My Husband’s Boss

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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 03

 

“I guess Mr Voight liked the show,” David said as he caught his breath. “Didn’t you, Jace?”

My husband struggled to get back to his senses and nodded.

“It was the most unbelievable thing I have ever seen,” my Jace replied.

“Well, stick around, buddy; you’re going to see more.”

I smiled at my husband to reassure him, but I knew that he would have to fend for himself until this encounter was over. Knowing what was expected of me, I lay next to David on the bed. Then I reached for his near erect cock with my hands and mouth.

This time, it was up to me to get him ready. My tongue danced around his head, under it and on his shaft as my hands fondled his shaved balls. In time, he responded and was soon hard; pointing up in an obscene yet so erotic way that called me to him.

“Jace, you may want to move the chair to the bottom of the bed,” David said with a slight smirk. “That’s if you want to see the real action.”

As my husband did as suggested, I noticed he was hard again. I gazed at him and wondered what he must be thinking. Had what I done been the answer to his cuckold fantasies, or would he hate me forever.

 

***

Look at me

I was so horny. I had just made my husband’s boss cum with my mouth and was working on him again to make him ready for more. All this while my husband had just jerked himself off watching me in action. I didn’t know who I resembled anymore. Maybe my husband was right. Perhaps the old Alie, his name for me, was gone. Replaced by Alison, his slut wife and his boss’s whore.

“Jace, are you OK?” I asked with concern as his boss guided me to my back.

No, my husband’s boss didn’t “guide” anyone; he manhandled me in position as if I was a pillow or a towel.

I’m tiny compared to his large frame. And with each encounter, he had become more aggressive with me physically. He no longer cared if he left marks on my body for my husband to see. I often came home with finger bruises and welts where he had grabbed my arms and legs, mauled my breasts and where his teeth had bit me. He often marked my neck, my tits, my thighs and even my buttcheeks in one way or another. Especially my ass. He took delight in spanking it hard until palm marks went home with me.

Jace had been concerned at first but then had delighted in seeing them and even kissing the marks of his aggressive boss. The erections my husband had after led to fantastic sex where he used me and pounded me to no end. I was becoming an addict to both these men. Each was enjoying my body and giving me orgasm after orgasm in their own different way.

“I’m fine,” my husband replied as he moved the chair to the bottom of the bed. Peaking around David’s body, I saw my husband’s eyes focused on his naked boss crawling between my legs. “Do what you usually do.”

What I usually do? Did I dare? And then again, as I thought of my husband watching, did I dare miss this opportunity to show him what I could do? I felt this heat wash over me just then. The notion of being watched. And not by strangers from outside a window, but by the most important man in my life. I knew he wanted to see me with another man. But could I let loose? Could I show my husband how I reacted with another man?

Looking up, I saw my husband’s boss staring at me. He had this questioning yet amused look. As if he was waiting for me to choose how the next act of our sex narrative unfolded. I knew that my husband was just behind him, watching us, and decided right then. There would be no more pretending or hiding or holding back.

“Fuck me,” I uttered as if in a trance. “Please… fuck, me.”

An outside observer may have thought I was forgetting my husband and abandoning myself into the arms of his boss, my lover. That in giving in to David, I was forsaking and humiliating my man. But not to me.

In my thoughts, David ceased to be the man I was giving myself to, as we usually did alone. Instead, he became a prop in the fantasy my husband and I had shared before the proposal and subsequent agreement. Any doubts I had were wiped away when my husband peeked around to look at me. His gaze was not of a man in anger or pain. Instead, Jace gave me a brief smile and nod that set my mind at ease.

I wanted to mouth “I love you” to Jace but didn’t want David to be part of that intimacy between my husband and I. With my mind made up, I let my husband’s boss be the third person, the detached lover, nothing more. What I wanted was to give my husband the show he had fantasized about. More so, I wanted to experience the thrill of total abandon in front of my husband. This interaction had become much more than just sex for my husband’s promotion, more than I had ever expected.

David moved closer to me, kneeling between my now spread legs. Tapping the inside of my left thigh, he signalled me to raise my widespread legs for him. Something I did all too willingly and enthusiastically. Something that I wanted my husband to see. Which Jace did when he peeked around his boss to look at me in the eye once more. There was a wild look in his eyes. His mouth open. Lips trembling. I could tell he wanted to see this.

“Fuck me!” I said louder and spread my legs as wide as I could.

I saw my husband’s lips tremble before his face disappeared behind David. His boss was now close enough for his heavy man-meat to lay menacingly on top of my splayed vulva. He thrust over my clit a few times, knowing how that set me off. Overwhelmed by the sensation, I gasped from the arousal and the nastiness of the moment.

“Please! Just do it. Let him see me take it.”

“Let who see it?” David asked. His eyes boring holes into mine. “Who should see it, Alison?”

Oh, the bastard, he wanted me to say it. He wanted to hear it. And most of all, he wanted my Jace to listen to me say it.

“My husband,” I hissed in surrender. “I want him to see. I want him to see me taking it.”

“Do you hear that, Jace?” David said, turning back to look at my husband. “Your wife wants you to see me fuck her.”

His cock continued rubbing my clit, getting me closer to an orgasm. And I was responding to him. Damn him. He wasn’t even in me yet. Raised on my elbows, I could see his thick dick rubbing over my entire wet cunt and my aroused clit. The way he was going… I felt it approach and was powerless to stop it. The more David rubbed on me, the closer I came to cumming.

“Do you hear her Jace, she is worked up. And I haven’t fucked her yet.”

“Awwuh,” I moaned as my body spasmed under him. I had been worked up from the sucking and being exposed at the window. But most of all, I was so aroused knowing my husband was watching me have sex with another man. My body trembled as my legs tightened next to David’s body. “Oh, God! Please, David, please fuck me.”

David scoffed at me, at us both and pulled back to place the thick helmet of his cock at my eager and hungry entrance. Wanting him badly, I whimpered and spread my legs for him invitingly; arching up in total surrender.

“Fuck me… please fuck me!” I now begged. My mind too fogged by lust to realize David was taunting not just me but my watching husband.

