The Boss's Wife

Her eyes are wide and innocent, while her hand tugs at my belt, eager fingers reaching into my trousers. This woman had the attention of every man at the party, and yet she had kept her gaze on me all night.

All. Night.

“Ben, there’s coat hooks in my hair,” she complains, resting her head on my shoulder.

There isn’t much room in here, granted. But fuck it.

“I don’t care,” I mutter, my fingers pushing her slinky dress up her thighs. It’s too dark to see her, but her breath is hot on my neck, and her grip is tightening around my shaft.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers when my fingers meet her slick folds.

Jesus. I barely touched her.

“Shh,” I whisper, smirking. My lips find hers in the dark. She tastes faintly of champagne, reminding me of the lifestyle she leads.

I lift her, moving her head so that she avoids the coat hooks that are annoying her so much. I’m wearing a crisp white suit, which has to be pristine when we leave. At least I removed my blazer.

I slide into her easily, and she bites into my shoulder as she cries out.

“Ah, fuck,” I grunt out, slamming into her as she balances herself with one leg on the floor. She’s tight, wet, and fucking gagging for it.

“Ben—”

“Don’t say my name, baby,” I whisper, my mouth on hers, just to silence her. I’m at the perfect angle now, and I’m thrusting into her so deeply that she can barely breathe.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, grabbing my neck for support as she slams repeatedly into the wall.

Seems she doesn’t care too much about those coat hooks anymore.

“You’re a fucking slut,” I mutter into her ear.

She laughs as she claws my back. “Am I?” she says, feigning a gasp.

“You’re married,” I growl, fucking her harder.

“So stop,” she cries out as I empty myself inside of her. I can barely see, one hand holding her thigh, the other her ass.

“I can now,” I smirk, kissing her lightly on the mouth. I pull out of her and tug my trousers back into place as she fixes herself.

“Ben?” chuckles a voice from the other side of the wall. “Have you found my secret hiding place?”

“Yeah,” I call out. “Can you, uh, give us a minute?”

The woman isn’t even breathing, fully aware that her husband is on the other side of the door.

“Right, yeah. I’ll be in the main hall. Have you seen Mariana?”

Yeah. I just emptied myself into her tight pussy.

“Yeah, she was on the balcony talking to some woman,” I lie, and Mariana exhales lightly.

I hear him walk away, and I tug my blazer back on.

“Have a good night,” I whisper, pushing the door open.

Fucking the boss’s wife was definitely the highlight of my evening.