0 comments/ 385810 views/ 73 favorites My Husband's Boss By: rich0524 This is a story of non-consensual interracial sex and mind control. Constructive critic feedback is welcome. Insults by wee willy white boys are disgusting. * Mary first met Jim's employer at her wedding three years previously. The best way to describe him would be a black, ugly, old prick. If that wasn't enough, he was also rude, overbearing, and demanding around white women. Maybe, having money and owning a construction company gave him the idea he could treat people like dirt. Being the boss of practically every man at the wedding was another reason he strutted around like an over-sized peacock. It was strange, but he always treated the black wives with respect. Another thing, he had a beautiful wife half his age and she seemed to worship him. Mary couldn't understand what his problem was, and frankly, didn't give a damn. Two years later, at the tender age of 25, Mary gave birth to a beautiful daughter. She had avoided Jim's boss whenever possible. The few times they had met, he always leered as he stared at her breasts, or long trim legs. Twice in the past, she and Jim had been invited to the jerks home for a barbecue and swim in their pool. His name was really Robert, but she preferred thinking of him as dickhead. That was another thing, he was always having white couples to his home, but never invited his black employees. Jim came home Friday afternoon and greeted her with a big hug, as he said. "Honey, pack your bags. We're invited to spend the weekend with Bob and Gina at their beach house. I think he may give me the Foreman's job at the new shopping mall we're going to be working on." "We can't go away for a weekend! We have a six month old baby! Remember?" Mary exclaimed. "Besides, I don't care if he is your boss, I can't stand him and that wise ass mouth of his." "Honey, don't be that way. I know we have a baby, but your Mother said she would keep her whenever we wanted time alone. I'm thinking about the baby, and the mortgage, and the car note. I need this Foreman's job and the extra money. You like Gina well enough." "Sure, I like Gina and I have never understood why she married such a jerk. Promise me you will try and keep him away from me." Mary asked. "Okay, Honey! He must be 60 years old. All he can do is stare and leer at beautiful women." Jim laughed. "He's just a harmless old man trying to relive his dreams of youth." Dickhead Robert lived up to Mary's expectations, by staring at her shapely body in her skimpy two piece bikini. A few times, he made suggestive remarks when Jim wasn't within hearing. Once, Mary told Jim what was going on, but he wanted the Foreman's job so bad, he just brushed it away as an over imagination. Gina couldn't help but know what was happening, but she ignored her husband's words and actions. Mary was uncomfortable every minute, not knowing what was going to happen next. One time in the pool, he actually grabbed her ass. Another time, he cupped her breasts when nobody was looking. Mary was a nervous wreck, trying to avoid Robert and his wandering hands. Late Saturday afternoon, the two men went to a local bar on the beach. Finally, Mary had some peace and quiet. When Gina suggested they open a bottle of chilled wine and relax around the pool, Mary was thrilled. With the men gone, Gina removed her top and Mary soon did the same. Gina really was a nice person when Robert wasn't around. She had a statuesque ebony body and breasts larger than Mary's. The bottle was almost empty, when Gina said, "I"m going to drag my butt to bed, if I can ever get off my drunk ass." "I don't think I have the energy to move right now. I'm going to enjoy the evening a little longer. I'll see you in the morning." Mary replied. Mary vaguely heard the men enter and go upstairs. Her husband sounded as if he was very drunk. Mary was too relaxed and comfortable to offer her help. She just didn't have the energy to put up with a drunk and his amorous advances. laying on the chaise, tipsy from the wine and half asleep, she felt her heavy breasts being fondled. Instantly wide awake, and looking down, she saw two large, brown hands clasped around her mounds and tweaking the sensitive nipples. She knew without looking up, it was her husband's fucking boss! "My God! You've got your nerve! Stop this instant! I'll scream my head off, if you don't leave me alone!" Mary snarled, as she tried removing his hands. He slapped her breasts, first one, then the other. She had never experienced such excruciating pain in her life. One long drawn out scream escaped, followed by sobbing whimpers. "My dear wife and your wimp husband are passed out drunk. Scream all you want! See how much good it will do you!" Robert smirked. Finally, able to get air into her lungs, Mary took a deep breath and screamed. Robert slapped her repeatedly, rocking her head back and forth, effectively cutting off the screams. "Listen bitch, and listen good! You think I don't know why you are always dressing sexy and shaking your ass around me? You want a real man! You want me to fuck your white pussy with my big cock!" "No! No! You're mistaken! I dress like everyone else my age! I dress for myself and my husband, not you! I don't want to have sex with you! I never have! Please, let me go. I"ll never say anything to Jim or Gina! Please!" Mary was begging now. Robert had been in the construction business all his life. He had gotten older and accumulated a little extra weight, but he was still very strong. He outweighed Mary by more than a hundred pounds and knew he