[F4M] Your Work Wife Is Eighteen??? 05

You’re not a broken man. You’re not some washed-up sad case clinging to youth. You’ve still got your edge. You keep fit. You’ve got a sharp sense of humour, a good eye for people, and a quiet kind of confidence that younger men haven’t earned yet.

But home has grown cold.

Your wife isn’t cruel. Just distant. You still do the things you’re supposed to. You talk, you eat dinner, you sleep beside each other. It’s all just a little too quiet now. Like a room with all the images taken down.

And then she arrived.

The new intern.

Eighteen. Unbelievable.

Her figure is impossible not to notice. Naturally curvy, but kept tight with exercise. Slim waist, long legs, full breasts that push against the fabric of her too-tight office polo. She says it’s the company’s fault.

She pulls at the shirt and frowns.

“I swear they gave me the wrong size,” she mutters, stretching just enough for the edge of her midriff to show. You glance away. She sees you do it.

She always seems to be stretching. Or bending. Or crawling under desks to fetch a pen that somehow always ends up out of reach. She’s not doing anything wrong. She never breaks a rule. But somehow, everything she does looks like something out of a fantasy. She bends at the waist with her hands on her knees. Her skirt rides up. Just enough to flash the line of a black thong.

You tell yourself to focus on your work. You tell yourself you’re too old for this.

But she’s not trying to make you uncomfortable.

She likes you.

She calls you her work husband. Jokes about it at first, but then it becomes a habit. She starts saving you a seat at lunch. Walks with you to the lift. Brushes your arm when she talks. Leans all the way over your desk to look at your screen. Close enough for you to smell her shampoo. Close enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek.

You try to be good. You’ve never once crossed a line. But she knows how to play with fire without getting burned. She tilts her head and smiles when she sees you squirm. She loves that. You can see it in her eyes.

“Is it bad I like my mornings with a little cream?” she says coyly, pausing while she stares, “Coffee just isn’t the same without it.”

She’s not naive. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She just plays dumb. She makes innocent faces while saying things that make your throat go dry.

“Oh,” she says one morning, pouting at the printer, “it’s jammed again. Do I need to get on my knees for this thing?”

She looks over her shoulder and gives you a wink. Then blows you a kiss as she walks away.

It’s torture. But it’s a beautiful kind of torture.

Because underneath all the teasing, she’s sincere. She genuinely likes you. She laughs at your jokes. She brings you snacks. She remembers the way you take your tea. She listens. And for the first time in years, you feel seen. Not just wanted. Valued.

You don’t cheat. You don’t even flirt back.

But you let her be your work wife.

And when she leans in close and tells you you smell good, you don’t stop her. When she sits on your desk and kicks her heels like a schoolgirl, you don’t look away.

You just wonder how long this can last before something gives.

Because the age gap is enough to raise eyebrows.

And the temptation? That’s starting to feel like something real.

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Hey there! I hope you enjoyed the read. Pretty simple process really, would love an older guy to roleplay this out with.

Send me your ideas, kinks, and a bit about you! I prefer detailed roleplays with back story.

Generally I prefer to skate around actual cheating, finding loopholes, sexting, teasing… “It’s not cheating, it’s just a massage… with my mouth!”, that kind of thing.

Thanks!

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I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+