CHEATING BOSS EROTICA

Working Late: Unsatisfied Married Office Lady Seduced by Her Boss — Part 1

Her boss is repugnant, but has an enormous asset she just can’t resist!

"Ashley, can you come in here, please?"

Ashley sighed as she picked up her pen and a small notebook she kept by her computer. She looked at the picture on her desk, reminding herself why she had taken this job. In the picture, she and Greg, her husband, stood smiling happily on their honeymoon in Hawaii. It had been a wonderful time, and it was surprising to think that it had only been six months ago.

She pushed herself out of her seat and entered Morton's office. Malachi Morton, the head of Morton Investments, sat at his large oak desk, clicking impatiently at the computer screen.

"Yes, Mr. Morton?" She said hesitantly.

Morton looked up at her with hooded eyes. He was an older, balding man with just a few wisps of gray hair at his temples. His face was round with thick lips and a wide neck sitting on top of a round body. He always wore a suit that never entirely covered up the bulge of his round belly.

"Ashley, come here please," Morton said.

Ashley moved forward slowly. She could feel Morton's greedy eyes sliding over her heavy breasts. Ashley had tried to wear more conservative clothing, but the size of her breasts and her round, shapely bottom were hard to conceal even in the most unflattering business suits.

Despite the armor of her clothes, she felt naked under Martin's hungry stare as she came to the side of the desk.

Morton turned the computer towards her, sliding the keyboard and mouse in front so she could have access.

"I can't get into the Robinson spreadsheet," Morton said, hitting the keyboard angrily. "Can you access it from here?"

"Yes, Mr. Morton," she said. "Would you like the password again?"

"No, just enter it in here, please," Morton said, stabbing a fat finger at the keyboard.

Morton rolled his chair back a few inches to allow her access to the computer. Ashley bent over to type in the password. Morton said nothing, but she could hear his breathing become heavier and faster. She tried to ignore the way his gaze slid from her hair, down her body, and along the ample curve of her breasts. They stopped there, then crept slowly down over her round buttocks and firm calves.

Ashley's cheeks burned. Morton had been this way from the very first moment they met during her interview. Her boss could not keep his eyes off of her body. She had known when she'd gotten the job that at least part of the reason was for her looks.

Morton looking at her wasn't the problem. She was used to men looking at her. She'd been using her looks in one way or another all of her life. The problem was the way he looked at her. Hungry and lustful. He had never made an overt move or comment, but just his looks were enough to make her feel violated.

She would have quit if she could. But even with Greg working long hours at the law office, they needed the money. Once Greg got promoted, then maybe she could quit, and they could start on that family they had talked about.

For now, she would have to endure Morton's hungry looks.

Distracted, Ashley mistyped the password and had to start all over again, making the moment last far longer than she wanted it to. Finally, she stood up and turned. Morton slowly scanned her body until his heavy-lidded eyes settled on her face. Ashley suppressed a shiver.

"Did you... Did you need anything else, Mr. Morton?"

Morton's thick lips curled into a smile. Ashley half expected him to lick his lips as he looked at her, but he managed to contain himself.

"No, thank you, Ashley," Morton said.

Ashley nodded silently and walked to the door of the office. Morton's voice stopped her.

"How's your husband? Gilbert is it?"

Ashley stopped and turned.

"No, Mr. Morton," she said. "It's Greg."

"Right!" Morton said, snapping his fingers. "Greg. How is Greg doing?"

Ashley had to swallow a disgusted sigh. She knew well and good that Morton was not interested in Greg. He just wanted to prolong her torment.

"He's fine, Mr. Morton," she said. "He's working hard interning at Brown and Kilbourne."

"He's been taking his sweet time getting a position there," Morton said. "When's he going to make that happen?"

"In a couple of months," Ashley said.

"Wonderful," Morton said and placed his fleshy chin on his hand, smiling at her. "You know, I could always use a good lawyer. If he ever gets tired of Brown and Kilgurn, you let me know."

Ashley nodded again. There was no way that she was telling Greg about a position at Morton Investments. She didn't want to be tied to Morton any longer than she had to be. As soon as Greg got promoted, she was out of here.

"That's very nice of you, sir," Ashley said and forced a smile. "I'll be sure and let him know."

"You do that," Morton said, then looked down at his computer. "You can go."

