Chapter 1: Introduction
The office party was in full swing, the dimmed lights casting a warm, intimate glow over the open space. The usual hum of keyboards and murmured phone calls had been replaced by laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of music from the DJ’s speakers. Atlantis swayed slightly on her feet, the third glass of wine loosening her usual professional composure. She wasn’t drunk—just *buzzed*, that perfect, floaty feeling where everything felt a little sharper, a little brighter.
Ethan walked up behind her and put his hand on her back and asked if she wanted to dance. Atlantis hesitated for a second, glancing at the way his fingers lingered a little too long on her waist. She had spent the entire day with him—helping him navigate the office, laughing at his awkward jokes, even letting him sit next to her at lunch. He was sweet, in that earnest, puppy-dog way, and she liked the way his eyes lit up when she talked. But dancing? That felt like crossing a line.
Still, the wine had her feeling generous. "Sure," she said, turning to face him with a smile. "But no grinding. I’m married, remember?"
Ethan’s grin was all teeth.
"No grinding? That’s no fun." He took her hand before she could protest, pulling her toward the makeshift dance floor where a few other coworkers swayed to the slow, pulsing beat. The music was loud enough to drown out conversation but not so loud that the bass didn’t thump through the soles of her heels.
Atlantis laughed, letting him lead her into the crowd. "You’re pushy for someone who’s still learning how to use the copier," she teased.
Ethan’s grip tightened just a fraction too much. "I learn fast."
She arched a brow. "Is that so?"
He nodded, his dark eyes locked onto hers. "Yeah.
Fast learner." Ethan’s voice was low, almost a growl, and Atlantis felt a flicker of something—excitement? Nervousness?—curl in her stomach. She was used to being the one in control, the one who set the tone. But Ethan wasn’t playing by the usual rules.
The music shifted to something slower, the bass heavy and insistent. Ethan stepped closer, his hands sliding to her hips, pulling her against him. Atlantis stiffened, her fingers pressing lightly against his chest.
"Ethan—"
"Just dancing," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Like you said."
She should have stopped him. She *knew* she should have.
But the wine, the music, the way his hands felt—warm and firm—on her hips made her hesitate. Just for a second. Just long enough for him to press closer, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind.
Atlantis exhaled sharply, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Ethan—"
"Relax," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You’re tense."
She *was* tense. Tense and confused and—*God*—why did this feel so good? She wasn’t supposed to be here like this.
Not with him. Not like this.
But the wine had loosened her inhibitions, and the music pulsed through her body, making it hard to think straight. Ethan’s hands were warm on her hips, his body pressing against hers in a way that was undeniably intimate. She *knew* she should have.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she let herself sway with him, her breath catching as she felt the hard length of him against her. *Oh.*
Her eyes flicked up to his face. He was watching her, his dark eyes intense, his lips slightly parted.
Atlantis swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat. She could feel him—*all* of him—pressing against her through the thin fabric of his pants. *No wonder he was so confident,* she thought, a flush creeping up her neck. *He had every reason to be.*
She should have stepped back. She should have laughed it off, patted him on the shoulder, and said, *"Goodnight, Ethan. See you Monday."* But the wine had made her bold, and the music had made her reckless, and the way he was looking at her—like he *wanted* her—made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years.
In one smooth move he twisted her around and bent her over and began grinding her ass and kind of bouncing her against his crotch. She could feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass. She was getting turned on by the way he was handling her. She had never been manhandled like this before. She was a little drunk and she was enjoying it. “Than can we slow it down a little” she said as he was basically humping her. He stopped and she turned around and looked at him. He looked so hurt that she felt bad. “It’s not you, it’s just I’m married and I don’t want to give the wrong impression” she said.
“So this isn’t a date?” he asked.
“No, it’s not a date. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I was just being friendly.”
“So you’re not into me at all?” he asked.
“No, I’m not into you. I’m married. I love my husband.”
