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I worked as an outside salesman and had a boss who thought he was a lady's man. He was handsome and a charmer. He would always tell the person he spoke with what they wanted to hear.
He would invite Sally and me to his house for dinner frequently. His wife, Mary, was an excellent cook and hostess. When we went to their house, there was always plenty of food, liquor, and conversation. It was a good time for both of us.
Sally and I lived about sixty miles from Bob and Mary, so rather than drive home under the influence, we would spend the night at their home. For us, poor kids in our youth, the house was palatial. It was on a wooded lot in an exclusive development. It had four bedrooms, three baths, a game and entertainment room in the basement. They had a heatedpool out back.
I thought we were invited because I was such a hard worker and a successful salesman. Bob was paid based on my sales. The dinners were a reward for that effort. I did, however, have a beautiful wife. She had a model's figure and a very pretty face. Perhaps, my wife, Sally, was the real reason we were invited.
Sally encouraged me to accept this invitation. She wanted to impress the boss. She said she had a new black dress she wanted to wear. The black dress had spaghetti straps and was very short but stylish. I hoped that she wore underpants; she didn't always.
On the night I became a cuckold, we arrived for dinner at five thirty PM. It was cocktail time and I did not hesitate to accept more than one very stiff drink that Bob made for me.
Dinner was a fondue with juicy steak cut into bite-size pieces. We each had tongs to hold the meat in the deep fat. I accidentally lost a piece. Mary quickly said, "If you drop the meat in the fondue, you have to kiss the person on your left." She was on my left. I looked at Bob to see if it was OK. He barely nodded, which I took as go-ahead. When I kissed her, Mary kissed back with her tongue. The touching tongues sent a jolt down my body clear to my crotch.
After dinner, we went down to the game room where we talked and played pool. Mary wanted to dance so she put on some slow dancing tunes. She snuggled close to me with her breasts tight against my chest. Occasionally, she pushed her pubic area into my leg. I had a hard-on that she could feel every time she did it.
Around eleven, everything slowed down and Mary announced she was going to bed. A few minutes later, Bob went aggressively up the stairs too. Sally and I heard him yelling at Mary and then hitting her. We were embarrassed and wondering what we should do when Bob returned. According to him, "it was nothing."
With all the drink and partying, I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Sally said she wasn't that tired and she wanted to stay awhile. She and Bob were having a fun conversation. I went up to the bedroom and thought about seeing if Mary was alright, but decided it was not my place to interfere.
Sally tells us what happened when she was alone with Bob.
When Jimmy finally left us alone, I considered whether I wanted to have sex with Bob. It was obviously an option, because of the way he was treating me. Screwing Bob might do Jim some good with the company, but this was more about Bob's ego and my desire to have a fling with the boss. I had not had sex with anyone except Jim since he and I were married. My worrying all went aside because Bob overwhelmed me.
He had me come over to the couch where he had been sitting. Sitting beside him wasn't enough; he wanted me on his lap. What if Jim comes back down I worried. It didn't matter to Bob; he had me on his lap in a flash. My butt slid to the cushions and my legs were in his lap. In seconds he had his hand up my short dress.
I had on a nice pair of pink panties that I didn't want ruined so I told him he could take them off me. I raised my butt to accommodate the process. Bob went with both hands and pulled them off me. He sniffed them and put them in his pocket.
He thrust his hand on my sex, and had a finger in at once. Fortunately for me, I was wet so it didn't hurt. Bob didn't slow down; he was kissing me with his tongue and stimulating me in my pussy. I was leaking on my dress so I suggested we take our clothes off.
Bob stood and pulled me up with him. He unzipped me and let the dress fall to the floor. I was naked before him trembling. My nipples hardened and stuck out like they were pointing the way to a train wreck. I started taking his shirt off. I like a nice hairy chest and he had one. I twined my fingers in the mat and pulled on the hair. He winced at that so I quit pulling and went for his belt buckle. The pants fell to the floor showing an erect dick covered by brown boxers. When I squatted to remove the shorts his cock nearly hit me in the eye.
