7 comments/ 340872 views/ 20 favorites Sav(our)ing The Boss's Wife By: Menderman I hate going to the supermarket on Thursday & Friday evenings after work as it is usually heaving with folk on the busiest evenings of the week. So this week I decided to nip down early on the Saturday morning, as it was my weekend off work. Turning into the drinks aisle with my half full shopping trolley I spotted my bosses wife, Liz, walking slowly down the aisle eyeing the various bottles of booze on the shelves. I had meet Liz a couple of times at works functions when she had seemed a bit snotty to the rest of us on her husband Tim’s team. We got the impression that she thought we were beneath her as her husband was the boss and therefore in her eyes we were just the workers who contributed our labours to her husband’s success. In fact Tim was great to work with & the five of us made a great team at work. At the functions Liz had always been very well turned out, with the day having been spent at the hairdressers & other establishments to make her look the best & a glowing example of her husband’s deemed stature and success. I had letched at Liz at few times at the works functions as she was in her early forties with a fantastic figure wrapped up nicely in stylish clothes and make up. Most people would class Liz as good looking or beautiful with long straight black shiny hair down over her shoulders, atop an hourglass figure. Liz looked to have a lovely pair of 36D tits that seemed full & perky riding high on her chest. She had a slim waist & smooth hips that faded out into shapely thighs & long legs usually highlighted by tight long skirts. Well this morning she looked as good as normal, dressed in a snug fitting blue business suit, complete with jacket, white blouse, tight skirt, black tights & high heels. She looked out of place dressed like this in the supermarket on a Saturday morning as the distance slowly closed between us as we worked our way down the aisle. I started to letch at Liz as we drew closer & boy did she look good. She hadn’t recognised me as she reached up & pulled down a half bottle of gin, which she slipped into her shoulder bag instead of her trolley. I was amazed at glimpsing my boss’s wife shoplifting, but then so was the young man in his early twenties who was alongside me at the time. I pushed my trolley past Liz without looking at her, hoping she didn’t recognise me. I watched Liz from a distance as she went through the checkout & headed out the door, at which point the young stepped up to her and asked Liz to escort him back into the shop. The look of horror on Liz’s face was a sight to behold, and brought a smile to my face at the thought of her forthcoming fall from grace. Unfortunately it would also wreck the reputation of Tim as well, as there were people in our company who were jealous of our team’s success. Walking down a parallel aisle, my trolley abandoned, I arrived at the rear door to the service area at the same time as Liz and her escort. I followed them back into the office area as if I was part of the parade trooping to the manager’s office. Bold as brass I walked into the office at the same time, at which point Liz and the young man first became aware of my presence. I reached into Liz’s shoulder bag & pulled out the bottle & put it on the desk much to the surprise of both of them. Liz was starting to recognize that she had seen me before & the young man was starting to ask me “Who the hell are you?” “Hi,” said I in welcome to this outstanding situation, “Liz here is the wife of my boss who died suddenly recently and she hasn’t been handling it very well, hence the shoplifting to gain attention & sympathy”. Liz looked at me gob smacked at my outrageous lie to this young man who seemed to be the early shift manager judging by the badge on the jacket. “Sir, I don’t know who you are but I need to take some details before calling the Police to have the lady arrested for shoplifting,” said the young man confidently. I pulled out my wallet and extracted a hundred quid in fresh notes and offered them across to him saying, “I can get Liz some help & prevent her disgrace following the loss of her husband, and I would really appreciate your help with Liz by letting this go” “Sir it is our policy.” he started to say “To help the community,” I said, “You can donate the money to charity or use it for yourself if you prefer”. Liz stood with her mouth gaping at the scene unfolding in front of her. “Sir, I can’t, shouldn’t consider this” he gasped showing a sign of weakness. Another sixty quid came out of my hand and I pressed it into his