Hello how are you so long time, even though I had been with my son and nephew, never was unfaithful to another person, in my work one of my bosses is a young man and quite vain and could notice how he looked at me, that adds up the lack of sex with my husband, the truth is I liked the idea of seducing him. I knew my ass was a powerful magnet for men's gazes and he couldn't be indifferent, almost could feel his gaze on my butt when I turned around to leave his office and intentionally put on clothes that were too tight, trying to make my tiny thongs show more and provoke even more his gazes and desires. But I didn't stop there, I started wearing short miniskirts again that I hadn't worn to work since I got married, so he could also appreciate my legs. Of course it worked, his gaze no longer only focused on my ass but on my whole body, making me feel like I was totally naked at times. I also went back to wearing provocative tops and when I had to go to his office, I would bend down so he could see that I was well-endowed in front too. This all gave a magnificent result, my boss became more flirtatious and daring every day and never stopped telling me how beautiful you looked at every moment. One good day he invited me to lunch but I told him it would be better if we went the next day, since it was Friday and I had time, as my husband would go out for dinner with people from his work and I could wear a stretchy miniskirt that fit perfectly on my body and other provocative clothes, which wouldn't make me feel like trying them on while my husband wasn't around. The next morning my husband left for work and I got dressed as planned, when I arrived at the office I caught the attention of my colleagues and coworkers, none of them spared Praises. When the Licentiate (that's how I address my boss) arrived, I got up to open the door for him, he remained agape and with his morbid gaze swept over my body from head to toe. He dissolved into praise and flattery and reminded me that we had a date to go out to eat, doing so with an expression of I promise you'll have a great time.
Minutes later I went back to his office to deliver some correspondence, he undressed me again with his gaze and -rarely- invited me to sit down in one of the armchairs facing his desk. As I sat down, his gaze directed itself automatically with affected nonchalance at my crotch where, surely, he could see clearly my flesh-colored thong. I didn't cross my legs at any moment to facilitate his enjoyment of the view during the good time I spent sitting in front of him.
The hour of departure arrived and with it the moment to go out to eat with the Licentiate; the staff started leaving and only he, I, and the phone operator remained. When we got to his car, my boss gallantly opened the door for me to get in, but also with the intention of seeing me well up close, so as I got in I opened them enough for him to appreciate once again and now with more clarity the entirety of my thighs. Already at the restaurant, while eating we chatted about various things and among them our tastes. As the conversation advanced, we gained confidence and the topics became more risqué. When he mentioned that he was attracted to women who wear sexy lingerie, I committed the imprudence of telling him that I always wore that type of underwear. My boss, in a joking tone but knowing both of us knew it wasn't so much, told me that seeing me with that lingerie would be his dream, and I followed the joke in the same tone by telling him that one day he'd get to see it. We finished eating and even though he insisted on taking me home, I asked him to just take me to get a taxi. When I got out of his car, he bid me farewell with a kiss on the mouth that I corresponded timidly and when I approached the taxi, I generously showed my thighs, separating them a little more than necessary; he opened his eyes and licked his lips with a sympathetic but undoubtedly lascivious gesture... That happened on Friday, today is Monday and I had many desires to continue seducing him.
During the weekend, I didn't stop thinking about him and everything that was happening, and unconsciously I went back to having the fantasy with him while my husband was holding me. On Sunday night, I started thinking about what clothes I would wear to work the next day and the attitude I would take towards the events that had happened on Friday, always thinking about pleasing my boss and why not, provoking him sexually as much as possible.
I chose a white pantaloon that fit tightly to my body, without bags behind or in front, and adjusted with a thin lateral zipper, underneath which I would wear a tiny thong totally fitted, also in white, with the purpose of making it clear on top, a half-cup bra in white and above a short semi-transparent blouse.
When my boss arrived, as usual, I got up from my desk to open the door for him, and his libidinous gaze - like it was already customary - ran over my body from head to toe.
Several minutes passed when my phone rang, it was him asking me to come to his office. When I entered, he sweet-talked me with all kinds of praise; I, a seduced and seductive woman, gave myself a complete turn so that he could admire me. When he told me that what I liked about erotic lingerie was true and that he would die from an infarction, I felt a little embarrassed, but at the same time my pussy started to palpitate as if it had the heart there.