could do anything that struck his fancy. Right now, he wanted to humiliate her! He was going to show her that being white didn't make her better than him. He had raped dozens of white wives in the last thirty years. Never, had one failed to be satisfied and not come back for more. She was just another white slut secretly wanting a black man's cock stuck up her pussy. He had lusted after her body from the first time he saw her at the wedding ceremony. Robert knew she had always tried to avoid him and that made this moment so much sweeter. This was his chance to show her just what his big cock could do. Mary was sobbing uncontrollably from shame and her helplessness. She never dreamed Robert would go this far. She had gotten herself into a position from which she could see no escape. It was unbearable to dwell on the consequences. Lifting Mary like a rag doll, he set her upright facing him. Her face was only inches from his crotch. "Unsnap my shorts and pull them down! I want you to get a close look at what will soon be in your mouth and pussy." He ordered. To prevent getting hit again, Mary slowly loosened and pulled down his cargo shorts. Not surprised, when she saw he wasn't wearing underwear. She did gasp when she saw the huge shaft hanging heavily between his legs. His sac was grotesquely flaccid and seemed to have two golf balls within. When his pants fell to the deck, he thrust his pubic area toward her face. "Touch it!" He commanded. "Wrap your white fingers around the shaft and suck it!" When Mary didn't move fast enough, he reached for one of her injured breasts. "God, No! I'm sorry! I'll do it! Just don't touch my breasts again." Mary cried. Wrapping both hands around the huge monster, she lifted it toward her mouth. She tentatively kissed the bulbous head and felt it twitch against her lips. "Do I have to tell you everything? Open your mouth, use your tongue! Take it inside your mouth and suck, you bitch!" Robert ordered again. With tears running down her cheeks, Mary opened her mouth to take the giant head into her oral cavity. She had to open wider to allow it entrance. Her tongue was pressed down and her jaws were already beginning to hurt. Pulling her head back, she was able to run her tongue around the tip. God have mercy! It was growing and getting harder! Trying to please him, she was stroking his long shaft as she licked and slobbered over the sensitive head. "Yes! Like that! I'll make a cocksucker out of you yet! Soon, you"ll have it down your throat." Robert gloated. Mary had wiped all other thoughts from her mind. Now, she was determined to satisfy this rapist with her mouth, so he would leave her body alone. Accepting her decision, she relaxed and began sucking more forcefully. Bobbing her head back and forth, she could take three or four inches, before pulling back and licking again. Against her wishes, Mary could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Never having seen or felt a cock this huge, Mary was secretly proud she had the ability to excite something so powerful. She was aware her pussy juices were leaking from her trembling cunt. His massive ten inch cock was pulsing and throbbing, as the bitter-sweet pre-cum filled her mouth. She had sucked her husband on occasion, but never cared for the taste. Now, she found herself desiring more and more of this alien fluid. Robert could tell this young white wife was throwing her inhibitions to the wind. She was actually enjoying his large cock and being dominated by her black attacker. It was getting time to serve her the main course. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he grabbed her arm and said, "It's time for a bed. I want to taste your sweet pussy before I fuck you crazy!" Mary couldn't believe what had happened! She had been so close to having him shoot his sperm into her mouth and throat. She didn't want to be eaten and fucked by this monster! Struggling to get loose didn't help her situation, since he just raised his big hand and threatened to slap her tender breast. "Listen cunt! You obey or get hurt! It's your choice to make, whether you receive pleasure or pain!" Robert growled. Mary meekly followed him inside and up the stairs. She saw her unknowing husband passed out in their guest room. They entered the room across the hall and Robert left the door open. My God! He wanted Jim to wake up and hear what was happening, as he ravished her body! Since Jim couldn't protect her, she prayed he never woke up until this ordeal was over. She couldn't live if her husband knew she had sucked and fucked a black man. Yes, she finally admitted to herself, she was helpless to stop him from fucking her. While Mary was resisting and refusing to co-operate, she still believed she could escape. But now, accepting the inevitable, she was more relaxed and complacent. For one reason or another, she hadn't had sex since her daughter was born. She was horny as Hell, and looking at his huge dark cock , she wondered if her pussy would be ripped apart. Mary knew she was going to soon find out. Another person in the house did wake up and follow them up the steps. She was now outside in the darkened hallway, with her digital camera ready to go. Gina and her husband had done this many times and knew they needed a photo record for later. Full screen pictures on the computer had a way of stopping loose tongues, instantly. Robert pushed Mary onto the bed and flat on her back. With not a wasted movement, he was between her legs and covering her body with his. She couldn't have gotten away, even if she had tried. Mary could feel