Sarah lay in bed beside her husband, Mark, her mind racing with thoughts of her coworker, Ethan. She couldn't help but compare the disappointing sex she had just experienced with the way she imagined Ethan would make love to her.
Mark had rolled off her a few minutes ago, grunting as he reached his climax. As usual, he had done little to please her, his focus solely on his own satisfaction. She had tried to fake it, moaning and gasping at all the right moments, but deep down, she felt nothing but frustration and longing.
Ethan, on the other hand, starred in all of Sarah's fantasies. With his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and the way his shirt clung to his muscular chest, he was the epitome of male perfection. She often found herself daydreaming about him, imagining his hands roaming her body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck.
Sarah sighed, rolling over to face the wall. She knew it was wrong to have these thoughts about another man, especially someone she worked with. But she couldn't help it. Her marriage had grown stale and unfulfilling, and she craved the passion and excitement she had once felt.
As she lay there, lost in her thoughts, Sarah's hand drifted between her legs. She began to touch herself, her fingers gliding over her sensitive folds as she imagined it was Ethan's hand instead of her own. She pictured his strong, capable fingers exploring her most intimate places, bringing her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.
Her breathing grew heavier as she lost herself in the fantasy, her hips rocking against her hand as she chased her release. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to wake Mark.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, Sarah heard a knock at the door. Startled, she quickly pulled her hand away, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she had been about to do, right there next to her husband.
"Sarah? Are you awake?" Mark mumbled, stirring beside her.
"Yeah, I'm up," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just thinking about tomorrow's meeting."
Mark grunted in response, rolling over and falling back asleep. Sarah lay there for a while longer, her body still tingling with unfulfilled desire.
She knew she had to find a way to quell these cravings before they consumed her. But deep down, she knew that no matter how hard she tried, nothing could compare to the thrill she felt when she was near Ethan.
The next day at work, Sarah found herself extra nervous. She knew she would see Ethan at the office, and the thought made her stomach flutter with excitement.
As she walked down the hallway, her heels clicking on the polished floor, she spotted him talking to a colleague. His shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and a glimpse of a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she approached, trying to act casual. "Hey, Ethan," she said, forcing a smile. "How's it going?"
Ethan turned to face her, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled back. "Hey, Sarah. Not bad. Just wrapping up a project."
Sarah nodded, trying to focus on what he was saying instead of the way his lips curved around each word. "That's great," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was actually hoping to talk to you about something."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. "Oh yeah? What's up?"
Sarah took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "I was wondering if you could help me with something," she began, trying to keep her voice steady. "I've been having some trouble with this new software program, and I thought maybe you could show me how to use it."
Ethan's smile widened, and Sarah felt a surge of electricity run through her body. "Sure thing," he replied easily. "I'd be happy to help out. Why don't we grab a coffee and go over it together?"
Sarah nodded, trying to hide her excitement. "That sounds perfect."
As they walked to the break room together, Sarah could feel Ethan's eyes on her, taking in every curve of her body. She wondered if he was imagining what it would be like to touch her, to feel her soft skin beneath his fingertips.
The thought made her ache with desire, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
They sat at a small table in the corner, their knees brushing under the table as they leaned in close to look at the computer screen. Ethan's hand occasionally grazed hers as he showed her where to click, and Sarah had to fight the urge to close her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensation.
As they worked together, Sarah found herself drawn in by Ethan's presence. The way he spoke so confidently about the program, the intensity in his eyes as he looked at her - it was intoxicating.
Before long, they had finished their task, and Sarah realized with a start that they were alone in the break room. She looked around nervously, suddenly aware of how close they were sitting.
Ethan seemed to notice too, his gaze dropping to her lips for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "So, um," he said, clearing his throat. "Do you want to grab that coffee now?"
Sarah nodded, feeling her cheeks flush. "Yeah, that would be great."
They made their way to the coffee shop down the block, walking side by side as they talked about work and life. Sarah found herself opening up to Ethan in a way she never had before, sharing stories about her childhood and her dreams for the future.
Ethan listened intently, his eyes never leaving hers. Sarah felt like she could tell him anything, like he truly understood her on a deeper level.
As they sipped their coffees, Sarah couldn't help but notice the way Ethan's hands looked wrapped around the mug. She imagined those hands on her body, caressing her skin and bringing her pleasure.
The thought made her squirm in her seat, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.
