Forbidden Affair Erotic Story: Cheating Wife’s Secret Night with the Boss par Part 4

Forbidden Affair: Cheating Wife Boss Affair – Erotic Story Part 4
The Morning After & The Addictio

Sophia woke to sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows.
Her body ached in the best way—sore muscles, tender skin from slaps and grips, and a delicious fullness between her legs that reminded her of every brutal thrust.
Ethan was already up.
Shirtless, coffee in hand, leaning against the kitchen island.
Watching her.“Morning, slut,” he said casually.
The word still sent a shiver through her.
Sophia pulled the sheet higher, suddenly aware of her nakedness in daylight.
Guilt crashed in like cold water.“What time is it?” she asked, voice hoarse from last night’s screams.“Almost noon. You slept like the well-fucked wife you are.”
He smirked.
“Coffee?”She nodded.
Tried to sit up. Winced.
Ethan noticed.
Walked over.
Handed her the mug.
Then sat on the edge of the bed.
His hand slid under the sheet, resting possessively on her thigh.“You regret it?” he asked, tone almost gentle.Sophia stared into her coffee.
“I should. David’s coming home tonight. I have to pretend nothing happened. Act normal. Kiss him. Let him touch me.”
Her voice cracked.
“But… I don’t regret it. Not even a little.”Ethan’s fingers tightened on her thigh.
“Good. Because last night wasn’t a one-time thing.”She looked up.
Eyes wide.
“What do you mean?”He leaned in.
Kissed her slow. Deep.
Tasted like coffee and sin.“I mean you’re mine now,” he whispered against her lips.
“Whenever I want. Wherever I want. Office desk. My car. This bed. You’ll spread those legs for your boss like the obedient little cheating whore you’ve become.”Sophia’s breath hitched.
Heat pooled low in her belly again.
She should say no.
Push him away.
Run home to David.Instead, she set the coffee down.
Climbed into his lap.
Straddled him.
The sheet fell away.“Then take me again,” she breathed.
“Before I have to go back to pretending.”Ethan growled.
Flipped her onto her back in one swift move.
Pinned her wrists above her head.“You don’t get to make demands, slut.”
But he was already hard.
Already pressing against her.
He thrust in without warning.
Deep. Rough.
Morning sex—raw, urgent, no buildup.“Fuck… still so tight after last night,” he groaned.
“David’s never going to fill you like this.”Sophia moaned.
Arched into him.
“Harder… please… make it hurt so good…”He obliged.
Pounded into her relentlessly.
One hand around her throat again.
The other pinching her nipples until she cried out.“Come for me one last time,” he commanded.
“Come thinking about how you’ll go home with my cum still dripping out of you. How you’ll kiss your husband with my taste on your tongue.”The filthy words pushed her over.
She shattered around him.
Clenching.
Shuddering.
Screaming his name.Ethan followed seconds later.
Buried deep.
Filling her again.
Marking her inside.They lay there panting.
Sweaty.
Spent.After a long moment, Ethan rolled off.
Kissed her forehead.
Soft now.“Get dressed. Go home. Act normal.”
He paused.
“But tomorrow at the office… wear the red lingerie again. No panties. I want easy access.”Sophia nodded.
Weak smile.
“Yes, sir.”She dressed slowly.
Legs shaky.
Cum still leaking down her thigh as she left the penthouse.In the elevator, she looked at her reflection.
Disheveled hair.
Bruised lips.
Glowing skin.She looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked.
And she loved it.As the doors opened to the lobby, her phone buzzed.
David’s text:
“Home in 2 hours, babe. Missed you. Can’t wait to see you ”Sophia stared at the message.
Then typed back:
“Missed you too. See you soon.”She hit send.
Slipped the phone into her purse.
And walked out into the bright New York morning.The cheating wife boss affair had only just begun. The End