Readers discretion is advised: The following writing has strong use of sexual language and infidelity, so it is strictly 18+. It is also a draft, and will be later updated.
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It was the first time we were meeting alone, and it was in her house. Being the director, she was well off and able to afford her own place. Fancy by no means, just a humble abode, which she shared with her husband and their only child. Her husband was out of town. A business trip as they all say. She scoffed, and her mouth twisted. It was clear she knew more than her husband let off. I wondered for a moment why she didn't confront him. Maybe she didn't have the courage to do so, but the reason became apparent when she came out of the room with her 1 year old in hand. The way she prodded and nudged the baby's cheeks, fiddled with his fingers, and the adorable giggles and sounds from the baby making her burst into laughter, it was all too apparent the love she had for the child.
She walked over and handed me the baby.
"Keep an eye on him while I go take a shower." I took him into my arms half expecting him to throw a tantrum being separated from his mom. Yet to my surprise he was calm, and settled into my embrace without a hitch. "Looks like he took a liking to you." She said before leaving.
There I was with the baby in my hand who had started to drift into a snooze after reaping minutes worth of joy from hair. I got up and rocked him softly while walking laps around the sitting room. Once he was in deep sleep, I excused myself into the main bedroom and placed him gently on his cot. It was then, I heard the bathroom door open, and she walked out with just her towel on.
"Fell asleep?" She came up to me and peeked at the cot.
"Y-yeah." She must have noticed the hesitation in my voice, or maybe it was my flushed face, as she got closer and looked me in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" She questioned with eyes that were far from innocent.
Me shying my eyes away from her only furthered her confidence, as she turned facing the mirror, took off her towel and started to dry her hair. Fully naked. There I was unsure of what to do. Leave? Stay? She looked at me through the mirror.
"The fact that you are still here, and haven't done anything. Should I hand you over an invitation to make a move?" She sighed.
The moment she said that, there was no longer any hesitation.
I walked up to her and placed my hands on her waist. Looked at her from the mirror, saw the very eyes that seduced me in the first place, and before I knew it my mouth was buried in her neck. She let out a soft moan as my tongue searched its way up her chin until it found her lips. Soft, were the lips that used to lecture me in the office everyday. Supple and ripe, I bit into them expecting honey, but she flinched and pulled her head back. We paused and looked at each other. I thought I messed up, but no sooner did she jump back into my face. This time with her in the lead, orchestrating my tongue to the rhythm of hers.
My hands sought her chest through her bathrobe (I realize this is an inconsistency but I am leaving this in for now), grabbing onto her tits. I fondled her, as she turned squeamish, I broke the lock between our mouths and planted mine on her lush breasts. Her nipples a pacifier to my unending desire, it was as if I was born anew, as her moans got higher. The lustrous voices that came out of her, a juxtaposition to the harshness she displayed in office, only raised my yearning for exploration.
I pushed her onto the bed, leaning in for another kiss, there was no denying the sweetness of her lips. The slutty look on her face, devoured whole by lust, drove me to a frenzy. My hands seeked her legs and spread them apart, revealing sin. Sin I wished to commit, sin I have fantasized about, sin that was right there before me. There was no room to tease, no room to play around, and so like a convict's last supper, I dug in. She let out an ecstatic moan, leading me to raise her legs to eat her out better. My tongue like an aardvark exploring her vagina, her clit like an ice cream, chocolate, my tongue extracting every last bit of flavor, every last bit of taste. A thirst never quenched, she squirmed and twisted, she moaned louder and louder. Her hands pushed my face in even further.
"Keep going, keep going." She spoke through her pants and moans. "I am cumming." Her voice trailed off into an extended moan, and then a gasp for air. Before she could say anything, we heard a loud cry. The baby had woken up, and we both looked at each other with embarrassment. She got up quickly, putting back on her bathrobe and tended to the child, as I laid down there on the bed, still gathering what had happened. I observed her as she took the baby from the cot, rocked him about trying to make him stop, but he gave no yield.
"Can you hand me over the baby bottle?" She pointed towards it and I was quick in answering the request.
The moment she started to feed the baby, he stopped crying.
##Symbolize the baby as the sadness, the infidelity as riot.
"He must have been hungry, the little one." She said as she sat down with the baby, humming a sweet lullaby, and no sooner was he back in his deep slumber.
She looked at me and smiled, got up and placed the baby back in the cot, took her bathrobe off, and paced towards me. I flushed immediately (TOO MUCH USE OF FLUSH), not like I was deep in her pussy making her cum a few minutes ago.
"My turn." She whispered into my ears, and before I knew it my face was in her hands and her lips were on mine. She led my tongue to another dance before sinking her teeth into my lower lip. I flinched as she did, and was met with a smirk. "Revenge." She breathed softly, taking off my top and placing her mouth on my neck, sucking and biting, leaving her marks on me. Red spots of love from my neck till my chest. I writhed in pain and pleasure feeling helpless, like a deer caught in a tiger's hand, trapped, to be devoured by the apex predator. She took off my bra revealing my breasts to which she took great joy. Fondle she did with them and her mouth was even rougher on my nipples. Biting every now and so as she licked them, furthering my pleasure from pain and anticipation.
By now I was dripping wet, my panties were soaked and that became apparent as she took off my jeans. She smirked once again before laying her hand on my pussy. She stroked it through the panties, drenching it even further, as a moan escaped by mouth. That gave her the knock to go further, as she put her hands under the panties and started to play with my clit. Rubbing it slowly she kissed my lower belly, before putting a finger inside me. Instant was my pained groan, as she started to move her finger in and out. She put a second one in and as my moans grew louder so as did her movement got faster. She hooked her fingers into my G-spot and rubbed them around, making me go ecstatic. She placed her tongue on my clit. Gently this time, licking around at first, being the tease she was. She had taken out my breath, and I was only able to converse in pants and moans, as she orchestrated a tune that left me shaking. Her dance was a wild one, leaving me to tremble as she rose with a devious smile on her face, proud of what she had accomplished.
She crawled on top of me and gave me another kiss, this time much more gentle. I settled into her embrace, warm and accepting with a touch of lonesomeness. Almost as if she was yearning for her arms to be filled like how wine fills up a glass. Her wine was my affection, and she had taken a sip. If it were up to me, I would get her drunk, so lost in my affection that she never goes sober. But getting wasted drunk doesn't result in any good. Reality isn't so flattering. A married woman with a child, to top that of it is my boss. This was a hangover that was gonna hit hard.
