The Charlie Saga, Part 2: cheating, fucking my boss, and enjoying a BBC [M/F]

Thanks for the positive feedback, you guys. The subject matter just had me a little worried about backlash. I've been reading this sub for years and have seen a wide range of reactions to certain controversial topics. Part 1 can be found here. Enjoy part 2.

We had arranged to meet at a plaza near the lake house at 5PM to carpool. Charlie told his family that he would be attending an annual work party that evening, and I had told Aaron that I was meeting an out-of-state friend up at the lake house. I tried to be as truthful as possible so that he would be none the wiser.

I had spent at least an hour preparing myself at home. I shaved everywhere, put on a heavy layer of makeup that I'd never have worn to work (as Charlie had previously commented that he liked the makeup look, and I wanted to appear differently than he normally saw me), and found the perfect outfit that showed off my ass and tits without being too revealing for the chilly weather of March. Afterward I kissed Aaron goodbye and told him honestly that I loved him. He wished me a good night with my friend and told me he'd miss me. Ouch, I thought. The exchange stung, but I couldn't bring myself to call it off now.

The Charlie Saga, Part 1: cheating, fucking my boss, and enjoying a BBC [M/F]

I think I'm finally ready to tell this story. Please note that I will tell it without embellishment, and if any parts seem fake it's because real life is often crazier than fiction. I'm 5'7", a brunette, and at the time of this story was a normal weight but not thin, with a nice ass and tits and a cute face.

I was 18 at the time. I had just started a few months prior at a job with the state government. My job was acting as an aide and "living for a living", as I liked to describe it. Getting paid to lounge around a house, cook, clean, etc., which left the staff with a lot of downtime.

I had two bosses: one assistant "supervisor", who was technically above me, and one real supervisor. This story takes place with the assistant, so he was "a supervisor" but not necessarily "THE supervisor" — more like a coworker than a boss, but it was still forbidden because he was in a position of power.

Charlie had been out on sick leave for three months following a serious health disorder. Coincidentally, I started working there right as he went out on leave. So when we first met I already had the job down and there was little-to-no "supervising" that needed doing on his part.