Mrs. Right

Role Change

We both agreed to get tested just in case my husband had been unfaithful. I didn't think he had been, but it brought Jimin and me some peace of mind. Once the results came back showing we were both clean, we started enjoying the freedom of sex without protection. Jimin, in particular, found it to be especially gratifying to be able to have sex at any time without the worry of pregnancy or disease.

Not wanting to get caught, Jimin and I devised a special code for when we could meet up to spend alone time together. He needed to create special reasons to leave the dorm or Hybe so Hobi and the others wouldn't be suspicious. Honesty was very important to Jimin, but so was my job security. His go-to for our middle-of-the-night trysts was usually insomnia, which wasn't exactly a lie. Jimin told me more than once he had trouble sleeping at times because he was thinking of me.

Jimin would write down our meeting time at random places during class, often finding ways to weave it into the activity we were working on. Sometimes he would write it in his notebook, sometimes on the whiteboard, sometimes on a sticky note or notecard. Once he even tapped out the time with his pen.

We always met at my place. He changed the direction he took to my place with every visit so no one would even catch a hint of a routine. One time, though, he couldn't wait. We had gone a few days without meeting because of his busy schedule. He wrote out his secret message on his exit ticket for our lesson on English grammar.

"I made it to level 7 on the video game. I like to eat sweet snacks when I play my two favorite video games in the afternoon. There's always room in my stomach for more food."

Jimin had managed to sneak a key to a room on the 7th floor of the building off of one of the building crew earlier in the day. The 7th floor was reserved for storage. I took the stairs to the 7th floor at two in the afternoon to avoid being caught on the elevator cameras. I had made it a daily habit to take the stairs to get a little exercise mid-day whenever I felt like I had been sitting for too long, so I knew it wouldn't be seen as unusual.

I opened the door to the 7th floor, but Jimin was nowhere to be found. I walked around and found what I believed to be the correct door. When I opened it, Jimin was standing there, completely naked and very ready to go. God, he was gorgeous.

"What took you so long, Addy?" His stern stare made me weak in the knees.

He grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me into the room, then quickly closed and locked the door behind him. He then pushed me back against the door with his body and trapped me between his arms. "Looks like you're going to need to be punished for tardiness." He pressed his firm body up against mine and I could feel the tension in his muscles--in all of him. "Lift your skirt up," he ordered.

I started to lift my skirt up and in a low voice he smiled, "That's right. Show me those sexy thighs." He then kissed me on the neck and slapped me lightly on the ass, startling me.

I shrieked with excitement. I continued to lift my skirt up past my hips, revealing my silk thong. Jimin looked down at it, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. "You wore silk for me." He sucked in air and shook his head. "I love you in silk." After allowing his eyes to linger on my thong for a few more seconds, he grew serious again and ordered, "Spread your legs."

I eagerly spread my legs.

"Take off your blouse."

I began to feverishly unbutton my blouse and again he spanked me and growled, "Slowly! I want to take my time studying your sexy body."

He took several steps back as I slowly unbuttoned each button, revealing my porcelain skin bit by bit as he watched, his eyes fixed on my body. When I finished, I let my blouse slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor.