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I had at all times been attracted to my boss’s wife, Sarah. She was younger than her husband, but her beauty made her shine brighter than anyone else. I at all times admired her grace, her sharp mind, and her incredible curves that fitted her perfect hourglass figure like a glove. She was the most desirable woman in the room, and everyone knew it.

Don, my boss, had entrusted me with the task of babysitting his children for the weekend while he was away on a company trip. I was to stay at their luxurious villa, watch over the kids, and ensure everything was in order. I had at all times been professional, courteous, and respectful towards Sarah, but I could sense the attraction growing stronger between us. My heart would race every time I caught a glimpse of her in the halls or the backyard. I yearned to touch her, kiss her, and unleash the passion that simmered beneath the surface.

It was Saturday, and I had just put the kids to bed. I sat on the couch, flipping through channels when Sarah walked in, wearing a tight-fitting nightgown that hugged her curves in all the right places. I could feel the tension building up inside me as she sat next to me, her perfume scent intoxicating, her warm breath fanning my neck.

“I hope they weren’t too much of a handful,” she said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“No, they were great,” I replied, trying to control my breathing.

“I’m glad. You’re so good with them. You know, Don has been talking about promoting you to a higher position. You deserve it,” she said, her fingers tracing my collarbone.

I gulped, feeling a stirring sensation below my belt. I turned to look at her, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Thank you, Sarah. That would mean a lot to me,” I said, leaning in closer.

She tilted her head, her lips inching closer to mine. I closed my eyes, feeling her soft lips press against mine. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly escalated into a passionate embrace as our tongues entwined in a heated dance.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air, and Sarah stood up, her nightgown clinging to her thighs.

“Follow me,” she said, whimpering, leading me to her bedroom.

I knew it was wrong, taboo, but I couldn’t withstand the temptation. I needed her like air. We entered her room, and she closed the door, pressing her body against mine. She kissed me again, her hands roaming all over my body, undoing my shirt buttons, exposing my chest.

“Take off your clothes,” she whispered, breathlessly, biting on my earlobe.

I obliged, tearing off my shirt and pants, watching as she shrugged off her nightgown, revealing her perfectly-shaped breasts, her hard nipples already peaking. I ran my hands down her back, cupping her buttocks, pulling her body closer to mine.

Sarah moaned, her hands fumbling with my boxer shorts, tugging at them impatiently. I kicked them off, and we fell onto the bed, our bodies writhing in an uncontainable ecstasy.

I sucked on her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. She arched her back, throwing her head back, her hands clawing at the bedsheets.

“Oh, God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she said, panting heavily.

I kissed my way down her stomach, spreading her legs aside, revealing her glistening fold. I licked her pussy, rimming her clit, making her moan even louder. She tasted sweet, like honey, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I inserted my finger into her vagina, feeling her wetness, her walls tightening around me.

“Fuck me, now,” she demanded, biting her lip.

I placed a condom around my cock, positioning myself at the entrance to her slick folds. I entered her slowly, feeling her tightness around me, stretching me to my limits. She was so warm, so soft, so perfect.

We moved together, a symphony of unbridled passion, thrusting and moaning, sweating and gasping. I pulled out, turning her over, entering her from behind, grabbing onto her hips, slamming into her with a ferociousness I never knew I had.

Sarah screamed my name, coming aside beneath me, her orgasm exploding like fireworks. I followed shortly after, my entire body tensing, my seed spilling into the condom.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, drenched in sweat and lust. She cuddled against me, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing circles on my arm.

“I don’t know if this was a mistake, but I don’t regret it,” she said, kissing my chest.

“It wasn’t a mistake. It was the best thing that ever happened to me,” I replied, holding her tightly.

We slipped into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, unleashing a passion that could never be tamed.
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