hand in full view of the office security camera. “Young man, you have the obvious skill to go far in this company,” I bullshitted him, “But if anyone sees the security video of you taking two lots of cash from me then your career will stop immediately. To ensure your continued rise in your career I suggest you accept this money for yourself and you give me the security video so it doesn’t show you accepting the cash”. “I…, I don’t know.” he started to say. “Pass the tape and save your career and we will be gone straight away” I pressed as I leaned towards the unsure young man. He looked into the security camera for a couple of seconds, before reaching down and ejecting the tape from the video recorder. Before he could change his mind I took the tape from him, said “Thank you for saving this lady’s reputation in her darkest hour”, turned and gripped Liz by her arm, and led her from the office. As I led her back into the supermarket sales area she came out of her trance and started asking questions. “Who are you? I’ve seen you before haven’t I?” she queried, “What happened back there?” “Liz, keep quiet and follow me out to the car right now,” I instructed her. As we walked out into the car park I told her to follow me to my car and to get without question and we would collect her car later. Liz was still too gob smacked to question me. In the space of five minutes her world had crumbled as she was caught shoplifting, then it had suddenly changed again as she walked free with a half known stranger. As I drove her out of the car park and headed out of Mansfield towards the motorway I asked, ”What the hell were you doing back there? Do you know what being prosecuted for shoplifting would have done to your reputation and that of Tim’s?” Liz looked at me blankly as the reality of what she had done slowly sunk in, and I just drove quietly waiting for Liz to play catch up with her current situation. As we turned south onto the motorway Liz asked, “Where are you taking me?” That was a very good question I thought to myself. I looked at Liz and saw written across her face as my mind raced to think about what to do next. I didn’t know what I had got myself into either so I calmly switched on the CD player & started to think what to do next. “What are you going to do?” Liz asked hesitantly. I didn’t have a clue as we cruised down the motorway taking her away from her comfort zone. “Why did you lie about Tim being dead?” she asked, and I didn’t answer. “Damn you” she spat, “What do you want from me?” Well that question started some evil thoughts circulating in my mind. “Well I am a hundred and sixty quid out of pocket for a start and I have just saved your reputation. What will Tim say when he finds out?” I asked “No, you mustn’t tell him, he must not find out!” Liz sobbed. Further dark and evil thoughts continued to grow in my mind as we passed the Nottingham turn off and continued south, with Liz looking distinctly frightened now as she got further from home. “So why shouldn’t I tell him, it might help my career as Tim would owe me a big favour?” I asked to see what response I would get. “He must never know,” Liz sobbed as she confirmed the opportunities open to me. I rested my hand lightly on her thigh as I drove, saying “Don’t worry I am sure we can sort something out so Tim never finds out.” Liz looked at me in horror as it dawned on her that this situation was probably worse than the humiliation of being caught shoplifting. I was enjoying my Saturday morning as the possibilities unfolded in front of me. As we passed the Leicester turn off, Liz started to panic asking, “What do you want from me?” in a wavering voice. I calmly placed her right hand on my developing hard on and held it there as the reality of blackmail sank into Liz’s mind. I slowly rubbed Liz’s hand on my cock before taking my hand away and asking, “Well?” She rubbed my cock, looking desperately at me as I continued to drive. “Well?” I asked again. After a minute Liz started to pull my zipper down & released my cock from it’s entrapment below. She continued to stroke it as the smell of hot cock filled the car. “Well?” I asked yet again. Liz eased herself sideways and lowered her mouth over my cock and expertly started to suck my hardness. Guys, have you ever tried driving at 80mph down a motorway with the once stuck up wife of your boss giving you a blowjob? Well I can say it was very hard to concentrate on keeping my driving straight as Liz bobbed her lips up and down my shaft. “Yyyeeess”, I exhaled as her lips & tongue continued to pleasure me. Once I had my breathing & driving under control