A Beautiful Wife's Perspective

"You wanna touch me again, too?" I asked.

"Yes, yes," Marty panted quickly. "Please."

I let go of his cock and swept my singlet over my head to the floor. My tits were open because of the shelf bra, but I reached behind and took that off, too.

"My god, Maya. You're amazing," Marty said quietly, with feeling.

"You weren't expecting this?" I asked, gently reaching over for his cock again. It twitched as I pulled it slowly and tenderly.

"I promise I had no idea. I had no intention of..."

"It's okay, neither did I," I said genuinely. Not with him, at least. "I promise I had no plan for this. Not til I got into the car. I'm sorry, I couldn't help but touch."

Marty took a deep breath as I gripped him tighter.

"You are hard," I nodded, smiling.

"Like never before!" Marty laughed.

"You can touch me," I said, taking his hand and shuffling closer so he could play with my breasts. We didn't talk for a time, him squeezing and pulling, me tugging. No doubt both of us were getting to that stage when you want more.

"You're getting me wet," I groaned as he thumbed my nipple. "You want me to take my pants off? You have interest for my cunt?"

Marty nodded, clearly delighted. He could scarcely believe how the night had turned out for him. I stood and peeled down the orange thong, dropping it to my ankles and stepping out of it. My denim mini was short and had ridden up. By the look on his face, Marty wasn't expecting to see a fully hairless slit.

"Do you want the skirt off, too?" I asked.

Again, Marty just nodded. I unbuttoned and undid the short zip, wiggling the skirt over my hips, leaving me with nothing on.

"Here you are, I'm entirely naked," I smiled, sitting on the edge of his bed again, one leg open to the side so he could see my slit properly.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Marty asked looking at the bedroom door. What he should've been doing was looking at the slightly open bathroom door. He didn't know it connected the other side, and most probably Phil was peering through at us. Probably. I was a little wary he was asleep again, given the William disaster.

"Once he's out, he's out. I've never seen him wake up after drinking this much. There's been plenty of times that I needed him to and couldn't get it to happen. So we can feel safe."

"Okay," Marty said with a deep breath. I took hold of his cock again, though he wasn't sure where to touch me.

"So...," I said as I gripped his balls, "How are we going to work normally together again? After this?"

"Maya, I really don't know. I've never done this before."

"Me, too. Not with a boss. Ever. I swear. Is this illegal?"

"I don't know," Marty sighed, reaching out for my breast and squeezing. "If something was promised, or gained, some advantage, that would be bad."

"We didn't do that."

"I know, but what happens in the future... a pay increase, or a promotion, or some discipline issue? Looking back at this moment, now, I can say it's gonna be difficult not to be influenced by it."

"That's fair enough," I agreed. "It's not why this is happening, though, I swear. I never meant to put you in a bad spot. Seriously. I just felt your cock in the car and couldn't resist."

"Yeah. It happens to me a lot."

We both laughed.

"Can I make a suggestion?" I asked.

"Sure," Marty nodded.

"Can we play around now, and work out how to deal with it later?"

"Yes," Marty smiled. "That sounds good."

"But no fucking," I said. "If we don't fuck, then I can honestly say to Phil or to work or to my conscious that I never slept with you."

"Ah, okay," Marty agreed reluctantly.

"But," I smiled. "If you are okay with it... can I climb up onto your face while I suck your cock?"

I don't think I have ever seen a man smile as broadly and happily as Marty did at that moment. As I lifted myself up and over Marty, I tried to peer at the open bathroom door to see any sign that Phil was watching. Was he enjoying it too? I saw nothing but darkness, which was either a very good sign or a very bad sign, depending if he was sound asleep. Assuming he wasn't, I would have to get Marty to turn his head to the other end of the bed at some stage, so Phil could properly see Marty put his face to my pussy. But for the moment I lifted his erection and sunk my mouth around it.

I've always liked the feeling of a guy in my mouth. I like it better if it starts soft and I can feel it growing into my throat. Too late for that with Marty, of course. He was hard like granite. I also like the feeling of ejaculation onto my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I can feel it, taste it. I like it in my pussy, too, but I can feel the fierceness of the squirt better in my mouth. The smell drives me crazy.

It's hard to keep focus, though, with a guy's face gnawing my pussy at the same time. It was difficult to do a good job with Marty's cock when I instinctively stopped to gasp and groan as my clitoris tweaked perfectly or his tongue hit a sweet spot inside. When he brought his hand into play, when he fingered me as he sucked, my squeals should have woken Phil even if he was asleep.

