My Husband's Boss - Marcel 2 - Sex Stories

My Husband's Boss - Marcel 2

You’ve got problems when you love your husband, and he’s a wonderful lover. But the problem is that sometimes you just need to be screwed.

That's where I’m now, fucking Dave's boss because he fucks me. I’m not due home until midnight. I told Dave that I was working late. If Marcel can fuck me one more time, I’m going to be late.

I feel well used by now. My tits hurt, my cunt is sore, and he whipped my ass for the first time. Dave’s never seen that before. No one had whipped my ass before.

Now I need one more cunt fuck. I want another load, just for Dave. Last month, I let Dave eat my cunt after being with Marcel, and he got a cream pie. He didn't know it; at least he didn't act like he knew. I want to bring him another, but a more obvious one. God, will he ask about it? If he does, will I answer him? I've been stepping it up since I first fucked Marcel. I think I’m enjoying it. Should I let Dave know that he’s making love to me, but Marcel is fucking me?

I turned my attention back to Marcel and his cock. I had it in my mouth, with my tongue swirling around the tip. He was getting hard, but I needed harder. I got a glove and put a finger in his ass. That always worked. His hands were mauling my tits, and he finally put his stiff cock back in me. It took ten minutes before I could get the last cum he had, right where I wanted it. Inside me, but dribbling out. I left without cleaning up to get it to him, still fresh.

I got into bed with Dave and instructed him to ...

... eat me out. When he got the first taste, he hesitated a second but continued until I came, and that forced some more of Marcel’s cum out. I leaned down and kissed him, and I tasted Marcel's cum on him. My tongue was in his mouth, looking for more. If I wanted Dave to taste it, I had to do it too.

It was a few days later that Dave was making love to me, and I was just melting. It was so wonderful. “I love it when you make love to me like this. It makes me love you more every time. Dave, I adore you.” I smiled at him and then gave him a soft kiss.

I could see something cross his face, and I asked, "What's wrong? I loved it tonight.” He shook his head and kissed me back. I asked a few more times when he blurted out, “I just wish I could see what your other lovers give you that I don’t.”

He’d never asked that directly, “You’re my only lover, Dave. You know that our love is so special; I don’t allow anyone else to make love to me.” I wasn’t exactly lying; Marcel was fucking me, not making love.

I knew I was getting closer to letting him know about Marcel. Could I let him watch? Would Marcel let that happen if I wanted Dave to watch? Me, getting my fucking needs satisfied. For me, they are completely different things—fucking and making love.

It was several weeks later when I needed to be fucked again, that I alluded to Dave watching. Would Marcel even consider letting Dave, his employee, watch us? I thought I was subtle about it, but I guess there isn’t a subtle way ...