My husband gets a new job, and his boss invites us over to his house for dinner with his wife. After dinner... and a lot of wine... he corners me in the kitchen and fucks me. Then, when I look through the pass-through opening over the sink, I see his wife giving my husband a blowjob in the living room.
My husband, Travis, joined the Carrier Corporation at one of its biggest manufacturing plants in Syracuse, NY back in the late 90’s... just a few years before they moved their A/C production facilities out of the northeast, and relocated them to several southern states and overseas. A lot of employees lost their jobs at that time, so my husband was ecstatic... and relieved... when he was offered a position at their corporate headquarters in Farmington, CT... about twenty minutes west of downtown Hartford.
He happily joined their International Marketing department, and found himself working for Bruce... a native Connecticuter... who was responsible for Carrier’s entire marketing division, both domestic and international.
Things went well for Travis right off the bat... he was excellent at marketing and sales strategies, so he and Bruce worked well together and did good things for the company’s brand recognition and sales revenue. Bruce seemed to take him under his wing... which Travis embraced... and the two of them appeared to be squarely on the same wavelength... like two peas in a pod.
Toward the end of our first year in Connecticut, Carrier threw a company Christmas party for its employees, where I got to meet my husband’s boss and his wife.
Bruce seemed like a nice guy... he was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair... he seemed to be in really good shape for a guy in his early fifties. He was pleasant and charming... so I could see why Travis thought he was a good boss... and I couldn’t help but notice that he was easy on the eyes, too.
His wife, Katerina, was absolutely stunning, who... even in her late forties... stood out among the other employees’ wives at the party. She wore a gorgeous, glittering, backless evening gown that cinched at her narrow waist, and flowed elegantly around her ankles... with a low-cut, scoop-neck top that showed off plenty of bra-less cleavage and highlighted her impressive... and jiggly... C-cup breasts.
Before I’d even met her, I could tell that she was clearly the belle of the ball... her opulent gown and exposed décolletage catching everyone’s attention... including mine. It was obvious that none of the guys at the party... along with my husband... could keep from surreptitiously gawking at her, and her unfettered tits, periodically throughout the evening.
I was wearing a form-fitting, floor-length, wrap-around gown... with a deep-V, cross-over in front that separated and accentuated my large, natural, E-cup boobs... so I was getting the same looks from the same guys... including her husband... all evening.
I smiled as my husband introduced me to his boss... who then turned and introduced me to his wife. I liked the idea that there was someone else in the room to share the blatant sexual scrutiny I was always subjected to at these events. Having big breasts, a shapely body, and a pretty face seemed to turn every eye in just about every room I’ve ever entered... not that I was complaining.
As we shook hands, I noticed her eyes drift down to my own plunging neckline and gently swaying boobs... then back up to my face, and... with an appreciative smile... said, “Hi, I’m Katerina... my friends call me ‘Kat’... welcome to Connecticut... my husband says that Travis has been a great addition to his international marketing team.”
When our eyes met, I saw something in the look on her face that suggested to me that she actually enjoyed the attention, as well.
With a conspiratorial, “we get each other” grin on my face, I replied, “Hi, Kat... I’m Lynn... yeah, moving here has been great so far... we found a beautiful place in West Simsbury, which we love. And my husband tells me that Bruce is the kind of boss he’s always wanted to work for, so he’s definitely enjoying the new position.”
We stood together and chatted for a few more minutes... enjoying each other’s company quite a bit... then headed off in different directions, accompanying our husbands as they circulated among the other party-goers... boasting about client deals won, and commiserating about those they’d lost... intermixed with stories about family milestones during the nearly expended year... like a child losing their first tooth, or a teenager graduating from middle school to high school.
It was a very nice party... the food was delicious, the ambiance was festive, and Travis’ co-workers were friendly and jovial... by the time we left for home, my husband and I were pleasantly exhausted.
On Monday of the following week, Travis came home from work in a chipper mood... smiling broadly as he tracked me down in the kitchen, and excitedly told me the ‘good news’.