“Remember this, Jace,” his boss said. “You may be acting as if you like this and not care. But you’re a man, and no man watches his wife fucked by someone else and not feel diminished inside. Remember how this felt the next time you are at work and focus on what you are doing. Now watch as I fuck her, as I make her mine.”

In the past, he preferred short gradual thrusts. But not this time. In one push, he shoved his cock in me so hard I gasped, losing my breath. Even as wet and needy as my cunt walls were, I was still stunned at the force of his thrusts. My insides fought him, but my wet walls yielded to his power as he pushed deeper and deeper in me. When his head rubbed over my G-spot, my body reacted. Not knowing or caring what or who the source of the pleasure was, my entire groin tingled and spasmed.

“Oh, God!” I heard myself moan.

But he kept going deeper, pounding me over and over, thrust after thrust. Overwhelmed by it, I barely registered the sound of our flesh smacking together or the squelching of our wet genitals. Nor the smell of my secretions and our sweat. All I could feel was myself cumming as he continued fucking me, prolonging my orgasm.

“Watch her take it, Jace, watch my dick split her open. This is what I do to her each time we’re alone, Jace. Watch her pussy stretch.”

David’s taunting words to my husband barely registered. Deep inside me, I felt his cock rub over a bump within me. My cervix. It barely registered from the sensory overload. Damn, it felt so wonderful to be stretched and filled by him. I think I squealed as he bottomed out and pushed deeper until his groin and mine collided; his balls touching my entrance bottom seemed to contract tightly in his scrotum.

What a view my husband must have had, I thought. In that instant, I didn’t just love the feel of it, but the thought of what it must have looked like made me tingle. My need to show myself to my husband as I was fucked was new to me back then. I did not understand it, nor had I analyzed it. All I knew was that the thought of Jace watching me turned me on more than ever. More than when David and I were alone.

“She is mine now,” David said to my husband. “Just watch. Watch me fuck your wife.”

And fuck me, he did. Like a machine. My head fell back on the pillow as I closed my eyes. He withdrew almost all the way out, my labia holding on to him, as my cunt lubricated his shaft, leaving thick white froth on him. Each time he withdrew then plunged in me, the sensation was unbelievable.

Even when my husband fucked me in a frenzy, I still felt love and an emotional connection with and for him. But not so with David. He was always the other man. The conqueror. The plunderer. The invader of my bodily sanctum and giver of selfish pleasure. The marriage intruder.

It’s hard to explain to those that have never experienced the situation I was in. So many factors accented the sensations. There was sex, then sex with another man, sex with my husband’s boss, sex with a man in control of our destiny, and most arousing of all, sex as my husband watched me. Everything was so confusing for a budding exhibitionist just getting in touch with that aspect of her sexuality. Yet so erotic that I lost myself in it.

With the overwhelming pleasure I was receiving, I lost track of time and events for some time. Smaller intensity vaginal orgasms came making my body writhe and contort. I moaned and gasped through them, only for them to wash away, leaving me wanting more. During each, David fucked me fast and harder, prolonging and extending the pleasure wave for me.

Some time during, David turned me on to my left side and raised my right leg to rest on his shoulder. In this new position, his thick tool reached new places inside me. And overwhelmed by the sensations, I lay back and sighed with each thrust.

While not missing a stroke, David leaned down to suck my nipples. Taking the opportunity, I opened my mouth with my tongue out, signalling I wanted him to kiss me. Accepting the challenge, my husband’s boss wrapped his lips around mine as our tongues lashed at each other.

“Please stop taunting Jace,” I whispered in David’s ear. “You can use and abuse me all you want. Just please stop hurting him.”

He looked at me for a second, then rammed his cock in me hard, then again and again. His face a mask of determination and scorn.

“What’s in it for me?” he asked with a smirk.

I felt guilty that I was enjoying myself while David was pushing my husband’s buttons. I had to do something to stop it, or this guilt would destroy me and sooner or later cause damage between Jace and I.

“You can have anything you want from me.”

He smirked down at me again with a mix of arrogance, amusement and victory. I knew him all too well by now.

“Anything?” he smiled with a raised eyebrow. I knew what he wanted.

“When we are alone,” I said, fixing his stare. “I will do anything you want. Just stop humiliating him. If you destroy him, what good will he be for you at work?”

David seemed taken aback by my comment. His deep thrusting, which was too pleasurable for me to focus properly, faltered. Two of his thrusts seemed less forceful by the distraction. But then he sneered and picked up the pace again. His strong arms pinned my legs close to my head, spreading me wide and giving him better access as he began to pound in me.

“Your husband is a cuckold; he is getting off on this. I’ll back off on the taunts, but you will pay for that.”

I knew he would and what I had promised to give him. Something that, up to that day, I had not. By this point, his deep and powerful thrusts were getting me close to cumming again. The orgasm that followed made me forget the conversation and not register his threat.

“Enjoying the view, Jace,” his boss asked.

“Yes, sir,” my husband responded, seemingly unnerved.

Who could blame him as he watched his bosses massive cock plunder his wife’s pussy. The room was full of sounds of David’s groin smacking mine, ever-present squelching sounds of my cunt juices around his cock, as well as his grunts and my steady yelps and moans. Jace had to be seeing this. Seeing me in my slut glory.

Yet, I was conflicted. On the one hand, I wanted to protect my husband from his boss’s humiliating taunts. Yet on the other, I wanted my husband to see me get fucked hard and respond to it. The last had won, as my husband had given me the green light before with that nod. Having made another deal from hell with David, I focused on the pleasure I was receiving and the show I was putting on for my husband’s greedy eyes.

And respond I did as I came again, moaning loudly and thrashing, impaled by his big dicked boss as he pounded my wet cunt. It was as if I was a bug captured by a pin flailing away. His cock a battering ram thumping deep inside me. Then I felt like cumming again and hoped for more.

But my husband’s boss had other ideas. As he rose off my body, his face grimaced as he plunged in me deep with two hard strokes. As I held his body between my spread legs, I felt him shudder as he groaned loudly.

“Yeah… take it! I’m cumming in your wife, Uuugh!”

‘So much for not taunting my husband,’ I thought. ‘You are such an asshole David.’

