Her Husband's Boss - Sex Stories

Her Husband's Boss

... this arrogant and audacious man had driven her to on the staircase. As she laid on her marital bed now, her skirt hiked high, staring up at her husband’s boss who stood by the bed, the familiar twinge of guilt once again struck her, but as before she quickly expelled it. I’ve been a good girl long enough, she thought. I wanna be bad! She subconsciously licked her upper lip. She was finding everything about this man a complete turn-on. XII. Slater took a step back from the bed and began to unbutton his shirt while Jessica watched carefully. After he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks came off next. At this, Jessica, who had been sitting up propped on her elbows, lay back on the bed but continued to watch her husband’s boss undress. She made no attempt to pull the skirt of her dress down, aware, but not minding, that her panties were in another part of the house. Her shoes were still on her feet. She loosened the rest of her long, dark blonde hair that was already half undone, and her locked fanned out over the mattress as she lay her head on the bed. She didn’t take her eyes off Slater, and he didn’t take his eyes off her as he loosened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. And there it was. It was as if his boxers were a tent erected on its side, with a massive interior tent pole extending it horizontally. Slater watched Jessica’s eyes drop to his boxers and again noticed the flick of her tongue as it caressed her upper lip. He smiled at her. Her body stirred ...

... impatiently on the bed. She did not take her eyes away from the boxers and the way the horizontal pole inside made the front of them bulge out, nor did she avert her eyes when the man reached into the shorts and lifted the pole to a vertical position that allowed it to be seen as the boxers to dropped to the floor. Slater was amused by the way in which the woman twitched she saw the full size of his hardened penis now waving in the air. Her legs, bared from the upper thighs where her hiked skirt lay, stirred restlessly on the bed. Slater crawled onto the bed and knelt at the woman’s feet, his knees between them. His stiff cock hovered over her legs. She at last pulled her gaze away from his cock and looked again into his face above hers. The bedroom of her suburban house seemed eerily quiet. “The last time I saw you,” Slater was saying, “you were wearing this same dress.” He reached for and touched the dress’s hem. “You slapped my face while wearing this dress.” He paused. “Do you remember?” Jessica nodded. Her body, which had been stirring softly in anticipation, was stone still now. “I think you should apologize, Jesse. I would like you to apologize.” Jessica regarded him from her position on her back on the mattress as Slater hovered over her on his knees. A long moment passed. Then: “I’m sorry.” Her voice was hardly audible. “Sorry for what?” Slater asked. It was as if he were trying to teach a young child manners, although, the way in which he was now caressing her thighs ...