I reached down with my left hand to fondle her full breast under her jacket and through her blouse. Despite being blackmailed and being made to grant sexual favours I got the impression that Liz maybe was starting to warm to the task as I felt a nipple start to harden on the end of her full breast as I gripped and massaged it. The miles slipped by as Liz brought me towards blowing a wad of cum into her mouth. Liz was started to rock slightly as I alternated my massaging of her nipple between each of her full breasts. I saw the signs for the Northampton turn off and eased over onto the sliproad as Liz started to bring my cock to the boil & my seed started to rise. I squeezed her tits hard as I thought she was coming towards an involuntarily orgasm of her own. I don’t know how I managed to get off the motorway without crashing as my come started to explode into Liz’s all enveloping throat. I shot wads down her throat as she swallowed it all and started her own orgasm as my left hand pushed her erect nipple deep back into her breast as I roughly squeezed her tit during our simultaneous orgasms. As Liz finally came up for air I pulled into the carpark of the Novatel and she looked questioningly at me. After stopping the car I put my wilted prick away and looked at Liz, “Well that was a start,” I said and then just stared at her heaving breasts under her blue jacket. Liz was definitely uncomfortable due to the wetness that must have been driving her mad under her tight blue skirt, and the worry that she didn’t know what was going to happen next. I sat in silence as her eyes pleaded with me. “Go get us booked into a room with your credit card, and make sure it has a well stocked mini bar and a shower.” I instructed. As Liz started to climb of the car I advised “Don’t go making any calls to Tim as you will be hard pressed to explain the tape and why you are in Northampton at the moment.” I watched Liz walk on slightly shaky legs toward the reception. From the rear she looked beautiful in her high heels, tight skirt and tight jacket hiding a magnificent set of breasts. I now had me a sex slave and what did I want to do with her first I asked myself. Ten minutes later I watched Liz walk back towards me across the car park and I imagined the jacket and blouse rubbing hard across her now tender nipples. I climbed out of the car and followed her toward our room on the ground floor. It was a nice room with king size bed, large TV, mini bar and a wonderful large bathroom with a large frameless glass shower enclosure. I directed Liz to one of the comfy seats as I opened the minibar and fixed us both a drink. I gave Liz a G&T to settle her down as I switched on some music to lighten the atmosphere as Liz’s mind must be starting to go into overdrive as she wondered what would happen to her next. I stood behind her chair overlooking her shoulder to see her breasts rise & fall under her jacket as she fought to control her breathing and nervousness. I sipped some more of my beer before putting it down and reaching over the chair to rest my hands on Liz’s shoulders and felt her tense to my touch. Liz held her drink steady as I gently rubbed her neck & shoulders with my hands. She started to relax and took a sip of her G&T as she started to accept whatever fate was going to bring to her. Slowly my hands wandered down onto the top of her upper arms before heading back up onto her shoulders for the final time. Now I leant forward and slid both hands down onto the upper slope of her full tits, allowing my forefingers to press into her cleavage through her blouse. My hands slowly slid under her breasts and cupped their fullness through her bra. Liz’s breathing increased as I slowly slid up and undid the top three buttons of her white blouse. Now I could look down and see magnificent cleavage rising & falling through the V of her blouse. My hands slid south again easing her jacket outwards to expose the white massif of her breasts & the rift valley of her slightly tanned cleavage between. Liz rubbed her thighs together; obviously trying to relieve the itch between her legs as I stroked kneaded and caressed her wonderful breast. My cock grew hard against the rear of the chair, so to ease my discomfort I walked around the front of the chair and gently pulled Liz to her feet. I held her at arms length looking at the beauty in front of me still mostly wrapped in her blue business suit. Her breasts heaved under her blouse as I stepped forward as kissed her fully on the lips for the first time as my arms slid down around her trim waist to cup her wonderful arse through her