Cuckold / Boss / Cheating Erotica

My Boss Has Been Riding Me Hard

He’s kept me back three times this week, and my husband is starting to get suspicious.

I must admit, I just love the feeling of hardwood. The cool feeling of its polished surface against my back was a keen contrast to the burning heat between my thighs. I groaned in feverish pleasure as he parted my folds with his tongue.

Damn. He was good at that.

If my husband was half as good with his tongue as my boss was, I’m sure I’d spend more time at home. He hadn’t been thrilled when I’d taken this new gig, secretary to a high-powered executive, he complained I’d spend all my time working and commuting.

I’d figured he was jealous. Turns out I was right; he was, and he had a lot to be jealous of. A whole lot of hard wood.

My boss found my clit and tongued it eagerly.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” I gasped as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my soaked sex.

The enthusiasm only encouraged him, and he ate me with a vigor that made my husband’s meager efforts pale in comparison.

I could feel my excitement building, until the sound of my phone ringing shocked me back to the present.

My boss stopped as I reached over and grabbed the phone. Picking it up I looked at the caller ID. My husband. No surprises there, I was already thirty minutes late home, and I hadn’t left the office yet.

“Answer it,” my boss directed.

“I don’t want him spoiling our fun,” I replied, opening my thighs to him once more.

My boss’ eyes narrowed on me, as he stared up my naked body. “It was not a request, answer the phone.”

I felt a twinge of guilt as I answered the call and pressed it to my ear.

“Hello,” was all I got out before my boss’s tongue found it’s way back to my clit.

“Hey,” my husband’s voice filled my ear. “Just thought I’d check when you are getting home.”

My hips bucked of their own accord as my boss lapped at my soaked sex.

“Sorry babe,” I tried not to groan. “We have some reports that are overdue. Boss kept us late to finish them.”

“That’s the third time this week,” he groaned.

Really? I guess I’d lost count. My boss had that effect on me.

“Things are tough here,” I replied. “If we don’t deliver, I could lose my job.”

My boss’s attention drove me over the edge,

“Shit,” I groaned as I came hard, my boss sinking two fingers into me as I trembled and shook on his desk.

“Hun?” my husband asked as I bit off the groan before he got suspicious.

I sucked in a deep breath as my boss withdrew his fingers and licked me off of them.

My guilt was overtaken by arousal at the realization that my boss had just made me orgasm while my husband was listening.

“What’s going on?” He demanded.

“Sorry,” I whispered, worried my voice might betray me. “The boss just got here. I’m not meant to be on my phone.”

“I thought we’ve spoken about being on the phone on company time,” my boss said, loud enough to carry down the line.

“You’re not on company time,” my husband replied petulantly. “Put him on.”

“That’s not a good idea,” I replied, looking up at my boss.

“I don’t care, put him on. I’ve had enough,”

My boss smirked and held out his hand. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I let out a sigh and handed over the phone.

My boss took it with one hand. With the other he started undoing his belt.

He wanted me to return the favor, while he was speaking to my husband.

The thought sent an electric jolt through me.

I slid off the desk, sinking to my knees in front of him. That big boss cock was tenting his pants obscenely. I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it.

“Speak,” my boss said, raising the phone to his ear as I unzipped his fly.

I couldn’t hear what my husband was saying, I was a little distracted by the cock that sprang out of his pants. I’d seen it before. Three times this week, if my husband’s count was correct. But every time the size of it took my breath away.

I took him into my mouth, using both my hands to stroke his shaft. There was so much to work with, but I attacked the job with the same gusto he’d attacked my pussy with.

After all good boy’s deserve a reward, don’t they?

I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, while teasing his balls with my hands.

“Look here,” my boss said, dragging me to my feet. “Your wife is an integral part of our team. Unfortunately, there are things we need from her if we are to succeed in these upcoming tenders. More tenders being accepted means more business which is good for all of us, including your wife. If you want her to be successful here, you need to stop interrupting her at work.”

With one hand, he guided me back to the desk, bending me over it. I know what he needed, and it had nothing to do with tenders.

“Which one of us is in charge here?” My boss asked before pausing.

“That’s right, me. Your wife will be home when she’s done here and not a moment sooner.”

With that, he guided his thick cock to my pussy, its thick head pushing my lips apart.

I couldn’t help myself, I let out a throaty groan of pleasure as he drove himself into me.

There was a slap as his thighs hit my ass.

“That’s right, I am,” my boss declared as he took hold of the bundled-up skirt around my waist and used it as a handle to really start fucking me.

There was easily twice as much of him as my husband was working with, and I took every inch of it, bent over his desk while my husband sat listening impotently at the other end.

The sound of him pounding into me, grew louder and louder. There was no way my husband could miss it as it echoed down the phone line. Hell, if there was anyone else in the building, they would have no doubt as to what was going on.

His pace grew frantic, as he fucked me to my second orgasm. The fact that my husband could hear my ecstasy only seemed to heighten it.

Driving himself into me to the hilt, my boss exploded inside me, each feverish stroke emptying more of his seed inside my wanton pussy.

“Ahhhh,” my boss groaned with deep satisfaction. It seemed to take him a moment to remember he still had my phone. Clearing his throat, he put my husband in his place.

“Like I said. She’ll be home when she’s finished here. We have at least three more tenders, perhaps it’s best if you don’t wait up.”

The End

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