Free Erotica: My Boss's Husband

Oh, I knew he'd come.

All night he'd been eyeing me off, filling up my glass with more and more alcohol and flirting with me. I had no choice but to sleep over; there was no way I'd be able to drive. Melissa, my boss, had passed out on the couch earlier. We'd been working long hours and had finished a huge account.

Melissa was the nicest person and a great boss. There was not a chance I'd ever think of doing her wrong; she'd given me a job when no one else even gave me the time of day and I was so appreciative of her. But now this: her husband coming into my room unannounced. What should I do?

She'd invited me to her house to celebrate: well, me and the rest of the staff. She lived in a ritzy part of town and I was curious to see what her home was like. Her husband's name was Ronnie. Not bad for an old guy. Had a good body, probably worked out, grey flecks in his hair. Oh, and his eyes. They were hypnotic.

When he shook my hand he held it just a fraction too long, staring at me as though undressing me. It was as if something passed between us. So when he came and spoke to me, asking me all about my life and how I enjoyed working for Melissa, I knew it was only pretence, that what he really wanted was sex. You can tell the way his eyes roamed over my body and I must admit I was flattered.

It was because I knew what he wanted that I foolishly thought I had the upper hand. I thought I could have a bit of fun, keep him at arms length and boost my ego with the attention. But as the night wore on my feelings for him grew, until having sex with him was the uppermost thought in my mind.

Anyway, after plying me with drinks, to the point I could barely walk a straight line, he insisted I stay the night. He assured the others he'd drive me home the next morning and helped me to the spare room. I staggered as we walked, accidentally brushing my breast against his arm, wondering if I read the signs right, if he was really interested or if I'd just imagined it. After pulling down the doona he left me there and said good night.

I must say I was disappointed but stripped down to my g-string and jumped in between the cool satin sheets. So this was how the rich live, satin sheets even in the spare rooms. I could hear him helping Melissa to their room and the distinct sounds of her throwing up.

Guess she wouldn't be getting up early tomorrow.

I peered about the room. Mirrored ceiling, very kinky. Floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the marina, antique furniture, half nude prints on the wall. Staring up at the mirror I threw back the doona and looked at my reflection. I ran a hand over my breasts, enjoying the feel of my nipples as they hardened and wondered what Ronnie was doing in his room, if Melissa was passed out or if maybe they were making love.

I imagined them naked and it certainly turned me on. I imagined his body, his toned legs, his cock. In my mind's eye I could see him mounting her, his broad back above her as he positioned himself between her thighs. It has been stupid of me to think he'd be interested. Now I'd have to face him in the morning and I blushed when I thought about how stupid I'd been.

When I heard the door handle turn I went still. My heart thumped and my stomach fluttered. I'd only managed to pull the doona half way up and my breasts were exposed. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing shallow, wanting him to think I was half unconscious, almost asleep due to the alcohol. In reality I was now so wide-awake and desperate for a good fuck.

He pulled the doona down exposing my almost naked body. For moments he just stared but when his rough hand stole down between my legs, I moaned and tried to roll over, you know, move away from him. It was only a half-heartened attempt and he quickly rolled me back.

"Hey," I murmured still pretending to be out of it.

He dropped his robe to the floor and stood there naked staring down at me. Through half opened eyes I saw his silhouette in front of the window and from what I could see he was very fit, with a large, erect cock.

"Very nice," he murmured, running his hand down my torso, and I flushed at his compliment.

He placed his hand ever so lightly on the side of my face and for a second I thought he might leave, but then his fingers trailed downwards, over my breast, causing goose bumps to appear.

He leaned forward, his fingers groping around at my panties and with a quick tug he ripped them right off. I gasped, thrilled and excited by his forcefulness. In a flash he was down at my snatch, nuzzling in, licking me with the flat of his tongue like a lion would his lioness.

I peered up at the mirror, mesmerized by our reflection. My God, I looked so hot with him buried between my open thighs. I dropped them further open, grabbed at my breasts and massaged them in awe of how spectacular we looked together.

My legs tightened about his head and I heard his murmur of approval. Encouraged, I moved my pelvis further to his mouth, squirming with desire, letting him know I was eager to participate as I continued to watch myself being ravished by an almost stranger.

I let out a moan when his tongue slipped down further before he pulled my legs apart, pushing them upwards so he could access me better. He ran his tongue down around my puckered hole. I tensed, tried to bring him back up, but he wouldn't allow me. No one had ever done that to me before. I heard a chuckle and then he was spreading my cheeks further and a finger was pushing in gently.

