Andria
Copyright© 2026 by Wifewriter35
Chapter 2
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - When her husband is layed off Andria steps up to provide for her family. Nothing says providing for your family has to be unpleasent.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story Workplace Cheating Slut Wife Orgy Swinging Petting Voyeurism
In case I did not mention it earlier, we were paid every Monday, but the pay we were receiving was for the week prior. Robert felt that by paying us on Monday, there was less partying over the weekend, and his employees benefitted by having enough money to pay their bills. I had received my usual check that first Monday I worked for Robert because it was for time I had spent working on the production floor. The following Monday, I found my paycheck laying on my desk when I arrived for work, Monday morning. We were busy that morning, so I just placed the envelope in my desk. Around mid-morning I went to use the ladies’ room, and I grabbed my check to open it while I used the restroom.
I was aware that the position I had accepted was a much higher pay grade but how much the position actually paid, had never been discussed. During my interviews, I thought it best to remain confident and not focus on the rate of pay. When I opened the envelope, I nearly fell from where I was sitting. When I saw the total amount of my check, after taxes I was shocked and initially thought that they may have decided to pay me every month instead of every week based on the amount of the check. Rather than ask, I studied the check and the pay period was for only the last week. I was totally shocked. Other than the incident with Robert, after work, the work I had done was much easier and less stressful than what I had done for years on the production floor.
Near the end of the day, things had slowed down and I stepped into Robert’s office. He confirmed that my rate of pay was for one week and the amount was partially based on how well I had done on my interview. Knowing what he was saying caused me to blush. Robert made it clear that there would be many weeks where I “Had to work harder and nearly every day there may be some overtime.” But if I continued to do a good job, the checks would continue. I turned to leave but Robert called me back to the side of his desk and he reached up under my dress to feel my pussy. Because I did not expect to do anything sexual, I was wearing panty hose. His touch felt wonderful, but the pantyhose frustrated him. He ordered me to go to the ladies’ room and “lose the hose”. I looked over my shoulder and there was no one even close, so I pulled my skirt up a pushed the pantyhose and panties down as one piece. After sitting back down in the chair to untangle them from my feet, I placed them into the trash can and once again stood next to Robert’s desk.
This time his hand met bare skin, and he gave me pleasure to the point of having a small orgasm. After I had climaxed, He checked his watch and mentioned that it was after five. I knew what he wanted and told my boss that I would be right back after I had locked the doors. When I returned, he had already taken his cock out of his pants, and he was relaxed in his chair waiting for me to pleasure him with my mouth. This time I proceeded very slowly and kept him on edge for several minutes before I sucked him hard and allowed him to fill my mouth with his seed. Yes, I swallowed, I wanted to receive a check just like the one I had received earlier that day, every week. If it required giving Robert a little pleasure, then I was willing to do that.
Before I left, he asked if I could work a little overtime on Tuesday for him and mentioned that later next week there was a good possibility that we would have a business meeting at the steak house that he wanted me to attend. I was blushing but I eagerly agreed to be available. I advised Robert that I would see to it that my husband knew I would be home late a couple days next week.
I was excited and wanted to show my paycheck to my husband, but I realized that he would surely think I was doing something inappropriate to earn that much money. At the last minute I decided to wait until the next day to cash my check.
The following evening, I arrived home a little over an hour late. Robert had me lock the doors at the usual time, but when I returned to his office, he wanted to take things slow. He also wanted me to be totally naked. I complied and we made out on the couch in his office for nearly an hour. We ended like we had every time before with me needing to suck on a breath mint on the way home to cover any unusual flavors that may have lingered in my mouth. Even though we did not have penetrative sex, Robert’s finger probed all my orifices repeatedly. His long slender fingers had given me pleasure as well as making my bottom a bit sore.
When I walked in, I could tell my husband was a bit miffed with me. His first question was what was so important at the office that I had to stay late. Rather than get into a fight with him, I handed him a wad of cash from my purse that was half again more than I usually brought home. Suddenly my husband did not seem to care that I was working a bit of overtime. I did not tell him that I had left a deposit that was over twice what I brought home, in my personal account.
I should have felt bad about hiding money from my husband and I should have felt bad about the things I was doing with Robert, to earn the huge paycheck, but surprisingly, I did not. In Fact, what I was doing was exciting, sure I wished that I did not have to deceive my husband, but I was having no trouble doing what I had to do to regain out financial independence.