Yet the notion of another man cumming in me while my husband watched drove me near the top again. My finger rubbing my clit, finished the job as I strained against David and came harder. This time from a marvellous clitoral orgasm.

I was trying to catch my breath, and so was David, who initially fell on me. Then he toppled to the side, exposing me in my leg spread and just fucked glory. Looking over my splayed legs and vulva, I saw my husband staring aghast at my defiled cunt. His cock was hard and pulsing as his fingers curled around his shaft. But Jace was not trying to bring himself off. He was straining to keep himself from cumming!

“I gotta pee,” David announced and rolled off the bed, leaving Jace and I to stare at each other.

All sorts of emotions went through my mind: A cocktail of shame, vulnerability and cruelty, mixed with angst. Being the first time for us both, I didn’t know how my husband would react. Would he blow up in anger? Maybe run away in shame of having let it happen? Would he reject me from now on? Would how I had enjoyed it not caring about his feelings make him resent me? A couple can talk to death such an encounter with another man and never prepare themselves for the emotional after-effects.

As I stared at him in shock and trepidation, I saw a determination on Jace’s face as he rose off the chair. An inexplicable urge overrode my thinking, forcing me to spread my legs wide. A desire to show my husband, my man, the evidence of my infidelity and desecration. It was such a harsh and nasty thing to do, so inappropriate.

He responded by grasping my thighs just under my knees. Giving him an erotic look, I did the splits for Jace, showing him my red and cum covered adulterous pussy. With teeth bare, I gave him a challenging stare to see what I had done; what had been done to me. To come and take me, use me, invade me. Reclaim me.

In our silent exchange, my gaze told him so much. ‘Look what he did to me. Look what you let him do to me. Is this how you envisioned it? Is that what makes your cock so hard now? Knowing another man used my cunt, the cunt that used to be just yours? Yes. Look at his cum dribbling out of me. Your slut wife. His whore. Words that did not have to be said but were so accurate and understood by us both.

Moving fast in answer, Jace fell between my legs and plunged his hardon in me with one swift motion. Wet from David’s cum, my pussy accepted my husbands cock easily. And the sensation was unbelievable as I pulled him to me, grunting in a purely animalistic need to be fucked. In response, Jace matched my need with his own urge to fuck and reclaim me. To empty his seed in me with an animalistic instinct of men through the ages.

Once more, time and reality faded. All I wanted was to be taken again by my man, my husband. Fear of losing that part of us, driving me. To know I was still wanted by him after the slutty show of whorishness I had put on for him with his boss.

I don’t know when David came back into the room. My senses, other than what was from our coupling, failed me. At some point, whilst Jace fucked me, David presented his thick cock to my mouth, and I took it inches away from my husband’s contorted face.

“Watch your wife suck my cock, Jace. It’s a great view, isn’t it?”

My husband stayed silent, but he fucked me harder, furiously.

“Go on, fuck your whore wife. Are you close?”

Jace whimpered and nodded repeatedly.

“Good,” David said in a way reminiscent of the Emperor in Starwars.

I almost expected him to say, “Give in, Jace. Give yourself to the dark side.” But instead, David patted Jace’s shoulder, friendly-like. As if the men had shared more than just me.

“You and I are going to remember this for the rest of our lives, Jace. The day we shared your wife and came in her pussy. Do it, man! Shoot your cum in her!”

I was licking David’s cock head with my lips wrapped around it, but my eyes were focused on my husband’s reaction. Jace bit his lip and closed his eyes as he hissed breath after breath. I think he was trying to hold out, to edge himself.

“Cum in me, baby, I need you to!” I uttered, taking my mouth off David’s cock.

As David tried to place his dick back in my mouth, I saw my husband strain desperately. Shoving himself in me one last time before achieving his release.

“Yes, baby… do it!” I said before I licked David’s cock for my husband to see.

His eyes bulged at my act of brazenness, driving me to more. Wrapping my lips around the big other cock I stared at Jace as his eyes bulged. The effect on Jace was immediate, and one will remember forever.

My husband’s groan was loud, reverberating around the room. He shuddered as his cum desperately tried to edge out David’s in my womb. I was on the pill, so no one’s “boys” were going to make a love connection with my eggs. But nature… well, she is on autopilot when it comes to men, women and the urge to mate and procreate.

As Jace withdrew, David once again pounced on me. Only this time, he flipped my small body over and impaled himself in my cum filled pussy from behind. My cunt welcomed him with wetness, warmth and pulsing beyond my control. It wanted to be fucked again and again without reprieve. And David did not disappoint me or my pussy.

“Sloppy thirds. Bloody hell!” my husband’s boss snickered to himself. “Who knew it would feel this good?”

David fucked me on my knees for some time until Jace was hard again.

“Spitroast time, Jace,” his boss directed my husband. “Stick it in her mouth. She can handle it.”

And I did. David’s dick reamed my cunt from behind as my husbands familiar cock made itself at home in my mouth and throat. I was in sexual heaven. Or I may have been on the road to hell. I just no longer cared about anything but the next orgasm, the next shot of cum in my mouth or pussy.

Eventually, the men tired from all the frantic coupling. Neither one had ever worked me so furiously as when they did me together. Nature’s competition once again pitted them to outperform each other much to my pleasure benefit.

When we were finished resting on the bed, David slipped into the shower alone, saying something about him being late or something. But Jace and I continued staring at the ceiling holding hands. I never felt so close to him as at that snapshot in time. Noises of David in the shower seemed a distant reminder of what had transpired between the three of us.

***

Nothing will be the same

We returned to our new routine after that afternoon, but the memory of it hung over Jace and I for some time. Lingering longer than the marks on my body from the rough sex of the evening. This time, who gave them to me was not clear.

But I was unsettled. David had near ruined the whole thing with his reprehensible humiliation of my husband. Something that I knew I had to address. Promising him “anything he wanted” was something I did “in the moment,” and now I was regretting it.

As much as I enjoyed the sex with David, I had accepted that he could be a bastard when he wanted to. And giving such a personality an “anything you want” option was dangerous. Jace had taken it in stride, but I could tell it had left its mark on him. When we came home from the threesome with David, my husband said little.

“Are you OK,” I asked, to which he did not reply. “Jace, are WE, OK?”

