My Therapy Homework: Write a story about y Affair [FM]

My therapist told me to write a story in detail about my affair a few months ago in hopes to balance my perspective on myself ( instead of just beating myself up 24/7). I’ve been feeling guilty about what I did so she thought it would help me understand better why I did it and not just because i’m dumb (my self narrative). She was hoping that talking positive about it would stop me from being stuck shaming myself and allow us to process what actually I am feeling and not just feeling how I think I SHOULD feel. I wrote it out but got a little carried away and think it is better shared here. Here is what I wrote:

I sat at my desk, exhausted after a long day of work. I stared blankly at my computer screen, feeling overwhelmed and stressed. The client data had to be redone due to a policy change, and I disagreed with my boss about it. Being a perfectionist, I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving any task incomplete or incorrect.

My coworker Austin knocked softly on my door, and I welcomed him in. With a gentle push, Austin peeked into my office and greeted me with a smile before asking how I was feeling, knowing I was the only one left in the office. Austin and I had established a strong friendship over the years of working together, often sharing our thoughts and concerns about work with one another.

As he noticed the pile of documents still scattered across my desk, his smile faded and he pushed open the door fully stepping into my office. He took his usual spot beside my desk, leaning casually against the nearby table, a common posture for our conversations.

I chuckled and disregarded his concern, but I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. He gave me a compassionate look, and eventually, I confided in him about my frustration with our boss and the challenge my perfectionism posed in adapting to the new policies.

Throughout our conversation, Austin’s empathetic gaze never wavered. He listened patiently, offering me a much-needed space to vent. His support was a balm to my troubled heart, and I felt grateful for his understanding.

As Austin began to tell me a story to validate my feelings, I realized I was already feeling better. Maybe it was due to my exhaustion, but my mind started to wander as he spoke. I found myself admiring Austin’s appearance, appreciating the lean, muscular frame and piercing blue eyes that held my attention.

Though I had always found him attractive, I had never entertained the thought of anything more than friendship. As our conversation continued, my gaze shifted downward, and I noticed the subtle imprint of his cock against the fabric of his pants. I felt shame and embarrassment wash over me for looking, and I quickly refocused on our conversation.

When Austin finished speaking, my phone buzzed with a text from my husband, asking me where I was. I must have looked irritated, and Austin noticed, so he inquired about what was bothering me.

At first, I hesitated, considering whether or not to confide in him, but he seemed genuinely concerned, so I decided to open up. I explained that my husband and I had been fighting a lot lately about my late hours, and he was asking when I would be home. Austin pushed off the desk, assuming that I had to go, but I told him to stay because I still had work to do. I informed my husband that I wouldn’t be home for at least another hour since I still wasn’t finished.

Austin leaned back against the table, urging me to continue. I confided in him about my struggles with my husband’s lack of understanding of my efforts to support us, leading to increased annoyance. I even divulged the impact on our sex life. Although it was a personal topic, I felt comfortable enough to share it with Austin, given that nobody was left at the office. Besides, he was happily married, so I hoped he could offer some good advice.

I continued to confide in Austin about my sex life, revealing more intimate details. I explained that my husband and I had always had a strong physical connection, but lately, he had become distant and uninterested in sex due to our fighting. I told him I felt misunderstood and unsure of how to navigate the conflict. Despite my late hours, I loved my job but I missed the intimacy and closeness we used to share and without it, It left me very frustrated.

Austin offered me some advice, drawing on his experiences as a husband. He suggested couples therapy or talking to my husband about my feelings. He also reminded me to take care of myself physically and emotionally.

However, in an attempt to lift the tension, Austin cracked an inappropriate joke. With a grin, he suggested, “Maybe you could release your frustration on me.” Though I managed a faint smile, I sensed Austin’s remorse for his comment immediately, and he apologized quickly, admitting that his joke was inappropriate.

I’m still uncertain why I said it, but Austin’s words ignited a desire within me. A silent moment went by before I responded with a playful “Maybe I should”. I nervously tucked back my blonde hair looking in his direction as I sat in my chair. He smirked and laughed off my response not knowing I was serious.

I rose from my chair, my heart racing with anticipation, as I pretended to organize my desk. I casually asked him what his wife was doing that evening and if he should get going. Austin responded innocently, telling me that his wife was out of town until tomorrow night and he wasn’t in a rush. He appeared to finally connect why I asked and the tension in the air changed. I could tell that he was feeling it too.

