π It started with a window… and ended with a secret we still keep. I had just moved into our quiet neighborhood in Ohio, USA — where people mow their lawns on Sundays and smile at each other from across the street. Everything looked “perfect”… until one night I caught my husband staring through our bedroom window, fixated. “What are you watching?” I whispered. He jumped. “Nothing… just checking the blinds.” But curiosity killed me faster than guilt. I pulled the curtain slightly… and there she was — our new neighbor, in her early 30s, brown curls, gym shorts… and no bra. I should’ve been angry. But instead, something inside me switched on. That night, instead of fighting… we ended up in bed, hotter than we’d been in months. My mind kept going back to her. And the next day? I saw her smiling at me from across the lawn — like she knew. ⸻ π The Night That Changed Everything Two weeks later, she knocked. “Your husband left his package in front of our door,” she smirked. “But I ...
I hesitate to correlate a profession with slute ness. But
somehow, there's something about the medical profession that fits the stereotype.
She was Punjabi and was she curvy or what!
We met through a dating app, and as slugty as she was, we both got noked and jumped into bed on the first date. But we didn't fu that day. We just lay nered in bed, made out and caressed each other's bodies before falling asleep.
Sometimes slow is good.
Gradually, our encounters became increasingly adventurous. I got her sexy black lingerie and she got a couple of bikinis for our special days. Her 34/28/36 figure was a stunner. And she could fu @ for hours. Riding was really really her thing. She used to gag on my cox, but with time I tamed her and taught her to swallow! Pineapple became our favourite fruit though I couldn't never tell whether it works!
Some days when I was in office, she would sent me a text saying she was ho ay, and a picture of her pasties down from the ladies room. She'd then ask me to head to the restroom. Once inside the loo, I'd video call her. And she would begin stOpping! Those green scrubs would start falling to the floor. And, there she'd be - ked inside a damn hospital! She'd finger herself for me and I'd je@off.
We'd both make each other smile and get back to work with promises to fu over the weekend.
And that's how you recharge at work :D
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