"Marty. More of that. More fingers. Deeper," I yelled back at him. What he was doing, he had hit the sweet spot. My hips were going nuts. I couldn't hold him in my mouth, I just gripped his shaft with two hands and squeezed tightly as he fucked me with his hand. I didn't have an orgasm as such, just long, drawn out shaking and twitching. He drove into me relentlessly. I had no idea how many fingers he was using. It felt like I was opened the size of his fist. I tried to remember, how big were his hands?

Eventually I pulled up and off, I couldn't take it anymore. Just another few seconds and I would've peed all over the poor guy's face. I couldn't do that. I fell off him and onto the bed flat on my back, legs still open and shaking.

"What did you do to me?" I panted.

"Are you okay?"

"Very!"

Marty picked himself up off his back and crawled around to come next to me. I turned to him and we kissed and held each other.

"You stink of me," I giggled.

"Do you mind?"

"I've had it before," I smiled.

"I can't believe how sexual you are. I can't believe you're shaved."

"I like it like that," I shrugged. "Feels cleaner. And I like showing my slit to guys."

"Guys?" Marty tweaked.

"Well, just Phil these days," I assured him. "And now you."

"You are beautiful. A dream."

"The first time maybe," I laughed at him. "If you had my pants off for a hundred days in a row, you'd be wishing you could try something else, some big bottomed girl with a hairy bush."

"I doubt it," he replied, nuzzling his lips to my neck. "But it would be nice finding out."

"I need to do your cock properly," I diverted. "You want 69 again, or just want to be sucked."

"I'll take your pussy, too, if I can," he said graciously.

"Okay," but keep your fingers out this time, otherwise I can't concentrate on your cock."

"Okay!"

"And you can cum in my mouth if you want. I swallow. I don't mind."

"Geez. Okay," Marty said, smiling as he shook his head in disbelief.

This time we were facing a way that Phil could clearly see my cunt wide open to Marty's face, and him lifting up to bury his lips and tongue in it. Our sex was calmer and more intimate the second time. I could tell Marty was stopping himself from cumming to make the sex last longer. A few times he stopped sucking me and lay back, taking deep breaths. I got him in the end, though. As much as he was trying to keep his control as a mature male, in the end he lost it like a schoolboy. Marty swore like a teenager as his balls fired ropes of hot semen-squirts into my mouth. I drank as fast as I could, just managing to hold back a choke.

"Wow. That was a lot," I gurgled.

Marty puffed and panted, then forcibly buried his face into my pussy. He sucked and drank and licked as if he was trying to drink me dry, as I had done to him. It was lovely. Having sex with my boss was definitely good.

As Marty slowed and tired, I milked the last drops from his penis and licked them away, before turning around and putting my body on top of his. Marty grabbed my ass and we kissed like lovers.

"I need to sleep," I said, genuinely wanting to shut my eyes and leave them shut. It was ridiculously late.

"Can you sleep here?"

"Too dangerous," I said. "Better Phil doesn't know. Or anyone else."

"Can we do it again? Later? At work, after work? You could come to my place."

"What, and do you and your son together? You boys spit-roast me?" I teased. "Marty. You know we can't. Tonight has been wonderful. I love your cock. I love the way you finger me. But I'm married and you're the boss. I can't see any path to anything but trouble if we continue after tonight. Having this one night has been so nice. I think we should leave it there. What do you think?"

"Home and away," was his reply.

"What's that?" I asked, confused.

"One round here, on your turf. One round home on mine. Then we call it quits."

I looked into Marty's eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Home and away. Then we'll stop."

"You couldn't stop. We'd do that and then it would be one more time, and then one more time, and then one more time and just keep going and going," I said, shaking my head.

"No. Home and away, then quit."

"Cold turkey?"

"Cold turkey."

"You wouldn't get upset with me later? Give me a hard time at work? Fire me? Or make me wanna quit?"

"I promise. Everything as it was."

"Your son will be at the house."

"We'll go on a business meeting during the day, I'll give him an office task so he can't come back."

"You really wanna do this? You really think we can have sex one more time and you can just quit after? No ramifications?"

"Pinky promise."

"Oh Marty," I sighed. "I like your cock, I like your sex... but what's there to gain from it?"

"I want you once in my own bed. Like this. Naked."

"You'd fuck me."