his large cock rubbing along her inner thighs, as she was smothered by his heavy body. Her large breasts were squashed by his chest, but now, his kinky hairs were causing tingles of pleasure, not pain. His thick lips locked on hers, as his tongue shot into her open mouth. Surrendering, she encircled his head with her arms and kissed him back. All thoughts of resistance had disappeared, and she was now ready to accept his huge cock inside her tiny pussy. Not only was she ready, she was actually aching to have him fuck her. It entered Mary's thoughts, that he may have been right. Maybe, she had always secretly wanted him to fuck her. She had worn a skimpy bikini today, hadn't she? She had worn short, sexy skirts when she knew they were going to visit him and Gina. This was all her fault! How could she blame him for something she had been asking for? Robert had seen her inner self and was giving what she had always desired. What a dear, sweet man! How could she have thought him ugly? Without her knowledge, her brain had justified everything happening to her. She belonged to Robert and anything he wished to do. Robert could hear Mary moaning deep in her throat. Her actions had changed from resistance to acceptance, even open aggression. She was ready for the next phase of her debasement. He knew she would be his, until another young wife came along. Construction was difficult work and there was a steady employee turnover. In the meantime, he would ruin her for that limp dicked white husband. His black employees were always happy to get his leftovers. Knowing he had conquered, Robert could now afford to show his gentle side. Beginning his slide toward her wet and ready pussy, he very gently sucked each turgid nipple into his mouth. He was careful not to apply undue pressure and cause her pain. Still, she shivered as he gently sucked each, over and over. Then, his tongue left a wet trail down her stomach and to her most private of places. Mary missed his tongue and kisses, until she felt the gentle caresses on her injured breasts. She shivered from fright, until the lips, ever so softly, sucked each marble sized aureole without hurting. Again, she missed his lips, as the slick tongue licked down her flat stomach. She had her fists knotted into the pillow, expecting pain, but only jolts of pleasure were shooting through her body. Robert's tongue lovingly licked Mary's inner thighs and around her pubic hair. She squirmed and twisted, trying to get his mouth over her aching pussy. There was a raging inferno inside her pussy and only an orgasmic release could quench the fire. He opened her cunt with fingers on each side of the slippery labia. Finally, Mary felt his thick, thrusting tongue inside her opened pussy. He was fucking her with a tongue larger than her husband's dick. At last, he took her clitoris between his lips and gently sucked as he nibbled on the sensitive bud. That's all it took to put her over the edge. Arching her back and thrusting shapely hips toward the mouth driving her crazy, Mary had an orgasm of epic proportions. A scorching heat began deep inside her lower body, racing at the speed of light throughout her being. Never in her life had she imagined anything could feel so exquisite. Robert, feeling the contractions against his probing tongue, and Mary's thrashing in the throes of orgasm, knew it was time for the main event. Mary was still coming down from the most thrilling orgasm of her young life. Suddenly, returning to reality, she felt Robert's huge cock head probing at her open Labia. He was now at the entrance of her husband's private domain, and she knew she was at the point of no return. For one quick second, she returned to sanity and pleaded, "No! Please don't do any more! My husband is just across the hall! Don't do this thing to me and him. Please, don't!" Without answering, Robert slowly pressed forward. Mary was so slick, his enormous cock actually entered with little resistance. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hard, throbbing cock disappeared into her waiting cleft. Looking down, Mary could see this huge black pole entering her white pussy. It was the most erotic sight imaginable! As he stretched her, it was slightly uncomfortable, but the currents of pleasure were a thousand times better. When about half of his cock was buried, Robert withdrew and fucked her with short strokes. Withdrawing, until only the head was inside, he thrust forward forcefully. He felt his long cock hit bottom and knew he was at the entrance of her cervix. Not moving, he twitched his cock a few times, letting her feel his powerful tool exploring deep inside her virgin area. Robert knew she had never had anything this far inside her stomach, except when she gave birth. With any luck, she would experience that event again in nine months. When Robert thrust inside, Mary thought she was being split apart. The few moments of pain and apprehension gave way before the intense feelings emanating from the bottom of her soul. She had taken every inch of his long thick cock! Her pussy surrounded his penis tighter than a skin on a snake. A sense of pride flowed through her at the accomplishment. Without even realizing what she was doing, Mary was pressing her hips against his pubic bone, trying to get more. Now, that she had fully accepted him, Robert began with long, slow strokes. Her pussy almost turned inside out with the out-stroke, then back inside with each thrust. Her engorged clitoris was being stimulated with every move his cock made. Mary couldn't help herself from humping back toward this wonderful tool of life giving pleasure. She was moaning and whimpering loudly, but thoughts of her husband waking never entered her feverish mind. Her entire being was being consumed with the most delicious feelings. