**** The Boss!

My wife’s ex-boss was not a very good boss – made her work late because he could not finish his work on time and often criticized her work without any valid reasons. The bastard even refused to give her time off for our honeymoon. She quit and that was the end of it. Or so we thought.

A year or so later we had popped in to a friend’s bar for a quiet drink after dinner when we met her ex-boss on his own. Being in a good mood, we asked him to join us. The conversation was sort of meandering along, naturally with a clear sexual undertone, and he kept glancing at her nipples, clear through her silk blouse. I asked him whether he fancied her and if so, whether we should head to his place.

Pretty soon we were relaxing on the sofa at his flat and he admitted that he had on occasion fantasized over my wife’s body. I asked her if she would mind showing him the subject of his fantasies. She responded with absolutely no hesitation, stripping and standing in front of him, a challenging look in her eyes. Steve told her that her body was way better than what he had visualized when she was working with him but that her attitude in the office had made it clear that she was unapproachable. He found it totally unbelievable that she was standing naked waiting for him to **** her.

Straight to the bedroom it was and she knelt on the bed, asking which of us wanted her first. I suggested that Steve be first tonight, telling him to enjoy the body he had fantasized, perhaps even ***********. He pushed her on her back, with her legs spread wide, and wasted no time inserting one or more fingers in her *****. In what seemed like no time, she had her first ******.

Rolling over onto her knees, she lifted her bum off the bed and looked back at Steve as she asked him whether he had ever jerked off imagining her in this position—stark naked, hips off the bed and legs apart, her ***** completely open to his view, ready to be ******—when they were working in the same office.

Instead of ******* her from behind as we both expected, he once again rolled her on her back, straddled her, and thrust his erection in her mouth. I slid up the bed for a close-up look at her lips fully stretched around Steve’s erect member, watching him plunge deep into her welcoming mouth, and I knew it would not be long before he came. I whispered to her that she was magnificent, but with her mouth full, she quite naturally did not answer.

His **** firmly planted in her mouth, Steve swiveled around so that he could start kissing her *****. I could see how she lifted her hips toward his eager mouth, how his tongue tickled its way between her swollen lips to tease her clitoris, how she started writhing under his caresses. I crouched near her and leant forward to kiss her breast. It was the only part available, her mouth and ***** already busy with Steve.

She took her mouth off his **** and asked him to concentrate on her *****. When he knelt between her legs and started kissing her ***** with total abandon, she grasped his head so she could modulate his caresses. She was now in total control, setting the pace at which her ex-boss serviced her, which marked a complete turn-around in the balance of power when they had worked together, perhaps some compensation for all the grief she had got from him in the office.

From the way her cheeks were flushing red and her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, it was obvious that however bad a boss he may have been, Steve certainly gave good head. While I gently stroked her neck and breasts, together we watched another man now quite noisily kissing my wife’s *****.

In a move that took me by complete surprise, she rolled her boss on his back and straddled him, her thighs clenched tightly against his head and her groin on his face. He reached up with both hands to grasp her hips as he continued his caresses, his tongue probing as deep into her ***** as he could possibly get. She was twisting every which way, her torso now bathed in sweat and her breasts jiggling gorgeously. All the while, she was looking at me, smiling happily because she knew how much I loved seeing her being pleasured by other men. Her face was contorted with sheer animal lust when she came. The sight of my wife having an ****** sitting on another man's face was one of the most sensual and exciting things I had ever seen and my **** was so hard I thought it would explode. I just had to **** her.

Her body still trembling, she laid on her back and asked Steve if she could suck his **** again, not the sort of invitation he was likely to refuse. He straddled her and fed his **** into her greedy mouth again. She could not see me but let me spread her legs wide apart when she felt my hands slowly pushing outward.

Busy as she was with the man face-******* her, she still managed to reach down to grasp my **** and rub it against her wet and swollen lips. She really did love having a **** at each set of lips and had pulled her thighs up and back, raising her arse towards me and opening herself completely.

Steve was now up on his knees and had turned to face me, so I had a fantastic view of her sucking hard on his **** and of her lower body responding to my **** slamming into her *****. It was not long before I came and I could feel the spasms of her ******. Only then did I notice that Steve had not come.

Moving to the middle of the bed with his **** clearly still erect, he told her that he wanted to take her doggy-style. She obediently rolled over on her front, with her hips raised high off the bed, opening her body to him in the classic ****-from-behind position. The look on her face was one of pride in how sexy she was and how much her ex-boss wanted to **** her.

Naomi was looking up at me at the moment Steve entered her and her eyes clouded over, making it very clear that her body could and did react positively even when the man taking her was someone she did not really like. Her hips had started to rotate in time to his thrusts, a sight that I always found incredibly stimulating. I told her that I loved her as she was, on fours and giving her body to another man.

Seemingly determined to make her his woman at this moment, Steve pushed down on her lower back with both hands, obviously wanting to keep her open for his assault. He was relentless, pushing down on her back to keep her arse high, forcing her knees wide apart, and thrusting hard deep inside her.

She turned to look back at him over her shoulder, ******* back against him, meeting his thrusts halfway, spreading her legs apart and keeping her hips pointing upward toward him. I was incredibly happy to notice that she was an active and aggressive partner even as a man she disliked was ******* her. I was even happier when she turned back to face me and took my **** in her mouth. She was moaning from the pleasure of Steve's **** in her ***** but that did not stop her from giving my **** the attention it demanded.

As soon as he had come, I rolled her on her back and slid inside her moist, hot belly, while I assured her that the manner in which she offered her body to Steve enriched her in my eyes. With her eyes closed, she let me slowly make love to her, while the man who had just taken her rather brutally watched us. Her **** was slick and smooth from a mixture of her own juices, mine, and those of her sex partner for tonight but she could still grasp my member tight with her internal muscles. Her ***** felt hotter and wetter than before we had started letting other men **** her.

Later, much later, we were back at home in our own bed and I was crouched between her legs, my mouth was poised to kiss her lower lips, still moist and swollen from the strenuous workout they had had. Although at times I still found it strange that I loved her body when it was marked by the smells of another man, this did not stop me from licking all the mixed juices from ****.

The look of utter trust and love in her eyes as I slowly entered her spoke volumes of the strength of our love for each other. She was at all times an energetic and adventurous sexual partner but after having participated in a *********, she seemed to be more open, more tender, and more loving. ******* other men made no difference to her feelings for me, except perhaps to strengthen them.