Almost Got Caught

In the soft glow of the afternoon sun, I watched him from the kitchen window, his muscles rippling beneath his sweat-soaked shirt as he tended to the garden. His name was Ethan, a young man hired just a few weeks ago, and I couldn't deny the electric pull I felt towards him. My husband, a man of business and little else, was often away, leaving me alone in our sprawling estate. Today, he had called to say he'd be late, and I saw an opportunity I couldn't resist.

I slipped away from the window, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but the thrill of it, the danger, only fueled my desire. I ascended the grand staircase, my fingers trailing along the polished banister, and entered our master suite. I opened the drawer of my vanity, revealing a collection of lingerie I had bought on a whim, never expecting to use. I selected a set of black lace, the fabric soft and sensual against my skin.

I returned to the window just as Ethan was packing up his tools. I watched him, my heart pounding, as I began my striptease. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the lace bra beneath. I saw him pause, his eyes drawn to me. I felt a thrill of power, knowing I had his attention. I continued, my fingers tracing the hem of my skirt before I let it fall to the floor. I stood there, clad only in my lingerie, and blew him a kiss.

Ethan's reaction was immediate. He dropped his tools, his eyes never leaving me as he crossed the lawn. I felt a shiver of anticipation as I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I opened the bedroom door just as he reached it, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes raked over me, his desire evident.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," he growled, his voice low and husky. I felt a thrill of excitement at his words, my body responding to his raw desire. I reached out, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest.

"Then take me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Ethan needed no further invitation. He pulled me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed my body, his touch setting my skin alight. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, his need as urgent as my own.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress. I watched him, my breath hitching as he revealed his chiseled body. His cock was large, thick, and hard, and I felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought of him inside me.

He joined me on the bed, his hands exploring my body. He teased my nipples through the lace of my bra, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I arched my back, my body begging for more. He obliged, his hands slipping beneath the fabric to cup my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, his touch firm and demanding.

I moaned, my hands reaching for him. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, my touch eliciting a groan from him. I stroked him, my movements slow and deliberate. I felt him grow even harder in my hand, his need evident.

He moved down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached the waistband of my lace panties, his fingers hooking into the fabric. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. He discarded them, his hands returning to my thighs. He spread them wide, his eyes feasting on the sight of my wet pussy.

He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I moaned, my back arching off the bed. His tongue was skilled, his movements sure and confident. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining his tongue in their exploration. I felt my orgasm building, my body trembling with need.

He didn't make me wait long. He brought me to the edge, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I felt boneless, my body spent and satisfied.

But Ethan wasn't done. He moved up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance. I looked into his eyes, my desire for him still burning bright. I nodded, giving him my silent consent. He pushed into me, his cock filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. I met him stroke for stroke, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I could feel another orgasm building, my body trembling with need. Ethan seemed to sense it, his movements becoming more focused, more intense.

He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub, his touch sending me over the edge. I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me. I felt Ethan follow me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. I felt a sense of satisfaction, of completion, that I hadn't felt in a long time. Ethan rolled off me, his arm draped possessively over my waist. I looked into his eyes, a sense of peace settling over me.

But the peace was short-lived. I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, the crunch of gravel under tires. I sat up, my heart pounding. It was too soon, my husband was home early. I looked at Ethan, panic in my eyes.

He seemed to understand, his movements quick and efficient. He dressed quickly, his eyes never leaving mine. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips, his hand squeezing mine in reassurance. And then he was gone, slipping out the window and into the garden.

I dressed quickly, my heart still pounding. I descended the stairs just as my husband entered the house. He looked at me, a question in his eyes. I smiled, my heart still racing, and greeted him as if nothing had happened.