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She commanded. Robert was surprised at her abandon and complete loss of control, but had no problem granting her wish. With piston like strokes and a rotating, grinding motion, he knew she was nearing her climax. Robert smiled as she thrashed about beneath him, urging him to fuck harder with his ten inch cock. Suddenly, Mary began screaming. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" I can't stand anymore! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her legs locked around his ass, wanting every inch of his cock, as she grunted and groaned to an earth shattering orgasm. Robert was very close to his own climax, and Mary's movements put him over the edge. He thrust another couple of times and his seed erupted from his mighty shaft. He kept driving into her body, until she was filled to overflowing. His cum was oozing out around his black shaft and down her ass. Mary's eyes rolled back in her head, as she passed out momentarily from the intense pleasure. When Robert collapsed next to her, she dreamily opened her eyes and looked down between his legs. She reached for and caressed his slick, turgid dick. She was now a complete slut for his cock. The world hadn't stopped because one woman had been raped and thoroughly fucked. Gina had loads of photos and recordings on her camera. She had quietly went back to her room to await her husbands return. Unknown to Mary, Jim had awoke for a few moments before passing out again. Through his drunken stupor, Jim thought he heard his wife saying, "fuck me, fuck me." Listening, he couldn't hear any other noise, and flopped back on the bed. He was snoring when his head hit the pillow. It didn't even register that Mary wasn't beside him. Slapping Mary's ass, Robert told her to shower and go to her own bed. "I"m not as young as I used to be and you wore me out for the night." Sunday was a strange and mysterious day indeed, and Jim was mystified with his wife's actions. She had always avoided Robert like the plague. Today, she was making moon eyes at him and seemed to be touching whenever possible. Later, Jim happened to remember what he thought he heard the night before. Was it possible? Nah..That's impossible, but continuing to watch, he began to wonder if something had happened. Mary was still under Robert's spell while she was in visual contact with him. The next day was completely different. Jim had left for work and Mary had plenty of time to think. She couldn't believe she had actually begged Robert to fuck her. How had he gained control of her mind and actions? Jim had seemed to want to ask her something, but was unable. Mary had been quiet since coming home, and was so ashamed she couldn't look at him. Later that afternoon, being bored, she got on the computer. There was an e-mail from Robert with a photo attachment. Mary was so shocked, she almost fainted when the thumbnails appeared. There was a short message saying: Do you want these sent to family and friends, even your husband? If not, be at my beach house 10am tomorrow. My Husbands Boss It all started when my husband Jack got a great job with a very big company. We were married right after college and had struggled to get by the first few years. Then Jack got the very high paying job with a local company. The Owner and President was Mr. Anderson. He was a very rich and powerful man in the community and his industry. Mr. Anderson had us over to his house for dinner when Jack was first hired and it was amazing. While we were far from being poor growing up, we were less than middle class. Having a formal dinner in such, a large private home did make a big impression. In addition to his large estate, Mr. Anderson also owned a large boat and private jet. He was also very attractive for a man in his late sixties. Six feet tall, tan strong build, deep blue eyes and silver hair. He was always very charming and a bit of a flirt, which I have to admit, I liked. His wife Joan looked much younger but might be closer to his age. Our income grew to a point where I did not have to work and we started paying off our student loans and were buying our dream home. It was all happening so fast and we were both 26 years old. Then one day I was having lunch with one of my girlfriends at an upscale cafe. In the booth behind me, I could hear the voice of my husband’s boss and the owner of the company. While I waited for my friend to arrive I could not help but listen to them talk. Mr. Anderson was talking about cutting back on low performers and he mentioned that Jack would have to be let go soon. I was in shock as to what we would do. If Jack were fired then we would loose our new home and cars. He would never find such a great job again and we would both have to go back to work. My days of going to the health club and spa with my girlfriends would be over. If we could not find work soon we might even have to move in with one of our parents. I was still in shock when Mr. Anderson walked by my booth and then turned around. He saw me and stopped in his tracks. Then he smiled and sat next to me and held my shaking hands. I can tell you listened to my discussion about Jacks future with my company, he said. I like you and Jack very much but business is business Kelly and if I can find a way to keep Jack I but right now things don’t look very good. Still