My Wife and My Boss
I suppose like a number of married men, I had started having fantasies about my wife and other men.
One of my most erotic fantasies was having Diana dress sexily and revealingly for another man. She would wear a thin, black wrap-around dress that easily opened to reveal her little wispy black lace panties and sheer black thigh-high stockings. I would ask Diana not to wear a bra. We would perhaps meet a man, it didn't matter then who, in a restaurant and all the men there would gaze at my wife, her body exposed by the dress. The man would kiss and fondle my wife, despite my having mentioned that it was our wedding anniversary and I was taking Diana out for a special romantic dinner.
The man would open Diana's dress, revealing her stocking tops and her panties. I would have to sit there as he fondled my wife's pussy, perhaps opening the top of her dress to reveal a hard nipple. Men would stare and the waiters would watch. A man might come up to me in the bath-room and ask me why I would let another man play with my slut wife like that. He would call me a complete wimp, a useless husband....and then he would look down at my little cock, laugh and tell me that the man with my wife was going to fuck her and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. I would return to our table where the man would be kissing Diana.
I had told Diana this fantasy, as well as variations on it, in bed and it had really got us both aroused, so much so that we found ourselves needing to talk about out this and similar fantasies in order to get turned-on. I even once saw Diana reading an erotic story on the Internet about a wife with another man and she told me that she thought about it quite often.
One evening, about six months ago, we went to dinner with my then boss and another colleague from our Denver office.
Diana and I joined Paul (my ex-boss) and Kurt, the colleague, for dinner after we had signed a major client contract. Paul was (and still is) divorced and Kurt's wife was away, so Diana was the only woman at dinner. Paul had specifically asked me to bring Diana and I knew that he had tried to flirt with my wife on a number of previous occasions.
Diana asked me what to wear, so I laid out her thin, black chiffon wrap-around dress, a black lacey bra, little lace panties and sheer thigh-high stockings. She asked me if the outfit wasn't a little bit too revealing, but I lied, saying, "of course not"! She started to look for a slip to wear under the dress but I told her that she looked much sexier without one. Again, she wondered if the dress was too see-through, but I said it wasn't, even though I was already very aroused by the sight of Diana's body so visible through the thin chiffon. I kissed and fondled Diana before we left, my cock already straining with excitement, but she told me that I was spoiling her make-up.......my God, she looked edible and I wanted to fuck her on the hall-way floor!
As we walked to the car, I realized that her little panties and stockings could be easily seen through her thin dress. I also saw that she had not pinned the front of the dress very well, so that the wrap-around part kept opening as she walked, exposing glimpses of her stocking-tops and panties. I was so hard in the car....and so excited with anticipation.
To cut a long story short, we met Paul and Kurt who were. as you might have guessed, all over Diana during dinner. When she went to the ladies' room, both men stared at her body and Paul told me that he thought she was the sexiest woman he had ever known. During diner, both Paul and Kurt kept touching my wife, flirting. I guess I was feeling a mixture of emotions...pride....excitement and also a strange erotic jealousy as both men fondled my wife.
After dinner, we all went back to our house, Paul and Kurt following in Paul's car. I thought that Diana would change into something else when we got back, but she didn't. I know that she was pleased by all the attention she had received at dinner, but she did say that she thought Paul was being rather pushy, aggressive and a little over-bearing. I had asked her in the car if she didn't' find both guys attractive...she didn't really answer. However, I put my hand on her panties and I could feel how wet she was! I didn't say anything either, but there was a discernible "electricity" in the air!
When Paul and Kurt came in, I made them both a drink. They sat down on our large sofa and Paul told Diana to sit between the. At first she said no, but Paul was insistent and I just said to her..." go on, he won't bite!" Diana, reluctantly I think, went and sat down between the two men. I was sitting opposite. We chatted and I noticed that Paul had his hand on my wife's thigh. Kurt had his arm around the back of sofa and appeared to be touching or massaging the back of Diana's neck. I watched, fascinated and more that a little aroused, as Paul edged my wife's dress open, revealing her thigh-highs and panties. I got up to put on some music, thinking that this would maybe alleviate the obvious sexual tension. I admit it....now that Paul and Kurt were so close to Diana, I was feeling both scared and more than a little helpless. As I stood up, Paul said, "What are you doing Mark? Sit back down; we are just having a little fun and I'm sure that Diana is enjoying herself, aren't you darling?" I looked at Diana who gave a sort of half-smile. I knew that she was very nervous but also aroused. I did as Paul said and sat back down. Paul grinned at me and then said to Diana, "You know, you are such a sexy woman and I have been wanting to kiss you all night...do you think that your husband will object?" Diana glanced at me...I just sat there...hesitating....frightened...feeling so inadequate...and mumbled something like, "Well. it's up to Diana."
