As I walked into the office building that morning, I couldn’t help but think about how bored I was with my job. I had been working there for almost two years now and I was starting to feel like I was stuck in a rut. I had at all times been the type of person who thrived on change and adventure, and sitting behind a desk day after day was just not cutting it for me anymore.
That’s when I saw her. My boss’s wife. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, with long dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a body that could make any man weak in the knees. I had at all times admired her from afar, but never dared to approach her. Until today.
As I sat in my cubicle, trying my best to concentrate on my work, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I imagined what it would be like to run my hands through her hair, to kiss her lips, to feel her body pressed against mine. It was a dangerous fantasy, I knew that, but I couldn’t help myself.
And then, she walked past my cubicle. She looked at me and smiled, and I knew instantly that something was different. Her smile was flirtatious, almost like an invitation. I couldn’t withstand.
As soon as I finished up my work for the day, I followed her out of the office building. I didn’t know what I was doing or where I was going, but I couldn’t stop myself. She led me to her car, a sleek black BMW, and got in the passenger seat. I climbed into the driver’s seat and we took off.
We drove for what felt like hours, but it was probably only twenty minutes. She didn’t say anything, and neither did I. It was an unspoken understanding that we were both playing with fire, that this was a forbidden affair that could ruin both of our lives.
Finally, we arrived at a small, nondescript motel on the outskirts of town. She got out of the car and walked towards the motel room, leaving me to follow her like a lost puppy.
The motel room was nothing fancy, but it was clean and private. She locked the door behind us and then turned to face me.
“What are we doing?” I asked her, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“I don’t know,” she replied, her voice low and husky. “But I want you, and I think you want me too.”
She stepped closer to me, and I could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating, like a drug that I couldn’t withstand. I reached out and pulled her towards me, kissing her deeply.
Our tongues danced together in a heated frenzy, our bodies pressed against each other as we explored every inch of each other’s mouths. I could feel her fingers running through my hair, pulling me closer to her as she moaned into my mouth.
But I didn’t need to see anything. I could feel everything.
Her body was soft and warm against mine, her breasts pressed against my chest as we kissed again. I could feel her hands running over my back, tracing the lines of my muscles as she explored my body.
And then she dropped to her knees. I watched as she took my cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. I was in heaven, my back pressed against the tiled wall as she worked her magic on me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back up to her feet, turning her around and pressing her against the wall. I entered her from behind, sliding deep inside her as she moaned in pleasure.
We moved together in perfect synchronicity, riding the waves of pleasure together as we fucked in the steamy shower. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her body quivering as she came hard against me.
And then it was my turn. I pulled out of her and came all over her back, my orgasm shaking me to the core. We both collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily as the water continued to pour over us.
We stayed like that for a while, both of us lost in our own thoughts. We both knew that what we had just done was dangerous, that it could ruin both of our lives and our careers. But in that moment, we didn’t care.
All we cared about was the pleasure we had just experienced, the intense connection we had made in that tiny motel shower. And as we stepped out of the shower, dried off, and dressed, we both knew that we would probably never do it again.
But the memory of that forbidden shower affair with my boss’s wife would stay with me forever.