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After finishing his last job for the day, John headed back to his boss's house to return the truck and trailer. As he parked in the driveway and got out, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. It was his boss's wife again, looking even more stunning in a different outfit, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders.

She walked up to John with a small smile playing on her lips. "Hey there, birthday boy. How was your day?"

John grinned, feeling a surge of boldness within him. "It was a good day,

but it's about to get even better now that I get to see you again." She chuckles softly, the sound like music to his ears.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, John ," she replies, her voice lower and huskier than before. "I actually baked a cake for your birthday. Would you like to come inside and cool off with a slice?"

John 's heart races at the invitation, his mind conjuring up all sorts of delicious scenarios that could unfold behind closed doors. He had watched too much porn as he imagined fucking the bosses wife, he pushes those images aside so he does not pop a boner and with a charming smile, he nods eagerly. "I would love to, thank you."

She leads the way inside, the scent of freshly baked cake wafting through the air. The house is cool and inviting, a stark contrast to the heat of the day outside. John follows her into the kitchen, his eyes drawn to the way her hips sway with each step.

She cuts a generous slice of cake and places it on a plate for him, her fingers brushing against his ever so slightly as she hands it over. Their eyes meet, and the tension between them is palpable.

"Happy birthday, John ," she says softly, her voice laced with seduction. He takes the plate and looks down at the cake, but his thoughts are far from dessert.

John takes a bite of the cake, and it's deliciously moist and sweet. He can't help but wonder how the woman before him would taste. He swallows, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You didn't have to do this," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, his words fueled by desire.

She smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Consider it a gift from me to you," she replies.