Catching The Boss's Wife

Elias shows up at the house just to grab some papers. Door's open. Weird. Then he hears noises, the kind that don't sound like vacuuming. He rounds the corner and there's his boss's wife, Athena, buck-naked on a blow-up mattress. She blinks, grins, tells him she's learning Nuru massage and could really use a body to practice on. Him, specifically. Elias stammers. His pants already have thoughts of their own, but he tries to play the dutiful assistant, muttering about dropping the files off before his boss gets suspicious. Athena reads the room, laughs low, and purrs that hard workers like him deserve a treat. Plus, she'll cover for him; she'll tell hubby he stuck around to help her move a couch. Promise. He caves. Clothes hit the floor. She slicks herself and him with warm, slippery oil, climbs on, skin sliding against skin. Every glide pulls him deeper under. Elias keeps flashing embarrassed glances at his own hard-on, but Athena moans that there's nothing to hide. The message flips to pure heat; pretty soon "helping her out" turns into straight-up sex right there on the slick mat, bodies tangled, papers forgotten on the hallway floor.