Adultery Husband’s Boss

[Glenlivet]

By Anonymous

 
“I had lunch with your boss today,” my wife Karen just tossed that little statement over her shoulder as we were getting undressed for bed.
It took a second for it to register with me. I stopped, with my shoe halfway off and looked over at her. “You did not.”
She turned to face me. She looked damn good, standing there in just her bra and panties. “Well, lunch is probably not an accurate description. We got hot dogs off one of those carts in the plaza. We sat on a bench near the fountain.”
She was serious. “Denny called and invited you to lunch?”
“No, he was standing right by the main entrance when I came out for lunch. He was looking for me. He found me. We had lunch, of a sort.”
I knew there was a lot more to the story. It looked like she was going to make me drag it out of her, one tidbit at a time. I went back to getting undressed. Karen and I both sleep in the nude. I pulled off my socks and turned around. She was standing there, wearing my favorite outfit, not a damn stitch. After fourteen years of marriage, she still gets my blood pumping. She keeps her blonde hair long, falling around her shoulders. At thirty-four, her B cup yabos are still firm and pointing straight ahead. And that cute little trimmed bush, so what if the carpet doesn’t match the dbangs.
There are times when she looks better. Like when she’s on her hands and knees. She has one guy’s hard cock in her mouth. Another guy is behind her, filling her hot pussy with his rod, about to pump a load of cream deep inside. Nothing I would rather do than watch her get in on with a couple of studs. And nothing she likes better than putting on a sex show, just for me.
“You’re dying to hear the rest. I know you too well, Rick. Let’s get into bed and I’ll tell you everything.”
I didn’t argue. The thought occurred that she had been keeping her news to herself all evening. Through dinner and a rented video, she never mentioned a thing. If our positions had been reversed, I would have blurted out the news when I came through the door.
I sat on my side of the bed and pulled the covers up to my waist. She likes to lean back against the pillows. “OK, I came out at lunch and Denny came up next to me. Blah, blah, blah, we finish our dogs, he goes into this long explanation about you and Roberta being up for the same promotion. Then he sat back and stared at me over those goofy half glasses he wears. He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it a little. Then he said, exact words ‘I wondered if you might like to influence my decision’. I didn’t say anything for a minute. I tried to look shocked. He just kept staring, that little grin of his on his face.”
Karen folded her arms under her breasts and smiled at me. If I wanted to hear what she said back, I was going to have to ask. “And what did my lovely wife say to my horny dog boss?”
“My performance could have got me an acting award. I pretended to be shocked and flattered. I told him I would have to think about it for a few days. He seemed satisfied with that. I told him how much you wanted that promotion with the money and the perks. He said he knew all that. Then he said he had an appointment he had to get to.”
I felt like I had just been given a huge gift. My boss, Denny, had been on our short list of prospects for Karen to fuck. We had always held off approaching him. Mixing work and play is not always the best idea. But, out of the blue, there he is fishing for a piece of my wife. I get to watch her fuck his brains out and I get the promotion. It sounded like one of those win-win deals to me.
My cock was stirring under the covers. Seeing Karen’s face all animated, as she was telling the story, told me she was all for it. Denny was famous for a couple things at the office. He was always banging his secretaries. And he walked around with a huge bulge in his pants. Half the employees thought he stuffed socks in his briefs. The other half thought he was hung like a mule. I was going to get the chance to find out for sure. A third win.
Karen said, “I’m going to set it up here. How does Saturday sound?”
That was my lady, always ready for the next sexual adventure. “Saturday sounds like a great idea to me.”
She cupped those sweet tits of hers and smiled. “How about a little sixty-nine action to seal the deal?”
I whipped back the covers. My hardening cock twitched a couple of times. “I’m way ahead of you there, babe!”
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To be continued