Motorbike boss gives me miles better ride

Dear Morgan, I’M a 26-year-old woman married to a bloke who works part-time doing up motorbikes at a garage and I work in the office doing the paperwork.

I love big powerful bikes and I get on really well with the boss at the garage.

He’s 60 but strong and fit and rides a gleaming Ducati and the other week he offered to take me for a ride on it.

I was wearing a tiny black thong under a tight black micro-skirt and big black boots.

After about half an hour on the back of his bike I was feeling very horny and when we stopped at a pub for a drink he asked me to sit on his lap.

I told him my hubby was a right loser and only had a measly four-incher – I could tell he was packing something a lot bigger.

He led me round the back of the pub and out of sight where he pushed me gently against a wall.

His hand went between my legs and he probed my wet fanny as I rubbed his huge cock.

He then got down on his knees and licked my swollen pussy lips and aching clit.

Then he turned me round and slipped into my sopping wet c***.

He thrust strongly in and out and I came twice in succession before he squirted his hot spunk up me.

Then he took me on the ground with my legs bent back to my chest as he rammed me hard again.

We’ve shagged a few times since then and he says I should dump my no-good fella and move in with him.

Should I follow my heart with this guy?