My Husband’s Boss

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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 06

 

“Jace, I did something bad.”

“What did you do?” he asked cautiously.

And I told him. Everything.

Jace shook his head and laughed.

“OK, I get it. You had to set me up so you can watch. But weren’t you worried of what you may see?”

“Yes, I got an eye an earful,” I replied. “You guys being chummy hurt me more than you and Vera fucking.”

“Well, I didn’t fuck her ass,” he replied with a smirk.

“Asshole!”

He laughed at my retort.

“That usually gets her going,” he stayed on point. “Good idea you had, by the way. She liked the whole thing. Said we should do it again.”

“Let me know when and I’ll take the kids out. But won’t David be worried when you take another day off?”

“Oh, not here, silly. She wants to fuck at their house.”

“Oh!”

“On their bed,” Jace said with a smile.

“OH!”

“Oh, indeed. Vera is going to set that up. And Alie?”

“Yes?”

“You’re invited.”

“OH!”

We laughed.

“What about David?”

 

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And now: My Husband’s Boss part seven!

Into the closet

“What about him?” Jace asked.

“Jace! It’s his house. They have household staff, and their kids live there. He will know we were over there!”

“I think Vera has it handled. No one will be at the house but us that evening.”

“And when is that?”

“Vera will let us know,” he replied as I scoffed. “We have to trust her Alie. What choice do we have? If we piss her off, she pulls the plug on the deal, I lose my job, and we lose our house. Where am I going to get another job like that in this recession? I tell you, 2009 is the worse year ever.”

I ignored most of his diatribe, as I already knew everything he was saying. Jace was just letting off steam.

“From the way you and Vera were carrying on, I would have thought she would want to continue this new deal.”

Jace gave me an almost chastising look at my jealous swipe. He didn’t have to say: “you should talk.” No. He didn’t have to. We both knew that I was quite taken by Vera’s husband and his sexual prowess. We were both hooked on the Elliot couple, truth be told.

“She wants to continue from what I understand,” Jace continued. “Are you surprised that she likes having sex with me?”

Was that a dig or just a defensive response? Either way, the fact that the blond goddess liked being fucked by my husband hit my jealousy, anger and inferiority buttons all in one. Did she have to look so good? And why was I drawn to my husband’s lover?

“No… why would you say that?” I replied defensively.

“Oh, come on Alie!” he cut me off. “We both know you think my boss is a better lover than I am. It’s clear by the way you are when you come home. And I have seen you two together. All of a sudden, I get some from Vera, and you get all huffy?”

“I’ve never cut you off Jace. I look forward to our sex after your boss. That’s like… business.”

“More like bullshit Alie. It was never just business. You had the hots for my boss since the day you met and danced with him.”

He was right, but I was tired of having him remind me that I liked sex with his boss. I had admitted it. And Jace was having fun with David’s wife.

“Like you didn’t want to bang Vera since YOU met her? Lord knows what you and she did in the car when you drove her home that night.”

“Nothing happened Alison.”

“How do I know that? How do I know that you and Vera haven’t been hooking up all along? That this was not your plan from the beginning?”

“That’s crazy Alie,” Jace replied, shaking his head in apparent disbelief at my assertions.

Or he was faking it and covering up. Or I was paranoid. What was happening to us? But I could not let it go.

“Am I Jace?” I asked, staring right back. “I have trusted you this far. I have been honest with you about sex with David. Yes, it is good, if you must know. Damned good! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

He stared back at me defiantly as I continued.

“But I would never trade David and all his money for all you and I have and have built. Would you?”

“What? Break up our family? For Vera? Are you crazy?”

“That’s twice you said that. Jace, I assure you I am not crazy. I’m just thinking out loud about our “crazy” situation. If you want to say crazy, what we are doing certainly qualifies. For heaven’s sake Jace! You are fucking your boss’s wife without him knowing while I’m doing the same with him, Vera’s husband. If that is not crazy, what is?”

“Alie, the first deal you and I agreed to together. While in the agreement with Vera, we had no choice. You know all that. What were we supposed to do when we approached him? Ask Vera if she approved? As for me and her plotting? Think about this.

“She confided in me about their sexual problems when she was drunk and vulnerable. And what did I do? I used that to our advantage. If she put two and two together, you and I are toast Alie. I think she was drunk and probably does not remember telling me their problems. So do you think I would let her know what you and I did? She would make sure you and I are destroyed.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds in an impasse. Then, I saw a slight smile in the corners of his mouth, which gave me hope, but I was not going to give into him referring to his boss and I. Not after I had seen him and “his Vera” together. Fuck! she WAS his lover now, just as her husband was mine. Our lover, since she and I made out as well. Oh, what had we become!

“Jace, I saw you and her together,” I replied, deliberately ignoring his correct reasoning about Vera. I had admitted enough to him and was not in the mood to say ‘you are right’ once more. “So don’t give me shit about her husband and I. We both get a charge out of sex with them. Do you deny it?”

“No, I don’t,” he replied. “But I wonder what it is like with you and him.”

“You have seen us together,” I replied half-heartedly, as we both knew it was not the same.

“I’ll save you the angst and wondering,” I replied. “It is a version of what you and Vera have. Not exactly the same because you have two different people involved. But yes, it’s hot. When you are not there, I don’t feel inhibited, and he is not the asshole he used to be.”

“I’m just curious, that’s all,” he countered.

“What?” I asked with a slightly snide smile. “You want to sneak into the closet and see us?”

“No,” he replied, looking up in frustration. “I… I have seen you two together, and that is plenty for me.”

“Then?”

“I guess I feel like you manipulated me to bring her here so you can watch. What possessed you to do this Alie?”

I knew I would have to answer for what I did, suggesting he bring Vera to our house. Jace was right. I had manipulated my husband for my own sexual gratification.

“What! You didn’t trust me with Vera? Did you think I was going to profess my love to her? Ask her to run off with me?”

“No, it was not for that,” I replied in fear of how he was reacting. It was my time to admit why I had snuck into the closet and engineered the situation. “Jace, I wanted to see you two and how you were. You know… sexually, when I was not there. Uninhibited.”

“Did you get what you wanted? Did you video us?”

“No! I didn’t take pictures or videos. But it will be burned into my memory forever.”

“OK, Alie. You have to explain this to me. Why exactly did you set this up for?”

