I pulled out my phone and sure enough, Abrams had notified my boss and several senior managers that I was the new district manager. And he had CC’d HR. “Yep, done deal,” I told her. “I don’t know whether to feel proud or disgusted.”
“Well, I’m disgusted,” said Abrams, heading for the door with his shoulders slumped.
“Hold on there, Jimmy,” called Tiffany. “You go when I say you go. I’ve got your balls in a sling now.”
“What more do you want of me?” cried Abrams in exasperation.
“Who is your boss?” she asked tapping her chin. “Jacob wants to host a poker night. Just for the guys. You invite your boss and the CEO. I’ll be entertaining in something scandalously see-though. It’ll be fun.”
“Oh, no,” said Abrams holding up his hands. “Come on now, Tiffany. You’ve lost your mind.”
“Perhaps, Jimmy, perhaps. Don’t test me. It’s so trivial for me to press send on an email and land you in divorce court. Just be a good boy and send out that poker invitation and you can run on home to your unsuspecting wife.”
Abrams rapidly fired off another email and then scurried out the door, never looking back.
“I, uh, wow. So you really fucked Abrams in there,” I said, scratching my head.
“Oh, don’t get bent out of shape about it,” laughed my wife, throwing her arms around my shoulders and kissing me giddily. “So what if I let the old bald fucker use my body for a few filthy minutes. The important thing is that we are moving out, my dear, moving out and moving up!”
I’m not going to get into the details of the poker night, but it ended with a lot of bukkake. The gossip mill at work was all abuzz about my meteoric rise to VP of Sales and Abrams’ sudden departure from the company. I heard all sorts of wild theories, but thankfully no one got anywhere near the truth. Truth is stranger than fiction sometimes. Anyway, after we moved into a much bigger house in a much nicer neighborhood, our life got even weirder when my wife caught me jerking off to the video of her getting fucked by Abrams. Once she discovered that I was actually getting off on her being with other men, she starting doing all kinds of crazy shit. But that’s whole other story entirely.
Wife Gets Friendly with Loading Dock worker
My wife Lisa and I attended my company Christmas Party this year and got a bit carried away with the alcohol. I lost track of her at some point during the evening but I figured she was probably chatting with some of the other wives who had congregated out on the patio of the fancy hotel where the party was being held. As the party was wrapping up, I looked around for her, weaving slightly as I wandered through lavish banquet rooms. I finally found her tucked away in a corner, leaning with her back to the wall chatting with a hispanic fellow who I didn’t know very well. He worked in shipping and receiving and I thought his name might be Jose or Juan or something. He was standing quite close to my wife, gazing brazenly down into her cleavage which was amply exposed by the plunging neckline of her elegant cocktail gown. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone brightly from the alcohol and she was laughing drunkenly and patting him on the shoulder. My gut wrenched with jealousy when I saw them, and I hurried over quickly, holding my arms out to steady myself.
“Bobby, there you are, Jose and I were just about to come looking for you,” blurted my wife.
Jose yanked his eyes off of my wife’s round white orbs and smiled at me with lopsided chagrin.
“Yeah, well, let’s head home now,” I said, struggling not to slur my words.
“Yes, let’s! Jose is coming over too,” she said thickly. “He offer to share some of his marijuana with us. Isn’t that a hoot? When’s the last time we smoked pot, dear?”
I looked Jose up and down with distaste, not bothering to hide my annoyance. He was in his early twenties and was a lower class sort of person. I don’t think he even had a degree. He spent his day packing and unpacking boxes in the loading dock, and being a middle manager myself, I never worked closely with him and didn’t know him well.
“Lisa, we are too old for that stuff,” I said, taking my wife by her right arm firmly. “Thanks, anyway, Jose, but maybe another time.”
He ducked his head in embarrassment and was about to turn away, when Lisa entangled him with her left arm and clutched him to her side. “Nonsense, darling, you are being an old fuddy duddy. I simply insist on bringing Jose along, we have had the most fascinating conversation and I am not ready to say goodbye to him yet.”
“Really? Has he been regaling you with tales of his adventures with packing tape?” I asked sarcastically.
Jose drew himself up indignantly and frowned at me menacingly while my wife gasped in shock. “Bobby, don’t be such a jackass. What’s gotten into you?,” she blustered. “Jose was telling me all about his family back in Belize. It sounds like such a wonderful country. I won’t have you belittling him like this. He’s coming home with us and that’s final.”
I knew better than to oppose Lisa when her ire was up like this, so I gritted my teeth and followed along as my wife marched off unsteadily with Jose in tow. I noticed several raised eyebrows when my coworkers noticed Lisa arm in arm with Jose but I just waved sheepishly and scurried out after them. We grabbed a cab and spent an awkward ride back to our house where Lisa pointedly ignored me and peppered Jose with questions which he answered sullenly as he looked out the window as we rolled through the affluent neighborhoods on the way to our home. It was only when we pulled up in front of our place that he seemed to loosen up a little.
“Wow, what a joint!” he exclaimed in surprised as we emerged from the cab. “Swagged out!!”