“Bruce tells me that he and his wife were really impressed with you at the Christmas party, Lynn... he’s invited us over to their place for dinner this weekend.”
I smiled at my husband, and said, “Sounds nice... yeah, I liked them, too... just a casual thing? Or something more formal?”
“Nope... just casual. I think he’s considering me for a promotion, too... so, maybe this is part of his vetting process.”
I chuckled, and said, “Sounds exciting, hon”, then we sat and enjoyed the meal I’d prepared, while Travis carried on about how special it was to be chosen from all his other co-workers to be invited for a meal at his boss’ house.
I enjoyed seeing Travis so excited and, since I’d really enjoyed both Bruce and his wife at the party, I found myself looking forward to the upcoming evening with the two of them, as well.
When Saturday afternoon rolled around, I took a shower... then put on a robe and sat down at my vanity to work on my hair and make-up, while Travis went into the bathroom to start his shower.
I had just finished my make-up when Travis stepped up behind me... fresh out of the shower, and totally naked... with a nearly erect boner bouncing around between his legs.
He leaned forward and reached around me... pulling my robe open... and grabbing both of my heavy breasts... squeezing the soft boob flesh with his hands, and finding my thick nipples with his thumbs and fingers.
Grinning slightly, I playfully exclaimed, “W-wait... what the fuck, Trav... I’m trying to get ready for dinner with your boss.”
Staring at the reflection of his hands in the mirror... massaging my pendulous tits, and pulling on my awakening nipples... he rubbed his stiff hard-on against my back, and said, “I know, hon... but I have something that needs your attention.”
I laughed as I spun around on my plush vanity stool... my robe hanging wide open so he could continue fondling my boobs... and said, “I can see that.... well, let’s see if I can help you out”... then sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.
I used one hand to stroke the shaft of his engorged prick, and used my other hand to caress his dangling nutsack... while bobbing my head back and forth on his rigid pole until he was fully erect. It didn’t take long before his swollen dick was throbbing in my pumping fist.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and stood me up... then spun me around so that I was facing my reflection in the vanity mirror. He bent me forward... my hands resting on the top of my vanity for support and my heavy tits swinging back and forth beneath my chest... then pulled one of my legs up, and placed my foot on the vanity stool... leaving my naked pussy totally exposed to his engorged hard-on.
Smiling at his reflection, I watched his lascivious grin in the mirror as he grabbed my hip with one hand, and his straining erection with the other hand... then lined up the tip of his cock with my slippery wet vagina opening... and shoved it inside of me with a raspy groan.
I caught my breath when he entered me... then moaned softly, as he began rocking his hips... sliding further and further into my cunt with every one of his forward thrusts.
He pumped his rigid pole in and out of my slippery wet pussy... over and over and over... my dangling boobs smacking into each other in rhythm with his rocking hips. Mumbling his pleasure, he reached around and grabbed both of my breasts... squeezing the soft, pillowy flesh, and playfully pinching my rock-hard nipples.
I closed my eyes and moaned... as I reached between my legs with one hand and found my plump clitoris. I began rubbing it furiously back and forth... a burgeoning orgasm building deliciously between my legs... as I relished the feeling of Travis’ stiff cock slamming in and out of my totally drenched snatch.
With my eyes still closed, I let out a keening groan... then caught my breath... as an intense, leg-shaking climax wracked my entire body.
“Oh, fuck, Travis... fuck... fuck... fuck... yeah... damn, that feels so fucking good.”
Travis slowed down as I reveled in the warm, tingly sensations of my wonderful orgasm... then picked up the pace again... plowing his steely pole in and out of my vagina in earnest... until he suddenly let out a groan... then slammed his pulsating prick as far into me as it would go... and blasted rope after rope of white, creamy jizzm all over the walls of my sodden cunt.
My God, that felt amazing! I could barely stand up on my trembling legs, as he continued sliding his spent cock in and out of my pussy... even after his nutsack was empty... while we both wallowed in the blissful aftermath of our delightful orgasms.
