My Boss, My wife

Anna, new to this line of work, new to adult life, and naïve to all experiences around relationships and sex.
Kris, too experienced for her own good. Seasoned womanizer and work is too easy for her. A distraction is needed... Anna is that distraction.

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I don't know how she does this, how I'm helplessly grinding myself on her thigh as she continues her meeting. My hands gripping her dress shirt, I look up to see an unbothered look on my bosses face. How did I get here?
She reaches over to mute her call and simply asks me "What do you want, beautiful?", a simple question we all know the answer to. I could only whimper as a reply, not having the capacity or trust in my own voice to use words.
"You don't get to cum until the end of the meeting, do you understand?" She scolds already recognising how close I am. I nod, seconds later she grabs my waist stopping all movements.
"You know nodding doesn't get you anywhere. Talk to me" She demands, I try to push against her hands to find any type of relief.
"Ye-yes" I sound out, using everything in me to not push her hands away and find my relief.
"Uh-uh, what did I say?" She quirks an eyebrow, seeing my eyes widen .
"M-m-miss yes....yes" I answer, a sigh of relief follows as she moves her hands, controlling my movements against her thighs. One of her hands leaving to unmute, the other moves to her lips signalling for me to be silent, I nod in response.
In this moment you wouldn't think this was my wife would you? I guess I have some explaining to do. Am I hopelessly in love, or just hopeless?