Paul laughed, reached over and began to kiss my wife's lips.....her face....his hands on her thighs, pulling open her dress. I watched as Diana struggled. Kurt now had pulled open the top of my wife's dress, revealing her lacey bra. As Paul kissed her hard, Diana kicked legs but that only caused her dress to open more widely. Paul had one hand now on my wife's panties and I could se that he had slipped his fingers under the lace and was inserting them into Diana's pussy. I could hear his fingers manipulating her clitoris and pussy lips and I knew that she was absolutely soaking wet!
Diana still continued to struggle and she tried to shout in a half-scream..."Mark - get this bastard off me...stop him. Oh God, get your hands off me, Paul...leave me alone....damn you!!" But of course, this just seemed to arouse Paul more. Kurt had undone my wife's bra and flung it to the floor. Paul and Kurt pinned Diana to the sofa, using their arms and legs. Paul was breathing very heavily. He was obviously filled with lust and I knew that I was not going to be able to stop them fucking Diana. he shouted at me, "Hey Mark....you have a hot little wife here, she's begging to be fucked...I don't think you can satisfy her....feel how fucking wet she is...look at those nipples - so hard...Oh man... she wants it badly, the little slut"
I sat there, powerless, useless...understanding what it meant to be a Wimp, a cuckold, as my boss and my colleague ran their hands over my wife's body, pinching and biting her nipples, squeezing her breasts and running their fingers over and into her pussy. In a second, Paul and Kurt almost ripped Diana's thin dress off....and she sat between them, clad only in her tiny lace panties.
"Suck my cock," Paul suddenly commanded her. Diana slipped to the floor, on her knees and unzipped Paul's pants. She began to fondle then suck his big hard cock as he leant back on the sofa. I was rubbing myself through my pants as I watched my wife now greedily suck my boss's big cock....and then she reached over, opened Kurt's pants, and took out his cock. Soon, she was sucking both Paul and Kurt, as the two men sat there, telling my wife what a great cock-sucker she was. She held their cocks and licked them, using her tongue, her lips. God - it was so erotic.
I got up and came over to Diana. I knelt down next to her and touched her panties. They were almost dripping with her juices. I ran my fingers along her pussy and ass-crack and kissed her face as she continued to suck Paul and Kurt. She looked at me as if to say....what else can I do...how can I stop these men fucking me.....can't you help me Mark.....can't you protect me? I just kissed her and continued to play with her pussy...my fingers covered in her juices...then gently inserting a wet finger into her tight little ass-hole. Diana was squirming and wriggling as I fingered her, but kept sucking the two men. Paul then said, "Diana darling, you are a lovely little cock-sucker. Now let's see if that husband of yours can suck as well as you can!" I looked up at him, took his cock in my hand and began to lick the top of his cock-head before taking it in my lips. I could taste his salty pre-cum and I knew that I loved it. I wanted to suck my boss's cock so badly.
Diana was sucking Kurt and I was sucking Paul. Then Paul ordered us to switch, so we took it turns for a few minutes, one of us sucking Paul, the other sucking Kurt and, sometimes, both of us sucking one cock at the same time. I knew that both men were close to cumming....and suddenly, as I was still licking Paul and playing with his balls, Kurt began to moan and then cum, all over my wife's face and into her mouth. Diana licked his cum from his cock and I turned to lick her face, tasting Kurt's cum on her lips.
Paul ordered me to stop sucking him. He stood up, pulled Diana to her feet and said," Ok Mrs. Baker...I want to fuck you now that your husband has got me nice and hard. Bend over that chair," he commanded. He pushed my wife face down over the arm of a chair, ripped her panties aside and plunged his cock deep into her wet pussy. You could hear him pounding into my wife, her wet cunt accepting his big thick cock. Diana was whimpering....making little noises as if she was crying as Paul rammed his dick hard into my wife's cunt. He grunted then shuddered and I realized that he was going to cum inside Diana. He suddenly screamed, "Oh fuck...fuck...I'm going to fuckin' cum..." and he exploded into Diana's pussy. She could hardly stand, her legs were trembling as Paul filled her with cum.
I could see some of his cum was already dripping down Diana's legs and I was on the verge of cumming also. Paul pulled his still half-erect cock from my wife's pussy, slapped her ass with it, straining the last remaining drops of cum into her ass-crack, then turned, looked at me and said, "Come here wimp and lick your wife's juices off my cock. Taste her cum on me....come on boy....come here." I did as I was told and began to clean Paul's cock. I was so turned-on, tasting both Diana and Paul and I thought that I would cum just licking him!
By now, Kurt was hard again and he told Diana to straddle him. He lay back on the sofa and my wife sat on top of him, riding his erect cock. She was lost in sexual ecstasy, humiliated, degraded and now completely caught up in sheer animal sex. Kurt held her breasts and tightly pinched her nipples as my wife rode him....taking all his cock...before she screamed out that she was going to cum. She arched backwards and came violently as Kurt continued to fuck her. She came again and then Kurt came. She lay exhausted on top of Kurt, leaning on his chest as he kissed her damp face. I just stood there and stroked myself to orgasm in a matter of seconds as Paul sat next to them, stroking his hardening cock.
To be continued...