He laughed as he rolled over and got on top of her. She said he looked her in the eyes as he entered her again. “Do you like my big dick?”
There was no giggling this time. "I love it!” she exclaimed. They continued looking each other in the eyes as they fucked nice and slow. This time he lasted and they fucked for a good twenty minutes, mostly slow but building up towards the end. He fucked her with long, slow strokes. He would pull out almost all the way out before sinking back in and bottoming out in her. Very hot and intense. Samantha said she had a couple of very powerful orgasms with this one. They kissed some but mostly just fucking while staring into each other eyes.
Through our various talks she thinks they really connected during that fuck. She felt closer to him by the time it was over. Like I said, this was sugar coated at first but the more we talked the more she let come out. She knows now she can tell me anything without worry of hurting my feelings. In fact I would say she's now figured out I thrive off this type info.
Once again they rested and recovered. They talked more and he finally asked about me, would I be getting worried or anything. She told him I thought she was out with the girls and would probably be fast asleep when she got home. She explained that she had told me she would probably be out pretty late so not to wait up or anything. She says looking back that she can tell he probably was feeling some guilt right then and his face had a sort of sad type look to it. But she quickly changed the subject not wanting to "go there" right then. After a few minutes he seemed over it and they just talked about various stuff. They kissed some more and just generally hung out naked, talking, kissing, getting to know each other so to speak. She said it was getting late and he said something about her probably needing to get home. She agreed and started the slow process of putting herself back together. He laid in bed with a sheet over himself as she got dressed and started fixing her hair and touching up her make-up.
At some point the phone rang and he looked extremely nervous all of a sudden. It was so late and she assumes he must of thought it was me or something. He got up, his huge cock swinging back and forth, and answered the phone. It was a wrong number and he looked so relieved. Obviously she was not worried about any of that, but says she felt bad for him that he felt so uncomfortable. She went over and hugged him and before she knew it they were locked in another heated embrace of twirling tongues and probing hands. He pulled away and apologized for messing her up again and she pushed him down on the bed and got on top. Telling him "Mess me up all you want"!
She said when he got up and she saw that "beautiful" dick swinging back and forth she felt the urge again. I guess her primal instincts kicked in because she was on him again and wanting a little more before going home. He rolled her over and got on top and before long was back inside her. This time was more like the first time, fast and hard, super intense but it lasted longer. Not as long as the second time she said but longer than the first. Maybe ten minutes. “Fast and furious” is how I think she worded it. She said that time they came together in a very intense and loud orgasm. She told me it was spectacular and she loved every second of it. She loves these type spontaneous moments where the heat and situation just takes over. She doesn't like to plan stuff out and that's why she wanted it this way from the start. Just see where it goes as she has said. Planned or not it was the end of a fantastic night for both of them.
After cleaning up in the bathroom again and getting dressed and fixed again, he walked her to the door (now with his robe on) and gave her a sweet, loving, tender goodbye kiss. He thanked her for a wonderful night and she told him she enjoyed it all as much as he did. There wasn’t a word about if, when, where, and how it would happen again. She said they both knew it wouldn't be the last time this happened. It's just a feeling she says, you know when something isn't over. He told her to drive safe, text him when she got home so he would know. She told him she would. She gave him another quick kiss on the lips and then walked to her car. She said he stood in the door watching her the whole time, making sure she got in safely. She waved goodbye and he waved back and she drove home to me.
At that point I asked her how big she thinks he is. She sort of looked up at the ceiling while thinking it over and biting her bottom lip, with a really cute, innocent look. She said she really isn't sure, she said it's hard to judge his exact length and all but it does seem very large. She guessed he's probably around eight inches but his thickness is what really makes him feel so big. I already know but I guess I was looking to add fuel to my fantasy, I asked if he was way thicker than me. She looked at me and giggled. I don't think I'm hiding my agenda very well these days. She is reading me like a book, but that's cool. She smiled and said "Yeah baby, he's a good bit thicker than you." She giggled again. I just smiled and probably turned red knowing she knew I wanted to hear that. So she went back to her story leaving me to dwell in the fact that my boss has a much bigger and better cock than me. She gave him a tremendous blowjob and it wasn’t easy adjusting to his large size, she said. She swallowed his cum and then they had sex.
She said he fucked her very good and after a few minutes she was starting to get very loud. She said she actually started screaming at some point and he laughed and told her she was going to scare the neighbors. (She has never really screamed with me, gotten pretty loud but nothing I would call a scream). She then realized how loud she had gotten and apologized and he said don't apologize and told her she was sexy as hell. He kept fucking her harder and harder and she says she lost count of the number of orgasms she had. (I'm hard again at this point). I asked how long did they fuck and she said it lasted at least 20 minutes. I asked if they did any positions or just stayed missionary.
“Just missionary,” she said.
