Her Husband's Horny Boss

by Bram Speer

Copyright© 2008 by Bram Speer

Erotica Sex Story: Her husband's boss wants to fuck her, and she lets him.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Cheating   .

Jim Bryan sat in his boss's office and sipped coffee and listened to his boss as he expounded the idea of expansion.

"So, you see, it's going to work," his boss said. "We'll start it next week. And that's what I wanted to let you know about. The expansion will require an officer to be in charge. He'll be promoted to a vice-presidency, and that of course will involve quite a promotion in both position and salary. So, I want to tell you that the officer will come from this department; it'll be one of you, Thompson or Macon or you. None of you have seniority over the others—you're all on the same level, so it will be up to me to choose one among you to be the officer."

"Well, sir, whatever choice you make will be the best one," Jim said. "I do want to be considered, but I know that you'll make the choice that you think is the best."

"Hmmmp, yeah," his boss grunted. He leaned back in his padded leather chair and looked at Jim, studying him. "I'll make the choice over the weekend—by Monday anyway." He laid a hand between his legs on his crotch. "You're all about the same age, worked here about the same length of time, and you're all married. Tell me, you've been married, what? Three years?"

"Yes, three years come next month."

"And, no kids yet, right?"

"Not yet."

"Your wife, Diana—right? She's—what, twenty-five?"

"She's twenty-six, three years younger than me."

"Ah—yeah. You're a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out."

"Thank you, sir."

"Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don't you." He swept his hand over his crotch and rubbed it.

Jim didn't know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."

His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"

Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever."

"Make it this weekend," his boss said.

"Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.

When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss would be coming to their house, she was less than enthusiastic. "It's not the fact of entertaining your boss, and having him for dinner," she said, "although that will be a hassle. It's the fact that he is a lecher."

"A lecher?" Jim asked. "Well, I don't know about that. All I do know is that he's considering me for a vice-presidency, quite a promotion in both position and salary. And it's not like I invited him over; he really invited himself. But, regardless, it's imperative that we entertain him, and, yes, I'll say it—impress him. It could very well mean the difference in having him choose me."

"All right, dear," she said. "I know what the stakes are. It's just that I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a dirty old man, that's all."

"A dirty old man?" Jim chuckled. "A lecher, hunh?"

"Yes," she said. "You know what happened the last time he was here; at that little gathering—last New Year's. He made I don't know how many passes at me; his hands were all over me—geez. And, I don't know—the way he looks—he's downright fat, bald, greasy—yugg—he's a dirty old man."

"Well, I don't know about that," he said. "All I know is he's my boss and he's considering me for a promotion and we need to entertain him."

"Yes, dear," she said.

And entertain him they did. That weekend, Mr. Payne came to Jim's house, and they had dinner. Diana was aware of Mr. Payne ogling her all through the dinner. Mr. Payne himself licked his lips and swept his hand over his crotch as he eyed his employee's wife. She was luscious, with short chestnut hair, blue eyes, curved and shapely figure, upthrust breasts, plump rounded ass, long full legs, and wearing a short tight black slipover dress. She was voluptuous. Mr. Payne's cock jerked and swelled, getting hard. He wanted that pussy; he wanted to pump the meat to her.

As they rose from the dining table to go into the living room, Mr. Payne swept his hand over Diana's rump, rubbing and squeezing the big soft smooth mounds. And when they were in the living room, seated on the big plush sofa and chairs, and Diana went to the kitchen to get more wine, Mr. Payne offered to go with her to help her. There he came up behind her and pressed his crotch upon her rump and slid his hands around to her front and pressed and mashed her breasts. She felt his stiff fat cock pressing against her ass, and his pudgy hands squeezing on her tits.

 
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