My sexless life continued. Our first sexual encounter of the year didn’t happen until May. This situation left me feeling increasingly frustrated and sexually unsatisfied. However, an unexpected turning point came one day.
In September, out of the blue, the department head at my delivery destination asked for my phone number. He was 35, a young, successful man with an attractive smile. His eyes were sharp but carried a sense of kindness. I was 43, known in the neighborhood as a slender woman with beautiful breasts and an elegant demeanor. At first, I laughed it off, but my heart pounded like a teenager’s, and I felt as if I had fallen in love.
One day, while chatting during a delivery, he suddenly hugged me from behind. In that moment, my rationality flew out the window, and I was completely swept away. Before I knew it, I had handed him a business card with my phone number on it. He called me that very day, but I avoided meeting him alone.
Eventually, I gave in and agreed to go to his office. As soon as I arrived, he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. His lips on mine made my whole body tremble. Enchanted by his words, I didn’t resist as he gently pushed me down.
“It’s not safe to do this here…” My mind was filled with anxiety about getting caught. Sensing my hesitation, he asked while undressing me, “Should we stop here, or should I lock the door?”
The fear of being discovered was stronger, so I asked him to lock the door. Once we were in a locked room, he began to seriously caress my body. His passionate kisses felt like he was trying to suck the life out of me, and I eagerly swallowed his saliva. When he gently nibbled my nipples, I was desperate for sex.
As his hand moved into my underwear, I resisted. I was embarrassed to show how aroused I was. Holding my hands down, he slipped his hand into my underwear. “You’re incredibly sensitive,” he said as he pinched my clitoris and teased my anus with his fingers.
By then, I was dripping with arousal, willingly performing fellatio on him. When I took his hard member into my mouth, its warmth and size sent shivers through my body. Feeling him grow harder and larger, my body burned with desire. “I can’t take it anymore…” I thought as I mounted him. The sensation of him inside me as I rode him was overwhelming, enveloping me in waves of pleasure.
He held my hips firmly, moving in rhythm with me. Each thrust of his member made my entire body shiver and my breathing heavy. I placed my hands on his chest, looking into his eyes as I surrendered to the pleasure.
“Harder… more…” I moaned, and he moved even more vigorously. With every thrust, I neared climax. His hands on my breasts heightened my excitement, making my whole body even more sensitive. As he teased my nipples, my body trembled with intense sensations.
I continued to move my hips in sync with his powerful thrusts. His member reached deep inside me, and I was completely lost in the pleasure. His hot breath against my ear made my body heat up even more.
In that moment, we reached climax together. His member throbbed inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Panting, I looked into his eyes, which were filled with satisfaction and affection.
“Thank you…” I whispered. He gently embraced me, and we held each other for a while. In that moment, I felt truly alive.
Having been neglected by my husband, I felt like I had reclaimed the part of me that was a woman. In that instant, I realized I was eagerly awaiting our next encounter. The memory of that night etched itself deeply into my heart, igniting the flames of forbidden love.