“Jace, I… you know how I like to watch, right?”

“Alie, you are talking to a voyeur. I get the whole thing. You and I established that we both are into it. But why sneak about to watch me with Vera?”

“Because,” I hesitated to try and find the right words. “It’s a compulsion.”

“Alie, there are kinks that people feed and fit into their lives. But compulsion? That can get out of hand. Do I have to worry about you exposing yourself everywhere or trying to be the neighbourhood, Peeping Tom?”

“No Jace. No, that kind of compulsion. I guess I misspoke. It’s not something uncontrolled. But remember when we did it on top of that building where we could be seen from a distance?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that Alie. We have kids. Suppose you and I get arrested for exposure and go to jail. Who will take care of Lanie and Jude? They can take them away from us.”

“I know,” I replied. “But the arousal from it is so intense Jace. How do we do it with less risk?”

He seemed deep in thought for a few seconds, then turned back toward me.

“We need to minimize exposure when we do it. Well, this is more you really, as I am more a voyeur than an exhibitionist.”

“How?”

“We do it in situations where very few people as possible can see us. Then we watch the location and their reaction. If it looks to us that it’s not received well, we stop right away.”

“I got it, ” I added. “And we pick no places where kids can see us. I promise you. I have not done that so far.”

He looked back at me, nodding.

“It is exciting to do it in front of others,” he confessed. “Isn’t it?”

“I can’t tell you how many times I came watching you and Vera.”

“How did you manage not to be heard?” he replied, seemingly surprised. “I never heard you. You are usually loud.”

“It wasn’t easy. I bit my hand a few times and my lip during others.”

I showed him the teeth marks on the sides of my hands, to which he shook his head.

“Look,” he said, sitting next to me. “I get the kink, but we need to be in control of it, not let the kink control us.”

I nodded, knowing he was right. But I knew that I was hooked on it now. The question was controlling it, as my husband said.

“I promise, I’ll do better,” but inside, I was scared of this new urge and my ability to control it.

“You haven’t done anything like expose yourself to people on the street, have you?”

I almost didn’t tell Jace about the window at the hotel with the old man watching, but I was in a confession mood. And since Jace had been so understanding, I took the chance and came clean.

“At the hotel… David and I did it in front of a window. With me facing out and him behind me, you know?”

“I get the picture,” he replied. And the way he did, I could tell he was already interested. “Did he fuck you good?”

Poor Jace, he couldn’t help himself but ask. It had been some time since David had agreed to a threesome between us three. So mere mentions of his boss and I having sex aroused my husband quickly.

“Yes, it did. And I know you want to see us again. I’ll talk to him next time about us getting together,” I was glad Jace nodded in approval and continued. “This is kind of related. Watching, I mean.”

“The window?” he asked. “Did someone see you?”

“Yes, from the hotel across the street.”

“Wow!” Jace replied, clearly hooked by the narrative by then. “How many people?”

“Just one. An older gentleman.”

“What did he do? I mean, how did he react?” I saw concern in his reaction, but also curiosity.

The kind of “interest,” a voyeur like us had. At that instant, I was glad Jace and I were of the same ilk. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder the odds of the two of us having the same propensity and finding one another. And more so without revealing that to each other sooner. Talk about fate.

“I think he liked it,” I said, looking into my husband’s eyes for a reaction.

“What were you doing at the time?”

“David had me bent at the waist with my titties flush against the glass. He was holding my hips, and he was behind me.”

“What was he doing to you Alie?” he asked, almost gasping.

I reached down to feel his bulge, finding my husband hard as a rock. Unzipping him quickly, I pulled his pants and boxers down. You could have cut diamonds with that hard cock of his! The one that had been in Vera’s mouth and pussy less than an hour before. Realizing he hadn’t had time to shower, I fell on my knees in front of him. Oh yes, I could smell her and his juices on his cock. Without hesitation, I leaned in licked the underside of his dick as my hands held his balls and base.

“Oh God!” my husband gasped, holding my head gently.

“What was David doing to you? Tell me Alie.”

I licked the familiar taste off his cock, loving every minute of it and took him in my mouth for a few seconds before letting go of him to answer. My hands continued fondling his balls and stroking his shaft.

“I had just sucked your boss’s cock, you know to get him hard for me.”

I gave Jace a chance to acknowledge what I had said, which he did by nodding with eyes glazed.

“Then he made me stand. Ordered me to… You know how he is.”

The reference to me playing the submissive to his boss’s assertiveness was something I knew Jace liked. My husband never acknowledged his arousal by it openly. But his body always betrayed him. It was the way his cock twitched each time he heard me describe it. How his eyes glazed as if he was there seeing it transpire. Seeing another man boss his wife sexually. The way Jace never did with me. A way I would not want from a husband. We were equals and liked it that way.

“Yeah… then?”

“After I stood, all naked, he turned me around and marched me to the window. “bend over,” David had said, “tits flush on the glass and arch your ass up for me. Spread them legs.” And I did just as he said.”

“Then?”

“I was dripping wet for him by then. I wanted him to mount me to stick it in me.”

“You slut!” Jace said as I stroked his cock and bent over to sucking again.

“I’m your slut,” I corrected him between sucking, licking and stroking. “I’m your boss’s whore. I let him fuck me for money, Jace. I am his paid mistress whore. His cum dump.”

I went back to sucking his prick.

“Yes, you are… his whore.”

I stopped sucking and licked around his head in between words.

“And… your… slut…”

“What did that older man do?” he asked, still fixated on my experience.

I returned to sucking Jace’s cock once more. I felt him pulse as I held his shaft and balls with my hands.

“We made eye contact,” I continued while licking and stroking him. “The man was on the phone.”

“Oh, God!” Jace gasped as the mental image of it all got to him.

Not wanting him to cum too soon, I took my mouth off him and pinched the base of his dick hard to edge him. Jace groaned, almost yelping. But he held out.

“He put his phone down, baby,” I continued stroking him with my hands. “He took his cock out and started jacking off.”

“Lucky bastard,” Jace gasped. “And what was David doing to you?”

“He was fucking me baby. Fucking me hard with that big dick of his. Filling me deep, he did.”

Jace’s breathing became erratic as he processed what I was recanting to him.

“Then?”

