Married Man

The Campaign Encounter

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I stood at the edge of the bustling campaign headquarters, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. The air was thick with the hum of volunteers, the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the faint tang of printer ink. At 42, I wasn’t the youngest volunteer in the room, but I felt a surge of energy I hadn’t experienced in years. My long dark blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and my brown eyes scanned the room, taking in the chaos with a sense of purpose. I was here for a reason—to support the political party I’d admired for years, and maybe, just maybe, to feel alive again.

The room was a hive of activity, with people rushing back and forth, phones ringing, and the occasional cheer erupting as someone secured another donation or volunteer. I adjusted the strap of my tote bag, feeling a bit out of place in my tailored blazer and knee-length skirt, but I reminded myself that I belonged here. I was Renata, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. My body, toned from years of yoga and hiking, felt ready for whatever this adventure would bring.

That’s when I saw him.

Chance Carrington.

He was standing across the room, his broad shoulders filling out a crisp navy suit, his silver-streaked dark hair perfectly tousled. There was an aura of power around him, a magnetism that drew everyone’s attention. He was in the middle of a conversation, his deep voice commanding yet warm, his hands gesturing animatedly as he made a point. Even from a distance, I could see the intensity in his eyes, the way his lips curved into a smile that was both confident and inviting.

I felt a flutter in my chest, a sensation I hadn’t experienced since my twenties. It was ridiculous, really. Chance Carrington was a political powerhouse, on the brink of running the entire country. He was married, for God’s sake, to a woman who was as elegant as she was accomplished. But there was something about him—his charisma, his raw ambition—that made my pulse quicken.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Focus, Renata, I told myself. You’re here to volunteer, not to swoon over a candidate. But as fate would have it, our paths crossed sooner than I expected.

“Renata, right?” His voice was like velvet, smooth and rich, as he approached me with a hand outstretched. “Chance Carrington. Thanks for coming in today. We can always use passionate people on the team.”

I took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at the touch. “Of course,” I replied, my voice steady despite the chaos in my mind. “I’m a big believer in what this party stands for. Happy to help.”

He smiled, his eyes locking onto mine in a way that felt both professional and intimate. “Well, I’m glad to have you. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll introduce you to the team.”

As we walked through the office, I couldn’t help but notice the way he moved—confident, purposeful, every step calculated. He was a man who knew his worth, and it was intoxicating. The team greeted him with a mix of reverence and warmth, and I felt a pang of jealousy at how easily he commanded their loyalty.

“Renata’s going to be helping out with the rallies,” Chance announced, his arm casually draped around my shoulders. It was a gesture of camaraderie, but it sent a shiver down my spine. “She’s got a great energy, and I think she’ll fit right in.”

The team welcomed me with smiles and handshakes, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chance was watching me, studying me. When the introductions were over, he pulled me aside, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

“You’re different,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I can tell. Most people here are either starstruck or terrified. You’re… neither.”

I smirked, feeling a boldness I hadn’t expected. “Should I be one or the other?”

His lips twitched into a grin, and for a moment, the politician faded away, replaced by a man who seemed to see right through me. “No,” he said, his voice husky. “But be careful. This world can chew you up and spit you out if you’re not prepared.”

“I can handle myself,” I replied, meeting his gaze. “Besides, I’ve always been drawn to a challenge.”

Chance’s eyes flickered, and I saw something in them—a spark of interest, maybe even desire. It was fleeting, but it was there. “I have no doubt,” he said, his tone casual, but his body language intense. “Why don’t you join me for the next rally? You can ride with me in the limo. It’ll give us a chance to talk strategy.”

My heart skipped a beat. Riding with Chance Carrington in his limousine? It was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up, even if it meant navigating the dangerous waters of his allure. “I’d love to,” I said, keeping my voice light.

The day of the rally arrived, and I found myself standing outside the campaign office, my nerves tingling with anticipation. Chance emerged from the building, his suit immaculate, his presence commanding as ever. He spotted me and smiled, that same enigmatic smile that had captivated me from the start.

“Ready?” he asked, holding open the door to the sleek black limousine.

“As I’ll ever be,” I replied, stepping inside.

The interior of the limo was plush and dimly lit, the leather seats soft beneath me. Chance slid in beside me, the space between us suddenly feeling charged. The driver closed the door, and we were alone, the world outside fading away.

