first time i cheated was with my boss, while my bf waited at home [gf experience]

we weren’t even fighting. that’s the worst part. my boyfriend was sweet, stable, predictable. too predictable. we’d been together a couple years, lived together, even talked marriage once. but the truth? i was bored outta my mind. my boss at the time, total silver fox. mid 40s, arrogant in a hot way, always made little comments when no one was around. i laughed them off until the night we had to work late on a client deadline. just us in the office, dark outside, everything quiet except his voice and the way he kept watching me when i bent over his desk. at one point he said, real casual, “you know you don’t have to go home tonight.” i smirked like i didn’t hear it. but i didn’t leave either. what actually happened? i let him bend me over my own desk. didn’t even feel guilty. my bf texted me “everything ok?” while i was pulling my shirt back on, flushed and grinning. i texted back “still working, sorry baby.” after that, i thought maybe it was a one-time thing. but it got worse. or better, depending how you look at it. i started picking fights at home just so i had an excuse to “cool off” at work. he’d apologize, thinking he did something wrong, while i was already in my boss’s car or at a hotel two exits away. once, i came home reeking of his cologne and told my bf it was from some fancy soap in the office bathroom. he just nodded. poor guy didn’t even question it. it’s not like my boss was some romantic fling either. he made it clear i was a quick fix for him. didn’t cuddle. didn’t care about my feelings. just used me when he wanted, and i let him. i wanted that. i craved being someone else’s dirty secret. and honestly, it turned me on more knowing my boyfriend was at home being loyal, probably thinking about our future, while i was literally being used by another man. thing is, my boyfriend never found out. not really. he suspected something once and asked if i was happy. i kissed him slow and told him yes. lied straight to his face while picturing my boss’s hand gripping my throat the night before. i’ve never confessed this till now. and yeah, i don’t regret it. i liked the power. liked knowing i could be his sweet girl at home and a filthy bitch for someone else whenever i felt like it. guess that says a lot about me.