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18/04/2019
My new boss was promoted from our northern office to HQ in London.a high flyer, just 30, he was being groomed for ‘greatness’. And his photo & career path had benn posted on line on the company website & gazette; & the reaction of the ladies at the office, specially the younger ones was one of, “Wow! He’s gorgeous!”. My wife Anne too had seen the website, as she was interested to see what my new boss was like, & she too kinda concurred with the opinion of the many office girls. Martin was over 6 ft, very blond with blue eyes, & apparently great features.
My wife & I were to visit the theatre one week day evening, & it was arranged that she come to the office beforehand as the theatre was close by.
Well anyway, the night before, I was amazed; in my sleep I had a dream, indeed an erection, & I was dreaming that I was watching my wife & my boss having a deep French kiss in our kitchen, & was there, a couple of feet away, & watching them. In deed it was a disappointment when I woke up to realise it were only a dream! Next morning, I laughingly told my wife about this dream—-she commented, “Must be your subconscious, what with him just arriving as your boss, him being really attractive. AND the fact that I may meet him at the office this evening, as you did say that he tended to work late!” But then the bombshell, “I reckon you’re a cuckold waiting to happen!”.
Anyway, that evening, with the office empty, but for my boss & I, Anne arrived, duly tarted up for the theatre—well made up, shiny lip stick, hair done at the hairdresser, her high heels; or was she all tarted up for ANOTHER reason? Naturally I introduced them, & could see the ‘spark’, not just in my wife’s eyes, but also in Martin’s; the spark that said, “Cor—-I don’t half fancy you!” Mutual admiration—or more to the point, ‘mutual lust’! As if to rub it in, Anne chided, “ Aren’t you gonna tell Martin about your dream last night?”. I protested, but Martin insisted I did, but omitting the bit about me sporting an erection in my sleep. My wife corrected this omission by saying, “AND you were turned on, were you not?”. Martin, quick on the uptake retorted, “Anne, we can make the dream come true, can’t we—-I like to keep my staff happy”. Not just incredibly handsome, but so so smooth as well, the answer to any girl’s dream, let alone mine. Instinctively, I watched in awe as my wife went into the arms of my blond boss, he holding her by the hips, drawing her close, she wrapping her arms at the back of his
head; I watched in awe, as slowly & lovingly, they joined their mouths together, in a classic French kiss, almost identical to the one they were ‘doing’ in my dream. An erection? But of course, as I was stood there, 2 feet away, gently stroking it through my trousers. Their heads slowly moving round & round, my wife & my blond boss in such a deep & beautiful French snog. GOD knows what their tongues were doing in each others’ hot mouths! Who’s counting, but maybe 5 minutes later they dis engaged, with she, still in his strong arms, he turned to me & asked, “ I’ve made your dream come true, haven’t I?”. I retorted, “Not quite, A’s that ‘dream kiss’ was in our kitchen this one wasn’t”. To which my missus replied, looking deeply into his eyes, “We can put that right, can’t we? How about this Saturday?”. Replied he, “Anytime; you kiss so beautifully”. Then looking at me, Anne asked how,we were doing for time for the theatre. Looking at my watch I replied we had plenty of time, & that was a prelude for them to go off once more into yet another nice long slow French kiss, this one maybe even longer, & if it were possible, even DEEPER.
When they finally broke, Martin asked what we were seeing, & he enjoined saying that was one he’d wanted to see himself—-my wife, the crafty bitch then said, “Why don’t you come along instead of my husband? It was agreed. This was adding insult to injury
To be continued
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My wife & I were to visit the theatre one week day evening, & it was arranged that she come to the office beforehand as the theatre was close by.
Well anyway, the night before, I was amazed; in my sleep I had a dream, indeed an erection, & I was dreaming that I was watching my wife & my boss having a deep French kiss in our kitchen, & was there, a couple of feet away, & watching them. In deed it was a disappointment when I woke up to realise it were only a dream! Next morning, I laughingly told my wife about this dream—-she commented, “Must be your subconscious, what with him just arriving as your boss, him being really attractive. AND the fact that I may meet him at the office this evening, as you did say that he tended to work late!” But then the bombshell, “I reckon you’re a cuckold waiting to happen!”.
Anyway, that evening, with the office empty, but for my boss & I, Anne arrived, duly tarted up for the theatre—well made up, shiny lip stick, hair done at the hairdresser, her high heels; or was she all tarted up for ANOTHER reason? Naturally I introduced them, & could see the ‘spark’, not just in my wife’s eyes, but also in Martin’s; the spark that said, “Cor—-I don’t half fancy you!” Mutual admiration—or more to the point, ‘mutual lust’! As if to rub it in, Anne chided, “ Aren’t you gonna tell Martin about your dream last night?”. I protested, but Martin insisted I did, but omitting the bit about me sporting an erection in my sleep. My wife corrected this omission by saying, “AND you were turned on, were you not?”. Martin, quick on the uptake retorted, “Anne, we can make the dream come true, can’t we—-I like to keep my staff happy”. Not just incredibly handsome, but so so smooth as well, the answer to any girl’s dream, let alone mine. Instinctively, I watched in awe as my wife went into the arms of my blond boss, he holding her by the hips, drawing her close, she wrapping her arms at the back of his
head; I watched in awe, as slowly & lovingly, they joined their mouths together, in a classic French kiss, almost identical to the one they were ‘doing’ in my dream. An erection? But of course, as I was stood there, 2 feet away, gently stroking it through my trousers. Their heads slowly moving round & round, my wife & my blond boss in such a deep & beautiful French snog. GOD knows what their tongues were doing in each others’ hot mouths! Who’s counting, but maybe 5 minutes later they dis engaged, with she, still in his strong arms, he turned to me & asked, “ I’ve made your dream come true, haven’t I?”. I retorted, “Not quite, A’s that ‘dream kiss’ was in our kitchen this one wasn’t”. To which my missus replied, looking deeply into his eyes, “We can put that right, can’t we? How about this Saturday?”. Replied he, “Anytime; you kiss so beautifully”. Then looking at me, Anne asked how,we were doing for time for the theatre. Looking at my watch I replied we had plenty of time, & that was a prelude for them to go off once more into yet another nice long slow French kiss, this one maybe even longer, & if it were possible, even DEEPER.
When they finally broke, Martin asked what we were seeing, & he enjoined saying that was one he’d wanted to see himself—-my wife, the crafty bitch then said, “Why don’t you come along instead of my husband? It was agreed. This was adding insult to injury
To be continued
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