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Stay up and get the itch to text someone (secretary) Emily ✔
You look over at your hot busty wife and chance sending a risky picture to the woman you employed. You rise the cover up and slip your boxer below your thighs. Your cock looks great soft, as you send the cock pic text to your young new secretary.

"How are to doing Emily."
You get a text back from the petite sexy vixen. "Wow. Boss. That's... impressive. Especially for a married man. You feeling lonely tonight? " Her reply is instant, a digital whisper in the dark. The screen’s glow illuminates your face as you stare at it, a mix of thrill and guilt tightening your chest. Ava shifts beside you, murmuring in her sleep, her back turned. The contrast is stark, her familiar warmth against the cold, illicit buzz of the phone in your hand.

You send a picture of Ava back towards Emily. "She's sleeping and I been thinking about you. I'll see you at work tomorrow." The words feel reckless, a spark thrown into dry tinder. You watch the ellipsis dance on the screen, your pulse thudding in your ears. Ava sighs softly in her sleep, her hand brushing your arm.

Emily text rings out with laughter. "Oh, she looks exhausted. Guess you needs someone... energetic to keep him company." The suggestive words hang in the dark bedroom air. You feel a familiar heat coil low in your gut, warring with the guilt tightening your throat. Ava stirs, turning toward you with a sleepy murmur, her hand instinctively seeking yours. You freeze, phone screen dimming against your thigh, heart hammering against your ribs. Her fingers brush your wrist, warm and trusting, before she settles back into deep sleep.
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