36 comments/ 166228 views/ 28 favorites My Wife and My Boss By: mark919 I suppose like a number of married men, I had started having fantasies about my wife and other men. One of my most erotic fantasies was having Diana dress sexily and revealingly for another man. She would wear a thin, black wrap-around dress that easily opened to reveal her little wispy black lace panties and sheer black thigh-high stockings. I would ask Diana not to wear a bra. We would perhaps meet a man, it didn't matter then who, in a restaurant and all the men there would gaze at my wife, her body exposed by the dress. The man would kiss and fondle my wife, despite my having mentioned that it was our wedding anniversary and I was taking Diana out for a special romantic dinner. The man would open Diana's dress, revealing her stocking tops and her panties. I would have to sit there as he fondled my wife's pussy, perhaps opening the top of her dress to reveal a hard nipple. Men would stare and the waiters would watch. A man might come up to me in the bath-room and ask me why I would let another man play with my slut wife like that. He would call me a complete wimp, a useless husband....and then he would look down at my little cock, laugh and tell me that the man with my wife was going to fuck her and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. I would return to our table where the man would be kissing Diana. I had told Diana this fantasy, as well as variations on it, in bed and it had really got us both aroused, so much so that we found ourselves needing to talk about out this and similar fantasies in order to get turned-on. I even once saw Diana reading an erotic story on the Internet about a wife with another man and she told me that she thought about it quite often. One evening, about six months ago, we went to dinner with my then boss and another colleague from our Denver office. Diana and I joined Paul (my ex-boss) and Kurt, the colleague, for dinner after we had signed a major client contract. Paul was (and still is) divorced and Kurt's wife was away, so Diana was the only woman at dinner. Paul had specifically asked me to bring Diana and I knew that he had tried to flirt with my wife on a number of previous occasions. Diana asked me what to wear, so I laid out her thin, black chiffon wrap-around dress, a black lacey bra, little lace panties and sheer thigh-high stockings. She asked me if the outfit wasn't a little bit too revealing, but I lied, saying, "of course not"! She started to look for a slip to wear under the dress but I told her that she looked much sexier without one. Again, she wondered if the dress was too see-through, but I said it wasn't, even though I was already very aroused by the sight of Diana's body so visible through the thin chiffon. I kissed and fondled Diana before we left, my cock already straining with excitement, but she told me that I was spoiling her make-up.......my God, she looked edible and I wanted to fuck her on the hall-way floor! As we walked to the car, I realized that her little panties and stockings could be easily seen through her thin dress. I also saw that she had not pinned the front of the dress very well, so that the wrap-around part kept opening as she walked, exposing glimpses of her stocking-tops and panties. I was so hard in the car....and so excited with anticipation. To cut a long story short, we met Paul and Kurt who were. as you might have guessed, all over Diana during dinner. When she went to the ladies' room, both men stared at her body and Paul told me that he thought she was the sexiest woman he had ever known. During diner, both Paul and Kurt kept touching my wife, flirting. I guess I was feeling a mixture of emotions...pride....excitement and also a strange erotic jealousy as both men fondled my wife. After dinner, we all went back to our house, Paul and Kurt following in Paul's car. I thought that Diana would change into something else when we got back, but she didn't. I know that she was pleased by all the attention she had received at dinner, but she did say that she thought Paul was being rather pushy, aggressive and a little over-bearing. I had asked her in the car if she didn't' find both guys attractive...she didn't really answer. However, I put my hand on her panties and I could feel how wet she was! I didn't say anything either, but there was a discernible "electricity" in the air! When Paul and Kurt came in, I made them both a drink. They sat down on our large sofa and Paul told Diana to sit between the. At first she said no, but Paul was insistent and I just said to her..." go on, he won't bite!" Diana, reluctantly I think, went and sat down between the two men. I was sitting opposite. We chatted and I noticed that Paul had his hand on my wife's thigh. Kurt had his arm around the back of sofa and appeared to be touching or massaging the back of Diana's neck. I watched, fascinated and more that a little aroused, as Paul edged my wife's dress open, revealing her thigh-highs and panties. I got up to put on some music, thinking that this would maybe alleviate the obvious sexual tension. I admit it....now that Paul and Kurt were so close to Diana, I was feeling both scared and more than a little helpless. As I stood up, Paul said, "What are