His penis was larger than Jim's. I put both my hands around it measuring the girth and length. My thumb and fingers didn't meet and his glans protruded beyond both my hands.
Bob turned me so that I was facing the couch and with his hands on my upper back bent me over. He swatted my ass twice, hard. I stood rubbing my butt and let him know that was not going to happen. I didn't want his hand-print on my butt. He put me back down and took me doggy style. His cock filled my vagina completely. He thrust into me so quickly and strongly that his balls were playing a tune on my clitoris. The newness of this experience, the taboo of cheating on Jim, and the pleasure of the friction in my pussy made me come. My orgasm triggered Bob's and he pushed into me even harder. When he was spent, he wiped himself off with my panties and threw them on the floor. I picked them up and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I peed and squeezed the cum out of me as much as possible. I used a ton of toilet paper to wipe myself, but I was still wet when I left the room. Bob was dressed already. I pulled my dress over my head and went upstairs. I was scared now, what if Jim woke up and caught me with soaked panties in my hand. As I entered the room, I hid my underwear behind my back. I was safe, because Jim was sound asleep. Donning my flannel nighty, I pulled the coversback. The disaster happened when I tripped getting into bed.
Jim continues his story.
Sally woke me as she was getting into bed. She was flushed and trembling. I asked what happened and she said "Nothing." I was horny after being teased all evening so I put my hand on Sally's pussy. It was wet! I asked what went on after I left her and Bob alone. Again, she said "Nothing."
I said, "He fucked you didn't he?" She didn't say anything.
Oddly, the whole idea turned me on so I stroked her body to get her aroused. She responded, and soon we were fucking. I was so turned on that I came almost immediately. She had not reached a climax so I did what I always do; I went down on her. I stuck my tongue into her soaking pussy. It tasted like sperm. Whose? I didn't care; I sucked and tongued her clit till she came violently. She arched her back and thrust her vagina into my face.
The next morning she wanted to talk so we stayed in bed. She asked me if the idea of her screwing Bob excited me. It did and it didn't. It was a violation of trust, but it was exciting. Then she asked if she could do it again.
He would invite Sally and me to his house for dinner frequently. His wife, Mary, was an excellent cook and hostess. When we went to their house, there was always plenty of food, liquor, and conversation. It was a good time for both of us.
Sally and I lived about sixty miles from Bob and Mary, so rather than drive home under the influence, we would spend the night at their home. For us, poor kids in our youth, the house was palatial. It was on a wooded lot in an exclusive development. It had four bedrooms, three baths, a game and entertainment room in the basement. They had a heatedpool out back.
I thought we were invited because I was such a hard worker and a successful salesman. Bob was paid based on my sales. The dinners were a reward for that effort. I did, however, have a beautiful wife. She had a model's figure and a very pretty face. Perhaps, my wife, Sally, was the real reason we were invited.
Sally encouraged me to accept this invitation. She wanted to impress the boss. She said she had a new black dress she wanted to wear. The black dress had spaghetti straps and was very short but stylish. I hoped that she wore underpants; she didn't always.
On the night I became a cuckold, we arrived for dinner at five thirty PM. It was cocktail time and I did not hesitate to accept more than one very stiff drink that Bob made for me.
Dinner was a fondue with juicy steak cut into bite-size pieces. We each had tongs to hold the meat in the deep fat. I accidentally lost a piece. Mary quickly said, "If you drop the meat in the fondue, you have to kiss the person on your left." She was on my left. I looked at Bob to see if it was OK. He barely nodded, which I took as go-ahead. When I kissed her, Mary kissed back with her tongue. The touching tongues sent a jolt down my body clear to my crotch.
After dinner, we went down to the game room where we talked and played pool. Mary wanted to dance so she put on some slow dancing tunes. She snuggled close to me with her breasts tight against my chest. Occasionally, she pushed her pubic area into my leg. I had a hard-on that she could feel every time she did it.
