A story ten years in the making

[TheArtist]

Gym

After overhearing my wife had sex and bathed with another man during her trip to Taiwan, my mind couldn’t find peace. Her confession, or rather the conversation I overheard, played on a loop in my head. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t real, that I might have misheard or misinterpreted the words, but deep down, I knew the truth.

I tried to act normal. I didn’t know how to or should I confront her. Every time she picked up her phone to text or call someone, my chest tightened. Who was she messaging? Was it Jason or someone new? I started to notice how her phone never left her side. She’d smile faintly while typing. That smile felt like a dagger to my chest.

Me, casually: Who are you texting?

Jane: Oh, just some friends lah.

But I couldn’t shake the unease. The sound of her phone notifications became a trigger. Each ping made my mind race, imagining her setting up secret meetings or exchanging intimate words with another man.

Jane’s wardrobe also started to shift, or maybe I only just noticed it more now. She seemed to prefer tight dresses, low-cut tops, and skirts that barely covered her thighs. Her gym outfits, already form-fitting, now seemed almost intentionally provocative. That light purple set she wore the other day was practically etched into my brain, imagining how she would have flaunted her sexy body in front of the men in gym.

Me: Why are you dressing so sexy?

I asked her one evening as she adjusted her lipstick in the mirror, wearing a black bodycon dress that hugged her body tightly.

Jane: A woman look good for herself cannot meh.

She replied with a playful smirk, but her tone didn’t sit right with me.

I wondered: was she dressing up for me, or for someone else? Was there a man waiting for her, someone who would unzip that dress later and caress her naked body? Surely the man wouldn’t stop at that. Was she dolling herself up to meet another man to be fucked by him?

Then there were her appointments. Jane always seemed to have somewhere to go, like a lunch date, a coffee meeting or a work-related dinner. Each time she left, my mind spun in circles. Was she meeting a client or a lover? Was she stepping out as my wife or someone else’s mistress?

She’d leave the house with a casual wave and a carefree smile as she walked out. As the door closed behind her, I’d sit there, staring at the empty space she left behind, my heart heavy with suspicion.

The unease wasn’t just anxiety; it came with a strange, conflicting excitement. As much as I hated the idea of Jane with another man, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined her in those moments, her body, her movements, her moans. I thought about Jason and how he must have fucked her in that hotel in Taiwan. How many times did he fuck my wife?

Did she respond to him like she did with me, or was it different? Did she let him explore her body in ways she never allowed me to? The thought of her giving herself so willingly, so freely, made my stomach churn with jealousy but also with a twisted kind of arousal.

Every time she left the house, I pictured her in some hotel room, her dress discarded on the floor, her body hugging another man’s. I wondered if she kissed them like she kissed me, if she whispered their names the way she whispered mine.

The nights were the worst. Jane would lie next to me, scrolling through her phone or chatting casually about her day, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was hiding something. Was she thinking about someone else while lying in my bed? Was her body used by another man that day?

One night, as she slept soundly beside me, I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. My mind replayed the words I had overheard during her conversation with Jason.

“I already scrubbed and cleaned for you.”
“Didn’t I give it to you already?”
“Before bathing, didn’t we do it?”

The implications haunted me. They had sex before the shower, and she had scrubbed and cleaned for him, an act so personal and so intimate. I couldn’t stop picturing it, Jane kneeling in the shower, her hands running over Jason’s body, while she probably sucked his cock dry.

I started noticing little details about her behaviour that I’d never paid attention to before. She spent more time in front of the mirror, adjusting her makeup or her clothes. She was more playful and teasing, as if she carried some secret excitement within her.

One evening, as she stood by the dresser, applying perfume, I couldn’t help but ask…

Me: Do you ever regret it?

She paused, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

Jane: Huh? Regret what?

Me: You know... anything you’ve done that you haven’t told me about.

For a moment, her expression faltered, but then she smiled.

Jane: You siao ah! You’re overthinking again.

But was I?

Over time, the line between suspicion and excitement blurred. I hated the idea of Jane being with another man, yet the thought of her being desired, caressed and fucked by other men lit an excitement in me. It was a strange feeling, like jealousy and arousal both fighting within me.

