Previous Part: Driver Seduces His Boss’s Wife – Part 2
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One Sunday, after a workout, I got a call from my Boss. He told me he’d meet a new client and ask if I could drop his parents off at the temple and then take some time. I went to my room to get ready, still thinking about Minu, when I heard her calling my name.
I stepped out of the bathroom, still damp and wrapped in only a towel. When I turned, there she was. Her eyes travelled over me slowly, from head to toe. When she met my gaze, she gave a shy smile that sent a rush of heat through me.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my pulse was racing. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flitting back to my chest before she spoke. “I was looking for the file you brought home last night. Your Boss called me to keep that file safe.”
I turned to search for it, but I could feel her watching me, the weight of her gaze palpable. When I finally found the file, I walked over to her and stood before her, gazing at her. Standing so close, I could see the quick rise and fall of her chest and hear the subtle catch in her breath.
She took the file from my hand, but her fingers brushed mine, lingering a little longer than necessary. Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something. But instead, we stood there, caught in a moment neither of us had thought of nor seemed willing to break.
Heavy and charged silence hung between us, and before I could think twice, I stepped closer. Her eyes locked onto mine, no longer hiding the desire simmering just beneath the surface. The boundaries between us felt fragile, ready to be crossed at any second.
My hand lifted, almost instinctively, grazing her arm, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through me. She didn’t pull away or even flinch. Her body seemed to lean into mine, ever so slightly, as though she had been waiting for this, just as I had.
Time seemed to slow. At that moment, there was nothing but the quiet hum of attraction, the closeness between us growing, pulling us into a space we had been tiptoeing around for too long. Then, with the smallest shift, I leaned in slowly, my lips inching toward hers.
Madam hesitated for a moment, but our faces were already so close. Finally, I closed the gap, pressing my lips against hers in a slow, passionate kiss. Madam seemed lost, but she pulled away, and guilt washed over her face. She was aware of the consequences.
She was torn between her loyalty to her husband and her passion for me. But once that line was crossed, there was no going back. The file fell from her hand, and she became aware of what she was doing by the sound. Despite pulling away, Madam stepped away to retrieve the file she had originally come for.
There was an awkward silence as she tried to avoid my gaze, her emotions in confusion. But as she picked up the file and turned back toward the door, she hesitated. Her feelings overpowered her sense of duty. She knew she wanted to stay but didn’t know how to express it.
Sensing her inner conflict, I approached her from behind, gently placing my hand on her shoulder. Madam turned to face me, and I kissed her again, more forcefully this time, sensing her weakening resolve. I was so into the sensuality of the kiss.
Our lips pressed harder, the sound of our breath intensifying. Madam and my lips meet for the second time. The kiss becomes more intense, a passionate expression of our suppressed emotions. My hand gently cups Madam’s face, pulling her closer.
Her lips part as our kiss deepens, our tongues intertwining slowly, sensually. Our lips highlighted the intensity of our connection. Madam, initially tentative, begins to respond more eagerly. Her hands, once clenched at her side, now move to my chest, feeling the firmness of my body.
Our breathing became heavier, more rapid, as the kiss prolonged. My hands started to roam her back, and the kiss became more tactile. Each touch, each caress, is deliberate, building the sensual tension between us. Our faces flushed with desire, eyes closed, completely lost in the moment.
With the heat rising, my hands slide to the back of Madam’s nighty dress, and my fingers find her nighty zipper. I slowly pulled it down, the sound of the zipper punctuating the silence between our heavy breathing. Madam’s bare back is revealed as the dress slips off her shoulders, exposing her skin to my touch.
I took my time, letting my fingers trail lightly across her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She was wearing a bra underneath. Madam shivered under my touch, her body responding involuntarily. The anticipation built as I slowly pushed the straps of her dress further down her arms.
It slid to her waist, revealing more of her upper body, standing only in a black bra over her milky white skin. Madam sighs softly, her eyes still closed, immersed in the moment. As I continued to undress her, Madam’s hands became more active.
Her hands glide across my bare skin, feeling the warmth of my body. Every movement was slow and deliberate as if we were savouring each second. The moment is not just about physical passion but also about our emotional connection.