“He didn’t last long. The man came on the glass window, as he and I made eye contact. Just as your boss fucked me hard on his thick cock. I was practically on my toes the way he fucked me. Fucking your woman’s cunt, baby. I was bad.”

“I wish I had been there to see that,” Jace said. “You know, from another window. To see both you and your admirer pleasuring each other: and not even touching! That must have been so hot!”

“You want to do it like we did, baby? Do you” I asked.

“How?”

“The rear sliding window. It faces the backyard, and you can put my face and titties against it and fuck me just as your boss did.”

I didn’t need to hear his answer. Knowing my husband, he would eventually ask for the hotel and room number to recreate the scene.

“Yes. Please.”

I was shocked how Jace had just fucked his lover and yet was still hot to go again with me. Tossing my clothes off to be naked for him, I headed for the back sliding glass door. Jace was not far behind. His clothes had been shed in mere seconds as he followed me and grasped my already upturned hips.

Jace’s hardness trailed the back of my legs as his outstretched fingers pulled my cheeks apart. Exposing my already wet cunt lips, his fingers, then his hard tip, touched over my opening. I was so ready for him.

My mind wandered earlier to Vera, whom my husband had taken from behind as she held the edge of the dresser. The married cheating whore had raised her parted legs on the ball of her feet to help my husband align his prick to her cunt. Not wishing to be outdone, I did the same as my husband pushed his hard cock against my labia.

“Yes, Jace, just like that… so good!”

My husband had dispensed with any preliminaries. There was no foreplay, nor was any needed. Not after all the verbal and mental sort, we had been indulging. And not after the fucking he had given his mistress Vera. Gone were his self-doubts from seeing me fucked and reacting to a man with a bigger cock.

“Do you think the neighbours can see us?” he asked as he fucked me.

‘I hope so,’ I thought.

I looked across our backyard over the fences. The two houses to each side of ours had no clear view of our sliding door, but the two houses in the back did. One was unoccupied, but the other was the Sehgal family who lived there. I had talked to the husband, Dev when he did their gardening Saturdays. He was a handsome man with Aryan Hindu features and well kept in his mid-forties. He was darker-skinned than us but light-skinned compared to others of Indian descent. Ten years younger than him, his wife, Amita, worked from home while their kids attended elementary school nearby. I wondered behind which window Amita had her home office in. And what would she think if she saw us?

“Maybe Amita can,” I teased my husband. “She has big tits.” ‘Bigger than Vera’s.’ I thought, but didn’t say out loud. Certainly bigger than mine. I was becoming more self-conscious of my smaller breasts by the day.

“You want her to see us, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I confessed. “I want her to see. I want her to get turned on enough to play with herself. I want to see her play with her big nipples and rub that fat clit of hers.”

“She does have a fat pussy,” Jace opined.

“You noticed?” I asked.

“If Deve can stare at you, I can stare at his woman.”

“Sounds fair,” I replied.

I had seen Amita once in a one-piece bathing suit. It had barely contained her large breasts and fat pussy lips. In that instant, I had wondered what it would be like to place my mouth on our neighbour’s cunt and taste her juices. Maybe as her husband, Dev watched playing with himself. As his wife sucked Jace’s cock.

That wild image alone brought me close to cumming. But the rush of being exposed after all the erotic play had me on edge. Reaching under my belly with one hand, I rubbed my clit furiously as my husband fucked me faster and harder. Was someone by the Sehgal house upstairs window?

My entire body tingled at the thought of Amita Sehgal looking out and seeing Jace pounding me into the floor to ceiling glass, tits on full display and my hand diddling my clit furiously as I felt rapture approach.

“Fuck!” I uttered as my body was wracked with spasms of sweet torture of “la petite mort,” the “little death” as the French called an orgasm. And for a few seconds, my essence seemed in an out of body experience.

“Someone is looking from the Sehgal house,” Jace said but kept fucking me.

“It’s Amita,” I managed to respond as his fucking prolonged my orgasm. “She is the only one home this time of day.”

“She is still looking!”

“Wouldn’t you want to fuck her Jace? In front of her husband?”

And that was all it took for my poor husband to lose it and grunt, holding my hips in place.

“I’m cumming,” he managed to say as his cock unloaded what little cum he had in his balls after Vera had drained him.

He held me tight, and I revelled in that. My man still wanted me. After all that he and I had done in less than a year, our bond was still strong. I still felt him being my center; he was the yin to my yang. My true other half. Who would put up with me but my Jace? The thought of losing him terrified me.

“Jace, you can fuck Vera, Amita and Karen if you want. So long as you and I stay together,” I heard myself trying to suppress a sob of fear and insecurity. “Please.”

“Karen?” he asked as he turned me around and looked into my eyes. “What brought this on?”

Wanting to unburden myself, I started to tell him everything about Karen’s sexual request. But he stopped me.

“Wave to Amita,” he said, turning me to stand next to him naked for our neighbour to see. When we waved while holding hands naked, the curtain in the Shegal home dropped. Then opened again, as a hand waved back before the drape fell again.

We moved back inside the kitchen to get drinks, and Jace turned to me with a quizzical look.

“Now, what about Karen?”

***

Suspicions

“I can take the kids out, and Karen can come over Saturday morning,” I suggested after telling all about our babysitter’s request.

Jace just closed his eyes and tried to wipe the smirk from his face. I had explained Karen’s request to him as he had listened, often smiling and shaking his head.

“I’m glad you thought of me and not our boss,” he replied.

“David was never an option Jace. He doesn’t know about you and Vera, and I couldn’t take the chance of Karen blabbing to him about you and his wife.”

“That makes sense,” he replied. “But you are OK with this? I mean, one more woman?”

“She already knows about us Jace. I could not deny it. But I have stalled her, but we need her to watch the kids and want her….”

“Relaxed?” he cut in.

“Taken care of,” I replied. “I’ll want to see you two together at some point, though.”

“Of course,” Jace replied. “I’ll make sure to put on a good show.”

“You do that,” I continued. “Then after, please remind Karen that if she wants more, she should keep her mouth shut.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll do my part and think of England.”

“What?”

“Just a line from a movie I saw when I was young. Waterloo.”

“As in Napoleon and stuff?”

“Yeah, it was about… never mind.”

“Any women in it?” I asked.