“So,” Chance began, his voice low and intimate, “what drives you, Renata? Why politics?”

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze. “I want to make a difference,” I said honestly. “And I’ve always been drawn to power. The way it shapes lives, changes destinies… it’s intoxicating.”

He leaned back, his eyes appraising. “Intoxicating, huh? You’re not the only one who feels that way.”

There was an undercurrent to his words, a suggestion that made my pulse quicken. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t resist. “Power’s a drug,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “And you’re the dealer.”

Chance’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “And you’re not afraid to get addicted?”

I met his gaze, feeling a surge of daring. “Depends on the high.”

For a long moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us palpable. Then, without warning, Chance reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek, his touch sending a jolt of heat through me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Renata,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

“I’ve always liked danger,” I replied, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. I melted into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as the world around us dissolved. His kiss was hungry, his tongue tangling with mine, and I felt a hunger in me that I hadn’t experienced in years.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips, his hand sliding down to my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“I think I do,” I whispered, my fingers threading through his hair. “And I like it.”

Chance groaned, his kisses becoming more urgent, his hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that made my head spin. He pushed me back against the seat, his body pressing into mine, his erection pressing against my thigh. I moaned, my hands sliding down to his belt, eager to feel him, to taste him.

“Not yet,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I need to taste you first.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I spread my legs, inviting him in. Chance didn’t hesitate, his hands hiking up my skirt, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties before slipping beneath them. I gasped as he found my core, already wet and throbbing with need.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his fingers dipping inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit. “You like this, don’t you? Being touched by a powerful man?”

“Yes,” I panted, my hips bucking against his hand. “God, yes.”

Chance smirked, his fingers working their magic, his touch both gentle and firm. I moaned, my head falling back against the seat as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. The limo was silent except for our ragged breaths and the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of me.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Let go for me, Renata. Show me how much you want it.”

I cried out, my body arching off the seat as my orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure washing through me. Chance drank in my cries, his fingers never stopping, his other hand gripping my thigh as he held me down.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips pressing against my sweat-dampened skin. “So responsive, so eager.”

I panted, my body still trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm. “Your turn,” I managed, my hands reaching for his belt.

Chance caught my wrists, holding them above my head as he leaned back, his eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to make you come again first.”

Before I could protest, he pushed my skirt up further, his lips trailing down my stomach, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin. I squirmed, my breath hitching as he kissed his way lower, his hands spreading my legs wider.

“Chance—” I started, but my words were cut off by a moan as his tongue flicked against my clit, his beard scratching my thighs. He was relentless, his mouth devouring me, his fingers pressing into my hips to hold me still.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, his tongue dipping inside me, his lips sucking gently. “So sweet, so wet.”

I was a mess, my body arching and twisting as he drove me to the edge again. “Chance, please—”

“Not yet,” he growled, his tongue pressing harder, his fingers slipping inside me, stretching me open. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “Please, Chance, I need—”

He didn’t let me finish, his mouth and fingers working in perfect sync, pushing me over the edge into another mind-blowing orgasm. I screamed his name, my body shaking, my juices flooding his mouth as he drank me in.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back, his lips swollen, his cheeks flushed. “You’re incredible.”

I panted, my body limp, my mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. “Your turn,” I said again, my hands reaching for him.

This time, Chance didn’t stop me. He leaned back, his eyes dark with desire as I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was thick and hard, veins pulsing beneath the skin, the head glistening with pre-cum.

I smirked, my fingers wrapping around him, feeling his thickness, his heat. “Impressive,” I murmured, my thumb brushing the tip.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing the head of his cock, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He was salty and musky, and I moaned at the flavor, my mouth watering. Chance groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I took him deeper, my lips sliding down his length.

“Fuck, Renata,” he muttered, his hips bucking slightly. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Chance cursed, his fingers tightening in my hair, his body tensing as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could.

“Stop,” he said abruptly, his voice sharp. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I pulled back, my lips leaving his cock with a wet pop, my eyes meeting his. “What do you want?”

Chance’s gaze was intense, his desire raw and unfiltered. “I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice rough. “Right here, right now. I want to feel you wrapped around me, screaming my name.”