He got up from the armchair and taking me by the arms tried to kiss me on the mouth; I dodged his face telling him someone could see us, he insisted clarifying that no one could enter the office without him pressing the button, then I had no choice but to accept. I let him give me the kiss and I responded, somewhat embarrassed because I couldn't stop thinking that I was being unfaithful to my husband. But passion is greater than reason, and soon I was surrendering with abandon to the lips of my boss, who while kissing me rubbed his hardened bulge against my stomach and his hands wrapped around my waist. I hugged him around the neck without removing my pelvis from that package that felt enormous; I wanted to leave pretending a modest attitude and turned halfway around, but he held me by the waist from behind, saying I don't know how many things. But all I could think about in that moment was the warmth of his hardness pressed against my buttocks, making discreet frictions that drove me crazy with lust. His hands caressed my abdomen softly while kissing my ears and cheeks, I was ecstatic, concentrated on his erection against my buttocks.
I asked him to leave the scene for later, I was afraid someone would notice, it had already been late in his office and suspect what was happening. I returned to my desk and walking felt immediately the moisture of my pussy that was already soaking my thong, my heart racing and a nervous tremor took over my body.
Half an hour had passed and I had to go back to his office to deliver some papers; my legs were trembling as I stood in front of the door, knocked to announce my presence, opened the door from his desk and walked in. He was already standing up, it was inevitable to direct my eyes at his bulge, which still looked impressive; he then gazed lustfully at my body and felt myself undressed by his gaze.
Without saying a word, I dropped the papers on the desk and we delivered ourselves passionately to kissing each other's mouths, sucking each other's tongues; his hands caressed me every moment a little lower down from my hip, but only followed the contour of the thong that I lost myself between my buttocks and of course his cock stuck to my stomach with my total complacency. When I turned around to withdraw again, he pressed against me, making me feel his cock on my buttocks and his hands following the contour of my thong now in front. At a given moment, his hand went down to my pulsing pussy and he caressed it decisively; I let myself be condescending and rubbed my buttocks against his large erection, while receiving his kisses on my neck and nape. He tried to put his hand under my pants, but since the pants were so tight, he didn't manage to do so, nor did I make it easy for him by lowering the zipper. I only promised that the next day I would wear a skirt so things would be easier. While making those promises, without knowing when, I realized that my hand was on his cock and I was caressing its enormity over the pants.
I ended the workday and went home with my husband, who as usual had come to pick me up from work. I felt a certain guilt towards my husband and thought that arriving home would compensate for it by giving us a formidable screw to finish swallowing his cum as we usually did; however, I was still thinking about my boss, especially his kisses, above all the handling we had given each other and that enormous cock. During the rest of the afternoon and night, I only thought about that cock that drove me crazy with lust.
Minutes later I went back to his office to deliver some correspondence, he undressed me again with his gaze and -rarely- invited me to sit down in one of the armchairs facing his desk. As I sat down, his gaze directed itself automatically with affected nonchalance at my crotch where, surely, he could see clearly my flesh-colored thong. I didn't cross my legs at any moment to facilitate his enjoyment of the view during the good time I spent sitting in front of him.
The hour of departure arrived and with it the moment to go out to eat with the Licentiate; the staff started leaving and only he, I, and the phone operator remained. When we got to his car, my boss gallantly opened the door for me to get in, but also with the intention of seeing me well up close, so as I got in I opened them enough for him to appreciate once again and now with more clarity the entirety of my thighs. Already at the restaurant, while eating we chatted about various things and among them our tastes. As the conversation advanced, we gained confidence and the topics became more risqué. When he mentioned that he was attracted to women who wear sexy lingerie, I committed the imprudence of telling him that I always wore that type of underwear. My boss, in a joking tone but knowing both of us knew it wasn't so much, told me that seeing me with that lingerie would be his dream, and I followed the joke in the same tone by telling him that one day he'd get to see it. We finished eating and even though he insisted on taking me home, I asked him to just take me to get a taxi. When I got out of his car, he bid me farewell with a kiss on the mouth that I corresponded timidly and when I approached the taxi, I generously showed my thighs, separating them a little more than necessary; he opened his eyes and licked his lips with a sympathetic but undoubtedly lascivious gesture... That happened on Friday, today is Monday and I had many desires to continue seducing him.