Look, I know you boys like your war movies. But if they have a woman or two in the cast, we will watch it with you.

“Early on, there is a ball with Scottish men dancing over swords.” Jace described the film to me. “The young daughter tells the mother, Wellington’s wife, something like, “Oh mother, you picked some big ones.” My mom and dad laughed over that line, and I had to wait until I was older to understand the meaning.”

“Now I have to see it,” I said, clearly intrigued and smirking. “Is there dancing, romance?”

“Just in the beginning. After the battle starts, it’s just a lot of noise, and war is hell stuff.”

“Well, I’ll see the beginning of it with you.”

“I’ll get a copy,” my husband replied. “You’re just pulling my chain. You won’t watch it?”

“The line “mother, you picked some big ones,” alone makes me want to. Plus, I like the fashions they wore then.”

“The men wore tight white pants showing their balls. You’ll like that.”

As we laughed, I realized how much I liked and not just loved my husband. Jace was and still is my best friend.

“What about David?” he said, stopping our laughter.

“Is he in the movie?” I gave him a coy smile.

Inwardly I wondered what David’s and Jace’s bulges would look like in period clothes.

“You see him tomorrow, don’t you?”

We both knew it was David-day for me and a watching-the-kids day for my husband. Then Vera day for him as I watched the kids.

“Has Vera said anything more about going to her place?” I asked.

Vera. My rival, yet sex partner on Sundays. I was so conflicted about this woman. On the one hand, her beauty enthralled me, while on the other, she was an intimidating source of inadequacy and jealousy for me.

“No. Vera said that she and David have been talking more,” he replied, looking away for a second before returning his gaze to me. “I think they are even having sex again.”

“They are?” I found myself responding with surprise & a bit of something else.

“Are you jealous Alie?”

Hell yes, I was! My lover had gone back to fucking his wife, and I had to find out from my husband?

“I could say the same to you, Jace. You are jealous of David.”

I felt so stupid pressuring Jace. It was just my way of compensating for the fact that I was exactly what he said. Jealous of my lover’s wife.

“Touché,” he replied, “you and I have become attached to them, haven’t we?”

It was hard for us to accept it, but we had become connected to the Elliot couple. Jace with Vera, as much as I with David. There was no denying it to each other anymore.

“At least we admit it to ourselves,” I said, looking away, not wanting my husband to see my reaction in my face.

The realization that we could lose what we had with our lovers was bittersweet. Fuck Vera! I was more worried about losing my fuck time with her husband. I had no interest in love from him. I just wanted the dick. HIS dick!

“And to each other,” Jace added.

I nodded silently. That was true. And it was a testament to the closeness and strength of our marriage. Throughout all these months, we had not stopped sharing how we felt and what was going on in our sex lives. There was often a delay in sharing as we both processed the new emotions internally first, but we always shared the facts in the end. And as I processed it all, it was becoming apparent to me how lucky I was. How lucky we both were to have each other.

“Jace, no matter what we have done and are doing, I have not stopped loving you. You do believe me, right?”

He nodded as he leaned in to kiss me and take me in his arms.

“I would not have come to you with the idea of a proposal to David if I didn’t think you and I were tight and could weather the storm together. And look how much you and I have changed. How we have learned what we like and what we are. Do you think another couple would still be together after all we have been through?”

“No, babe, and it’s not over yet. We still don’t know what your girlfriend will do.”

“That’s funny you calling her that,” he giggled. “What with you fucking her husband for over six months now. But get this… Vera gets off on it sometimes.”

“On me with her husband? Are you serious?”

That was interesting. I supposed it was a possibility.

“You and Vera need to share some notes,” he smirked.

We both laughed at that. Then we got quiet as we both realized the dark cloud hanging over us. Sooner or later, Vera might decide revenge on David was more important to her than getting fucked regularly by my husband.

“Jace, you need to up your game with Vera. Maybe we both need to.”

“How so? I mean, we had her over here to give her that boost.”

“Tell her about me watching from the closet. Tell her how you two can do it again and this time know I am there. Say to her how you will trick me.”

“How am I going to pull that off?”

“I don’t know. Just tell Vera you found out I had taken the kids to the sitter and found my keys and purse in the house after she left. That you put two and two together and found me hiding in the closet playing with myself. Tell her that you think it’s kinky to put on a show. To get off on making me see it. Stuff like that.”

“I know what YOU will get out of this Alie. You get off on watching. What does she get out of it?”

“Revenge Jace. She gets revenge for me fucking her man. She will pull the stops out on you and fuck your brains out just to show me what she can do for you. To make me suffer for what I’ve been doing to her.”

Jace seemed to be thinking about it as he stood and paced the room for a few seconds.

“Alie, let’s say we do this, and she does this a couple of times. What if she gets off on it and then wants to just get even with her husband? I’m now worried about the event she wants at her place. What if…”

“Jace, stop. We can torture ourselves wandering when she will pull the plug on this deal, but we can’t do this, baby. We’ll drive ourselves crazy.”

“So I get her here and let her humiliate you?”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it. After all, you let David do that to you. I owe you for that. And I’ve had threesomes with you two. For heaven’s sake, she made me suck your cum out of her pussy. It can’t get more humiliating than that.”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

But I could tell my husband was interested in making this happen. To give me a bit of payback for my enjoying fucking his boss. More like his boss’s big dick fucking me.

***

The next three Sundays, we had no threesomes with Vera. Instead, I made myself scarce taking the kids to Karen’s. Then I would double back to hide in the closet before my husband while his paramour would come over to fuck in front of “hiding-me.”

I had managed to stall Karen. For now. But I could tell she needed some man between her legs. A woman knows. It’s a slut thing. Once you go down that road, you can spot others like yourself. I had accepted my lot. Karen was but a beginner that needed guidance. But I liked how she took care of the kids.

Just as I had predicted, Vera took great delight in showing off how she could make my husband feel like a king. She delighted in making comments to disparage me.

“Does your wife do this for you?” she would say as she deepthroated Jace from an angle, making sure I could see. “I do this better than her? Don’t I?”

Or she would ride him reverse cowgirl so I could see his dick as she rode it.

“Oh, Jace! You go in so deep,” she would taunt me. “I do this better than your whore wife, don’t I?”

She would let him fuck her in all kinds of positions, with Jace always making sure I could see the spot of their joining.

