My Husband’s Boss

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AND: There will be a chapter 09 as soon as I finish it. I may write more chapters down the road, but I have other stories to do as well, so chapters after 09 may take some time. Or not, depending on how things go.

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Hush, you’re in my world now.

(What my friend Jae says. And we do what she says.)

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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 07

 

After she had driven off, I closed the garage and went upstairs, checking the kids one more time. Jace was resting in bed waiting for me. He seemed worried. But then who wouldn’t be.

“What do you think she will do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, my love, but we held our end of the bargain. Now it’s up to her.”

“Up to them,” my husband corrected me. “You heard her. She still loves him.”

“And he loves her,” I added.

“Come here, baby,” my husband held his arms out to me.

“Take me Jace,” I said, laying on my back and pulling him to me.

We kissed passionately, reconnecting as he fell between my legs. His hard cock needed no guidance or stimulation. After years of making love or fucking, he found home in one swift thrust.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” I gasped, holding on to my man for dear life.

 

***

And now: My Husband’s Boss part eight!

What now… and what about Karen?

A sense of gloom descended over me that night. Even though Jace and I had reconnected and made love, Vera’s comments worried me. She had promised to protect my husband’s job. But how would her husband take it when he found out? If she kept David as boss as she said, how would her husband react to knowing my husband Jace had been fucking his wife? Frustrated at Vera’s control over him, David could take it out on my husband at work.

Exhausted after fucking two women in one day, my husband had been sleeping on our bed, dead to the world. He had this content look on his face. After all, he had been through with me and his boss, I thought Jace deserved to feel good about himself. And screwing two women frequently seemed the be boosting his ego just fine. Leaning in, I had kissed him gently on the cheek.

As he murmured, “love you,” and went back to sleep, I wondered where life was about to take us. It was all up to Vera, wasn’t it? Vera and her husband David, my lover — my husband’s boss. I wondered what Vera would do with that aspect of our lives. If she confronted David, would she force him to stop seeing me? I can’t deny it, but the thought gave me a knot in the pit of my stomach.

Then I reminded myself why my husband and I had made “the proposal” to him in the first place. I sat up slowly and put on my robe. After checking on the girls, I went to sit on the couch with a glass of wine to think. Thoughts of what had happened where I sat brought a smile to my face.

I was reminded of my husband and Karen on their first time together. Well, Jace, Karen and I. You didn’t think I would let them do it without me being there, did you?

***

When my husband finally got around to taking Karen, I wished I had been in the closet, so watch. Something about watching unsuspecting people in the act of debauchery was becoming something I craved. And I had learned that I desired many things of late. I was a voyeur, an exhibitionist, a part-time submissive, bisexual and most surprising of all was how I found the notion of my husband with other women very arousing.

It helped that my husband and I were similar in that regard. He, too, got off on watching me have sex with his boss David. The two of them had shared me multiple times, just as I had shared my husband with David’s wife, Vera. Yet cuckoldry, the kink of watching our spouse with someone else, was but a part of our sex life. Our days of vanilla monogamy were now but a memory, fading with each day.

People are different. I understand that many are quite content to live basic, conventional, vanilla lives and marriages. And at one time, I thought life was supposed to be that way as well. A “once upon a time” life, we were told from childhood, was what awaited us upon achieving adulthood and committing to marriage. Fall in love, get married and live happily ever after in sexual exclusivity. Right?

And don’t get me wrong, the stability of family life for children is the best way to raise them. Yes, some people did not have a choice in that if a spouse died or abandoned them. My husband and I were doing our best to stay together and do the best we could for our girls. But the traditional concept of marriage was not for us anymore. I knew that for myself. I did not want to give up having David as my side lover. And from the way my husband had taken to Vera, he was not going back to exclusive monogamy either.

I get it. The lifestyle we had chosen is not for everyone, nor am I advocating it for others. All I knew was that for Jace and I, there was no going back. Were there dangers to including others in our sex life? Of course there were, and my husband and I were constantly aware of it. We never stopped being honest and communicating about our emotional responses to what the other was doing. But in discussing it, we found what worked for us and what did not.

We also kept our lifestyle to ourselves. We knew that the basic-conventional types detest people like us. To them, we are a threat, or they are jealous that we can pull it off while they, for many reasons, can not. But that is their problem. My husband and I were together and had a good rapport, while half the marriages around us were collapsing into divorce. If that was their choice, so be it. But judging us did not fix their marriage problems or life issues. They would have their way of life, and we would have ours; we would live the lifestyle we chose.

We were not sure what would transpire with Vera and David. In the end, that would be their choice. But Jace and I had experienced extramarital sex, and having survived it intact, were not likely to return to a basic-vanilla lifestyle. So long as my husband and I were a team, we were confident that we could survive the effects of anyone we brought into our lives and bed.

And recently, Karen had come into our lives. She was a war widow a few years older than us who watched our children when we needed time to have our dalliances with the Elliots. She had confided in me that she needed a man, occasionally after she learned Jace and I were in a somewhat limited open marriage. While I worried about this still attractive woman having access to my husband, we depended on her too much to just dismiss her needs.

“I don’t want a man in my life until my kids are out on their own,” she had said. “They can’t handle any man taking the place of their dad. But I have needs and… if you can, just loan me your man once in a while.”

Loan my husband! How cute, I thought. But then what was Jace doing with me when he let me entertain his boss twice or three times a week? What was I doing when I let him do his boss’s wife Vera the same amount of times? Spouse Loaning. What a concept! There should be an app for that.

After discussing it with Jace, we had agreed to her request of once a month. Had she asked for more, I would have considered it. I had a feeling Jace would not have minded, but I wanted to test Karen before expanding her privileges. After all, my husband had his duties to perform for both Vera and I. I was confident that he could manage a fuck or two for our comely older babysitter, but I didn’t want us to be distracted from our deal with the Elliots.

“OK, Karen. We’re on,” I had informed her a week after she had asked. “My husband and I will be available for you this Saturday.”

“For real?” she seemed elated. “I can’t believe you agreed to it.”

“Let’s give it a try and see what happens.”

She seemed a bit embarrassed just then.