feeling numb, I asked what could be done to save his job. Nothing is final yet and I don’t want you to worry so you are going to join Joan and me on the boat Saturday. Jack will want to know where I am going, I said. Don’t worry about Jack my dear he will be going out of town to meet with a client this Friday and Monday, he said pulling his phone from his jacket. He a meeting client review meeting for Jack on the other side of the country. Hanging up he looked at me and said something that I did not fully understand at the time. Holding my hands and bringing his face close to mine, he said that if he enjoyed my company this weekend then Jack would have a very good career with the company. Jack called from the office and asked me to pack his bags for his trip. While packing his things I started looking at all our nice cloths, furniture and photos of trips we had taken. I decided that no matter what I was going to make sure that Jack kept his job. All that night I did not sleep, very well so I was still in bed at 11: 00 a.m. when the doorbell rang. Looking out the window, I could see a black limousine and a driver holding a box. I opened the door and the drive handed me the box and said it was from Mr. Anderson. Opening the box I opened it and found a red thong bikini and a note. The note said to wear just the bikini and no shoes, shirt, shorts or other anything else. Then get in the car and the drive knows where to go. I admit that it was exciting to me. The mystery of a drive and a box with instructions. I changed on the spot, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door. The driver was holding the back door to the car open for me. I got in and off we went. The driver would not tell me where we were going or who would be waiting for me. Just that Mr. Anderson requested that he deliver me to him dressed in the red thong and nothing else. The car pulled up to a private dock area where big boats and yachts are kept. The driver walked me down a pier to a very big cabin cruiser where we met Mr. Anderson. He was wearing just a pair of blue shorts and dark sunglasses. His body was tan all over and was in contrast to his chest of thick gray hair. A man with lots of hair on his chest is very attractive to me and Mr. Anderson was no different. So glad you could make it Kelly please come aboard, he said offering his hand. Thank you so much for inviting me Mr. Anderson, I said stepping onto the boat. Oh dear Kelly don’t call me Mr. Anderson just call me Frank. The driver untied the boat from the dock and Frank had me join him up at the wheel. We pulled out of the bay and headed out into the open sea until we could not see land. The radio was playing loud rock music but the sound of the boat engine covered the big speakers. Frank had the boat very fast and it was exciting to see this rich and powerful man at the wheel of a big fast boat. After we were way out with no other boats in sight he stopped the boat and dropped the anchor. We went below and grabbed some wine and food. Cheese, fruit, crackers, sushi and very expensive wine. Sitting on deck we ate, drank, and talked about the boat and how it is a great escape for him. Then Frank said we should get in the water and he got up and did a dive off the back of the boat. Not being as skilled a diver I just jumped off the back. Swimming around the boat we laughed and got a little closer. Then Frank went under water and I could not tell where he was. I felt a pair of hands grab my ass and lift me up out of the water. Screaming like a teenage girl, I was surprised and thrilled by his playful move. Frank came up for air and said that he could not resist getting his hands on my sexy ass. Let’s get some sun, he said climbing up out of the water. As I climbed up the ladder into the boat Frank was washing off the salt water under a shower that was set on the back of the boat. My eyes explored his body as his hands washed away the saltwater. I gasp is surprise when he removed his blue swimming trunks showing his fully tan body. His butt was small, tight, and just as tan as the rest of him. When he turned around I could not help but look at his cock. It had all gray pubic hair and very big low hanging balls. He was half-hard and looked much like my husband Jack. The great thing about owning your own boat is that you don’t have to wear cloths all the time, he said looking at me. Looking up at him I knew that he saw me checking out his cock from the smile on his face. Come on over and wash off the salt water Kelly, he said picking his trunks up off the deck and tossing them onto a lounge chair. I walked over and joined him under the shower. This was the first time I had been in a shower with another man other than my husband and it was a thrill. Letting the water wash over my face I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands over my face and my hair washing away the saltwater. When I cleared the water from my eyes Frank was watching me from his lounge chair with his legs spread apart. Make sure you wash yourself off real good, he said looking me up and down. Running my hands all over, my body I watched as his cock started to grow. I don’t know if it was him being my husband’s boss or just watching his cock stiffen from watching me but I felt turned on. Turning my back to Frank I bent over and rubbed my hands over my ass. Raising up I arched my back and untied the bottom of my bikini top letting the straps fall to the side. Slowly I turned around, reached behind my head, and untied the strings for the top letting it fall to the deck. Oh my Kelly you