My Boss and Me

I never really thought about what might happen that night as I dressed in front of my husband. It was a simple farewell dinner for my boss at a local restaurant with me and four other girls I worked with. My husband had always had a fantasy about wanting a threesome or talking about me having sex with someone else and, whilst we had been at parties where I had been groped by a friend of his, nothing had really happened and I wasn't keen on having sex with anyone other than my husband.

Anyway, Mike sat there on the bed, watching as I dressed for the evening in my blue silk bra, suspenders and knickers and asked if I would wear my chocolate seams with my 5" high red stilettos so he could imagine my boss getting turned on by me. I was a bit reluctant but went with it as my blue dress was high neck and stopped an inch or so above the knee so hardly provocative. Some eye shadow and red lippy completed the look and then my boss, Richard, rang the bell and we were off to the restaurant.

He had already picked two of the girls up and nothing really happened over the evening apart from him frequently topping up my glass with very expensive white wine as we ate dinner. It was one of those dinners that just flew by and it was soon time to leave and I thought nothing of it when he dropped the other two girls off before me, even though we had passed the end of my road at least twice.

He said that he wanted to talk before he left the company as he had so much to say and would it be OK if we stopped the car and chatted? Well, in my tipsy state I said yes, and we stopped in the entrance to a field down a country lane about five minutes away. We spoke about working together and the fun it had been in the office and all of a sudden he leant over and kissed me, first just lips to lips and then passionately, his tongue in my mouth, my tongue in his, savouring the moment.

And then it stopped, both of us realising what had happened and unsure how to react. He started to kiss me again and I felt his hands creeping up towards my breasts and I tried to stop him but he was very persistent and, at first he stroked my left breast, and then moved over to the right, before feeling them together as we kissed even more passionately. I thought this was as far as it would go as we were both married and it was getting very late.

However, he obviously didn't think so, and I felt his hands sliding up my legs, slipping under my dress and stopping when he realised I was wearing stockings. He said that he had often wondered if I wore stockings to work as he had occasionally imagined that he had caught a glimpse of stocking top if I bent over and that he was always really turned on by the thought that I was wearing. My crutch was soaking by now and I hoped that he would stop before he touched my pussy, in case he thought its wetness was a sign to go further. He suggested that we get in the back of the car and I thought that would give me a chance to stop or at, least, slow things down.

His hands then went behind my back and I could feel him unzipping my dress and sliding it down to my elbows, as one hand came round and felt my tits. I told him that we couldn't go any further as we were both married and Mike would be wondering where I had got to. He started kissing me again and before I knew it, my bra was undone and he could see my naked tits, before he slipped down and began sucking my nipples, God I was getting wet but still very afraid of how far he would expect me to go. His hands slipped between my legs, rubbing my pussy on the outside of my knickers before he slipped them to one side and slid a finger gently into me, getting me even wetter.

He then moved back up and put my hand on the outside of his trousers and I could feel just how hard his cock was. And then he unzipped his trousers and put my hand around his cock as he played with one tit and fingered my pussy again with the other hand. He got me wet, so very wet and I told him that this was as far as we could go.

He carried on sucking and playing with my tits and he fingered me with first one, then two and finally three fingers before pushing my legs open even wider as he kissed me yet again. He was rubbing my clit as her fingered me and I was reluctantly getting so wet that I hoped that my wanking him off would make him cum in my hand before anything else happened.

Then it felt different, his fingers had left me wet but this felt bigger and I realised he was slowly pushing his cock into my pussy, my faithful married pussy. I told him I thought that we should stop but he began kissing me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth and stifling my protests. I tried to push him away but my elbows were trapped by my bra and dress as he pulled them further down and he began squeezing my tits and sucking hard on my nipples. I told him we should stop, that it had got out of hand, but he continued to slip his hard cock into me, inch by inch until he was rubbing against my clit.

His hands slipped down to my thighs and he began to spread them wide, caressing them where the stocking tops met my flesh. He started to slide his fat cock in and out of me, gradually pulling me onto it so it went deeper into me with each thrust. This wasn't going to be making love, this was a fuck and I just hoped that I would be able to stop him cumming in me as I had stopped taking the pill some months ago. I told him he would have to pull out before he came and he told me he would if he could cum over my tits. I agreed he could as I really didn't want to risk him making me pregnant which made him push his hard cock even deeper into me. He was stretching me so wide that my faithful married pussy now felt like what my husband would call a 'slut wife's cunt.'

His cock was stretching me as he pushed deeper and deeper. And then I felt it, his hot spunk shooting deep inside me, making me wetter with every thrust as he came and came inside my fertile cunt. He kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper as he continued to cum, spreading me even wider as he forced his cum into me. I didn't think he would ever stop cumming; it was even running out of me as he pushed more and more of it up my soaking cunt. There I was, dressed pulled down exposing my tits with their swollen nipples, my stockinged thighs spread with my boss's cock deep inside me, only the second one I had ever had, and my cunt full of his cum.

I think the realisation of what we had done began to sink in and, with no tissues I had to rely on my knickers to catch his cum which seemed to be flooding out of me. I started to dress myself and noticed that in his passion he had given me a love bite on my left breast which left me wondering how on earth I was going to explain the mess I was in when I got home. I think we were both a bit embarrassed as he drove me the short distance home but he did kiss me full on the mouth when he dropped me off. It was by now 02:30 in the morning and Mike was still up when I walked in and he asked me how the evening had gone. I told him that I needed the toilet but to go and wait for me in bed as I tried to work out how I was going to get away with my unfaithfulness.

I slipped my dress up and my knickers were absolutely soaking with Richard's cum which I mopped up as best I could along with the flood that was still dripping from my swollen cunt. And then the moment of truth, I walked into the bedroom where Mike was lying naked on the bed with the bedside light on. I made him lie there and began to suck his cock until it was hard, almost to the point of him actually spunking in my mouth. He was asking me what had happened and why I was so late so I told him we had stopped and that Richard had kissed me which somehow made him even harder. I slid up the bed and sat astride him, holding his cock in one hand and slipping my knickers to one side with the other and guided him into my cunt, the cunt that less than half an hour ago had Richard's fat dick in it.

He asked me why I was so wet and I replied that Richard kissing me so passionately had turned me on as I would have something 'to confess.' Mike was really fucking me now, begging me to tell him what I had done but I couldn't, in case, in the cool light of day, he realised that his wife had been well and truly fucked, in an entrance to a field, with her legs spread and her boss' cock deep in her unprotected cunt. He started to unzip my dress and I quickly remembered the love bite so turned the light off before slipping down my dress and bra, like Richard had done, and told him to give me some love bites on my tits, to treat me like a slut if he wanted. He turned me onto my back and fucked me so hard and deep I was sure he would feel the remains of Richard's cum in my cunt and, with one last push, he added his spunk to my well used and stretched love hole. Mike then asked me to sleep in my stockings and knickers so he could imagine what it would have been like if Richard had managed to get me into his bed!

And that was it and, to this day, I have never confessed what happened, although Mike does ask me to make up a story about what could have happened that night and then fucks me so hard and fast it always brings back memories.