Finally, it was time to head back to the office. As they walked out of the coffee shop, Ethan turned to face her. "Sarah," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just wanted to say... thank you. For being such a great friend."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat at the word "friend." She knew she wanted so much more than that from him, but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.
"Of course," she replied, forcing a smile. "I'm glad we could hang out."
As they parted ways, Sarah felt a sense of longing wash over her. She wanted Ethan so badly, but she knew that pursuing anything with him would be risky.
Still, as she walked back to her office, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen between them. It was as if the universe was pushing them together, giving them the chance to explore this connection that had formed so naturally.
Over the next few weeks, Sarah found herself spending more and more time with Ethan. They met up for coffee breaks and lunches, talking about everything and nothing as they got to know each other better.
Sarah loved the way Ethan made her feel - so alive and excited about life. He was passionate about his work and his hobbies, and his enthusiasm was infectious.
She also couldn't deny the physical attraction between them. Every time Ethan touched her arm or brushed against her in the hallway, Sarah felt a jolt of electricity run through her body.
One afternoon, as they sat together in the break room, Sarah found herself staring at Ethan's lips as he spoke. She wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, to taste him on her tongue.
Ethan must have sensed her desire, because he suddenly fell silent, his gaze locked on hers. "Sarah," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"
Sarah's heart raced as she nodded, unable to speak. Ethan leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin as his lips met hers in a gentle kiss.
It was electric, sending shockwaves through Sarah's entire body. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss as her hands tangled in his hair.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other's embrace. When they finally pulled away, Sarah could see the desire burning in Ethan's eyes.
"I want you," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I want to take you right here on this table and make you scream my name."
Sarah moaned at the thought, her body already aching for his touch. But before she could respond, they heard footsteps approaching the break room.
They quickly pulled apart, trying to compose themselves as their coworkers walked in. Sarah could feel her cheeks flushing as she tried to act casual.
"Everything okay in here?" one of her colleagues asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Yeah, everything's fine," Sarah replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "We were just... brainstorming."
The coworker nodded skeptically before walking away, leaving Sarah and Ethan alone once more.
"We can't do this here," Sarah whispered, even though every fiber of her being wanted nothing more than to rip Ethan's clothes off and feel his skin against hers.
Ethan nodded reluctantly, taking a step back. "You're right. I'm sorry."
Sarah felt a pang of disappointment as Ethan left the break room, but she knew it was for the best. She needed to get ahold of herself before things spiraled out of control.
Sarah lay in bed, her body aching with desire as she thought about Ethan. She couldn't get the memory of their almost-kiss out of her mind, the way his lips had felt against hers, the heat of his body pressing against her own.
She knew it was wrong to want him so badly, especially when she was married to Mark. But she couldn't help it. Ethan had awakened something deep inside her, a hunger that she had never experienced before.
As she lay there, lost in her thoughts, Sarah's hand drifted between her legs. She began to touch herself, her fingers gliding over her sensitive folds as she imagined it was Ethan's hand instead of her own.
She pictured him there with her, his strong, capable fingers exploring her most intimate places, bringing her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.
Sarah's breathing grew heavier as she lost herself in the fantasy, her hips rocking against her hand as she chased her release. She imagined Ethan's lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he kissed and bit his way down her body.
Her free hand came up to squeeze her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples as she imagined Ethan's mouth on them, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds.
Sarah could feel her climax building, the pressure growing with each touch until it finally exploded, shattering her into a million pieces.
She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She could feel Ethan's cock throbbing inside her, stretching her in ways she had never been stretched before.
Sarah lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. But even as she caught her breath, she knew that this wasn't enough. She needed more.
She needed to feel Ethan's skin against hers, to have him inside her in every way possible. She needed to experience the passion and excitement that she had been missing for so long.
With a groan of frustration, Sarah rolled over and grabbed her vibrator from the nightstand. She knew it was wrong to want another man so badly, especially one she worked with. But she couldn't help it. She was consumed by her desire for him.
She turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit, moaning at the sensation. She imagined Ethan's tongue there instead, licking and sucking at her most sensitive spot until she was writhing beneath him.
Her free hand came up to squeeze her breasts again, pinching and tugging at her nipples as she imagined Ethan's mouth on them, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Sarah could feel another orgasm building quickly, the pressure growing with each touch until it finally crashed over her like a tidal wave.
