Her Husband's Boss - Sex Stories

Her Husband's Boss

... and that would only lead to trouble. So she replied: “I have a bit of a headache. I guess I had too much champagne.” “Well,” her husband replied with a grin as he stared ahead at the road as he drove, “you’d better take a couple aspirins, because I’ve got plans for you when we get to bed.” Jessica was expecting that. Things had been hectic lately and they had not had sex since the night of her birthday dinner two weeks earlier. And she knew that social gatherings such as the one they had just attended always made her husband horny. He was quite adept himself in the art of flirting with the opposite sex at social gatherings, and the act of doing invariably put him in the mood for ravishing his wife at evening’s end. Jessica had no problem with his flirtations, and in fact encouraged him in that department, as she was equally turned on by it. She enjoyed observing the effects that his charisma had on other women, and then being the woman that he fucked when the lights were out. Tonight, though, she was so distraught by what had transpired with her husband’s boss that she didn’t think she would be in the mood. After arriving home, paying the babysitter and retiring to their bedroom, Jessica was still not really in the mood, but she dutifully spread her legs as her husband lifted her night gown and mounted her and slid his penis into her. At first she lay lifeless beneath him as he did her, unable to get the thought out of her mind of the unseemly proposition she had received ...

... from his boss, the man who held power over him and, by extension, over her. Gradually, though, the passion with which her husband was making love to her brought her out of her funk and she responded in kind, her legs wrapping around his torso and her pelvis thrusting back against him as he drilled her. For five minutes their bodies danced a wild, horizontal tango until both of them came together in resounding orgasms, their cries awakening Michael junior who had been asleep in an adjoining room. The six-year-old now came padding into their darkened room while they were still panting heavily with their bodies still locked in a sweaty embrace. They had forgotten to lock their bedroom door. Jessica was aware of their son’s presence in their room before her husband, whom she quickly pushed off her. His penis slid from her vagina as his naked body flopped spent to the far side, away from the side of the bed where the boy now stood. Jessica reached for the bed sheet to pull over them as the boy started to crawl onto the bed, but could not find it, as it had been wildly discarded during their torrid sex. Fortunately, she still had on the knee length night shirt she always slept in. Her husband had merely hiked it up to her breasts when fucking her instead of taking it complexly off her, as he sometimes did. She was able to quickly tug the shirt down to cover herself to her thighs before her son plopped beside her, sandwiching her between him and her husband. She was not sure how much ...