Without saying a word I approached Austin who was still leaning against the table. Our bodies were just inches apart, as I gazed up at him with my blue eyes darkened by desire.I leaned forward and lifted my head and pressed my lips against his. The moment our mouths connected, an electric jolt surged through my body, sending shivers down my spine. Austin’s response was immediate and passionate, embracing me tightly as our bodies intertwined.

As our kiss deepened, I couldn’t resist the urge to explore his body further. With urgency, I undid his belt, fumbling with the buckle before finally pulling it free. My fingers worked quickly to unbutton and unzip his pants, the sound of each snap and zip echoing in the room. With a swift motion, I yanked down his pants and boxer briefs, revealing his cock.

As I knelt before Austin, I was taken aback by the sheer size of his penis. Gasping with desire, I felt my body heat up as I wrapped one hand mostly around his long and thick shaft while cupping his full, heavy balls with the other. His cock was hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum, I licked my lips anticipating the taste.

I took a moment to examine his cock, and whispered to him how much bigger it was than my husband’s, feeling disbelief at inappropriate observation escaping my lips. Without hesitation, I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the head, savoring the salty taste of his precum on my tongue. As I flicked my tongue over the sensitive tip, teasing him mercilessly, I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, knowing he was enjoying every moment.

My mouth gradually enveloped more of him, feeling his size and hardness increase with each passing moment. My tongue swirled around his girthy shaft as I tried to take more of him into my mouth. Despite my best efforts, I could only accommodate half of it.

The head of Austin’s cock pushed to the back of my throat, causing me to gag with each pump. I increased the intensity of my sucking, using my tongue, hands and lips in perfect harmony. I wanted to taste his hot cum filling my mouth, so I sucked him harder, tirelessly working my lips and stroking his shaft with both hands trying to bring him to the edge.

While he seemed to be enjoying himself, my jaw started to ache. I pulled back, catching my breath, my mouth was dripping with saliva and precum. I looked up at Austin with lust-filled eyes, and he pulled me to my feet.

Heat radiated from Austin’s hard cock as it pressed against my stomach, pulsing with anticipation. Hot, sticky pre-cum and salvia moistened my skin. With a firm grip, Austin yanked me closer by my hips. With an urgency that left me dizzy with lust, his tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

He kissed me as if trying to consume me, leaving no part of me unexplored. Under my skirt, his hands caressed my smooth skin until they reached the curve of my ass. His fingers squeezing my small, jiggly butt under my skirt sent shivers down my spine, and my body quivered with pleasure.

Austin then pushed me back against my desk, growling softly as he did so. Papers and pens scattered in every direction as I braced myself. With a swift movement, he lifted up my skirt, revealing my pink panties blending into my pale skin. His hand slipped underneath them, feeling the heat and dampness between my legs.

Finding my clit, he began to rub it in slow circles, causing my wetness to coat his fingers as my moans grew louder. The sensation of his skilled fingers against my clit was nothing short of electric; it sent waves of pleasure through my body, igniting every nerve ending. I was more than ready for more.

Austin’s fingers slowly slid down my panties, and I gracefully stepped out of them, kicking them aside to reveal my shaved pussy. With a gentle lift, he placed me on the edge of my desk, never breaking our passionate kiss, while his fingers continued to tease my clit.

As I sat there, the hard edge of the desk dug into my thighs, creating a rough contrast to the gentleness of his lips. Breaking the kiss, Austin knelt down before me, his eyes never leaving mine, as he prepared to go down on me.

He parted my legs, revealing my smooth, glistening pussy and the pink folds. His warm breath caressed my skin. With his face buried between my thighs, he inhaled my aroma and flicked his tongue over my swollen clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from me.

As he explored every inch of my slick, wet pussy, his tongue seemed to become addicted to the taste of my arousal, eagerly lapping it up with flicks and swirls in all the right places. My body writhed and shuddered beneath him as he teased me, before plunging his tongue deeper and moving it faster causing me to moan in pleasure.

He savored every drop of my juices, moaning in unison with me and relishing the way my body responded to his touch. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pleasured me, building the tension tighter and tighter until my orgasm was imminent. With his tongue driving me closer and closer to the edge focused on my clit, I finally exploded in a wave of pleasure, my body convulsing beneath him as I came undone.

