I approached the front door of their home, still apprehensive about coming here to meet her husband. I'd casually mentioned that my wife and I were having marital problems and I wasn't quite sure what to do about the situation. I love my wife but lately our sex life has been practically non-existent. She had made hints that she wanted something more but whatever I suggested, like sex in different rooms, places or different positions just wasn't doing it. She found ways to avoid the subject and often any physical contact. We tried counseling but both of us found it ineffective and unhelpful. The problem was becoming serious, almost to the point of considering a separation.
My female boss, who is about ten or fifteen years older than me, somehow sensed my discontentment so one afternoon, I found myself sitting in her office spilling my guts about my lackluster love life. Pretty pathetic, I know, but I did it.
Mrs. Hunt is the head of personnel and has a reputation for being a real ball buster. She wields a lot of power in the company so most of the men in our department tread lightly around her because they're scared of losing their jobs. She always seemed to like me, so I was never intimidated by her but I certainly never wanted to get on her bad side either. I'm convinced she could be lethal if she needed to be.
After our awkward heart to heart, she suggested that I come over to her house and meet her husband and perhaps between the two of them, they might come up with solution to take the boredom out of the bedroom and save our marriage. I reluctantly agreed, especially after she got on the speaker phone right away with her husband and the three of us chatted candidly from Mrs. Hunt's private office. He assured me that it would be worth my while to come over because he and Mrs. Hunt (he referred to her as Maggie) had solved their similar marital woes through some unique therapy that I might find helpful. I found myself with an offer that I could hardly refuse. After all, she was my boss and she could be very persistent.
I hurried through dinner and told my wife I had a business meeting, which was partly the truth. She told me her girlfriends were coming over and they were planning a baby shower for a mutual friend. It made my meeting a little less stressful just so I could get away from her annoying chatty friends.
So, here I stand looking at the doorbell, trying to get enough courage to ring it. Almost in a trance I find my finger pressing on the button. It's a soft bell tone. I listen but I don't hear any movement from behind the door. Perhaps they had second thoughts, I hoped. Maybe there was a family emergency, I prayed. They were just playing a game with me, I'd go for that... then the door opened. My heart was pounding in my ears as Mr. Hunt stood in front of me. He was dressed in a somewhat rumpled white dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up and dark suit pants. I assumed he had just arrived home from work recently.
I realized that I had met him before. He had accompanied Mrs. Hunt, to a company Christmas dinner last year. I held out my hand to shake his. "Mr. Hunt, I'm Ryan Carson. Um... we spoke on the phone this afternoon."
He chuckled. "Of course! I may be getting old but I can still remember what I had for lunch today. Come on in."
I was already fucking up. "Oh no, Mr. Hunt, I didn't mean to imply that... I only meant..."
He shook my hand vigorously and grinned. "I'm just giving you a hard time. Maggie has spoken very highly of you." He clapped a large hand on my shoulder. "Please, call me Jim. Maggie and I have been looking forward to this."
We walked into the entryway. Their home was very nice. Sort of Ernest Hemingway style with dark woods, rich leathers and interesting home décor, like they had done a lot of traveling to exotic locations. The lighting was low and classical music was playing softly over the speaker system.
He ushered me into their living room and I stopped dead in my tracks. Before I could utter a word Jim was already explaining. "You see Ryan, as you probably already know, Maggie is a very strong willed woman with a high powered job that requires her to make some tough decisions. All that power can be quite stressful and overwhelming. Sometimes she needs to let someone else make all her decisions and allow her to be who she craves to be, behind closed doors."
I was speechless. Mrs. Hunt aka/Maggie was standing completely naked with her back to me facing the living room wall. She wore high heels, leather ankle cuffs and a huge butt plug stuffed in her amazing looking ass. This was the same woman who ran a multi-million dollar company making men tremble in their wingtips, standing there like a helpless sex doll in front of my very eyes.
Jim was still speaking but I was having a difficult time concentrating on what he had to say. "I hope you'll forgive Maggie for not acknowledging your presence but she is being punished at the moment and she's not allowed to speak until I tell her to." I think my jaw was still slack on my chest. "In the meantime, can I get you a beer?" I nodded like an idiot.