have wonderful breast and I love your hard little nipples, Frank said. Why thank you Frank, I replied as my hands rubbed over them several times squeezing them. My nipples were very small but pointed outward almost half an inch when hard. Walking toward Frank, I asked if he would mind helping me with my bottoms. With each step I took his cock grew harder and harder. Once I was standing next to his chair he was fully hard and pointing skyward. His hands grabbed my bottoms at the hips and rolled them downward. Glad to see you haven’t shaved, he said looking at my hair covered pussy. You like it being covered in hair do you, I asked. His hands rubbed my pubic hair and then moved to my pussy lips. If you don’t mind I would like to get much closer look, he said parting my legs. With his fingers now slowly moving up and down my opening, I knew that he could tell I was getting wet. Raising my right leg up I stepped over the lounge chair so I was straddling his face. Frank moved the top of the chair back so he was almost flat. I scooted forward so my pussy was over his mouth. His hands reached around and over my legs grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. Looking down at him I grabbed the top of the lounge chair and let him guide me down onto his mouth. Ooohhh I moaned softly as his tong darted in and out of my hole then licked upward and circled my clit a few times before moving back to my hole. In college, a girl went down on me once and Frank was just as good as her. Oh yea like that, I moaned instruction as he started licking around my clit and fingering my hole slowly. Gradually he started to speed up his lick and finger fucking. Feeling my body start to shake I cried out loud with pleasure, OH GOD YES FRANK AAAHHH YES. I was getting close to climax and then Frank sent me over the edge. He pulled his wet finger from my pussy and pressed it into my ass and started fucking me with another finger. All while continuing his licking work on my clit. OOOHHHH SSSHHHIITTTT, I screamed out loud, as I climaxed! My legs became weak and I dropped down pressing my pussy hard into his face. His fingers went deep into my ass and pussy and he started to wiggle them around. Grabbing the chair hard I could see that my knuckles were white from my tight grip. Frank slowly pulled his fingers from in me and I raised up from smothering him with my pussy. His face was covered with my juice and cum. I stepped back until his hard cock was under me. Holding it steady my legs bent and I lowered myself on him. Oh Kelly, he moaned as his entire length entered me. I sat on his cock and started to slowly rock back and forth. He was not the biggest cock I had ever had in me but he was slightly bigger than my husband. Oh Kelly your pussy feels so good, he said. Frank adjusted the lounge chair raising his upper body upward. He reached forward to grab my breast and I leaned to meet his hands. He played with my breast and nipples as I continued to wiggle around on his cock. Pulling me closer his mouth reached my breast and he started sucking and licking my nipples. I started moving up and down on his cock as he worked his mouth on my breast. My nipples are so sensitive that I can almost cum from having them played with. Holding the arms of the chair, I started raising up and down on his cock. Oh yes Kelly ride my cock baby ride it hard, he moaned. Encouraged by him I bounced up and down on his cock while holding onto the arms of the chair and using my strong legs. I had been a cheerleader in high school and was still in very good shape. Oh god Kelly I am going to cum, he said. Pinch my nipples baby pinch them, I said wanting to cum as well. He pinched my nipples and pulled them toward him. I was starting to build to climax when he started let me know he was going to cum. OH KELLY AAHHH YES GGGEEEERRR, he screamed out and I dropped on his cock as I felt it starting to shoot in me. I dropped down pressing his entire length in me and started rocking back and forth. PULL MY NIPPLES PULL HARD, I shouted out as my fingers rubbed my clit. All this combined with his throbbing cock shooting in me brought me to climax. Frank pulled my nipples hand and wiggled them side the side. AAAHHH YYYEESS, I screamed out with pleasure. Frank let go of my nipples and we were both gasping and covered in sweat. After taking a shower together inside we had dinner and then headed back. Frank said that he enjoyed his time with me and that he would see me again in two weeks at a dinner party at his house. I was driven back to my house where the answering machine had a message from my husband. I called my husband and he asked how my day went. All I could say was same old thing. He then told me that he just had a call from Mr. Anderson and he was giving him a $5,000 bonus. I started to wonder what would happen after the dinner party in two weeks. My Husband's Boss For the longest time I've had a crush on my husband's boss, Michael. Something about the way he carried himself, the way he walked. It wasn't enough that he was 6'4" 185 pounds, with just a touch of grey at his temples. He acted so confident, so goddam sexy. I thought if I could set up this committed bachelor up with one of my friends, I could live vicariously through her! I had planned the night out meticulously. A steak grill out at our place, possibly a late night dip in our hot tub. Making sure Michael and Susie (my friend) had enough to drink and offering to let them crash in our spare bedroom. Where I might be lucky enough to hear them get busy. I decided to wear my most revealing bikini, which