As he stood up, he gently wiped my juices from his lips and then removed my shirt, revealing the matching pink bra that hugged my breasts. They were round and swollen, straining against the fabric, yearning for his touch. In one fluid motion, he unhooked my bra, setting my breasts free from their restraints.

With eagerness, he took one of my pink nipples into his mouth, suckling and nibbling on it while his other hand teased the other nipple. He then slid his hand back under my skirt, but instead of focusing on my clit, he traced his fingers around my slick opening, causing me to gasp in squirm.

He began with a gentle, feather-light touch that teased and tantalized me. I continued to squirm in his embrace as his fingers grew bolder and more daring, slipping inside me with a slow and deliberate motion. Austin removed his mouth from my breasts and looked directly into my eyes. He whispered that he needed to stretch me out..

As Austin’s fingers teased and tantalized me, my mind wandered to my husband, causing me to feel a twinge of guilt. The thought of my husband discovering our secret encounter filled me with a profound sense of shame and guilt. However, I soon recalled how my husband had been neglecting me lately, and how we hadn’t had sex for months. Inhaling deeply, I pushed those thoughts aside. I tried to concentrate on the pleasure that was building inside of me.

Without warning, Austin’s fingers filled me up. His sudden intrusion caused me to gasp, snapping me back to reality. His thick and strong fingers stretched me out completely, eliciting uncontrollable moans as they moved inside me in slow circles. As Austin’s fingers continued to explore my body, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. However, the kiss was momentarily interrupted by my moans of pleasure as he added a third finger inside me, stretching me out even more.

Austin withdrew his fingers after a few moments, eliciting a whimper from me. I sat naked and vulnerable on my desk, feeling exposed. He removed my skirt while gripping his cock with one hand and holding my hips with the other. Positioning himself in front of me, he was ready to enter. He rubbed his large mushroom head up and down my wet slit covering the tip of his cock with my juices. He leaned closer to my ear and asked “Are you ready?” I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation. Inching his way inside me, Austin stretched me out with every inch. I felt a sharp pain as he widened me.

Despite the pain , I couldn’t resist the urge to arch my back and push myself towards him, urging Austin to continue. Each inch of his thick cock that penetrated me sent waves of pain coursing through my body. My senses were electrified by this unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation. Finally he filled me completely, bottoming out inside me. My eyes widened, overwhelmed by the feeling.

Gradually, my body began to adjust to his girth, and the discomfort evolved into an intense pleasure. Austin paused, looking into my eyes, waiting for me to fully adjust to him. I nodded my permission, and with that, Austin began to move his hips gently.

He pulled back slowly, savoring the moment, before pushing forward again. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me, and the remaining pain turned into an intense feeling of fullness. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him to go deeper. Austin responded by picking up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper and more intense. With every stroke, it felt like he was splitting me in half. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure building inside of me.

Austin tightened his grip on my hips as he passionately fucked me. Our moans and gasps reverberated through the room, heightening the intensity of the moment. His thrusts sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs, driving me closer to cumming again. Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, “You love the way my cock feels inside of you, don’t you?” His words only amplified the pleasure, and I ran my hands over his tense muscles.

The pleasure inside me intensified as Austin continued to thrust. I felt waves of pleasure coursing through my body, bringing me closer to the edge. My moans grew louder and more urgent with each powerful thrust. Just as I was about to climax, he suddenly pulled out and lifted me off the desk.

As I regained my breath, he pivoted me around and clasped me tightly to his chest. With one arm around my waist, he parted my legs with his other hand, and I could feel his erect penis pressing against my butt.

He pushed me down onto my desk, my body lying face down on my stomach. My arms slammed against the keyboard as he roamed over my curves, tracing every dip and curve. His fingers followed the outline of my spine before moving down to cup my tender butt cheeks.

As he spread them apart, I let out a moan, feeling my wet and swollen pussy being exposed to the cool air. Austin wasted no more time and pressed his cock against my lips from behind. I held my breath as the head of his cock slid inside but it was much smoother this time. It felt amazing providing an entirely different sensation than before.

Austin began to move his hips, starting with a slow thrust that gradually picked up pace. With each deep stroke, a jolt of pleasure shot through my body, eliciting louder and more urgent moans. His hands gripped my hips tightly, forcefully pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust.

