Chapter 110 Our Little Secret

• The first time I saw her, she was walking through the main entrance of the building where I worked. She had short black hair with a hint of grey and wore an elegant suit that appeared to have been tailored specifically for her figure. Her legs were long and toned, accentuated by her three-inch heels. She carried herself with confidence as if she owned the place – which is exactly what she did. My boss's wife. The woman who held my employment in her hands. It wasn't enough to just work there; I wanted to be promoted so that I could work under her.
• As soon as she passed me, I looked up and watched her walk away from the office before turning back to my computer screen. I couldn't take my eyes off of her long shapely legs or the way her skirt rode high on her hips every time she swayed forward. As she walked down the hallway towards her husband's office, I pictured her bent over his desk, spreading open her pussy lips for him. I imagined her squatting on top of him, riding him like a cowgirl, slamming her cunt into his face and burying it deep inside her tight little pussy.
• I knew if I didn't get my mind out of the gutter, I'd be fired before the day was done. And as much as I fantasized about fucking Mrs. Taylor, I had no idea how to approach her without being thrown out of the company.