Even now, as I watched her texting on her phone, her lips curling into a smile, I couldn’t help but wonder. Was she planning another meeting to have sex with a man who wasn’t me?

The gym had always been Jane’s haven, a place where she could let off steam, tone her body, and indulge in a guilty pleasure, the thrill of subtle flirtation. She dressed the part too

Jane stepped into the gym wearing her light purple outfit. The sports bra hugged her chest perfectly, emphasizing her full, round breasts and pert nipples. The neckline dipped just low enough to be alluring, showing off a hint of cleavage, while the snug fit pushed her curves into a perfect shape. The high-waist leggings clung to her hips and thighs, and emphasized her camel toe and rode up her curvy ass. The fabric was thin but not see-through, fitting her toned legs and ass nicely.

A few men glanced her way, their eyes following after her, but she acted like she didn’t notice. Instead, she smirked to herself.

Jane started her workout with a brisk walk on the treadmill. Her hips swayed with each step and her tight leggings emphasized her round butt. One man on the treadmill beside her kept glancing over, his eyes changing between the console and Jane’s figure. She finally turned her head slightly, catching his gaze in the reflection of the mirror in front of them. She gave him a quick, playful smile before looking away, as though it had been unintentional.

After a while, she moved to the squat rack, positioning herself where she could be easily seen. As she set up the weights, Ivan, approached her.

Ivan: You’re looking strong today, Jane.

Jane glanced at him, her lips curving into a mischievous smile: Strong enough to give you a run for your money?

Ivan chuckled: Maybe. But let me help you with your form first.

Jane played along, letting Ivan guide her through the workout. When she bent down for her squats, she could feel his gaze on her, lingering a little too long. She didn’t mind; in fact, she relished it. After all, she knew Ivan would probably want to fuck her again after the workout.

Later, after the gym had mostly emptied out, Jane headed toward the locker rooms. As she passed Ivan, he caught her arm gently.

Ivan: Hey. You’re not done yet, are you?

Jane: What do you mean?

Ivan: I mean, we could... cool down together here…

The implication was clear, and Jane didn’t hesitate. She followed him toward the showers, her pulse quickening with every step.

The shower area was quiet and the faint sound of water dripping echoing through the tiled space. Ivan led her to a corner stall, closing the door behind them.

Jane stood there for a moment, her light purple outfit now slightly damp from the humidity, clinging even tighter to her body. Ivan reached out, his fingers trailing along the hem of her sports bra.

Ivan: You’ve been driving me crazy all night...

Before she could respond, his lips met hers. Jane felt a rush of excitement as she returned the kiss, her hands sliding up to his chest. Ivan’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her close, their bodies pressing together.

As they kissed, Ivan’s hands slid beneath her sports bra, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Jane let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch. He then reached down and cupped his hands on her round buttocks, before slowly caressing and squeezing her ass cheeks. He guided her backward until her back was against the cool tile wall, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.

Ivan then tugged at her leggings and pulled them down to reveal her bare skin and shaved pussy. Jane felt the cool air on her thighs and shivered. She was already soaking wet. Ivan stepped back for a moment and his eyes roamed over her exposed body.

Ivan quickly undressed and his toned body glistened in the wet shower. Jane’s eyes drifted downward, and again met the familiar cock that had violated her married pussy multiple times before. He stepped closer, lifting her effortlessly and pinning her against the wall. He took a moment to adjust his position, before entering my wife’s pussy raw in a single thrust.

Jane was fucked for the first time in the gym shower that day. Not just that, she was fucked raw again, something she grew to like as she could feel the cock head and the rubbery feel of the cock rubbing against her tight pussy walls. It felt so much better than a cock in condom. She was fucked in multiple standing positions next, and she completely submitted to Ivan’s desires. The session ended in Jane sucking him off, before swallowing his cum.

As they cleaned up afterward, Ivan leaned against the wall, watching Jane adjust her outfit.

Ivan: By the way, I’m not just a trainer here. I’m a co-owner. Got tell you before?

Jane froze for a moment: Sure anot?