He put his hands under her ass and squeezed her ass hard as he was cumming and she just held on for the ride. I could tell by her expression she was very happy and content while thinking about it and told her I could see it. She laid on her back again and said, "Whew... it really was good!" She then turned to look at me again and said "This was pretty great, too," referring to our experience. I agreed and told her it seems like every time we do it now it gets better and better. She thought so, too.
“I guess we have to thank Darryl for amping you up to another level,” I said.
She laughed hard.
My hard on had subsided by this point and we just continued to snuggle. Another night was in the books and she had left me completely satisfied, as always. I told her again how amazing she was to me and thanked her for all she does. She thanked me too for being such a great and loving hubby. We dozed off but I woke back up a little later. She was fast asleep having been fucked twice in twenty-four hours by two different men, and I still had all the emotions and excited feelings swirling around in my head. Wonder how long these exciting new feelings will last before it just becomes normal? I quietly slipped from bed and went to the bathroom. I couldn't help myself. I ended up jacking off, cumming for a third time, with the memories of what we had just done and what new ground we had broken. I ate my first cream pie from her. I wasn't in love with that idea before but now it seemed so bold and exciting and new and erotic to me. I ate her freshly fucked pussy out and I loved it. I didn't feel gay at all, I feel thrilled that I was a part of their sex in some way. It made me feel loved and submissive (which is new to me the submissive part). But it felt sexy thinking that way. She had blown him for the first time and swallowed his cum. How fucking exciting is that? My wife's mouth wrapped around my boss's big cock, drinking from him. Fuck, I wish I had been a fly on the wall during that. Everything is so damn exciting right now. I am loving my life.
If it could all be worked out between us all, in theory I'd like for him to assume the dominate role in her life, as her primary man and I would hopefully always still be needed and wanted. I mean I am no genius about this stuff or even my own feelings. I just know that my fantasies started with wanting them to take things to the next level and knowing already they wanted and
felt it. Now that it's happened and she has more than embraced it all and showed a little hint of a dominant side (which honestly didn't play a strong part in my earliest hopes), I have been feeling more and more like I should step aside so to speak. When I think of them I see them as a classic type couple (age difference aside). I mean once again being honest with myself she is out of my league sort of, looks wise. I am no ugly duckling but I think she is utterly gorgeous and I am not that. I am fairly average, maybe cute at best. But average in looks, size, and income. She is the kind of girl that draws attention and looks wherever she goes. He is a seriously handsome man (you can tell the way women look at him and act towards him). My mom was also very beautiful, and they made a good match that way also. But besides the outer appearances there are the intangibles.
She is a normal girl in many aspects but she has let things out here and there about being attracted to strong take-charge types. I am not overly submissive or weak but I also wouldn't be seen as an alpha or dominate leader type either. He is that. Not a asshole with it, but he clearly knows what he's doing and how to get things done. He's a leader and I am a follower. I know she knows this, too. It's never created any major issues between us, and she didn't seem to mind taking the lead in certain things. But now with a man in her life who fills those previous voids she may have been feeling, well I assume she likes that, along with the bigger cock. I haven't really talked about this aspect with her but I know her, and I feel it.
This is something I haven't even come close to sharing with her yet, but in theory I would like to see them become a couple, a real couple. How that could work, I have no clue at all. It's fucking out there man, crazy stuff. But in a perfect world I could see or imagine them being the main couple and me being her cuckold, secondary husband, whatever best describes it. I feel it in my bones that that would make her very happy. If it's doable I don't know. I don't know if she would really want to take on such a lifestyle and I don't know how he would feel about it, either. I do know that, right now, she's loving being his lover and I can only assume he feels the same way. I think it may have been a long time coming for both of them so it must feel pretty nice to finally be doing what you dreamed of for so long. That's obviously my thinking and some of Samantha's from talking with her. I don't know my boss's thoughts obviously. But I just imagine it that way.
MY WIFE AND MY BOSS 2
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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As you know, my name is Brayden and I’m 27 years old. My wife Samantha is 26 years old. We were high school sweethearts and we’ve been married for eight years. My wife is a gorgeous woman and I couldn’t be happier with her. As I explained earlier, she’s become very friendly with my boss. His name is Darryl.
Samantha and I had been lying in bed chatting about various things, nothing boss–related. Even before going to bed I could tell it wasn't one of those nights. She just wasn't giving off any sexual signals that I could read. So I had gotten sex off the mind and just moved on to “quality time” with her. Catching up and talking about things going on in both our lives, so on. She was wearing an old beat up nightshirt type thingy and a simple pair of white cotton panties. It was still hot for a Samantha worshiper like myself, but not her sexiest attire by a long shot.
