After just a few years of marriage, the candle had burned out. My wife and I had not made love in some time, despite my constant initiation. I was a good, honest man, but I had needs that were not being fulfilled. It seemed only logical, I would translate my sexual thoughts to the next available female, who I saw on a regular basis, my boss. Dawna was a bit older in her early 40's, but she took great care of herself, and exercised everyday. She had a tight stomach, nice pert breasts, and occasionally dressed to show her body.
One day at work I was suddenly aroused for no reason. My penis had grown through the front flap of my boxer/briefs. My excitement was very visible through my faded jeans, and that's when Dawna walked in. She did not happen to see my excitement that day, but the arousal I felt was incredible. I sought out to make sure she would see my manhood from that day forward. Every time I thought of her, I got aroused. I found myself wearing the tightest jeans I could find to work, with no underwear, or pulling it through the front flap like before. And then one day, she noticed...
I tried to act casual, looking forward at my computer screen as we talked. I heard her giggle and then she just stood and stared at it. I was semi-erect at the time and trying to keep it from growing too large. (I was trying to be subtle, and work my way into being obvious about my intentions.) The next morning I came into work early per her request, and Dawna was dressed in the sexiest outfit I had ever seen her in. Her tight half-shirt showed off her flat stomach, and her skin tight black spandex pants had me completely aroused.