Ivan said with a grin: Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.

Jane laughed softly: I didn’t know I was fucked by the boss…

Ivan: I’m just the co-owner. In fact, there’s another big boss. He’s looking at expanding the business. You saw him before too.

Jane: That big ang moh guy?

Ivan: Yup. He’s also very interested in you…

[seoultrain]

Welcome back. Great update. Can’t wait to hear more about Jane’s night with the boss.

[TheArtist]

Happy holidays bros and sis Glad to be back, though some updates are particularly difficult to pen down. Lots of emotions at play.

[Lee80]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

Happy holidays bros and sis Glad to be back, though some updates are particularly difficult to pen down. Lots of emotions at play.

Keep it coming

[basfreak]

Camping for more.

[hotsecksy6969]

Happy new year, please post more!

[2ndfunction]

Hope TS doesn't forget to continue his masterpiece

[Ranger1]

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Can become a storywriter bro

[TheArtist]

Boss

The evening was tense as Jane stepped into the grand dining room of the boss’s house. The space was posh, set with a long polished wooden table with elegant dinnerware, and dimmed lighting over the room. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, and a private chef moved silently in the background, ensuring everything was perfect before bidding the couple a good evening and left. Before Ivan dropped her off, he had reminded Jane again what she was there for – to live out one of her fantasies. Her willingness to oblige and submit to men sexually had elevated the pleasures she received when she got fucked, and she had grown to love it. Tonight, she would take her submissive nature to another level, she was to pleasure the boss with her body and submit to his every single request. She simply could not say “no”.

Jane sat across from the boss, her black mini tube dress hugged her figure, drawing his gaze repeatedly. His smile was commanding, and his eyes had a sense of authority and lust. He poured her a glass of wine.

Boss: You know, Jane, it’s not every day I get to dine with such a stunning woman. Tell me, does your husband know where you are tonight?

Jane: Ya, he knows I’m spending the evening with you.

Boss: Does he know what kind of evening I have in mind?

She hesitated, sipping her wine to steady herself. The boss leaned in slightly with a playful tone.

Boss: Don’t be shy. I’m sure you’ve told him about me, haven’t you? About how much I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.

Jane: I got mention you… a little.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the interplay.

Boss: Just a little? That doesn’t seem fair, considering how much I’ve been looking forward to tonight. I imagine he must be a very understanding man. Letting his wife spend the evening in another man’s house… alone.

His words lingered, intentionally stirring the air between them. Jane felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she met his gaze.

Jane: He trusts me lah. He knows I won’t be here if I am not comfortable.

Boss: Comfortable. I like that. But let’s not forget, I’m not exactly a man who settles for comfort. I prefer… indulgence. And tonight, Jane, I plan to indulge.

Her heart beat rapidly, as the meaning behind his words was clear. Still, she managed to calm herself, as she took another sip of wine.

Boss: Tell me, Jane, do you like this dress? Or did you choose it because you thought I would?

Jane: I chose it for tonight. I thought its nice and appropriate.

Boss: Appropriate? My dear, it’s more than that, it’s perfect. You’ve caught my attention all night. I’d almost feel guilty keeping you all to myself. But not quite.

The food looked exquisite, but the tension across the table made it difficult to focus. Jane had to catch her breath repeatedly, as managing the conversation with the boss and his impeccable command of English against her Singlish was a challenge. Not to mention the weight and connotations behind his words.

Boss: Do you ever wonder what it’s like, Jane? To truly let go? To give everything to someone who knows exactly what you need and how to give it to you?

Jane: I… I think trust is important for that.

Boss: Exactly. And trust is what tonight is all about. You trust me, don’t you?

His voice softened. Jane nodded slowly, her pulse quickening.

Boss: Good. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, let’s enjoy the food. We have the whole night ahead of us, and I don’t want to rush a single moment.

The atmosphere grew heavier as the conversation continued. With every word, the boss seemed to be testing her boundaries and reactions.

With dinner completed, the boss stood and offered Jane his hand. She hesitated briefly before taking it, feeling the firmness of his grip as he led her out of the dining room. They walked down a softly lit hallway that led to a door framed by intricate woodwork.