He turned to me and seemed to want to say something as his mouth opened and closed twice. Then he looked back with a gaze of wonder? I was not sure.

“I have never seen you so sexually charged and responsive. Is this common between you and David?”

I didn’t know what to say. Actually, I did. I had to answer my husband after what he saw. There was no escaping that reality or lying to him about what he had seen.

“I tried to tell you… to warn you.”

“Yes, you did, didn’t you?” he replied with some sadness.

“Jace, please don’t be mad at me. I can’t help how I feel while your boss… fucks me.”

There I had said it. But I had to explain before this ate Jace up. And I was going to be as honest as possible.

“Do you remember what you told me one time about masturbating alone to that video of a couple on a beach you used to like?”

“Yeah, that it was a total escape from reality.”

“You said that it was just eroticism and nothing else. That the way the hotwife sucked the bald man’s dick and how he fucked her hard was what turned you on?”

“Yes, I remember now,” he replied sheepishly.

He more than remembered. That video was in our browser history at least once a week, so I knew he did.

“I never associate it with you or anyone we know. The woman is older than you, a bit fuller and has curly blond hair. And the man is bald, with a slight belly and hairy legs. Big cock. So when I watch it, I only think of them, not us.”

“Jace,” I said, sitting close to him. “When I am with David, it is like that. Just pure detached sex. Enjoyable, I won’t deny that. But it is different, like an escape from real life. I get orgasms from his cock, but I get nothing emotionally from your boss at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, I am positive Jace. And that David is how he is, makes going to him easier.”

“How, I don’t understand.”

“His personality is not what I look for in a man. I have found that in you.”

“But you and him, I saw how you two were together.”

“You saw me reacting sexually, Jace!” I interrupted. “Did you hear me say I love you or run away with me? Or anything stupid like that?”

My husband did not reply verbally. He only shook his head in response agreeing with me.

“Baby, sex with him is purely… sexual. I save my emotions for us. Us, Jace! I can’t relate to your boss the same way I do with you. David is…” I hesitated in frustration. “David is an asshole.”

We stared at each other and almost simultaneously started laughing. The stress of the moment drained from us both as we looked at each other. And we cracked up laughing again.

“Yeah, he is that, isn’t he?”

“He is so full of himself,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Look, baby, all I want from him is the job opportunity for you and don’t be upset, but his dick and the sex.”

Jace got quiet then. He smiled gently, but I could see the trepidation in his eyes. What man wants to hear from his wife that fucking someone else is something she looks forward to?

“Look, Jace,” I said seriously now. “Every spouse at one time or another wonders what it would be like with someone else. We have both admitted that to each other, so let’s be honest.”

“I know,” Jace replied. “What are you getting at?”

“Up until you and I talked about making the offer of sex to your boss for your promotion. And all our fantasies of others and all that pillow talk was just fantasy and what if.

“That night, you allowed me to realize those fantasies, and with a man, you knew I found attractive no less. Jace, baby, it was as if I hit the lottery. My own husband permitted me to have sex with someone else. Do you know how rare that is for any woman?”

He shrugged at first, then nodded.

“Jace, you are giving me something I never expected to have. Not only do I appreciate it and enjoy it, but I know one thing: Without you and our family, sex with David is empty. It just a fun escape, and that is it. Do you understand?”

“I guess I do. So long as we are together, Alie. Just don’t lose yourself in this, please. I know I’m not like other men. But I love you.”

Other men.

My husband is not like those men, whatever other men or just men are “supposed to be.” Jace has a weird streak in him that “those men,” the conventionals look down at and denigrate. But I don’t and am very protective of him in that regard.

“Jace, don’t let him get to you. He thinks he owns me, but he is too self-centered to understand my attraction to him. If he knew that I see him as a human dildo, it would hurt his ego. And we want him happy and engaged in our deal, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do. I don’t know for how long, but for now, we do. If you can handle David sexually, I can manage my feelings and obligations at work.”

I debated telling Jace about the deal I had made whispering to his boss, but until I knew where it led, I wanted to wait.

***

When Jace went back to work with David, an uneasy truce settled between them. Surprisingly, his boss focused on work and stopped taunting my husband. I guess the early thrill of the power over my husband got old. Jace’s boss could be like a child with a new toy sometimes, and he sure treated us as such the first month or two.

Within days, David called me to him again. Alone as before in various hotels. I would see him regularly twice a week. Some weeks three times, if he could get away during the day. But there were no more threesomes for some time.

He explored all kinds of depravity with me. Things he had never done like tying me up, blindfolds and even a golden shower. While the tying up thing was fun, pee-games were messy, and he only tried them once with me. I was glad about that, and he was sorry he brought it up as he almost threw up that one time. Serve him right.

The thing that we continued was my submissiveness, exhibitionism and voyeurism. I found that I could be submissive to Jace’s boss when we got together and not feel the need for it after. It was just another sexual novelty. One I could not explore at home.

Jace and I were too close for one of us to dominate the other. Plus, we loved one another. It’s hard to use a person you love. At least that was how we saw it. I explained to Jace how I enjoyed being David’s sub when we were alone, and the poor soul accepted it as part of our deal.

I know Jace worried each time I came home with marks on my arms, thighs, ass, neck and tits. But as they were never heavy or any blood drawn, my husband took them in stride and occasionally gave me some of his own with rough sex. But he never flogged my ass as David sometimes did.

David and I talked a bit about ourselves, but he was reluctant to speak of his family. He and Vera have children, but I didn’t know how many, their age or sex. What I had learned of his private life was what Vera had shared with my husband. It has been the night I met David, and she was too drunk to drive home.

Vera Elliot had cried and confided in Jace that David had a sex drive she could not keep up with. And as I had later confirmed the size of her husband’s cock and how he abused her with it by going too deep. That I could accommodate his entire length in my more petite body was probably one of the reasons David was so enamoured with me. How much sex they still had was a mystery as everything else about the family life of my husband’s boss.

Enamoured was the wrong choice of words, as David merely used me. Which was fine by me because I also “merely used” him. For the sexual thrill and his adherence to our financial agreement, that is. Jace understood it and even had developed a coping mechanism to place everything in perspective.

