Hey there, the experience I’m writing down here (obviously) features cheating, so if you don’t like that, please just go somewhere else. I don’t need any moral tutoring, you’re not going to change the way I act anyway. Some info on me: I’m 1.68m/5ft6in, I’m blonde, slim, but with D cup size breasts. I’m generally considered to look really well, I’d say. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if there are some small mistakes in the text.

My husband is working in a relatively small local factory that belongs to a company that was founded and is owned by an entrepreneur we’ll call “M”. M is in his mid 30s and like I said, he founded and owns the company my husband is working for so he is known pretty well around here as the young, successful, local businessman. He is living in a nice big house and is obviously very wealthy. And he’s also single. My husband is working for his company, so M is his boss, although there are also people in the hierarchy between them, so M is basically the boss of my husband’s boss. My husband sometimes comes across M at work and he doesn’t like him, he says M is arrogant and an asshole.

So fast forward to two years ago. The company has an annual summer company party (or at least had one before the pandemic) and it is common for the employees to bring their SOs to the party. I wore a nice dress as it was kinda formal (most men wear suits etc). It was an okay night, lots of people, a few drinks etc. Some time that night, I ran into M and he approached me. We started to talk, he was really nice, smart and funny. You could also right away tell that he found me attractive as he glanced at my cleavage a few times and he was a bit flirty. We talked for maybe 15 or 20 minutes (with a few interruptions because people wanted to talk to him) and it was a good chat. He was genuinely nice and funny and I have to admit I was already attracted to him at that moment. At the end he asked me if I wanted to hang out at his mansion some time. I said that it would probably be fun but it would possibly not sit well with my husband. He just smiled and said that I don’t need to worry, I could just come at a time when he wouldn’t notice and that I didn’t need to tell my husband. Then he said: “Give me your phone, please”, I handed it to him and he saved his number in my phone (I later edited his name to that of a co-worker of mine). Then he told me to text him and said bye.

A few days later I did and after a few messages he asked when I wanted to come to his mansion. First, I tried to text my way out of that but after some messages I agreed to visit him when my husband was on a work safety seminar two weeks later. So, when that time came by, I was getting a bit nervous as I didn’t know what to expect. It was really hot that day so I decided to wear a revealing short dress with much cleavage (and I guess that I found M attractive helped for that choice too). Like I said, I was nervous but I was also a bit curious and looking forward to this as the conversation at the company party was great and I was excited to see how his nice big house would look like. It also just felt exciting because it was kind of a secret and the “bad” thing to do.

So, I drove to his mansion, parked my car where it wasn’t visible from the street and rang the doorbell. He was answering the door just in short pants (it was super hot that day so that didn’t really feel inappropriate) which was nice since he has a very nice body (he has a home gym and works out regularly). We had a long hello-hug which was nice since I could enjoy his muscles a bit that way. He said that I looked beautiful, asked if I wanted to drink something and if I wanted a tour around the house. I said sure and he showed me around his really nice place. It has swimming pools, a home gym, a home cinema, a big garage with multiple expensive cars in it, two extremely nice kitchens etc. During the tour he was already touching me at the hips and shoulders sometimes which was a bit unsuspected but I surely didn’t mind. I was a bit nervous at the beginning but I felt comfortable quickly. M didn’t fail to impress me with his nice mansion and his hot body and I noticed that I felt really horny.

At the end of the tour M wanted to show me his master’s bedroom (I believe that’s the right term, like the main bedroom of the house). It was upstairs and when I wanted to step on the stairs he suddenly took me and carried me all the way to his bedroom. I was giggling really hard because of the surprise and the situation and he took the opportunity and was touching my butt while he carried me upstairs. Then he showed me his bedroom with a jacuzzi, a really big and great bed, big windows and a nice couch, everything just looked expensive there. He showed me around the room and finally we sat down on the couch. We started to chat and I leaned against his body, stroking his sixpack a bit. The conversation turned to how M was my husband’s boss and how he could command him around if he wanted and generally what a great guy he is. I could definitely tell what my husband meant when he said that M was arrogant, he clearly was at that moment but somehow that made me really horny and wet. I asked him why an attractive rich man like him doesn’t have a woman by his side and he said he didn’t need to have one. He went on and bragged a bit about his wealth and general success and at that point I was just complimenting him. Meanwhile M was getting more touchy around my butt and hips which I certainly liked at that point.

After some time, M proposed to go into the jacuzzi because it was that hot. I replied that I don’t have a bikini or bathing suit with me to which he of course said that I wouldn’t need one. I laughed and said that I didn’t want to do that anyway but after that I slowly said “But… you know, if you think it’s too hot, you can take off your shorts if you want to” and looked at him with a “special” smile that I imagine was telling. A short giggle came out of his mouth and he then stood up in front of me and stripped down his shorts and underpants, exposing his massive, half-hard dick. Although I imagined a man of M’s stature to have an at least decent sized cock his dick was even bigger and better-looking than I expected. I looked at his penis, smiled and looked in his face. He was standing there with a smile and a “it is what it is”-kinda gesture.

I continued to look into his eyes, removed my dress and my panties, sank down on my knees in front of him and started sucking his big cock. I sucked his dick hard and told him how hot he was, how his dick is so much bigger than my husband’s and how he generally is just better than him. He played with my tits, complimented me and said that the moment he saw me, he knew he was going to fuck me. After a few minutes, he was taking me up, carried me to the bed, threw me on it, took a condom out of his bedside cabinet and took it on. He fucked me standing while I was laying on my back on the bed for quite some time and it was unbelievably good. He was just fucking the shit out of me. He then fucked me in some other positions like missionary until he finished. After that we were cuddling, mostly saying nothing. Since my husband was away from home on the workplace security seminar I was able to stay the night and we fucked a three more times (twice on the same day, once the next morning). We started seeing each other quite often. We made up a meeting point in the woods where I would go by bicycle and he would pick me up so that nobody was getting suspicious. We normally just fucked at his place but once we fucked at our place since he wanted to fuck me in my martial bed. We did that while my husband was at work, so that was making the whole thing even hotter: My husband was working for M’s company while he was at his home, fucking me better than my husband ever could. This is what I find really hot about that situation in general: M being above my husband in the work hierarchy, the social hierarchy, just being generally hotter and with all of that just being able to invite me to his place, take me and fuck me as he pleases because he is just superior. M is also allowed to do things that my husband is not or just rarely like tittyfucking me (husband only is allowed to do that on special occasions) or taking pictures and videos of me during sex (husband would never be allowed to do that).

So, this is how I ended up having an affair with my husband’s boss for two years now. I really like things the way they are right now. M and I are very careful and are rather not seeing us if we think it would be too “dangerous”, so I am certain my husband has no clue. The sex with my husband is good, but with M it’s just brilliant and I don’t want to miss that. Since I’m on birth control anyway, we got rid of the condoms the second time we were seeing each other and now I’m always looking forward to the next time I’m going to get fucked in that nice mansion by that attractive, rich man.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.