At some point I decided to bring up my dream, the one about her being my boss’s wife. I honestly didn't bring it up for any sexual reasons. The dream was very non-sexual anyway so I wasn't even thinking along those lines at all. The dream obviously touched me on a sub-conscious sexual level but it's not a sexual dream so. But I brought it up and just thought she might find it interesting. See if she had any thoughts in particular on it, the meaning of it.
Samantha laid there facing me, her hands tucked between her face and the pillow, curled in the fetal position while she listened. I was on my back looking up, but occasionally looking over at her to see her facial expressions. The dream isn't a long one so it didn't take much time to get it all out. When I finished I asked her what she thought.
She smiled. “You sure have some weird dreams, don't you?" I agreed that I do and told her they have only gotten stranger these past few months with everything going on with us. She giggled a little and reached her hand over and put it on my face. Caressing lightly, she said, “strange but hot, huh?"
I smiled. "Oh, yeah!" I asked her what she thought of this latest one.
She rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She had a strange look on her face, like she had no idea what to think of it, and then looked over at me. “No clue. What do you think it means?”
At first I said I had no clue either because I felt a little embarrassed telling my actual thoughts. But after a few minutes I went ahead and told her what I thought it meant, that I thought she might marry him and become his wife. It was late but not too late, so she wasn't super tired or anything. She seemed playful and happy, if not sexual. She listened to me and said I could be right – dreams work in mysterious ways to tell us what our subconscious is really thinking, or worrying about.
“Did the dream turn you on at all?” she asked. “Even a little?”
I admitted it did. I still feel I probably blush big time when admitting this stuff to her. She smiled at me and said, "A light breeze can get you hard these days." She giggled.
“Anything involving you turns me on,” I said.
“Aww, you're so sweet," she said, and leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the lips.
We talked a little more about the dream but nothing big or memorable now. Then she changed the subject and we chatted about other stuff for a little while. After a while she sort of scooted over towards me and put her arm over my chest and gave me a kiss. She pulled her face back and smiled at me.
“Do you want to eat my pussy?”
I am sure my face said it all to her but I spoke anyway. “Hell Yeah!” I said and immediately flipped her over to her back again and scooted down to her pussy. She giggled again and spread her legs wide for me. I pulled her panties down and off and immediately went to work. I had gotten instantly hard as soon as she asked me and wanted nothing more than to have my face buried in her creamy hot pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair as I ate. I lovingly licked and slurped and sucked and totally got into my work as I always do. I really can't describe just how much I love this woman's pussy. I sometimes feel totally consumed and owned by it. She knows it too!
As I ate she moaned and cooed her appreciation. At some point she looked down and caught my eye. “Such a good boy,” she said. Keeping in character I guess but I just moaned back to let her know her praise excited me. She rubbed my head and moved her pussy up and down, sort of feeding me it felt like. She had this sexy little grin on her face the whole time. She loves my mouth on her obviously. As she got closer and closer to her coming orgasm she started moving it up and down faster and faster pulling my face harder against her. "Eat it baby, Eat me!" I just moaned and sucked and tried to keep up. I had my hands pulling her ass cheeks apart and looked down and saw that tasty brown hole winking at me. I dove into it without any preview or warning to her. I just stuck my tongue deep into her ass and she blew! She started cumming violently and pulled my hair hard against her. She loves my little sneak attacks on her ass like this and I love doing them. I continued to lick and probe her anus as she started coming down off a fairly lar
ge orgasm. She had her eyes closed now and was still caressing and playing with my hair, moving her ass and pussy around in a small circular motion for me to follow with my mouth. I was on the verge of cumming myself since I was grinding my dick into the mattress the whole time.
When she had had enough she looked down, still holding my face in both her hands, and said, "Wow, that was great baby. Thank you.”
I smiled up at her and said "My pleasure." I rose up and she gave me a long, deliciously sexy kiss to thank me for my efforts. I rolled off of her, sensing she wasn't in the mood for intercourse. She snuggled into me and used her long manicured nails to gently scrape against my chest and stomach. She looked up at me and kissed my neck lightly, asking if I was still horny.
"I'm always horny for you, baby."
She smiled back and said she wanted to watch me jack off again. I was caught off guard by this since I've only done it twice all these years (even though once was very recent). “Really?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Will you do it for me?"
I smiled and told her I'd do anything she wanted.
“Mmmm, I like hearing that."
I was still hard, so with that I proceeded to take it out and start pumping. Samantha laid there with her head on my chest looking down, watching me do it. She had just had her nails done the day before in this sexy little french manicure and she was lightly scratching my belly and tracing a line from down near by dick all the way up to my chest. I have no idea why but I have never been able to cum quickly from masturbating. And with it being with an audience now it only seemed harder. I was and am very turned on with the whole thought of it, but I guess it's sort of like having performance anxiety or something. Not easy to just put on a show doing it.
She then started asking questions about jerking off.
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