With one finger gently probing my hole his thumb found my clit and he began to rub. I was so hot, trying hard to stifle my moans as he rubbed quicker. I could feel my pussy gaping open, my nub hard, juices dribbling from me as he masterfully brought me to a hard, sweet orgasm.

Every time he leaned back I could us in the mirror and my pussy became hotter as I imagined Melissa in the other room, sleeping, while her husband made me come over and over again.

I grabbed at my breasts, pulling my nipples, tugging them, pinching and squeezing, enjoying the exquisite pain I was evoking. The thought of a threesome and living in this sort of home thrilled me beyond belief. I relaxed, letting my legs drape open again as he continued to devour me.

Then his wet mouth was climbing up my body, kissing my navel, lingering over my breasts before kissing me with such passion I thought I'd pass out. I could taste myself on his tongue and his mouth was all over my eyes, chin, and neck.

I gasped as I felt his huge knob probing around my pussy. I opened my legs wider to accommodate him. I'd never experienced one so hard and thick before. I was dying to see it. I wanted to throw on the lights and see him in all his glory.

I would never have thought an old guy could be such a stud. I suppose experience stands for a lot because he sure knew what he was doing. I was shocked at my own behavior, how quickly I'd turned into a wanton slut. Melissa had been so good to me and here I was fucking her husband in her beautiful home.

Spreading my thighs apart Ronnie leaned in, opening me up further. My pussy yawned at him, his knob probing for only a fraction of a second before sliding right in, all the way to the hilt. God, it felt fantastic. His shaft, hard and thick, slipping in and out of me while his mouth and teeth nibbled at my neck.

He rolled over, pulling me with him so I straddled him, his cock so deep inside me that my arse cheeks grazed his balls and pubic hair as I bounced up and down. Then he was pushing me back so I was resting on my hands, my clit pushed forward, hard and pulsating. He rubbed magically over the nub, expertly bringing me to the most amazing orgasm.

I wanted to scream as my juices dribbled out of me and down his pelvis. Maneuvering me over again he lifted one leg; ground himself into my pussy while my leg flopped about madly.

"Fuck me harder," I demanded and he obliged, slamming into me like a madman.

I've never come so much in my life.

When I thought it might be over he slapped at my thigh and hoisted me up into the doggy position. Kneeling behind me he slapped at my cheeks. I was scared the noise would wake Melissa but he didn't seem to be. Welts rose and he ignored them, kept slapping and grabbing my arse.

My pussy was twitching as he caressed my lips and slid in. The bed rocked; the force of the pounding so severe. My knees hurt; my legs were weak from the assault and then he was pulling my arse cheeks apart, his finger probing my hole deliciously.

With my juices dripping from his cock, he pulled away from me and began to probe my puckered hole. I tensed. That monster could not possibly fit. I clenched and squeezed involuntarily. His thumbs gently pried my hole open and then he was licking at me, his tongue probing where his finger had been before.

I relaxed, enjoying what he was doing and then his might knob slipped in, then the shaft and before I knew it he was all the way in, pumping carefully at first and then when I responded with such vigor and pleasure we both came together, him pulling himself away to spray over my back and me oozing all over the bed.

Collapsing together I rolled over and then clung onto him, eager for him to stay.

"That was fucking fantastic," I said.

"You're the best," he whispered.

"Really?" I asked, pleased and hoping this might lead somewhere.

"You bet," he said, squeezing my breast before rising and leaving me alone.

I had trouble sleeping, even though I was exhausted. Thoughts of what had just happened swirled through my brain. I couldn't wait to see him again in the morning, yet the thought of Melissa finding out sickened me.

I heard someone up so I showered quickly and made my way to the kitchen. Fortunately it was Ronnie; he was making coffee so I came up behind him and hugged his back.

"That was wonderful last night," I said, smiling up at him as he turned.

"It was," he said, smirking. "Wasn't it wonderful, Melissa?"

I hopped back out of his arms, and directly into Melissa, who had slipped into the room. My thoughts raced as I turned to look at her.

"Exquisite," she said. She reached out with both arms, the soft skin of her hands pushing my robe off my shoulders. She laughed upon seeing my face, which I'm sure was showing all of my emotions: fear, disbelief and a little bit of hope. She leaned forward to softly kiss my mouth, and looked directly into my eyes, smiling.

"You were a bad girl last night. I'm willing to keep you on, but I'm going to have to punish you," she said.

"I don't..." I was having a hard time making words, still unsure of what she meant.

"Now hike up that gown and bend over," she barked, turning me roughly toward Ronnie, who was also smiling. "Ronnie and I are going to have our way with you."

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