Wife's New Boss Ignites Midnight Betrayal

Sarah had known for weeks that Mark’s long hours at the law firm meant she would often eat dinner alone, but tonight the emptiness felt sharper. She had just parked outside her office building when her new boss, Ethan, held the glass door for her with that dominant ease he wore like a suit. He was thirty-eight, tall, broad through the shoulders, and every woman in marketing had noticed. Sarah, thirty-two and married, had tried to keep her eyes on the file in her hands, but the moment their fingers brushed when he passed her the coffee he had bought her, she felt a heat low in her belly that was plainly forbidden. Mark waited at home, probably microwaving leftovers and watching reruns, unaware that Sarah’s heart was racing over a man who already owned her thoughts.

The strategy session dragged on past eleven. Sarah spread the quarterly reports across Ethan’s wide mahogany desk while he leaned in behind her to point at a line item. His hand settled on her lower back, warm and heavy, and lingered. The pressure traveled straight to where she already felt wet between her legs. His voice was low, husky, and private when he said, “You’re the only one I want to stay late with, Sarah. Everyone else would have gone home by now.” Sarah’s nipples tightened visibly under the thin fabric of her blouse, hard little points that Ethan’s gaze dropped to and held. She swallowed, throat dry, and whispered the truth she had been holding back, “I can’t stop thinking about you. I know I should, but I can’t.”

Ethan’s hand slid lower until his fingers brushed the curve of her buttock. She did not pull away. Instead, he turned her, cupped her face, and kissed her hard—hungry and possessive—while his other hand slipped under her blouse to thumb her already stiff nipples. The kiss broke with a breathless promise. He guided her to the edge of his desk, spun her around, bent her over it, and yanked her tight pencil skirt up over her hips and her panties down to her ankles in one swift pull. Sarah gripped the far edge of the desk and spread her legs for him. Her pussy was already wet enough to glistened in the low office lighting. She heard him free his cock from his trousers and felt the thick tip press against her entry before he pushed inside in a single forceful thrust that made her gasp.

He fucked her standing doggy style over the desk, one hand fisted in her dark hair, pulling her back so her arching spine showed the curve of her rear, and the other hand locked on her hip so he could slam into her at a hard, steady pace. Sarah moaned loud enough to echo off the empty offices outside his door. She felt him bottom out with every stroke, her pussy stretching around him, milking him. She<|eos|>