Forbidden Affair Erotic Story: Cheating Wife’s Secret Night with the Boss par Part 2

PART -2 Cheating Wife Boss Affair

Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The entire next day dragged. Every email, every meeting, her mind wandered back to Ethan’s hands. His voice. The way he made her body explode on that desk. Guilt gnawed at her. But the ache between her legs was stronger.She told herself she wouldn’t go.
She showered twice. Changed outfits three times. Yet at 8 PM, she found herself in a black cab heading to Manhattan. Wearing the red lace lingerie set she’d bought years ago and never worn for David. A short black dress over it. Heels that clicked with every nervous step.Ethan’s penthouse was on the 42nd floor.
Floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkling below like fallen stars. The door opened before she knocked. Ethan stood there in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, top two buttons undone. His eyes darkened the second he saw her.“You came,” he said, voice low and rough.
Sophia swallowed. “I shouldn’t have.”He stepped aside. Let her in.
The door clicked shut behind her. Locked.
No turning back now.

Tension in the Air

He didn’t rush her.
Instead, he poured two glasses of red wine. Handed her one.
They stood by the window. Manhattan sprawled beneath them.
“You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you?” he asked.Sophia took a sip. The wine warmed her throat.
“Yes,” she admitted quietly.
“Tell me what you thought about.”Her cheeks burned.
“Your fingers inside me. Your mouth on my neck. The way you called me… naughty wife.”Ethan smiled. Dark. Hungry.
“Good girl. That’s exactly what you are tonight.”He set his glass down. Took hers too.
Then he closed the distance.
His hand cupped her jaw. Tilted her face up.
He kissed her slowly this time. Deep. Possessive.
Sophia melted into it. Her hands slid up his chest.

Clothes Start to Fall

Ethan broke the kiss.
“Look at me,” he commanded.She did.
His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress.
Slow. Deliberate.
The fabric slid down her shoulders. Pooled at her feet.
She stood there in red lace bra and panties. Thigh-high stockings.
Exposed. Vulnerable.
And incredibly wet.“Fuck,” Ethan breathed.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”He traced a finger down her collarbone. Between her breasts. Over her stomach.
Stopped just above the lace.
Sophia’s breath hitched.“Tell me what you want,” he said.
His voice was velvet and steel.“I want…” She hesitated. Then whispered, “I want you to take me. Like I’ve never been taken before.”

On the Edge of Surrender

Ethan lifted her easily.
Carried her to the massive leather couch facing the city.
Set her down. Kneeled between her legs.
His hands spread her thighs.
He kissed the inside of one. Then the other.
Higher.
Teasing.
Never quite reaching where she needed him.Sophia whimpered.
“Please…”He hooked his fingers in her panties.
Pulled them down slowly.
Tossed them aside.
Then he looked up at her.
Eyes burning.“You’re dripping for your boss, Sophia. For a man who isn’t your husband.”The words hit her like a spark.
Guilt. Shame. Excitement.
All mixed together.“Yes,” she moaned.
“I’m so wet for you.”Ethan leaned in.
His tongue flicked over her clit once.
Just once.
Sophia’s hips bucked.He held her thighs down.
Then he devoured her.
Slow licks.
Circles.
Sucking gently.
Then harder.
Fingers sliding inside her.
Two. Then three.
Pumping in rhythm with his tongue.Sophia’s hands gripped his hair.
Her back arched.
“Oh god… Ethan… don’t stop…”She came hard.
Shuddering.
Crying out.
Waves crashing over her again and again.

After the First Wave

Ethan rose.
Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Smiled down at her.
“That was just the appetizer.”He unbuttoned his shirt.
Let it fall.
His body was sculpted. Hard lines.
A trail of dark hair leading down.Sophia reached for his belt.
Her fingers trembled.
She undid it.
Pulled his pants down.
He sprang free.
Thick. Hard.
Ready.She wrapped her hand around him.
Stroked slowly.
Ethan groaned.
“Careful, baby. I want to last.”He pulled her up.
Led her to the bedroom.
King-sized bed.
City lights pouring in.He laid her down.
Climbed over her.
Kissed her deeply.
She could taste herself on his tongue.“Last chance,” he whispered against her lips.
“Say the word and I stop.”Sophia looked into his eyes.
Then she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Pulled him closer.“Fuck me, Ethan,” she breathed.
“Make me forget I’m married.”

be continued… (Cliffhanger set – Part 3 mein full intense penetration, multiple positions, dirty talk, aur emotional aftermath.)