A Little Secret From The Coffee Shop

I've been married for five years now, but here’s something I’ve never told my wife about. Last week, during a quiet night shift at the café, an older gentleman named Jack came in and there was just something electric between us. We exchanged numbers over coffee cups and ended up back at his place. It was intense, he had this rugged look that set me off instantly, and we barely got past the door before I had him pressed against the wall. His fingers delved into my hair as he kissed down my neck, and I could feel how hard he already was through his jeans. We didn’t waste any time, within minutes, I was guiding him back to a bedroom, our clothes scattered like confetti on the floor. As soon as we were skin-to-skin, every touch sent shivers racing across my body. Jack’s hands were everywhere, mapping out each curve and dip with precision. Our lovemaking that night was raw and passionate, leaving me breathless but exhilarated.