It happened during a family event at my boss’s house. We were all sitting in the living room watching a movie, the lights dimmed low, and I ended up next to him on the couch. His wife was on his other side, looking stunning in a fitted dress that showed off her amazing legs and just enough of her cleavage to be distracting. I couldn’t help but glance at her, thinking how sexy and fresh she looked. The thought of her sitting there, completely unaware, made the whole situation even more thrilling.
I noticed my boss sneaking looks at me as the movie played. His hand rested casually on the couch between us, his fingers just barely brushing my thigh. At first, I thought it was accidental, but when I shifted slightly, letting my skirt slide up to show more of my leg, his fingers lingered longer. My heart raced as I realized what was happening, and instead of pulling away, I leaned into it.
His hand moved a little higher, testing the waters, and I felt a jolt of heat shoot through me. I glanced at his wife — she was completely focused on the movie, oblivious to the tension building between us. His fingertips grazed the edge of my skirt, and I decided to push things further. I reached down, taking his hand, and slid it fully under my skirt, guiding his fingers to the wetness between my legs.
He froze for a moment, his breathing shifting, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers pressed against me through my panties, feeling how soaked I already was. The pressure made me bite my lip to keep from making a sound…