“Alison, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Wait until you try out my husband,” I replied. “He is pretty good, but I’m not sure what you were used to before.”

She shrugged at that, then sighed. I could sense that Karen was experiencing some tense emotional issues dealing with the passing of her husband. More so, moving on in life and deciding to have another sex partner after some years without.

“I loved my husband to no end,” she said as I noticed the past tense ‘loved’ not love. And there had been an “end.” Karen was moving past her dead husband. I guess it had to happen eventually. “But my man was not that good in bed.”

Oh! What was I supposed to say to that? So I let her continue.

“I’ve wondered what it must be like to be with a man with a bigger. You know…his thing.”

“Cock?” I retorted with a mischievous smile.

“Yes, that,” Karen smiled back, still too embarrassed to say the word.

“How big was your husband’s?” I asked cautiously.

“Almost five inches,” she shook her head. “Life is not fair Alison. Not to Jim anyway. Small cock was not his fault. He tried, but I had to use my fingers after he went to sleep.”

“I think you are in for a treat. My husband is bigger than that,” I had told her. “But there is a condition to my letting him fuck you.”

“What’s that?” she asked curiously.

“I’m going to be there,” I replied.

“Oh, OK,” she replied apprehensively. I could tell she was having second thoughts. ‘Well, too bad,’ I thought. She had come to me. So it would be by my rules.

“I like watching. I’m a voyeur. Have you heard of that before?”

“Yes, but I am not sure exactly what that is.”

The poor woman was older than us, yet her sexual education was lacking. Had her husband not died, she would have trudged along in sexual mediocrity for the rest of her life. Or, in typical fashion, befitting the conventional universe she came from, she may have taken a lover or just gotten a divorce.

“It is a person who likes to watch others have sex. I get aroused by it and will probably touch myself during.”

A playful smile came to Karen’s shy face.

“I’ve never had sex in front of anyone before,” she replied. “But I like showing off when I go to the pool in my bathing suit.”

“Do you get turned on having men watch you?” I asked, leading her on.

Now she seemed embarrassed that she had revealed such a private part of her.

“It’s OK Karen,” I reassured her. “I like that as well. I like being watched. Almost as much as watching.”

“You do?” she asked curiously.

“Yes. It is thrilling, isn’t it?”

Karen was quiet for a few seconds in contemplation. Her mouth moved as if not sure if she wanted to speak or not. Then, as if finding the courage to, she did.

“I lay in my back yard in the summer hoping the neighbours see me,” she confessed as if she was telling me her biggest secret. Then she lowered her voice as if there were others there to hear. “I get wet as I feel their eyes on me.”

I chuckled at that. Karen was a beginner. Like I had been. But she was a kindred spirit and needed guidance, not judgment.

“Take my word for it. Having sex in front of someone who is watching is a bigger thrill.”

“Alison,” she hesitated. “I have never been with a woman before either. I’m not sure how I will handle it all.”

That was different! I guess the tone of the conversation had made Karen comfortable to say things to me she had probably been holding on to for years.

“Do you want to?” I asked with a reassuring smile.

“Maybe. I’m not sure.”

Karen had kept herself in good shape. Being one of those lucky women that rarely gained weight, she only had to worry about getting a little older. She was in her late thirties and still very attractive with a slim waist that accented her slightly thick yet muscular thighs. And as if I was doomed to be around more prominent breasted women, Karen’s tits looked as if they were dying to jump out of her bra and top.

“Do you find me attractive?” I asked, unzipping my top. I wore no bra underneath.

Karen’s lips trembled, but her eyes were riveted to my now naked chest and cleavage. A barely perceptible nod and her salivating mouth told me she was interested.

“Why don’t you come closer and touch me,” I invited her.

With a gasp, Karen moved swiftly to take me in her arms and hug me. There was no groping or kissing from the comely brunette. Instead, she let her body mould on mine and hugged me tightly. After the shock wore off, I returned the embrace and noticed she was trembling. More than that, she was sobbing.

“Karen…” I spoke to her gently.

“Sorry, I haven’t been touched by anyone in over two years.”

“Not even a hug from your kids?”

I could feel her breasts touching mine as we hugged. The sensation was comforting. A woman feels softer than a man to me. And Karen’s soft breasts and gentle touch felt warm and enticing.

“They barely let me near them these days. Wait ’till yours are teenagers,” she managed to chuckle but still held on as her hands reached for my ass.

“Great,” I laughed with her. “Something to look forward to. Or not. I like your touch.”

“And when I did hug my son a month ago, he felt too good to let go. I know that may sound perverted, but feeling the body of a male and how he responded….”

“You mean…”

“Yeah, he got hard. I had not expected it. It shocked me, yet it made me feel good that a male, even my son, found me attractive. I mean, he is eighteen now. I understand he has his urges, but then so do I.”

“What happened then?”

“I told him it was OK and held on to him. I said that his reaction was normal for men and that I was flattered. But then he gasped, and his body trembled. I think he came in his pants.”

“Wow!” I replied.

Having only girls, I wondered how I would have felt if a young son did that with me as we hugged.

“But that incident made me realize how horny I have been. As my son held me, I wanted his hands on me. But Randy ran off to his room, and we haven’t had any physical contact since.”

“Wow!” was all I could say.

The image of Karen and her son making out aroused me to no end. And from the way she was responding to my hands on her, I think it was mutual.

Karen moved away from me then pulled her sweater over her head. Her bra barely contained her D size breasts. Reaching behind her, I unsnapped it without fumbling. Jace was much better at it than I, on another person. Men do have their uses.

When Karen’s bra fell away, she tried to cover her pink nipples. But I didn’t give her the opportunity. My hands moved in quickly to grasp her tits and feel their weight.

“You have nice tits Karen; they are thick and heavy. I wish I had boobs like yours.”

Reaching up with her own hands, she touched my smaller but firmer breasts. My nipples burned in response to her touch. Her’s felt diamond-hard in the palms of my hands as we both caressed and fondled each other.

“Oh my, that feels good,” she said. “Both giving and receiving. I’ve always wondered what it would be with a woman.”

Leaning in, I looked into her sexy grey eyes. At that instant, I thought of Jace being in my position and knew he would want her.

“Ever kiss a girl?” I said with a smirk.

