[F4M] Fucking you in front of your wife… but not like that

It hadn’t been a whirlwind affair. We hadn’t been sneaking around on your wife or taking advantage of break room trysts. Our romance had been slow, and it had developed even slower.

I reported to you directly in the workplace. You were a feared leader, strict, but fair. Everyone knew that those under you would thrive… or you’d terminate their employment before they had a chance to fuck up.

From your team, I was one who had risen to the top of the crop. I was a relied on advisor, a trusted rule follower, and I always got my work done. All of those reasons are what led you to that night.

“Ashley, dinner?” You had asked me in passing. Your tone was more of an assumption that I would agree than a request. I nodded as you headed out to your next meeting, quickly texting my boyfriend to let him know that I had plans for the evening.

We rode in your car, a sleek new series BMW, as you navigated us to your favorite restaurant downtown. We were both dressed for work, not a night out. My slacks and blouse clashed slightly with the women in the restaurant dressed to the nines.

“Ashley, I know you’ve probably felt that same feeling that I have these past few months and I want to invite you to be my mistress,” you invited as we ate and drank. I had felt my cheeks blush, started to shake my head before you grasped my hand.

“I want you to do the things that my wife won’t,” you explained. Your firm grasp on my hand sent shivers through me.

“Okay, like what?” I asked, our hands turning to be a more mutual grasp than a “you holding me”.

Your white teeth shined from a crack in your lips as your face broke into a smile. “Have you ever heard of financial domination or pegging?”

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Who is going to be my big strict boss? Who is ready to be brought to their knees by the mean, mean mistress that they requested? Who is ready to turn that company credit card into my personal spending account, and your ass into my sex toy?

Bring your dirtiest ideas. I know you have them.