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A little about me, I'm in my late 30's, about 5' 5", 110, very healthy and fit, toned body with 34 C natural breasts. I have always kept up with my fitness and really enjoy doing it.

My husband and I had one child at the time, and we had been married for four years. We now have two children. Neither of us had much time for intimacy because we were both so busy...my husband worked all the time, so we couldn't spend much time together as a family. After getting pregnant with our first, we had drifted sexually, rarely being intimate with each other. The main reason for this is because I feel like I don't have any personal space since I am taking care of our child 24/7, and I don't feel like I have any time to do anything else with my body.

When I do have time and space, my last thought is to give up my space to breathe to have sex. Even though I enjoyed our sex, it never crossed my mind as something I was needing in my everyday life to engage with my husband. However, I definitely enjoy it. This lack of intimacy has created some distance between us, and I sometimes feel like we're more like roommates than partners. It has also made communication more challenging, as we often focus on the logistics of parenting rather than on nurturing our relationship.

Since our son was not in school yet, I was taking care of him full time while also working as a personal assistant to help support our family. Prior to meeting my husband, I had worked as a personal assistant/secretary for many years. As soon as we had our first child, I had to look for more flexible work in the late afternoons and early evenings as a personal assistant since most office jobs were 9-5. My family needed money, so I had to find whatever work I could. My clients always appreciated the quality of the work I did, and I was very good at it.

Although my husband and I both worked hard, we were still struggling financially, which was a situation I hated being in. The financial struggles added an extra layer of stress to our already busy lives, often leading to arguments about money and budgeting. This constant pressure made it difficult for us to relax and enjoy each other's company, further widening the gap between us. It felt like we were constantly in survival mode, which left little room for romance or connection.

My only client was very nice, a little older than me, well off financially, and married with young children. He was even decent looking. Having worked for him as a personal assistant for over a year, we were friendly and talked casually about things other than work. Our conversations often revolved around our shared experiences as parents, exchanging stories about our children and offering advice to each other. Occasionally, we discussed our hobbies and interests, which helped build a comfortable rapport. Despite the friendly nature of our interactions, I always maintained professional boundaries to ensure a clear distinction between work and personal life. For me, this was a great job since I could earn decent pay, work under the table, and have flexible hours since I took care of my son during the day.

Around 5pm one night, I came to his beautiful house to finish a project he had me working on. Like usual, he invited me in, but this time he was alone. His children are usually there, and sometimes his wife is as well. The absence of his family felt unusual because I had grown accustomed to the lively atmosphere they brought to the house. Their presence often created a sense of warmth and energy, which made the environment feel inviting and familiar. Without them, the house seemed eerily quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about this particular evening.

It was the same as usual, except that he said something different as our normal brief conversation ended. As I had practiced yoga for many years, he knew I had a lot of experience with flexibility, which is something he has been working on improving for a while. Having a hard time getting down a particular pose, he invited me to his workout room so he could show me the instructional video he was using and see if I could provide any tips or insights.

Initially, I didn't think anything of it, I was happy to help him, so I followed him. The workout room was well-equipped, with a variety of exercise machines and weights neatly arranged along the walls. Large mirrors lined up one side, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights, creating an open and inviting space. Despite the room's purpose for fitness, the atmosphere felt unexpectedly intimate and personal, perhaps due to the quiet solitude that filled the air. After walking into the room, he turns on the video to show me how the instructor is teaching him... Seeing the video, I couldn't help but smile and laugh.

As I watched the woman do the exercises, I could see that she was an attractive, fit woman probably in her mid-late 20s wearing tight pink leggings and a matching tight pink sports bra. Her energetic demeanor and precise movements were impressive, and I found myself admiring her dedication and skill. However, I couldn't help but feel slightly amused by his choice of instructor, as it seemed a bit cliché. Despite that, I focused on analyzing her technique, ready to offer any advice that might help him improve.

He smiles and chuckles a little saying

"What's so funny? It seems she knows what she's doing" he says.

He laughs again.

The typical man you are." I laugh.

"So, this was the best video you could find, huh?"

"You know, I don't think it hurts that she's pretty to look at. You know, she's not naked or anything. She's wearing normal workout clothes, and I mean, just look at what you're wearing," he said.

I find myself blushing in embarrassment as I realize what a fool I am. Right now, all I want to do is disappear. My purple leggings are just as tight as hers, and while I'm wearing a sports bra, I'm wearing a loose tank top over it, but I understand his point. It dawned on me that I mostly wear leggings. However, I know I'm not consciously wearing them for anyone else, I just find them comfortable.

"Well, this is embarrassing," I laughed in an uncomfortable manner.

Laughing, he says, "Let's just concentrate on stretching.".

When I look more closely at the video, I discover an important part is missing, one that was definitely helpful.

"Here, try adding this one called standing wide legged fold." I said and I started to show him.

After closing my eyes, breathing deeply, and spreading my legs and feet apart, bending over, bending my arms, and placing my palms on the floor for about 10 seconds, I heard him speak.