you doing Mark? Sit back down; we are just having a little fun and I'm sure that Diana is enjoying herself, aren't you darling?" I looked at Diana who gave a sort of half-smile. I knew that she was very nervous but also aroused. I did as Paul said and sat back down. Paul grinned at me and then said to Diana, "You know, you are such a sexy woman and I have been wanting to kiss you all night...do you think that your husband will object?" Diana glanced at me...I just sat there...hesitating....frightened...feeling so inadequate...and mumbled something like, "Well. it's up to Diana." Paul laughed, reached over and began to kiss my wife's lips.....her face....his hands on her thighs, pulling open her dress. I watched as Diana struggled. Kurt now had pulled open the top of my wife's dress, revealing her lacey bra. As Paul kissed her hard, Diana kicked legs but that only caused her dress to open more widely. Paul had one hand now on my wife's panties and I could se that he had slipped his fingers under the lace and was inserting them into Diana's pussy. I could hear his fingers manipulating her clitoris and pussy lips and I knew that she was absolutely soaking wet! Diana still continued to struggle and she tried to shout in a half-scream..."Mark - get this bastard off me...stop him. Oh God, get your hands off me, Paul...leave me alone....damn you!!" But of course, this just seemed to arouse Paul more. Kurt had undone my wife's bra and flung it to the floor. Paul and Kurt pinned Diana to the sofa, using their arms and legs. Paul was breathing very heavily. He was obviously filled with lust and I knew that I was not going to be able to stop them fucking Diana. he shouted at me, "Hey Mark....you have a hot little wife here, she's begging to be fucked...I don't think you can satisfy her....feel how fucking wet she is...look at those nipples - so hard...Oh man... she wants it badly, the little slut" I sat there, powerless, useless...understanding what it meant to be a Wimp, a cuckold, as my boss and my colleague ran their hands over my wife's body, pinching and biting her nipples, squeezing her breasts and running their fingers over and into her pussy. In a second, Paul and Kurt almost ripped Diana's thin dress off....and she sat between them, clad only in her tiny lace panties. "Suck my cock," Paul suddenly commanded her. Diana slipped to the floor, on her knees and unzipped Paul's pants. She began to fondle then suck his big hard cock as he leant back on the sofa. I was rubbing myself through my pants as I watched my wife now greedily suck my boss's big cock....and then she reached over, opened Kurt's pants, and took out his cock. Soon, she was sucking both Paul and Kurt, as the two men sat there, telling my wife what a great cock-sucker she was. She held their cocks and licked them, using her tongue, her lips. God - it was so erotic. I got up and came over to Diana. I knelt down next to her and touched her panties. They were almost dripping with her juices. I ran my fingers along her pussy and ass-crack and kissed her face as she continued to suck Paul and Kurt. She looked at me as if to say....what else can I do...how can I stop these men fucking me.....can't you help me Mark.....can't you protect me? I just kissed her and continued to play with her pussy...my fingers covered in her juices...then gently inserting a wet finger into her tight little ass-hole. Diana was squirming and wriggling as I fingered her, but kept sucking the two men. Paul then said, "Diana darling, you are a lovely little cock-sucker. Now let's see if that husband of yours can suck as well as you can!" I looked up at him, took his cock in my hand and began to lick the top of his cock-head before taking it in my lips. I could taste his salty pre-cum and I knew that I loved it. I wanted to suck my boss's cock so badly. Diana was sucking Kurt and I was sucking Paul. Then Paul ordered us to switch, so we took it turns for a few minutes, one of us sucking Paul, the other sucking Kurt and, sometimes, both of us sucking one cock at the same time. I knew that both men were close to cumming....and suddenly, as I was still licking Paul and playing with his balls, Kurt began to moan and then cum, all over my wife's face and into her mouth. Diana licked his cum from his cock and I turned to lick her face, tasting Kurt's cum on her lips. Paul ordered me to stop sucking him. He stood up, pulled Diana to her feet and said," Ok Mrs. Baker...I want to fuck you now that your husband has got me nice and hard. Bend over that chair," he commanded. He pushed my wife face down over the arm of a chair, ripped her panties aside and plunged his cock deep into her wet pussy. You could hear him pounding into my wife, her wet cunt accepting his big thick cock. Diana was whimpering....making little noises as if she was crying as Paul rammed his dick hard into my wife's cunt. He grunted then shuddered and I realized that he was going to cum inside Diana. He suddenly screamed, "Oh fuck...fuck...I'm going to fuckin' cum..." and he exploded into Diana's pussy. She could hardly stand, her legs were trembling as Paul filled her with cum. I could see some of his cum was already dripping down Diana's legs and I was on the verge of cumming also. Paul pulled his still