Fucking My Husband’s Boss
My husband Michael had been working with the same company for almost six years. During a company picnic, we were all hanging out and having water fights. I ended up soaked with my sundress clinging to my body. It was very obvious that I was not wearing a bra since my hard nipples were almost visible through the clingy fabric.
Sometime during the game, my husband stepped away to talk to a colleague. Before I could make it over to him, Vincent, the CEO walked up to me. I have always thought that Michael’s boss was hot. He is about 6’2” with a semi-muscular build which is pretty hot for a man in his early 50s. He has the sexiest southern accent too!!! The kind that makes me cream in my panties every time I hear him talk. “You seem to bring so much life to the party,” he said. I laughed as I replied, “Well, I just like to be myself and have fun.” “Oh, I can see that darlin’,” he replied. HOLY HELL!!! I have never heard the word darlin’ sound so sexy in all my life!!
“You look a little cold gorgeous, let’s get you dried off,” he said.
Before I could protest, he wrapped his sports jacket around my shoulders, locked arms with me, and started to guide me to the parking lot. “Where are we going?” I asked. “We are going to my truck,” he replied. “I have a towel in there to get you all dried off.” I looked back to my husband, who was still engaged in conversation. Didn’t think he would even notice that I was gone so I let Vincent lead me away. As we passed my car, I remembered that I had an extra change of clothes and we stopped to grab them.
He had a huge lifted, crew cab truck.
He opened the back door, handed me a towel, and said, “You can change in here if you want. The windows are darkly tinted, no one will be able to see.” I tell him “thank you” As I climb into the cab. I am almost in, when my foot slips off of the running board and I fall right into his arms. As he catches me, my dress pulls down exposing my supple breast.
He reached up to adjust my dress, accidentally brushing his fingers against my nipple, causing it to bead up instantly. I closed my eyes and let out an involuntary moan. When I looked up at him, his beautiful green eyes were fixed on me in an intense stare that told me how much he wanted me. He lifted me up into the back of his truck and climbed up after me. As soon as we were inside he pulled me into him. I tried to protest, “Vincent, I am married. We can’t be doing this.”
“Please, call me Vinnie, and yes, we can. I always get what I want gorgeous, and right now, I want you,” he said.
I don’t know what it was about him but I just couldn’t stop myself from allowing it to happen. He pulled my dress up over my head, pulled my panties down, and started to lick my wet pussy. I held tightly to his head, grinding my pussy against his mouth. My moans continued to get louder as my climax neared. He stopped licking my pussy, undid his pants, and pulled my head down toward his cock. I opened my mouth, tracing all nine inches of that nice hard dick with my tongue before filling my mouth with his man meat. He started to fuck my face so hard that spit was pouring out of my mouth all down his cock, dripping off of his balls.
He removed his cock from my mouth and rolled us over so I was on top of him straddling his body. Then he positioned his big cock at my entrance, grabbed my hips, and pushed himself deep inside of me. OH MY GOD!!! He was so much bigger than my husband! My pussy was being stretched to its limits. He fucked me harder and harder until I started to squirt my cum all over him. He began moaning as he grew harder inside of me. “Vinnie, you have to pull out. I can’t have you cumming in my pussy right now.
Michael and I are trying to have a baby; I don’t want you getting me pregnant,” I said.
“But beautiful, I want my cum deep inside of that hot pussy of yours,” he said as he continued to pump inside of me. Michael and I have been trying for so long with no results that it probably wouldn’t matter. “Ok, Vinnie,” I said, “Cum in my tight, married pussy.” With that I felt his cock pulsing, pumping stream after stream of cum deep inside of me.
“This will happen again,” he said as he kissed me deeply.
We cleaned up, I changed into my dry clothes and we headed back to the picnic. I found my husband talking to someone new. “Hey, baby!” I said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Where have you been?” he asked. “I have been looking all over for you.” “Oh, Vincent was nice enough to let me borrow his truck to change out of my wet clothes in,” I said. Vinnie grinned at him, looked at my husband, and said, “Glad you all could make it out,” and he walked off. This was the beginning of a great relationship with my husband’s boss. Give me a call and I’ll give you a sneak peek at some of my other blogs that will be coming out about Vinnie and me.
