My Husband’s Boss

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited.

My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.

Warning to all:

1. The M/C is a woman. Don’t freak out… deep breaths. We can get through this.

2. This is a story about a non-conventional marriage with extramarital sex.

3. You need to read the previous parts for this one and others to make sense.

4. This is a multipart story. Still in progress

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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 02

“Are you going to be OK?” I asked.

“I should be asking YOU that,” he replied, looking out the sliding glass door to our backyard.

“I’ll be fine. You just hold it together with the kids. OK?”

“You better go get ready,” he said. “I’ll take the kids to the park.”

The park. From the hill observatory, you could see the hotel I would be at with his boss. I hoped Jace stayed away from there.

“Jace,” I said hesitantly. “You need to occupy your mind with something else while I am gone.”

“You need to get going,” was all he said and stood to go to the kids.

As controlled as Jace tried to act, I knew that was not so inside him. No man facing what my husband was could be that detached. A man enduring his wife turned into his boss’s whore was either an unfeeling sociopath, or the circumstance was eating inside him. And I knew better of my husband.

No matter how Jace had masked our plan and decision with the cover of cuckoldry tendencies on his part, I knew better. This was eating him up. While he was currently handling it, how would he be next week, next month? What if this dragged on? What would it do to him? To us? To me?

I had to tread carefully.

At 11 am, I was at the hotel for my second encounter with my husband’s boss.

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Once curious. Twice commited

So here I was with two men: my husband and his boss. One I had my life, family, and future with. For the other, I was his sex toy in return for my husband’s promotion and job. And all this during the recession with us one step away from losing our home and financial ruin.

As I drove to the hotel, I thought of our options for the umpteenth time. Jace and I had made what some would call an indecent proposal to his boss. My husband offered me to be his boss’s mistress. In return, Jace received a promotion to help us climb out of debt and back on our feet financially.

His boss David had accepted our offer and taken his first good faith payment right after the proposal. To say the sex with him had been great would be an understatement. It had been fantastic. While initially surprised at our deal, David had been impressed by how far we were both willing to go for that promotion.

Later, after the sex, he paid me compliments on my reaction to him before letting me know he wanted me again. He said that I had been a great lover. Better than he had in some time.

To be honest, I wondered about the latter. Because while I knew I was decent as a lover, I was no professional sex worker, trained in all a woman can do and give a man. And when I looked in the mirror, I saw no model or movie star looking back. Yes, I was pretty with a decent body. But I was not the kind of arm candy woman a wealthy man would have as a mistress. ‘So what was the attraction?’ I wondered.

Having gone over our last encounter, I realized that my not being special was probably part of my charm. I was one step up from the proverbial “Plain Jane,” and I had just done what he wanted. Wait…

True. Indeed, I had done what David had asked, wanting to please and ensuring he was sated. Both sexually and with his ego. I had played the role of a woman willing to do anything to satisfy the man who controlled her family’s destiny.

Staying in character, I had been submissive and compliant throughout. But, of course, enjoying David’s big and thick cock had been a pleasant icing on the cake of my good fortune. What you say! Enjoying being a man’s whore to keep your husband’s job? Who would feel privileged to be in such a position?

Well, I did for two reasons. The first and obvious was for my family’s financial security. The other was more selfish, and I didn’t realize it until I had spent those first few hours with my husband’s boss in his bed. Sometime during our time fucking I realized how good it was with him. Just after, the images of our erotic coupling… the sensations of orgasm after orgasm as his thick cock plundered me, replayed in my mind time and again.

I spent the hour before David’s arrival readying myself for him. Dressing and putting on make-up was but the external preparation. Yet inwardly, I had been ready for him since that Friday afternoon, our first time together. My body craved for him, for his touch, his cock, but most of all, the way he just took me.

When Jace and I made love, or even when we fucked frantically, I could sense he cared for me and treated me with love and respect. Exactly what a woman needs from a mate, husband, and father of her children. But David, having none of those feelings for me, used me as an object of desire. He took what he wanted from me without asking. And I found that I wanted just that.