“I have to go to work for the asshole, and you do as well. We both work for David, and we knew we would from the start. As I find that I like the job I am doing, you might as well like what you do with him.”

I often wondered if my husband would handle his wife being his boss’s mistress if he was not a voyeur and willing cuckold. One who got turned on knowing another man was banging his wife regularly. But I always worried if David and I as well were not pushing my husband’s limits.

And with that in mind, I decided something had to be done.

***

“David, you have to back off marking me,” I said as we lay in bed.

It was after I had made him cum in my mouth, so I was in his good graces.

“I thought you liked it rough?”

“To a point, David. You send me home so marked that I have to cover up, so the kids don’t see it and get scared.”

“But I like sending you back marked,” he replied, almost like a kid whose toy might be taken away.

“You can do it on my tits and ass. Places I am covered up. Look, I can’t have people see it and call the police on Jace.”

David acted as if he was considering it and then nodded.

“OK, we can save that for special occasions. But I need something to take its place.”

He gave me a knowing look with a smirk. For a second, I wasn’t sure what he was planning. When he reached for the tube of lubricant on the dresser, I knew.

“David, I don’t know about that. You’re big. I mean wide, I can take the length, but…”

“I thought you liked the extra thickness, Alison.”

“In my pussy and mouth, yes,” I tried to dissuade him from what he was implying. “Not there!”

There! The ultimate conquest that had so far evaded my husband’s boss. To be honest, I was surprised that he had taken so long to get around demanding it.

“David, you are big. I’m afraid you will hurt me.”

“I’ve fucked women in there before, and they thought that as well. I know how to make it happen.”

“I don’t know, David.”

“I do. Trust me.”

Trust him? He was thicker than any man I had ever fucked. My husband less so, yet Jace’s entry into my back hole had taken quite a bit of coaxing, lubrication and honestly, alcohol to numb my senses and relax my fears and inhibitions. I was not sure I wanted to be drunk alone with David. I also had to drive home after.

But David had an answer for that. If we did it at our house, I could drink all I wanted and not worry about driving. And that was what we did.

Before he arrived that afternoon, I took the kids to the sitter and got ready by having an enema to clean my colon. Yeah, I know. Preparation for anal is not very sexy, yet I found the sensation of the warm fluid in my bowels arousing. I managed to fight off the temptation to cum for a while, but curiosity got the best of me.

Soon I was playing with my clit as the warm fluid sensation aroused me. I tried edging myself, but in the end, I gave in and brought myself off quickly to take the edge off.

Then I prepared by wearing the garter belt and stocking he asked for under new black lacy panties. A matching bra that left my nipples uncovered topped the underwear ensemble. Then it was three-inch heels, a black pencil skirt and a loose white blouse. My hair and makeup were just right before I was ready to go pick up David.

Jace already knew that his boss was paying me a call that afternoon. David had apparently discussed it with him. I often wished I was a fly on the wall when they had these conversations. When I asked my husband to describe David’s demeanour, Jace had said it had been a clear cut and polite exchange. As if telling a man, “I’ll be at your house fucking your wife,” could be cordial or civil.

But my husband had dismissed my concerns by reminding me that we had chosen this path and had to carry it through. Jace was beginning to sound like David with the “you asked for it” attitude. But then my husband had to cope, and I guess this was his way. Accept and endure.

Not wanting nosy neighbours to see him arrive in his car, I drove our car to the movie theatre lot to pick my husband’s boss up. My car should have been in the garage, so no one could see my going out outfit, but I had not thought straight and left it out front. My mind had been on what was to happen later, not the details of who might see my outfit. It was semi-slutty but too sexy for a mid-afternoon jaunt by a suburban housewife in our subdivision. Now I would have to go out there looking as if I was about to go on a tryst.

Luckily, I was saved by the weather. It was getting cold by then, so a coat covered up my not so proper outward appearance. I got in quickly, giving Mrs Weindenmeir a nod and smile. Being the neighbourhood gossip, the bitch took note of everything. I bet she noticed my heels and wondered why I had them on in mid-afternoon.

When we returned, I pulled into the garage as David ducked down the last block or so. Resting his head on my lap, he laughed.

“This would be more fun if I was driving and you were giving me road head.”

“We can do that one day if you like,” I replied as the thought of it excited me. Or maybe I would do that with Jace. Or both my men. “We’re almost there.”

After the garage door was down, we somehow made it inside the house proper. For a while, I thought he would want to fuck in the garage over the hood. Something that Jace and I had done a few times, but my husband’s boss was too intent on other sexual endeavours to think of mear garage or over the car-hood romps.

Once inside the house, he was all hands. Nothing out of the ordinary for my husband’s boss by this point in our “relationship.” But then, as he often reminded us, we had “gone to him, not he to us,” and he certainly enjoyed the perks of our arrangement.

Only this time, he was about to cross a line with his wants and desires. Because David was about to take something that, for years, I had only offered my husband.

Something I was apprehensive about because of his size. And I was not talking about the length of his member. It was his width that worried me.

“Have a drink,” David said as he poured his favourite: Brandy. “It will relax you.”

“I don’t know, David,” I replied apprehensively. “I’m scared that you will hurt me.”

“Once I teach you how to control your body, it will be easy. You’ll be surprised.”

“Are you sure,” I said, downing my entire glass.

“Yes, I learned the trick some years ago by this woman I knew who loved anal. She had it down to an art.”

“How does it work? I mean, you’re over two inches wide, David. You’ll tear me up.”

Taking me in his arms, David tried to calm me down with his piercing gaze and signature smile. After one more drink, I started to relax enough to focus on just us, making out and not on what he would do to me eventually.

Soon he had me undressed in just my sexy undies, garter belt, stockings and heels. And unlike other times when he had been rough, this time David was surprisingly gentle.

“Where’s your bedroom,” he asked, then followed me down the hallway. “Don’t worry about being interrupted. Jace is busy with meetings today. I made sure.”

“How nice of you,” I retorted, not caring what he thought.

