Serious Adultery

Office Intern Confesses to Pursuading boss to Commit Adultery

I have always been attracted to older men. Whether it was friends of my father stopping by on the weekend to professors throughout college, something about a man nearly twice my age has always brought about instant arousal. This created some memorable situations during numerous counseling sessions, but those are for a different story and a different time.

My first day as a post graduate intern my boss showed me around the office, introducing me to staff members, showing me the break area and where I could find the ladies room. Of course, all I could think about was what I would do with my boss in the break room or ladies room, should the opportunity ever arise. His strong shoulders and firm jaw line gave me an instant buzz, an infatuating kick I wasn’t expecting yet seemingly hoping for when I arrived earlier that morning. I noticed him occasionally thumbing at the ring on his left hand, not in an uncomfortable, nervous way, but as a someone not use to wearing such jewelry. Obviously the ring was new, as was his marriage. Not to worry though, bands of matrimony never proved an issue during previous relationships I have held.

Now let me clear up one thing first. I’ve never gone after a married man simply for sex or the possibility of a relationship. Sure, plenty of sex has emerged (good sex, by that matter), as many of the men found themselves shut off from any sort of love making with their over the hill, prudish wives, but instead, I look at these men as an opportunity. An opportunity to obtain exactly what I want. Don’t get me wrong, there is plenty of work that goes into seducing a married man (some more than others). Often times more work than what it actually takes to obtain the desired goal, but this is my forte, what I’m good at. Crunching numbers and balancing budgets isn’t my thing, but contorting my body into unimaginable positions in the name of pleasure? Well in that I excel.

I studied my boss for the first week of my internship, always making sure to stop by and double check my work, just to make sure everything was on task and proceeding accordingly. I wanted to make sure I was always on his mind. Of course, popping the top two buttons on my blouse helped. It give away just a glimpse of what lie beneath, without coming across as slutty, although that sure would have sped up the process. A couple of times I caught him starring, but just for a moment. That didn’t necessary mean much though. Even woman stair at the sight of delightful cleavage, so having a man sneak a peek did nothing for me.

About a week later, I waited for the boss to enter the break room, and I gingerly walked in after, making sure to add a slight hop to my step in order to add that nice bounce into my breasts. When men notice your body come to life they tend to have the same life-gaining reaction. At least parts of them do. Although to my displeasure my boss’s back faced the break room door as I entered. Coffee pot in hand, he must have smelled my perfume as i walked in, as he greeted me without turning around. I responded likewise with a cheerful greeting in return and quietly closed the door, twisting the lock. This isn’t out of the ordinary as meetings take place all the time in the break room, plus with the “Meeting in Progress” sign I slipped in front of the doorway, nobody would enter, at least until they started to hear me moan.

I slid past the boss, making sure my breasts slid along his back as I worked my way towards the coffee. He froze mid-creamer pour, head jolting upwards and small goosebumps forming on the back of his neck. I had his attention. Still behind his back I made sure to pop another button, further exposing the lacy, low-cut number I made sure to wear that day.

As I poured myself a stale cup of coffee, I made sure to take in all the steam and gently arch my head backwards, giving my boss the full view. I looked up through slanted eyelids to find him looking down, eyes moving from my chest to my face, and back down. I asked for some cream and he obliged, pouring some into my mug. I slid my free hand gently up his right thigh until it hovered gently above his package. He quivered slightly as I told him that wasn’t the cream I had in mind. He backed away, but with significant effort, as I gracefully moved in for the kill. I took his hand. His left hand, band and all, and slid it over my breast. I could tell he liked it, not only from his gently squeeze but due to the slight uptick movement taking place directly below the edge of his belt.

We didn’t say a word as we had sex. It was fast, and I must admit a bit awkward, but I planted my flag, and soon enough, I’d be on the next rung of the office ladder, if not a few rungs up. We just need to make sure his wife doesn’t find out. Strange enough though, after the brief encounter in the break room, I feel a small tug inside me, as if emotions were building for him. Odd, that hasn’t ever happened before.

No comments yet.

Leave a comment