My eyes are blindfolded and my hands are tied to the bed. I feel his hands moving around my body, my back arched back as the pleasure rise. I feel his hands in my sex, I moan my boss's name loudly as his finger penetrated me and my eyes snapped open.
I turned in horror but Calen was not in bed and I breath a sigh of relief, I wondered how I would explain the reason I am moaning and having sex dream about my boss.
I stood up and went to the mirror and stared at my reflection, when last did I really feel a touch of a man on me I can't remember, frustration bubble inside me.
I sighed and looked at myself, I was wet and dripping, if only Calen could just bend me over on that table and take me right here and now. I sighed in frustration as I groan.
Of course he would refuse. My thoughts spiral as I think about how to breach this topic with carlen, our marriage is fast approaching and our sex life is barely hanging on a thread. Fuck if there is any sex life to begin with.
