One of the hottest s***** moments of my life is something I still get off to years later. I had a secret gay relationship with my married boss at the cabinet making workshop I worked at. He hated his wife. We would meet every once in a while at the workshop at night, and I’d provide him with whatever his wife wouldn’t. He would tell his wife he had to do some extra work. His office was located in a comfortable upstairs loft, complete with a sofa, accessed by stairs, but completely open to the workshop on one side. I guess his wife eventually caught on and decided to check in on one of our “evenings”. I’ll never forget the look on her face as she climbed the stairs to discover the source of all the moaning. There we were, her husband reclined on the sofa with me riding his thick c*** r**************, full frontal bobbing up and down. The moment is this: When she saw us, she stopped, we didn’t, and I laughed. I screamed my pleasure while that woman’s face watched on in disbelief. Her husband made no attempt to stop until completion. I left them to discuss.