"I wouldn't, I promise."

I laughed at that. "Marty, we're adults. If I came to your place and it was just us two in the house, you would nail my pussy to the wall."

"Maya..."

"And it would be okay. If I came to your house it wouldn't be for oral sex again. I would be there to be fucked. It's okay, I'd expect to go home with cum in my cunt."

"So you'll come?"

"Marty, let me think about it."

"Until when?" he pushed.

"Monday. At work. We'll talk then more, okay? You sleep. I need to get to my own bed, my eyes are fighting to stay open."

Marty gripped my ass tightly and I gave a long good night kiss. I could feel his cock beginning to harden again, so close to my pussy it was dangerous. I stood and escaped into the hall, naked, leaving all of my clothes back in his room.

I was surprised to see Phil standing in our bedroom waiting for me.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep," I whispered.

"Why did you stop?" Phil whispered back. "I didn't turn the light on. You left before the signal."

"I wasn't sure if you were there watching or not. Imagine if I stayed and he fucked me and it turns out you were asleep again and I'd accidentally gone too far again."

"But I wanted you to fuck him. I wanted to watch it."

"He's my boss. I can't just do that."

"But I wanna watch a guy fuck you," Phil complained.

"I'm sorry. I really wasn't sure if you were even there. I thought the darkness might have meant you were sound asleep."

"Grrr," Phil growled. "This is what happens when you cobble a plan together last minute."

"You saw the sex we had, though, right?"

"Yes," Phil smiled. "You were amazing."

"He was pretty good at it," I said.

"Yeah. For an old guy."

We crawled into bed, Phil straight up on top of me. His cock sunk seamlessly into me full depth.

"That's getting easier and easier," he teased me.

"Overused!" I complained playfully. "And keep it quiet. Don't let him know you're awake."

Phil pulled slowly in and out, trying not to squeak the mattress. "What were you two talking about in the end?"

"When?" I asked, my head elsewhere now I'd finally got cock in my pussy. "What?"

"You and Marty. You looked like you had a long conversation after you swallowed his cum?"

"Oh. I can't remember. Oh, that feels so good, can you do a bit harder?"

"You told me to be quiet!" Phil yelled a whisper.

"Harder quietly," I begged. Phil tried his best but he was ridiculously on edge. He blew his load in me within a few minutes. It felt good to be cum in, but definitely my mouth is more sensitive. I enjoyed blowing Marty more. I fell asleep almost instantly, sleeping naked; boy gunk dribbling from me, over my skin and into the sheets and mattress. A relatively normal night.

I woke in silence to use the bathroom, forgetting that Marty was in the next room until after I had flushed. Checking that Phil was asleep, I went the other way through the bathroom to the sofa bed. Marty was sound asleep, too. I knelt by the bed and shook him.

"Hey, it's almost eight. You said you needed to go early?"

Marty sat bolt upright, rubbing his face. When he noticed I was naked in the daylight he looked at the door warily.

"Where's Phil?"

"Still snoring."

"Shit. I have a hangover. Can I get some water?"

"Sure. Come with me. You better put pants on, though."

"What about you!"

"Yeah. I will too. In a minute, I thought you still might wanna look at me."

"Not just look," Marty said honestly.

"Come on. Down into the kitchen, I'll get you some fluids and meds," I said, waiting at the doorway for him to dress. I too kept an ear out. Phil wouldn't be expecting me to be alone and naked with Marty again, not without him with us or watching. It would be better if he didn't walk in on us like that. The safest solution was to get dressed of course, but the thrill of being naughtily naked was too appealing. It gave me goosebumps knowing Marty's eyes were on me as I led him down the hall to the kitchen.

When we got there it was his hands on me, not just his eyes. With a safer distance between us and Phil, we fell into a clinch; Marty fully dressed with me fully naked. His hands went everywhere, including between my legs. I opened my stance to give him access.

"Smooth. Wet," he said. "You need to be fucked."

"I agree," I smiled as he kissed me. "I'll be sure my husband gives me a proper seeing to as soon as you're gone."

Marty didn't answer. What was there to say? I wasn't just married; I was happily married. He was my boss and twenty-five years older than me. It was a miracle his fingers were rolling around inside me. There were no 'claims' to be made beyond what we had done so far.

"That feels too good. It's dangerous," I said over the slopping of my pussy. "Let me get you some headache tablets and vitamin B, then you better go?"