The booze was taking effect, but I was far from drunk. I was just relaxed. Enough so that I focused on the sex and nothing else. As usual, I undressed David and went down on his large cock. I should have been unnerved knowing that his bulbous head would soon be trying to invade my rectum. Instead, I licked, kissed and stroked his shaft before taking him in my mouth. Anything to take my mind off the inevitable.

“I’ll talk you through it as you suck,” David said as if holding a class. “First, we are going to fuck, so you are all warmed up and turned on. Then, I’ll lube your back-hole well and use my fingers to open you up. Oh! That’s good rake it deeper.”

As his head spread my throat open, I had the thought that this too had seemed daunting at first as well. Yet taking his girth past my tonsils was common for me these days. Maybe, just maybe, the “other” would not be so daunting?

David was a different man that day. There was no harshness or taunting from him. It was not loving, by any sense, but it was civil, and that was enough. We made it to the bedroom, where we coupled for some time. And true to his word, David made sure I was as turned on as could be before the last act of my plundering.

After lubricating between my cheeks, David worked the thick warm liquid into my nervous back-hole with his fingers. One at first; I assumed his index finger. Then another, with them both invading, coaxing and opening me. I think he replaced them with his thumb for a while, then two fingers again until my ass spread for him as he kissed my back with a care I had not expected from my husband’s boss.

“Relax, Alison,” he said with a calm voice. “Do as I told you, and it will all work out fine.”

I looked back and nodded to him as I lay on my tummy.

“No,” he said as he rose on his knees on the bed. “On your back, Alison.”

I hesitated for a second but then trusted him and did as he instructed.

“I’ll go in you upfront for a while, let you get used to me and then below.”

“Go on,” I replied by now eager to get it over with. “Do it!”

It worked out just as David said; the woman who had taught him be praised. After fucking me for a while, I nodded to him.

“Ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

After lubricating his shaft and head well, David placed his wide tip at my entrance and applied a bit of pressure on my waiting rosebud just as he said he would.

“Now, Alison.”

And as he had instructed me, I did what was expected of me. And sure enough, I felt his cockhead enter my rear surprisingly easy. It was working! The trick was straining my sphincter muscles as if I was evacuating my bowels. I know, I know, it sounds terrible. But having cleaned myself with an enema, I was only relaxing my entrance. With the slight pressure he was applying, his cock tip and part of his shaft entered me without difficulty. The lubrication and his fingers earlier had helped. But it was this trick that allowed me to take a big cock inside my ass.

“Almost there, Alison,” he encouraged me. “Relax and do the same as last time.”

“I can’t believe you went in that fast!” I said honestly.

“It’s quite a trick, isn’t it?” he smiled back. “I’m still surprised at how it works.”

“It even feels good!”

And it did! In short steady strokes from David, and with my help, he soon had his cock deep in my ass. I had never felt so full back there. Soon, he was deep inside me. And what surprised me was much much I could feel him in my rectum than in my cunt.

As he fucked me, David applied more lubricant in my entrance and his shaft. And in a shorter time than I expected, my opening yielded to his size and accommodated him. His strokes began slow and gentle, but the more he sensed me being open and willing, the faster he shafted my ass with his hard cock.

“Oh, God!” I gasped. “My insides are on fire.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked without abating his thrusts.

“Yeah… it does… fuck me.”

From then on, David pushed my legs up on his shoulders and rammed himself in me to the hilt. I guess after all the build-up, he was too excited to last long. I saw and felt him try to hold back, but it was a lost cause.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it! Cum in my ass… fuck me!”

And as David groaned with his face contorting, I felt the warmth of his thick spunk shooting in my bowels. Jace had felt the same when he took my ass, only he was not as thick or long. When David finished cumming, he collapsed between my legs, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh fuck…” he sighed and pulled back.

As he did, I felt a thick stream of warm cum drip out of me down my clenching ass cheeks. Only after David was finished did I realize that I had cum from the fucking earlier just once as I had been nervous. Just once! A first for me with my husband’s boss. But the experience had been something out of this world.

“Thanks, Alison.”

I let him enjoy the moment then spoke.

“So, do we have a deal?”

“I thought we did.”

“Not the original David. But this one about you no longer humiliating my husband for kicks.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking away sheepishly. That was also a first for him. “I took that too far. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not me you need to apologize to David,” I said, staring into his eyes until he nodded in agreement.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said. “By the way, Jace has been fitting in well in his new position. Better than I had expected, in fact.”

“I’m glad you noticed,” I replied. “My husband is a good man.”

“Yes, he is, Alison,” he replied as he headed for the shower, and I followed. “I don’t think I would have the courage to do what he did for his family. What you both did.”

We showered, fooled around under the water for a bit and then came back to bed for another non-anal round. David had enjoyed it but announced that he did not want to overdo it. In a very appreciative manner, he went down on me until I came, then fucked my pussy until I came again. The after sensations from the assfucking may have contributed to my orgasms. But by then, I no longer cared.

Before David left, I worshipped his thick cock as he luxuriated on the bed like a king. What the hell, I thought. He had behaved like a human being again. I wondered if this new version of David would last. But I wasn’t going to hold my breath waiting.

Yet surprisingly, it did.

That evening, Jace asked what I had expected. But I had hoped he wouldn’t.

“Did he?”

We both knew what my husband was referring to, so there was no point in obfuscating. I just nodded and kept working on painting my toenails.

“Did it hurt?”

“Actually, no,” I replied, working on the next toe. “He taught me a trick to make it easier.”

“A trick? What kind of trick?”

While still working on my toenails, so I didn’t have to look him in the eye, I explained how David had taught me to take his cock in my ass.

“And that worked?”

“Yes, and I am still in one piece.”

“Do you want to try it now?” he asked with a glint in his eye.

I was sore back there, but there was no way I could deny my husband what I had given to his boss that afternoon.

“Sure,” I said. “I’m almost done.”

The thing is that with Jace being slightly less thick than David, I enjoyed the ass fucking better. One more thing David and his ego didn’t need to know about.

***

Eventually, everything settled between us three. Jace had a handle on the new job, requiring little supervision from David. Financially, we had gotten caught up on all our bills but the mortgage. Once that was taken care of, we planned on saving some money for a rainy day.

