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08/03/2008
Friday sure came quick and along with it all my trepidation. That was the day that my wife, of 27 years, was going to start cleaning out the garage and basement with the help of Doug, my 18 year old mail clerk employee. Ever since my wife, Betty, and I were at that staff party a few weeks ago where she secretly sucked Doug's cock in the back bedroom, I have wondered if something else was going to take place. Imagine having your junior employee have his cock sucked by your wife.
Anyway my wife was up Friday morning before I was and I was the one who had to go to work. Normally she sleeps in on her days off. Also, she had a long shower. A little odd considering she was going to be moving and lifting dirty dusty boxes in the basement. The garage had to wait because it was cold and miserable on Friday. I asked Betty when Doug was to show up and she said between 9:00 and 9:30 am. Betty made me breakfast and gave me a kiss as I went out the door and wished me good meetings. I really wanted to stay at home and hide and see what was going to happen, but duty called.
I got to work just before 8:00 am. I went straight to the conference room along with the other managers. Around 8:10 am, the director came in and apologized to all of us. The facilitator who was to lead the meetings wasn't able to make it because of weather and flight connections. We could all go home.
Now it only takes me half an hour to get home. Would I be in time? Would I be able to sneak into the house and hide somewhere? I drove by our house at 8:50 and Doug's car still wasn't there. I was in time. I drove around the block and parked and walked up the back alley to our backyard. We have lots of bushes and shrubs in our backyard so I was able to get up to the back door without being seen. I slipped into the house and went straight downstairs and hid in the furnace room. I felt that from there I could see the rest of the basement, or I could sneak upstairs if they didn't come downstairs.
I had just got into the furnace room when the doorbell rang. 9:00 am. Right on time...maybe a little bit eager. I waited several minutes and nothing seemed to be happening. They obviously weren't rushing downstairs to begin the basement clean-up. I tentatively started up the stairs and stopped and listened when I got to the landing. I couldn't hear anything. There wasn't anybody in the kitchen. When I got to the living room, I noted that Doug's shoes were by the front door, and his sweater and jacket were strewn on the couch. I then heard some sounds coming from down the hall towards the master bed room. I tiptoed down the hall. The bedroom door was wide open. Obviously not expecting company. I knew that the way the furniture is arranged in the bedroom, I would have to get down on my hands and knees in order to peer into the room without being seen, assuming they were on the bed. This I did and I was right. They were on the bed. Doug was on his back, totally nude and my wife, totally nude, was kneeling over his cock, sucking for all she was worth. She was mewing, licking, kissing, sucking his massive cock. It looked even bigger than I remembered in my drunken stupor at the office party. It had to be over 8” long and I would guess, just under 2” thick.
Doug was calling her Mrs. O---, and my wife told him to call her Betty, but he said he preferred to refer to her as Mrs. O---, because it reminded him that he was fucking the boss's wife and that made him hornier and harder.
My wife then got up and straddled Doug and guided his massive tool to her married pussy, which I have to assume has been faithful to me for 27 years. She had trouble getting it started because of its thickness. Once the head slipped into her married pussy and about 4” of hard cock, Betty had an orgasm and she screamed like, I have never heard her before. She continued to work the cock slowly into her pussy until she was totally impaled on it and her ass was sitting on his substantial balls. I could not believe that she would have been able to take all that cock into her married pussy. All those years with me, her pussy was basically only being partially used and I do mean partially.
Betty began to slide up and down on Doug's massive pole. Slowly at first and then with more determination and speed and Doug was lifting his hips to meet her downward thrusts. All the time Betty is moaning and telling him how wonderful his big cock feels in her married pussy and how she went unfulfilled all for all these 27 years with her husband Chris. Betty had another orgasm and then they changed positions so they were doing it doggy style. Doug really slammed his big cock into her then and she just loved it and asked for more. Finally they went missionary with slower long strokes while hugging and kissing and Betty telling him what a wonderful lover he was and Doug telling Betty that married pussy is by far the best especially if it belongs to his boss.
Doug told Betty that he was close to cumming and Betty said she wanted him to cum in her mouth. Doug pulled out of Betty's married pussy and straddled her chest and got her to take his cock in both her hands and stroke it while directing the head into her mouth. As she stroked his shaft, he commented on what a turn-on it was to see her hand with the wedding rings stroking his cock. I had already noted that. He said he was cumming and she closed her mouth over the end of his cock and swallowed furiously. Not a drop was wasted and she cleaned his cock up with her mouth and tongue.
Doug then wanted to know if they should get working on the basement. Betty said, to hell with the basement, you are going to fuck me all day and I will tell Chris that you telephoned and said that you couldn't make it and the work was to heavy for me to do by myself. So let me get to work on that beautiful cock. Doug said he liked her style.
My little cock was so hard that it hurt. I was not going to intervene. My wife of 27 years was finally being sexually fulfilled. It really hurt to know that as a man, husband, lover, I was totally incapable of satisfying my wife, or any woman for that matter. Not in a million years would I have thought that a cock that size would fit in my wife's pussy, or any pussy.