“I need you to fuck my ass, baby. Do me better than you do to your slut wife. The bitch is off fucking my husband’s big dick like a whore. But I’m always here for you.”

Now THAT got a better response from my husband than other things she said. After all, while my Jace was jealous of David’s bedroom prowess, he got off seeing me with and knowing I enjoyed his boss’s oversized cock. The fuckings he gave Vera after that can only be described as epic.

If she only knew how her comments and all the sexual antics she and my husband showed off turned me on. I had orgasm after orgasm watching them and masturbating with a ballgag in my mouth to stay silent. But the sensation of it all was unbelievably erotic.

And it was in one of those sessions that she did what I had not expected. While they were recovering for another round, she started to say something that shocked me to the core.

“Jace, you know David and I have been intimate again, right?”

Intimate, shmintimate, whatever! So long as she didn’t do for him what I did. I would still have David’s cock.

“Eh, yeah,” my husband replied.

From the way his cock started to harden and by how she began toying with it, I thought this might be part of their play. By then, Vera knew that my husband got off on the knowledge I was fucking his boss.

“I told you I still love him,” Vera said of her husband.

“Yes… ahhh… you’ve told me that part,” my husband said, more interested in what Vera was doing to his cock instead of her story.

“David has been nicer to me lately. We went to dinner the other night. And even though I knew he had just fucked your whore wife, I wanted him. Do you think that is strange of me?”

‘Strange! Ha! That’s a laugh,’ I thought, forcing myself not to burst out laughing. Imagine that! Calling our entire situation strange was an understatement. Two wives were fucking each other’s husbands regularly, with the two wives occasionally doing a bit of lez action? Toss in the deal of Jace receiving a promotion in exchange for me becoming his boss’s and Vera’s husband’s whore? Oh yeah, that would qualify as strange if anything did.

“No… ahhh… no, it’s not babe,” Jace sighed as she alternated licking his shaft and head.

Later I did laugh my ass off at the image of me in that instant losing it and laughing my ass off in the closet. Now that would have been a moment to remember. But I wanted to hear the details of Vera and my lover. While they were married, it made me jealous that she was trying to reclaim him. Not emotionally, I was strangely OK with that. It was the physical and sexual aspect that got to me.

She and my husband’s boss could lovey-dovey all they wanted. But I was his main sex partner, wasn’t I? I was the one rocking his world. Taking all his huge cock in my throat and ass. And unlike this barbie bitch, I could take all of her man’s cock inside me. I could give him the satisfaction she couldn’t. ‘Oh yeah bitch, humiliate me all you want. But your hubby will keep coming back to me and my accommodating pussy. Not yours!’

“I flirted with my husband shamelessly,” she continued. “And… I think I was a bit naughty in the car.”

“What did you do?” my husband asked, now fully erect and thrusting up at Vera’s mouth.

“I… gave… him… road-head,” she said in between licks and sucks. “He almost crashed as I took his big dick out and sucked it. I wish you had been there to see it Jace.”

“Yeah… me too!” Jace croaked, trying not to cum at the image of his lover and her husband.

“When we got home, I was all over him. And he responded Jace. He wanted me. The bastard wanted me after he had just fucked that slut of a wife of yours.”

“Oh yeah, reclaim sex. It’s the best… oh God, Vera, you’ll make me cum.”

“Not yet, big boy,” she said, edging him by pinching his cock.

I had taught her that trick. Now I wondered if the blond bitch had used it on my lover. Fuck… I was rubbing my clit furiously just at the thought of that. Desperately, I edged myself as well, wanting to prolong the sweet agony.

“What happened next?”

“I sucked him proper in the living room, not caring if any of our staff saw him cum in my mouth or me letting it drip on my tits.

“Oh Fuck!” Jace gasped. “You’ll make me cum.”

“OK, baby,” she cooed and dove on his cock. “I wish your whore wife was here to see me suck you off.”

Vera said no more after that. Her attention remained focused on sucking my husband’s dick expertly. I have to say. I could not have done better. In a way that surprised me, the jealousy and inadequacy I had felt before when seeing Vera with Jace seemed to have faded. She made him feel good, no, great even. And why not? My husband deserved to have his own slut to stick his cock in and worship him. After all, wasn’t I on the receiving end of similar pleasures from Vera’s husband?

When Jace came, she swallowed every drop making a show of smacking her lips and licking my husband’s prick clean of cum. I planned on doing the same to her husband the next time I saw him. Let her think she got over on me, if she wanted.

“And Jace, after that,” she continued. “David took me to the dining room and sat me on the table before eating my pussy until I came.”

“Sounds like you had fun,” Jace replied as he moved his head between her legs.

“Oh yeah, just like old times. After that, we went to the bedroom where we…you know….”

“What did you do?” Jace looked up from licking Vera’s clit.

I had been where my husband was, between Vera’s wide-spread long legs. Even her pussy was pretty. I wondered if she had surgery there to make her labia as symmetrical as her perfect face and tits. But I knew better. This woman, just as her husband, had been winners of the genetic looks lottery. Both were as pretty and handsome as could be. Yet!

“It’s not what I did. It’s what my husband, my David, did to me,” she said in a taunting tone. Oh yeah, that sarcastic tone was for me.

“What did he do?” Jace asked.

Vera went quiet again as my husband pleasured her with his mouth. I know how good he can be with that tongue on my clit, so I was a bit envious. But surprisingly, no longer jealous. Instead, I watched as Vera’s hands gently stroked my husband’s hair and used my fingers in my pussy and clit to cum as close to her as possible.

After she came, Jace and Vera lay together for a while quietly. Vera seemed deep in thought. That was not her usual way when with my husband. Usually, she was boisterous and vocal. Just then, she appeared morose and reflective. Melancholy even.

“David…my husband. We…eh… We were not good with each other,” she said, trailing off as if at a loss for words. “I… I cut him off a year ago.”

‘What! What did she just say?’ I thought, stunned at what I had just heard. Did she forget I was there?

“You cut him off?” Jace repeated her phrase. “You mean, no sex?”

Vera’s lips trembled as her face contorted in sadness before a tear ran down her gorgeous cheek.

“When we did it,” she sobbed quietly. “When he was inside me, David would go too far hitting my insides. He would feel so good going in and until he reached the bottom. Then he would force himself inside me. Over and over…”

Jace just listened, and I strained to make sure I heard each word.

