I had been fucking the boss for three years. I didn't feel guilty about it, even though I'd be staring at the picture of his wife and kids on the credenza, when he had me bent over the edge of the couch in his office, feeding his dick to my pussy. 3 to 4 times a week, he'd call me into his office from my cubicle just outside his door, lock the door, bend me over the couch, pull my skirt up and my panties down, unzip his pants and fuck me. The office fucks were usually quick, but on a rare occasion, we would be on a business trip, and share his hotel bed. Then the sex was long, drawn out, and wonderful.