"This is great! Maybe you should have recorded it for a video." He laughs.

I remembered how much I missed these stretches and held the position because it felt good.

Upon hearing him say that I think back to the video and how he most likely chose it to stare at her body while exercising.

Suddenly, it hit me. Was he staring at me the same way he did with the woman in the video?

As I opened my eyes, I could clearly see him between my legs and behind me.

Just standing there with a big smirk on his face.

It made me blush and feel embarrassed knowing he was probably thinking inappropriate things about my body at this moment.

I immediately stood back up.

He started to talk again.

"I want to propose something to you, and don't take this the wrong way. Just hear me out until I am done."

I felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he began to speak. On the one hand, I was intrigued by what he might have to say, but on the other, I worried about where this conversation might lead. My heart raced slightly, unsure of whether to brace myself for an awkward proposal or an unexpected compliment.

Nodding my head, I look at him without saying a word.

His expression was a blend of excitement and nervousness, with his eyes darting briefly before settling on mine. His lips curled into a tentative smile, as if he was trying to gauge my reaction even before he spoke. It was clear that whatever he was about to say meant a lot to him, and he was hoping I would be open to hearing him out.

"It's been a while since my wife and I have been intimate, and I miss it deeply. I need that connection, but I don't want to leave her. I just want to meet my needs without disrupting our home life. I understand you could use some financial assistance, and I think this could be a win-win for both of us. I'm not looking for sex, just the intimacy of giving oral sex, something I've really been missing." I'm willing to pay you for the time and companionship. I'm open to negotiation and I'm sure we can come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

"Let me perform oral sex on you tonight and I'll give you a whole month's pay...we can stop whenever you like, and that's it."

I was taken aback by the boldness of his proposal, feeling a rush of emotions flood through me. Part of me was shocked and uncomfortable with the offer, questioning the ethics and implications of such an arrangement. Yet, another part of me couldn't help but consider the financial relief it could bring, leaving me torn between practicality and my personal boundaries.

My lack of a response rejecting his offer obviously showed I was seriously considering what he just said. Sensing my hesitation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, placing it gently on the table between us.

"Here," he said softly, "take a look and think it over. No pressure, just consider it."

His gesture was both tempting and overwhelming, adding another layer to the internal conflict I was experiencing. Seeing the envelope on the table, a mix of curiosity and trepidation washed over me. The weight of the decision felt even more palpable, as the envelope seemed to symbolize both opportunity and a line, I wasn't sure I was ready to cross.

The thought of opening it and what it might contain made my heart race faster, while I grappled with the moral and emotional implications of such a choice. After a moment of deep contemplation, I reached for the envelope with trembling fingers.

Carefully opening it, I found a stack of crisp bills, more than I had ever held at once. The sight of the money stirred a mix of relief and anxiety, as I weighed the potential benefits against the unease that still lingered in my mind.

With a deep breath, I resolved to accept his proposal, acknowledging the financial security it could provide me in a time of need. Despite my hesitations, I convinced myself that this was an opportunity to regain control over my situation and alleviate some of the burdens I faced. As I met his gaze, I nodded slowly, an unspoken agreement forming between us as I tried to quiet the doubts in my mind. I could feel my heart beating faster as I smiled back. I knew that I had made the right decision, and I was ready to take on this new challenge.

As I am sitting down on the mat, he comes over and places his hands at my hips, grasping the waistband my purple leggings.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, "Are you ready?" I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

He slowly starts pulling down my leggings. I lifted my butt off the floor to help him slide them down. He stops and looks up at me, a smirk on his face. I take a deep breath and give him a small smile. He pulls them down the rest of the way, revealing my naked body.

A swirl of emotions danced within me—anticipation, vulnerability, and a hint of exhilaration. The intimate nature of the moment heightened my senses, making every touch and whisper feel electric.

Despite the initial nerves, I felt a growing sense of trust and connection that allowed me to embrace the experience fully. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered words of reassurance. His hands moved gently, guiding me into a comfortable position, and the tension in my body began to melt away. With every shared glance and soft touch, I felt a deeper connection forming, allowing me to let go of my fears and fully engage in the moment.

I noticed the bulge in his shorts, a clear sign of his excitement, which sent a mix of curiosity and nervousness through me. Despite the fluttering in my stomach, I focused on the warmth and tenderness of the moment, allowing myself to relax and enjoy the newfound connection. As we continued, the outside world faded away, leaving just the two of us in a shared experience of trust and exploration. I realized just how long it had been since I had felt this kind of closeness with someone. His evident desire awakened a longing within me, reminding me of the passion and intimacy that I had been yearning for. It was as if a part of me that had been dormant was suddenly alive again, eager to explore the depths of this newfound connection.

He leaned down and started giving me oral, his touch both tender and electrifying. Each movement was deliberate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I found myself sinking deeper into the moment, allowing the sensations to wash over me as I savored this intimate connection. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew that I was heading towards an intense climax.