The way we touch each other speaks volumes about our longing and desire, making the moment more intense. I leaned in to kiss her neck, my lips brushing lightly against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Madam tilts her head back, giving me full access as he trails soft kisses down to her collarbone.
As I continued to explore her body with my lips, my hands began to move lower. My fingers trace the outline of her hips before slowly sliding up her thigh. I lifted the hem of her nighty. My hand slipped underneath it, caressing her leg in a slow, sensual manner.
Madam’s breath hitches as my touch becomes more intimate. My fingers moved higher, exploring her inner thigh. The slow, deliberate movements of my hands heighten the sense of anticipation and desire. Madam gasps softly as my fingers move closer to her private areas over her panty.
Her body responds instinctively, arching slightly toward me as she loses herself in the moment. Madam, overwhelmed by her desire, lets her guard down completely. Her body language changes from hesitant to open completely, and she leans into my touch.
She lets out soft, breathy moans as I continue to kiss and caress her. My hands are now fully exploring her body. The slow, intimate touches make the moment feel even more intense. Madam was now fully in control. I gently lifted Madam onto my bed, positioning her so that I could explore her body more freely.
I pushed her nighty further up, exposing her legs completely, only in panty between her thighs. My hands continue our slow, deliberate movements, caressing her thighs and hips, heightening the sensuality. My lips find our way back to Madam’s, and we share another deep, passionate kiss.
My hands continue to roam her body, exploring every inch. Madam wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as our bodies press together. Our breath becomes heavier. Our movements were more urgent as we lost ourselves in the moment’s heat.
Our intertwined bodies, our faces, and our expressions of pleasure all were captured on the wall of my room. It remains sensual and intimate, emphasizing our emotional connection as much as our physical passion. My hands now move to remove the rest of Madam’s dress.
I slipped it completely off her body and exposed her to me. I take a moment to admire her, my eyes lingering on her face, hands, and body, emphasizing the intensity of our connection. Madam, now fully vulnerable, let me take control. I moved my hands up her body, caressing her waist and her stomach.
Finally reaching her chest. The slow, sensual movements of my hands, each touch filled with longing and desire. Madam’s breath catches in her throat, her body responding instinctively to my touch. As the moment builds, our bodies move together in perfect synchronization.
Our hands exploring, our lips meeting in a series of passionate kisses. I lower my head after I slide her nightly higher from her tummy. I begin kissing her exposed skin, starting at her waist. My lips trail along her stomach, pressing soft, slow kisses.
My gentle, deliberate movements as my lips graze her skin. Each kiss feels more intimate, more charged. Madam gasps softly, her body responding to every touch. Madam’s breath quickens, but so does her sense of guilt. Her hands hover over my head as if unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.
Her face showed her inner desire and lust overtaking her. Her eyes were half-closed in pleasure but with a furrowed brow, signalling the struggle between her mind and heart. As I move back toward her lips, Madam’s voice trembles as she softly speaks, “It’s not right, I … this isn’t right.”
Her words are barely above a whisper, her voice shaky with both guilt and desire. But I, fully aware of her internal conflict, pressed on, moving closer. My lips graze her neck as I whisper, “You want this, Madam, you feel it too.” My voice is low and seductive, sending shivers down her spine.
Madam shakes her head, her voice growing slightly louder, “I’m married… this is wrong… I can’t…” But even as she says these words, her body betrays her. Instead of pushing me away, her hands lightly grasp my shoulders, holding onto me as if she can’t let go.
I, sensing her resistance weakening, reach for her hands. Gently but firmly grasping her hand and holding it above her head, pinning us to the bed. Madam gasps at the gesture, her breath catching as she feels the moment’s vulnerability.
I look into her eyes with an intensity that makes it clear I am not letting her go yet. “Madam,” I say softly, my face inches from hers. “Stop fighting. You know you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”
Madam’s breathing is shallow, her eyes flickering between my lips and my gaze. “It’s not right, I …” she whispers again, her voice filled with doubt and desire. “I’m married… I shouldn’t.” But even as she speaks, her body arches slightly toward me, betraying her words.
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