As I was bent over my desk and fucked by Austin, I felt a mix of exhilaration and shame. With every thrust from him, my body responded by clenching tightly around his cock. However, the feeling of being a slut lingered, as I gave in to my desires and allowed myself to be taken by a man who was not my husband.

Though I had conflicting feelings, I couldn’t resist the pleasure building inside me again. The sound of our bodies slapping together. Austin’s thrusts intensified. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting on my ass cheek as Austin spanked me, causing a thrilling surge of pleasure to course through my body. With each thrust, he spanked me again, sending another wave of pleasure through me.

Austin’s thrusts became increasingly frenzied. He drove into me with intense force, his fingers gripping my hips tightly as he worked towards his own climax. The waves of pure pleasure continued to build within me, causing me to moan and gasp uncontrollably.

As Austin reached around my hips and began to massage my swollen clit, my entire body tensed with pleasure. Electric shocks of ecstasy shot through me, and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as my hips bucked uncontrollably. My walls clenched tightly around his thick cock, begging for release as my orgasm approached.

Finally, my body writhed in pure orgasmic pleasure, as Austin’s thick cock hit every single spot deep inside of me. The waves of ecstasy that washed over me were almost too much to handle. As I quivered and shook, I could feel the weight of his balls slapping against my clit with each powerful thrust, prolonging my orgasm. I craved him more than ever, begging him to take me harder and deeper. I wanted to feel his hot cum inside of me, filling me up completely.

“Austin,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel your hot cum exploding inside me.”

He eagerly complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful and intense. I could feel the head of his cock penetrating deep places inside of me that I’ve never felt before. With one final deep thrust, he let out a low growl. I could feel his cock twitching around my soaking raw pussy as he pumped his hot load deep into me. The warm rush of his release filled me up.

As Austin’s hot cum surged inside me, a powerful wave of pleasure swept through my body. He continued slowly fucking me, his relentless thrusts ensured that every last drop of his thick cream was deposited deep within me. My pussy continued to convulse and pulse with orgasmic delight, the sensation of being fully filled amplifying the exciting waves of pleasure coursing through me.

After a few moments, Austin pulled out with a wet sound and collapsed onto my office chair. I rose to my feet and looked at him, the gravity of our actions weighing heavily on my conscience. However, the undeniable pleasure we had just experienced left me conflicted.

Austin embraced me, pulling me onto his lap. His strong arm wrapped around my waist as we both savored our encounter. Breaking the silence, I whispered, “We can’t let anyone know about this.” Austin nodded in agreement, and his hand ran soothingly up and down my back.

As we dressed and prepared to leave the office, I felt a mix of guilt and excitement intertwining within me. What we had done was undoubtedly wrong, yet it felt so right. Walking out of the building, we parted ways.

As I made my way to my car, my legs felt weak and my thoughts were still muddled. Slowly, I unlocked the car door and got in, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was filled with missed calls and texts from my husband, and guilt washed over me. I had promised to be home an hour ago, and now it was even later. I knew I needed to explain myself.

I let out a sigh as I waited for my phone to connect to my Bluetooth and dialed his number. The phone rang and he answered immediately.

“Hey,” I said in a soft tone, attempting to sound composed.

“Where are you?” I heard my husband’s annoyed voice through the speakers.

“I apologize, work held me up,” I responded timidly, guilt washing over me.

He snapped back, “Again? You were supposed to be home an hour ago, and you were already running late.”

“I’m aware, I apologize,” I responded, my voice quivering. I shifted in my seat, sensing something peculiar below.

In an instant, I felt a stirring sensation from within my vagina.

My husband’s voice broke my concentration, “Hey, are you still with me?”

I replied in a faint voice, “Yes, I’m here.” The movement subsided, but a peculiar and familiar feeling persisted.

His voice softened as he inquired, “You okay?”

A moment of pause followed before I responded, sensing an unusual dampness between my thighs.

I felt my face grow hot as I realized what was happening. It was Austin’s cum inside me and it was seeping out. As I realized how taboo the situation was, a mix of embarrassment and excitement rushed through me.

“Everything’s fine,” I managed to say, my voice unsteady. “I’ll be home soon.”

After ending the call, I sat in the car for a few moments, feeling the wetness between my legs growing increasingly uncomfortable. With a deep breath, I started the car and headed home, my mind racing with a mix of guilt and desire. The sensation of Austin’s cum still inside me was an exciting reminder of what I had just done.

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