Ashley's face burned at the offhand dismissal. She hurried to the door but glanced back at her boss. His eyes had lifted from the screen, and he was looking at her ass. He gave her a wink, and Ashley hurried out into the lobby, finally shutting the door on Morton's hungry, lustful stare.

Ashley was still trembling as she drove home from the office. She hated to admit it, but Morton's unwanted attention affected her more than it should. It wasn't just disgust, although there was a healthy portion of that roiling around her belly. There was also a heat that started in her cheeks and spread quickly through her breasts and thighs.

Stop it!

Ashley gripped the wheel tightly in her hands and forced the feathery touches of lust deep inside of her body. By the time she pulled into the garage, she'd pushed the feelings aside.

Is it any wonder why that bastard's attention turns you on? Her mind thought traitorously as she turned off the car. It had been nearly a month since she and Greg had had sex. What with her job and his hours at the law office, their sex life had dwindled to nothing. Morton's looks, however uninviting, still made Ashley feel sexy. It was stupid and disgusting, but it wasn't a surprise for her.

The feelings returned in the shower. As she slid her hands across her body, she tried to think of Greg, but that bastard Morton intruded upon her thoughts. She could still feel his gaze as the warm spray of the shower cascaded over her skin. She lifted her full breasts and played with the large pink nipples, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine and through her crotch. Lathered up with soap, she washed her breasts, then her belly, working the lather into the fine golden hair covering her sex. She touched her pussy lightly, teasing it. The pleasure inside her sex flared, and she thought about rubbing one out right there in the shower. But having an orgasm to the thought of her overweight boss was just too much.

She needed to get her mind off that bastard. She turned the water to cold, and the water drove away from her lust, at least for the moment. She stepped out of the shower and briskly dried herself off with a fluffy yellow towel. She looked at herself in the mirror, smiled.

She was beautiful. She'd always known it ever since she'd been a little girl. As she'd grown into adulthood, she'd become used to the looks of men like Morton. She learned how to use those looks to her advantage and received pleasure from the attention. It had been the only way she'd been able to survive once her breasts had grown and her ass had rounded out.

So, why couldn't she get Greg's attention? Sure, he was tired, but shouldn't her beauty override that exhaustion? Wasn't she pretty enough or sexy enough to turn her husband's head the way she turned Morton's?

With those thoughts churning inside of her brain, Ashley decided to take control. If Greg wasn't going to come to her, she was going to come to him. And, maybe just maybe, by focusing on her husband, she could drive the annoying thoughts of Morton from her mind.

First things first, she needed a good meal. She dressed in a tight sundress. It was light blue, Greg's favorite color, and the neckline plunged between her breasts. The hem rode up to her thigh, and when she bent over, you could see the bottom swell of her buttocks. This dress had never failed to drive Greg crazy.

Next came dinner. Since she had started working at Morton's, they'd been eating out more and more. It had been at least a month since Ashley had made a fine, home-cooked meal.

Ashley had never considered herself a cook. However, she had learned some of Greg's favorite foods when they were dating. Originally from the Midwest, Greg preferred comfort food over gourmet dishes. That was perfect for Ashley.

She didn't have time for a roast, but they did have steak. She thawed the steak out in the microwave, then left it marinating on the counter in Worcestershire sauce and some spices. She prepared a simple salad with what they had left in the refrigerator. That done, she turned her attention to the potatoes.

The potatoes were sprouting, but she carefully cut out the brown shoots, scrubbed them, then cut them into wedges. Heating some oil over the stove she fried the wedges until they were crisp and brown. Finally, she set them aside on a paper towel and a plate to drain and went back to the steak.

The steaks were halfway cooked under the broiler when Greg finally stumbled into the kitchen.

"Oh my god!" Greg said as he hugged Ashley from behind, and kissed her neck. "That smells great!"

"I'm glad," Ashley said. "We didn't have a whole lot of food in the pantry, but I did my best."

Greg opened the oven and looked at the steaks sizzling under the blue flame.

"No, honey, it's great," Greg said and plucked one of the cooling potato wedges from the plate. "It's perfect."

"Why don't you sit down and rest?" Ashley said, and Greg didn't argue. He plopped down into one of the chairs at the table and Ashley poured him a glass of wine.

"What's the occasion?" Greg asked.