My husband’s boss had given me instructions the first time for future encounters. How much make-up to wear, what kind of underwear, what kind of outfits, and so on. Also to bring something to drink. Just like last time, water and brandy.

“I don’t want you dressed like a slut when you come over,” he had said last time. “Keep it respectable and straightforward on the outside. Panties and bra underneath. When you get to the stores next week, buy some stockings, garter belts, and matching lacy underwear. Get some shoes as well.

“The debit card I gave you will always have money in it. But I monitor it, so buy just what we need that I tell you. If you need emergency money from it, check with me first.”

Today, I kept it to plain pink underwear, a grey skirt, a white silk blouse, and a white set of pumps. Then, making sure my bra was not showing, I looked at the clock. At precisely noon, I heard the door open.

He was dressed in his golf outfit, but any holes he would play were on me. And my course only had three.

“Nice to see you again, Mrs Voight,” he said and sat on the chair next to the desk with the drinks. “I’ll take a brandy, and so should you. You are going to need it.”

I ignored the last comment, but I felt a knot at the pit of my stomach.

“Undress for me, Alison.”

Once again, I caught my reflection in the mirror as I took my clothes off, down to underwear. Just seeing myself naked made me shiver.

“You look great,” he complimented me.

“Thank you. How is your day?” I asked politely.

“Oh, it’s about to get much better,” he replied, pointing to a spot between his man-spread legs.

When I hesitated, he gave me a stern look pinning my gaze with his cold eyes.

“I think you need some training, Mrs Voight,” he uttered. His voice harsh and dark, lacking the care and empathy of Friday evening. “Come here.”

Suddenly fear overwhelmed my senses. What would he do? How angry was he? Would he renege on the deal? And worse of all, was my uncooperativeness to be the cause of it?

My lips trembled in panic. And in an instant, I moved to where my husband’s boss had pointed for me to kneel. But, alas, he stopped me.

“You need correction for not being obedient.”

I trembled as his hard stare into my soul continued.

“Over my lap, face down,” he ordered forcefully.

I had expected David to become possessive and demanding, but this was more than that. My husband’s boss was exhibiting a domineering streak that was getting to me. In a move that surprised me, I obeyed without an utterance of protest. Was he going to…

SMACK!

The pain on my left butt cheek was excruciating. It burned and hurt at the same time. And before I could protest or move, another equally harsh slap hit my other side.

SMACK!

“Augh!” I heard myself gasp.

I wanted to scream and say stop, but the blows kept coming, and all I could do was groan in pain.

SMACK!

“Augh!”

SMACK!

“Augh!”

SMACK!

“Augh!”

Then abruptly, he stopped and held my ass in place as I gasped for breath.

“Now,” he said with a low yet threatening tone. “Are you going to be cooperative?”

I must have been too slow for him because I was still trying to gather my wits about me.

SMACK!

“AAAAAugh!”

This one hurt, yet not because of its intensity. I think because my poor ass skin was on fire from the previous slaps, maybe, or something else. I was not sure. Having never been spanked this hard before, I was in near shock. And not just from the pain. It was the combination of surprise and fear. Fear of what he could do.

“Yes…” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

“What was that?” my husband’s boss said as his hand groped my burning behind with one hand. A shadow of his raised hand reminded me of my grave situation.

“Yes, yes, I’ll do as you say,” I blurted out as tears of sorrow and surrender ran down my face.

His hand continued to grope my burning behind, only differently so; it was more like a rough caress. His hand clutched my flesh, kneading as he became reacquainted with my body.

“I want you to remember always, Alison,” he continued. “You and your husband came to me. I didn’t seek you out. Your husband needed a job to keep you and your lovely children in the lifestyle you were accustomed to. And out of generosity, I took you both on.”

I said nothing as he spoke, realizing that there was nothing for me to say. He was right. We HAD come to him with our proposal. My husband would face him Monday and endure what his boss had planned for him. But it was I that had to pay this price.

“So remember your place, …Mrs. Alison Voight,” he said with a snicker. “It’s not like you didn’t enjoy yourself last time, is it?”

There was no denying it. We both knew he was right. My nod of agreement was barely perceptible had David not been looking at the back of my head. Then I spoke before he corrected me again.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to say, much to my shame.

