My Hubby Gets Me Ready For His Boss

And it was exquisite. I just can’t help myself.

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Lance Reynolds had turned my life inside out.

I guess that’s what happens when you let your husband’s boss fuck you on your dinner table. My hubby Ralph had watched the whole sordid affair, but instead he’d stroked the biggest load I’d ever seen him manage right onto my cheating face.

It’s the kind of behavior that is frowned on by civilized society, but there is nothing civilized about Lance Reynolds. He dominates the top of the food chain in our little town. A wealthy hedge fund billionaire who owned the largest businesses in town. He was the alpha male, and he knew it. Most of our community seemed to work for him in one way or another.

In my case, it was the other.

Months ago, it had come to my attention that there were two routes to promotion at Reynolds Capital.

The first method was for your husband to work sixty hour weeks, grinding away and hoping he was good at his job to bring home the sort of paycheck you wanted to live on. The sort that would keep me in the lifestyle to which I had grown accustomed. The sort of money that made neighbours jealous.

The other surefire way to promotion was to get under Lance Reynolds. Or on top of him, whatever his mood dictated, really. I’d done both.

Lance Reynolds was a man of very particular appetite.

He enjoyed taking what didn’t belong to him, and the married wives of his employees were his favorite sport. I wasn’t the first, and I doubted that I would be the last.

I had done him right there on our dinner table while my husband watched.

Lance had clearly pegged him for a cuckold the moment they met and when we’d invited him for dinner it had been like a self-fulfilling prophecy. My husband capitulating as Lance showed him what a woman really needed.

Lance was well endowed, handsome and for a man his age, had remarkable stamina. He’d enjoyed me in his office countless times since and made a habit of swinging by the house when the mood took him. I didn’t technically work for him, but the more time I spent in his company, the better life seemed to get for us.

“What are you thinking Hun?” The question came from my husband. He was driving our worn-out sedan as we headed to the office to meet his boss.

“I was just thinking we needed to upgrade the car. Now that you’re VP of Reynolds Capital, you need a vehicle that better fits your status. We can’t have the other employees thinking they’re doing better than you.”

He nodded. “I suppose you’re right, and we certainly have the cash for it. Did you see the size of last week’s pay packet?”

I smiled even wider. I couldn’t help it, I hadn’t seen anything that big since Lance had bent me over his desk last week.

“Right?” I laughed. “It’s incredible.”

I was trying to pour on the enthusiasm in the hope he got excited too. Life had been a little tense with my husband in recent weeks. I couldn’t blame him. Another man had practically moved himself into our lives, and my very willing pussy.

And while Ralph had begun as a reluctant albeit excitable cuckold. Things had evolved since then. His promotions had made him an executive and granted him privileges of his own. Privileges of the sort Lance enjoyed with the many willing wives of Reynolds Capital.

My husband was also broadening his sexual horizons. With my infidelity, I had no grounds to question his newfound ability to get other women into bed.

That I knew of, he had used that slut, Trina Goldman dozens of times. He’d also enjoyed Lauren, Lance’s secretary and hot-as-hell sidepiece. We’d even shared her once.

Last but not least there was Melissa, that tight little nineteen-year-old harlot eager to advance her husband’s position by clinging to mine. Ralph had met her during an orgy to celebrate his newest promotion.

Who knew how many others there had been. He was spending a lot of time at the office. I couldn’t really ask him about it. That would be petty. I had slept with more than Lance and my husband knew it. He’d watched most of the encounters.

He’d watched Lance and Pearse take me in the office, like it was a spectator sport. Witnessing the very first time I’d enjoyed two men at once.

He’d lost a bet with Pearse and watched me get gang-banged by the wealthy black billionaire and his friends. The experience was extraordinary. There was nothing like the feeling of satisfying multiple men. Having them melt like eager putty in my hands as I milked their soul right out of their cock.

Perhaps Trina was right. Maybe I was a slut too.

Ralph’s latest promotion to Vice President had placed more distance than ever between us. Perhaps because of the manner in which I’d earned it for him. As hubby had started asserting himself, Lance had made his final ask.

Ralph would get to fill the vacant Vice President’s role at Reynolds Capital if I gave up my birth control and let his boss fill me up. Lance wanted to put his baby in me.

