The Hotwife And The Big Boss

Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age.

It was late in the workday, and I was looking forward to my last meeting before I went home. I generally feel like I have a thankless job, but sometimes... sometimes it can be pretty damn fun.

I heard a timid knock on the door. "Come!"

It opened slowly, and a male head peered around it. I snapped at him. "Caldwell! Get in here."

I was much less brusque with the beauty that followed him. "Ms. Caldwell, thank you for coming. Please close the door and come have a seat."

I stared hard at her husband as he sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk, looking down at his hands. "Did you tell your lovely wife why I invited her to join us?" He shook his head numbly, not looking up.

"Completely useless. Well, Ms. Caldwell -"

"Please. Call me Olivia."

"Very well, Olivia. Your husband here has been accused by three different women of making unwanted advances. One of them was a nineteen-year-old intern that he trapped in a supply closet until she kneed him in the nuts so that she could escape."

The dark-eyed Latina whipped around to glare at her husband. "What the fuck, James!? You can't satisfy me! What the hell do you think you're going to do for some little coed? You're disgusting!" Her husband glanced up, fear in his eyes, then looked back down at his lap.

"Olivia, I'm in a quandary here. James is a hell of a good salesman, and the company has invested a lot in him. But his behavior makes him a liability. One that we as a company cannot afford. Can you think of a reason I shouldn't just fire his sorry ass?"

She shot daggers at her husband, then looked back at me as I stood up and walked around to lean against the front of the desk. My erection must have been obvious under my dress slacks.

"Well, Mr. Lewis. I might have a couple of reasons I could give you." She started unbuttoning her blouse, staring at my zipper and clearly imagining what might be behind it.

"Livvie, what the hell are you doing? You don't have to -"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, James! Looks like I've got to clean up your mess. Again. But at least maybe I'll get a good fuck out of it -- something you seem incapable of giving me."

She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She had gorgeous breasts, that she held up to me for inspection.

"Well, Olivia, I think we might be able to come to some arrangement."

She smiled and slid off the chair onto her knees, reaching out to undo my belt and to slide my zipper down. She pulled my slacks and briefs down together, freeing my erection that popped up against her cheek.

"Dios mio, Mr. Lewis! What a monster!" I didn't argue with her. I glanced over at her husband as he stared in shock at his wife, who was now licking my cock from base to head and back again.

"Honey, no, don't do this!"

"Caldwell, either shut up or get the fuck out. She doesn't seem to mind this at all and I'm not complaining. You don't get a goddamn vote!"

She was amazing. She seemed to know just the right places to lick, suck, nibble and stroke, and I knew I wasn't going to last very long. She stroked my balls with one hand and my cock with the other for a few more minutes, and I exploded across her upturned face.

"Jesus Christ I can't believe this! You slut! Are you done now?"

"Caldwell, I'm going to gag you and tie you to that FUCKING chair if you don't SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He seemed to shrink back into himself, but I noticed that he couldn't look away from his wife and her jizz-covered face.

Olivia, on the other hand, seemed to be having a grand old time. "Mr. Lewis, sir, I really want my worthless worm of a husband to keep working here. How about you bend me over your desk and give me a proper fucking? Do you think you could overlook his actions one last time?" I just smiled.

I kicked off my shoes and slid my trousers all the way off and started unbuttoning my shirt while I watched Olivia. She bent over to pull her tight jeans down over her bubble butt, then stood up and used her panties to wipe my jizz from her face before dropping them in her husband's lap.

She leaned over, elbows resting on my desk, and turned to look back at me, then over at her husband. "Pay attention, James. Watch how a real man fucks me!"

He groaned, and then I did as well as my cock slid inside her, her pussy grabbing me like she wasn't about to let me go. I was totally focused on watching her fine ass ripple each time I pounded into her, her smooth brown skin glistening with sweat.

She started a play-by-play for her husband that sent me even higher. "Fuck, James, his cock is so big! He's reaching places you never dreamed of! God, the way he's pounding my little pussy! You could never take me like this!"

I pulled her long dark hair into my fist and pulled her head back, fucking her harder and harder, reducing her monologue to groans and 'oh fucks'. I felt her legs start to quiver and her pussy tighten around me as she climaxed hard, and I let go of her hair so she could collapse across my desk.

But I wasn't done with her. While she was still shaking, I raised her off the desk and spun her around, then picked her up and carried her to the sofa next to the chair where her hubby was sitting, finally mute.

She straddled me and impaled herself on my cock again, riding me for all she was worth. She looked over her shoulder and saw that James was watching intently, his cock now in his fist.

"Oh, HELL no! You are NOT going to cum in this office, you pervert! Put that damn thing away." His eyes fell and he quickly thrust his erection into his pants and zipped up.

"Cum in me, Mr. Lewis! Give me your jizz! Paint my insides with that stuff, baby!"

I squeezed those beautiful tits and pulled her mouth down to mine as I unloaded into her, doing exactly as she asked. She squeezed as much out of me as she could, then dropped back down to her knees to finish me with her mouth.

She looked up at me with hazy dark eyes, her makeup a mess. "So, Mr. Lewis, do we have an understanding?"

I reached down and pulled her up onto my lap, my jizz leaking from her onto my thigh. "Well, Olivia, as long as James behaves, we have an understanding. But you may need to check in with me on a monthly basis."

She kissed me and stood up, reaching a hand down for me to shake. "Deal."

We dressed, ignoring James for the moment, until she looked over at him still holding her panties. "James. Those belong to Mr. Lewis now. Leave them. And go get the car -- I'll be down in a minute."

He trudged out the door towards the elevator and Olivia closed the office door behind him, before kissing me again. "Caleb, baby, that was so much fun! Thank you!"

I grinned. "Hey, any time. I honestly don't understand what this does for Jimmy, but as long as you guys are happy, I'm more than happy to play along."

"You know, I don't know if I understand it completely myself, but I guarantee we're going to go home, and he is going to absolutely wreck me. So, win-win, right?"

"Whatever works! Hey, before I forget, Samantha reminded me to ask if you guys are available next Saturday? Come on over and we'll all get frisky for a while and then I'll crank up the grill."

"Sounds like a plan! We'll bring some beer and something for the grill." She glanced at her watch. "Gotta go find my hubby. Give my love to Sammie!"

I watched that fantastic rear end walk away and smiled. They're crazy, but they're our best friends. Gotta take care of your friends, y'know?