Because I had, and strangely enough, I was enjoying my husband’s boss’s hands on me. Even the way he was forcing his will on me.

“Yes, indeed, Alison,” he said as his fingers trailed between my but cheeks to find my rear entrance. He laughed when I cringed. “You enjoy this, I can tell.”

Damn him, he was right. I was relishing all he was doing to me. His fingers probing, his hands fondling and mauling me. I was wet and hot from excitement down below while my nipples were hard as diamonds.

And just then, his fingers found my wet shaved cunt and invaded it to discover how correct he was.

“He, he,” he sneered. “You and I are going to have some fun today. Aren’t we?”

The outside woman and wife of Jace in me wanted to deny, resist and fight back. But the other part of me, the woman aroused to no end, the inner slut, David’s whore, surrendered to him. Because deep down, this was what I had gone there for. It was what I had wanted all along since David and I had met, and all through the months, my husband thought he was grooming me.

“Take my clothes off,” David ordered, and I rushed to obey.

Some would blame my husband for my predicament. But I know better than to do so. Knowing how I had craved and fantasized of David, I would have been a hypocrite to blame Jace.

I let my husband think he was grooming me, but in truth, I was grooming him. Once he revealed his voyeur tendencies to me, I realized I was sitting on a gold mine of extramarital sex. So I let my husband think he manipulated me to prostitute myself but only to a point. And that is because no matter how sexually agreeable we both are in this decision of ours, the reality is that without this arrangement with Jace’s boss, we would have been on the street in two months at best.

So, without hesitation, I did as David asked and undid his shirt, belt, and pants until he stood naked before me. Once again, I let my eyes feast on his sizeable manhood, licking my lips while waiting to worship it.

“Go on, suck my cock,” he ordered.

I fell on it with both hands and mouth as if my life depended on it. And in many ways, it did. As I stroked his shaft, cupped his balls, and tongued his underside, I put my heart and soul in it. Because the road to our family’s wellbeing was through my body; my mouth, pussy, hands, and ass, keeping my husband’s boss happy and satisfied.

“That’s it, take the head in your mouth.”

I sucked his cock as I had never sucked before. My tongue circled and licked his phallus as if it was a tasty treat and the last on earth. When he grasped my hair and began to ram his tool past my tonsils, I merely held his hips for balance and let him face fuck me.

Soon, spit and drool dripped from my mouth as sounds of sucking filled the room. ‘Yes, fuck my mouth. Fuck my throat.’ I thought as he used me. ‘So long as you keep my husband working and the money coming, I’ll be your whore. It’s not as bad as you think. I can handle this. I even like this.’

But I was wrong. My husband’s boss had more in store for me than just rough sex and face fucking me. As his thick cock dipped time and time into my throat, I was too absorbed by the act to notice what he was doing. All I noted was him moving me back slowly, bit by bit. I scooted back on my knees, focused on his cock, when I heard a familiar sound. The drapes.

One of David’s hands was forcefully keeping my head on his manhood, while the other was pulling on the string of drapes, opening them! I panicked, realizing that I was naked for anyone to see if they looked in.

I should have been terrified. If anyone who knew me looked in, they would recognize me! See me in this, of most uncompromising and humiliating positions, orally pleasing a man for all to see. A man, not my husband!

“Keep sucking, Alison,” he said. “Do as I say.”

And I did, with new vigour and enthusiasm, which I did not know then the source. I should have been embarrassed or tried to move away. Yet instead, as I licked David’s thick dick, I became aroused, …turned on at the notion that others could see me. See my naked body and witness my own debasement as I sucked another man’s cock, eagerly!

“Oh yeah… take that dick. You like this, don’t you?” he taunted me.

Once again, my husband’s boss had found another sexually deranged aspect of me that I, myself, had not known. Or maybe he was just pushing button after button to test me. To find all that I was willing to do for him. I tried telling myself that I was being forced into it, that I had to submit to him for the sake of the deal he and my husband had made. Or that…

But I knew none of that was true. What David had been right from the start was that I had a nasty streak in me. Under my unemployed-housewife and mother persona, deep down, I wanted to do and experience unspoken erotic acts. Nasty things.

