There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Glenn called out.
The door opened, and my wife Amanda stepped into her boss' office. She was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse above an equally form-fitting black miniskirt that crawled dangerously up her thighs. Her long black hair was wound up neatly in a bun. A pair of glasses sat on the brim of her nose that gave her an exceptionally studious look. High black heels added a few inches to her height while her full lips seemed somehow even more luscious with the blood-red lipstick she wore.
Amanda was dressed much nicer than she needed to be for work.
"Ah, there you are, Amanda. Come in, I've been expecting you." Glenn's tone was a bit strained and there was an audible quiver in his voice.
Amanda beamed him a smile as she entered and closed the door behind her.
"Here is the report you requested, Mr. Talbot," she said, waving a stack of papers at him. Amanda tried to keep a straight face as she spoke, and there was a trace of laughter in her voice.
Glenn's office was spacious. He sat in a large black leather chair behind an enormous wooden desk that was littered with papers, pens, a laptop, and other office items. Behind him were large windows that provided a scenic view to mountains in the distance. Only higher-ups in Glenn and Amanda's company were fortunate to have such a view from their office.
"Thank you for compiling those numbers, I truly appreciate it. If I may?"
Glenn held out his hand to take the report from Amanda. He couldn't make eye contact with her as she handed the papers over, and he was sweating profusely. Glenn loosened his tie then squirmed in his chair as he made the pretense of reading over the report. My wife stood patiently before him, trying to hide her grin and stifle her laughter while keeping up the façade.
After a brief silence, Glenn said, "You know...these numbers...this report, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I feel as though you just threw everything together haphazardly and rushed through the work. I won't be able to submit this information to the board members. I am not happy." He looked up and finally made eye contact with my wife. "There will be consequences."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir," Amanda apologized with obvious mock sincerity. "I'll do a better job next time."
"I'm afraid there won't be a next time, my dear. I'm going to have to let you go. Please pack up your belongings and leave the premises immediately."
"Oh please!" Amanda was giving him her best puppy dog eyes now. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to let you down. Please don't fire me. I'll do anything to make it up to you." She paused and her voice dropped a bit. "Anything."
Glenn shifted in his chair again. He was staring lecherously at my wife now, as he always did when he had the chance, licking his lips. "Well... you HAVE been a very hardworking, loyal employee for the past four years. I would genuinely hate to lose your services. Perhaps...perhaps we can figure something out... come to some sort of agreement. Have you make some kind of...reparations...for your shoddy work."
Amanda was giving him her devastating smile as she approached. She put both hands on the desktop, and leaned forward. "What kind of agreement....sir?"
Glenn's bulging eyes locked onto her ample cleavage, and he started touching himself beneath the table. He caught Amanda's eyes. "You know what I want," he whispered. They stared at one another for a long moment, alone in his spacious office.
Finally, Glenn could no longer contain himself and maintain the charade. He sprung up from his chair, sending it rolling back on its wheels. Then he hungrily pulled Amanda to him as they kissed, devouring each other's lips and tongue for a long time.
"I've been waiting for this moment all day," Glenn breathed. "I wasn't sure if it was really going to happen."
Amanda smiled at her boss, who was older enough to be her father, and stroked his cheek affectionately. "I've never let you down before, have I?"
"No. No you haven't, love. Not once."
Amanda kissed him again. In a sultry voice she asked, "Now tell me what you want."
Glenn could barely contain himself. He stepped back towards the window, never taking his eyes off my wife as he quickly closed the shutters. "Are you wearing the bra and panties that I purchased for you?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
Amanda removed her glasses and took her cellphone from her pocket, placing them both on the table. Then she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, knowing a sexy strip tease would drive her boss insane. But Glenn was too impatient for that. He bounded over to her and ripped open her top. Amanda's perfectly-formed 34C breasts, wrapped tightly in a silky, lavender bra, spilled out. Taking only a moment to admire my wife's tits, he yanked her skirt down equally as fast, revealing matching panties that hugged her hips beautifully.
