The boss's wife, Irene Peters, was insanely hot. She would often just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me.

I couldn't help myself and snapped a quick photo. Then I ducked into the restroom, staring at it while pleasuring myself.

I was halfway through when the door suddenly swung open. Irene stood there, staring at me with her eyes wide.

"Wow, how are you that big? And what were you doing, taking pictures of me?"

I jumped, scrambling to pull my pants back up.

But instead of getting mad, she looked almost amused.

"You're done for. I'm telling Fabian."

A minute later, my boss, Fabian Peters, showed up. I braced myself, expecting to get chewed out or fired on the spot.

Instead, he stuffed a wad of cash into my hand.

"My wife hasn't been able to get pregnant," he said. "You're well-built. Help me out."

My name was Chandler Poe. I worked at a small company run by a married couple.

The boss's wife, Irene Peters, sat right next to me. Every day, she showed up in tight pencil skirts, her long legs impossible to ignore.

The worst part was that she loved slipping off her heels. She would just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me.

I was a young guy. There was only so much I could take.

Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it.

And that was when my boss, Fabian Peters, caught me in the act.

I was already preparing for the worst, thinking I would be fired on the spot.

But instead, he handed me money and told me to sleep with his wife.

Staring at that thick stack of cash, I honestly felt like I was dreaming.

When I hesitated, Fabian frowned. "What? You don't think my wife's attractive?"

"No, no, it's not that," I said quickly, waving my hands. But before I could finish, he cut me off.

"Then what?"

"I-It's just…"

He let out a breath. "I've been to the hospital. I'm infertile, so I can't have kids. My wife mentioned earlier that you're well-built. I need you to help me give her one."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had been working here for years. How the hell did I not know Fabian was into being cheated on?

Still, I wasn't about to say no.

I took the money and asked, "Does Mrs. Peters know about this?"

Fabian clicked his tongue, looking uneasy.

"Not yet. I brought it up before, and she refused. So, yeah… It's not exactly simple."

I thought back to what Irene had said when she caught me.

"Wow, how are you that big?"

Fabian probably couldn't satisfy her. A woman like that probably had needs she wasn't getting met.

I patted my chest confidently. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

When I came out of the restroom, Irene was still looking at me like she was enjoying the situation.

I sneered inside.

She could laugh all she wanted now. Tonight, she wouldn't be smiling.

That evening, I stopped by a florist and picked up a few bouquets before heading to her place to apologize.

When she opened the door, she was wearing pink house slippers. Her toes pressed softly against sheer stockings, delicate and almost glowing under the light.

I couldn't help but notice her chest. She must've ditched her bra the second she walked through the door. Through that flimsy top, I could see two little hints of something that sent my imagination into overdrive. My whole body reacted before my brain could catch up.

She frowned when she saw me. "What are you doing here? Fabian didn't fire you?"

I held out the flowers. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I wanted to come by and apologize properly."

She took the flowers, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, at least you've got some manners. Come in. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you keep your job."

I slipped on a pair of house slippers and followed her inside.

Fabian was already sitting on the couch. When he saw me, he looked satisfied, as if everything was going according to plan.

With the flowers in my hands, I couldn't grab anything else, so I said to Irene, "Mrs. Peters, I got you a little gift, too. It's in my pocket. Mind grabbing it for me?"

I turned slightly, showing her my left pocket.

She didn't think twice and reached in.

"Oh? What'd you bring me?"

I smirked.

The moment her hand slipped inside, I twisted my body just enough.

And just like that, her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft.

Irene's soft hand made my whole body jolt. It was way too delicate, taken care of way too well.

Irene looked at me, clearly surprised, but there wasn't even a hint of anger on her face.

"You've got some nerve. What exactly were you trying to make me touch?"

I let out a sheepish laugh. "Sorry, my mistake. It's actually in my right pocket."

I set the flowers down and pulled out a small gold ring.

Truth was, I had picked it up from a street stall for a dollar.

The moment Irene saw the ring, her face lit up with excitement.

Women like her were the easiest to hook. She had strong desires and always dressed to turn heads. At the end of the day, it was all about getting attention.

But if you so much as glanced a little too long, she would call you a creep. She would say one thing out loud, but feel another inside.

What she really lacked was attention. If I got the chance, I would make sure she got plenty of it..

And now that Fabian had handed me this opportunity, there was no way I was letting it slip.

Fabian knew I was coming tonight, and he had already set up a full spread.

I took one look at the table. There were steak, oysters, and roasted asparagus. All the classic "stamina-boosting" stuff.

The guy was obviously desperate for a kid. He couldn't wait to make sure I delivered.

Halfway through the meal, I deliberately dropped my fork and bent down to pick it up.

Under the table, Irene's legs were right there, crossed lightly at the ankles. Up close like this, I almost lost control.

She wouldn't even let me get a quick photo during the day, and now, it was right in front of me. I had to fight the urge to take them in my mouth and hold them there.

I crouched down and brought my nose to the tips of her toes, inhaling deeply.

That scent was intoxicating.

You would think that after wearing heels and stockings all day, Irene's feet would smell. But no. There was this faint, sweet fragrance instead. It was absolutely perfect.

I only meant to take one sniff and pull back. But when I looked up, I saw her legs parted just slightly. And underneath that skirt? Nothing.