He offered me a seat on the couch so I could see her from the side. Maggie had a spectacular body. She had a nice full bottom, round and supple. It was obvious that she had been recently spanked. I could see bright pink handprints on her fair skin all across the span of that big gorgeous ass. The butt plug she was sporting was huge. It had to hurt to have that monster stuffed up her asshole. Her tits were much larger than I had imagined them to be and yes, I had more than once pictured her naked. She had lovely long legs which I'd always admired and the heels she was wearing were much higher than what she wore in the office. She was nearly teetering over because of the height of her heels. They had to be at least six inches high. I could see from this angle that she had on nipple clamps with fishing lure weights dangling from them and her leather wrist cuffs were attached to a leather training collar around her neck. Her hands were clasped together in a praying fashion, closely under her chin. A metal chain leash hung down between those gorgeous tits and dangled almost to her knees. She looked straight ahead, never once did her eyes waver towards where I was sitting and her normally shoulder length brown hair was pulled up into a tight, sleek ponytail high on top of her head.
My dick was getting hard sitting there staring at her until I heard Jim's voice. He placed the ice cold beer in my sweaty palm. "Here you go son." I wished he hadn't called me that but he probably was almost old enough to be my dad. He was at least ten years older than my boss. I guessed Mrs. Hunt to be in her late thirties or early forties so he had to be close to fifty, old enough to be my dad.
My voice squeaked as I thanked him. I tipped the beer back and swallowed a huge gulp, trying to get the lump out of my throat. Jim could sense my uneasiness as he sat in a leather chair situated between Maggie and me. I could barely take my eyes off her but I was able to pay attention to what Jim was saying.
It's very difficult to listen to your boss's husband while watching your boss being treated like a sex toy, but somehow I managed. Mrs. Hunt always said I was a good multi-tasker and by god I was doing it right now.
"Maggie and I have practiced this kind of sexual dominance for quite some time now. She spends most of her days ordering people around, being responsible for a lot of things, so to balance it out, the majority of time while she's bossing you boys around, she has a butt plug stuffed up her ass and bears the marks of my belt on her sore bare bottom to remind her that when she comes home, she's my whore. He leaned over and slapped my knee, hard, real hard. "Maggie and I trust that this little secret never gets out. We can count on you for that can't we Ryan?"
I stammered and turned to look at Maggie still standing perfectly still against that wall. "Um... yes sir. Our secret. I promise, I would never say a word."
"That's good to hear." He smiled and leaned back to stare at Maggie too. "No need to call me sir, she's the only one that is required to do that. Aren't you Maggie? You can answer me now."
She finally spoke for the first time since I arrived. Her voice was soft and subtle. "Yes sir." Was all she said. I was completely mesmerized by her submissiveness towards him. It was something I never would have dreamed she could be.
His voice lowered a notch and he boomed. "Get your ass over here Maggie, pronto." She scurried over to him in her sky high heels with her hands helplessly attached to her slave collar. Jim spread his legs apart, pulled on her leash and pointed to his crotch. "Get down on your knees."
Maggie immediately dropped to her knees and looked up at Jim with big soulful eyes. She had done her makeup completely different than what I was used to seeing. Her eyes were catlike and her lipstick was dark red. The sleek ponytail gave her a very exotic look. She looked like a Persian concubine from a harem. Jim grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back quickly. He roughly kissed her mouth. Almost driving her teeth into her bright red, full lips. He kissed her hard and long, to the point it was getting difficult to watch them any longer. I took this opportunity to take another gulp of beer to quench the dry tight feeling in my throat. I forgot momentarily about my hard on.
Finally when he finished, he growled. "Suck my cock, bitch." She instantly went to work with those trapped hands and somehow managed to expertly unzip his slacks and pull out his enormous cock and balls. No wonder she was his slave. This guy was hung like a fucking horse. I felt like I was toting around a Vienna sausage in my slacks and I never in my life, ever thought I had a small dick before. It was like he was some kind of mutant.
