The Secret Affair :

The Secret Affair


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I am a 32-year-old single office worker. I work as an executive secretary. The executive is 51 years old. We have been in an affair for a while now. We became a man and a woman 10 years ago. Since then, we have been intimate 3 to 4 times a week. We often do it at my place or a hotel, but he also enjoys the thrill of doing it outside, so we often do it outdoors or at the office. Last Friday, I accompanied him on a business trip. We returned to the office at 10 PM. Some people from the sales department were working overtime, but everyone else had left. The executive entered his office, and I served tea. He then invited me to the window, saying, "The night view is beautiful." When I went to the window, he kissed me. When I said, "This is the office," he replied, "There's no one here," and started a deep kiss while lowering his hand to my chest. I was so intensely touched that I couldn't help but let out a sound. He quickly undressed me, leaving me topless. The kisses moved lower, and he removed my skirt, slipping his fingers inside my panties. His skillful fingers quickly made me wet, and I touched his erection over his clothes. He was already hard. I removed his slacks and boxers and took his erect member into my mouth. I wanted his large, hard member so badly that I asked him to enter me. He removed my panties and entered me from behind by the large window. It felt so good that I couldn't help but moan loudly, wondering if the whole office could hear. Afterward, he suggested, "Shall we do it on the rooftop?" We've done it on the rooftop several times, but only a few times at night. In the mood, I agreed. Without underwear, wearing only a skirt and blouse, I headed to the rooftop. The breeze felt cool, and my nipples were erect from rubbing against the blouse. My large breasts were bouncing, and the thin blouse made them visible. On the way to the rooftop, I passed an employee who had finished overtime. In the bright hallway, I'm sure they saw. On the rooftop, under the dim light from the neighboring building, we started on a bench. He said, "It's night, and they can't see us from the other building," and undressed me completely. A hot, intense session began. He licked my wetness, but it kept overflowing. He said, "You're feeling so much," making me even wetter. Then he said, "Look at mine," and suddenly entered me. Even though we had just done it, his member was very energetic, thrusting with a loud sound. As I moaned, he said, "You're so naughty," continuing to move his hips. He stayed inside for about 20 minutes, and when he said he was going to finish, he released inside me. During that time, I climaxed 2 to 3 times, leaving my mind blank. But it didn't end there. He continued to kiss and caress my breasts without withdrawing. He pinched and rolled my nipples, kissed, and stimulated me. I could clearly feel his member growing inside me. Then he suddenly started moving again, saying, "I'm hard again. You're amazing." After some thrusting, he withdrew and told me to get up. He lay down and asked me to ride him. Holding his member, I slowly lowered myself onto it. "Ahhh, it feels so good!" I could feel it reaching deep inside, making my stomach flutter with sensation. He started moving his hips slowly, then more intensely. I moved my hips in response, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, and he squeezed them hard. Stimulated in both places, I climaxed multiple times. Realizing this, he withdrew, saying, "I'll make you feel good one last time!" He stood up and entered me from behind. The strength and intensity almost made my knees buckle. He finished inside me. I could feel him releasing inside. The rooftop session ended, but when he withdrew, his release dripped out. I said, "I can't go home like this," and he suggested, "Let's stay at a love hotel." Of course, we were intimate at the hotel too. From Friday night until Saturday night, we did it five times. My body was covered in kiss marks, and he left a lot inside me. Today, he's coming over again. The holiday doesn't matter... Tonight, we'll be intimate in my room. I'll greet him wearing only an apron. Maybe we'll start at the entrance.

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