My heart pounded, my body aching for him. “Then take me,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Chance positioned himself between my thighs, his cock pressing against my entrance, his eyes locked onto mine. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders.

He thrust into me, filling me completely, his thickness stretching me, his balls slapping against me with each stroke. I moaned, my head falling back as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “So fucking tight.”

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he reamed me, his cock hitting deep, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The limo rocked with our movements, the leather seats creaking, the air thick with the sounds of our passion.

“Chance—” I panted, my body on the brink again. “I’m close—”

“Me too,” he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. “Come with me, Renata. Let’s lose control together.”

His words pushed me over the edge, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me, my walls clenching around him. Chance followed, his cock pulsing inside me, his groans filling the limo as he emptied himself into me.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Chance pulled out, his eyes meeting mine, his expression unreadable.

“That,” he said, his voice steady, “was a mistake.”

I smirked, my hand reaching out to trace his jawline. “Mistakes are my favorite kind of fun.”

Chance’s lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. “This can’t happen again,” he said, his tone firm. “I’m a married man, Renata. This was a moment of weakness.”

I leaned forward, my lips brushing his. “Weakness can be a strength,” I murmured. “And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

His eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, the limo came to a stop. The driver’s voice came through the intercom. “We’re here, sir.”

Chance sighed, his hands resting on my hips as he leaned back. “Get dressed,” he said, his voice low. “We’ve got a rally to attend.”

I smirked, straightening my clothes, my body still buzzing from our encounter. “Lead the way,” I said, my voice laced with challenge.

As we stepped out of the limo, the crowd cheered, their voices a blur as Chance took my hand, his grip firm. For a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, maybe, or desire. But then it was gone, replaced by the mask of the politician, the man who was one small step from running the entire country.

And I knew, as we walked hand in hand toward the stage, that this was just the beginning of our dangerous, exhilarating affair.

Midnight Risk

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I took a deep breath, the cool night air doing little to calm the fire raging within me. Dylan’s words from earlier that day still echoed in my mind: “Meet me at the park tonight. Midnight. We’ll find a way.” The park. Public. Risky. But after weeks of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and near-misses with Diana, my sister, I was desperate. The tension between us had become unbearable, and the thought of his hands on me, even in such a dangerous setting, sent shivers down my spine. Having an affair with my brother in law, was also risky.

I arrived at the park just before midnight, my heart pounding in my chest. The moon was full, casting an eerie glow over the deserted playground and the shadowy trees. I wore a long, flowing skirt and a loose blouse, both chosen for their ease of removal. My pulse quickened as I spotted Dylan leaning against a tree, his silhouette unmistakable. He straightened when he saw me, his eyes gleaming with the same hunger I felt.

“You came,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

“Where else would I be?” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine. “This is insane. If someone sees us—”

“Then they see us,” I interrupted, pulling him toward a secluded bench. “I can’t wait any longer, Dylan. I need you.”

His eyes darkened, and he nodded, his resolve matching my own. We sat down, but the bench felt like a barrier between us. I stood, tugging him to his feet, and pressed him against the tree. His hands gripped my hips, his touch sending sparks through my body.

“Here?” he asked, his breath hot against my neck.

“Here,” I confirmed, my voice barely above a whisper.

I lifted my skirt, the cool night air brushing against my bare thighs. Dylan’s eyes widened as he realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hands slid up my legs, his fingers tracing the curves of my ass before slipping between my thighs. I gasped as he found me already wet, his touch electric against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Meredith,” he groaned, his fingers dipping into my heat. “You’re so ready for me.”

“Always,” I panted, pressing myself against his hand. “But not like this. Not in public. It’s… it’s driving me wild.”

He smirked, his confidence returning. “Then let’s make the most of it.”

He unbuttoned his pants, his cock springing free, thick and hard. I bit my lip, my desire spiking as I imagined taking him right there, under the open sky. But before I could act, a distant sound made us freeze—laughter, carried on the wind. Someone was nearby.

“Shit,” Dylan hissed, his eyes darting around. “We need to move.”

I nodded, my heart racing. The thrill of being caught only heightened my arousal. I grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the park, toward the old bandstand. It was more exposed, but the shadows offered some cover. We stopped behind the structure, our backs to the open side, facing the trees.

