Winning the mistress - 1

Listen, this is my first story, but I'll try to stay true to the story.
My name is Jefferson, real name, I'm 28 years old, and at the time of the incident I was 22 years old. My wife's name was Victoria (not her real name) and she was 29 years old at the time.
I worked for a collection company, and I had Victoria and her husband as my bosses, and I worked with one other person in addition to the two of them, because at the beginning we had a superficial relationship.
As time went on, we became friends and confidants.
One Friday afternoon my coworker had returned to her home in a nearby town, and Victoria's husband was at home, having left earlier that day.
Victoria and I were sorting checks that were going to be deposited that day, she was sitting at her desk and I was on the other side of the desk, and we always exchanged a few glances, shy of course, because her husband lived with us every day, and because we were afraid that he would suspect us.
Since we knew we were alone that afternoon, we allowed each other to exchange more intense glances, and when I realized myself, my leg was slowly rubbing her legs.
When I looked into her eyes I noticed her gaze fixed on me, when she gave a smile breaking the fear of the moment.
Still looking into her eyes, I let my hand go up her legs, when I could feel her soft, fragrant skin.
When my hand touched her skin, I felt a slight whisper from her, at which I got up from the chair and positioned myself behind the chair she was sitting in, and began to massage her shoulders, when I lowered myself into her ear and told her that I had always wanted her.
She was silent for a few seconds, and soon afterwards said that her glances at me brought with them the desire of my touch, my voice in her ear.
I couldn't resist and from her shoulders I lowered my hand to her breasts, still covered by a champagne bra and a yellow blouse she wore in the day. I heard her soft voice saying that my hand was very soft, and that she wanted a ride on her body with my hands.
At that moment, my dick was barking inside my underwear, and I took the leap to release her beautiful breasts.
They were beautiful, medium, small beaks, and I started sucking, circling my tongue around the beaks, alternating with stronger sucks, and I got mine to take off her panties on the side, and I started stroking her with my fingers.
As I passed my tongue over his beak I noticed that his hard-on increased, which made me kneel on the floor and opening my zipper pulled my stick out and started passing my tongue over his head and giving light nibbles, and started sucking it more willingly.
I asked her if she wanted my milkshake, and she said with a silly smile on her face that she wanted it in her mouth.
By that time, I had already, with my bony legs of excitement, unleashed a hot, voluminous mockery into his mouth, which did not drop a single drop, drying my entire dick with my mouth.
The feeling of being sucked by my boss was wonderful, especially knowing that it was happening during work hours and that at any moment someone could arrive.
That day, I still couldn't fuck my mistress, which didn't happen until the following Friday... I'll tell the ending in the next story to leave a taste of I want more...
I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe I didn't bring in too much rich detail, but I'm learning...
A hug to all and a kiss to all!