Fucking My Boss’s Wife: A Risk Worth Taking

I’ve never been a good girl, but there’s being naughty and then there’s fucking my boss’s wife.

My boss noticed I put extra effort into myself whenever I knew my boss’s wife was going to be around. I’d wear shorter skirts that showed my thigh highs, flash a little cleavage, and flirt with her playfully. So when he asked me to keep her company with a wicked smile, how could I resist fucking my boss’s wife?

She was drop dead gorgeous, all perky, fully curves and tempting words, so when she told me she knew I was interested in her, there was no going back. She sat in my bosses chair and asked if I was a good assistant, if I pleased my boss. Instead, I told her I’d do a whole lot better by fucking my boss’s wife.

“Prove it,” she dared while spreading her legs and pointing at the floor between her. “Let’s see how your mouth works.”

I undid the buttons on my shirt to reveal my tits and got down on the floor to prove how good I could be to her. When she pulled her skirt up to reveal she didn’t have on any panties and had a perfectly shaved, already wet pussy, I was lost. I was going to fuck her, starting by fucking my boss’s wife with my tongue.

Spreading her thighs around my head, I buried my face in her perfect pussy. I sucked and licked her clit, savoring her moans as I kept fucking my boss’s wife. I shoved my tongue into her tight pussy to get more of her delicious taste. I lapped and licked, couldn’t get enough even when she came all over my lips. I just kept going, addicted to fucking my boss’s wife. I moaned and moved my lips back up to her clit then worked my fingers into her. She arched back, grinding against my face as I used my other hand to touch myself. I was nearly as wet as she was. So needy, so hungry for her. Nothing could stop me. Not even when the door opened, then shut. Not even when I felt eyes on me.

Not when I heard my boss and knew he was watching while I just kept fucking my boss’s wife with my tongue and fingers.

She came again and drew back. She picked me up and put me on my bosses desk, spreading my legs. She looked at her husband and turned my face so I saw him too. He was frustrated, but so hard that his cock was tenting his pants. I was sure he loved the view of me fucking my boss’s wife – his wife. He nodded once and she got in position to scissor me, her wet pussy rubbing against mine as she shoved her fingers into my mouth.

I sucked her fingers as I grinded against her pussy. All I wanted was to keep fucking my boss’s wife. I wasn’t going to stop just because he was there. Even when he whipped out his cock and started jerking off. Instead, I moaned and worked harder to get her off. My boss stroked himself faster and harder. I think everyone liked me fucking my boss’s wife. When she turned my head back to her and kissed me, telling me to keep my eyes on her, the only answer was yes. I’d do anything to please her, especially when she pulled up her shirt so I could suck her big, perfect tits.

Fucking my boss’s wife was the best reward for holding onto this job and I wasn’t going to waste it.

Our hips moved together, rocking again and again as her moans grew louder. I sucked and licked her perfect nipples, making a mess of her with my red lipstick until she came apart all over again. But fucking my boss’s wife wasn’t enough. I needed her to fuck me too, to eat me out, to push me over the edge.

She got down on her knees and devoured me. She licked my pussy, fucked me with her tongue, then took advantage of my favorite spot. I had thoroughly fucked my boss’s wife and now, she was fucking my ass with her tongue. I came hard for her and a moment later my boss came too, his cum splattering over my breasts. I laid there panting and smiled. After fucking my boss’s wife, I wanted to do even more. “Next time, I’ll bring a strap on for you to wear and you can show my husband how to really fuck a woman,” she said with a wink.

Last week I was Playin with a Parolee, this week I am fucking my boss’s wife!

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