"Mrs. Carter, are you sure—” His voice cracked, low and desperate, as I pressed my palm against the growing bulge in his jeans."Shh." I silenced him with a finger to his lips, my heart racing as I leaned in closer. His breath hitched, his eyes wide and pleading, but I could see the hunger in them too. "You’ve wanted this for weeks, haven’t you? Don’t lie to me now."He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands found my hips, gripping me with a firmness that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his pulse quickened under my touch. My fingers traced the outline of his erection through the denim, and he groaned, his head falling back against the wall of my office."Tell me you want this," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. His hands trembled as he pulled me closer, his body pressing into mine with a urgency that made my knees weak."I do," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "God, I do."And then his lips were on mine, hot and demanding, and I forgot everything—everything—except the feel of his body against mine.---It started innocently enough.My husband, Robert, had been living abroad for nearly a year, working as a visiting professor at a university in Tokyo. The distance was hard, but we made it work with regular calls and emails. Still, the loneliness was palpable, especially in the quiet hours of the night.I threw myself into my work, taking on more responsibilities at the college where I served as an administrative assistant. It was there, in the bustling corridors of the humanities building, that I first noticed him.Ethan.He was one of Robert’s students—a bright, handsome young man with a mischievous smile and an easy charm. At first, I thought nothing of it. He was polite, charming even, but it wasn’t until he started lingering in my office that I began to notice the way he looked at me."Do you always work this late, Mrs. Carter?" he asked one evening, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed."I could ask you the same," I replied, glancing up from my computer.He chuckled, running a hand through his dark curls. "I’m just trying to get ahead on my thesis. Professor Carter’s a tough critic."I smiled, but there was something in his tone—a subtle hint of flirtation—that made my stomach flutter. I brushed it off as wishful thinking, but the compliments started soon after."You look stunning today, Mrs. Carter," he’d say, his eyes lingering on me a little too long.Or, "You’re not like the other women here. You’ve got this… confidence about you."At first, I laughed it off, chalking it up to his youthful exuberance. But then the touches started—brief, accidental brushes of his hand against mine, or the way he’d lean in a little too close when he spoke to me.One afternoon, as I was sorting through files in the storage room, he appeared out of nowhere."Need a hand?" he asked, his voice soft and low."Ethan," I gasped, my heart racing. "You scared me.""Sorry," he murmured, stepping closer. "I couldn’t resist."His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. My breath caught as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm."You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve told him to stop, but I didn’t. Instead, I stood there, frozen, as he closed the distance between us, his body pressing into mine."Ethan," I whispered, my voice barely audible."Tell me to stop," he said, his lips hovering just inches from mine.But I couldn’t.---Now, here we were, tangled together in the dim glow of my office, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that mirrored my own."You’re driving me crazy," he breathed, his lips trailing down my neck.I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he lifted me onto the edge of my desk, scattering papers in every direction. His hands slid under my skirt, pushing it up around my waist, and I gasped as his fingers found the lace edge of my panties."Ethan," I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation."I need you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Now."I nodded, unable to form the words as he pulled my panties down and tossed them aside. His hands slid up my thighs, spreading them apart, and I cried out as he entered me in one swift, desperate thrust.The sensation was overwhelming—electric—as he filled me completely, his body moving against mine with a rhythm that left me breathless."Oh God," I moaned, my nails scraping down his back."You feel so good," he growled, his hips slamming into mine with increasing urgency.The sound of our panting breaths echoed through the room, mingling with the soft creak of the desk beneath us. Every touch, every movement, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I clung to him, desperate for more."Harder," I begged, my voice trembling with need.He obeyed, his thrusts growing faster, harder, until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy."I’m so close," he gasped, his body shuddering against mine."Me too," I cried, my legs tightening around his waist.And then, with one final, powerful thrust, we both came undone, our bodies convulsing together in a wave of pure, unbridled pleasure. I felt his seed spilled inside me, warm and thick. I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn't have let him cum inside me. It's risky, I could get pregnant. But at that moment, I really did not care. All I know is I needed this; I craved it."Ethan," I whispered, my voice breaking as I clung to him, my body trembling with the aftershocks.He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Mrs. Carter—""Alex," I corrected, my voice soft but firm. "Call me Alex.""Alex," he said, his lips brushing against my ear.His hand reached for mine, our fingers intertwining as we shared a moment—"I know you're married, and I know you're lonely. You can use me, Alex. Use me however you want," he said, his voice soft and almost desperate. I know I shouldn't. But at that moment, I knew this was not a one-time thing.