half-erect cock from my wife's pussy, slapped her ass with it, straining the last remaining drops of cum into her ass-crack, then turned, looked at me and said, "Come here wimp and lick your wife's juices off my cock. Taste her cum on me....come on boy....come here." I did as I was told and began to clean Paul's cock. I was so turned-on, tasting both Diana and Paul and I thought that I would cum just licking him! By now, Kurt was hard again and he told Diana to straddle him. He lay back on the sofa and my wife sat on top of him, riding his erect cock. She was lost in sexual ecstasy, humiliated, degraded and now completely caught up in sheer animal sex. Kurt held her breasts and tightly pinched her nipples as my wife rode him....taking all his cock...before she screamed out that she was going to cum. She arched backwards and came violently as Kurt continued to fuck her. She came again and then Kurt came. She lay exhausted on top of Kurt, leaning on his chest as he kissed her damp face. I just stood there and stroked myself to orgasm in a matter of seconds as Paul sat next to them, stroking his hardening cock. To be continued... My Wife and My Boss I was truly overwhelmed to receive so many positive responses to my first story of how I shared my wife with another man. Many of you asked me to write a follow up to our activities with Tom our old neighbour with whom my wife enjoyed several other heated and intense sexual encounters over the following 12 months. I don't know how I can describe these 'other' encounters other than she'd visit him at those times when the opportunity arose away from the prying eyes of others and the obvious suspicion of close family members. Tom preferred the comforts of his own bed when just 'he and my wife' would spend the occasional afternoon together. I never got the opportunity to witness them together though I often received descriptive accounts of her activities with him and it certainly raised my own sexual prowess. From her perspective I sensed she was extremely fulfilled with having two men 'service her growing sexual needs' I recall one particular time when we'd returned home from a family holiday where sexual activity between my wife and I was difficult with our children about the place. The following day (whilst I was at work and the children at school) she and Tom spent all day in bed together relieving all their sexual frustrations. To hear my wife recall later in bed that night that she was 'worn out from Tom' was highly erotic and resulted in my giving her pussy another severe pounding which I suspect she thoroughly enjoyed. Her relationship with Tom ended when he decided to move closer to his daughter in the West Country (Cornwall) following a minor stroke. As I am sure many other readers or couples will understand this is a very taboo lifestyle especially in the UK and suggestions that a husband allows his wife to see other men openly creates a social stigma that results in this behavior being deemed of a clandestine nature. I could sense in my wife that not long after Tom's departure she was missing that 'additional' piece of sexual relief from another man. I always knew that her sexual libido was probably above average and that it would soon be time to investigate other avenues of replacing Tom. Over the following weeks we considered several options on how we might allow this activity to progress. Despite our burning need to indulge in this lifestyle we both knew we had to exercise restrain for the sake of our family and friends. To put things in context it was 1997 and the internet was just starting up but no real opportunities existed to meet others who my wife could see. I was against her seeing complete strangers on one night stands for safety and health reasons, and we both agreed to this. We needed someone whom we could trust and fully appreciate the joys of what my wife had to offer. She was as I've previously described a woman bordering on maturity with huge lust for sexual pleasures. We had a few interesting 'near misses' over time and we look back now on it as having done the right thing by not allowing anything to become of it. In one encounter she was dancing at a family gathering with my 25 years old nephew Chris who was on shore leave from the Royal Navy. He was according to my wife highly aroused, and adventurous as he started to gently fondle her buttocks over the material of her velvet dress. And when he traced the outline of her suspenders she could feel the strong bulge of what she described as a 'very healthy erection' was being pushed deliberately into her lower regions. Later that night in bed she confessed she was 'horny as hell' and 'sorely tempted' concluding that 'under any other circumstances I'd have let Chris have his end away with me - it was so awful leaving the poor boy in such a state'. However, the presence of other family members put paid to any sexual adventures -- he was after all my sister's son. I knew she hadn't any qualms despite their age differences. It was later on in our bed that judging by her wetness that I knew what she meant as I fucked her with great gusto shooting a huge load inside her. This was probably a turning point in our relationship and I realized then that I was always going to have to share her