She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release as she rode out the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.
When it was over, Sarah lay there panting, her body spent and satisfied for the moment. But even as she caught her breath, she knew that this wouldn't be enough. She needed more than just fantasies and masturbation sessions.
She needed the real thing. She needed to feel Ethan's skin against hers, to have him inside her in every way possible. She needed to experience the passion and excitement that she had been missing for so long.
With a sigh, Sarah rolled over and turned off the light. She knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and temptations, but for now, all she could do was close her eyes and dream about the man who had awakened something deep inside her - the man she knew she could never have.
Sarah's desire for Ethan had reached a fever pitch. She could barely focus on her work, her mind constantly wandering to fantasies of him taking her, dominating her, making her his.
She knew it was wrong, that she should resist these urges, but she couldn't help herself. She was consumed by her lust, desperate for the passion and excitement that she had been missing for so long.
One afternoon, as they sat together in the break room, Sarah finally cracked. She leaned in close to Ethan, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want you. I need you."
Ethan's eyes darkened with desire as he turned to face her. "Sarah," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this. How much I've wanted you."
Without another word, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he pulled her closer. Sarah moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the passion that had been building between them for weeks.
Ethan's hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing every curve as he pushed her against the wall. Sarah could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and it made her ache with need.
"Please," she whimpered, desperate for more. "I need you inside me."
Ethan responded by lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her out of the break room and down the hallway to the storage closet, not caring who might see them.
Once inside, he locked the door and pinned her against the wall, his lips attacking her neck as his hands made quick work of her clothes. Sarah moaned, arching her back as he kissed and bit his way down her body, leaving a trail of red marks on her skin.
When he reached her breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud until Sarah was writhing beneath him. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers gliding over her wet folds before plunging deep inside her.
"Fuck," he groaned, feeling how tight and ready she was for him. "You're so fucking wet. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."
Sarah could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her. She could feel herself already teetering on the edge of orgasm, and it had only been a few minutes.
Ethan seemed to sense this, and he pulled his fingers out, leaving Sarah whimpering with need. "Not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to make this last."
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. Sarah's eyes widened at the sight of it, so big and thick and perfect.
"Get on your knees," Ethan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Sarah eagerly complied, dropping to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him through her lashes, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock.
Ethan groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as he guided her mouth onto his shaft. "That's it," he growled, pushing himself deeper into her throat. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it."
Sarah moaned around his cock, taking him as deep as she could. She loved the feeling of him stretching her lips, filling her mouth with his hot, hard flesh.
Ethan fucked her face hard and fast, his hips snapping forward as he chased his pleasure. Sarah could feel herself getting more and more turned on with each thrust, her pussy dripping with desire.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Ethan pulled out, panting heavily. "Get up," he ordered, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to be inside you."
Sarah stood up on shaky legs, bracing herself against the wall as Ethan positioned himself behind her. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she arched her back in anticipation.
With one hard thrust, Ethan buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely. Sarah cried out at the sudden intrusion, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"Fuck," Ethan groaned, pulling out slowly before slamming back in again. "You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet and perfect."
He set a punishing pace, pounding into her harder and faster than she had ever been fucked before. Sarah could feel every inch of his cock stroking her inner walls, hitting spots she didn't even know existed.
Her hands scrabbled against the wall for purchase as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel her climax building quickly, the pressure growing with each snap of his hips.
"Don't stop," she begged, her voice high and breathy with need. "Please don't stop. I'm so close."
Ethan obliged, his hands gripping her hips bruisingly tight as he drove into her harder and faster. "That's it," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock."
Sarah couldn't hold back any longer. With a scream of ecstasy, she came undone, her body shaking and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Ethan followed soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he emptied himself into her waiting womb. They stayed like that for a moment, panting and gasping as they tried to catch their breath.
But even as they came down from their high, Sarah knew that this wasn't over. She needed more of Ethan, more of the passion and excitement that he brought out in her.
She knew that pursuing this would be risky, that there could be serious consequences if they got caught. But in that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way Ethan made her feel - alive, wanted, desired.
As they straightened their clothes and made their way back to the office, Sarah couldn't help but smile. She had finally given in to her desires, and it had been better than anything she could have imagined.
She knew that this was only the beginning - that there would be many more stolen moments and passionate encounters in their future. And for now, that was enough.