Caught in the Act of Desiring My Student

I still can't believe how far I let things go. In my mid-40s and married, I never thought I'd fall for a student, but there it was. It started with late-night emails about his work, late nights morphing into whispered meetings where the line blurred. One night, in my office after hours, as we both knew he should leave, our bodies betrayed us. His lips on mine, hands cupping my ass, fingers finding their way inside me, all of it so wrong yet unbearably right. The slippery sound of his cock entering me, moving against the edge of my desk, both desperate and cautious, knowing what we were doing could end everything.