My husband's boss
I can say that I liked my husband's boss from the first time I met him. We had organized a dinner for our friends and he had come alone, without his wife. He had heard about our wild parties. The dinner was attended by four other men, three of whom were also my husband's work colleagues and one of my friends.
My husband prepared the whole dinner and he served the guests and I sat at the table all evening drinking wine, you could say I drank too much wine and I was very, very drunk. Our eyes met with the husband's boss more and more often and the eye contact was challenging. I started to get very excited and I always do when I drink wine, but since this was my husband's business dinner, I tried and wanted to be on my best behavior.
After dinner I went to the kitchen to make tequila shots, and the boss came after me. He stood behind me, he was so close that I felt him clinging to my back and asked me what I was doing. I told him what I was doing and asked him if he wanted me to do for him too. In the next moment I felt his hand on my hips and he said softly "yes I love". Then I knew and I was sure that he wanted me.
You could tell by the looks we exchanged when we sat at the table, but now also by the body language. I gently put my finger in his mouth and sucked it, then put it in the salt bowl so the salt would stick to it before I put it in his mouth. I let him lick the salt off my finger before drinking his tequila. I turned sideways while his hands were on my ass. He didn't scratch me or slap my ass, he just gently touched me. I handed him the shat and saw what a strange grimace he made on his face, then I took the lime, put it in my mouth and held it between my teeth. I tilted my head towards him, and he could taste the lime gently touching my lips as the juice splashed through his teeth.
I don't know why it came to me at that moment, but I grabbed the tray in one hand and gently passed it over his crotch with the other and walked towards the living room. I thought that I must have given him some kind of sign, but believe me, it never occurred to me that I had done something like that. After all it was my husband's boss and he was married. Maybe not a swinger?
After we finished dinner and moved from the table to the sofa, he sat down next to me and stayed there all night. I spent most of the party dancing with my friend. Every time I sat down to take a break from playing, I had to sit next to him, that was my place. We sat closer and closer each time I sat down to rest. While the other men were in the kitchen after aperitifs and doing some business talk, he stayed in the living room, probably watching me play or simply afraid of losing his spot on the sofa.
Towards the end of the party, at least for me, because I was too beat up to stay any longer, my friend went to get a drink, or went to the bathroom or I don't know where, I pulled my husband's boss by the arms to play with me. He didn't want to get to his feet, but I was persistent and practically pushed him from where he was sitting. We started dancing, and I didn't take my eyes off him. Images came back to me of me playing with my back to him for most of the evening, moving my hips and rubbing his ass. I remember he was picked on and embarrassed. As far as I can remember I don't think he touched me anywhere except for putting his hands on my hips and my hands on his shoulders and leaning on my neck while we danced. There was no kissing or anything else. Dancing with him is the last thing I remember from that night, after dancing I probably went to bed. I don't know how long I was in bed, I know I was lying on the sheets as I was wearing a short black dress, no bra (of course) and black lace panties. Good thing I kicked my shoes off before collapsing.
The next thing I remember was feeling someone lay down next to me. I felt it as if it was glued to my back. I was half asleep, and I didn't have the energy to move a part of my body. I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. Even though I was in such a blurry state I could feel the touches on my legs and it was really strange.
He pulled my panties down just to my knees. Then something slipped between my legs and I really didn't know if it was a hand, a finger or a cock. It wasn't inside me, but I could feel it rubbing against my vaginal lips. I was awake but still unable to move, when I felt someone turn me around and pull me back. I was no longer lying on one side, but I wasn't completely on my back either. My knees were still bent and my arms stretched out until I started to touch something with them, actually holding something in them. I could not open my eyes yet when I felt him spread my legs. I don't know if my dress was pushed down to expose my tits, but until then I didn't feel any touch on them. Then I felt something inside me. He penetrated me hard, it was rough and getting rougher. The feeling I had between my legs was sticky and a little painful but I know I can't move and I just lay there motionless. It didn't last too long, but I know that when that rough fucking was over, the penetrations of his cock were shaking my body back and forth. I opened my eyes briefly at the last rough thrust into me. With slightly half-opened eyes, I saw my husband's boss as if in a fog.
I didn't remember anything the next day, but from time to time images came back to me and the picture in my head matched. When I woke up my dress was pushed down, my bare tits were hanging out just like my panties were hanging from my ankle. The boss must have left during the night, I thought.
I didn't see him for a long time after that night, but my husband was able to comment on how he talked about me all the time.
We met again at a dinner, but he wasn't alone, he came with his wife who noticed him staring at me and was more than likely angry and furious with him. The only words we exchanged were passing in the hall, "No tequila shots tonight?" "No, not tonight" I whispered softly. They left the party early, his wife was too nervous to stay and watch her man flirt with me.
For a long time, every day at work, my husband asked when we were going to have a party at our house again, (because he knew what our parties were like and they were very different from the parties organized by other colleagues at work). We agreed with my husband and invited him, but this time it was just him. we had not called other work colleagues. I invited two friends, because I wanted to see if he would hit on them. Again, the whole night he did not leave me, as if he was fixated on me.
My husband was delighted by the attention of the girls and went with them to choose a CD to change the music. When I looked towards them in the living room, the legs of the widows were intertwined between my husband's legs. If someone asked me which legs were from whom, I would have guessed. In the meantime I stayed at the dining room table and talked to his boss who was quite communicative and interesting to talk to. To be honest, I was not used to such communication with a man. There was no room for conversation with me because I was used to groping, caressing, and kissing whoever I was with and the conversation was limited. But this time it was different, he was really interesting for me to talk to, and I also limited my alcohol consumption so that I could control myself and behave a little more soberly and not say "conservatively".
