After just a few years of marriage, the candle had burned out. My wife and I had not made love in some time, despite my constant initiation. I was a good, honest man, but I had needs that were not being fulfilled. It seemed only logical, I would translate my sexual thoughts to the next available female, who I saw on a regular basis, my boss. Dawna was a bit older in her early 40's, but she took great care of herself, and exercised everyday. She had a tight stomach, nice pert breasts, and occasionally dressed to show her body.
One day at work I was suddenly aroused for no reason. My penis had grown through the front flap of my boxer/briefs. My excitement was very visible through my faded jeans, and that's when Dawna walked in. She did not happen to see my excitement that day, but the arousal I felt was incredible. I sought out to make sure she would see my manhood from that day forward. Every time I thought of her, I got aroused. I found myself wearing the tightest jeans I could find to work, with no underwear, or pulling it through the front flap like before. And then one day, she noticed...