My Secret Lover and Me

I never thought I'd end up cheating on my wife during grad school. But there we were in her apartment, her hands gripping my waist as she kissed me deeply. She was my TA, younger by a few years, but the way she looked at me, like I was some kind of forbidden treasure, it felt inevitable. We started meeting after hours, sneaking away when no one else was around to catch us. In those moments alone together, it was just us and our desires. Her body pressed against mine in a tight embrace; her hands gliding over my chest, hips grinding against me until I could barely think straight. One night we didn’t wait for secrecy, we went into her bedroom without any pretense, both of us naked within moments. She climbed on top of me and guided herself onto my hard length, our groans echoing off the walls as she began to move up and down. I watched in a trance as she rode me, breasts jiggling with each thrust, sweat dripping from her hair onto my chest. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, biting her lip and moaning louder and louder until she shuddered against me, crying out my name in release. And then I let go too, spilling inside her as we collapsed together on the bed.