“Alison… please come out,” Vera called. “I know you are in there.”

Fuck! ‘So much for the charade,’ I thought and stood up, sliding the closet door open.

“Hi Vera,” I replied as I walked into the bedroom.

What a strange scene that was! The two of them, naked on the bed, while I had been hiding in the closet. Clad in bra and panties, both pulled aside or down for my hands to have access, I seemed overdressed. As I approached the bed, Jace watched Vera and I in turn for our reactions.

“I cut him off,” Vera continued, looking directly at me, “because it had ceased being an act of love or pure sex. Our coupling had turned into a show of anger, maybe disappointment on his part. Endurance and habit on mine.”

She didn’t have to explain herself to us. But it seemed as if she had an innate need to unburden herself.

“I could tell what he was saying to me when he prodded me…hurting me. “why can’t you take my cock in you? Why can other women but you can’t? ” Vera was crying, but she continued as if unburdening, or more like…explaining was vital to her existence. “I felt like such a failure.”

Jace held her for comfort, looking up at me with an expecting gaze. Almost as if imploring me to do or say something to soothe Vera’s pain. But I knew, as a woman who loves her man, the inadequacy and feeling of failure of not meeting his needs. Having seen how Vera and Jace behaved together, I had often felt as if I was not giving him what she could.

“Vera, it’s not your fault,” I finally spoke.

“Oh, I get it all Alie,” she replied with a kind look reaching her hand out for mine. “I know the science of it all; the biology. He is big and I…I have problems taking all of him in me without feeling pain. And yes, I know how a woman in the 21st century should not value herself by her ability to please a man. But I don’t care what people think.”

She paused as she held my hand, another tear dropping from that high cheek to her top, upturned lip.

“I’m a woman with feelings, needs, emotions and failings just as you are, my sister. I cut him off to spare us both the feelings of failure. His failure as a husband to be understanding. And my inability to give full pleasure to the man I love.”

I knew what she meant. Vera was past notions of feminism that a woman should not be judged by how she pleased a man. She was too educated and accomplished for anyone to question her credentials of feminine achievement. No. This was beyond that. Deeper. It was personal.

“Still, Vera,” I replied. “But cutting him off? That’s extreme.”

“I know that now,” she replied. “But I let my ego control me. I am THE Vera Elliot. Failure to give the man she loves what he needs is what OTHER women do. Not perfect Vera. Not me, right?”

She scoffed at her own comment, then turned to look at Jace then back at me. Another tear was running down her face.

“I used to hate you two.”

Jace feigned shock before he chuckled while I stayed silent, wondering what Vera was leading to. He got quiet when he realized she was serious.

“You two have it together, don’t you?” Vera continued sitting up and crossing her legs. “Life gives you lemons…you make lemonade. The economy goes to shit, Alie loses her job, you two come up with a deal for her to fuck my husband for a promotion.”

Neither Jace nor I were smiling anymore. The tone of Vera’s voice could have either been ominous for us or self-deprecating. I think we both held our breath.

“When I came to you the first time, I so wanted to…” she pursed her lips in apparent frustration. “I wanted…some retribution. To get even. Break your dishes or something.”

We smiled back nervously as she looked at both of us in turn.

“But you two,” she sighed before she bit her lower lip. “You are everything that David and I are not. We don’t communicate, work together or endure as you two have.”

She leaned forward with a finger pointing as she looked at the ceiling. The woman was undoubtedly unburdening herself to us. But I was still apprehensive of where this was all leading to.

“We were not always this way,” Vera continued. “Not when we started anyway. We had so much going for us. The perfect couple. The power duo. We heard it all back then. So much was expected of us and still is.

“We threw ourselves into work. I may have put in more money at first, but it was David who worked his ass off to make the company successful. I am often in awe at his business sense and drive.”

“I’ll testify to that,” Jace added.

“The company is what he made it. And our problems are what he and I made. And our egos are what brought us where we are.”

She wiped the tears from her face and tried to smile again, but all she could do was shake her head and sob. Jace watched her cautiously, just as I was. This may be the moment of no return.

“The other night, after David made me cum with his mouth, he and I tried to make love. It was awkward for us both after all this time. He was overly gentle,” Vera snorted. “I said to him that I wouldn’t break. And he felt so good inside me. But I could tell from the look on his face that he was holding back. In not hurting me, he was not enjoying himself. I could tell.”

Then Vera looked at me defiantly.

“You give him what I can’t, don’t you? She asked. But strangely, it was not an accusation but a statement of fact.

“I try Vera,” I replied. “It’s part of the deal.”

“Deal my ass!” Vera scoffed. “You and my husband have chemistry. I can tell. Sorry Jace, but by now, you must know.”

Jace said nothing, but I could tell he didn’t like her reminding him.

“I don’t love your husband,” I protested.

“I didn’t say you did,” Vera said. “It’s more than that with you two.”

My husband did his best to keep his cool. But no man is made of steel. And no man wants to admit that his wife and another man make “better music” together. The muscle on Jace’s jaw trembled before he pursed his lips.

“What is your point Vera,” he replied to her with a hardness I had not expected.

Well, well! My Jace was not intimidated by her anymore. Interesting what letting a man in your pussy does to his ego and self-confidence. Score one for Jace.

“Our Alie has the unique ability to make my hubby sexually happy,” she said to my husband, ignoring me. “She satisfies him in ways I can not. And David does things for her, the way only you do for me. Yet…”

Irritated that she was dragging this out, I exhaled loudly in frustration. But I held my tongue; even when she stared at me with an accusative look.

“Yet, neither of you can tell me that it doesn’t hurt. To know that a different person can satisfy your loved one in a way you can’t. It has to hurt, because it hurts me. Don’t you two feel it?”

“I do,” I replied before Jace could. “And I know it must bother… No. I know it gets to Jace. It has to.”

I felt tears run down my face. How my husband managed to keep it together, I didn’t know.

“It does,” Jace replied. “But…”

Vera and I stared at him, expectantly willing him to finish his thought. I reached for him, but he raised his hand to stop me.

“Even though I like watching Alie with David,” he said. “There are times I wished that I could be that for her. The fact is that I don’t.”

