She was wearing a dark colored skirt suit with jacket to match. The jacket was not buttoned and her shirt was exposing some cleavage. Her legs were sp...ead enough that I could see slightly up her skirt, she was not wearing any leg stockings like always and I could see she was wearing some sexy white lace underwear. With all the moving around she must have been doing in her chair I could see the panties were splitting her pussy lips apart. I could not believe my luck, I have always found my boss. I knew her, her name was Susanne, we had worked in the same company two years before. I knew she was married and had a little daughter, I kew where she lived – and I knew she wasn’t interested in art at all.It was a busy day in the shop, lots of customers, but Susanne was there all the time, looked at everything and pulled out books and leafed through them in the reading corner. I realised she wasn’t here because of a sudden rise in her interest in art – it had to be because of me! This. He likes to go out with friends and play the high roller. It must seem like déjà vu all over again; that was part of her problem with Jerry. They had a bit of a blow out last night and Beverly is not a happy camper."Normally I didn't date married women. I had an experience that sort of soured me on that idea. About three months before Beverly I met Jackie at a bar and we hit it off. The next night was Saturday and I took her to dinner and dancing afterwards. Later that night we were in her. Coming home from work I only had one thing on my mind. Sex. Hard, rough, kinky sex. I hadn't been able to focus all day. Lucky for me there wasn't much work to be done. On the way home I planned it out in my mind. I would surprise my boyfriend Mark when I got home. Chances are he would be taking a nap in our room. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed another car. It wasn't his and I was a bit worried. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions so I just went inside being careful not to make.