He looked upset “god I’m sorry I read you all wrong. I hope you don’t hate me” he said. “No, of course not. You’re a great guy. You just misread the situation. It happens.” She said. “I’m sorry I’m just really into you. I know you’re married but I can’t help it. I think you’re amazing. You’re so beautiful and so smart and so kind. I just want to be with you.” He said. She felt bad for him. He was so young and so earnest. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “Your body is just amazing to. The way you feel god damn” he said. She blushed and smiled at him. "You're sweet. But I'm married. I can't do this." She said. "I know. I just wish you weren't married. I wish you were single and I could take you home and show you what a real man can do to you." He said. She laughed. "You're so bold. I like that." She said.
“Can’t we grind it out a bit more. You got me going you know” he said laughing. She laughed “oh I’m aware Ethan”. She said as she looked down at his crotch. She could see the outline of his cock. It was huge. She had never seen a cock like that before. “Come on just a few more dances” he said grinning. “Okay fine” she said smiling. “But just a few more”. She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and they started dancing. She could feel his cock rubbing against her stomach. It was so big. He whispered in her ear “god your ass is fucking gorgeous from up here”. She blushed and looked at him. “You’re so bold” she said. “I just call it like I see it” he said. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re married. You’re too perfect to be married” he said. “Well I am. And I love my husband” she said. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just really into you” he said. He turned her around and slid her ass against his cock again. This time he spanked her ass as he began grinding against her. She giggled and felt a wave of warmth from the slap. It was playful, but there was something else beneath it—something possessive, hungry. She shouldn’t have liked it. She *shouldn’t* have let it send a shiver down her spine. But she did.
The music pulsed around them, the bass vibrating through the floor, through her heels, through the soles of his shoes as he pressed closer. His hands slid down to her hips again, fingers digging in just enough to make her breath hitch. She could feel him—*all* of him—hard and thick against her back, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
His hands slid up her stomach and slowly headed towards the bottom of her big tits. She grabbed his hands and stopped them. "No no no" she said. "I'm not that kind of girl" she said. I'm sorry. I just can't help myself. You're so fucking hot" he said. "You're so beautiful. I just want to touch you" he said. "You're so young. You're so innocent" she said. "I'm not innocent. I'm a man. I know what I want" he said. "And I want you" he said. "I want to make you feel good" he said. “Let me feel them” he whispered. “Just for a second” he said. She hesitated. She knew she shouldn’t. But the way he was looking at her, the way he was talking to her, the way he was touching her—it was all so intoxicating. She was a little drunk, a little horny, and a lot turned on. She was a good girl, but she wasn’t *that* good. She let go of his hands and let him slide them up to her tits. His hands were big and warm and strong. He squeezed them gently, his fingers brushing against her nipples. She gasped and looked at him. “You like that?” he asked.
She bit her lip and nodded. He slid a hand under her dress and cupped her bare tit. “Fuck I’m so goddamn hard right now can you feel it” he groaned. “I can feel it” she said. “You’re so fucking sexy” he said. “I can’t believe I’m touching you like this” he said. “I can’t believe I’m letting you” she said. “Do you like the way it feels” he asked. She snapped out of it and backed up “I think it’s time for me to go home Ethan” she said. He looked at her with disappointment. “Already? The party’s still going” he said. “I know, but I’ve had enough to drink and I need to go home” she said. “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked. “Sure” she said. She grabbed her purse and they walked out of the party. The cool night air hit her face and she took a deep breath. She felt a little dizzy from the alcohol and the adrenaline. She was still turned on from the way he had touched her. She couldn’t believe she had let him do that. She was a married woman.
At the car she realized she was too buzzed to drive. She sighed “Ethan could you maybe bring me home” she asked. “Of course” he said. “I was hoping you would ask” he said. “I’m not asking you to bring me home so you can fuck me” she said. “I know” he said. “I just want to make sure you get home safe” he said. “I know” she said. “I’m not going to try anything” he said. “I know” she said. “I trust you” she said. “I’m just a little buzzed and I don’t want to drive” she said. “I understand” he said. “I’ll take good care of you” he said.