“Yes… yes… suck my dick, you fucken whore,” he said in a humiliating manner. “You asked for this. You wanted this.”

Had I wanted all he was doing to me? I knew I would have to have sex with my husband’s boss for Jace’s promotion. We needed the money. I even anticipated some hopefully good sex after hearing that David had a large cock. But this was more than I had expected.

“Enough,” David commanded. “On your knees.”

I turned my face away from the window to hide my identity. But “he” would have none of it.

“No! Face the outside. Your fans would want to see you.”

“Please don’t,” I begged. “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh… we have already established that you will do …anything. Actually, it will be everything I say. Right?”

I sobbed, then realized the futility of my situation. I was his play toy, and my husband’s boss had control. Control of our lives. The power that we had given him. There was no way out but to submit. Yet, somehow what he asked seemed exciting.

Slowly, I began turning on my knees as fast as I could make it around. I had a feeling he wanted to fuck me by the window. If I turned fast enough, I would prevent anyone from recognizing me.

“Stop!” he said just as I was facing directly outside. “Spread your legs… stick your tits out. I know they are not that big, but they look spectacular. And your nipples are big and hard.”

His swipe at my breast size didn’t even register as I knelt by the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel’s 5th floor. I kept looking forward, but a quick peek told me there were people in the hotel lot below us. All they had to do was look up and see my body on display. Thirty-two B tits, pointing out with hard, thick rosy nipples. And just below, my knees parted to exhibit my freshly shaved vulva and probably parted labia. Oh, God!

“That’s the way,” David said in my ear as his right hand cupped each of my breasts before his fingers tweaked my nipples to make sure they were erect. “Oh, they feel just right.”

I wanted to beg for him to let me move from the window, but I just couldn’t. I had always been a bit of a body show-off. I mean, if you have it, flaunt it, right? The same as when I went to the beach, wearing my bikini had been fun. Even while pregnant. Showing off had been fun, but I always dressed in something. This was totally different and almost terrifying. I was naked for all to see as my husband’s boss was groping my tits where all could see!

And, to my utter bewilderment, I was turned on more than ever!

When I gasped, David chuckled to himself, or me, both probably. But he was definitely amused and continued on my exhibition to the world. Before I realized it, his other hand trailed over my ass and below to my thing gap. My eyelids fluttered as I whimpered deliriously when his fingers found my wet pussy and lingered.

“Oh God!” was all I managed to say.

I was so stimulated that it took little effort for David to make me cum. I trembled in his arms and felt my entire groin then body shake as my orgasm washed over me.

“Oh, Mrs Voight, that was spectacular,” he goaded me. “But I have more in mind for you. Now turn to the side and bend over.”

By this point, I no longer cared what he had me do. My pussy was on fire and demanded fulfilment. And not just on the outside. I needed to be taken and no longer cared how rough he was. To David, the roughness and humiliation of exhibiting me seemed but a game or a tool to keep me in line. But I found something erotic in it I had never expected.

Placing his hard cock at my entrance, he grasped my hips and pushed. It was deliberate and steady, but not painfully fast. Slowly, he fed his thick long cock in my wet pussy inch by inch. And before long, he was embedded in me, reaching and pushing into my depths.

The sensation was just as good as last time, an incredible feeling of total fullness. My cunt walls struggled as David’s thick member stretched them while the deepest part of me just behind my cervix gave in to accommodate his prodding phallus.

David’s wife Vera had told my husband when she was drunk about her sexual problems with David. That her husband was too long, and her not being able to accommodate him. How it hurt when he went in too deep. Yet, while I was shorter than Vera, my pussy could receive David’s long dick in its entirety. Almost effortlessly.

I mean, the last inch or two was a challenge, but not painfully so. It was as if my insides just moved around a bit to accommodate David Elliot’s length. Still, I could feel it and wondered how it must be to have a man this big fuck me day in and out forcefully. It had not hurt after our first time. If anything, our hard fucking had left a slight soreness, but it was all around. Nothing like pain, as some women described sex with a well-endowed man.