Before I was accepted to my new job, I was constantly worried about our finances and whether we would lose our cars or even our home. So far, using the Bill Clinton definition of sex, I had not had sex with anyone, to keep my job. I knew that would soon change.
On Thursday afternoon Robert called me into his office and closed the door. There was no one close enough to hear our conversation, but his actions told me this was a serious conversation we were about to have. Robert came right to the point. He asked me if I would go to the steak house tonight and act as Buck’s date. I must have given him a questioning look because he explained that I had apparently made a strong impression on him during the time they had interviewed me, and he wanted to be with me. I asked him if that implied that I would provide Buck with sexual favors as well. I was quite certain that was exactly what everyone had in mind and while I was prepared to let a potential client spend the night in my bed to entice him into signing a multi-million-dollar contract, it made me feel a little cheap to allow my bosses friend to have sex with me for no other reason than he was a friend of my boss.
Robert told me that anything that I did beyond having a meal and a couple of drinks with Buck was entirely up to me. He added that the two men who had enjoyed dinner with us a week ago were his best friends and they had been investors in his business when he began his business twenty years ago.
I agreed to go have dinner with Buck and left work for the steak house immediately after work. My husband had been informed that I would attend a meeting after work, and his only concern seemed to be if I would be paid overtime for the meeting. I went to the steak house knowing that I would have to give Buck some form of sexual pleasure before the night was over.
Dinner with Buck was surprisingly pleasant. We talked about many things. He had several questions about my husband’s and my finances. He understood our predicament and offered to provide us with a loan that was at a lower interest rate than what the bank was charging us. I was not prepared to try and explain, to my husband, why we were changing our loan from our bank to a loan from suspicious group of men that may or may not have been part of the mafia.
Our meal was served in a somewhat European style. It began with several small appetizers and a couple of glasses of wine. Apparently, Buck had preordered because no one ever took our order. We enjoyed the main course and the steak literally melted in your mouth. They served a special sauce on the side that awakened your taste buds like nothing I have ever had before.
Then of course, there was dessert and coffee. After that, there were drinks after dinner. I do not know Bucks’ relationship with the steak house, but no one ever presented a bill, before we walked out to Buck’s car together. I thought for a minute that I might not have to do anything with Buck, but when we approached his car, he asked if he had adequately courted and dined me. My comment to Trey must have made an impression on him. When I assured him that I had enjoyed my time with him he opened the door to the passenger side of his car and allowed me to get in. I did, and after he entered the driver’s side, he explained that he did not have a driver tonight. Buck encouraged me to sit next to him and when I scooted closer, he put his hand on my legs and began to softly rub my thigh.
I saw no reason to play coy and no reason to not enjoy what Buck was doing to me. I snuggled next to him and relaxed my legs enough so that Buck could easily get close to what he was wanting. His reserved nature was attractive to me and by the time we arrived at his house, well his mansion would be more accurate, I was looking forward to what Buck might do to me.
Because we started our date relatively early, it was only a bit after 8:00 PM when we entered his house and he immediately led me to his bedroom. When he took me into his arms, I was totally willing. Buck was a tender lover, and he knew his way around a woman’s body. I suppose I should have felt bad about what I was doing and what I was becoming. However, I didn’t feel much of anything. That may have been partially due to all the drinks at dinner. I was never tempted to have an affair, but I believe that if I was having an affair I would want to be with that person and I would be thrilled with what we were doing together.
Buck was different. I was totally enjoying what we were doing and I was an active participant. If I had been having an affair with Buck, I would have most likely expected that Buck and I would have a glass of wine and maybe dance to a few songs before going to the bedroom. With Buck, it was a forgone conclusion that we would go to bed together, since that is what I was being paid to do, and I would allow him almost anything that he wanted. It was a job, yes it was very pleasurable, but I did not have feelings that I would have had if Buck and I were involved in an affair.
Despite what men will tell you, few last very long after they are naked and in the bed. By 10:00PM we were finished and I had two loads of Buck’s cum slowly dripping into my panties. Buck hinted that he wanted me to spend the night and we might have sex again in the middle of the night or for sure have sex again in the morning. I teased him by telling him that taking too many of the little blue pills could give him a heart attack. I told him that because I was concerned about his health, I was going to go home, and he could schedule another date sometime in the future through Robert. Buck did not argue very hard because he was at least ten years older than Robert and I knew that Robert was in his sixties.
