Her Husband's Boss - Sex Stories

Her Husband's Boss

... She knew he would like to hear this. What man wouldn’t? Men are so vain, she thought. Cum already, god damn it! “You fuck me so much better than my husband! I’m sorry I slapped you! Punish me for that! Fuck me hard for slapping you.” She even faked an additional orgasm. Slater had heard enough. With a couple dozen solid thrusts he shot his hot cum deep into the vagina of his subordinate’s wife who cried and whimpered as he did so. Shouting obscenities, he continued fucking her hard for a full a full minute after he came until, at last, exhausted, his upper body collapsed on top of hers, the force of it causing the woman to groan in pain as it nearly knocked the wind out her. Jessica understood that her betrayal of her husband was complete the moment she felt the semen of another man shoot deep into her sex, the millions of his microscopic sperm cells rushing to find and impregnate a fertile egg. She couldn’t let herself care about that, though. Recovering her breath, she remained flattened under the man’s weight and could only wait patiently beneath him as his heavy breathing slowly calmef. At last he was still, though his penis remained inside her. She waited a further few moments, but then, glancing again at the bedside clock, knew that she had to take action. Her son would be coming home in less than a half hour! Grimacing at the effort, she pushed the weight of Slater’s body off her, feeling his cock slide out of her as he flopped onto his back beside her. She then rolled ...

... away from him and off the bed, but did so too fast given the state she was in. She felt faint, and had to sit back down on the edge of the bed to clear her head. She had literally been fucked silly. Once she could stand without swaying, Jessica bound from the bed. She collected Slater’s clothes that lay strewn on her bedroom floor and tossed them to the naked man on her bed. “Quick,” she implored. “Get dressed and get out of here!” For once Slater did something that he was told to do, but not nearly as quickly as Jessica wished. She kept looking nervously at the clock. Fifteen minutes! What if her son came home early this day?! She felt sperm trickling from her pussy and running down the inside of her thigh. When Slater finally finished dressing, Jessica, having thrown on a robe, literally pulled him from her bedroom and led him by the hand down the stairs. At the front door, she paused before opening it. “I’m telling you again, Slater,” she said, her voice low and menacing. “If you double cross me on this, I swear I’ll kill you myself. I fucking swear to god I will! I won’t need a hit man.” Slater regarded her with amusement. “You seemed to enjoy it so much, Jesse, you might consider doing me a favor.” He laughed as he saw anger welling up in her. “Just kidding, sweetie. You might think I’m an asshole, and you might be right. But I’m a man of my word, Mrs. Jones. Your husband’ll be our next VP.” Jessica’s expression changed radically. She was ecstatic at this assurance. She ...