Her Husband's Boss - Sex Stories

Her Husband's Boss

... “ground rules”. If that meeting had not convinced her that she may have been biting off more than she could care to chew, then the way he attacked her at the front door of her home upon arrival should have done so. Instead, she had an allowed an uncaged tiger into her house, and now she was confronting the consequences of her own decisions. Resistance to these consequences at this point was not only futile, she realized, but could potentially void her “agreement” with this man who held the future of her family in his hands: the promotion of her husband to Vice President. Slater felt her surrender. She had quit beating on his shoulders, and her tongue now seemed to make only token efforts of avoiding his as he kept her head securely held in place with the fistful of her hair. Her jaw seemed to slacken against his French kiss, and the tone softened perceptibly in the sounds emanating from her throat. Slater was acutely aware of her submission and pressed his case, sending his entire hand inside the leg opening of the woman’s panties, a feat made easier because there had also been a slackening of the force with which she had been keeping her thighs together. One of Slater’s fingertips now poked its way into the vagina of his subordinate’s wife. He felt her body re-stiffen at this, and when he pushed the finger further into her, he felt her stiffened even more. The groan that came from her mouth at this invasion of her intimacy resonated within his own mouth which he maintained ...

... pressed against hers. His hand up her skirt stretched her panties almost to the point of tearing the flimsy thing as he maneuvered a second finger into her. Her muffled groans intensified at this, and then intensified even further when his thumb discovered her clitoris and began to toy with it in tandem with the action of his penetrating fingers. Thoughts of her husband floated into Jessica’s mind at this point and she shuddered as a sharp pang of guilt again hit her. She forced these feelings aside, however, and gave in to the impulse of pressing her public region against Slater’s hand as he began to finger fuck her. Her back arched slightly off the middle of the three steps that her body had been resting on, thoughts of her husband now successfully banished. It could not be denied at this point that she was kissing back against the mouth of the man whose fingers were ravishing the most intimate part of her hot body on the staircase of her suburban home—a staircase her six-year-old son and her husband traversed numerous times daily. But they were not home now. Jessica was home alone…with her husband’s boss. Her thighs again pressed tightly together, but not with the intention any longer of trying to keep the marauding fingers away, but from preventing their escape. XI. After finger fucking his subordinate’s wife for nearly five minutes on the staircase of their home, and feeling her body and her mouth respond, Slater released his iron grip on the hair at her scalp and pulled ...