Boss: Let me show you something special. A little haven I like to retreat to after a good meal.

He pushed open the door to reveal a wine room that could rival any collector’s dreams. Shelves upon shelves of carefully curated bottles lined the walls, and the faint scent of oak filled the space. In the centre of the room, a small seating area was arranged with leather armchairs and a low table. A subtle glow from dim lighting illuminated the room, giving it a cozy feel.

Jane: Oh wow. I dunno anyone who can have a room just for wine.

Boss: Only the best for moments like this. Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

She settled into one of the chairs as he moved to a shelf, pulling out a bottle.

Boss: This one’s special. A vintage Bordeaux. Perfect for special occasions.

He expertly uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses, handing one to her before taking his seat across from her.

Boss: A toast to an unforgettable evening and good company.

Jane took a sip. The rich flavour spread across her tongue, and she found herself relaxing further, the wine softening her nerves.

Boss: You seem more at ease now. I was starting to wonder if I was too intimidating.

Jane: Huh? No lah, it’s ok.

Remembering what Ivan had trained her for… Jane: You just sounded… different. From other men. So much confidence.

Boss: Confidence comes naturally when you know what you want. And right now, I want to know more about you, Jane.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, his gaze steady and focused on her.

Boss: Tell me, does your husband know how sexy you look tonight?

Jane: He… knows I like to dress up.

Boss: And this is definitely the right occasion. You know, Jane, a dress like that deserves to be admired. It’s almost unfair that it’s just the two of us here.

She felt a warmth rise in her cheeks, the wine and his words combining to stir a confusing mix of emotions within her.

Jane: As long as you love it...

Boss: Clever. You’re full of surprises. But tell me, does he ever get jealous? Knowing you’re here, with me? Or with other men?

Jane: He trust me. He knows I won’t do anything I not comfortable with.

Boss: Trust is a beautiful thing. Rare, too. But tonight, Jane, it’s not just about trust. It’s about feeling free. Letting go of everything else, isnt it?

His words hung in the air, the meaning was heavy. She took another sip of wine. The boss had a way of making her feel appreciated, and drew her in with a combination of charm and confidence.

Boss: You’ve got this air about you, Jane. Elegance, beauty and sexy. And tonight, I plan to savour every moment of it.

As the conversation in the wine room grew more personal, Jane’s phone buzzed on the low table. She glanced at the screen and saw my name. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for it, briefly looking at the boss, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She stood up and quickly walked to the corner on the far side of the room, turning her back to the boss.

Jane: (picking up the call) Hi, dear.

Me: Hey, dear! Just wanted to check in and tell you about my day. How’s everything at home?

She hesitated, her eyes shot a glance toward the boss, who had leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine casually. Her mind raced for a response that would satisfy me without revealing where she was.

Jane: Oh, everything’s fine lah. Just relaxing after dinner lor.

Me: That’s good. You sound a bit different leh?

Jane, forcing a laugh: Yeah, just a bit. It’s a long day.

The boss, listening intently, raised his glass to her as if to toast her quick thinking. She gave him a faint, nervous smile before focusing back on the call.

Me: I miss you. Wish I could be there with you.

Jane’s chest tightened slightly at your words, and a slight sense of guilt crept in.

Jane: I miss you too. How’s everything there?

Me: Ok lah, KSL again, the hotel keeps looking older and older every year I come. I won’t keep you too long. I just wanted to check in. The Seoul Garden still there haha, not bad we all eat quite cheap. Miss you though…

Jane: (softly) That’s sweet. Thanks for calling.

Me: You sure everything’s okay?

As Jane spoke to me on the phone, her voice was steady but soft. The boss stood and walked toward her. His footsteps were unhurried.

Me: I miss you so much. It’s not the same without you, if you come you’ll like it, so cheap can eat so much hahaha.

Jane, softly: I miss you too.

The boss reached her and, without hesitation, placed his hands gently on her waist. Her body tensed at the unexpected touch, but she didn’t move away. As I continued to talk to Jane, he slowly pulled her close to his body. Jane swallowed hard, keeping her voice calm.