“This is insane,” Dylan repeated, his voice laced with excitement.

“The best kind of insane,” I replied, stepping closer. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my skirt bunched around my waist, and guided his cock to my entrance. He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I moaned, the sensation overwhelming, the risk of discovery only intensifying the pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his hands gripping my ass as he began to move.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust deeper, harder. The bandstand creaked with each movement, the sound echoing in the stillness. I could hear distant voices, laughter, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All that mattered was Dylan, his cock reaming my cunt, his breath hot against my neck.

“Harder,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He obliged, his hips snapping against mine, his cock pounding into me with relentless force. I cried out, my head thrown back, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. The risk, the danger, the forbidden nature of it all—it was too much. I was drowning in sensation, my pussy clenching around him, my juices flowing freely.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

“Me too,” I gasped, my body tightening around him. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

He didn’t. His thrusts became frantic, his cock reaming my cunt with abandon. I screamed as my orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over me, my body shaking uncontrollably. My pussy gushed, my juices coating his cock as he fucked me through it.

“Fuck, Meredith,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “I’m—”

His words were cut off by a sharp cry of pleasure as he came, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed. We stood there, panting, our bodies still joined, the world around us fading into the background.

“That was…” he started, his voice trailing off.

“Insane,” I finished, smiling despite the danger. “But worth it.”

We disentangled slowly, our hearts still racing. Dylan tucked himself back into his pants, while I smoothed down my skirt, though it did little to hide the evidence of our encounter. We stood in silence for a moment, catching our breath, before the sound of approaching footsteps made us freeze.

“Shit,” Dylan whispered, his hand gripping my arm. “Quick, this way.”

He pulled me toward the trees, our footsteps quiet on the grass. We hid behind a thick trunk, our bodies pressed together, our hearts pounding in unison. The footsteps passed, the voices fading into the distance. We waited a few more moments before emerging, our nerves still jangled but our desire unquenched.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dylan said, his voice serious.

“We can’t stop,” I countered, my hand brushing his cheek. “Not now. Not after that.”

He sighed, his eyes searching mine. “You’re right. But we need to be smarter. More careful.”

I nodded, my mind already racing with ideas. “Next time, we’ll find somewhere even more daring. Somewhere no one would ever think to look.”

He smirked, his hand sliding into mine. “You’re a dangerous woman, Meredith.”

“And you love it,” I replied, squeezing his hand.

We walked back to our cars in silence, the tension between us still palpable but now laced with a newfound excitement. The affair had taken a dangerous turn, but the thrill of it only fueled our desire. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but smile, my body still buzzing from the encounter. Dylan was right—we couldn’t keep doing this. But we would. Because the risk, the danger, the forbidden nature of it all was too intoxicating to resist. And as long as we had each other, we’d find a way to keep the flame burning, no matter how risky it became.

The Babysitter’s Secret

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I still remember those steamy summer days when I was a young, carefree babysitter, my name back then was Brooke. I was in my early twenties, with a body that turned heads wherever I went. Long, golden blonde hair cascaded down my back, framing my striking green eyes and a face that, even I had to admit, was quite beautiful. My curves were generous, with a slender waist accentuating my ample C-cup breasts and a round, firm ass that I knew drove men wild. I had a reputation for being a bit of a tease, but I was always in control, and I loved the power I held over men.

One of my regular babysitting gigs was for a family with a young daughter, a sweet little girl who was usually fast asleep by the time I arrived. Her father, Mark, was a tall, dark-haired man in his late thirties, with a ruggedly handsome face and a body that hinted at a former athletic career. He always greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on my body a little too long, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I quite enjoyed the attention.

Mark and I had an unspoken understanding. He knew I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. After all, his wife was oblivious to the desires burning in his eyes whenever I was around. I could see the hunger in him, the way he tried to hide his arousal whenever I bent over to pick up the little girl’s toys. It was a game we played, a dance of seduction that we both relished.

One evening, after putting the little girl to bed, Mark offered to drive me home as usual, even though my apartment was only a few blocks away. I knew this was his way of extending our time together, and I happily accepted. As we stepped out of the house, the warm summer air caressed my skin, and I felt a tingle of anticipation. I was wearing a short sundress, the hem flirting with my thighs, and a pair of strappy sandals that made my legs look endless.

