Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride - Sex Stories

Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride

It was the late afternoon on a Friday, and I was sitting at my desk at work counting down the minutes until the start of the weekend. My buddy, Ken, poked his head in the doorway to my office. “Hey, you gonna make it to the big boss man’s wedding tomorrow?” Ken asked. “Oh shit! I forgot. I guess. Do we have a choice?” I asked. “They’re calculating bonuses next week, so no, not really.” Ken replied. “Dammit. Well, then yes, I guess I’ll be there.” I said. It had completely slipped my mind that my sadistic boss, Alan, was getting married that weekend. I had already made plans to get out of town for a couple of days, but now I was going to have to cancel my plans and go to Alan’s wedding. “He’s an asshole, but at least the alcohol’s free.” Ken said. “Yea, that’s some consolation. Have you even met his fiancée?” I asked. “Nope. I haven’t met her, but I hear she’s smoking hot.” Ken answered, “I’m outta here. See you tomorrow.” “Later,” I said. Ken looked around, and made sure no one saw him leaving early, and he hurriedly walked to the door and snuck out. About ten minutes later, I crept out too. Later, that evening, I decided to pop into my neighborhood bar for a beer. I walked into the crowded bar, and took a seat on a barstool at the end of the bar. I got about halfway through my first beer, and my cell phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it. “Hello?” I said. “Hey, yeah. It’s your boss, Alan. I’m glad you answered. Hey, I’m busy, so I need you to ...

... go through all the client emails from this afternoon and do follow-ups.” Alan ordered me. “I’m kinda busy, Al. It’s the weekend now—” I began. “Well, that’s too bad.” Alan said, and he hung up the phone. I decided to ignore his demand for awhile, and enjoy my beer instead. He was busy, and he would probably forget that he ever asked. I would just take my chances and deal with it later. I called my buddy, Ken. “Ken, hey, Al’s barking at me to do a bunch of bullshit….” I said. “Just ignore it, bro. He’s just being an asshole, as usual. Just do your thing.” Ken said. “I wouldn’t waste my Friday. I know that I’m going out drinking, and I wouldn’t let anyone stop me.” “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said, and then I hung up my phone. I sat at the bar, drinking beers, trying to cool my temper off for a couple of hours. I chatted it up with the bartender and the random locals that came and went. I was about to tab out and head home, when a group of hot girls walked into the bar together. There were a few empty barstools beside me, and they walked straight to them. “Are these seats taken?” one of the girls asked. “No, have a seat.” I replied. They were dressed up for a night on the town, and if I had to guess, I would have thought they were celebrating one of their birthdays. Their outfits weren’t matching, but they were each wearing very similar, short cocktail dresses and heels. The girl sitting closest to me had a short, curly blond perm just past her shoulders. She was about ...