with others if I wanted her to stay with me. Wife sharing does have many emotional attachments and it's not just the sexual physical needs that are always met. Perhaps I should explain. My financial situation was reasonable (we had a mortgage and usual household bills etc) though I had not progressed to any senior position within my company -- in fact I'd been knocked back for promotion on three separate occasions. My wife often commented on this telling me that I had potential but just needed to believe in myself more. As I was fast approaching the big four zero I knew that I was probably going to miss that boat of opportunity to give my family a better quality of life for the future. As you read this you are probably thinking 'I know where he's going with this' but I must be totally honest with you that this was something that self engineered itself and a situation that became quite extraordinary. As we approached Christmas of 1997 my wife and I attended my company's end of year celebratory night at a very up market hotel in London. We couldn't afford to stay at this location so we booked into a cheaper hotel intending to have a weekend break away from the kids. Before the actual evening started I recall feeling very horny was I watched getting ready. The evening was a sit down dinner with all the usual trappings with individual awards being given out to for achievement in the company. On our seated table was a man I recognized as one of my old bosses called Colin. He had a reputation for being what is commonly described as 'a ladies man'. Colin was unaccompanied (all others had partners) as I later discovered he'd recently been divorced for a third time. Needless to say he soon had the attention of most ladies on the table (including my wife) and I must admit he was very good at chatting them up. A few other colleagues didn't care too much for him but everyone agreed we should 'toady up' a bit to him otherwise he could make life difficult at work. Considering he was only 10 years my senior he'd obviously progressed well up the ladder and knew it too. At about 11.30pm one of the other ladies announced that it was her 40th birthday after the stroke of midnight so Colin immediately ordered some very expensive champagne to celebrate. It was a nice gesture and I could see all of us were getting quite tipsy. Colin was dancing with most of the ladies there but I noticed he was spending more time of the dance floor with my wife. There was a period of about 20 minutes when I was chatting at the bar with a colleague and my wife was enjoying the attention of Colin on the dance floor. By about 1am some people started departing from the table when the bar closed. The lady who was 40 was quite drunk and had to be escorted her upstairs by her husband. By now there was just Colin, my wife and I in the hotel lobby as I announced I was going to call a taxi to take us to our hotel about 2 miles away. I was told that the cab would be about 30 minutes as this was a busy time. Colin quickly seized the moment and invited us both up to his room for a 'night-cap'. I looked at me wife and instantly got that feeling that she was more than happy with the idea of us going upstairs to his room with him. I didn't know it at that time but he'd started 'touching her up' whilst on the dance floor together. In the lift my wife put her arms through Colin's and mine and laughing in a tipsy sort of way "how she felt safe with two men in tow". She was really cuckolding me now and loving every minute of it. I for my part started to feel that uneasy sense creep upon me - yet it was a highly charged and erotic emotion. Little did I fully realize that very soon things were going to develop out of control. Colin was a complete letch and was very confident in the situation. Once inside Colin's hotel room (it felt like a loin's lair) things fell silent for a few seconds. As crazy as this sounds we all three knew what was going to be the consequences of this episode. Colin moved closer towards my wife and they kissed deeply on the lips whilst standing. After this my wife started to peel off her evening gown then Colin helped her remove her black silk petticoat slip. I reached out and unhooked her bra and her beautiful size 36d breasts feel free under the lusty gaze of Colin's eyes. She turned to me so I could kiss her, while he went for her breasts. Soon we each were devouring one of her breasts, I reached down to make she was wet and into this. She is rarely so wet that you can feel it down her leg. We guided her on her back on the bed. He worked his way down lower, and lower. He brought her nylon legs high, and nibbled her thigh, teasing her. She sighed and pulled me to kiss her and he devoured her pussy. I went after her nipples, as he sucked and teased her clit, and then would suddenly push his tongue deep inside her. She tried rocking her hips, but she was stuck at his rhythm when he licked and teased her clit. This was so much different from our first exploits with Tom and yet it was so natural for me to be a part of this scene as we both stripped off our trousers and underwear. I glanced across towards Colin and was amazed at the sight before my eyes. He was so huge -- and hung like a donkey. At first I thought my wife could not