Sex with my husband was always like this... warm, tingly and delicious. I loved that he knew he could take me anywhere, and any time he wanted.
Once our breathing had returned to normal, Travis pulled his softening dick out of my pussy, and I turned around... bent over... and sucked his cock into my mouth to clean it off. After that we both cleaned up in the bathroom... I touched-up my make-up... then we got dressed and headed over to his boss’ place in Devonwood for dinner.
Devonwood is a gorgeous, affluent neighborhood... and we were both struck by the sheer grandeur of Bruce’s beautiful, big estate... with incredibly stylish décor and elegant landscaping adding to its majesty. It made sense... he was the big boss... and I could tell that Travis was totally smitten with the whole situation.
We arrived a few minutes late... probably because of our quickie before leaving the house... but Bruce and Katerina didn’t seem to notice... or, at least, they were nice enough not to say anything.
Dinner was absolutely delicious, and the four of us had a wonderful time chatting, telling jokes, laughing, and drinking wine... lots and lots of wine.
After the meal, we lounged in the living room... sipping even more wine, and continuing our earlier chit-chat... enjoying the warm glow of the grape, while occasionally dipping into double-entendres and playful sexual banter during our conversation.
When my wine glass was empty, I excused myself and headed into the kitchen to refill it. I was a little surprised when Bruce followed me, although I didn’t really give it much thought.
As I was pouring Chardonnay into my glass, Bruce stood next to me and said, “I really like that outfit on you... it definitely suits you.”
I was wearing a simple, casual tube-style dress that hugged the curves of my body, and came to about mid-thigh... I guess you could call it a ‘mini-dress’... with spaghetti straps to hold up the top over my heavy, unfettered boobs.
When I looked up at him to thank him for the compliment, I could see that his eyes were locked onto my pendulous tits... stretching the fabric of my dress, and creating obvious nipple bumps that he clearly appreciated.
I blushed slightly... then grinned, and said, “Thank you, Bruce... I wasn’t sure what to wear, but Travis said it was casual... so this is what I came up with.”
My cheeks blushed even more when Bruce surprised me by reaching out and squeezing one of my breasts. I didn’t react immediately, which he must have taken as a green light, because he grabbed a bigger handful of my boob, while he slipped his other hand under my dress, and began sliding his fingers back and forth along my pussy lips through my panties.
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, I didn’t actually push his hands away... maybe because of all the wine I’d been drinking, or maybe just that he was Travis’ boss... but I kind of giggled, and whispered, “W-what are you doing, Bruce? Our spouses are right in the next room!”
With one hand still massaging my left tit, and the other one still between my legs, he chuckled, and said, “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I met you at the Christmas party... my God, Lynn, your tits are incredible.”
Still in shock, I whispered, “Yeah, but... still...”
He grinned at me, and said, “C’mere... take a look”, as he pulled me over to the large, cut-out section of wall directly over the sink, which provided a decent sized opening between the kitchen and the living room. This old-style “pass through” space was originally designed to allow people in the kitchen to interact with others in the living room... so anyone standing at the sink in the kitchen could see everything going on in the other room.
With his hands still massaging my boobs through my dress, he nodded his head toward the living room.
When I turned my head to follow his gaze... I saw my husband sitting on the sofa... his legs spread, his pants unzipped, and his cock sticking straight up in the air... with Bruce’s wife sucking on Travis’ rigid hard-on... her blouse unbuttoned, and her beautiful tits bouncing around in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist.
In a daze, I watched my husband... with his eyes closed, and his hands clasped behind his head... enjoying a blowjob from his boss’ wife.
Meanwhile, Bruce was standing behind me... he’d slipped the straps off my shoulders, and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, so that my breasts sprung free and wobbled around on my chest... his hands reaching around to enthusiastically fondle and squeeze my jiggling tits.