"Mrs. Carter, are you sure—” His voice cracked, low and desperate, as I pressed my palm against the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Shh." I silenced him with a finger to his lips, my heart racing as I leaned in closer. His breath hitched, his eyes wide and pleading, but I could see the hunger in them too. "You’ve wanted this for weeks, haven’t you? Don’t lie to me now."

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands found my hips, gripping me with a firmness that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his pulse quickened under my touch. My fingers traced the outline of his erection through the denim, and he groaned, his head falling back against the wall of my office.

"Tell me you want this," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. His hands trembled as he pulled me closer, his body pressing into mine with a urgency that made my knees weak.

"I do," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "God, I do."

And then his lips were on mine, hot and demanding, and I forgot everything—everything—except the feel of his body against mine.

---

It started innocently enough.

My husband, Robert, had been living abroad for nearly a year, working as a visiting professor at a university in Tokyo. The distance was hard, but we made it work with regular calls and emails. Still, the loneliness was palpable, especially in the quiet hours of the night.

I threw myself into my work, taking on more responsibilities at the college where I served as an administrative assistant. It was there, in the bustling corridors of the humanities building, that I first noticed him.

Ethan.

He was one of Robert’s students—a bright, handsome young man with a mischievous smile and an easy charm. At first, I thought nothing of it. He was polite, charming even, but it wasn’t until he started lingering in my office that I began to notice the way he looked at me.

"Do you always work this late, Mrs. Carter?" he asked one evening, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"I could ask you the same," I replied, glancing up from my computer.

He chuckled, running a hand through his dark curls. "I’m just trying to get ahead on my thesis. Professor Carter’s a tough critic."

I smiled, but there was something in his tone—a subtle hint of flirtation—that made my stomach flutter. I brushed it off as wishful thinking, but the compliments started soon after.

"You look stunning today, Mrs. Carter," he’d say, his eyes lingering on me a little too long.

Or, "You’re not like the other women here. You’ve got this… confidence about you."

At first, I laughed it off, chalking it up to his youthful exuberance. But then the touches started—brief, accidental brushes of his hand against mine, or the way he’d lean in a little too close when he spoke to me.

One afternoon, as I was sorting through files in the storage room, he appeared out of nowhere.

"Need a hand?" he asked, his voice soft and low.

"Ethan," I gasped, my heart racing. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he murmured, stepping closer. "I couldn’t resist."

His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. My breath caught as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve told him to stop, but I didn’t. Instead, I stood there, frozen, as he closed the distance between us, his body pressing into mine.

"Ethan," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his lips hovering just inches from mine.

But I couldn’t.

---

Now, here we were, tangled together in the dim glow of my office, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that mirrored my own.

"You’re driving me crazy," he breathed, his lips trailing down my neck.

I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he lifted me onto the edge of my desk, scattering papers in every direction. His hands slid under my skirt, pushing it up around my waist, and I gasped as his fingers found the lace edge of my panties.

"Ethan," I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation.

"I need you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Now."

I nodded, unable to form the words as he pulled my panties down and tossed them aside. His hands slid up my thighs, spreading them apart, and I cried out as he entered me in one swift, desperate thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming—electric—as he filled me completely, his body moving against mine with a rhythm that left me breathless.

"Oh God," I moaned, my nails scraping down his back.

"You feel so good," he growled, his hips slamming into mine with increasing urgency.

The sound of our panting breaths echoed through the room, mingling with the soft creak of the desk beneath us. Every touch, every movement, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I clung to him, desperate for more.

"Harder," I begged, my voice trembling with need.

He obeyed, his thrusts growing faster, harder, until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"I’m so close," he gasped, his body shuddering against mine.

"Me too," I cried, my legs tightening around his waist.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, we both came undone, our bodies convulsing together in a wave of pure, unbridled pleasure. I felt his seed spilled inside me, warm and thick.

I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn't have let him cum inside me. It's risky, I could get pregnant. But at that moment, I really did not care. All I know is I needed this; I craved it.

"Ethan," I whispered, my voice breaking as I clung to him, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Mrs. Carter—"

"Alex," I corrected, my voice soft but firm. "Call me Alex."

"Alex," he said, his lips brushing against my ear.

His hand reached for mine, our fingers intertwining as we shared a moment—

"I know you're married, and I know you're lonely. You can use me, Alex. Use me however you want," he said, his voice soft and almost desperate.

I know I shouldn't. But at that moment, I knew this was not a one-time thing.

A lonely housewife, married to a professor living abroad, finds herself drawn into a passionate affair with one of her husband's students.

The young man's persistent compliments and touches ignite a forbidden desire within her, leading to a raw and intense sexual encounter in her office.

Desperate Touches

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