Fucking [M]y married Mil [F] boss part 3

this post shares a few interactions of angela and i’s moments after that morning she snuck in, some quick moments and 1 very kinky session, also this is the final part of this trilogy which i will state in this post, if your reading this and not have an idea what happens, go read part 1 and 2, gets better and better each time, i also do apologise for the wait, had some stuff in my life i needed to sort out first inclidng having a bit of a writers block

we promised during work hours we’d stay professional, but most nights we would finish early and spend the next half hour at my place having a quick fuck session, oh how good it felt to have an active sex life again, just doing so i lost the weight i gained after my break up, id always make sure angela went home with either her ass or pussy filled with my cum, even some morning’s id wake up to the warm sensation of her mouth wrapped around my cock, angela had labeled my tiny 1 bedroom unit her personal sex dungeon, i had turned her back into the whore she used to be

Fucking [M] y married mil [F] boss… again. part 2

this is part 2 of this series, make sure to check out the other one for backstory and more

it had been almost a week since that evening at work with angela, a day after that intense night we worked together things were different and we were both very quiet, didnt say a word to each other just got to work i started to think if i was in the wrong or maybe we both needed some space, i decided i thought maybe id do the right thing and asked for a change of shifts to get the morning shifts and try to avoid any weirdness or drama

over the next few days we barely seen each other either it was as i was leaving work and she was starting, we both went to talk but we didn’t know what to say we just stood there looking at each other or if we ran into each other at the local pub, a week later after a shift i walked home got inside and had a shower and tried to not to think much of what was going on, as i got out of the shower i checked my phone to find a text from Angela stating “Hey james, i know things have been awkward lately after that night but do you mind coming into work around 7-8?” i replied back with a sure thing

Fucking [M ]y married mil [F] boss

My backstory: myself in my late 20’s had been working at a small-town cafe for a short while, though nothing was going perfect, I had just got out of a relationship and I wasn’t in the best mind space and I was also kicked out of the place I was staying, I ended up moving into this really small cold 1 unit apartment near work as I didn’t have a car, pretty much life sucked but I still had work, out of pitty my boss Angela gave me more hours to keep my self occupied, due to that we became more than just co-workers, a friendship was building and we spent most of the closing moments of our shifts venting about how much our lives outside of work sucked

Her backstory: Angela was a married mother of 3 in her mid 30’s and was a manager of this small town cafe, overworked but by choice of not wanting to go home, in her words she was hated by the kids and the husband was a slack-ass bastard that sat around the house doing nothing but complains, due to overworking her self and always having to deal with home issues she didn’t have much a social life, but when she was working, she made sure to try and leave her issues away from the shop floor, she also always dressed to impress, always wearing something smart but seductive even with her motherly curves, the guys loved it and she enjoyed most of the attention as well