As the evening drew to a close, I asked him in my style if he wanted to come upstairs to bed with me. He was more than delighted, it seemed as if he had been waiting all evening for me to ask him. I wasn't sure because he had already fucked me once and he had seen my tits. Why would you love me again? I used to think that way, because most men I've been with, I've only been with once and then never again, but this one definitely wanted more.
I took his hand and led him to the room. My husband and I had a separate bedroom that we used for sex parties so that we didn't have to do it in our shared double bed. I took him to the room, told him to take off his shirt, sit on the bed and wait for me to come back after I changed. When I came back to me I was wearing a light blue silk nightgown that was long enough to cover my bottom since I was not wearing any underwear. I had the same set of silk blue panties, but I realized they would be too much for me. The nightgown had thin straps and a deep neckline. I wasn't wearing a bra, my tits and hard nipples peeking through the silky material. I liked how sexy I looked and felt.
When I entered the room he was sitting on the bed like an obedient boy, with his shirt off as I told him. He stood up as I got closer to him and I reached out to grab his. I put his hands on my butt and he concluded that I had no panties on.
He let out a sigh, maybe it was because of some kind of relief, maybe because of happiness, but the important thing is that we didn't kiss at that moment!
I looked down as I unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered his pants to the floor. I had not seen him the cock which I may have caught, but I knew for sure that he was once inside me. We didn't mention anything about that night while we were talking at the table, but I knew he was the one who fucked me that night.
I knew what he wanted. I knew he wanted to stare at my tits so I told him to lie on the bed. I sat next to him and started stroking his legs. My nails were painted with red nail polish and he told me he liked them very much, that was the only time he spoke. I put my hands inside his boxers and felt his groin before pulling his boxers down. I spread his legs at the knees, bent over him and took his balls in my hands. I slid one hand over his cock while the other caressed his chest and remembered the tequila shots as I slid my fingers into his mouth. I knew he was thinking of the salt and lemon too as he sucked my fingers. As I passionately smoked his cock, pausing every now and then to raise his head, he lay completely relaxed and motionless with his hands behind his head. I stopped at one point, because if I continued it would have reached the climax. I climbed on top of him and started rubbing my clit against his hard and wet cock. His cock penetrated deep into me, and I noticed the look on his face when he felt the heat inside me.
I usually put a condom in situations like this, but he was already inside me.
I knew my tits were turning him on, so just before he penetrated me, I pushed the straps down and my negligee fell to my waist. The sight of him was extraordinary, and my breasts were beautiful..rarely who can resist them. He gently placed his hands on my legs and made no attempt to grab me or start slapping my ass as I circled my hips against his hard cock. I was sliding on his cock. My tits jiggled with my movement. There was no touching, no kissing it was just fucking. I fucked him on top of him, I fucked my husband's boss. I know I heard laughter coming from downstairs and a good song was playing in the background.
He raised his hand, stretched out his hands and joined mine. He started to lift me up with great intensity and our hands remained joined in a fist. We stayed in that position until he cum. I got off him and laid down next to him. "Do you want to feel my tits" I asked him and he nodded smiling. I lay down a little with my back towards him and put his right hand on my left breast, I gently caressed his hand and at one point he grabbed my right breast.
I spread my legs and put one on top of him and with my hand over my spread legs I managed to reach his semi-erected cock, which began to harden in my hand as he grabbed my tits. I played with his cock until it was hard enough for me to insert. We lay still, and his hard and big cock penetrated deep into me. I lay there as he eased in and out of me. I wondered why he never kissed me; maybe he likes me too much? Maybe he was afraid of falling in love with me? His breath on my neck, his arm around my waist, the other around my chest brought me to a fantastic orgasm. I'm sure he cums too, maybe we cum at the same time?
He must have cum, because without a word he got up and got dressed quickly and quietly. I didn't even turn around, I stayed lying down and enjoying the feeling I had between my legs. The feeling was very similar to the first time I had sex with my husband, after we finished it felt like there was a small vibrator still inside me.
When he left the room and left, I was left lying there and I felt kind of empty, I knew what that feeling was due to. He didn't kiss me. I love kissing while fucking. I want to have his juicy tongue in my mouth while he's inside me, I want to taste him while he's fucking me. He fucked me twice and never kissed me once.
I let him leave the room without saying "bye". I was lying and thinking about his lips, I heard him start going down the stairs, I don't know what happened to me but I jumped out of bed and shouted "Wait"!
When he turned around I was standing completely naked at the top of the stairs with my arms outstretched towards him.
He came towards me, and stood one step below me. "Kiss me" I told him as he came closer to me. Those few seconds seemed like hours before he finally connected his lips to mine. It was a gentle but not juicy kiss. He kissed me a few times, but it wasn't a passionate kiss, it was like a few slow kisses on my lips, after which he turned and left.
He left me when I wanted more, he left me wanting him even more, I needed and wanted his kiss again, I wanted him again, I wanted him deep inside me but this time also his tongue in my mouth.
I went back to the bedroom where we were before he left me and left. I lay there and thought for a long time about how much I wanted him to kiss me, and penetrate me again and again.
The next morning I knew my husband had enjoyed himself with the two girls because the entire living room floor had been made into his bed. It was a mess of entwined bare legs when I got down to take them coffee.
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