Instead, my entire vulva was on fire from excitement and arousal. My pussy was creating white froth for lubrication as my walls adjusted and pulsed from the stimulation. It felt so fantastic that I seemed to be in a trance. So much so that I was having back-to-back vaginal orgasms, moaning and whimpering each time I did and in between.

“Look out the window,” he said. “Look at those people.”

When I turned, I saw a group of four men exiting a large SUV, a shuttle from the airport. The men were talking to each other and getting their luggage. Then one of them looked up and froze. I could tell he had seen us coupling by the window!

Realizing someone was watching me naked and being fucked was at first a shock, but then a thrill, and an unbelievable and unexpected one at that. The seconds that the man stared up at us seemed to drag as if in slow motion. I found myself wanting the man to see; I was turned on by him seeing me. And each thrust of David’s cock in me seemed more pleasurable. More…

But before the man could say anything to the others, David pulled the curtains of our window shut. I was instantly stunned back to reality.

“Well, that was fun,” David chuckled as he continued fucking me.

I had to admit that it had been. Knowing a man had watched me as I was taken, seen me in my debouched state of arousal and surrender, had been exhilarating. In some strange way, I wished that the man could still see me as I was. As I had been displayed and used.

David did not expose me after that. Instead, he used me and fucked me standing while holding the mirror counter. Once again, I was treated to a view of my body fucked from behind by my husband’s boss. And it was just as thrilling as the time before.

We made eye contact as he continued his thrusts in me, bringing me off for the umpteenth time. As he fondled and groped my bouncing tits, he tweaked my nipples while staring into my eyes. I was almost delirious from cumming again.

“Alison Voight,” he said using my full name. “Good suburban housewife, and mom.”

He stopped talking but continued to fuck me and stare at me. His eyes were speaking to me in a way of their own. ‘I know you,’ they said. Mesmerized, I would not look away. And once again, I sighed and whimpered as I came watching us, watching him, watching me.

“Outside this room, the proper wife and neighbour. If your friends, family, and husband could see you now. What would they think?”

Yes, what WOULD they think?

What would my parents think of their daughter? Prostituting herself to keep her house and lifestyle? What could they think if they knew of my newly discovered kinks, lusts, and indiscretions?

What would my father think of his little girl sucking her husband’s boss’s cock? What would mom think of me bent over the counter as a man, not my husband railed his thick, long man-meat in my wet and willing pussy? What would the neighbours think? Or the school I volunteered at? And what of my husband?

Jace knew where I was and that I was having sex with his boss. But all he knew was what I had told him. A sanitized version of how David had fucked me in multiple positions and how I had enjoyed it. But the story I had told him left out a lot between the lines that I had not. What would Jace think if he saw how I reacted to his boss’s hands on me, his fingers probing me, and his cock fucking my mouth or cunt?

It was my reactions to all David did to me that would shock everyone, even my husband. Especially my husband. How my face contorted in a mixture of sweet agony and guilty pleasure. Or how my lips and jaw trembled as I felt the next orgasm approach. And how I arched my hips and ass to receive him deeper in me. How I almost squealed as my orgasm was realized and how I moaned during it, then gasping for air after. What, would, they think, of that?

“Oh yes,” David said again in a knowing tone. “I think you like this. Probably have been waiting for something like this to break up the boredom of your daily life?”

If he only knew how my humdrum suburban life had changed since meeting him. A man who was nothing but a sexual object to me. A lover to spice up my dreary life as he had accurately described it.

Who wants the excitement of their day to be finding a coupon to clip. Or a sale for some shoes for the kids. Or… fuck! My life had been turning into shit with us scrounging for every penny and worrying about this or that. So yes. Ever since meeting him, Jace and I have reinvigorated our sex life with fantasies and role play. But that had not been enough.

I had needed to experience it. “Him.” The thrill of a lover on the side. And with my husband’s permission and approval, no less. I didn’t even have to worry about being caught and losing my family in a divorce. And the sex was so …good!

“I won’t deny that I like what we do,” I replied, trying to focus on the pleasure of his cock penetrating me.