Me: You sure everything ok? You sound distracted…

Jane: I’m fine lah, just… really tired. It’s a long day.

The boss wrapped his arms around her from behind, his grip firm but not overpowering. She felt his breath near her ear, warm, as he leaned closer. One hand held on to her waist, while the other slowly reached down to lightly feel her buttocks. Her breath hitched, but she masked it with a quick cough.

Me: You’re sure hor.

Jane: Ya lah. Maybe I sleep early tonight.

As she spoke, the boss pressed his lips against her bare shoulder. It was enough to make her pulse quicken. She turned slightly, giving him a brief glance to protest, but his smirk showed no intention of stopping.

Me: Ok ok, let you go rest liao.

Jane: I will. Goodnight, love you.

Me: Love you too.

She ended the call and let her phone drop onto the small table beside her, her body still wrapped in the boss’s arms. She turned to face him fully, her cheeks flushed and her breathing slightly uneven.

Jane: That wasn’t fair.

Boss, grinning: Fairness wasn’t part of tonight’s arrangement. And you lied. You didn’t tell your husband about tonight, about us. About what you are going to do.

Jane: Well, what do you want to do, boss?

Boss, with a wide grin: I want to… do you… you need to be punished for being unfaithful to your husband…

Jane: So naughty, boss!

Boss: And perhaps tell me what you would love to do right now?

Jane swallowed hard: I want to…

[TheArtist]

Sore

Over the next few days after I returned from my boring company offsite trip, I noticed Jane seemed a little distant. One evening, I leaned in close to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck, she tensed slightly.

Jane, gently pushing my hands down: Not tonight…

Me: Huh, why not? Is everything okay?

She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. Jane: I’m just… sensitive right now. A bit sore la.

Me: Sensitive? Sore from what?

She avoided my gaze and kept herself busy by folding some clothes nearby.

Jane, brushing off my question: It’s nothing, hormones la… After a few days will ok one…

Her vague response left me puzzled, but I could sense something was not right. Something had happened when I was away. Was she sore from another meeting with Jason? Did she meet someone when I was away? That night, as I lay in bed beside her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her soreness. It was a dreadful and uneasy feeling.

After she ended the call with me on that Saturday night, Jane knelt on the thick rug in the boss’s wine room. She glanced up at him and he started to undress eagerly. Her heart skipped a beat when he lowered his boxers clumsily. His cock was hardened by this point, making it difficult for him to pull his boxers down. It was when his cock sprung loose that Jane saw just how large his manhood was. The size and length were intimidating, and it kept growing larger and harder. This would be the largest cock she had seen so far, larger than Gary’s or Ivan’s.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached forward, brushing her fingers along his cock for the first time. It was so thick and warm, and the veins along its surface skin was pulsing under her touch. She paused for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. His expression was demanding.

Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she marvelled at how much his shaft filled her hands. With both her hands wrapping his cock one behind another, his cock head still managed to protrude out of her grip. This has to be what people meant by AMDK, Jane thought to herself. His quiet groan was a confirmation that her touch was having an effect. She tightened her grip slightly, moving her hands slowly up and down, unsure but determined to please him. The smooth skin and solid weight of his cock felt foreign but strangely gave Jane an unexplainable thrill.

Boss: That’s good...

His hand rested lightly on the back of her head. His touch was firm.

Encouraged by his reaction, Jane leaned forward. She pressed her lips to the swollen head, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin. The sensation was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Her tongue stuck out to explore the cock head further, licking and planting wet kisses on the head. She could feel the boss taking in sharp intakes of breath.

As her lips parted to take him into her mouth, Jane felt the stretch immediately. His girth filled her in a way she hadn’t experienced before, and she had to adjust her angle to accommodate him. She started slowly, sliding just a portion of his cock past her lips while her hand stroked the base. His groan of pleasure spurred her on.

Boss: Take your time…

His hand then pressed gently against her head, urging her to go deeper.

Jane pushed herself to take more of his cock into her mouth, inch by inch. The weight of him on her tongue was heavy, and the sensation of him pressing against the back of her throat was overwhelming. She paused, steadying her breathing as she adjusted to the intrusion. The quiet encouragement in his voice and the tension in his body told her she was on the right track.

