The Bosss Wife 11

I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone's time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.

The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.

English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.

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My name is Ralph and I am 25 years old. I am a brunette with green eyes and an athletic figure. I usually wear suits because that is what my job requires - I am a chauffeur. My boss, a 60-year-old businessman, is making a lot of money and does not feel like driving his fat ass himself, so he needs me.

Once I was waiting for him at the door of a luxury hotel where he was staying with his wife after arriving from a weekend on some islands. When I saw him in the entrance, I opened the door of the limousine.

"Good day, sir," I greeted him.

"My wife will be down in a moment," he simply informed me and got into the car.

10 minutes later his wife came out of the hotel, whom I had seen for the first time despite almost a year of working as a personal chauffeur. This 50-year-old woman was holding up remarkably well for her age. Her shoulder-length, red hair and pronounced chin bones added sex appeal and took years off her. Her knee-length black dress hugged her shapely body with quite a few assets, although they were somewhat hidden by her winter coat. On her slender legs she wore black stilettos with red soles, which emphasized her class.

"Good morning, madam," I bowed and, charmed, opened the door.

"Good morning, young man," she greeted and got into the car.

I quickly walked to the driver's door and sat behind the wheel.

"Where are we going, sir?" I asked.

"To the company, and then take my wife home."

"Yes, sir," I replied, starting the engine and driving off.

The boss exchanged a few words with his wife and, as usual, began talking on the phone. Glancing every now and then through the mirror at the back seat, I watched his irritated wife. After a moment, we accidentally made eye contact. Embarrassed, I looked down at the road, but when I looked back in the mirror, my boss's wife was watching me with great interest. She grabbed her sunglasses and, looking straight into my eyes, began sucking on one of the earpieces with a clear smile. When we arrived, my employer left the vehicle and went to the company, and I was left alone with his wife.

"Home, ma'am?" I asked, waiting for confirmation.

"Yes, but don't call me ma'am when my husband is not here because then I feel old. Just Beth," she replied.

"As you wish ma'am... As you wish Beth, but with a body like that you can't complain."

"Oh, thank you. Let's go."

I set off, watching her every now and then in the mirror. She was sitting there clearly happy and looking out the window. When we got there, I quickly got out and opened the back door of the limo, helping Elizabeth get out.

"Could you wait a moment? I'm sure my husband will understand," she said.

"I sincerely doubt it, but if you want to," I replied. "Right here in front of the building?"

"No, come upstairs. You won't freeze here."

I did as she asked. We entered the building where their apartment was located on the 7th floor and headed towards the elevators. After less than 5 minutes, Elizabeth opened the door, inviting me inside. After entering, she threw the keys on the cabinet and closed the door, then approached me.

"Whatever happens here is to stay between us, do you understand?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised, but I didn't hear an answer.

Woman pressed her lips against mine, pushing her tongue inside. I quickly pulled her coat off and grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer to me.

"Mmm," she purred. "Sit on the couch and I'll get everything ready."

I went to the living room and took off my jacket and tie. I unbuttoned two buttons of my shirt and stared at the fake fire in the fireplace, waiting for the situation to develop. 5 minutes later she appeared in one of the doors and leaned against the doorframe, inviting me with her finger. I stood up quickly and moved towards her. I kissed her again and, lost in the kiss, we found ourselves in a large bathroom. In the middle of the room stood a huge bathtub, 3/4 full of water with foam on top. I looked at Elizabeth, who was trying to unzip her dress. I grabbed it and pulled it down with a smooth movement. The dress slid off her body. Then the woman got rid of her bra, panties, and finally her high heels and got into the bathtub, submerging herself to her waist.

Seeing this, I quickly threw off my clothes and followed her. Standing submerged in water up to my knees, I approached her. Beth started to run her wet hand over my penis and then started to lick and kiss it. She took it all into her mouth, choking every time. I grabbed her head and pushed it all the way in, holding it for a moment. The boss's wife sighed with relief when I let her go and greedily took a breath, and a tear mixed with smudged make-up ran down her cheek. I lay down in the big bathtub, and Beth gracefully climbed on top of me. She grabbed my stiff as a wire dick and, steering, sat on it. She slowly moved her hips forward and back, left and right and around. She moaned quietly, kissing me on the lips every now and then. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted them up slightly, and then started to fuck her cunt with increasing speed. The fifty-year-old screamed with pleasure. After 5 minutes I pulled out from under her and pushed her lightly onto her back. I spread her thighs and put her legs on my shoulders. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt and pushed. One moan, another, and then she kept moaning while I sucked her toes. Water splashed everywhere, spilling all over the bathroom, when suddenly her face twisted, her nails dug into my chest, and I felt her pussy spasm on my dick. The redhead had an orgasm. I lay down on her, feeling her soft breasts on my torso, and I melted my lips into hers.

After soaping each other up and rinsing, we got out of the tub. Elizabeth put on her heels, and I grabbed her and pulled her over to the big mirror hanging on the wall. I turned her around and pressed her against the surface. Every breath left a trail of steam. The woman stuck her ass out, knowing what I was planning. I licked my cock and stuck it straight into her cunt. I fucked the boss's wife, holding her hands behind her back and pressing her body against the mirror. Her legs together made her cunt seem tighter. After 5 minutes I felt my cum coming.

"Where do I finish?" I asked.

"Cum in me!" she gasped through a series of moans and screams.

I sped up one last time and fucked her as hard as I could, only to shoot straight into her fifty-year-old cunt. When I finished, Beth licked my dick and sat on the sink, leaning against the smaller mirror and spreading her legs, which she placed on the counter. She used her fingers to scoop the cum out of her cunt and then licked them with gusto.

"Well. Get dressed, boy, and you'd better go to my husband," she said suddenly.

"Ah. Right."

I quickly got dressed and left the bathroom.

"Thank you. Maybe we can do this again sometime, kid," I heard at the door.

"Maybe," I thought.

After 20 minutes, I was standing outside my boss's office, waiting for further instructions from the man whose wife I had fucked...