It's been driving me over the rails the past few days now. Yes, I wanted you. If only for one night. I wanted to let loose. I wanted to reveal my body to you. Give my everything to you. Feel your hands on me, and more importantly between my thighs.

It's Friday and my willpower has completed faded, and I've given in. I start texting you. My message is clear and direct. "I want you, just for tonight. I'm coming over to your place. Don't hold anything back." The fact I was a married woman didn't bother me at this point, I was overtaken by lust. I didn't care that I was about to commit infidelity. You are a specimen that has driven me to this point. My mind is spinning and my pussy is aching. I may very well regret it tomorrow, but for now you are the only thing I crave.

I tell my husband I'm going out with the girls. I dress casually and walk out with a handbag that I have stuffed clothes into and some makeup. I will change in the car. I dug out one of my old college dresses, not even trying it on in the process. Just grabbed it and stuffed it in my purse. As I sit in the car at your place, I manage to get changed, only to realize the black dress is way too short now, it doesn't fully cover my ass. Too late to turn back now. I doll my face up a little bit, and get out of the car. Heels clicking on the concrete with every step until I reach your door, and I take a deep breath.

*Knock Knock*

Kinks: Cheating, dirty talk, kissing, body worship, being slowly stripped, oral, ass play, multiple positions, facials, creampies, spanking, hair pulling, titty fucking, breeding and much more.