Gaping For My Husband's Boss

Little Caprice walks the same stretch of sand every morning, but today her steps feel different. Her husband left town three days ago. The usual game she plays with Marcello, her husband's boss, has changed. No more sideways glances at the office. No more brushes of her hand against his when she drops off lunch. Today the door closes behind them and Marcello reaches for her without asking. She stands there in her heels, breathing shallow. He turns her, bends her, slides her skirt up until the air hits her bare skin. He pushes inside without warning and she takes it, hips rocking back to meet each thrust. The stretch deepens, spreads her open, and she presses her cheek to the table, mouth open. He keeps going until the ache blooms into heat, until she feels him throb and spill inside her. When he pulls out she stays bent over, the thick evidence of what they did sliding down the inside of her thigh. She closes her eyes and smiles, already wondering how she will keep this secret when her husband returns.