I slipped out of the house the way I had come and went to a bar to drown my sorrows until it was time to come home from work. I knew that I would also phone ahead to allow Doug time to leave. I also knew that the relationship between employee and supervisor had been changed. I am not sure exactly how, but I am sure that it has.
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Anyway my wife was up Friday morning before I was and I was the one who had to go to work. Normally she sleeps in on her days off. Also, she had a long shower. A little odd considering she was going to be moving and lifting dirty dusty boxes in the basement. The garage had to wait because it was cold and miserable on Friday. I asked Betty when Doug was to show up and she said between 9:00 and 9:30 am. Betty made me breakfast and gave me a kiss as I went out the door and wished me good meetings. I really wanted to stay at home and hide and see what was going to happen, but duty called.
I got to work just before 8:00 am. I went straight to the conference room along with the other managers. Around 8:10 am, the director came in and apologized to all of us. The facilitator who was to lead the meetings wasn't able to make it because of weather and flight connections. We could all go home.
Now it only takes me half an hour to get home. Would I be in time? Would I be able to sneak into the house and hide somewhere? I drove by our house at 8:50 and Doug's car still wasn't there. I was in time. I drove around the block and parked and walked up the back alley to our backyard. We have lots of bushes and shrubs in our backyard so I was able to get up to the back door without being seen. I slipped into the house and went straight downstairs and hid in the furnace room. I felt that from there I could see the rest of the basement, or I could sneak upstairs if they didn't come downstairs.
I had just got into the furnace room when the doorbell rang. 9:00 am. Right on time...maybe a little bit eager. I waited several minutes and nothing seemed to be happening. They obviously weren't rushing downstairs to begin the basement clean-up. I tentatively started up the stairs and stopped and listened when I got to the landing. I couldn't hear anything. There wasn't anybody in the kitchen. When I got to the living room, I noted that Doug's shoes were by the front door, and his sweater and jacket were strewn on the couch. I then heard some sounds coming from down the hall towards the master bed room. I tiptoed down the hall. The bedroom door was wide open. Obviously not expecting company. I knew that the way the furniture is arranged in the bedroom, I would have to get down on my hands and knees in order to peer into the room without being seen, assuming they were on the bed. This I did and I was right. They were on the bed. Doug was on his back, totally nude and my wife, totally nude, was kneeling over his cock, sucking for all she was worth. She was mewing, licking, kissing, sucking his massive cock. It looked even bigger than I remembered in my drunken stupor at the office party. It had to be over 8” long and I would guess, just under 2” thick.
Doug was calling her Mrs. O---, and my wife told him to call her Betty, but he said he preferred to refer to her as Mrs. O---, because it reminded him that he was fucking the boss's wife and that made him hornier and harder.
My wife then got up and straddled Doug and guided his massive tool to her married pussy, which I have to assume has been faithful to me for 27 years. She had trouble getting it started because of its thickness. Once the head slipped into her married pussy and about 4” of hard cock, Betty had an orgasm and she screamed like, I have never heard her before. She continued to work the cock slowly into her pussy until she was totally impaled on it and her ass was sitting on his substantial balls. I could not believe that she would have been able to take all that cock into her married pussy. All those years with me, her pussy was basically only being partially used and I do mean partially.
Betty began to slide up and down on Doug's massive pole. Slowly at first and then with more determination and speed and Doug was lifting his hips to meet her downward thrusts. All the time Betty is moaning and telling him how wonderful his big cock feels in her married pussy and how she went unfulfilled all for all these 27 years with her husband Chris. Betty had another orgasm and then they changed positions so they were doing it doggy style. Doug really slammed his big cock into her then and she just loved it and asked for more. Finally they went missionary with slower long strokes while hugging and kissing and Betty telling him what a wonderful lover he was and Doug telling Betty that married pussy is by far the best especially if it belongs to his boss.
Doug told Betty that he was close to cumming and Betty said she wanted him to cum in her mouth. Doug pulled out of Betty's married pussy and straddled her chest and got her to take his cock in both her hands and stroke it while directing the head into her mouth. As she stroked his shaft, he commented on what a turn-on it was to see her hand with the wedding rings stroking his cock. I had already noted that. He said he was cumming and she closed her mouth over the end of his cock and swallowed furiously. Not a drop was wasted and she cleaned his cock up with her mouth and tongue.
Doug then wanted to know if they should get working on the basement. Betty said, to hell with the basement, you are going to fuck me all day and I will tell Chris that you telephoned and said that you couldn't make it and the work was to heavy for me to do by myself. So let me get to work on that beautiful cock. Doug said he liked her style.
My little cock was so hard that it hurt. I was not going to intervene. My wife of 27 years was finally being sexually fulfilled. It really hurt to know that as a man, husband, lover, I was totally incapable of satisfying my wife, or any woman for that matter. Not in a million years would I have thought that a cock that size would fit in my wife's pussy, or any pussy.
I slipped out of the house the way I had come and went to a bar to drown my sorrows until it was time to come home from work. I knew that I would also phone ahead to allow Doug time to leave. I also knew that the relationship between employee and supervisor had been changed. I am not sure exactly how, but I am sure that it has.
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