Me, My Wife, And My Boss
My name is Eli, as I am writing this, I am thirty years old, but the following story starts twelve years ago, just after I had graduated from Park High Hchool. Born and raised in Livingston, Montana, a town of about nine thousand people, surrounded by big ranches and farms, I really didn't know what they were talking about, but some people nicknamed our town, Peyton Place.
When I was eighteen, in my opinion, I was okay looking, at least I wasn't homely. I was five-foot-nine-inches tall, And weighed one-sixty-five. My grades in school were okay, but I had no desire to go to college. I had never had a girlfriend, but I had made out with and played with some girls titties at some drinking parties.
The week after graduating, I started looking for a job. At the fourth business I applied at, Equipment And Farm Supply, a nice older woman sent me to another office, to talk to the owner; his name was Mac. I was a kid, I was nervous and kind of scared. Mac was a big man, maybe six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-forty pounds, not fat but big, broad shoulderer, and muscular. He also had a deep, commanding voice, he was very gregarious, and he spoke loudly. I learned later that at that time, he was forty-two years old.
Even though I was scared of him, he was very nice to me and treated me well. When I introduced myself, he hesitated for a minute, like he was thinking.
Then, he said, "Is your mother, Lucy?"
"Yes," I replied.
He smiled. "Well, Eli, why don't you go to the front office, and Maggie will have you fill out the paperwork. You can start work tomorrow, show up at eight, and report to Ken. Eli, be sure and tell your mother I said hello."
When I got home that afternoon, my mother, who at forty-two was still a very attractive woman, was washing dishes, when I told her that I got a job at Equipment And Farm Supply, my mom stopped washing, and just looked out the window, like she was deep in thought.
Then she said, "That's nice, dear, I'm glad you've gotten a job."
"Mom, do you know Mac?"
Again, she looked like she was in deep thought. "Yes dear, I went to high school and graduated with him."
"He told me to tell you hello."
"Please tell him hello back."
I then headed for my room to play video games, until dinner. I grabbed a soda as I left the kitchen. I heard my mother humming as I left the kitchen, she sounded happy. At dinner, I told my dad I had gotten a job at Equipment And Farm Supply; he looked at my mother for a few seconds, she blushed red, then my dad told me to work hard and to make him proud.
The next morning when I went to work, I met Ken. He was probably fifty years old, and had worked at the store since he was eighteen. He was a great guy, and he did a lot of stuff around the store. There was an office in another building, out back that sold tractors implements and heavy farm stuff, but in the store, we mainly sold home appliances, hardware, and feed. I immediately liked Ken, and over the next couple of years he taught me a lot. I was a good salesman, and pretty soon it seemed, I was selling all of the appliances and sales even increased.
After a year of working, I figured I needed to be on my own. I had began dating a girl, her name was Karen. I figured if I wanted to do more with her, than just go out on dates, I would need a place to do what I really wanted to do with her. I rented a small house and moved out of my parents, house.
Working with Ken, we became good friends, I learned he was divorced, and he coached one of the local Little League teams, which he had done for over thirty years. Even with our age difference he started to open up to me. Once in a while, he would stop by my place on a Friday after work, and we would have a beer.
One night we got to talking about our boss, Mac. Ken had worked for Mac's parents when he was just out of high school. Besides owning Equipment And Farm Supply, where Ken worked, they owned a six-thousand-acre ranch, about thirty miles north of town and up in the hills above the highway.
Ken had met Mac, when he had started playing Little League. Ken was only nineteen when he started coaching. He said Mac was a great baseball player, and he had coached him for three years. Then; when Mac was in high school, he played football, and became the starting quarterback, when he was only a junior.
After Ken had maybe a few too many beers, he said that when Mac was in high school he was almost famous around town for his sexual prowess with the girls, supposedly, he was hugely endowed. A few years later, one of Mac's classmates had told Ken, that he thought Mac might have fucked every one of the girls in his senior class.
After Mac had graduated, he had gone to Montana State University in Bozeman. During his senior year, Mac's parents had both been killed in a head-on car crash. Mac left the university, and had come back to Livingston, to run the ranch and store. Ken said Mac was still a major player with the women. He had quite a reputation, as being extremely hung and that men always tried to keep their wives away from him. When I had went to work for Mac, he had just married his third wife.
When Ken headed home, I was a little concerned about him driving, but it was only a couple of blocks. After Ken left, I was getting ready for bed, and thinking about my boss. I had known he was an impressive man, but after what Ken had told me. I was really impressed.
Since I had gotten my own place, I had started sleeping nude. When I was in bed, like any other night, I was stroking my hard dick. I was thinking about my boss seducing and fucking so many woman. Hell, I was still a virgin, and supposedly he had fucked most of the girls in his senior class. Then my mind stopped, and I realized that my mother had graduated with Mac; maybe that was why she had reacted the way she had when I told her who I was going to work for. And then, I remembered my dad's response, and my mother's blushing. Right then, I realized that my boss, Mac; had fucked my mother.