Around eleven, everything slowed down and Mary announced she was going to bed. A few minutes later, Bob went aggressively up the stairs too. Sally and I heard him yelling at Mary and then hitting her. We were embarrassed and wondering what we should do when Bob returned. According to him, "it was nothing."
With all the drink and partying, I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Sally said she wasn't that tired and she wanted to stay awhile. She and Bob were having a fun conversation. I went up to the bedroom and thought about seeing if Mary was alright, but decided it was not my place to interfere.
Sally tells us what happened when she was alone with Bob.
When Jimmy finally left us alone, I considered whether I wanted to have sex with Bob. It was obviously an option, because of the way he was treating me. Screwing Bob might do Jim some good with the company, but this was more about Bob's ego and my desire to have a fling with the boss. I had not had sex with anyone except Jim since he and I were married. My worrying all went aside because Bob overwhelmed me.
He had me come over to the couch where he had been sitting. Sitting beside him wasn't enough; he wanted me on his lap. What if Jim comes back down I worried. It didn't matter to Bob; he had me on his lap in a flash. My butt slid to the cushions and my legs were in his lap. In seconds he had his hand up my short dress.
I had on a nice pair of pink panties that I didn't want ruined so I told him he could take them off me. I raised my butt to accommodate the process. Bob went with both hands and pulled them off me. He sniffed them and put them in his pocket.
He thrust his hand on my sex, and had a finger in at once. Fortunately for me, I was wet so it didn't hurt. Bob didn't slow down; he was kissing me with his tongue and stimulating me in my pussy. I was leaking on my dress so I suggested we take our clothes off.
Bob stood and pulled me up with him. He unzipped me and let the dress fall to the floor. I was naked before him trembling. My nipples hardened and stuck out like they were pointing the way to a train wreck. I started taking his shirt off. I like a nice hairy chest and he had one. I twined my fingers in the mat and pulled on the hair. He winced at that so I quit pulling and went for his belt buckle. The pants fell to the floor showing an erect dick covered by brown boxers. When I squatted to remove the shorts his cock nearly hit me in the eye.
His penis was larger than Jim's. I put both my hands around it measuring the girth and length. My thumb and fingers didn't meet and his glans protruded beyond both my hands.
Bob turned me so that I was facing the couch and with his hands on my upper back bent me over. He swatted my ass twice, hard. I stood rubbing my butt and let him know that was not going to happen. I didn't want his hand-print on my butt. He put me back down and took me doggy style. His cock filled my vagina completely. He thrust into me so quickly and strongly that his balls were playing a tune on my clitoris. The newness of this experience, the taboo of cheating on Jim, and the pleasure of the friction in my pussy made me come. My orgasm triggered Bob's and he pushed into me even harder. When he was spent, he wiped himself off with my panties and threw them on the floor. I picked them up and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I peed and squeezed the cum out of me as much as possible. I used a ton of toilet paper to wipe myself, but I was still wet when I left the room. Bob was dressed already. I pulled my dress over my head and went upstairs. I was scared now, what if Jim woke up and caught me with soaked panties in my hand. As I entered the room, I hid my underwear behind my back. I was safe, because Jim was sound asleep. Donning my flannel nighty, I pulled the coversback. The disaster happened when I tripped getting into bed.
Jim continues his story.
Sally woke me as she was getting into bed. She was flushed and trembling. I asked what happened and she said "Nothing." I was horny after being teased all evening so I put my hand on Sally's pussy. It was wet! I asked what went on after I left her and Bob alone. Again, she said "Nothing."
I said, "He fucked you didn't he?" She didn't say anything.
Oddly, the whole idea turned me on so I stroked her body to get her aroused. She responded, and soon we were fucking. I was so turned on that I came almost immediately. She had not reached a climax so I did what I always do; I went down on her. I stuck my tongue into her soaking pussy. It tasted like sperm. Whose? I didn't care; I sucked and tongued her clit till she came violently. She arched her back and thrust her vagina into my face.
The next morning she wanted to talk so we stayed in bed. She asked me if the idea of her screwing Bob excited me. It did and it didn't. It was a violation of trust, but it was exciting. Then she asked if she could do it again.