Katty Perry’s song of that title had come out the year before and was catchy. When Karen smiled, I moved in, and our lips touched. It was different from when I had kissed Vera. While I was drawn to, and attracted to my lover’s wife, kissing had not been a big part of our play. Much to my chagrin, Vera saved that for my husband. She can be such a bitch sometimes.

Oh, who am I kidding! So can I. I get jealous and… I better stop – no need for another rant. But, but how would you feel if your husband was making a woman that is prettier than you squeal in delight?

Karen kissed me passionately as her hands dropped to my ass and groin. For a second, I wondered if she had done this before. But the way she fumbled with tight shorts told me otherwise.

The room spun as her fingers found my wet gash from the front and penetrated my crack in the rear. She meant well, and I would eventually teach her more. But in that instant, I wanted my mouth on her and to make her cum.

Making another person orgasm has always brought satisfaction to me. Be it a man’s cum shooting in my mouth or my pussy and ass, the sense of personal accomplishment from making a lover enjoy the experience is a head trip and turn on that is only topped by my own release.

Jace said that it was my submissiveness that led me to this. But as I pulled off Karen’s panties and shoved my mouth on her clit, I was not analyzing the reasons why I wanted to. I just did what seemed natural.

Between my fingers and tongue, I soon had Karen on the edge. Her sighs turned to gasps, then moans and then she stiffened, drawing her breath to hold as her body spasmed.

“Oh! Augh! Don’t stop… yes… oh God!”

I kept my assault on her until she came again. And again.

We would have done more, but my kids woke from their nap, and we decided to pick things up on Saturday.

***

With two sets of kids, her teens and my little ones, scheduling the Saturday event had been dicey.

Telling her teens that she was babysitting late at our place so we could go out, she came over around nine. Lanie and Jude were in bed by then. So we went to talk quietly in the living room and relax before anything happened.

Karen seemed anxious, but she would not have come over if she was not eager for the task at hand. And for some strange reason, I found the whole thing amusing. Anyone looking through our bay window would have seen a merely social visit; had our drapes been open, that is. Which they were not.

She was slightly taller than I, but not as tall as Vera. As Karen stood next to Jace chatting, she gave him furtive glances primarily to his body in blue jeans and a white button-down shirt. My husband was always handsome to me, but I have to admit that I had become complacent in my awareness of his looks. Not as appreciative as I should have been.

Up until then, I had deluded myself into thinking Vera was only fucking my husband for revenge. That she was too good looking to see him as her equal. The stupid things we make ourselves believe in feeding our egos or quelling our fears have no limits. Yet, as this slightly older yet pretty woman was beginning to flirt with my man, I saw my husband in a different light.

“You two sit on the couch together,” I said after passing them their drinks.

Karen smiled nervously and downed half of her screwdriver in one gulp. Jace smiled politely and took a small sip of his. I as well kept the drinking to a respectable level. ‘This is Karen’s moment, not mine,’ I thought as she sat next to my husband. Her knee was touching his and staying there without care that I could see.

Karen and I had discussed the evening rules, so she had known that I would be there throughout the entire event. At first, she had been nervous, but soon, she was the aggressor touching my husband’s thigh with a hand as they kissed. After some dry years, Karen wanted to make up for lost time.

Sitting back like a king, my husband let Karen work for it. With a confident gaze, he willed her to continue as he smiled at me with a “do you believe this shit!” look. That had made me smile back, enjoying watching her straddle him and rub her breasts on his chest over their clothes. When my husband’s hands grasped the globes of her ass over her skirt, I held my breath, willing to see him raise it and begin the show of shows.

And what a show my husband and Karen put on for me. He helped her undress, but Karen was so worked up, she tore her panties off and straddled my husband as he raised her red sweater off. Those full, soft tits bounced inches from his face as she undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers off.

Before Jace’s hardon bounced free, Karen was on it with both hands bringing it to her mouth. I watched in awe as she shoved my husband’s manhood between her lips to suck. I settled back, with my hands under my skirt, thinking she might take her time to blow him. But I was wrong.

“You’re right,” she said over her shoulder to me. “He is so big!”

As she took him in her mouth again, Jace gave me a look of mock superiority and smirked. What man, does not have his ego stroked by a woman attacking him with hands and mouth?

“Easy girl,” I said, shaking my head at her urgency. “He is not going anywhere.”

“It’s been so long,” she said as she licked and kissed his shaft.

Jace was staring in awe at this woman go full-on-slut on his cock — truly taken by her. Porn stars could have learned from Karen’s sucking methods, the way she sucked his cock. She relished every minute of it, clearly not wanting to miss an inch of my husband’s dick as she worshipped and made love to it.

I had been where Karen was with Jace, David and others before — loving every minute of the power that sucking a man gave me. Some call it the ultimate position of submissiveness. And it is. But in giving a man so much pleasure, a woman and also a man, I guess, have a unique power over the man they are sucking – the power of giving pleasure — seeing the reaction of their subject in the throes of passion. I had felt that same satisfaction when pleasuring Vera and Karen orally. For some like me, giving oral is as thrilling as receiving. If not more so.

Only in that instant, I was not the one giving but the one watching my husband receive the pleasure of another woman’s mouth. It was a voyeur’s ultimate dream. Not to just observe others in the act but to watch one’s spouse and all the emotions that brought. Bittersweet but yet addictive feelings that always led me to masturbate wildly as I watched.

While keeping guard that we were not disturbed, I reached under my clothes to caress my nipples and stroke my clit furiously. Orgasms always came quickly when watching my husband with Vera, and it was no different this time as Karen slurped my husband’s dick enthusiastically.

“So big!” she murmured, pulling her mouth off him yet still holding and stroking his shaft and balls.

Without warning, Karen straddled Jace and guided my husband’s cock to her well-trimmed pussy. I watched, holding my breath as his helmet split her wet slit apart and slowly plunged into her depths. We heard her gasp as she enjoyed that sweet first intrusion of her body by a man. I knew that feeling as I had experienced it with Jace so long ago I had forgotten the specialness of that moment.

As fucking his boss for the first time had been more recent, the thought of it was still fresh even after months of having him prod my insides. Just thinking about that as I watched Karen bounce on my husband’s cock made me wish David was there.

