THE BOSS'S WIFE
CHAPTER 1
I started working for a trucking company about 2 years ago. I drive a forklift and load and unload trucks at the dock. My name is Joseph. I am 33, fairly tall, about 6 foot, and I weigh 200 lbs. I have dark wavy hair that I wear longish but not down to my shoulders. I usually have a stubble on my face. I've seen other men with just a trace of stubble and I thought it looked kind of rugged and masculine so I started leaving mine like that. I just run a beard trimmer over it and don't shave. Anyway, women seem to like the look, too. I do okay with the ladies. I'm no Romeo or anything but I usually have a girlfriend, but never a serious one. Yet. But I hope to someday.
My boss is Jeremiah Billings. He's a couple of years older than me. He's a good boss and treats all of the guys under him with respect. We all take lunch together and usually sit outside if the weather's nice and shoot the shit. He and I found out we have a lot in common. We both love to hunt, fish, work on old cars, watch football, go to Nascar races, and party. All the regular guy stuff. When he found out I have a 76 Nova and I found out he and his wife have a 78 Cutlass, we became good friends. We both love old cars and would like to have ones even older but can't afford them. So we eventually started hanging out together at lunch, then doing some of the things together that I mentioned earlier. He started inviting me over to his house on weekends sometimes. To work on one of our cars, shoot pool, or sometimes me and my girlfriend and he and his wife would play cards and have a few drinks. His wife is a German girl he met when he was stationed in Germany in the service. Her name is Adele. They got married and she moved here with him when he was discharged. They have 2 kids, Tommy, 11, Rosie, 9. Adele is about my age, very attractive, and very friendly. She learned English and speaks it fluently. She has blonde hair that she keeps shoulder length, and a very nice figure. Maybe a few extra pounds, mostly in the hips, I assume from giving birth. But far from fat by any stretch of the imagination. Definitely what I'd consider a MILF. Jeremiah had told me in the past that she had breast implants. So she has big breasts and a big butt. Quite a nice package.
Adele likes to dress nice. I never saw her in sweatpants, or what I call pajamas like you see people wearing out in public these days. She always wears slacks and a blouse. Or a skirt and blouse, or a dress. Or shorts and a blouse. Sometimes the skirt or dress was short to show her nice legs, other times it may be knee length. Depending on her mood, or where she was going, her attire may be sexy and provocative, or it may be classy, or it may be casual.
CHAPTER 2
One time when I was at their house with my girlfriend, Vivian, and we were partying, Jeremiah said, "Listen. Adele gets a little frisky when she's drinking, if you know what I mean. So I gotta go take care of business. You're welcome to stay if you want but we're gonna go to the bedroom. Sorry."
"Hey. No problem. You don't want to disappoint the missus. We'll just be on our way." This same thing happened on several occasions. Any time we were drinking their kids were sleeping over at a friend's or at their grandparents, which only happened about once a month. I could always tell when Adele was getting 'in the mood'. It didn't take much. Maybe 2 mixed drinks, or 3 or 4 glasses of wine, or 4 or 5 beers, depending on what we were drinking. When she got a little tipsy she became pretty playful with Jeremiah. She would sit on his lap, kiss him a lot more, or stand behind his chair and rub her tits against the back of his head. If he was standing she would stand in front of him and press her ass back against him, or reach down and squeeze his cock if she thought no one was looking. When she started doing these things I knew it was time to go. Although there were a couple of times that I stayed if we were watching a movie or something. Or if Vivian and I and they were playing pool, we'd stay and finish and they'd go to their bedroom and we let ourselves out when the movie or game was over. Usually when the kids were gone and we were partying Adele dressed sexily as she knew what was going to happen later.
Jeremiah usually apologized the next day at work or called if it was the weekend. I always told him, "No need to apologize. If I had a hot woman like Adele wanting me I'd do the same thing. No way in hell I'd say no. You'd have to be an idiot, or gay, to turn her down. And if you did I'd disown you as a friend."
There were several occasions when I was there, and we were partying, and Adele was wearing her sexy clothes, that I had lustful thoughts about her. I thought Jeremiah was a lucky man to have such a hot wife. And knowing that he was going to be fucking her later made me wish I was in his shoes. I know they both caught me a few times staring at her when she dressed sexily. She usually just smiled and sometimes winked. Jeremiah would give me a fake angry glare. I think he liked it that other men were jealous of him.
CHAPTER 3
One Friday night I was at Jeremiah and Adele's house. We had all planned on going to a party at another friend's house. But Vivian got a call that her grandfather took a turn for the worse and she went to see him. I offered to go with her but she said she might stay a few days so I should stay here. So it was just going to be the 3 of us. I got there about 7:00 PM after having supper and showering. They had also eaten and showered. Adele was wearing a short red leather skirt and a black semi-transparent top. I could see a black bra under her top. She also wore black fishnet stockings and a pair of black shoes. Very sexy. They each had a mixed drink and we shared a joint. I knew she planned on getting about half drunk and fucking Jeremiah's brains out. He had told me she was pretty wild in the sack when she had a few drinks. I had asked for details but he wouldn't say.
Just as we were getting ready to leave Jeremiah's cell rang. "Shit," he said. "It's work. This can't be good." He talked for a few minutes, then said, "Sorry, Hon. I gotta go. You remember Hank? One of the drivers? I think you met him once or twice." When she said she did he said, "Well, he's been in an accident. Wrecked his truck over in Hampton. He's in the hospital. Anyway, I gotta go help get the mess cleaned up on the interstate and get it loaded on another truck to get it to New York. Shouldn't take but a couple hours. I'm sorry."
She said, "It's okay. You go do what you gotta do. I hope Hank's okay. Do you know how he is?"