meant a shave. I hadn't shaved my kitty in a few months and I had forgotten how naughty it made me feel. It made me aware of my hairless crotch all of the time. Micheal showed up half an hour early. He walked in with a bottle of scotch. He bent down to give me a kiss, not on the cheek, but full on the lips, leaving me flustered. He poured us all a glass of his liquor. I had never had expensive scotch and it hit me quickly. I was giggling at Micheal's jokes and trying to not let him peek down my top. Susie called about an hour bowing out. She didn't say what was wrong, but she was always flighty. I broke the bad news to the guys. Micheal said oh well, and that I'd have to be his date tonight. My hubby got a weird look on his face, but more scotch made it better. We finished our drinks and got up to start dinner. Well I tried to get up but the scotch made me tipsy. As I tried to stand I stumbled and Micheal was there to catch me. His strong hands grabbed my waist and kept me upright. Still holding me, Micheal told my husband to go get the grill ready. Pulling me into him, I couldn't help but feel his bulge. I could tell even soft he was BIG. He leaned and told me "I don't care what your husband is cooking but I plan on feasting on you." My heart started beating faster and I retreated to the kitchen. Micheal followed me in. I turned my back to him and got the plates ready. I felt his arms around me. I thought I would faint! He smelled so good. He picked me up and sat me on the counter. Leaning in his mouth was even with mine. We kissed softly at first. His tongue pushing into my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him and surrendered to him. His hand behind my head, tilting mine up. His other hand exploring under my dress. My silken panties were pushed aside as his fingers teasingly ran up and down over my kitty. "I love your pussy, did you shave her just for me?" I could only nod, and push my body closer, needing more of him. I was flush with excitement, my nipples so hard in my bra. I wanted him to strip me bare and take me. In my house, here where I make my husband breakfast. He backed away and chuckled, running his wet finger under his nose. "I think I'll save you for desert". He walked away, leaving me panting. I dimly remember eating dinner. The steaks were excellent and I had tossed together a Ceaser Salad earlier so I only had to sit and try to calm down. Aftetwards I had retreated to the bathroom and decided to tease Micheal back. Taking off my bra, letting my breasts free under my blouse. I stepped out of my panties. Feeling naughty I slipped them into the pocket of Micheal's jacket. Returning to help clean up I saw him looking at my bouncing bosom. I bent over to grab his plate. His hand sneaked up my dress. He moaned as he found my bare wet pussy. I stepped away and watched him sniff his fingers again. I told my husband to start the hot tub. I showed Micheal the guest bathroom. He told me that he hadn't brought any trunks. He took off his shirt, asking if we could take a dip naked. I panicked and ran to our bedroom. Grabbing my husband's trunks I hurried back to Micheal. I pushed the door open just enough to put the trunks in. He kicked the door open so I could see him. Drinking in his tall naked frame, light covering of gray hairs on his chest, ending at his belly. His hairless crotch only served to emphasize the size of his cock. Hanging low the size and thickness of a can of red bull. He left me holding the trunks as he slowly stroked himself once. I dropped the trunks and fled. Back in our bedroom I tried to calm down. That gorgeous man downstairs was driving me crazy. Stripping out of my skirt and blouse. Tying the bikini top around me, fitting my breasts into the cups. All of this helped to soothe the fire inside. However stepping into the bikini bottoms and getting them tight on my horny wet pussy didn't help. The urge to just lay back and play with myself was strong. Walking down the stairs I passed my husband. I told him he'd have to find an old pair to put on. He told me to go ahead and start soaking with Micheal. Walking outside I saw Micheal already in the hot tub, drinking a fresh glass of his yummy scotch. He handed me a glass as I stepped into the warm bubbling water. Taking a sip as I sat down near him. Micheal leaned back with a predatory smile on his handsome face. "Where's your husband?" "Looking for something to wear because you took his swimsuit." "He shouldn't leave you alone with me ..." He took a long drink as his eyes bored into mine over the top of his glass. I gulped another drink to match. "Isn't that bare pussy itchy in your bikini? Take it off, you'll be under the water and you'll feel better" Damn him, I had been thinking the exact same dirty thoughts!! Standing up I decided to tease him. I stepped next to him and handed the bikini strings to him. He pulled the knot loose quickly, exposing my puffy lips to his gaze. He grabbed my bottoms as they floated by and stashed them under his towel. Sitting down across from him. I looked him in his beautiful eyes. My hand dropped down to tease myself, hoping I could be satisfied with that and not pounce on Micheal. He noticed my actions and mimicked my actions, pretending he was stroking himself. I ran my foot up his leg, planning to stop at his shorts. My foot travelled all the way up to his hard cock! The bastard was naked in the tub with me! Stroking his giant prick! I ran my toes over his length. He took my foot in his hand and jerked himself off. His cock was longer than my foot. I was shocked. He