The economy was not recovered as of yet, but I was thinking of a job again. Still, our arrangement with my husband’s boss was something I did not want to end. I had become accustomed to our sexual encounters and did not want to give it up. And my husband had gotten past his earlier emotional turmoil regarding sharing me with another man.

Still, it was a surprise to me how sexual I had become. I craved sex with both my men. And over time, David relaxed enough for us to have more threesomes. It wasn’t as often as meeting him alone. That was a steady two to three times a week still. But we began to have Friday afternoon get-togethers for the three of us.

As was customary, we met at a hotel. And the threesomes became more “interesting,” to say the least. Jace got to see David, and I do everything but anal. That his boss kept for when he and I were alone.

We even indulged in a bit of exhibitionism by fucking naked on the rooftop of a rental building David owned. There were three buildings in the distance where people could have seen my men taking turns on me. But remarkably, no one called the police on us. But knowing we could be seen was a huge turn on. Just knowing people’s eyes could be on me sent a jolt through my brain and pussy.

In keeping with his “try new things,” David had to surprise us one day. His orders were for the kids to go to the sitter for the night. His wife Vera was out of town, and he wanted to have some new fun. In our house, our bedroom and Jace’s and mine bed for the whole night.

I guess he thought it would be fun to fuck another man’s wife in front of him and in his bedroom. To maybe wake up in the middle of the night and fuck me with Jace watching or participating. But we thought it was just another David quirk and just went along with it. What surprised me was how easily Jace accepted it. I guess after everything else and how long our arrangement had gone on, this was just one more chapter in our life with David.

This time my husband’s boss had me suck him off in the living room as he made Jace serve him drinks and watch. My drink was his load down my throat. But by then, I was used to it and had even developed a taste for it. The taste and texture of both of them were the same to me. And it gave me a rush to know I had made a man cum.

What I was really hooked on, was performing in front of my husband. Since that first time, I craved to be naked servicing Jace’s boss while my hubby watched with a hardon. The act fed both my exhibitionism and my husband’s voyeurism.

That night, I dragged the blow job out for Jace to see because we were unsure if David would want my husband in the bedroom with us. He had made an earlier comment on the phone about making Jace sleep in the guest room. But I reminded him of our deal about not humiliating Jace. So, in the end, the three of us went to the master bedroom together.

Unlike last time, David did not want Jace to participate. My poor husband had to content himself with watching us fuck most of the night. Fuck missionary, fuck on our sides, fuck standing with me bent over the dresser, fuck wrapped around David’s body, fuck on my knees, on the floor and even in the shower. Interestingly enough, David did not fuck my ass in front of Jace.

After David fucked himself to exhaustion, he sat back and watched Jace and I fucking. Near the end, I even caught David jerking off. But he only did it behind my husband, so Jace could not see. I rolled my eyes toward the mirror and mouthed, “look.” To his credit, Jace peeked without moving his head to give himself away. How we kept from cracking up is a mystery to us to this day. How my husband didn’t lose his erection, a miracle.

Around two in the morning, we were all beat, and it was time to crash. I fell asleep with a man on each side, but David woke me to fuck again. Something about doing it next to my sleeping husband in the middle of the night turned him on. At first, I found it erotic as hell and tried waking Jace up to watch, but my hubby was dead to the world asleep.

I remember David fucking me doggie to start with, then on my side facing away from my husband. When we were done, I noticed that Jace had left the room. A quick look confirmed that he was in the guest room by his own choice. He either had enough or just wanted to sleep. In a way, I was glad because I needed some alone time with my human dildo and rode him one more time cow-girl style. Only then, when we were alone, David flipped me on my knees and took my ass one more time.

When we were finished, I was aghast to notice that the bedroom door had been left slightly open. Had Jace seen David fucking me in the ass? Too late now, I thought. But as unsettled as I was, I was tired and drifted to sleep.

The following day was Saturday and David had to go golfing with his rich palls. So he left Jace and I alone to clean up and air the bedroom out. It reeked of sex. But for the first time, David Elliot left us a gift. $1000 in ten crisp one hundred dollar bills in an envelope. Between that and my husband’s larger paychecks, we were finally caught up on the mortgage.

Jace never mentioned seeing me taken anally by David that night. And I decided that it was best if it was left unspoken of. After all, my husband knew I was having my ass fucked by David and probably decided that talking of it was unnecessary.

***

Beware of a woman scorned

We were sitting around one Sunday watching TV while the kids played. Unexpectantly the doorbell rang. Being closer to the door, I stood.

“I got it,” I said as I checked myself in the mirror.

“Are we expecting anyone?” Jace asked.

“Not me,” I said as I looked out the glass window to see David’s wife!

“Shit, it’s Vera!” I said, looking at Jace.

“What does she want?”

“I’ll talk to her,” I replied. “Do we invite her in?”

Jace walked past me and unlocked the door. A not so amused Vera Ellison looked back at us with arms crossed and a stern look. A cold chill went up my spine.

“Mrs Ellison, how are you?” Jace greeted her politely. Would you like to come in?”

“We need to talk,” she said impatiently.

Jace and I looked at each other, trying not to look guilty. Having the wife of Jace’s boss and my lover in our home was the last thing we had expected, but then here she was and turning her away was not a good idea.

“Come on in,” I said. “Jace, do you think you can call our sitter to watch the kids for a while?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Jace replied.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked Vera.

“Water will be fine,” she replied as she followed me to the kitchen.

I offered her to sit, but Vera leaned back on the kitchen counter, waiting for my husband to get the kids ready to go to the sitter. When they were out of earshot, she stared into my eyes; a cold, accusative stare.

“So you are the woman fucking my husband,” she spat out.

It wasn’t enough that this woman intimidated me by being taller, prettier, blond and with a better body, but now she had the good on us. She knew about her husband’s affair with me. To be honest, while I had hoped for the arrangement with David to stay undiscovered, I was not overly surprised that Vera discovered us. And I was almost positive that Jace and I had not done anything for Vera to find out.

But I kept calm and stared back at her as my husband brought the girls to the door with their overnight bags just in case. As I kissed the girls goodbye, Jace talked to Vera.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Try not to leave too much blood on the floor.”

Vera gave him an irritated look, but my Jace just smirked back at David’s wife, much to my surprise. Vera shrugged her shoulders, and I could have sworn, gave my husband a knowing smirk. What was that about?