skirt. Liz responded surprisingly passionately considering here she was being blackmailed and molested in a motel room far from home by one of her husband’s employees. My cock hardened further as this thought went through my mind. I broke our kiss as I turned Liz around and gently removed her jacket. Stepping up behind her I pressed my cock against her arse and started to kiss her neck as my hand slid under her arms to play with her breasts again. Again surprisingly, Liz seemed to melt against me as I softly kissed her neck and my fingers found her hardened nipples again. Whilst kissing her neck I could watch my hands explore her breasts before undoing the remaining buttons and slowly removing her blouse off her breasts and down her arms. A lacy bra restrained her tits under protest and after a` couple of minutes of rubbing her tits through her bra, I helped her bra give up the fight by undoing it and releasing her 36D tits from their lacy prison. As her nipples came into view her tits didn’t sag but were firm & proud as they stood to attention atop Liz’s heaving chest. My hand slid down from her shoulder across the large slope of firm tit flesh to cup, support & massage these outstanding tits. My cock ached for release so I slid off my shoes before releasing my trousers & letting them fall to the floor. Still standing behind Liz I ran my hands over her slim waist onto her shapely hips and down to cup her arse through her tight dress. I looked down at her shapely calves as I played with her arse. I slid to my knees behind Liz to worship her arse and calves as my hands roamed from her high high heels up her well formed calves, onto her skirt encased arse. After a few minutes of this I reached up to unzip her skirt and let it slid down her thighs to the floor. Amazingly Liz stood there in lacy knickers that smelt of hot sticky sex juices, with fantastic thighs encased in black stockings. I nearly came there & then at the beautiful sight in front of me. I ran my hands up the back of her stunning legs across her arse & up her sides as I stood and turned Liz to face me. I was so horny I just pulled Liz to me and pushed my tongue deep down her throat. We kissed passionately as I groped her tits & arse with my hands wanting to feel all of her at one time. Liz was equally fired up as she pulled out my hard cock and started stroking it. I realised that I wanted to show that I was the one in control and that we weren’t lovers, so I turned Liz around, bent her quickly over the chair and suddenly ripped her lacy knickers off in one hard pull. I forced her head down, driving her arse up toward me as I quickly guided my prick between the cheeks of her arse and forced myself inwards in one long plunge. I was so horny I didn’t care if my prick sunk into her tight arse or her dripping pussy. A hot wet pussy greeting me as I drove my prick into Liz causing her to scream at the sudden change in the nature of our affair. I pulled my prick most of the way out before giving her arse a resounding slap, causing another scream as I forcefully drove even deeper right up to the hilt as my balls slapped against her arse. I pounded the fuck out of Liz as I hammered my prick into her pussy. “You shoplifting whore,” I breathed as I pounded in again and reached forward to pull her head back as I grabbed a hand full of her long hair. “What are you bitch?” I called as I banged down into her again. “I am yours,” she screamed as I raked my nails harshly down her back. I adjusted my position by resting both hands on her hips and pounding my cock between her arse cheeks. My thighs rubbed against her stockinged legs and my balls slapped continuously against her arse as the come started to boil in my balls. “Yes fuck your bitch hard,” Liz screamed as I ploughed into her harder, deeper and faster than ever before as my cock swelled inside her. Liz started to come loudly as I reached under to grab two handfuls of massive tit. I pulled myself into her by pulling harshly on her tits and pounding into her pussy, before finally spraying surges of cum into her pussy. Liz’s cunt muscles gripped my cock and squeezed the cum out of my hot balls & throbbing cock. As my cock stopped pulsing, I pulled out of Liz, rolled her off the chair onto her back on the floor; where I hurriedly thrust the thumb of my left hand into her pussy, my forefinger slid past her puckered ring piece and deep into her arse; and my mouth closed over her as my tongue plunged down her throat; and my right hand grabbed her right nipple and squeezed hard. All in one swift motion. At this point Liz seemed to try to explode up off the