Yet, in a moment of selfishness, I was glad my lover was not to be shared with this cock hungry woman with the bigger tits. It didn’t matter that they were not as firm as Vera’s. They were bigger than mine. And I didn’t want David… ‘Oh God!. I’m becoming possessive of him.’ I thought in shock. But it was true.

Karen fucked Jace furiously after that early entry – bouncing on his lap with gusto. I guess the poor woman had not had a dick in her for years, and even before, she had never had one that big to hear her describe her lacking sex life. Even though I went through the usual emotions of angst, inadequacy and jealousy, I was glad Karen was finally enjoying the sensation of a man inside her. And the view was spectacular.

I came twice, just watching them and playing with my nipples and clit. Any lingering doubts I may have had about my voyeurism faded in the back of my mind. It’s hard to explain that proclivity to someone who is not a voyeur. It was the same as with my exhibitionism. The rush from both was phenomenal.

Still, my mind was on David and Vera and how I was becoming attached to them both for different reasons. The notion of it disturbed me. I questioned how it was affecting my marriage to Jace. Also, how was my husband dealing with having two new lovers? I mean, sure, he loved it, he had to. I could see that he was! But what was he thinking of old me, the ball and chain, the steady wife to fuck after having the “strange” pussy. Did my husband still want me? Did he understand that while I was enjoying the voyeurism pleasure, I was still a woman with feelings of jealousy and insecurity?

When I realized that I had done the same to him with David, there was a moment of clarity. My husband and I had crossed a gate into a different universe. And while we habitated in the same world as conventional, “basic” people, we no longer were like them in private. And in most likelihood, we could never be again.

Karen rode Jace for a few minutes, but Jace was a bit distracted, looking toward the hallway then me. Yet, his cock stayed rigid as Karen used it shamelessly.

“Guys, let’s take this to the bedroom. OK?” I suggested.

Once behind the closed door, we all undressed. Not wasting time, Karen fell on the bed and spread her legs for my husband invitingly. Wanting to be a good lover, Jace moved his head to her vulva as he began fingering her. But Karen had other ideas.

“Just fuck me, please. I need your cock.”

‘Well, well. Someone is ready for action!’ I thought. Karen was definitely in need. No hesitation there.

As my husband moved between her legs, he stopped and turned to me.

“Alie, will you do the honours?”

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered what he had requested of me the day before and moved to do as he asked. Karen watched in stunned fascination as I knelt on the bed next to them. Hugging my husband’s slim waist with my left arm, I held his dick with my right hand. He was hard as a rock under my fingers — yet his skin was smooth as velvet. I stroked him a couple of times, looking into his eyes, and he at mine. ‘Love you,’ he mouthed to me, nodding toward our guest. It was time.

Lowering my hand, I rubbed the tip of his pole on Karen’s wet pussy lips. Wanting to see as well as feel it, Karen had raised her upper body on her elbows as I guided my husband’s cock to her opening. We all held our breath, and then I tapped my husband’s ass with my free hand.

“Fuck her Jace,” I urged him, hearing a gasp of shock from Karen at my unexpected comment. “Go on.”

Mesmerized by the moment, we watched in erotic fascination as his tip touched her labia. Karen gasped as his pressure split her open once again. And not for the last time of the evening. Laying next to her, I watched as Jace pumped his ass up and down, sinking his dick noisily in Karen’s hungry pussy. Already lubricated from their earlier fucking, her cunt left a trail of white froth on his shaft for me to see and Jace’s cock to feel.

The sights, sounds and smells of that evening were unbelievable fuel to my voyeuristic mind. I can’t remember how many times I moved around to have different views of them as they coupled. Next to them, behind them, above them. I experienced it all — burned forever in my mind’s cache of sexual images. The kind one can never find in porn.

Jace was not satisfied with just missionary. Karen certainly was, as she had cum twice from his first fifteen minutes of steady fucking. Turning Karen to her side, Jace straddled her left leg and proceeded to pound her into the mattress harder than before. I played with her nipples and found myself kissing her and then him in turn. Then laying next to them to finger, then edge myself.

When Jace made her get on her knees for some hearty doggy style, Karen licked my clit to a well-deserved cum. After all I let her do with my husband, it was the least she could do in return. After I came, I moved lower under her, so her head was close to mine. The look of total abandon and sexual satisfaction of a woman as she is being fucked is unbelievable. I kissed her lips and face, but she was in her own world – allowing it but not participating. Her glazed eyes and moans told me that my husband’s fucking were Karen’s only concern.

I don’t know how many times she came, but eventually, she tired and asked Jace to stop. He had not cum yet. When I moved to place my mouth on his cock to finish him, Karen stopped me.

“Please, let me. Your man did so much for me.”

After Jace lay on the bed, Karen fell on his cock with hunger. Wanting to repay him for the pleasure he gave her, she began giving my husband an epic blow job. More than once, I heard her whisper, “so big!” before she would continue licking, stroking and sucking his manhood as if on a mission.

I had seen Vera do that for Jace with that pretty mouth of hers — those gorgeous eyes staring up at him. Both in a threesome and when they thought they were alone. Vera was always enthusiastic when sucking my husband’s cock. Yet, there was something different. And not just the different woman.

Karen had been enjoying my husband’s manhood with the gluttony of a woman who had not had one in ages. Yet when Vera did, the dynamic was different. Something I did not realize until I saw Karen on her knees with my Jace. The lack of coercion!

There was a powerplay between Jace, Vera and I, as the blond Vixen held all the cards of our lives. Even her husband David, my lover, was under her control. Was that one of the reasons Jace was enamoured of her? Then thinking of how chummy the two of them had been when I hid to watch them, I thought not.

But as our older babysitter bobbed her head on my husband’s cock, I asked myself why I was more emotionally affected by his boss’s wife doing so than this woman. Karen was as skilled and enthusiastic as Vera. Not as young or pretty as the blond goddess, yet Karen was attractive enough to make any wife worry about losing her husband to her. Yet Vera had this spell over me that I could not explain, and it unnerved me. As if being addicted to her husband’s dick was not enough.

