My Wife's Boss, My Mistress - Sex Stories

My Wife's Boss, My Mistress

Chapter 1 A bit of history so as to put b*****rs here in the correct frame of mind. People, time and places are changed to protect those involved as well as to maintain their privacy. I recently got remarried last year and my wife is a malaysian, working in a d**g company as a sale manager. We met in a Sales Convention here in Singapore and hooked up. That story will remain untold. To cut the long story short, I was invited to a company dinner as my wife doesn't want to sit alone in a boring dinner with her boss. At that time I did not know that her boss is a female and she is a hottie. So we dressed and I put on my best suit since I don't want my wife to be lau kui. Usually I am more comfortable in jeans and polo. We head down to Fullerton hotel in my wife car (I don't own a car since I travel more often on an airplane). Since we were early (I drove quite fast... Hehehe), I parked myself at the lobby lounge and ordered a cup of coffee while my wife go hunting to see if any of her colleagues have arrived yet. I set myself to scan mode, looking around to see if any good looking chicks are around. Sad to say, none catches my eye. My wife came back and collected me to go to dinner. We sat down at a table with most of her colleagues. Needless to say, my eyes were roving around. People in the d**g sale line will know what I mean. The girls dress to kill... My wife compared to them, actually dresses quite conservatively (but by normal standard, is already quite daring). I was ...

... introduced to everyone around, some of them are alone, some are with their date or husband. Sometimes I wonder why, at least my wife's sales team, are mainly women??? There is one foxy lady in her late 20s (I think) by the name Rosalind, who held my hand longer than usual when we shook it. I was lastly introduced to Twinkle. Needless to say my breath was taken away slightly. She is a gorgeous looking mid 30s lady. She has chiseled cheeks making her look a bit aristocratic, maybe a bit of mixed bl**d. Her height is around 1.60 and she is decked out in a flaming red bare back dress that reaches almost to her butt. I catch myself before I tried too obviously trying to peek to see if I can catch her butt crack. My wife gave me a pinch to bring me back to this world again. I noticed a big diamond ring on her 4th finger so obviously she is married. However she sat alone so I guess her hubby isn't around. Company dinner is ok to my books, nice food, good entertainment. What makes up for the evening is the way the ladies (at least those who are there by themself) trying to dig information about myself, where I am working as, how I knew my wife and so on and so forth. Most interestingly, Twinkle did not ask me any question but sat there looking at me (or is it me and my wife?) with her smoky eyes. These type of eyes are what I termed as bedroom eyes, her eyes can speak thousand words. I felt a chill run down my spine as if she is trying to gobble me up with her eyes. I made an excuse to go ...