carpet as another immense orgasm triggered through her body. Her mouth sought air from around my probing tongue. Her tits sought release from my gripping fingers. And her arse and pussy sought the extraction of the invading digits as they rubbed together through the thin membrane separating them. Liz humped & bucked under me as I pinned her to the floor as the orgasm washed over her. I didn’t help by moving my thumb in her pussy so it rubbed against her swollen clit. I have never felt anyone have such an intense orgasm as this. Maybe it was because of my tongue rammed down Liz’s throat nearly turned it into a snuff movie. We lay in each other’s arms recovering despite the fact I had violated Liz so roughly, but surprisingly she seemed to have enjoyed or needed it. Five minutes later I grabbed a half bottle of champagne from the mini bar & sprayed some of it over Liz’s chest. She screamed as the cold liquid ran over her hot tits and made her nipples harden against the cold liquid. I poured some between her lips and then kissed her deeply for a few minutes. Liz’s wonderful breasts heaved under me so I poured some more champagne over them and ran my tongue of the expanse of both breasts lapping up the fizzing wine. Liz squirmed under my lips as they ran wildly across her tits before forcing downwards into her deep cleavage to catch the remainder of the spilt liquid. Sav(our)ing The Boss's Wife I marveled at the sexiness of this once snotty woman as I more or less raped her & blackmailed her into wanton sex in a motel room far from home. I then poured the remaining champagne over her bush and into her pussy. I quickly lapped at her pussy as I forced her legs high & wide to gain access to the dribbles running across her pucker arse. I gripped Liz’s stockinged ankle wide & high above my head and plunged my tongue hard into her arse. I probed & chewed her arsehole as champagne drained out of her pussy onto my tongue. Liz fought against this onslaught but her legs were pinned & spread as my tongue lifted its game and sank deep into to her pussy. What a taste greeted me as my tongue mixed her pussy juices with my cum and champagne. I pulled Liz’s legs down so her stocking thighs encased my hand and her high heels & stockings rubbed down along my back. As my tongue continually ploughed into Liz’s pussy my arms reached around the outside of her warm thighs and fingers stretched out to find wholesome tit flesh. Heaven couldn’t be nicer than where I currently was with stockings rubbing my ears, high heels scratching my back, my hand mauling the firmest tits I had ever come across and my tongue buried deep in Liz'’ cunt as I slurped & tried to suck her dry. As Liz neared another orgasm I pulled out from between her thighs, rolled onto my back and instructed Liz to straddle my face with her pussy. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto my mouth. Her pussy spread open wide as her thighs settled each side of my head. “AAAaaahhh,” Liz cried as my tongue shot upward deep into her exposed pussy. My arms reached up to maul her swing tits and Liz leaned backwards to massage my cock & cum filled balls. I ravaged the inside of her pussy with my tongue for several minutes as Liz built to another roaring orgasm, which nearly drowned me in pussy juices, as my hand gripped her tits to try to save me from drowning like a man overboard in rough seas. Liz’s thighs painfully clamped my head as she continued to cum and I continued to probe her now tender pussy. Finally Liz fell forward onto her elbows as I slid out from underneath her. What a sight greeted my lust filled eyes. Liz was kneeling on the floor, her arse & pussy still shaking from her orgasm; and her tits heaving & swinging down to the carpet as she rocked on her elbows trying to get her breath. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. My body was tired but my more basic instincts cried out to fuck her protruding arse. I placed my feet either side of her hips and crouched down. Placing one hand on her back to hold myself steady, I took my solid prick in my other hand and guided my cock upto her puckered arse. Before Liz could register my intentions in her orgasmed out body, I pushed forward sliding the first couple of inches into her extremely tight arse. Liz screamed in pain, but I had bought her body and soul that morning in the Mansfield Morrison’s supermarket, and I took what was now mine. “Nnooo,” she screamed as I pushed further into her arse and holding her down as she tried to buck me off her. This just caused me to slide all the way into her arse until my balls were slammed tight