“Do you like it?” bubbled Lisa. “I just love this neighborhood, it’s so quiet and all the landscaping is so mature.” She gestured at the big trees that lined the block and the large yards of our bordered with venerable hedges.
“Yeah, shit,” said Jose, genuinely impressed. “You must be pulling down some cash, Bob.”
“Uh, possibly,” I said, put off by his gauche comment. “Come along then.” I lead the way up our walk, past the rose bushes in our front garden and into the house.
“Wicked pad,” grunted Jose as he passed through our marble tiled foyer into our wood panelled living room. He plopped down onto our antique tufted leather chesterfield sofa and pulled out a joint. “Are we sparking this or what?” he asked, licking the entire roach up and down.
“Oh, yes, definitely, this is so exciting,” gushed my wife as she joined Jose on the couch. “Why I haven’t smoked pot since college. It must be twenty years now.”
“What? Naw, no way,” said Jose, looking my wife’s shapely figure up and down in her short little cocktail dress. “You look too good, you can’t be older than 30.”
“Oh, you flatter me,” said my wife, blushing and looking down. She rubbed her shapely stockinged thigh, hiking her hem up slightly.
“I’m not kidding, your body is smokin’,” he gushed enthusiastically, as he ogled my wife’s gorgeous thighs, encased in sheer black stockings.
“Ahem, yes, well,” I interrupted, feeling my ears growing hot with anger.
“Oh, I like him, Bobby,” laughed my wife. “We should have him over more often. Keep it up, young man, I simply adore flattery. My husband barely notices me anymore.”
Jose looked at me askance and paused for a second. “Uh, well, if you were my woman, I would let you know how fine you are every day.” His eyes flitted back to my wife’s cleavage and Lisa gave me a knowing smile, pushing her shoulders back so her chest jutted out slightly making Jose gulp dramatically.
“I never thought, I’d be saying this, but can we just smoke this marijuana and get on with it?” I asked irritably, trying to change the subject.
“Oh, yeah, no offense Bob,” said Jose hurriedly lighting the spliff. “I didn’t mean nothing by it. You know,” he said, but he kept glancing over at my wife’s boobs as he inhaled. He held the hit and passed the joint to Lisa who took a deep drag and jumped up to hand me the roach with her
cheeks bulging out.
I took it with distaste, thinking about how Jose had licked it but I took a quick puff anyway. My mouth was immediately flooded with the strong skunky taste. I held it in for a second but soon I was coughing hacking madly. My wife jumped up to pound me on the back and Jose came over and relieved me of the joint before I dropped it on the persian carpet.
I was already pretty drunk and the potent weed hit me like a hammer to my skull. I watched in amazement as he and Lisa passed it back and forth between them a few times, my mouth hanging open stupidly.
“I haven’t been this fucked up in years,” I mumbled. “How can you keep smoking, that Lisa? Weren’t you already drunk too?”
“I’m obliterated,” admitted my wife, nodding her head in an exaggerated fashion.
“This is good weed,” said Jose, getting up and examining our stereo. “Mind if I put on some music?”
Lisa and I just sat staring at him dumbly so he laughed and the next thing I knew some horrible R&B music was pouring from our high end speakers. I usually hated the stuff, but I found myself hearing so much more in the music now that I was stoned. I almost liked it. Jose rejoined my wife on the couch and we just sat there for several minutes, saying nothing as we listened to Nicki Minaj sing about explicit sexual acts.
“I’m, uh, wow,” said Lisa, running her hands over her breasts and down to her belly.
“Yeah, what?” asked Jose with interest as he watched her slip her hands between her thighs.
“Nothing,” giggled Lisa, peeking at him behind a lock of hair that fell across her face. She ran her hands up and down her body luxuriously as he looked on appreciatively.
“Come on, tell me. You were gonna say something,” coaxed Jose, with a stoned grin on his face.
“I’m feeling so horny all of a sudden,” admitted my wife with a giggle.
I was so drunk and baked that it took me a few seconds to register what she had said. “Ahh, ok,” I said holding my hands up slowly.
“It’s cool, weed does that to people,” said Jose smoothly. “Just go with it.”
“Go with it? What do you mean?” said Lisa looking deep into Jose’s eyes.
“You know, take your dress off, get comfortable,” said Jose softly, locking gazes with my wife.
“Wait what?” I stammered, not believing what I was hearing.
“Oh my god, you are bad,” giggled Lisa, slapping his shoulder drunkenly. “My husband is sitting right there.”
“But you would do it if he weren’t there?” asked Jose with a crooked grin.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound right,” I said, unable to feel my face.
“Hey, she is the one that said she was horny, not me,” laughed Jose.
“Aren’t you horny, too?” asked Lisa seductively, cupping her breasts in her hands as she looked at Jose.
“I would be if you took your dress off,” said Jose, licking his lips and gripping his crotch.
My wife swayed slightly in her seat for a moment. She glanced at me and then quickly away. “Unzip me,” said my wife impetuously, turning her back to Jose and lifting her long auburn hair up in the back.
“Uh,” I said, but my mind was moving slowly and a part of me was eager to see my wife’s sexy body even though it wasn’t right for her to strip in front of Jose like that.