“You do in other ways,” I said as I reached for him, holding his hand with both of mine. “David just fucks me. You give me more… much more. And you are better at anal than he is.”

“You do Anal with him!” Vera raised a hand to her mouth, almost in horror. “How?”

“We don’t do it every time,” I replied. “But with lubrication and preparation, we do. You and Jace do it. So what’s the problem?”

“Alie, he is huge down there. I swear I tried. It fucken hurt. I think I was bleeding! How can you do all this and not be hurt? You’re just a little thing.”

“Vera, you said it earlier. It’s nature. Biology or science. Why is David how he is? Why is our neighbour across the street shorter than our husbands? Why are some people genetically predisposed to be heavier or thinner? It just is what it is.”

She closed her eyes, trying to collect her thoughts, while Jace and I looked at each other, trying to give each other courage. What else could we do?”

“Look, Vera,” he continued. “I know you are angry at Alie and I. The offer we made to your husband was disrespectful to you, no matter how much we needed it. I won’t try to justify it to you. But I understand how you must feel toward us.”

Vera’s response was surprising. She merely smiled and patted his knee while reaching out to hold my hand. Confused at her reaction, I let her touch me, wondering what she was thinking, what she would do.

“I know why you two made the offer Jace. That is not the point. The point is that I’ve come to realize something I didn’t before,” she continued with a slight pause to gather her thoughts. “I cut David off last year because he was grudge-fucking me. I could tell he was angry at me for not satisfying him. And if you can call what we were doing making love, it would be so far from the mark.

“People don’t understand how crucial making love is for a couple, especially a husband and wife. You two haven’t stopped having sex, have you?”

Jace and I both shook our heads and smiled at each other. If anything, our sex life was much better than before.

“Of course you didn’t,” Vera rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You two…”

“Vera, I’m a bit confused,” I cut in. “You seem to both like and dislike us. I get the jealousy part. I feel it every time you are with Jace. Every time you and he have these, chummy moments.”

“What!” she chuckled as if to dismiss my observation, yet failing.

“Oh, the way you and Jace kiss when you are not fucking. I get kissing during sex. It’s part of it. It’s other little things, like how you touch him in between sex. The little caresses and taps in his chest or knee.”

“I’m just. I mean, we’re being friendly,” Vera replied, averting my eyes at first, then up again to gauge my reaction. The fucken cunt!

Vera pulled her hand away from Jace’s folded leg with a slightly guilty look. Unlike her, Jace did not cringe with remorse. Nor did he look at me with contrition.

“You say you love your husband Vera, but I’m thinking you are confusing good sex with my husband for something more. I’ll say this again to you. I, do not love your husband. He is sexy and a good fuck, but I don’t want him for my own.”

Vera looked at me intently, trying to decide if she believed me or not.

“But since you are both here, I want to know. Is there something more to you two than just sex?” I stared at my husband. “I need to know. I have a right to know.”

“No, hun,” Jace replied with a loving smile I knew all too well. “Vera is a good sex partner, but my heart belongs to you. And Vera knows this. Right?

“Yeah,” she said, nodding in agreement. “But I do like your husband. I can’t deny that.”

“Be quiet Vera. You’re not helping,” he dismissed her. “Please.”

Dismissed her! he had admonished her in front of her, and she had let him. The please part was tossed in as an afterthought.

“I’m sorry!” she mouthed to me as Jace pursed his lips at her.

“Alie. Vera and I are just friends. I don’t know how you and David are alone. But if you and I didn’t love each other, do you think we would have gotten this far and still be together?”

“No,” I replied to my husband but didn’t fail to notice a look of sadness on Vera’s face. “You are right Jace. Even this sneaking around I did was only sexual, and I came clean right after.”

Then I turned to her.

“Vera, I can’t help enjoying my time with your husband. I don’t know why my body can accommodate David’s length. But it is how it is. What do you want me to say? That I don’t like it? You want me to lie about it?”

“No,” Vera said matter of factly. “I initiated sex with David in hopes of maybe changing things in that area. And while it felt good to be intimate with my husband, he was holding back. Something I doubt he does with you.

“I love him for being gentle and accommodating. He does feel good inside me when he doesn’t force-fuck me and hurt my insides. I knew at that instant that I could never give him what you do. I could love him but never give him what you do.”

It was my turn to scoff.

“Oh please, Vera, you give my husband something I can’t and may never do again.”

Jace had a contrite look after my comment but said nothing. No matter what he said, we both knew it would have been but an attempt to placate and patronize me. It was the reason why I did not deny that I enjoyed sex with David. I didn’t have to say that vaginal sex was better with David than with my husband because we both knew it was. Still, the tension of our situation was always there for us both.

“I give your husband sex,” Vera replied. “And don’t get me wrong, it’s better for me than with anyone, my husband included.”

“SEE!” I raised my voice in frustration, pointing my finger at her. “That! You give him that. I can see it in your face Jace. I can see it after every time you are with Vera. You have this cat-who-ate-the-canary look. Vera, you make my husband feel like he is a stud. I don’t. I haven’t for a while.”

He snickered at that and raised his eyebrow.

“Like you don’t after you and my boss had a session? Please Alie. Let’s not go there.”

“I’ll give you that, Jace. I have never denied it. But we are talking about Vera here. And she gives you something I have not and did not before. And it hurts to know that I failed to make you feel on top of the world after sex with me.”

Vera was quiet, but you would have thought she was at a tennis match the way her head and attention went from Jace to I and back as we talked.

“Who said I don’t?” my husband stiffened.

“You don’t show it,” I replied, then raised my hand when he opened his mouth to argue his point. “And, I don’t think I have been either.”

“Hun, look at our life these days.” He said in a calm tone. “I have work while you have two small kids to deal with. And on top of that, we have….”

“You have the Elliots to service,” Vera replied. “It’s a wonder you two have any time with each other.”

Jace smiled at that.

“I don’t think you are twisting our arms Vera,” I replied. Jace was smart enough to stay quiet.

“I’ve made a decision,” she said. “No matter what, David and I will honour the deal. I’ll make sure of it, and you won’t lose your job Jace. You’ve earned it from what I hear from my people at the company.”

We both looked at her, realizing that this woman was more competent than we gave her credit.

“You don’t think I would let David run the company without oversite, do you?”