against her firm arse cheeks. “You fucking bastard,” she yelled at me, “I never said your could fuck me there.” “You’re mine, bitch, I do as I please with you, and don’t ever forget it,” I growled roughly. Feeling the total bastard, a new idea came into my mind. I reached forward and grabbed her long her and pulled her head back so her back arched and Liz’s arse rode up higher. “And I bet you’ve never had this done before.” I stated cruelly as I reached down for the empty champagne bottle and placed the neck against her pussy lips. “No, please, for God’s sake no,” she pleaded` as I pressed two inches of the bottleneck into her swollen & abused pussy. It was an amazing sensation to be buried right up her arse and to then feel this cool smooth hard object invading her through the walls of her pussy. Liz sobbed in pain and humiliation at being penetrated this way. To be honest I felt like shit for doing it, it had seemed a great idea at the time. “Sorry,” I said as I carefully pulled it out of her pussy and I let go of her long hair. My cock, however, was still surging in her arse, so I leaned forward, reaching under Liz to seize hold of her enormous swinging jugs. Once I had a firm I started to slowly ride in and out of Liz’s arse. As Liz got used to this she seemed to become turned on again. I don’t know if she had never had rough unabandoned sex before or if somehow she was turned on by being blackmailed fucked & abused, I don’t know. But I was selfishly making the most of my boss’s wife, as I didn’t imagine I would ever get a return visit. The feeling of power of Liz, and the beauty of the woman herself, with her fantastic body made this such an amazing day, but I was rapidly running out of energy for much more of this. I increased the tempo of my fucking, enjoying the feel of my balls slapping against her arse. The slapping made my cum start to rise again as Liz’s arse` seemed to loosen slightly as I fucked into it for the last couple of minutes of my remaining strength. I spurted deep into her arse as I grabbed her tits and groaned the last of my energy into Liz. Liz too had one final orgasm in her as I felt her pussy pulse beneath me and her arse clamped hard around my tender prick. We rocked together until our final passion subsided and I rolled off her. I lovingly pulled Liz to her feet & led her to bed. We slept deeply waking up late in the afternoon. Liz looked in horror at the clock & jumped out for bed, smelling of stale sex. I led her into the bathroom where I carefully slid off her stockings before guiding her into the hot shower. We gently soaped each other being careful with tender parts that had received too much abuse during the day. We kissed deeply and fondled lovingly under the hot water, exploring and cleaning every inch of each others body. We dried each other and dressed before leaving the room. We drove most of the way in silence, but as we passed the Derby turn, Liz asked, “Can I please have the video?” I looked at her pleading eyes and her fantastic body. I wanted to have her again in the future and the tape was my leverage. When I didn’t answer, Liz struggled in her seat to slide her dress as high up her thighs as possible, So I could see her stocking tops & white thighs below the hem of her dress. She took my left hand and placed it on her bush. “You can bring me off gently for one last time,” she offered. For the next 30 miles I gently played with her clit and gently probed her swollen and tender pussy. All of the time her pussy juices were leaking onto my car seat. As I pulled off at the Mansfield turn, Liz said, “Pull over”. Once the car was stationary she unzipped me for a final blowjob and a massage of her bruised and tender tits. My cock was sore and Liz sucked and licked gently. Surprisingly I still had one wad of cum still in me, and Liz gently sucked this out of my tender prick. As she licked her lips and swallowed the last of my come, I reached under the seat and gave her the video, saying “Slave, you have your freedom”. I pulled into the supermarket car park and Liz climbed out. She turned and said, “Thank you for saving my reputation today.” “Anytime,” I replied as she closed the door as walked unsteady on her high heels to her car. I watched longingly as her fine body wrapped in her beautiful clothes, minus her ripped knickers, slid into her car and then drove off into the distance. I had enjoyed my day saving and savouring my boss’s wife. I doubted I would ever do so again, but it would be a few days before my tender prick would be able to even consider a lustful memory of my Saturday off work as I headed home.