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After the tension in the living room, things shifted when we all moved outside to the garden. The dim lights cast a soft glow over everything, and the air was thick with a mix of anticipation and desire. My eyes were glued to her — my boss’s wife. She looked even more stunning under the faint light, her dress clinging to her curves in all the right ways, her confidence radiating from her every move.
I couldn’t resist anymore. As we stood talking, I leaned closer, brushing my fingers against her arm and looking straight into her eyes. “You’re so hot,” I whispered, my voice low and intentional. She laughed, shaking her head like she thought I was joking, but the way her cheeks flushed told me otherwise.
Her dress dipped just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, and I couldn’t stop myself. “You’ve got amazing boobs,” I said, bold and deliberate, my hand lightly grazing her side as I pretended to steady myself. She froze for a moment, glancing around to see if anyone was watching, but then she smiled. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice almost shy.
That gave me the opening I needed. I let my hand linger, moving down her back until it rested on her hip. “They’re so perfect,” I added, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her body. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, her voice shaky as she said, “No one’s ever said that to me like this.”
