My wife started a new job at a firm selling optical equipment about 18 months ago. She was working with the sales team as a sort of account manager. It was a small company and as such everyone quickly got to know everyone else. The owner was a guy called Chris Tyler, mid 40's so about 10 years older than my wife's 35. He was a big bloke, well over six foot and had the personality to match. she had been there about six months when we had a night out with everyone from the company to celebrate a big contract or something. It was only in the local pub, a buffet and free drinks but it was a nice gesture. As the night wore on, I could see that one of the other women, Michelle, seemed to be looking for the chance to talk to me without Jane, my wife, hearing her. I just thought that she must know me from somewhere or something like that. Eventually, while Jane was chatting to someone else, she cornered me and what she had to say was quite a surprise!
She told me that Jane had just started having an affair with Chris, the boss. She was sure of this because she had only recently finished an affair with him. He'd told her that he wasn't going to be seeing her anymore as people were beginning to talk and had immediately turned his attentions to Jane. She said that Chris seemed to think that he had a right to fuck all the women that worked for him and was notorious for only employing women of a certain type.
"Look around." She said "Most of the women here are dark haired, medium height, busty and curvy. It's what he likes."
Jane is certainly that. About 5'4", size 12, 34DD, shoulder length dark hair. Michelle was very similar and looking about I doubted any of the women were less than a generous 'C'. They were all very alike. Mandy seemed quite bitter as she told me her story. She had been there for about 18 months when Chris had started taking an interest in her, getting her more involved in meeting clients, finding a couple of little projects to do together.
"He's quite the charmer you know, very hard to resist when he turns his attention to you. I held out for about a month before he fucked me. He told me that most give in much quicker. I succumbed on an overnight trip to Cardiff. We had dinner with the clients and went back to the hotel. He poured a bottle of champagne into me as he flattered me about my part in securing the contract and by the time we left the bar we both knew that the only question was which room we would be going back to. His was closer so he just opened the door and pushed me inside and that was it, he was all over me and even if I had wanted to stop him fucking me I don't think I could have."
I was slightly speechless, not least by her using the word 'fuck', I would have thought she would be a bit more delicate but no, she was quite graphic, no doubt helped by the wine she had consumed.
"Sounds like he almost raped you." I said
"God no." she said "I wanted it as much as he did, and it was great. It helps that he has a cock like a baseball bat, definitely the biggest I have ever had. He fucked me half the night and again in the morning, I couldn't get enough. He told me he'd set something up for the following week, which he did. He invited me to a meeting on Tuesday afternoon with a potential client. It was all bullshit; the afternoon meetings are at his flat and all you see is the ceiling or the pillow depending what position he wanted to fuck you in. Jane was home late yesterday wasn't she as she was going to a meeting with Chris?"
I nodded dumbly.
"Bet she was tired when she got home, he's pretty demanding."
I had to concede that yes, she had dozed off watching the TV that night.
"I spoke to her about it you know, warned her what he was like, that he was just using her before moving on to someone new. Do you know what she said? It's just sex, nobody is getting hurt and as long as my husband doesn't find out then there is nothing to worry about. Told me to mind my own business. So, I thought I'd tell you what your wife is really like. Seems only fair."
With that she drained her glass, picked up her handbag and walked out leaving me with a very painful erection!
Let me explain.
My wife Jane was born here but grew up in Australia as her family moved there when she was younger. She found it difficult being the small dark girl in a land of tall blondes and there was only one thing that got her accepted by her peers. Sex. She lost her virginity to a local lad who took her out into the bush on his motorbike. Once they were miles from anywhere, he made her strip for him before he fucked her, telling her that if she refused, he would leave her to walk home. Very romantic! He fucked her for a few weeks before moving on to someone else, at which point one of his friends took his place. He turned up on his bike, they rode out into the bush, he fucked her then they rode home again. There wasn't much more to their 'date' than that. That carried on for a few years as she was passed around the guys in her neighbourhood. She had her first threesome with two brothers after one of them took her home and his brother, without asking, just joined them in the bedroom. Just about every 'date' ended up with her fucking or sucking the guy, she said that was just what girls were expected to do.
She was one of the girls that always got invited to parties as everyone knew that she would fuck a few guys over the course of the evening. She was never gangbanged as such but did admit to having 'four or five' a couple of times. Her best friend, Karen, was the gangbang queen and usually had every guy at the party. She would get drunk and then drag a cute guy into a bedroom, which was then the cue for the others to form a line. Jane was never that bad but as she said, once you know something like that is going on the atmosphere changes and soon everyone guy expects you to do what he wants. Eventually she met and married someone and stayed with him for a few years before splitting up, at which point she came back to the UK and we got together, marrying when she was 28.
She told me lots of tales about those years, mainly to demonstrate how unhappy she had been, but to be honest they just turned me on. Every time I saw a picture of her from that period, I got a hard-on imagining how she had been used and I'd often enjoy a quiet wank thinking about her being spit roasted on the beach. Our own sex life was fine as far as I could tell but I guess when you have had that much you might think anything a bit tame. I had hinted about being more adventurous, but she said that it was all behind her now. However, it seems that seven years later she had changed her mind!
As the party broke up, I kept a close eye on her and was rewarded by a glimpse of Chris giving her arse a very firm grope as she pretended not to notice. That was enough to send me into overdrive and my hands were all over her in the taxi home. She had on a long thin summer dress, buttons all the way down the front and only her undies beneath it. As she locked the front door behind us my hands were under the dress pulling her pants down and I soon had her on her back on the sofa, skirt around her waist as I shuffled my trousers down and cock out like an eager teenager. She was as wet as I was hard, and I was balls deep inside her in seconds. Neither of us lasted long and some frantic shafting of her hot hole had us both cumming to a memorable orgasm. Round two was in bed and as I moved her into the doggy position I wondered if she was thinking about Chris as I fucked her.
The next few months settled down much as Michelle had predicted. There were meetings a couple of times per week that she had to attend, mainly late afternoon or early evening and there were also some overnight stays required. She was very plausible in her excuses and the meetings always sounded very important to the company and I congratulated her on how well she was doing. I know now that she did not suspect that I knew exactly what was going on. It became a very horny game for me, and I loved knowing that she was going out in the morning to work expecting to be fucking Chris before she came home.