As Glenn stepped back, he pulled Amanda towards him with one hand while swiping everything off his table with the other. Once everything had clattered to the floor, he kissed her again, then basically tossed Amanda onto the table and bent her over. My wife yelped in surprise. Glenn had never been anything but deferential, almost passive, towards her. But his sudden roughness was born out of lust-filled desperation and impatience.
Glenn pulled her panties down then smoothed his hands all over her ass. He hesitated before giving her a hard slap. Amanda yelped again.
"Baby girl, did you enjoy it when we brutalized you the other night, in your very own living room?"
"You know I did."
3 more quick slaps on each cheek left angry red hand prints on Amanda's tan skin. But now Glenn was enthralled by her cleanly shaved pussy, which already had a glint of wetness to them. He rubbed her engorged clit and vaginal lips with his fingers, eliciting a loud sigh.
Without any pretense, Glenn drove the index and middle fingers of his left hand into my wife's pussy. Her body quivered and she let out another explosive breath. As he commenced to fingerfuck Amanda, Glenn reached up with his right hand to unclasp her bra, pulling it out from under her and tossing it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. He continued drilling his fingers in and out of her vagina while sweeping his free hand all over her body.
"Such a work of art," Glenn intoned. "I'm going to make you forget about your husband and the other boys. But first, be a good girl and take off my pants."
Amanda was still strewn across the massive wooden desk when he pulled his fingers out of her to stand directly in front of her. Coolly, she undid her boss' pants, and lowered them and his underwear until his erection hovered just a few inches from her face.
Now that his cock was free of its confines, Glenn had other ideas. "Take me into your mouth and make me wet before I make love to you."
Amanda opened her mouth wide as Glenn seized the sides of her head and drove his erection down her throat. Glenn moaned aloud as soon as his penis made contact with her, momentarily not caring if anyone heard him. "You are a gift to all men, Mandy," he breathed, using my wife's pet name.
Amanda spent a good while coating his cock with a copious amount of saliva as he throatfucked her, so much that spit was dripping out of her mouth and onto the carpet below. Glenn grunted as he thrusted into her mouth one final time, then pulled out, and moved behind Amanda again.
With her heels giving her additional height, Amanda's pussy lined up perfectly with Glenn's hard-on. He pressed his cockhead to her vaginal opening, holding it there for a moment, letting her feel him, teasing her and giving her an idea of what was to come. Then, after leaning down and kissing Amanda on the back of her shoulder, Glenn drew himself up tall and steered his manhood into my wife's waiting orifice. He pinned her down by the back of the neck as she squirmed and clawed at the tabletop in the throes of passion.
"My darling...I've fantasized about this moment for so long... making love to you in my office.... fucking you on this very table.....ohhhh....."
Glenn continued to pummel my wife's pussy from behind. He let go of her neck and, instead, grabbed her at the elbows, lifting her body off the table into somewhat of a skier's pose. She pulled against him as a counterforce to maintain her position as he continued to fuck her from behind.
"Oh god, that feels so good. Oh god...oh god!"
"Wait!" Amanda exclaimed before he could ejaculate inside of her. She spun from him and moved away from the table.
"What? Why? What happ---- did I hurt you?" Glenn was frustrated at being blue-balled, but his concern for my wife was genuine, and first and foremost.
"No, silly. Sit back in your chair. Hurry!"
Glenn appeared totally confused as she practically shoved him down into a sitting position. Amanda smiled slyly at him then bent down to kiss him on the lips.
"You're not the only one who's fantasized about getting kinky in your office," she whispered in his ear.
Glenn was suddenly helpless. "Dear lord...." His voice was strangled as she sunk to the floor and crawled under his huge desk on her hands and knees. Amanda had plenty of room down there, and she wheeled him closer in his chair.