Her movements grew more confident as she found a rhythm. Her lips tightened around him as she pulled back, only to slide forward again, taking him slightly deeper each time. Her tongue worked along the underside, tracing the ridges and the sensitive underside of his cock head. The noises he made were low, guttural groans.

Boss muttered: Just like that… good girl… ooh…

Jane felt a strange thrill of submission as she let the boss’s hands guide her. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she leaned into his groin. She could feel the power in his legs as his hips began to move. The way he filled her mouth completely and the way his body responded to her efforts sent a wave of heat through her.

Her own arousal surprised her. She hadn’t expected to feel this way. She was excited, even proud of the effect she was having on him. She could feel the moistness between her legs, and her mind was barely registering anything beyond the moment.

When his hips bucked slightly, pressing him deeper into her throat, Jane fought the urge to pull away. She focused instead on relaxing her jaw and throat, trying not to retch too hard and letting him push his cock further down her throat. Her eyes watered from the effort, but the sound of his groan and the way his hand gripped her hair tighter made it worth it.

Jane could feel him throbbing against her tongue, the tell-tale sign that he was close to climax. She tightened her grip on his thighs and let him take control, his hips moving and thrusting against the back of her throat. Each thrust brought him deeper, with his length filling her completely as his breathing grew erratic. Despite her best efforts, she wasn’t able to deep throat him.

Finally, with a low groan, he stiffened. Jane felt the warm rush as he came hard into her mouth. The salty taste of his thick cum caught her off guard. She tried to swallow quickly, not wanting to hesitate or disappoint him. It was not easy with his thick cock still down her throat. He held her in place for a moment, his breathing was heavy as he rode out the waves of his climax.

When he finally relaxed, his hand loosened its grip in her hair. Jane pulled back slowly, her lips were warm and swollen and her breathing unsteady. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glancing up at him for reassurance. His expression was one of pure satisfaction, a smug smile spreading across his face as he looked down at her.

Boss: You did well.

He extended a hand to help her to her feet. Jane’s cheeks flushed as she stood, her legs slightly unsteady beneath her. The weight of what she had just done settled over her, which was a mix of pride and shame, swirling inside her. She avoided his gaze, unsure of how to process the flood of emotions. As she should. For a man she only knew moments ago, she had already knelt before him, sucked on his raw cock with her mouth and swallowed his huge load of warm cum without hesitation. Yet, as he pulled her closer, she couldn’t deny the thrill that lingered in her chest.

As Jane stood before the boss, adjusting the hem of her tight black tube dress, she felt his gaze roam over her body. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel both exposed and alluring. She knew she’d chosen it intentionally and the lack of underwear added an extra thrill of vulnerability. Her nipples were hardened at this point and clearly visible under the tight fabric.

His hand reached out and his fingers ran along the edge of the dress where it clung to her thighs. The touch was light at first, almost teasing, but it sent a shiver up her spine.

Jane held her breath as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against the bare skin of her Inner thigh.

Boss: No panties? I like that.

His other hand came to rest on her hip, pulling her closer. She felt the warmth of his palm through the thin material, with his fingers digging in slightly into her flesh.

Jane gasped softly when his hand travelled upward, cupping her waist and then gliding along her ribs. The friction of the dress against her skin heightened every sensation. His touch wasn’t rushed. It was confident and unhurried, as though he were savouring every inch of her.

He stepped behind her, his chest pressing against her back as his hands explored further. One hand slid down to the curve of her round butt, squeezing gently through the fabric. The other trailed upward, brushing over her stomach before moving to the swell of her breasts. Jane’s breath stopped as his fingers found the top of the dress, tugging it down slightly to expose more of her cleavage.

Boss whispered: You’re so firm but soft.

His lips brushed against her neck, sending a wave of heat through her. His hand slipped down the fabric, fully cupping her right breast. The warmth of his palm against her bare skin made her gasp again, and her body instinctively pressed closer to him.

