My Husband and I at Work

It's hard to talk about this because it feels so wrong, but it happened. My husband and I were both working late shifts at the cafe, just us two left after closing. The place was empty, all quiet, perfect for what we had planned. We went into the back storeroom with supplies nearby. He started by kissing me passionately while holding me against one of the counters. Then he undid my apron and pushed it aside along with my shirt. I let him slip down to unzip my pants as he kept me pressed close, my breasts flattened against his chest. I slid off my jeans and panties. We both wanted this so much, but there was fear too, getting caught could ruin everything. He entered me hard from behind then, holding my hips roughly on that counter as we moved together urgently, the wood slamming into me with each thrust. It felt wrong but amazing, risky and raw like that.