Reluctantly Marty let me pull his fingers out of my vagina. I held up his hand and licked them clean as he squeezed my breast. I would have liked nothing more than to bend over the arm of the long sofa and taken a pounding from Marty, but instead I got him some water and tablets and pushed him out the front door. I didn't even give him time for breakfast!

"We'll talk in the office tomorrow. Dressed. No pussy juice on you," I said, pushing him off the porch.

"Okay! I'm going," he conceded, before turning back and thanking me sincerely for the evening. He used his phone to take photos of me naked in the morning sunlight. I struck some poses that I expected would come out well, including one turned around bent forward, using my hands to spread my pussy.

"So you can see where you've been," I smiled at him. "Now go. Before my neighbors see. Go. See you tomorrow."

I literally ran back to a Phil. Luckily he had a morning wood, I didn't even have to wake him to begin fucking!

We had breakfast at midday, mixing sex and sleep for all of the morning.

"He wants me to come to his place," I said honestly over coffee.

"Really?" Phil laughed. "Understandable."

"It's a bit awkward. I said if we don't fuck, it would be easier to work together. He still wants to. I said we'd talk about it in the office tomorrow."

"He wants to fuck you at work?" Phil frowned.

"No, no! He wants us to go out for a 'meeting' then do it at his place. I need to find a way to get out of this situation. You wanted someone that knew me so it was messy, well, you got messy."

"Ha!" Phil laughed, justifiably. "I specifically agreed you would not drop your pants for your boss. That was entirely your fault!"

I sighed. There was no arguing it.

"Either way, now I need to find a way to calm him down and not hurt our relationship."

"Fuck him."

"You mean leave? The company? There's not many jobs like that around."

"No. I mean fuck him. Open your legs and fuck him."

"You think I should let Marty inside me?"

"Why not?"

"How? He wants me to come to his house. How are you going to be there?"

"I don't have to be there. Just go. Have sex with him."

"You don't wanna watch?" I frowned. "Wasn't that the whole fantasy, watching a guy do it?"

"I like the idea of you spending a day get nailed by someone. I don't have to be there. There'll be other chances for me to watch it, right?"

"How many times you expecting me to sleep with someone?" I asked warily.

"I don't care, as long as I'm part of the decision."

For a time we sat in silence, weighing up the concept of Phil letting me spend the day with my boss, just the two of us.

"You were so disappointed that I'd slept with William without you being there. Awake at least. Me going to Marty's place goes against what we were trying to do - again. I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"Go there. Let him fuck your brains out," Phil said calmly.

"Are you serious?"

"Maya, if I wasn't fucking you, all I could think about is wishing I could fuck you. Give the guy a treat. It's not like he's gonna get a lot of pussy like yours again in his days."

"You really want me to go there? Let Marty put his cock in me?"

"And his cum," Phil confirmed. "When I fuck you that night, you'll have sperm in you."

"Wow. This is... dangerous, no? Neither of us has played around, not like this. Not apart."

"Maya, I love it. I swear I love the idea of sitting at work thinking that my wife is off in some house somewhere, I have no idea where, getting her pussy nailed to the door by some guy who has secretly adored her forever."

"Geez, Phil. You're rock hard," I giggled, looking at his shorts. "That's really going to get you off? You want me to sleep with guys behind your back?"

"That's the point, right? It's not behind my back."

I took a deep sigh. "Marty will be happy to hear it tomorrow."

That was an understatement. After a night to cool down Marty was well prepared for a 'no'. When I arrived and in the morning team meeting asked in front of everyone which day was our scheduled day out with his client, Marty almost fell off his chair.

"Wednesday," he blustered out. "In my office after this meeting for prep?"

"Can do," I nodded.

"Anyone have any need for me on Wednesday? Maya and I will be out all day. No? Okay."

Marty was literally beaming the rest of the meeting, the happiest any of us had ever seen him on a Monday morning. Not one of the team suspected it had any connection to the impending penetration of my vagina. Who would? At work I was entirely asexual, and twenty-five years younger than Marty.

"I wasn't sure you'd do it," Marty said in his office afterward.

"I didn't want to... but," I explained. "It's so naughty. On every level it's completely naughty. Cheating on my husband, sleeping with the boss, skipping out of work to get laid. It's like pulling me in."

"I'm so glad," he said entirely truthfully.

"We'll have all day. How do we fill it?" I pondered out loud.

"Drive to my place directly, no point to come here first."