On my way home I made sure to use a breath mint, and I also stopped at a nice truck stop along the way. I liked this truck stop because they had individual rooms in the restroom rather than the usual toilet stalls. I had brought with me a regular pair of my panties and a feminine douche. I used the douche and cleaned myself as much as possible. I knew that, because of the way I was built, Bucks offering would continue to seep out of me for the next twenty-four hours or more. I also knew that my husband and I had been intimate just last night so he would not suspect the moisture in my panties belonged to someone else. I discarded my sodden panties in the trash receptacle and went home to my husband.
This was the first time I had cheated completely. I had come home with my vagina full of another man’s cum. Hubby was feeling amorous and at first, I felt a little awkward getting naked with my husband but once we began to make out, I put what Buck and I had done behind me and enjoyed making love with my husband. My husband gave me oral attention through my first orgasm, with him, that night, he never noticed Buck’s flavor, but I am sure he had at least a small taste of Buck.
I came quickly on my husband’s tongue. I am embarrassed to say that knowing that my husband was lapping up what Buck had left inside me, caused me to climax quickly. My excitement was in no way an attempt to demean my husband. It was just exciting to know it was happening. I mentioned that my husband has been talking about sharing me and one of the things he wants me to do, is to give his friend oral relief and after his friend comes in my mouth, my husband wants me to swallow his friend’s come and then kiss him. I was just giving him what he wanted, lol.
I was thankful that I had cleaned myself at the truck stop. I have read many stories where the man claimed that he could tell his wife had been with another man because she was extremely loose, down there. When I came on my husband’s cock it was totally different that the two or three times I had come on Buck’s cock a couple of hours earlier. Buck had a cock that was slightly larger than my husband and he had used my vagina for quite a while. It could not have been a full hour from the time Buck withdrew his cock from my love hole, till my hubby inserted his cock into my body. My husband was a better lover and even though I still had a few million of Buck’s swimmers inside me, Jim’s efforts made me feel loved.
During the next three weeks, life went on. There was no reason for us to leave town to prospect for business. Each week my paycheck was the same and I felt guilty earning so much money for basically being a helper to Robert. Each week, Robert would ask me to stay after hours for some overtime. I am a quick learner and at five o’clock I would lock all the doors and remove my underwear before reporting to Robert’s desk. While men may like to brag about how long they can last, I was usually in my car, sucking on a breath mint, within half of an hour.
We did have one prospective client that we met with in the third week. He was a local businessman who had inherited his business from his grandfather. Robert cautioned me that most of our interaction would be in the conference room and Robert claimed that the client was newly married, so he was not sure if the customer would be interested in more. I enjoyed being part of the negotiations, but I quickly noticed that even though our client was strait laced, he could not resist trying to peek down my top. He may have been a newlywed, but he was still a man. I made sure to find reasons to bend forward in front of him. I do not know if it helped but he signed the contract without any questions.
Monday morning, first thing, Robert informed me that we would be attending a seminar in a coastal city. The city was about as far away from home as we could possibly be from our home. After his announcement, Robert asked me to reserve a two-bedroom penthouse suite at the XXXX hotel. I will not mention the hotel’s name but even I knew that this was one of the finest hotels in the world. To say that it was a five-star hotel would be a terrible understatement. I studied the outline for the conference, and it was clear that the materials that would be discussed at the conference would be of little value to our company. The conference was a three-day conference, and we booked an additional day before the conference, so that we could rest before the nine AM starting time the next morning.
Robert looked at me with a gleam in his eye when I informed him that I had made the reservations. Even before I went to Robert’s office to inform him that I had secured reservations, I was pretty sure that this was his answer to his promise to make love to me in a five-star hotel.
Up to this point, I had to cheat on my husband only once. That was the time Robert asked me to go to dinner with his friend, Buck, from the steak house. We enjoyed an evening together and then returned to his home where I was the dessert for our evening. I was not particularly attracted or repulsed by my boss’ friend, Buck, so going to bed with him was not that big of a deal. That evening was a lot of fun because Buck was a skilled lover, however, it would soon slip from my memory of times I really enjoyed sex.