"They said it wasn't serious. Scrapes and bumps mostly. Probably a concussion. They said they want to keep him overnight and he could probably go home tomorrow."
"Oh good. I hate that you have to go out on a Friday night, but I understand."
"Thanks, Hon. Joseph, I'm sorry to run out on you, too. But I have to do this. I don't have a choice."
"Hey. No problem. You gotta do what you gotta do. Is there anything you need me to do?"
"No. But thanks. I'll call you tomorrow and fill you in."
"Okay. Thanks."
He left and I said, "Well. I guess I should head on out. Maybe I'll go down to the game room and shoot some pool."
"Why don't you just stay here and play? Jeremiah already ran out on me. Don't you leave me here all alone. I was all set to party and already got a slight buzz going. I don't want to just stop."
"Well. Okay. I guess. I mean, I'm all for continuing to party. I just didn't think you'd want to with Jeremiah gone."
"Oh yeah. The kids are gone to their grandparents and it's party time. And it's not much fun to party alone. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. Since Jeremiah's gone, I mean. But, if you want, we can still play pool and have another drink or two. I don't get this opportunity that often and I don't want to waste it."
"Yeah. Sounds good."
I got another beer and Adele mixed another drink. We racked the balls and started playing. I broke and a solid ball went in the corner pocket. I missed the next shot and Adele made one in the side pocket. She came around to the end of the table where I was standing and leaned over to line up her next shot. She missed and it was my turn again. I put a solid ball in the corner pocket but scratched. She walked around the table looking for her best shot. She chose one from the end again and had to practically lay on the table to get to the cue ball. I was behind her taking in the sight of her legs and ass on display in this position. Her skirt hiked up enough that I saw that she was wearing black panties under that red skirt. And her fishnet stockings were pantyhose. She made the shot but missed the next one. I made 2 shots on my next turn. Adele is actually a pretty decent pool player and she made 3 on her next turn. We went back and forth, sometimes getting one or two, sometimes missing. She beat me in the end.
We took a break to get another drink and take a bong hit. Adele said she should probably just have a beer now since she'd already had 2 mixed drinks. And we looked through the cd's and picked out an Eric Clapton one, and an AC/DC. We just chilled for a little bit before starting another game. I can drink quite a bit before it hits me, but Adele is not a heavy drinker. I mentioned earlier that usually 2 mixed drinks had her in the mood and that was when she'd start putting the moves on her hubby. I could tell she was feeling pretty high now and thought, 'this is where she would normally start seducing Jeremiah.' Then I wondered what she does when she's drinking and gets horny without Jeremiah around. But maybe she don't normally drink when he's not home. So no problem. Except now, but I expect she has a toy or two to help out in such situations.
We were sitting on the couch in the family room in the basement. We were kicked back with our feet up on the coffee table listening to Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. And feeling mellow. She had her head laid back on the back of the couch and her eyes closed. I took the opportunity to take in her beauty. Her legs in those fishnet hose looked long and inviting. And her ample breasts looked like little mountains pushing against her tight top. She had kicked her shoes off. She slid down on the couch causing her skirt to push up and show more of her legs, to my delight. I chastised myself for lusting after my boss's wife like this. But I am a red blooded man after all, and that's what we do.
"Okay," she said, sitting up straight, "ready to get beat again?"
"Not a chance," I said. "I let you win last time. You know, being a girl and all," I teased.
She punched me on the arm. "Yeah. Right. I beat you bad, and you know it. And I'll beat you again. 2 out of 3?"
"You're on. You're going down." 'On me, I wish,' I thought.
But I kept that to myself.
I did win the next game. Not by much, but she scratched on her last shot and that gave me the opportunity to step in and win. I had had 6 beers at this point and she was on her second beer on top of 2 mixed drinks. This was in a period of 3 hours so neither of us was drunk but we had a decent buzz. Jeremiah called and told Adele he was sorry but it was taking a whole lot longer than anticipated so she shouldn't wait up for him. He said he probably wouldn't make it home until 1 or 2.
We started our tie breaker game. I broke since I won the last game. I didn't make any balls on the break so she got her choice and sank a solid. Then another one. She missed her next shot because the cue ball was in a really bad spot. I made 2 balls then missed my next one. I don't know if she started trying to play dirty then or if she was getting drunk and flirty. But she was distracting me pretty badly. She leaned over against my back as I was lining up a shot and said, "I don't know. That don't look very promising." I missed the shot. She leaned way over the table in front of me for her next shot, and stuck one leg straight out behind her in the air. I had a clear view up her skirt. She made the shot, blew me an air kiss, and said, "Told you I was going to beat you."
"It ain't over yet."
She missed then and I stepped up to line up my shot. She crouched down across the table from me with her tits resting on the edge. She smiled and winked and said, "You can't make that," and caused me to miss. I stood and she walked around the table looking for her next shot. When she stepped in front of me she stopped and leaned over to look at the table, causing her ass to press against my cock. I knew I should step back, but I didn't. She eyed the shot for a second then moved to the end of the table and sank 2 balls. When my turn came I leaned over, eyeballing the table. She stood beside me and leaned over also, and said, "I think I'd go for that one." I turned my head and looked at her and was aware of her hips touching mine and the smell of her perfume. I was also aware of the growing erection in my pants. Her flirting and teasing was having an effect on me and my game. I don't know if it was her intention to throw me off of my game but that's what it was doing. This continued and she beat me by 3 balls. "Told you I'd beat you," she said.
"Okay. I give. But I won't say you're a better player, because you cheated."
"What are you talking about? I didn't cheat!"
"You know what I'm talking about. Acting all sexy and stuff. Winking, rubbing up against me. You distracted me and made me lose."
