Chapter 32

Inspired by https://i.imgur.com/hEDnqoj.png

“You think Freddie got him some mom pussy today?”

‘Freddie’ was Fredrick William Belsworth III, and was Tom’s new boss. He went by Bill but his wife, who had yet to meet him, refered to him as Freddie. Or so she had since finding out he enjoys incest porn.

A few days earlier, Tom learned of his boss’s internet history from Bill in IT. Tom in turn told Shari, which may have been a mistake.

Tom looked over at his wife, “She’s probably pushing eighty, so I doubt it.”

Sensing how uncomfotable this was making her husband, Shari pushed onward, “She’d be experienced.” She laughed. Mimicing an old lady, Shari pretended to remove dentures from her mouth before performing fellatio on an imaginary cock.

The topic definitely put a spark in their sex lives, although Tom still hadn’t come to terms with his wife referring to herself as ‘Mommy’ or him as her son.

“Should I be looking at military academies for Jonny?”

While it had been meant as a joke after one of their many recent ‘mommy-son’ bedroom sessions, it didn’t seem as much now that he had said it.

It took a few seconds before Shari made the connection and then she sat up next to him, “Are you implying I would do something with our son?”

She pretended to be taken aback, but he knew that was just an act. His wife was never taken aback.

Shari reached her hand up to her chin, as if in deep thought before moving her hands to her cantelope sized breasts and giving both a big squeeze, “Not that he doesn’t wanna get his hands on these. You see the way he looks at me.” She was still laughing at his look of disbelief as she walked away to shower.

While he had only been joking about sending their son off to military school, he did sense a knot forming in his gut. He quickly shrugged the feeling away. Even his wife wasn’t that crazy.

On occasion, Mr. Belsworth invites key employees out for dinner and drinks at the local country club. New to the company, this would be he and his wife’s first such dinner party.

Once they made it inside they were greeted by their hosts, Mr. Belsworth and his wife, Marie. Marie had a glass of wine in her hand and from the looks of things, it was far from her first. She offered to take their coats.

As dresses go, Shari’s dress was nowhere near as fancy as some of the other wives in attendance. Sleeveless and black, it wouldn’t have gotten a second look had it been worn by any of the other wives. No, it wasn’t the style of dress that caused the hush to ripple across the room.

“Oh my!” Exclaimed Mrs. Belsworth, laughing. “You are a healthy one.”

While she may have been referring to the hours Shari spends at the gym, her eyes were locked onto the cleavage now inches from her face. Standing at 5’ 11” without heels, Shari’s boobs were at eye level with the much shorter Mrs. Belsworth.

Not one to shy away from attention, Shari struck a pose, “Not bad for a mom of a teenaged boy, wouldn’t you say Mr. Belsworth.”

Tom felt a sudden desire to throw his coat over his wife and push her back out the door. He was used to his wife getting attention but the current look of pure lust from his boss? It was creepy. And of course his wife’s remark about their teenaged son was not lost on him. Nor Mr. Belsworth.

While the event was supposed to be a social gathering, Tom continued to get dragged into work-related conversations. It was after one such discussion that Tom realized that Shari was no where in sight.

He finally spotted his wife along with Mr. Belsworth in the bar area. They were in a back corner that wasn’t well lit. Neither noticed him as they were in what appeared to be a very intimate discussion. Wait! Was that his hand on his wife’s breast?

“Are you a jealous man, Mr. Stevens?”

Startled, Tom looked over to see Mrs. Belsworth now standing at his side.

“Yours wouldn’t be the first wife my husband has bedded. He has a type and your wife is definitely it.”

Without thinking, Tom found himself looking at Mrs. Belsworth as if for the first time. From a distance, she could be taken as a thirteen year old boy. She was of small frame indeed.