***

“So, how does it feel?” I asked my husband later. “To know your cum is in the stomach of a horny widow down the street?”

“Now that you put it that way,” my husband smirked, laying naked where Karen had left him. “I have separation anxiety. My boys are in a dark place being digested!”

I laughed with him.

“As opposed to a dark place in her uterus looking for an egg to fertilize?”

“She said she is fixed.”

“How vulgar… fixed. As if Karen is a bitch.”

“She was certainly in heat,” he laughed with me.

“She said it’d been years, and her hubby was smaller and not very good at making her cum. You certainly made an impact. Just remember, once a month. If she is good about keeping her mouth shut, we can do twice a month.”

“I don’t want her mouth shut,” Jace observed as if he was a lab scientist.

“Was she better than your girlfriend?” I asked, meaning Vera.

“You need to teach them both. Alie, you’re much better.”

“How diplomatic of you,” I replied as the wife. “Did you save any for me?”

“Karen was the appetizer. I plan to go around the world with you.”

“You’re not taking blue pills, are you Jace?”

“Not yet.”

The bastard now had three women available. But considering how he and his boss were sharing me, I wasn’t complaining. Plus, I was getting off on being the wife of a stud. The big question was what his boss would do when he found out Jace was his wife’s lover. And I didn’t want to lose David.

***

And now, the end is near… And so I face the final curtain…

I had one more meet-up scheduled with my husband’s boss before the imminent showdown at his house with his wife Vera. Unlike previous times that I thought the end of these get-togethers was near, this time, I knew it was. How I managed to get through it without breaking down is a miracle. David could not help but notice how distracted I was.

“Alison, what’s going on?” he had asked after we finished our first round.

Unlike previous times I had asked him to keep the blinds closed, wanting our encounter to be private — intimate between us. And he had agreed all too willingly as I tried my best to focus on the sex and nothing else.

As I worshipped his thick cock with my hands and lips, I wondered how I could be so attached to a man that I did not love. The last few days, I forced myself to review my feelings for David as pragmatically as possible. There was no denying that I had grown attached to my husband’s boss. The thought of ending our get-togethers saddened me to no end. I had even cried a few times — before I went to him that day.

But it wasn’t just I that was a bit distracted. My husband’s boss, David, seemed so as well.

“I’m OK,” I had tried to lie my way out of it. “Just that things are… I guess I’m just going through an emotional stage.”

“Funny, but that’s kind of what Vera said the night she was late. “Emotional state,” she had called it.”

“She did?” I asked, hoping he would expound but worried that if I pushed him, he would become suspicious.

“This isn’t easy for me, Alison,” he continued. “I mean, she was out late, real late. I knew she was with her lover, but I couldn’t say anything. Like you and I talked before, who am I to ask her what she did after all these months you and I have been getting together. Right?”

He had a pragmatic yet sad look to him. As if he was trying to accept the reality of his situation and failing. Who wouldn’t be in his position?

“It’s frustrating. All I could do was say, “are you OK? Did something happen?” knowing she would not tell me. Could not, just as I can’t.”

In some way, I felt that Jace and I had placed David in this position. After all, we had made the offer to him, leaving Vera out of it. It had been a selfish move on our part, but we had our backs against the wall financially. And we didn’t twist David’s arm to get him to agree. In fact, David was fucking me within an hour of our meeting that first time.

“I know I cheated with you the first time and after,” he continued. “But Vera had her hand in it by cutting me off. We could have talked and worked our way through it. But we didn’t.”

I let him go on.

“I’ve been nicer to her, and when she lets me make love to her, I am gentler. But she is still seeing him, whoever he is. She hasn’t given him up.”

“You haven’t given me up David,” I reminded him.

“You are right,” he nodded as he stared at his hands. “You and I have a sexual bond I don’t want to lose. But I can’t help wondering what he gives her that I can’t.”

“Do you ever think that Vera may be thinking the same thing?”

“How so?”

“I can’t speak for her David. But she is a young woman with needs. And a beautiful woman at that. They get attention, you know.”

He flinched.

“She always has. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever…” he looked back at me, realizing he was praising another woman’s looks to his lover. “I’m sorry, Alison. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

What woman wants to hear from her lover that another woman is prettier? So yes, it did hurt. Yet, I could not help but agree with him. Compared to Vera, I was Jane-average — girl next door and all that. Vera was… She was everything I wished I could be. All of us women think we are not good enough. Even Vera had moments of doubt and jealousy. With me, of all people!

“You didn’t David. Vera is a beautiful woman and the mother of your children. And more than that, you love her. Don’t you?”

“I haven’t stopped. I tried to talk myself into thinking I had. But denial doesn’t make something true. Does it?”

“No, it doesn’t,” I agreed. “You and Vera have history together. If you didn’t love her, you would no0t be trying to fix things between you.”

“Life is complicated, isn’t it?”

“It sure is. And Jace and I didn’t help in that regard with our proposal.”

“Alison, if you had not come along, there would have been someone else. I had already had a couple of affairs.”

“Do tell,” now I was interested.

“One was a business acquaintance. She was willing to have a purely sexual relationship with no emotional attachments, as I asked. Unfortunately, she had a similar issue with my size as Vera. So she ended it.”

“I like your dick as it is,” I reminded him as I held it in my small hands.

It really was overwhelming when it was erect and ready. Being a small woman, I often wondered myself how I could accommodate his length in me. His girth as well, but we women stretch out. We are built that way. It is a different story with our insides. In that case, a woman could either take a long dick or not. There was no in-between.

“It’s why I keep coming back to you,” he smiled.

“And the other woman?” I reminded him, getting him back on track. “Did she like your dick too?”

“She liked it all too well Alison. But she confused the pleasure from it with something else.”

“She didn’t fall in love with it? Did she?”

“She talked herself into thinking she was in love with me. But I knew it was what my dick was doing for her. It was not the first time I had this happen to me. No offence Alison, but some women are reluctant to admit to themselves that they are in it for a man just for the sex.”

I knew what he was speaking off and nodded with a slight smirk.

“Find a man and fall in love with him — then have obligatory sex to produce kids. You probably won’t like it, but then that’s what it is to be a woman.”

“Do women really get taught that in the 21st century?”

