I arrived at the hotel lobby, heart pounding in my chest. I had agreed to meet my boss, Tom, for a drink, but I knew what it was really about. I was conflicted, but my desire won out.

Tom greeted me with a smile, and we went to the bar. We ordered our drinks and made small talk, but the tension between us was palpable. Finally, he leaned in and whispered, “I’ve wanted you since the day you started working for me.”

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but I saw raw desire. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted him, too.

We made our way to his hotel room, and as soon as the door closed behind us, our clothes were flying off. His hands were all over my body, and I reveled in the feeling of his touch.

He pushed me onto the bed, and I spread my legs wide, inviting him in. He eagerly obliged, and as he entered me, I let out a moan of pleasure. He filled me up completely, and we moved together in a primal and beautiful rhythm.

We explored each other’s bodies, learning what made each other moan and gasp. He licked and sucked on my nipples, and I begged for more. He fingered my clit, and I came hard, screaming his name.

Afterward, we lay in each other’s arms, spent and satisfied. But the guilt soon set in. I knew I had to face the consequences of my actions.

I called an Uber and headed back home. My husband was waiting for me, and I could tell he was angry. But something shifted as I told him the story of my encounter with Tom. He was angry, but he was also aroused.

He grabbed me roughly, pulling me towards him. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he growled.

And he did. He took me hard and fast, and I came harder than I ever had before. It was a night I would never forget.

But in the morning, I realized that I had betrayed my husband and myself. I knew I had to make things right, but I wasn’t sure how.

Only time would tell if our marriage could survive this betrayal. But for now, I was left with the memories of a night that had changed everything.

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