I let go and allowed myself to enjoy the ride, feeling my body shudder and tremble with pleasure. I was overwhelmed with an intense sense of joy and peace as I rode out the wave. After a few moments, I slowly came down from my high and opened my eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled.

Feeling insatiable, I reached out to him, pulling him closer with a newfound urgency. The desire to experience the fullness of our connection was undeniable, and I whispered my longing to him. I reached down, feeling the hard bulge in his shorts with my hand. He moaned in response and I kissed him passionately. His lips were soft and warm, and my heart raced with anticipation. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. His hands were gentle as he caressed my body. I melted into him, my body trembling with pleasure.

I felt myself becoming lost in the moment, consumed with our desire. I reached my hand inside his waist band, grasping his hard cock He gasped as I stroked him, his breathing becoming ragged. I felt myself getting wetter, my need for him growing stronger. I couldn't wait to be filled with pleasure.

Without a word, he took charge, leaning me onto my back with a determined yet gentle motion. His assertiveness only fueled my desire, heightening the anticipation of what was to come. As he positioned himself above me, I felt a thrilling mix of vulnerability and excitement, ready to surrender to the intensity of our connection.

He entered me slowly, filling me with warmth. His movements were deliberate and intense, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gasped in pleasure, my hands gripping his arms as I felt myself already about to reach my climax. Each thrust drove me closer to the edge as his hard, throbbing cock filled me completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pressure and pleasure that consumed me entirely. I could feel every pulse, every movement, building a crescendo that promised an earth-shattering release.

His pace quickened as my body shuddered in pleasure.

I felt my orgasm approach, and my heart raced as I felt myself on the brink of ecstasy. I let go, my body trembling as I soared to heights of pleasure.

As I reached the peak of my climax, I felt him release into me, a warm flood of his cum sent shivers up my spine.

Each pulse of his release intensified the waves of my own pleasure, creating a shared moment of pure ecstasy.

The sensation of him filling me was both grounding and liberating, a perfect conclusion to our passionate connection.

He collapsed onto me, his breath heavy and mingling with mine as we both reveled in the afterglow of our shared climax. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, a comforting rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. He whispered softly into my ear, expressing his contentment and the depth of our intimate connection.

As he slowly withdrew, I felt a lingering warmth and a gentle ache where he had been, a reminder of the intensity we had just shared. The sensation of his departure left me feeling both fulfilled and yearning, savoring the intimate bond we had created.

As I lay there, I was acutely aware of his cum deep inside me, a tangible reminder of our connection. I felt his warm cum begin to drip out from my pussy, a teasing sensation that heightened my awareness of the intimacy we had shared. It was a lingering reminder of the passion we had just experienced together, and it left me feeling both satisfied and wanting more.

As the afterglow began to fade, a wave of reality washed over me, leaving a mix of emotions in its wake. The realization of letting another man, not my husband, cum inside me weighed heavily on my mind.

Guilt intertwined with the satisfaction, creating a complex tapestry of feelings that I knew I would have to confront.

Blindsided in deep thought, I felt his hard cock shoved inside my mouth, catching me by surprise. The sudden intrusion jolted me back to the present, and I instinctively adjusted to accommodate him, my mind racing to process the unexpected turn of events.

As I surrendered to the moment, I felt a renewed sense of connection, each movement a reminder of the intense bond we shared.

His thrusts were demanding, leaving me breathless as I struggled to keep up with his pace. It was both overwhelming and exhilarating, the sheer force of his desire evident in every movement. Despite the intensity, I found myself responding eagerly, caught in the relentless tide of our passion. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to push deeper as I focused on the sensation of his tip pressing against my limits. The challenge was both thrilling and daunting, and I felt a sense of accomplishment as I adjusted to his rhythm.

Each swallow brought us closer, a testament to the raw, unfiltered connection we shared in that moment.

As I gazed up at him, our eyes locked, creating a powerful and unspoken exchange. The intensity of his gaze held me captive, deepening the connection between us as he continued to use my throat for his pleasure. This eye contact added an intimate layer to the experience, making me feel both vulnerable and empowered in our shared moment.

As I felt the pressure of his hand behind my head I took him fully, my lips pressing against his balls and stomach as I surrendered completely to his control.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration that heightened our connection. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of trust, knowing I was giving him everything he desired. His grip tightened and his breath quickened, his body trembling in anticipation. I could feel his heart beating against mine, and I knew at that moment he was about to burst. I braced myself, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would release, flooding me with his warmth.

The thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through my body, heightening the intensity of our shared experience.

As he reached his peak, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing I had brought him to this point of ecstasy.

We locked eyes as I felt his last spurt of cum fill my throat. Sounds of a sudden door slam snapped us both out of our eye contact.

I feel instant relief as his cock vacates my throat, now gasping for breath. The abrupt interruption left us both startled, a stark contrast to the intimacy we had just shared.

My heart was still racing, a mix of adrenaline and lingering vulnerability settling in. The intrusion reminded us of the world outside our bubble, pulling us back to reality and leaving a bittersweet longing for the connection we had momentarily lost.

Looking over at the doorway, his wife is standing there.....