“I guess not?” Jace retorted. It sounded like a question, but it wasn’t.

“Look kids,” she said, using a term for us that her husband had used. “Hear me out.”

Somehow, I saw what she said in her last phrase as hope for them. Finishing each other’s sentences or using similar verbiage was the sign of a close couple. Or at least one that had hope.

“No matter what trouble David and I have between us,” she continued. “He is a good father and a phenomenal CEO. He took what little money we had and turned it into a company worth millions.

“No matter what happens between all of us, he is staying where he is in his position. And so are you Jace.”

There was a moment of quiet then as we were all in our own thoughts.

“So,” Vera continued. “You guys want to make out?”

***

David

The sex with David the next time we met was good but not great as it had been in the past. He seemed distracted somehow, and I had a feeling I knew why.

Vera.

I sucked his cock at first, thinking he would let me bring him off. But before I could deep throat him, he pulled away and had me kneel on the bed. I was already wet and ready for him, so I didn’t mind him getting right to it.

In fact, there had been times we had dispensed with foreplay and had frantic sex right away after some groping and stripping. A few times, we never undressed fully, but just enough to fuck like wild animals. Then after we both came, we settled back and would start a prolonged session of fun and games. Occasionally, we had little time to have “extended” fun, and a quickie had been enough to sate us until next time. But this time, it seemed different.

David had followed the usual procedure in our dogie repertoire. Having me kneel on the corner of the bed, so both my knees were on the mattress, he straddled the corner between my legs. For my part, I arched my ass up to present him my wet pussy waiting for his thickness to spear me. And it did it ever!

One second I felt his tip rubbing up and down on my labia, and the next, I felt his head split me open to enter. My entrance resisted him just enough for me to feel the pleasure of cock invasion. But then his thick shaft thrust steadily in me, separating my wet folds until he hit bottom and pushed a bit more into my depths. I had hoped we would fuck by the window or open the blinds at least, but David was not in that mood.

“You like it when I fuck you deep, don’t you?” he asked as he smashed into me.

His cock pushing inside me until his thighs slammed on my ass. The angle of his entry made the sensation of him driving the last two inches in me feel sensational.

“Yes, I do,” I replied between gasps from his deep thrusts.

Yet, there was something about his tone. David was not just his assertive, dominant self. Was he really asking if I liked it? He already knew. Not just from my previous reaction, but from me having told him many times. After Vera came into the picture, I dropped all pretenses of holding back from him about our sex. I wanted it to be good, and I wanted him to know it was as well.

David and I had talked about everything regarding our sexual relationship. Our relationship was mainly about sex as it had begun on that note and continued. Oh, we occasionally chit-chatted about other stuff, but nothing of much importance. David had sometimes told me how well Jace had adjusted to his position or given me a report, but that was the extent of it.

Most times, we got together and fucked. And the sex we had was our main topic of conversation. The positions we liked. How we wanted to be positioned. What felt better. What to try next time. What to do again. Rarely what we did not like, as we liked just about everything.

So he knew. Yet, he was what? Did he need reassurance? Affirmation? After everything, we had done together? Why? But just then did not seem to be the time for me to ask. I had not wanted to ruin the moment.

The way he fucked me frantically suited my mood. Ever since Vera had come into our lives, I wondered when, and not if, Vera would pull the plug on the deal and force David to stop our affair. She had the power to do so. As the majority owner in their business, mother of his children and his wife. In a divorce, she would get most of everything. All she had to do was force the issue.

In the almost two months after Vera’s first visit to our home, I had come to David not knowing when it would end. Now, I had a feeling my time with him was coming to a close. Just the thought of it began to hurt. Had I become emotionally attached to him and not know it?

The answer each time I thought it through was no. What I was going to miss when it was over was the pure unadulterated sex my husband’s boss and I had. The feel of his cock deep inside my pussy. How it filled me and aroused me as his shaft pistoned inside me like a well-tuned engine in a high-performance car.

It was a good thing I was facing away from him, because I didn’t want him to see me cry and stop. Lowering my face to the bedspread, I used it to dry my eyes and muffle my sobs which he mistook for cries of pleasure. Not that they were not. I had never felt sad and yet so aroused as in that instant.

“Fuck me hard David,” I said, raising my hands together behind my back in supplication.

He grasped them in acknowledgement of dominance and drove hard in me as if life depended on it. We had dabbled in Domination/submission (D/s), but it was more a game for us than the true nature of our relationship. You can’t dominate the willing. And I was more than willing these days. Even more so that day.

I gave myself to him and the sensations of his cock. That was all that mattered, his cock in my pussy. His ability to make me cum with it almost at will. It was as if his

dick and my cunt had been made with each other in mind. Oh, fuck! Why had I not thought of this before? Vera and my husband. Was that the same for them?

“Take my cock… take it… I’m gonna cum in you!”

David thrust in me as hard as he ever did. He held my petite frame with his large, strong hands as he used me. I was like a rag doll, a sex toy. Nothing but a human fuck vessel for his huge prick surrounded by my wetness enveloping him.

It appeared as if my legs and knees were no longer supporting me; my body, seemingly floating above the mattress as his cock battered me to submission and yet another orgasm. And all through it all, I cried, knowing that all this, all this pleasure I had been privileged to enjoy these last few months would soon end.

David had become more than just another man to have sex with. More than my husband’s boss. David had become my mentor into another world I had not known existed. David had taken me to a world of sexual exploration, gratification and discovery. Before him, I thought myself a good lover. After him, I knew that I had been but a deluded novice for him to train.

How does a person say thank you to such a person in their life? Not just a lover, but a teacher. A guru. My bridge to this new world.

He grunted as loudly as an animal claiming territory as he marked me. His hot juice was squirting deep inside my loins and filling every crevice of me. Emotionally and physically spent, I fell on the bed senseless when he let go of me. His cum dripped out of me like a faucet.

I felt terrible that he did not know what was going on. That his wife knew of our affair. That Jace and I knew and not told him. That my husband was giving his wife the pleasure, David was not. It was not fair to him.

But I had obligations to my family and children. It was why my husband and I had made the proposal to David, offering me in return for Jace receiving a financially rewarding promotion. After all, our proposal to my husband’s boss had saved us from homelessness and total ruin. But if Vera went the entire destruction and retribution road, was it fair to her husband?