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It was a hot summer day when I entered the office of my boss’s wife, Mrs. Johnson. She was the one in charge of the whole establishment and had hired me as her assistant a few months ago. I was at all times in awestruck of her beauty and power, but I never let my thoughts wander anywhere beyond professional.

However, today, things felt different. As soon as I walked into her office, I noticed the way her dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her black hair was neatly tied in a bun, and her lips were painted a deep shade of red. Her piercing blue eyes met mine, and I found myself lost in the moment, my heartbeat racing.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson. How may I assist you?” I finally managed to ask, trying to seem as casual as efficient.

“Hello, Alex. Please sit down,” she replied, gesturing towards the leather chair across her desk. “I wanted to discuss some work-related matters with you. But before that, do you mind pouring me a glass of water?”

I hesitated for a moment, staring at her, but eventually, I got up and filled the glass with water from the dispenser. As I handed it over to her, our fingers brushed, and I could feel the sparks fly.

“Thank you,” she said, taking a sip. “Now, about the work. I need you to prepare a presentation for our upcoming meeting with the board members. I’m counting on you to do a good job.”

“Of course, Mrs. Johnson. I’ll get started right away,” I replied, feeling slightly disappointed that the conversation had shifted back to work.

As I was about to leave her office, she stopped me. “One more thing, Alex. I noticed you’ve been working hard lately, and I think you deserve a break. Why don’t you join me for dinner tomorrow night? We can discuss the presentation over a glass of wine and some good food.”

I was taken aback by the invitation but excited at the same time. “Sure, I’d love that. What time should I be there?”

“Seven o’clock sharp,” she answered, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

The rest of the day went by in a blur as I tried to focus on my work while my mind kept wandering to the upcoming dinner. I couldn’t believe that I was gonna have dinner with my boss’s wife, and the wondered of spending a few hours alone with her made me nervous and exhilarated.

Finally, the day of the dinner arrived, and I arrived at her doorstep, dressed in my best suit. She answered the door, looking stunning in a low-cut black dress that showed off her ample cleavage.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her.

“Thank you, Alex. You look pretty handsome yourself,” she replied, closing the door behind me.

We sat down at the dining table, and she poured us each a glass of red wine. We chatted about work for a while, but as the night wore on, the conversation became more personal. We talked about our families, our hobbies, and our aspirations.

Somewhere amidst the laughter and the wine, I found myself leaning in closer to her, and she didn’t shy away from my touch. Eventually, our lips met in a slow, sensual kiss, and I knew that there was no turning back.

She led me to her bedroom, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence of the place. The king-size bed was covered in silky sheets, and the room was bathed in a warm, golden light.

Without any words, we undressed each other, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. She had the most exquisite curves, and I couldn’t withstand the urge to explore every inch of her skin with my lips.

Her moans filled the room as I nibbled on her neck, her breasts, and her thighs, bringing her closer and closer to climax. She returned the favor, her hands working their way down my torso and unbuttoning my pants.

I felt my erection grow harder and harder as she took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head and shaft, driving me wild with pleasure. Finally, unable to hold myself back any longer, I lifted her up and entered her, our bodies melding into one.

The sensation of being inside her was exquisite, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment. Her nails dug into my back as I thrust deeper and deeper, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

As we reached the pinnacle of our pleasure, we collapsed onto the bed, a sweat-soaked heap of limbs and kisses. For a few moments, we lay there in silence, the only sounds in the room the sound of our breaths and the occasional moan.

Finally, I whispered into her ear, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, Mrs. Johnson.”

She smiled wistfully, “Call me Victoria.”

And with that, we knew that our forbidden affair had only just begun.
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