“Be back in a jiff,” my Jace said and gave me a quick kiss.

I kissed him back, but I never stopped holding Vera’s stare. It was as if I was in a room with a tiger sizing me up. When the door closed, Vera moved to sit at the kitchen table, waving for me to follow suit.

“I have to say. You are a cool customer Alison Voight. Do you think that if you stay quiet, I will go away?”

“I don’t know,” I said back. “Will you go away?”

“You’re not that cute,” she smiled, then scowled. “…for a slut.”

“So you are here to insult me in my home?”

“Considering you and my husband… you know.”

“Your husband and I what?”

“Are fucking, fucking!” Vera said, waving her hands.

“Don’t you fuck him?” I replied with a smirk.

“What did you say to me?” she seemed indignant.

I thought this game had gone far enough.

“Oh, spit it out, Vera.”

“I’m Mrs Elliot to you, you two-bit whore.”

“I see back to insults. Well, if it makes you feel better, go on.”

“You have some nerve!” Vera spat at me. “How long have you been fucking my husband?”

“Mrs Elliot,” I replied in as calm a voice as I could muster. “How much do you know?”

“So you don’t deny it.”

“Mrs Elliot,” I finally replied in frustration. “What do you want from me?”

“Rest assured that I know that you and David have been meeting in hotels for the last two weeks. How I know is irrelevant for now. But I have evidence of you two having get-togethers at hotels. One three days ago.”

SHIT! Shit! Shit! I screamed inwardly. David must have been careless. I knew I had not. But that didn’t seem to be as important at the moment. Vera Elliot’s intentions, on the other hand, were. I could deny it, of course, but what would have been the point. David’s wife knew.

“What evidence?” I asked, hoping she would give me something worthwhile before I admitted she was right.

“STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH ME!” Vera yelled.

I jumped back at her outburst, wishing Jace was still at home with me for protection. Vera looked upset, angry and vengeful. And at five-five, she was bigger than me and looked fit; going to the gym four days a week fit. I used to go to the gym too. Until I lost my job and the money for such frivolities ran out, that is. Now I settled for running outside, some exercises in the basement and using my husband’s weight set. But Vera looked like “she could kick my ass,” as the men say.

“There will be a price to pay for you stealing my husband.”

“I didn’t steal him, nor do I want to,” I replied, looking at the door; trying to will my husband to come through it. “I need to explain.”

“What are you going to say? That it is not what it seems?” she mocked me.

“Actually, it requires some explaining,” I replied, thinking how to do that.

“I remember you and my husband dancing at the party months ago,” she said, shaking her head. “Is that when it started?”

“It’s how I met your husband. But not how, “it,” started.” I replied, doing finger air quotes at IT.

Thankfully, she stopped interrupting as I told her our story of facing financial ruin, possibly being homeless and kicked out of the neighbourhood.

“What does that have to do with you and my husband having an affair?”

“It’s related.”

“So what? David found out you were broke and offered your husband a better job in return for you putting out?

“No,” I replied.

“No? Then what? He just fell in your pussy?”

OK. That was cute. Had I heard it at a party or bar. But not so much when my paramour’s wife was staring me down.

“We went to him.”

“You what!” she scoffed. “We as in you and your husband?”

Once again, she did not interrupt until I told her how Jace and I made the proposal to her husband and how he accepted. Not wanting to get Jace in trouble with his boss’s wife, I never mentioned her conversation with him in the car during the party. She didn’t either.

“So your husband is in on this!”

Speaking off, my husband chose that moment to return home.

“Mrs Elliot, what do we owe the pleasure,” he asked, sitting down with us.

Vera shook her head while holding her hand up to me to stay quiet. I wanted to blurt, “she knows Jace… RUN! Take me with you,” but I kept my mouth shut. My intuition told me to let Vera have her moment, either yelling at us, or to speak her piece calmly.

“Oh, you owe me alright,” she said, looking at each of us in turn. “You both owe me.”

I could tell from Jace’s face that he realized Vera knew.

“She knows the what and why,” I told him quickly, earning a brief harsh look of displeasure from David’s wife.

“As I was saying,” she continued. “You both owe me. And I am here to collect.”

Jace and I sat there stunned as David’s wife nodded to us both and turned toward me.

“You got to enjoy my husband. Either you are desperate for cash, or you must like big dick.”

“Both,” I heard myself say without much thought.

What I wanted to say was: I’m doing for your husband what you are not, you spoiled rich bitch. But I kept that to myself.

The brief pained look on her expression told me that what she had shared with Jace last winter had been confirmed.

“It doesn’t hurt you? When you, when he… and you?” she trailed off.

She didn’t have to clarify what she was asking. I knew she meant her husband’s enormous dick. So I merely shook my head no but decided to add something. To qualify my denial and take the edge off her pain.

“When he does me very hard, it hurts the next day,” I said.

Vera gave me a knowing nod, then noticed Jace looking at us, and her demeanour changed. Turning toward my husband, she sized him up. Something told me she had done so before at the New Year party. Maybe also at the 4th of July grill-out at the zoo.

“Jace, you are a good looking man,” she complimented him.

I have to admit, that comment brought me a wave of pride and jealousy at the same time.

“Thank you, Mrs…”

“Vera,” she corrected him. “Call me Vera. After all, your wife is keeping my husband sexually serviced. You and I, as the outside parties, should at least be cordial.”

“Vera it is,” Jace smiled back politely. I could tell my husband was still jittery about this entire situation.

“So,” Vera continued with a cold stare to us both. “You both owe me. You Alison, for fucking my husband and you Jace for facilitating this. And you, will both, pay.”

I knew this was to be the reckoning when I saw her at my doorstep. The question was what would be the price.

“Before we go any further, I want to hear from you both that you are indebted to me. I don’t care who goes first.”

Jace and I looked at each other briefly. I knew we both wish we had a few minutes with each other to plan how to respond. But we also knew that Vera would not allow it.

“I’m waiting,” she said, tapping her fingers on the table.

“Vera, please understand; we are not out to destroy your marriage.” Jace tried to explain. “We were desperate.”