Holy hell. She had been sitting next to me at work this whole time, completely commando.

The second that realization hit, it was like a thousand ants started crawling under my skin. There was an itch I couldn't reach, deep in my bones.

What really got me was the fact that she was barely trimmed down there. And those two soft lips were such a delicate pink. Clearly, no one had ever really taken the time to explore her. No wonder she had such a strong appetite.

I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I wanted so badly to taste her.

But what if she got mad? What if I was too rough?

Screw it. Fabian already gave his blessing. It was going to happen sooner or later. Might as well be now.

I grabbed her thighs, pressed my palms flat, and pushed them apart.

Irene felt it and immediately clamped her legs shut.

But I didn't give her a chance. I forced them open and pressed my whole mouth against her.

And I sucked. Hard.

A soft grunt escaped her lips. And then she started flowing like a stream.

I lapped her up like a dog drinking water, my tongue going wild. The more I drank, the more she gave.

She tasted salty.

But Irene didn't scream or push me away. Instead, she spread her legs wider and wrapped both of them tight around my head, locking me in place.

Yeah. She was hungry, alright. Fabian had never been able to satisfy her. She was desperate for it.

Right there, right in front of her own husband, she let someone else devour her.

Fabian had no idea what was happening. He just saw Irene's flushed cheeks and her brow furrowed tight.

"What's wrong? Food not good?" he asked, concerned.

The moment I heard his voice, I pulled back fast and slid out from under the table, grabbing a napkin and wiping off the fork.

"Man, that fork really rolled far. Took me a while to find it."

Irene lowered her head, avoiding my eyes.

Fabian still had no clue I had already made a move. He even stood up, giving us space on purpose.

"I'm done eating. You two go ahead. I'll clean up in the kitchen."

With that, he headed off, leaving us alone.

I locked eyes with Irene.

Her face was flushed, soft and pink, and she said in a low voice, "Chandler, you've got some nerve. My husband's right here."

I moved closer and sat beside her, my gaze fixed on the faint outline beneath her blouse. "What's there to be scared of? That feeling just now was pretty exciting, wasn't it?"

Irene hesitated, then gave a small, shy nod.

This woman. Just hours ago, she was talking about firing me. Now she was sitting there, letting me do whatever I wanted.

Like they say, the only road to a woman's heart is the one down below.

Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, I reached out without hesitation and grabbed hold of both her soft mounds.

Damn. If I had known Fabian would ask me for this favor, I would've been groping her at work every single day.

Irene actually seemed like she was enjoying it. She even started undoing her own buttons.

And then her big, perky pair just bounced right out in front of me.

So big. So pale. So damn sexy.

Her soft curves squirming under my palm, changing shape every which way I wanted. Irene leaned back in her chair, completely giving in, savoring every second of it.

From the kitchen came the loud clatter of dishes. Irene tensed, clearly afraid he might notice. After a while, she reluctantly pulled her clothes back together.

"Okay, that's enough. He might see."

Only then did I pull my hands back. The look on her face, flushed and dazed, filled me with a quiet satisfaction.

A moment later, Fabian came back from the kitchen, wiping down the table.

Irene immediately stiffened, her expression uneasy, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

"I'm going to the restroom," she said quickly. "You two talk."

Her legs pressed tightly together as she hurried off, disappearing into the bathroom.

The way she moved made it obvious. She couldn't take it anymore and was going to take care of it herself.

Fabian glanced at me, confused, then leaned in and asked under his breath, "Why does she look so worked up? Have you made a move already?"

I nodded. "Everything's on track. Tonight, I'll finish the job."

Fabian glanced toward the bathroom, then tilted his chin at me. "Go in now. And don't say I told you to."

"Got it."

I got up and headed to the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, I could just make out a gorgeous silhouette inside, standing with her legs apart.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. Then I pushed the door open.

Sure enough, Irene was in there taking care of herself. Her skirt was hitched all the way up to her waist, and I had a full, unobstructed view of everything from her thighs on down.

It was absolutely beautiful.

The moment she saw me step in, she panicked and yanked her skirt back down.

"Wh-what are you doing? Who told you to come in?"

Her voice was full of fake anger, but I didn't give a damn. I just shut the door behind me and slowly walked toward her.

"Feeling all frustrated, huh? Let me help you out."

Irene hadn't expected me to be this forward. She froze, crossing her arms over her chest like she was protecting herself.

"D-Don't you dare. Fabian is still right outside. Get out. Now!"

I yanked her skirt right up to her waist, my thick hardness pressing against her most private place.

"So what if he finds out? I'm not scared of him."

Women like a man who takes charge. The second I got aggressive, Irene was already soaked through. Her whole body went soft and pliant under me.

As it turned out, the best aphrodisiac in the world is just a little danger.

I pinned her hands down on the toilet seat, her round bottom sticking up high in the air.

"No… Please don't… Fabian is right outside…"

I pressed myself against her soft, pink core, gripped her slender waist with both hands, and thrust forward hard.

She completely lost it. Her legs gave out, and she nearly crumpled to the floor.

"Hmm… Oh… Go easy…"

"Stop pretending you don't want this. Let me take care of you."

The second the words left my mouth, I undid my pants, took myself in hand, and lined up with Irene.

And she actually arched back to meet me.