Even now the very thought of what we’d done sent a guilty thrill through me. There was something deliciously taboo about it. My parents would be furious if they knew the truth, but it turns out that the forbidden fruit tastes best.

Besides I didn’t have any children. My husband had a daughter of his own, Callie, who it turns out was far more of a slut than he realised, but I didn’t want to tell him how I knew that. That I feared might be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Truth be told I was eager to indulge Lance. I had never had children of my own, and figured Ralph was past the point of wanting them. After all he was a good decade older than me

When Lance had dangled the new promotion over our heads, I’d gone for it at once.

Sure. I wanted the thrill, but that wasn’t my only consideration. I also wanted insurance.

In my experience men tire of what they have. If Lance ever got bored of me, or Ralph managed to piss his boss off, this was my insurance to make sure I never went back to poverty place.

My child would be the heir to the kingdom. I would have the child of the city’s wealthiest bachelor, and I would never have to fight for my meal ticket. Call me selfish, but that was a prize worth fighting for worth cuckolding my husband for.

I loved Ralph, but I also loved these new experiences. His inviting Lance into our home and marriage had opened our lives in ways I never thought possible.

Seven months from now, we would be welcoming Lance’s first child into the world. I would rest a little easier, but until then Lance’s favor felt like something that could be lost. There was no shortage of women willing to throw themselves at him.

I did worry that between now and then, I might very well lose my husband. When I’d started cuckolding him, he was an account manager, with limited prospects that was arguably punching well above his weight in the relationship department.

Or so everyone who had ever met us had told him.

Now he was the Vice President and a very promising meal ticket. Other women seemed drawn to him. He might not have been hung like Lance, but that didn’t stop them carrying out his every whim in the hope of stealing him for themselves.

Ever since Lance had succeeded in breeding me, I had been sure to give him more attention than ever.

I had even given him a blow job in the shower this morning. Looking up at him from my knees, I knew he’d loved every minute of it.

The memory made me smile. He was more confident now.

“Thanks for joining me in the shower this morning,” I whispered as my hand stroked the front of his pants, teasing him to a tent.

“I should thank you,” he replied. “You certainly got my day off to a flying start.”

It had taken me a good ten minutes to wash his seed out of my hair, but it also ensured he was well taken care of. Which was important given where we were headed.

It would make him less susceptible to the women who would invariably hit on him during the day. It would also make him a little less likely to buck at whatever surprise Lance was about to spring on us. If I went into that office with two horny bastards, I might not be able to walk for days.

“What do you think Lance wants?” Ralph asked reaching for my thigh. “He did ask us to come together.”

For once I had no idea what his boss had planned. Part of that excited me, part of it worried me.

“I’m just as in the dark as you are dear, but whatever it is, we are in this together, right?” My husband’s hand rode further up my thigh. “Of course we are dear.”

His hand slid higher and higher, hiking my skirt up until he had easy access to my thong.

“You need to keep your attention on the road,” I whispered.

With confidence he would never have managed months ago he laughed. “Oh, I’m watching it. It’s only right I return the favor.”

His hand pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. The new Ralph was more confident, assertive and assured of what he wanted.

Right now he seemed determined to be inside me.

He stroked and teased my clit before roaming further south.

His fingers slid into me easily. I was already wet, but I didn’t want him to think it was the thought of his boss who made me that way.

“That’s it baby,” I encouraged. “Just like that.”

I guided his hand a little, while my other squeezed my nipple through my bra. How I would have liked to tear it off, but that’s the sort of thing that would get me arrested. Driving topless through downtown, the police would have a fit.

So instead, I eased my seat back, parted my legs and smiled blissfully as my husband rather expertly fingered me toward bliss.

His boss might have passed through my mind once or twice, I couldn’t help it. That sex was some of the best I’d ever had in my life.

I gripped my husband’s hand, his two fingers curled up inside me as my body trembled.

“Come for me my naughty little wife,” he instructed.

I did, my arousal rolling through me in waves as we pulled up at a set of traffic lights.

His wet fingers retreated, but I grabbed his hand and pulled them to my lips. Sucking them clean before planting a kiss on the back of his hand.

I smiled coyly at him. “Thank you, baby.”

I wondered if he realised just how wet he’d got me for his boss. It was shaping up to be a wonderful day.

Ready for some more mischief. Don’t worry it will be coming soon.

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