As they pulled up to her house heated and leaned back in the seat. She saw the tent in his pants and rolled her eyes. “Jesus you’re still hard” she said. “I told you I’m into you” he said. “You’re so fucking sexy. You can’t blame me for being hard” he said. “I’m married” she said. “But I can’t help how I feel” he said. “I’m sorry” she said. “I didn’t mean to lead you on” she said. “You didn’t” he said. “I just can’t control myself around you” he said. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “I just want to make you feel good” he said. “I had a good time Ethan but I’m going to go inside now” she said. “I’m sorry I got a little carried away” he said. “It’s okay” she said. “I had fun too” she said. She got out and was walking when she heard him get out and jog over. “What now Ethan” she said laughing. “You’re not going to try and kiss me are you” she said. “Let a guy have a kiss” he said as he approached. She sighed “whatever”. She was too tired to argue with him. He stepped up to her and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. She could feel his cock against her stomach. It was so hard. She looked up at him. He was so handsome. She felt herself getting turned on again. He leaned down and kissed her. She didn’t stop him. She kissed him back. His lips were soft and warm. He tasted like whiskey and mint. His tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned. She could feel his cock getting harder against her. He passionately made out with her as he gripped her ass and pressed her against the car. He began kissing her neck and she moaned. "You like that?" he asked. "Yes" she said. "I love it" she said. He slid his hands up her dress and grabbed her ass. "You have such a nice ass" he said. “Fuck Atlantis you’re so goddamn hot. Do you like giving head” he asked. “What?” she said. “You heard me” he said. “I’m not giving you head” she said. “But I can’t help it. I’m so fucking hard right now” he said. “I just want to feel your lips on me” he said. “I want to feel your tongue on me” he said. “I want to feel you suck me” he said. “I’m not going to do that” she said. “I can’t do that” she said. “You teased me all night with that thick ass you gotta help me out” he pleaded. He gently grabbed her hand and put it on his crotch. "Feel that?" "That's all for you. You did this to me. You can't leave me like this" he said. She felt his cock through his pants. She had never felt anything like it before. She was so turned on. She was a married woman, but she was so horny. She was so close to just giving in. She felt like she was losing control. She was so close to just giving in to her desires. She was so close to just giving in to him. She was so close to just giving in to the moment.
The way his hands felt on her, the way his cock pressed against her palm—it was all so intoxicating. But she wasn’t that kind of woman. She wasn’t the kind who gave in to temptation, who let herself be swept away by lust. She was married. She was *good*.
But then he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, *"Just one taste. That’s all I need."*
Her fingers tightened around him, and she felt the thick ridge of his cock through the fabric of his pants. *God, he was huge.* She had never been with a man like this—so young, so confident, so *hard*. She sank to her knees as she stared into his eyes. He looked down at her with a mix of lust and admiration. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His cock sprang out. It was massive. It was thick and long. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She stared at it in awe. "Fuck" she said. "You're so big" she said. "I can't believe you're this big" she said. "I know" he said. "I'm a big boy" he said. "I'm going to make you feel so good" he said.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked it.
It was so thick.
She could barely wrap her fingers around it. She had never seen anything like it. She was married to a good man, a kind man, a man who loved her. But he wasn’t like this. He wasn’t *big* like this. She felt a rush of heat between her legs. She was so close to just letting him fuck her right here. She was so close to just letting him take her. She was so close to just letting him make her feel good. She was so close to just letting him make her feel alive.
She leaned in and licked the tip of his cock. It was salty and sweet. She licked the tip again and looked up at him. He was watching her with a mix of lust and admiration. "Fuck, Atlantis, you're so fucking sexy" he said. "I can't believe you're doing this" he said. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked gently. He groaned and grabbed her hair. "Fuck yes, just like that" he said. She took more of him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat.
She had never taken so much of a cock before. She gagged a little and pulled back. "Fuck you're so big" she said. "I can't take all of you" she said. "You're doing great" he said. She took him back into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down. She could feel him getting harder and harder. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. She could feel his hands gripping her hair. She could feel his hips bucking against her. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
She was so turned on by the way he was fucking her mouth. She was so turned on by the way he was using her. She was so turned on by the way he was making her feel. She was so turned on by the way he was making her feel like a bad girl. She was so turned on by the way he was making her feel like a slut. She was so turned on by the way he was making her feel like a whore. She was so turned on by the way he was making her feel like a dirty little slut. She was so turned on by the way he was making her feel like a dirty little whore.