Mark opened the car door for me, his eyes never leaving my body. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my bare thighs. He got in on the driver’s side, and I could see the bulge in his pants, a clear indication of his desire. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was electric.

“You know, Brooke,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I really appreciate you taking such good care of my daughter. It’s not easy for me to find someone I trust.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad I can help, Mark. I know how important it is for parents to have some time to themselves.” I leaned back in the seat, letting my dress ride up a little higher, giving him a glimpse of my smooth, tanned thighs.

Mark cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on my legs. “I wanted to show my appreciation. I know you’re a young woman with needs, and I’d like to help you with that.” His voice was steady, but I could sense the effort it took for him to maintain his composure.

I bit my lower lip, feigning innocence. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that, Mark?” I knew exactly where this was going, but I wanted to hear him say it.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Well, I was thinking… maybe you could use a little extra cash. I could give you a… tip, let’s say, for your services.” His eyes flickered to my chest, then back to the road as he started the car.

I laughed softly, a throaty sound that I knew drove him wild. “Oh, Mark, you’re too kind. I do have some expenses, and a little extra money would certainly be helpful.” I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath my touch. “But I’m not sure I understand what you mean by ‘services’.”

Mark’s breath caught, and I felt his thigh tremble under my hand. “I think you know, Brooke. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you tease me. I want you, and I know you want me too.” He paused, his eyes darting to mine, searching for confirmation.

I didn’t say a word, but my silence spoke volumes. I let my hand slide higher up his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. Mark’s breath quickened, and I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ll give you more than just a tip. But we have to be discreet. My wife can never know.”

I nodded, my fingers inching closer to his erection. “Don’t worry, Mark. Your secret is safe with me. And I promise, I’ll take very good care of you.”

With that, I unbuckled his belt, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. Mark’s breath was coming in short gasps as I reached into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his thick, throbbing cock. It was hot and hard in my palm, and I stroked it slowly, feeling the veins pulsing under my touch.

“Oh, fuck, Brooke,” he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. “That feels so good.”

I smiled, my green eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I aim to please, Mark. And I want you to feel really good.” I leaned over, my dress falling open to reveal my bare breasts, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

Mark’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. I could hear his labored breathing, the soft, desperate moans escaping his lips as I deep-throated him, taking him as far as I could.

“Oh God, Brooke, you’re incredible,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him.

I pulled back, my hand replacing my mouth, stroking him firmly as I spoke. “I want you to come for me, Mark. I want to feel your hot cum all over my tits.”

Mark’s eyes widened, and he nodded frantically, his self-control slipping away. I leaned back, my breasts heaving with anticipation, and continued to stroke his cock, my hand slick with pre-cum.

“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah,” he groaned, his eyes locked on my hand. “Squeeze it, stroke it, make me come for you.”

I obeyed, tightening my grip and pumping my hand faster, my thumb rubbing the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. Mark’s hips bucked off the seat, his hands gripping the headrest as he neared his climax.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, Brooke!” he cried out, his body tensing.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I aimed his throbbing cock at my cleavage. With a few more strokes, Mark’s cock erupted, shooting hot ropes of cum that splattered across my chest, coating my skin with his release.

I giggled, my eyes sparkling with delight as I rubbed his cum into my skin, smearing it across my breasts and neck. “That was amazing, Mark. I love how you paint my body with your cum.”

Mark slumped back in his seat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I smiled, my hand still stroking his softening cock. “Well, I’m glad I could help you with your ‘needs’, Mark. And I’m always happy to accept a generous tip.” I winked at him, my green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mark laughed, a nervous, relieved sound. “You’re incredible, Brooke. I’ll make sure you get your tip. And I’ll be sure to call on your services again soon.”

I blew him a kiss as I got out of the car, my sundress falling back into place. “I’ll be waiting for your call, Mark. And remember, my rates are very reasonable.”

As I walked back to my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. Mark was just one of many men who had fallen under my spell, willing to pay for the pleasure of my body. I was a woman in control, and I loved every thrilling moment of it.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a secret, steamy affair that would push the boundaries of our desires and test the limits of our discretion. But for now, I savored the taste of Mark’s desire on my lips and the feel of his cum on my skin, a reminder of the power I held over this married man.