“You’re not like those women who are too delicate for my cock. No, siree, you can take a big one and get off on it.”

If he only knew how good it felt. And David kept fucking me, nodding at my sighs and moans.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“I thought it would, but you’re right, it doesn’t.”

“No discomfort walking or anything after?” he asked without stopping.

“No,” I shook my head with my mind more on the fucking than what he was asking me.

I should have thought more before I answered. But in my state of arousal, focusing on David’s intentions was the last thing on my mind. Then I was cumming again, and my body writhed in his hands and on his massive cock. Then it started…

Slam!

Using his hands to hold my hips and the desk to pin me, David slammed his cock in me hard. The shock jarred me. But as I was cumming, it only heightened the sensations as his battering ram reached my depths. What had begun as a steady, comfortable fuck, turned into something else.

“Let’s see how you like this,” he mumbled as he continued his assault.

David continued slamming into me hard. Going in felt fantastic. And in some ways, even his deep intrusion in my groin had its appeal. The shock o my body brought on a different pleasure I had never experienced before. He must have seen it on my face.

“Yes, you little whore… take my cock… take it deep.”

Damn him, but I loved how he was using me. David used his strength to lift me and manhandle me as a tool of control. I felt like a toy in his hands, small and powerless. But I enjoyed what he was doing to me. Making me do things I had never expected to with a man.

He picked me up effortlessly and tossed me on the bed as if I was but a rag doll. Then he was over me, large and imposing. Yet also impressive, forceful, and demanding. Looking up at him, I wanted him to have me. To do more to me and possess me. Outside that room, I was still my husband’s wife. But in the confines of the hotel room, I was only my husband’s boss’s sex toy.

“Fuck me,” I whispered in a pleading manner. One that I had never used with any man before.

I had said it to my husband and before some other men. But I had never surrendered myself to a man this way in my life. What was it about my husband’s boss? He was handsome, alright, but not overly so. he had a big cock, but as good as it felt, a big dick alone does not make a man attractive. Contrary to porn stories, a big cock alone does not make a woman concede and swoon.

“Louder,” David said, once more staring at me, imposing his will.

So what was it about him? Was it his domineering demeanour? How he just took what he wanted from me?

“Fuck me… please fuck me!” I pled.

And with one deliberate thrust, half of his thick and long cock sliced into my already willing cunt. But I wanted more. I twisted my hips to engulf more of him. When he held back, I stretched my raised legs out as much as possible to open my vulva to him. In that moment of lust frenzy, all I wanted was to spread open totally for David’s manhood. To give him clear passage and swallow all of him with my hole.

“Oh, you want it, eh?”

Oh God did I! I needed his cock to plunder me; to fuck me silly.

“Yes! I do, more, fuck me,” I whimpered. Actually, I begged.

What was happening to me? I was losing my ability to think, to resist.

“Well, you asked for it,” he said with a nod and a smile. “After all, a deal is a deal.”

And with one fast thrust, he rammed his thick manhood into me. All the way in… deep. I gasped at the fury of it, but at the same time, my entire groin tingled from the sensation. Then his thrusting began in earnest. David would withdraw half of his dick, pulling my cunt lips out then thrust back in. When he reached bottom, he would shove some more, pounding my insides to mush.

Time stood still as he continued to work me over. The more he thrust in me, the wider I opened my hips for him, and the more I turned them up to receive him. I just could not get enough. What would have been painful to another woman turned into waves of pleasure as he bottomed out hard each time, pounding my insides.

How many orgasms I had during that missionary fuck are a mystery to this day. All I know is that I wanted him to keep fucking me forever. But as much as we want some things to last, they eventually have a finale.

“You did say you are on the pill, right?”

“Yes,” I replied, barely able to process his question.

David said nothing after that. Instead, he focused on the fucking he gave me. I came again… then again! David was moving faster now. I wondered how he kept this pace up. I mean, he was fit and all, but a man is a man. How had he managed to hold out this long?

“I’m close,” he announced.

I was close to cumming again, hoping he would keep going.

“I’ll give you some in your pussy, but the rest I want in your mouth.”

“Yes, anything.”