“It’s the way our moms and older women raised us,” I replied. “The eternal female culture. But that has changed in recent times.”

“It has changed for some. But not for the last woman.”

“David, some of us women complain about the patriarchy forcing its old views on us, but the reality is that it’s the matriarchy, the older women in our lives that put stupid ideas in our heads. And Hollywood.”

He laughed at that.

“This I have to hear,” he said, sitting back with a smile.

“Have you watched Lifetime channel or Hallmark?”

“Not that much. Lifetime is a bit “everything is the man’s fault” and it’s a turnoff. I’ve seen some Hallmark. Not all is bad.”

“Oh, you simple man,” I replied, feigning disapproval. “Lifetime wants women to be victims – to think like victims. Feminism was about us being equal. Not giving men the power over us that their stories do.

“Your job is terrible, man’s fault,

“Your life is a mess, man’s fault,

“It rained on your wedding day, man’s fault,

“Get it?” I asked him. “Instead of empowering us women, it empowers you men in our eyes and makes us think we can’t do anything because….”

“Got it,” he cut in with a smirk. “The patriarchy is out to get you. Men’s fault.”

“Damned right!” I giggled, shaking my head as he looked down in feigned shame. “But Hallmark! Now they are insidious.”

“Oh no!” he said with his hand over his mouth.

“Their stories have a common theme. There is a girl protagonist. Usually socially conscious, upper-middle-class or from a wealthy family.”

“And white,” he cut in.

“Not always, but mostly yes. Where was I? Oh yes, there is a canned plot for most of their stories. The protagonist has to go home for some whatever reason.”

“Holidays,” he chimed in.

“Yes, or some kind of festival or whatever,” I made a shush sound to which he made a zip my mouth motion with his fingers. “She has a boyfriend or fiancé that is very handsome but is not keen on her travelling home for some whatever reason. Of course, he is Mr Wrong.”

David chuckled, obviously aware of the type of story I was describing.

“And in her home town, she finds….” I pointed to him with an open palm waiting for him to answer.

“Mr Right!” he replied with a smile.

“Is that some shit or what?” I continued. “This is the crap they push on young women. But here is the insidious part. They make us think that we do this on our own — by choice. The message is that if we ditch Mr Wrong, Mr Right is just around the corner. But their stories are still fairy tale fantasy. Not real life.”

“What’s real life?”

“Bills, obligations, diapers, failure, get fired, having to face your spouse after you are fired….”

I stopped when I realized that I had lost control of my emotions and was just blurting things out.

“Never mind,” I said, looking away.

“You were fired?” David asked in surprise. “You never said.”

“Yes,” I admitted, looking away in embarrassment. “Just before the recession hit.”

“I’m sorry Alison, you never said.”

“It was my problem. I mean mine and Jace’s.”

“That was why you came to me with that proposal, wasn’t it?” he asked.

“We did that together,” I corrected him.

There was a pause as we were both lost in our thoughts.

“Alison,” he said hesitantly.

I looked up, wondering what he would say.

“If I told you Jace has his position safe, would you still come to meet me?”

“Excuse me?” I asked hesitantly.

In that instant, I wondered if Vera had already told him about her and my husband. About her knowing. About her having decided to give Jace the position no matter what. I held my breath as I let him continue.

“Jace has the job Alison,” he said almost reluctantly.

“He does? David, are you messing with me? Does he?”

“At the risk of losing you, yes, he does,” he said with a slight smile to cover his regrets.

My lips trembled as I moved to hug him.

“Thank you David,” I said as I cried. “Thank you so much. That means so much to hear from you.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he replied, “I guess this is over then.”

“What is over?”

“Come on Alison, you and I. You know, meeting to have sex?”

I had expected Vera to end what David and I had. But I had not expected for him to say we were done.

“Why would I want to end that?” I said, pulling away from his embrace to look him in the eye.

“Because you no longer have to?”

“You idiot,” I said, shaking my head at him. “Can’t you tell that I like what we do?”

“I thought so, but….”

“But what?”

“Well, you no longer have to. And I know you love Jace to no end. So I thought….”

“Stop trying to think David!” I said, not realizing I had raised my voice.

He was taken aback by my response. I bet he was wondering what that was about.

“Look, I’m not like the woman who fell in love with you. Or thought she did. But I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

“Alison, what would Jace think if he knew you didn’t have to do this anymore?”

I had to be careful, careful with my words. The last thing I needed was to betray Vera.

“Let me deal with Jace,” I replied. “But I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

There was a sense of relief in his gaze and a slight smile.

“Don’t worry. It’s not because I’m in love or the delusion of love. I just like what we do.”

“I like what we do as well Alison,” he replied. “We’re a good fit.”

“You mean my pussy, and your dick are,” I smirked. “Because I would rather Jace fuck my ass. No offence.”

For a second, I thought he would be disappointed or snubbed. But he nodded.

“I understand,” he replied. “I’m too big.”

“It’s not that Dave,” I said, calling him that for the first time as if we were long-lost friends. “The length is no issue. But you are very wide. My poor ass has problems stretching out that much. Haven’t you noticed how much you have to prep me with your fingers and how much lube I need?”

“I thought using that technique would help,” he said with a bit of hope.

David had taught me how to strain as he pushed in his cock so my sphincter would open for him.

“It works, but I have to be really focused – no spontaneity in the act. It kind of takes the fun out of it. But there are days that I look forward to it.”

“And with Jace, you can just do it without discomfort,” he said to himself more than me.

“It’s just easier, but I still have to prep for him. You know, lubrication and mentally. No woman can take it up the ass without preparing herself for it. At least I can’t.”

“Should we stop having anal?” he asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I didn’t say that, silly,” I smiled at him. “I still like how you fill me. Just saying it’s easier with Jace because his cock is a bit thinner.”

He shook his head at that.

“Funny isn’t it?” he said.

“What is?”

“How we are all so different. I mean built differently. You love Jace. I don’t question that. But I can tell you like our fucking better.”

I wondered then if he was about to disparage my husband again. David must have seen that on my facial expression.

“No, no Alison, I didn’t mean to diss Jace. I’m just saying that you and I are a better fit for vaginal sex, while you and your hubby are a better match for anal. I bet easier with him at oral, right?”

