Just Once With A Customer

I'm married and have been for years now, but there's this one customer who comes in regularly. He's tall with a rugged look, like he’s always ready to take on the world. We've joked around a bit, laughed at each other's expense, but it never went past that until one day when we were closing up late. I was feeling so overwhelmed and stressed from work, and there was just this intense energy between us. He leaned in close as if he knew what I needed too, something to break the monotony of routine. And then we did it right behind the counter, with the soundproof booth door shut tight but trembling under our weight. His hands gripped me hard, pressing me against him, and my fingers dug into his back as I arched up to meet every thrust. It was wild and messy and felt so illicit, despite everything being consensual between us. This one moment shattered all the walls I'd built around myself.