He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple in slow strokes. Her body reacted immediately and her nipples hardened further under his touch. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips.

Boss: You like that, don’t you?

His hand moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. The dress slid lower as he fondled her, exposing more of her skin to his touch. His fingers kneaded and caressed her breasts expertly, leaving her breathless.

Jane’s head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck again, kissing and nibbling along her sensitive skin. His hands continued their exploration, one slipping back down to her bare thigh while the other lingered on her now exposed chest. He squeezed her thigh firmly and his fingers inched toward her inner leg.

Boss grinned: You’re perfect…

His hand slid higher, brushing against the moisture between her legs. Jane’s breath hitched, her knees feeling weak under his touch. His fingers teased her, tracing the folds of her vagina without reaching in, which left her desperate for more.

Jane turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered: Please…

Boss smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. His hand on her breasts gave a final squeeze before moving to her chin, tilting her face toward him.

Boss: You’re so responsive, I want to touch you all night…

Jane shivered at his words, as her body responded to every movement of his hands. His hands roamed freely over her skin, caressing her thighs, squeezing her hips, and kneading her breasts. Each touch left her craving more, her body arching into his hands as if begging him to continue.

He stepped back slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he turned her to face him. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her dishevelled dress and flushed skin.

Boss: You’re even more beautiful than I imagined!

Jane felt a mix of embarrassment and pride at his words. She stood before him, vulnerable yet exhilarated, as his hands continued to explore her body. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it made her feel desired in a way she hadn’t felt.

Jane’s breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling as she stood before him, trembling under his touch. The thin black dress was now bunched around her waist, leaving her breasts and shaved pussy fully exposed. She bit her lower lip, looking up at him through her lashes. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of submission and mischief.

Jane whispered: I want to make you happy, boss.

The words were deliberate, and intended to stir the boss’s arousal. Ivan’s lessons echoed in her mind as she let the words roll off her tongue. She was surprised herself she said that, but her own perverted sense of desire seemed to have taken over her senses.

Jane: You can… use me… however you want, boss…

Her boss’s expression darkened with desire, his jaw tightening as his hands gripped her waist more firmly. Jane reached for his hands, guiding them back up to her breasts.

Jane: You like my breasts, boss?

She arched her back slightly, pressing herself into his palms, her nipples were stiff against his warm skin.

The boss was delighted and began squeezing her soft, full breasts again. Jane gasped at his firm grip, which sent a thrill through her.

Jane: I want to be good for you, boss. Tell me what you want, I do it for you...

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Boss: Anything?

She nodded, her cheeks flushing as she whispered: Anything you want boss…

The boss’s lips curled into a wicked smile.

Boss: Then beg me.

Jane’s breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate, again surprising herself.

Jane, with her voice trembling with both nervousness and desire: I want you, boss… I’m your woman tonight, you can do whatever you want with my body…

The boldness of her words seemed to ignite something within him. His hands roamed her body with renewed intensity, caressing and squeezing her in ways that left her gasping.

Boss: Good girl!

Jane felt a surge of pride at his praise, and her body responded eagerly to his touch. She leaned into him, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered: I want to make you feel so good you’ll never forget me, boss…

The boss’s hand slid down her back, resting just above the curve of her buttocks. His other hand remained on her waist, steadying her as he leaned in to press his lips against her neck. Jane gasped at the heat of his breath against her skin, tilting her head to give him better access. His lips were soft but commanding, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive spots that sent shivers through her body.

Jane’s heart beat rapidly, her knees feeling weak as his hands began to roam more boldly. His hands now sliding lower to cup her bare buttocks. His fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing firmly as he pulled her butt cheeks apart. Jane let out a soft moan, her body pressing eagerly into his. The hardness she felt against her stomach sent a jolt of arousal through her, and she instinctively rolled her hips, craving more contact.

The boss groaned softly, his hands moving to her thighs and lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the nearby desk. The sudden movement made her gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself between them. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher until it bunched completely around her waist.

Boss: Look at you! Your pussy looks absolutely stunning.

Jane’s cheeks flushed under his intense gaze, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she leaned back slightly, supporting herself on her hands as she let him take in her raw, exposed pussy in full view.