accommodate such a tool that size as she looked quite intrigued at his sheer proportions. I stepped back to watch, as she showed off her talents using both hands, her tongue, and mouth. He grabbed her hair and held it out of her face as she licked and sucked the helmet of his huge penis. His penis was rock hard and the circumcised head looked so fat against her face as her tongue traveled the length of its girth. I sensed by the rhythm and his breathing she had him close. However Colin was certainly no amateur nor slouch as he eased back from her, and helped her to her feet. She turned around on the bed and while on all fours peeled her knickers down her thighs and off completely. She looked back over her shoulder at him, looked back at me, then back at him. She was rocking her hips, waiting for him, as he fought with the condom. Reassuring him she said something like 'Its okay you don't need it I'm safe' He glanced back at her, and he looked her over, and breathed, "I love that pussy it looks so wet' He finally made his way on the bed toward her. Colin then gently opened her stocking thighs wider so that he could place himself in-between them. He was not a man of great build as his spindle like legs looked out proportion to his massive penis. The sight of my lovely wife's rear protruding upwards to fully accommodate his girth was simply mind blowing. Colin then rubbed his stiff penis head around her pussy, then pushed the head in, and pulled out. It was an unbelievable experience watching my lovely wife behaving like a complete slut in front of me with this man. She was shaking, trying to move herself into position, to get him inside, but he would not hold still. She was moaning and groaning and I think it was a bit difficult at first for her pussy lips to take him inside her. He rubbed his cock around her some more. He asked "want this in your pussy?" "Yes" she said loudly. He placed the head back in, and then pulled her onto him. She gasped as he finally went in all the way. Its too difficult to assess but his penis was clearly far thicker and longer than mine or indeed old Tom's was, so I guessed this was a completely new experience for her too. Colin's technique of taking my wife was completely different than mine. I hold her in one spot and thrust into body fast whereas he got her into a rocking motion, riding his full length. Slow and steady, in out, she rode it. After a few tries they had the rhythm down, though once in a while she would try to rock and get him going faster. He would cup her ass, and bring each other back into rhythm telling her "come on love you know how, ride my cock." After a few times of this she gave me a wide mouthed pleading look, she was being teased, when she loves being slammed and filled with cum. I just smiled back at her, devilishly. After about 10 minutes of hectic fucking, he pulled out of her pussy and rolled her on her side, arching her high. I caught sight of one huge angry wild penis. He held her hips just as he would if still on their knees, and positioned himself. He pushed in hard, drawing another gasp from her, and finally gave her what she needed. He drove her fast grunting as he was building himself up inside her. At this point I was standing close by (my trousers and underpants around my ankles) looking directly on her as Colin lunged himself deeper and deeper into her womb. She caught my eye and motioned me towards her. She grabbed my cock, and opened her mouth and drew my right in. She used his motion to help her work it. Colin's cries were getting louder, then a steady moan as I realized he was getting off in her. Mt wife's eyes remained closed, her breath was hot on my skin, and she was silent but deep in her own pleasure. She gripped the bed cover with all her might, experiencing the joys of being a woman. She rolled back onto her knees, and arched her button up high again offering it to me this time. She had me close already with her mouth, the look she gave me was indescribable, and it was beyond "come hither." So I was not going to last long at all. Colin pinched and teased her nipples, and I held her hips, leaned back, and just let her have it. She was soaked and "gushy" inside but still tight enough to give plenty of friction. As I was driving away, enjoying my wife's body, he slide under her breasts and was teasing her nipples. She slapped the bed as these new sensations flew through her body, a sudden opposite of what she just experienced. She was releasing all of the tension her teasing Colin brought her to. It's difficult to tell but I certainly felt Colin's warm discharge inside her as it united itself with my own. It was in the wee small hours of a rainy cold December morning that my wife and I made our way back to our own hotel sheepishly passing the reception desk before retiring to our own room. Too tired to replicate another session we fell fast asleep. What I hadn't realized was the full impact this one heated sexual encounter between Colin, my wife and I would have for my own future within my organization. I knew from that night onwards that my wife had tasted 'blood' again and would want to go 'man hunting' for not only her sexual relief but one based upon a move towards an improved lifestyle. . Thank you for reading our story.