Still mesmerized by what I was seeing in the living room, I didn’t really react when I felt Bruce release one of my boobs... and use that hand to pull the hem of my dress up past my ass cheeks... then yank my panties down to my knees.
In the same motion, he bent me over the counter... still facing the living room, and continuing to watch his wife sucking my husband’s cock... as he nudged my legs apart and began playing with my exposed vagina.
Bruce’s hands were beginning to have their desired effect, and I let out a moan, as I felt my nipples stiffen against the palm of his hand, and my pussy becoming moist in response to his probing fingers.
In my fugue state, I heard the sound of a zipper, but it didn’t really register... as I continued to focus on Katerina’s head bobbing up and down on my husband’s throbbing erection. So, when the tip of Bruce’s cock found my pussy opening, my eyes opened wide, my jaw dropped... and I let out a surprised yelp... as he slid it past my pussy lips and shoved it inside me.
My mind was reeling, but I was brought back to the moment when I felt how incredibly big Bruce’s prick was. Holy shit, it nearly split me in two... but, my God, it felt incredible!
“Holy shit, Bruce... you’re fucking huge!”
I heard him chuckle, as he pushed the head of his incredible cock as far as he could inside me... then held it there, as I slowly... but surely.... began to accommodate his enormous member.
I closed my eyes and let out a guttural moan... then spread my legs a little wider... as he started sliding his thick boner in and out of my wet vagina... completely filling my cunt, and stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before. His wide, bulbous head was hitting all the right spots inside me, making me wetter and wetter, as he pumped his stiff erection in and out of my drenched cunt... my pussy juices leaking out from around his pounding prick and dripping down the inside of my thighs... while he slammed his rigid pole deeper and deeper with every forward lunge.
Without warning, an incredible, intense orgasm washed over my entire body like a tidal wave... leaving me grunting and gasping for air... as Bruce continued to massage my flailing tits, while plowing his huge hard-on in and out of my sloppy wet pussy from behind.
As I enjoyed the remnants of my leg-shaking climax, I opened my eyes and saw that Katerina had pulled my husband’s cock out of her mouth, and had climbed onto the sofa... straddling his hips... using one hand to guide his erection, as she lowered herself onto it... letting out a throaty, lingering groan as it slipped past her labia and entered her vagina.
Kat began bouncing up and down on Travis’ hard-on, while he toyed with her quivering boobs and taut nipples... both of them swearing and moaning, as they found a rhythm to their rocking hips.
At the same time, I felt Bruce pick up the pace... then lean forward... grunting and murmuring in my ear that he was about to cum. But he totally surprised me when he pulled his cock out of my pussy... spun me around... pushed me to my knees... and told me to open my mouth.
Stunned, I didn’t react quickly enough, and his first stream of cum hit me on my cheek. I immediately opened up, and he blasted the next several ropes of jizzm into my mouth, and onto my tongue.
I swallowed... then opened up again, when he shoved his still rigid boner into my mouth... sliding it back and forth... while I stroked it with my hand, and used my lips and tongue to clean it off.
I was surprised again when Bruce’s cock didn’t get soft... but remained nearly erect, as he helped me to my feet... still caressing and pulling on my boobs, while continuing to tweak my extremely aroused nipples.
I glanced into the living room again through the pass-through opening, and saw Kat still bouncing up and down on my husband’s swollen dick... but leaning forward... with her taut nipples pressed into his mouth... as she twerked her hips... grinding her clit against the base of his stiff shaft.
Still somewhat hypnotized by the turn of events... Bruce’s huge cock, and my recent incredible orgasm... I was happy to let Bruce re-position me in the kitchen... first turning me to face him... then lifting me onto the kitchen counter just to the left of the sink.
He pulled my panties the rest of the way off... tossed them onto the counter next to me... then pushed my legs apart... grinning salaciously, as his eyes locked onto my dripping wet, gaping vagina.