Jane: Boss… I’m all yours tonight… you can do whatever you want…

Her bold declaration seemed to snap the last thread of his restraint. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that left her breathless. His hands roamed freely over her body, caressing and squeezing her breasts rudely.

Shortly after, the boss’s hand slid lower, along the curve of her stomach before dipping between her thighs. Jane’s breath hitched as his fingers explored her pussy. Jane’s hands gripped the edge of the desk as he slipped a finger inside her, and the sensation made her moan. Her body tightened around him, her hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he began to move.

Jane whispered: “Oh god, boss…

Her boss watched her closely, his eyes darkened with hunger as he added another finger, stretching her pussy which made her moan louder.

Boss: That’s it. Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.

Jane didn’t hold back, her soft cries filling the room as his fingers worked her pussy with expert precision. She could feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling tighter with each movement of his hand.

Jane: Boss... Please… don’t stop.

The boss smirked, clearly pleased with her reaction.

Boss: I’m not stopping until you come for me.

His words sent her over the edge, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Jane cried out, her nails digging into the desk as she rode out her orgasm, which left her body trembling under his touch.

As the sensations began to fade, she looked at him, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing unsteady. The boss leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he smiled.

Boss: You’re incredible. But I’m not done with you yet.

Jane shivered at his words, anticipation coursing through her as she realized the night was far from over.

Jane’s body trembled as the waves of pleasure subsided. Her thighs glistened from the aftermath of her climax, her juices pooling slightly on the desk beneath her. Her boss looked down at her with a mix of pride and awe, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

Boss: You made quite the mess, Jane, I didn’t know you could squirt like that.

Jane’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, both embarrassed and thrilled by his words.

Jane: All your fault, boss...You make me feel so good ..

He chuckled, standing tall and extending a hand to help her off the desk.

Boss: Come with me. Let’s clean you up properly.

Jane took his hand, her legs still wobbly from her release as he guided her toward the en-suite bathroom. The spacious, luxurious room was illuminated with soft, ambient lighting, and the large glass-enclosed shower stood at the centre. Her boss turned on the water, letting it warm up as steam began to fill the room.

He turned back to her, his hands resting on her hips as he looked her up and down.

Boss: Take off the dress. I want to see every inch of you.

Jane nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the fabric bunched around her waist. She pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him. Her heart raced as his eyes roamed her body, the hunger in his gaze making her feel both vulnerable and incredibly desired.

Boss: You’re stunning. I could spend all night admiring you.

Jane felt a surge of confidence at his words, her lips curling into a playful smile: You don’t just have to admire, boss… You can touch…

The boss didn’t need further encouragement. His hands slid down onto her body, lingering on her breasts before moving to her waist and hips. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Jane melted into him as she stuck out her tongue to engage his in a wet french kiss. Her hands ran over his chest and shoulders, tugging at his shirt to remove it.

As soon as he was undressed, he led her into the shower, and the warm water cascaded over their bodies. Jane jumped a little at the sensation, the heat relaxing her muscles and heightening her sensitivity. The boss grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it in his hands before running them over her shoulders and back. His touch was firm but gentle, and his hands explored the curve of her body as he cleaned her. He then turned her around, pressing her back against the cool tiles as his hands continued their exploration. The contrast between the warm water and the cold surface sent shivers through her, making her gasp as he cupped her breasts and rubbed them hard under the soapy water.

Jane moaned softly, her hands gripping his arms as he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. The sensation made her arch her back, pressing herself closer to him.

Jane: I want to make you feel good too, boss. Tell me what you want.

The boss pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers.

Boss: I want to feel you. I want to see if you can squirt for me again …

The boldness of his words made Jane’s breath hitch, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her.

Jane: Boss, you so naughty… I do my best for you k… But you have to help me…

[Nitrolicious]

Long awaited update! Very well written!
Looking forward to see how the gym boss ravage TS wife.

[Ventus91]

Long awaited update solid la TS

[kellach]

Nice update, cant wait for more

[USDollarTioGan]

Fantastic story TS. Support!