His pace became more frantic as he seemingly got close to his release. For my part, I tried to race him to one more cum.

“Ah… here it comes!”

Loudly he groaned as he strained against me, no longer thrusting. I gathered that he shot his first spurts into my depths. I raised on my elbows in anticipation but kept my legs spread and knees raised as he came in me.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said urgently as he pulled back. “Quickly!”

I scrambled in a hurry to place my mouth over his spurting phallus. Shots of warm man cream splattered on my tits and chin before I covered his tip with my lips and tongue. Just then, nothing mattered more than capturing as much of his cum as I could. And as his thick head entered my mouth, it gushed over my tongue three times before his cock ceased spurting. But as it did, I tasted and swallowed all I could in a primal erotic quest to possess my new lover’s essence.

David held my head to his cock, in an act of dominance, but he didn’t have to. I licked and sucked his cock clean voluntarily. Lapping up every drop of his cum and my juices until he began to soften. Even then, I licked his balls and shaft enthusiastically until he rested as a majestic lion tended by his lioness.

“You are something else,” David said as I licked his flaccid cock head.

I said nothing because my mind was coming down from the sex high. Shocked at the depths of my depravity, I was questioning what I was becoming when I was alone with my husband’s boss.

“I’ll have to go soon,” he said. “So let’s take a shower.”

I nodded and followed him into the hotel bath. We had no more sex, and other than washing each other, we kept our sexual contact to just some fondling.

“Are you having fun when we do this?” he asked.

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak of my feelings. After all, I was still trying to get a handle on it all. While I had been there, reacted to, and participated all too willingly, I was still in shock. And for the first time, I was sore inside from the pounding David had given me. But I wasn’t going to tell him. His ego was inflated enough.

“Just do as I ask each time,” he said as he soaped my back. “Be my slut when you are with me. Let go totally, don’t hold back. I know you want to.”

I was too scared to reply, but I remember nodding and lowering my head submissively. ‘I’ll be your whore for cash,’ I thought. ‘I am my husband’s slut. Not yours.’

“Tomorrow,” he said, bringing me back to the reality of our life, “your husband will go through the most challenging day of his life.”

Poor Jace, what had he endured so far and how much more was to come for him? At least I was enjoying my encounters with David. How would my husband react when he actually had to face his boss and work for him?

“Please don’t hurt him,” I heard myself practically beg. “I will do anything you want when we are here.”

Even before I finished my request, I regretted it. We had already made a deal. Why was I altering it by giving my husband’s boss more power?

“You love him, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I sobbed. “He means everything to me. Jace and our babies are my life.”

“Realy?” he asked.

Realizing that I might be setting myself up, I stayed quiet. But David continued gazing at me, willing me to speak. In the end, I broke.

“What do you wish of me?”

“When I call, you will come. When you are here, you will obey and submit. We will do more things sexually as I decide and when I chose to. That is your job and part of this agreement.

“But, seeing how you like what we do, I think you won’t give me any problems. Will you Alison?”

“No, sir,” I replied obediently.

In my mind, so long as my husband’s boss kept his part of the deal, I would keep mine. And so far, while he had challenged me, I had enjoyed every minute of it. Just two times alone with him, and I had discovered my voyeuristic and now exhibitionist tendencies. And to be honest, I realized that I liked being submissive to him.

All of it was new and fun.

“I will do as you wish.”

It scared me to say it when he and I were alone. When Jace and I had made the deal with David, it seemed more like a business arrangement. This time, it felt like a private pact that my husband was not a part of. And that seemed as if I was betraying him of sorts.

But the deal had been for me to be with his boss as his mistress. What I would do with him and for him had been left for my husband’s boss to decide. The same man in whose hands Jace and I placed our future and livelihood. A man who now how total control of our life.

***

Our new life

Before I went home, I took a thorough shower, combed my hair, and brushed my teeth again. Having decided to leave everything of these encounters behind, I wanted to be as clean as possible. I even brought my own shampoo, so I smelled the same as I left when I went home.