Jose managed to get Lisa’s dress unzipped and she stood up and dropped it casually to the floor. She stood before him in her bra, panties and stockings, her lovely white belly and upper thighs exposed and her round breast practically spilling out.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Do you still think I have a nice body for an old lady?”
Jose sat dumbfounded for a few moments as he drank in the sight of my wife’s amazing body. “Matching bra and panties, that’s hot,” was all he could muster. Then he caught himself and added, “Oh but yeah, your body is tight, Lisa. Your tits and ass are booming.”
“Yes, she’s got a great body, but don’t forget, that’s my wife, you are talking to, there,” I said, feeling as though I was under water.
“Sorry Bob, but damn, those titties,” he slapped his own face.
Lisa sat down next to him on the couch and pinched his chest. “You look like you have some boobs too,” she teased.
“Shit, I’ve been lifting. I’m swole,” said Jose, lifting his white t-shirt up and to display his bulging pecs and surprisingly well defined abs.
“Whoa,” said Lisa running her hands over his chest and down over his stomach hungrily. “You are going to give poor Bobby an inferiority complex,” she gushed.
“Ah, quite,” I admitted sadly, patting my own pot belly in remorse as my wife ran her hands up and down Jose’s hairless chest.
“You should come to the gym with us some time,” he said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside thoughtlessly.
“Err, maybe,” I croaked, still stunned by the pot and liquor, but slightly worried about the strange situation developing between him and my half-naked wife.
“I like your boobies too,” giggled Lisa, pinching Jose’s nipples playfully. “Can I suck them?”
“Sure,” he agreed magnanimously, leaning back and spreading his arms out.
And so she did. She just bent over and started licking and sucking on Jose’s nipple right in front of me. She even turned her face and looked me in the eye while she flicked her tongue over Jose’s man boobs. I was shocked but I was too fucked up to think of a good response. Meanwhile Jose grunted in pleasure and my wife latched her mouth onto one of his nipples, her boobs pressed against his side. She ran her hand down over his washboard stomach and stopped just above his waistband of his boxers which were visible since he wore saggy jeans in the ghetto style and the belt of his pants rode halfway down his waist.
“I can’t believe this hard flat stomach of yours,” moaned my wife lustily as she bent down and started kissing his belly.
“Oh fuck,” exclaimed Jose, his face beading up with sweat.
My wife laid one one hand lightly on his crotch as she kissed and licked Jose’s stomach moving lower and lower until she was nibbling on the pubic hair that formed the top of his happy trail below his belly button.
“Honey, what are you doing?” I gasped, finally able to voice some protest.
“Why, I’m just kissing Jose’s belly,” she intoned innocently as Beyonce and Jay Z sang about drunken sex in the background. “Perfectly harmless.” She gave me a strange smoldering look and then resumed kissing his belly, lower and lower, inching his shorts down bit by bit with her hand while I watched, breathlessly and Jose squirmed and grunted. Suddenly the head of Jose’ dick poked up above the waist of his boxers, red and swollen. My wife contemplated it for a moment and opened her mouth as though to engulf it, but she managed to restrain herself and she looked over at me sweetly. “Oops, something popped out,” she giggled.
“Oh, fuck, woman, what are you playing at?” demanded Jose as Lisa, edged his shorts down a bit further revealing more of his stiff shaft as his hard cock lay against his belly pinned there by the waistband of his boxers.
“Why I’m just kissing your belly, silly. Nothing to worry about,” she said and she bent down and resumed kissing Jose’s gut, carefully avoiding his penis, but kissing around it as close as she could get without actually touching it.
“Hey, now, come on,” I objected, sweating profusely. “I mean his penis is poking out, dear.”
“I know, aren’t I bad?” she giggled licking an outline around his stiff phallus.
“Suck it, suck it,” begged Jose, forgetting himself entirely.
“Why Jose, that wouldn’t be proper,” gasped my wife as she ran her fingers up and down Jose’s belly, teasingly close to straining cock. He just yanked his shorts down further, allowing his penis to spring upright and stand at attention. “I can’t just suck another man’s penis right in front of my husband,” she scolded, gripping his shaft suddenly and tugging insistently on it while he groaned with satisfaction. “Right
, darling?” she asked me with an arched eyebrows.
“You’re, just, you’re touching his thing,” I panted, gasping for breath as my heart thumped in my chest.
“I know, it’s simply scandalous isn’t it?” she giggled. She sat there looking me in the eye intently while she tugged on the young dock worker’s dong. Once she was satisfied that I had fully grasped the situation even in my drunk and stoned state, she bent her head down and sniffed at Jose’s cock hesitantly before engulfing his dong in her mouth. She slurped and sucked on it, looking me straight in the eyes to make sure I saw what she was doing. I just gulped and gazed as she sucked Jose’s prick and he gasped with pleasure. After a few minutes moments, she pulled his dick from her mouth with a loud pop and smiled back at me briefly as she unsteadily swung one leg over his lap so that she was straddling him. She lowered herself until his stiff dong was pushing up into her crotch. I could see the red, swollen head of his dick start to penetrate into her vagina through the thin fabric of her panties. “Wow, you are hard, I can feel you down there.”
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