Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride - Sex Stories

Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride

... 5’7″ in her heels, and she was about 24 years old. Her eyes were blue, and she was wearing small, diamond earrings. She had a small, cute button nose. Her laugh was loud, and obnoxious. She was thin, and had B-cup breasts. She looked like she spent a lot of time at the gym. I guessed that she was a work-hard/play-hard girl; the type that works really hard during the week and turns into a wild party animal on the weekends. “So, what are you doing here tonight?” She asked me. “Just unwinding after work.” I replied. “Me too. My name’s Emily” She said. “Hi Emily. It’s nice to meet you.” I said. “Are you having a good time?” Emily asked. “Yea, I guess so. I have to go to a wedding tomorrow, so I’m trying to get the most out of my one free day.” I said. “That sucks.” Emily said. “Well, we’re bar hopping, if you want to run around with us?” “Sure, why not? That sounds like fun.” I said. This is exactly what I needed. I thought about my boss’ phone call for a moment, and then quickly dismissed the thought. Emily turned to her friends, they huddled together, and then started chattering inaudibly. Then Emily turned back to me. “This place is lame. Let’s go somewhere else.” She said. “Okay.” I replied. I flagged down the bartender, closed out my tab, and the four of us exited the bar together. “Where are we going?” I asked. “We’re going to stop by Jen’s place and have some drinks and then go back out.” Emily said, “She lives right around the corner.” One of the other girls turned to ...

... me and said, “I live only like two blocks from here.” She was about 5’2″, also about 24 years old. She was skinny, and was wearing a tight black cocktail dress. She had short straight black hair just past her ears. “Cool. Let’s do it.” I said to Jen. The four of us walked two blocks down the street to Jen’s house, and walked inside. Me, Emily, and other girl sat at a small square dining room table, while Jen started pouring drinks in the kitchen. Emily sat to my right, and Mary sat to my left. The table appeared to be a poker table that was adapted for dining room purposes. “Hi, we haven’t met yet. I’m Mary.” the other girl said. “Hi Mary. It’s nice to meet you.” I said. Mary was short, about 5’1″ with heels, and she had short black curly hair. She was wearing a white cocktail dress, with a diagonal black stripe stretching from her right shoulder down to her left hip. She had dark brown eyes, and was wearing dark blue mascara. She had plump, juicy lips, glistening with dark pink lip gloss. She had unusually large breasts for her small frame, and her ass was plump and round. Jen emerged from the kitchen, carrying four glasses filled with some type of purple alcoholic concoction. She had a bottle of vodka tucked underneath her arm. She handed us each a glass, and placed the bottle on the table. Jen sat down across from me, and raised her glass. “To us!” She said, as we all clinked our glasses together. “To us!” we all said together, and began drinking. It was a tasty drink. I ...