pulled me in closer. I took a second, deciding a quick handjob wasn't cheating. And if Micheal didn't cum before my husband came back, I'd stop. I grabbed his erection with one hand, he was as big as a can of red bull. My thumb rubbing around the flared head. He lifted himself out of the water for a better look. I smeared the precum , getting the tip sticky. My other hand craddling his balls, tugging on the loose skin. I moved both hands up and down his shaft. Micheal moaned his approval. Feeling naughty I bent down and flicked my tongue over his head. We both heard my husband come down the stairs. I backed away and Micheal sat down. His cock just barely disappearing from view. My husband sat down to my right, squeezing my into Micheal on my left. I sat my naked butt down, hoping he would not notice, and. Micheal would forget. Micheal refilled his glass and mine and poured one for my husband. He leaned across me, his hand on my upper thigh. As we all sipped Micheal looked at me with that devilish twinkle in his eyes. "It's not fair your lovely wife has to sit here so uncomfortable with her nice large breasts confined. A woman should be free to be as topless as a man". My husband nodded "And it's not like you'd be naked, you would still have your bottoms on right?" That Bastard had me. I could admit that I was sitting here bare assed or I could agree to take my top off. And be naked in front of the man I'd wanted to be ravished by and my drunk husband. I decided to take off my top. I turned to face the guys and made a show of unraveling the strings, letting the cups rest on my breasts. I shook my top off like a stripper, both men ogling me. I sat down between them and sipped my scotch. My husband looking me over with lusty eyes, like when we were dating. Micheal looking proud of himself, and also aroused. My hands slipped down to both men. Teasing my husband through his trunks and slowly stroking Micheal's hard cock. The guys talked about scotch and cigars. Micheal leaned and said the only thing better than a fine cigar with scotch was a great pair of tits and scotch! He grabbed his drink and encouraged my husband to do the same. Micheal poured some of his liquor down my breast and leaned in to lick it off. My husband followed along. Having two guys sucking on my breasts, licking around my areola and finally in unison start to suck on my hard aching nipples drove me crazy!! I moaned and pulled their heads closer. Needing more of both of them. I could feel Michael's erection along my leg as his hands cupped my breast. He kissed his way up my torso. His mouth promising to leave hickeys the next day on my neck and shoulders. Our lips finally met again. His powerful kiss had me pushing my hips up towards him. My husband nursing from one breast as he fondled the other. Micheal stood up, his shaft beautiful, wet and majestic under the moon. I leaned in to lick the underside of his shaft. My hand came up to jerk him slowly. My husband stood up and fished his own erection out of his trunks. With both before me I moved my hands over both shafts. Since Michael's was a few inches longer I would spend more time on my husband's balls. I started to lick his cock comparing the size to Micheal's. Switching between both men every few minutes. After deeprhroating my husband I tried with Micheal. He grabbed his drink and poured it over his cock. The liquor helping to numb my throat. I struggled but was able to take him all the way. My husband lifted my naked ass out of the water and rubbed his cock over my labia. As I worked up and down his boss's dick my husband slipped inside of me. He felt bigger somehow, maybe he liked watching me suck Micheal off? As my man fucked me, he held my body near one of the foaming jets. He knew the steady pressure on my clit would drive me crazy. I felt my body start to respond. As Micheal kept thrusting his cock past my lips he cradled my face. Looking into my eyes as I got closer. He pulled out and just rubbed that fat head over my lips. "Are you going to cum?" I could only nod, trying to get his cock back in my mouth. "Then cum hard for me!" I did. If my husband hadn't been holding onto me I would have fallen in the tub. As my toes curled and my pussy spasmed he fell out of me and erupted over my ass. Micheal grinned down at me as I recovered. He lifted me up and stepped out of the water. He laid me out on a lounger. My husband came over. Kneeling at my feet he started to lick my still tingly clit. Spending time making sure my kitty was wet. Micheal finished his scotch as I slowly stroked him. Teasing the head,running my tongue over his large cockhole. A drop of precum rewarded me. I stopped my husband and asked his permission to fuck his boss. He nodded, his hard erection also letting me know he wanted this too. Micheal moved between my legs. Laying his dick over my wet needy pussy. The top nearly reaching to my belly button. As he moved over my pussy I grew impatient. Throwing my legs over his shoulders I grabbed him and put the tip inside. He grinned and slowly pushed inside. Feeling Micheal's cock filling me, his thickness stretching me? I nearly came. Moaning as he started to fuck me. His hands squeezing my breasts, his powerful strokes had me. I started to go through a series of small orgasms. Screaming his name I felt complete. Micheal was close too. I felt his cock swell inside of me. He started to stroke my pussy with long thrusts. I pulled him in with my legs and came, feeling his own eruption inside of me. He stopped and looked at me. "Ready for more?" I led him to the bedroom.