During the weekend, I didn't stop thinking about him and everything that was happening, and unconsciously I went back to having the fantasy with him while my husband was holding me. On Sunday night, I started thinking about what clothes I would wear to work the next day and the attitude I would take towards the events that had happened on Friday, always thinking about pleasing my boss and why not, provoking him sexually as much as possible.
I chose a white pantaloon that fit tightly to my body, without bags behind or in front, and adjusted with a thin lateral zipper, underneath which I would wear a tiny thong totally fitted, also in white, with the purpose of making it clear on top, a half-cup bra in white and above a short semi-transparent blouse.
When my boss arrived, as usual, I got up from my desk to open the door for him, and his libidinous gaze - like it was already customary - ran over my body from head to toe.
Several minutes passed when my phone rang, it was him asking me to come to his office. When I entered, he sweet-talked me with all kinds of praise; I, a seduced and seductive woman, gave myself a complete turn so that he could admire me. When he told me that what I liked about erotic lingerie was true and that he would die from an infarction, I felt a little embarrassed, but at the same time my pussy started to palpitate as if it had the heart there.
He got up from the armchair and taking me by the arms tried to kiss me on the mouth; I dodged his face telling him someone could see us, he insisted clarifying that no one could enter the office without him pressing the button, then I had no choice but to accept. I let him give me the kiss and I responded, somewhat embarrassed because I couldn't stop thinking that I was being unfaithful to my husband. But passion is greater than reason, and soon I was surrendering with abandon to the lips of my boss, who while kissing me rubbed his hardened bulge against my stomach and his hands wrapped around my waist. I hugged him around the neck without removing my pelvis from that package that felt enormous; I wanted to leave pretending a modest attitude and turned halfway around, but he held me by the waist from behind, saying I don't know how many things. But all I could think about in that moment was the warmth of his hardness pressed against my buttocks, making discreet frictions that drove me crazy with lust. His hands caressed my abdomen softly while kissing my ears and cheeks, I was ecstatic, concentrated on his erection against my buttocks.
I asked him to leave the scene for later, I was afraid someone would notice, it had already been late in his office and suspect what was happening. I returned to my desk and walking felt immediately the moisture of my pussy that was already soaking my thong, my heart racing and a nervous tremor took over my body.
Half an hour had passed and I had to go back to his office to deliver some papers; my legs were trembling as I stood in front of the door, knocked to announce my presence, opened the door from his desk and walked in. He was already standing up, it was inevitable to direct my eyes at his bulge, which still looked impressive; he then gazed lustfully at my body and felt myself undressed by his gaze.
Without saying a word, I dropped the papers on the desk and we delivered ourselves passionately to kissing each other's mouths, sucking each other's tongues; his hands caressed me every moment a little lower down from my hip, but only followed the contour of the thong that I lost myself between my buttocks and of course his cock stuck to my stomach with my total complacency. When I turned around to withdraw again, he pressed against me, making me feel his cock on my buttocks and his hands following the contour of my thong now in front. At a given moment, his hand went down to my pulsing pussy and he caressed it decisively; I let myself be condescending and rubbed my buttocks against his large erection, while receiving his kisses on my neck and nape. He tried to put his hand under my pants, but since the pants were so tight, he didn't manage to do so, nor did I make it easy for him by lowering the zipper. I only promised that the next day I would wear a skirt so things would be easier. While making those promises, without knowing when, I realized that my hand was on his cock and I was caressing its enormity over the pants.
I ended the workday and went home with my husband, who as usual had come to pick me up from work. I felt a certain guilt towards my husband and thought that arriving home would compensate for it by giving us a formidable screw to finish swallowing his cum as we usually did; however, I was still thinking about my boss, especially his kisses, above all the handling we had given each other and that enormous cock. During the rest of the afternoon and night, I only thought about that cock that drove me crazy with lust.
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