“It’s easier to swallow his cock if that’s what you mean, but I’m used to you now, and it doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable. I like doing that to both of you. I have a big mouth and obviously a big pussy, but my asshole is still tight.”

He lay back, shaking his head as he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Why can’t Vera and I have this conversation?”

“I don’t know Dave. Why don’t you?”

“We have communication issues.”

“No shit,” I replied.

I meant to think that, not say it out loud, but out loud it had been said. And it was too late to take back.

“You and Jace are so cool about that,” he said, surprising me. “He told me that you talk about everything.”

I knew David and Jace worked together a lot but didn’t realize they had become friendly enough to talk about their marriages. While not something I felt my husband had kept from me, it was interesting to find out.

“Yes, we do David. You can’t have a marriage without talking to one another about things. Do you think we would have approached you with our proposal if we had not talked it out before?”

“I guess not,” he replied.

“David, I don’t want to intrude, but have you and Vera had communications issues from the start?”

“I don’t think so at first, but I think it developed that way as time passed.”

“Are you two talking now?”

“Knowing she is having an affair is not making talking to her about things easy,” he replied. “I want to. I just don’t know how to approach her.

“What do I say? I’ve been having an affair with my employee’s wife for months, and I know you are having one too? ”

Again, I tried to stay silent, not wanting to say the wrong thing. But I broke down.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“What can I do?” he said. “I guess time will tell with Vera. She is probably having fun. She seems more relaxed. I know what she is like after she got laid. Or at least I used to.”

“But you two are having sex again, right?” I asked.

“Yes, but it’s like we are getting to know each other again. Both of us cautious and silent.”

“Are you enjoying each other?”

“Well, she seems to be. She gets on top more — she controls how much of me is in her that way. And she acts as if she came.”

“Acts?” I asked.

“Come on, Alison, don’t mess with me. Unlike us men, you women can fake it.”

“Trust me, I don’t fake it,” I smirked. “It’s why I keep coming back, my friend. Your dick makes me cum over and over. I’ve never had that before. I can cum maybe once with Jace or twice. But I lose count with you. This must be doing wonders for your ego.”

In a way, it felt like I was betraying my husband for letting my lover know he was better. I wished I had not said it so matter of fact like, but it was the truth, and my husband knew it. Just as he and Vera were more sexually compatible, so was I and my husband’s boss. To deny it would be a sham by this point.

“Yes and no. I didn’t do anything to get a big dick. It’s not like you eat right, and it grows – or workout, and it gets thicker. It’s genetic.”

“Listen to you being the enlightened one!” I slapped his thigh, noticing he was getting hard as a rock.

“I’m evolving,” he replied with a sigh as my fingers touched his shaved balls.

“Alison, I really enjoy our time together. I don’t want to lose this.”

“Me neither,” I managed to say while keeping myself together.

“I want you,” there was a fire in his eyes.

“I want you too,” I heard myself say, knowing I mean it.

“I like fucking a woman who wants me and doesn’t complain about how I fuck her.”

“Then take me,” I gasped as he lifted me in the air and impaled me on his hard cock.

We fucked like animals. Not caring about anything but each other’s bodies and what we were doing at the moment. Jace and I had that experience a few times, but never with the fury and eroticism I experienced with his boss.

I moaned and grunted as his thick dick speared me open each time he bounced me on him. Before long, my body was straining against him to take more of him in me. And he gave me just that. I had never felt so sexually worked up as that moment.

All I knew was that my insides were on fire as he penetrated me deeply, hitting my depths and rocking me to new heights. Gasping, I felt an orgasm approaching like a wave that lifted me with a sense of euphoria I did not want to end. His hands groped my ass, pulling him to him again and again with a ferocity I had not seen from him before.

“I know you love it when I fuck you.”

“I do.”

“You don’t even care that I don’t love you. Do you?”

“No,” I gasped as I endured his thrust. “Just want… you to… fuck… me.”

“You like my dick inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes… just fuck me.”

“I like fucking your cunt,” he said in between thrusts. “It was made for my dick.”

I was too busy cumming to talk back. David kept fucking me as I came prolonging it. Or, as a woman had said to her lover in an amateur porn vid, “fuck me out!”

“Take it then… take it!” David said as my body shook from both his thrusts and my orgasmic trembling.

After fucking me wrapped around his hips for some minutes, he leaned my ass against the counter and plunged in me harder. Over and over until I saw stars again, and the wave of pleasure washed over me.

God forgive me, but right then, all I wanted was David’s cock. His thickness splitting me open. His cock-head beating my insides like a drum. My cunt was on fire, and only his lovely dick would sate the longing for another cum, another release.

“Fuck… just fuck me!”

I never loved David Elliot, and I knew then that I never would. It had never been about that with us from the beginning. But I was in love with his dick and what he did to me with it. From the start, it had been about pure and unadulterated sex for us both. Fucking. Banging. Cumming.

Our bodies seemed as if they had been made for each other. For us to get together fuck like animals, and go our separate way. I didn’t know how it was for him after, but I needed to go home and fuck my husband to feel whole. No matter how much David fucked me, I wanted to spread open for my man and have him make me feel his wife again. My husband’s slut. I was only David’s whore.

Once Jace’s job was secure, and I no longer had to fuck his boss for money, what would I be? Would I be slut to two men? Because I could not see myself stopping my David excursions willingly.

Pulling away, he made me stand on my unsteady legs. Spreading them apart with one thigh, he guided his large cock in my willing entrance and penetrated me again, and again, and again. I lost track of time and how many times I came on him. During it all, his hands molested my ass and tits. I would be marked again. Good thing Jace liked seeing that.

Oh Shit! Last time he had marked Vera with his fury. I had seen it on her when she and I had gotten together. David had to have seen it. What was going through his mind? Was this a revenge fuck? And as I felt myself cumming once more, did I care?

His thrusts increased in speed and intensity. He slapped my ass, grabbed my tits hard and used his thumb and index fingers around my burning nipples as if they were a vice. And still, I wanted him. Still, I let myself get lost in his excitement and forcefulness.

“You like owning me,” I hissed. “Don’t you?”

