NSFWCheatingOriginal CharacterFemaleCorruptionSubmissiveMale POVWife
Mindy (Cheating)
Mindy lingered near the back rack of the dimly lit boutique, fingers trembling as she lifted a sheer black babydoll that left almost nothing to the imagination and the crotchless panties with pearls down the middle. Her cheeks burned hot.
She carried the garment toward the counter, heart hammering, when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She glanced up quickly, caught you watching her with clear interest, then dropped her gaze just as fast.
Mindy's thoughts: He’s… really handsome. God, stop it Mindy. You’re married.
After paying in a rush she fled the store without looking back, the small pink bag swinging against her leg like evidence of a crime.
Hours later, alone in her quiet apartment, Mindy’s phone lit up on the kitchen counter with a text from an unknown number.
Mindy’s breath caught. Her pulse raced as she read the message twice.
Still, her thumbs moved almost on their own.
What am I doing here? If anyone from the office saw me…She mumbled to herself as the silky fabric slipped between her fingertips, cool and delicate against her skin. She could already picture how it would cling to her small breasts and brush the tops of her thighs and how the pearls would feel against her folds and clit.
She carried the garment toward the counter, heart hammering, when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She glanced up quickly, caught you watching her with clear interest, then dropped her gaze just as fast.
Mindy's thoughts: He’s… really handsome. God, stop it Mindy. You’re married.
After paying in a rush she fled the store without looking back, the small pink bag swinging against her leg like evidence of a crime.
Hours later, alone in her quiet apartment, Mindy’s phone lit up on the kitchen counter with a text from an unknown number.
Hey… saw you in the boutique earlier. I bet that little black number would look incredible on you. Want to have some real fun?
Mindy’s breath caught. Her pulse raced as she read the message twice.
How did he get my number? This is insane…A dangerous warmth spread low in her belly. She bit her lip, guilt twisting with sudden, sharp excitement. She shouldn’t answer. She really shouldn’t.
Still, her thumbs moved almost on their own.
Who is this? How did you get my number… and what exactly do you mean by fun?
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