I watched as he bent down and leaned into my crotch... quickly finding my engorged nub with his mouth. He used his tongue and lips to rub tight little circles around the tip... flicking and sucking... as my shock slowly faded away, and I began slowly tossing my head back and forth, while murmuring my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Bruce... yeah... keep going... yeah... right there... my God, that feels great... shit, yeah... for fuck sake, keep going...”
Bruce was pretty good at eating out a pussy, and it wasn’t long before I caught my breath... twerked my hips... then creamed all over his mouth and chin... wriggling my butt, and mewling about how good it felt.
In this position, I was facing away from the living room, but... as I was relishing my latest climax, I heard Bruce’s wife suddenly let out a low, keening moan... as she came all over my husband’s cock. Shortly after that... while I was still enjoying the remnants of my latest orgasm... I heard my husband let out a grunt... followed by a guttural growl... as he blasted a load of warm, creamy splooge into Kat’s slippery wet pussy.
Right about then Bruce started up again with his tongue, and I climaxed again in no time at all... still sitting on the granite countertop... my legs spread wide... my feet draped over Bruce’s shoulders... my throbbing clit and dripping cunt totally exposed to his warm, wet mouth and probing tongue.
Oh, my God... I was in heaven!
I was still kind of stunned... my legs trembling slightly... as I reveled in the euphoric sensations coursing through my body... while listening to my husband and Bruce’s wife breathing hard, and mumbling about how amazing their orgasms were.
Then, in the midst of my waning climax, Bruce stood up... pulled my hips to the edge of the counter... grabbed his raging boner with one hand, and lined it up with my totally drenched vagina opening. In one massive thrust, he slammed his rock-hard prick into my gaping, sloppy wet pussy.... causing me to let out a surprised yelp... followed by a lingering moan... as his wide, mushroom-shaped head slid deep inside my extremely aroused cunt.
He began pounding away between my legs... happily watching my heavy breasts bouncing around wildly between us... slapping into each other with every one of his forward lunges... while the two of us grunted and moaned in rhythm with his thrusting hips.
With his huge cock stimulating my distended clitoris perfectly, it didn’t take long before I suddenly let out a squeal... and came... again... creaming all over his pummeling hard-on.
Oh, fuck... that felt incredible! I didn’t want it to end....
Bruce slowed down while my delicious climax washed over me from nipple to clit... then picked up the pace again... grunting and hammering away, until he suddenly caught his breath... then slowly let it out... along with a low, raspy groan... as he rocked his hips and spewed stream after stream of white, creamy splooge deep inside my sloppy wet cunt.
Afterward... still dazed, but floating on a wave of erotic pleasure... I slid off the counter and knelt down in front of him... sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth... and cleaning it off with my lips and tongue. Once I finished pulling out the last few drops of cum from his still semi-hard prick... I licked them away with my tongue... gave his thick, veiny shaft a few extra tugs... then a quick peck on the head... before tucking it back into his slacks, and pulling up his zipper.
I used a kitchen towel to clean between my legs and wipe Bruce’s cum from my cheek. Then... while I slipped my panties back on and straightened out my dress... my husband’s boss poured four glasses of champagne, and we each carried two of the filled glasses into the living room.
Kat was still straddling my husband’s lap... leaning forward, with her perfect tits squashed against his chest... both of them breathing hard, as they enjoyed the fading remnants of their recent orgasms.
When Bruce and I arrived with the champagne, Kat climbed off my husband’s cock, and plopped onto the sofa between us... her blouse still hanging open, with her dangling boobs swaying back and forth on her chest. Travis remained sitting on his end of the couch, with his still semi-erect prick sticking out of his unzipped pants... almost quivering from his recent climax.
I handed Kat one of the glasses of champagne, while Bruce handed Travis one of the flutes he was carrying... then he settled into the overstuffed chair on the other side of Travis.
With glazed, satiated smiles on our faces, we looked at each other silently for a moment... then Bruce raised his glass, and said, “Here’s to next time”.
As we all clinked glasses, I looked at my husband... smiled a bright, gratified smile... and said, “To next time!”