He kept fucking me furiously.

“You like fucking your worker’s wife… don’t you?”

Again he remained silent as I taunted him.

“You get off on fucking another man’s woman….”

“Yes!” he finally gasped.

“Then fuck me… fuck me harder… but….”

His speed increased.

“Someone… another man…” I continued as I stared at him in the mirror, “…has been fucking your wife with his dick.”

“Oh God!” he groaned as he kept fucking me.

It felt so good that I could come again from his thrusts. But I was in another place – a place of pushing my lover. And the thought of what I was making him imagine drove me to new heights.

“He has made your wife squirm for his dick. Not your dick… but his!”

“Oh fuck… I’m going…”

“Yeah, he cums in Vera’s cunt too… fills her with his thick cum.”

“Oh shit!” David groaned.

“Go ahead… cum in mine. Another man’s pussy… do it.”

I had not understood that at first. What could possibly make a man aroused at the thought of a rival fucking his wife? Not until I had seen my husband fucking Vera had I fully comprehended the arousal that image could bring.

Then I finally got it.

Just as I had read in an article, it was all about anthropological competition and voyeuristic arousal. The contest for a female between males is well known. Yet women compete for men as well. While men want their sperm to win over another man’s, women want to win a man over a rival female as well.

We women are designed to want the sperm of the superior male to fertilize our eggs. For some reason, viewing the competition process – seeing our competitor coupling with your mate, is highly erotic to people like us.

“Another man is fucking your wife’s pussy.”

I guess that was as much as David could take. His fertile imagination of another man cumming in his wife’s wet and willing loins was too much. I knew how that works. My Jace had explained how in moments he thought of David shooting his cum in me, he had some of his most powerful orgasms.

And in that instant, when I pushed David to his limits, I knew that he was indeed “one of us.” He just did not know it yet. Or maybe, he did.

***

At my car downstairs sometime later, I texted Vera and Jace at the same time.

Me: Vera, David knows you have been with someone – that you were with him last weekend. And maybe other times.

Vera: Shit

Jace: Well, we knew about this. Vera, what will you do Saturday?

Vera: I’m still thinking about it.

Me: Anything we can do?

Vera: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you are doing fine just letting me know what he is saying.

Jace: Are we still getting together tomorrow?

Vera: Would you be upset if I said no?

Upset? She was in the driver’s seat of everything, and she was asking Jace if he was OK with not being with her? She was treating my husband as an equal. To be honest, I think she was treating me with more respect than I expected from her considering what I was doing with her husband.

Jace: Not at all.

Me: Are we still on for Saturday?

Vera: Yes, casual dress. Skirts or sundresses for us girls.

I have to go, David is here.

Switching to Just Jace, I sent him a message.

Me: Be there soon. Love you

Jace: Love you too.

***

Time to come clean

“Jace,” I said after we had both cum and turned the lights off. “Be honest with me.”

“About what?” he snapped out of his reverie.

Or waking up from post fucking slumber. Those can be so good.

“You don’t want to….” I started to say, then stopped myself.

Damn me! I had approached my husband with a guilt trip. I had been about to say: “you don’t want to give up Vera.”

“I’m sorry, I need to rephrase that.”

“OK,” he said, turning on his night light and rising on his elbows to look at me. “What’s going on Alie?”

“I have to come clean, Jace.”

He stayed silent at first, but I could see the intensity in his eyes.

“Alie, are you having a “we have to talk” moment?”

“What? No. I mean, yes, we do have to talk. It’s what we are doing.”

“Are you leaving me?”

“NO! Where the fuck are you getting all this? Have you been reading Literotica Loving Wives again?”

“Are you and David?”

I had enough then and jumped to straddle him. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him. Then kissed him again.

“Stop this shit, OK?”

His gaze back was a mixture of confusion and consternation — with a bit of anxiety tossed in on the side.

“Allie, please tell me. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”

I kissed him one more time, by which he was trying to shake me off. OK, I had to get the nerve to say it. Cut me some slack. It is not every day a woman says to her husband:

“I don’t want to stop seeing David.”

There I had said it. And Jace looked up at me with a blank look.

“Well, say something!” I snapped in frustration.

“Did I tell you not to?”

What!

“No, but….”

“But what?” my husband replied.

“You’re OK with it?” I asked in surprise.

Then he started… laughing. It started slow, and deep then more raucous as I smiled back at my insane husband.

“Alie, for heaven’s sake. I’m doing Vera and now Karen. Who am I to tell you to stop seeing David?”

“Forget Karen,” I replied. “Do you want to keep seeing Vera?”

“Well, she may end it all for us both tomorrow, but yeah. I mean, no, I don’t want to stop. And you know why.”

“Why?” I asked apprehensively.

“Because you want me to. To watch and be a part of it and also so you can have a regular crack at her husband.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“No,” he said, leaning up to lick my nipple. “No guilt Alie. All in the open. No secrets and no sneaking around. Unless that turns you on, and you need an occasional sneaking-around event.”

“Sneaking around?” I asked in puzzlement.

“Yeah, the cheating kink. We make believe we are cheating.”

“Jace, it’s not cheating if we know we are.”

“Yeah, but we won’t know when. Trust me. It will be kinky as shit.”

“You are nuts,” I replied as I felt him get hard under me.

“So you are in?” he asked.

“If they let us. It’s all up to Vera.”

“What about David?” my husband asked. “He may not go along.”

“OH!” I said as I enveloped his cock with my wet pussy. “Leave your boss to me.”

“So yes on the fake cheating thing?” he asked.

I swear his dick got hard as he said, “cheating.”

“On one condition,” I replied as I rocked up and down.

“Name it.”

His manhood was deep inside me now, and I was rubbing my clit on his pubic bone.

“We tell each other after. With details.”

“Oh fuck!” he said and thrust up one more, lifting me off the bed.

***

This is the end of chapter 07

Tune in on chapter eight to see the further adventures of the babysitter Karen, Jace, Alison, her husband’s boss and his wife.

Well, I thought this would be the last chapter. But I started writing, and the characters took over in my head and poof! Another chapter.

Unless something more exciting pops in my head, it looks like it’s the showdown at the Elliot Coral.