I was glad that Jace made no fuss at my return. Instead, he asked if I was hungry of all things. We stayed home for dinner, as was normal for us these days. “Normal!” Ha! We were trying to act as if everything was fine for the children, but there was nothing “normal” about us anymore and would never be.

Other than with the girls, Jace and I avoided conversation with each other. And when the time for bed came, we slipped under the sheets without a word. After a few seconds in the dark, we had a repeat performance of the other night attacking each other and fucking furiously.

As sore as I felt from David’s horse cock, I needed Jace to take me and fuck me back into our marriage. Needing him to make me whole, I held on to him and urged him on as we fucked.

“Fuck me… fuck my slut hole, Jace.”

“You did it again, didn’t you?”

“Yes, baby, I let his cock get in me again. I was bad.”

“I thought his big dick would stretch you. You’re still tight.”

“I guess I have to keep going back.”

“You are liking it, aren’t you?” Jace said without missing a stroke. “I can tell Alison.”

For the first time since forever, Jace had called me by my full first name. And he fucked me hard with no sign of tenderness at all that night. When he came, he just rolled off, put on his robe, and left the room.

There had been no love. I cringed when I realized my husband had used me like a two-bit whore. Which was what I had become.

I sobbed myself to sleep.

The following day, Jace was gone before it was time for me to get the kids up. No kiss. No hug. No, I love you, or I’ll see you later.

My husband came home later that evening. But from the look on his face, I knew my Jace had not.

***

The next few days were a blur and a nightmare. Busy searching for a new babysitter, I found distraction from our new lot in life. There was no other choice. It had not been easy. But eventually, I found a sitter through our church.

The preacher asked why we had not been attending, but I deflected his queries and focused on interviewing the two leads he gave me. The first one was the one I chose. Karen was ten years older than us and raising two children alone after her husband was killed in Afghanistan. Since her children were teens that walked home from school, not requiring close supervision, she was available during the day to babysit mine.

When I told Jace, he just nodded and said little after that. I wondered how things between Jace and David were, but he grimaced and went to play with the kids the two times I asked. In fact, spending time with the kids was the only thing he did after coming home during those early days.

“So you are OK with this woman?” I asked my husband about the babysitter. “Do you need to meet her first?”

He said yes, and I gave him her number. Jace called Karen and went over to talk to her for a while. About an hour later, Jace returned.

“She will do,” he announced and went back to the kids.

After that, I texted David and informed him of the babysitting arrangements I have made. He approved and told me he wanted to see me the next afternoon at a different hotel.

After that, our routine began. At first, I met my husband’s boss every day of the week, from around four in the afternoon until six. Then we showered and went to our respective homes. The sex continued to be fun and interestingly fresh.

David seemed as excited with our encounters as I had been. The thrill of submissive sex to him did not wain with time. I found that my hours with my husband’s boss were a mini-vacation from everyday life and issues: pure sex and unadulterated fun.

And more than that, I found myself free to be something I had never thought I would ever be and not be judged by society. A man’s whore. More so, I finally had the answer to why I felt so comfortable doing this with David. It was simple really.

David had total control of our financial situation. He had near-total power over so much of our life; control he had not forced on Jace or me. We had willingly given it to him. Blaming him for this arrangement would be ludicrous. Jace and I had put ourselves under him and bestowed him this power he wielded over us.

“You can always end our agreement, Alison,” David had told me. “But then Jace will lose his job, and you would both lose the lifestyle you have.”

He said this to me just as I opened my mouth for his thick cock, and he held my head inches from himself.

“What will it be, Mrs Voight? It is your decision.”

My answer was to open my mouth with my tongue invitingly hanging over my lower lip.

“Wise choice, Alison,” he had said as he forced his cock deep into my mouth and held my head in place. “Just remember as my cock fucks your throat, you asked for this. YOU… asked for this.”

***

“Jace, please talk to me.”

“Nothing to talk about, Alison,” he replied, refusing to call me Alie.

The way he was saying Alison was almost like a curse, a taunt, an accusation.

“You don’t call me Alie anymore? Why Jace?”

“Alie is gone,” he hissed, turning away from me.

“No, she is…” I stopped to correct myself. “I’m not gone, Jace. I’m right here.”