"Can't I make dinner for my husband without it having to be an occasion?" She said, feeling a little defensive. "It's not like I've never cooked for you before."

"I know, I know," Greg said, laughing and taking a sip of his red wine. "It's just been a while. We've both been so busy."

"I know, baby," Ashley said.

She opened up the oven and flipped the steaks over with a pair of tongs. Then, she let the oven shut, sat down across from her husband, and poured herself a glass of wine.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"Good," Greg said and took another set of wine. "Palmer called me into his office and told me I was doing a good job."

"That's great, honey!" Ashley said, smiling. "Did he mention anything about a promotion?"

"As a matter of fact, he did," Greg said.

"Well?" Ashley leaned forward. "Tell me."

"It looks like Klaus in Corporate is up for retirement. That means there should be an opening."

"That's great!" Ashley said and clinked her wine glass against Greg's. "That's just what you wanted!"

"Yes," Greg said. "Everything seems to be working out now. Just a little while longer, and I'll be back to some normal hours and better pay."

Ashley felt her chest grow tight with excitement. Normal hours. That meant…

"And I'll be able to quit Morton's," she said, tasting the words on her lips. "And we can start a family."

"That's the plan," Greg said and reached his hand across the table.

Ashley gripped his warm hand and held it tight. The wedding ring he had slipped on her finger just a few months ago glittered in the kitchen light.

It was all going according to plan. Just one more month and she would be able to see the last of Malachi Morton and begin her new life with Greg.

"We should celebrate," she grinned and refilled his wine glass. "Don't you think?"

Greg looked at her, and she saw a small spark of lust in his eyes. She could do something with that. If she could just fan that lust into something real, she could drive thoughts of Morton from her mind.

She ran a thumb across the top of Greg's hand. Her husband's smile grew wider and hungrier. She gave him her best teasing grin.

"We'd better eat first," she said. "We want to build up our strength."

"That sounds like a good idea," Greg said with a wink. "A very good idea."

Dinner was wonderful. The steaks were a perfect medium-rare, and the potato wedges were crisp. Ashley watched as Greg relaxed, drinking another glass of wine before finally finishing the meal and pushing back from the table.

The added frisson of electricity calmed her unwanted tremors for Morton. When Greg rose from the table, Ashley felt the familiar stirrings of lust between her thighs that had nothing to do with her boss.

Greg took their plates from the table, but Ashley reached out a hand and stopped him.

"Leave them," she said, looking up at her husband lovingly. "I'll clean them later."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Ashley did not want to let this moment slip by. She practically jumped to her feet and smashed her lips against Greg's. She flicked her tongue across his lips until he opened his mouth, and then she was inside of him, tasting him.

She stopped kissing Greg and giggled as she looked at his confused expression. It had been a long time since she had taken the initiative, probably not since their honeymoon.

"Wow!" he said.

Ashley giggled again and wiped a smear of lipstick from his lips.

"Come on," she said. "I need you. Now."

They stumbled into the bedroom. It was all Ashley could do not to tear Greg's clothes off as he removed his jacket and shirt, then, finally, his pants. She looked at his cock. It should have been hard, but it was only at half-mast. She reached forward to stroke it, disappointed that it wasn't already ready to enter her.

She slid off her dress, revealing her lacy red bra and panties that barely contained her luscious curves. She hadn't worn this underwear since her honeymoon, and Greg's eyes widened as he took in his wife's stunning beauty.

"Wow!" he murmured again as Ashley pulled him towards the bed.

Perhaps it was the three glasses of wine. Perhaps it was exhaustion. Whatever it was, it kept Greg from getting hard. Her poor husband thrashed ineffectually between her legs. She reached down between them, stroking his cock, willing it to get hard enough to enter her. She was wet, so wet from the frustration that had built inside of her throughout the day. She didn't need any foreplay.

She just needed to be fucked.

Finally, Greg got some sense of hardness from his cock, and he desperately tried to shove it deep inside of her. She moaned as he opened her up, and he thrust urgently, trying in vain to keep his cock hard as he flopped up and down on top of her.

He was sweating profusely, trying so hard to make her happy. Her heart went out to him. She lifted her hands to his neck and stroked the hairs on the back of his neck. The loving gesture only made him pump that much harder until finally, his limp cock slipped from her needy pussy and rubbed uselessly up her wet slit.

"Fuck!" Greg sobbed and fell forward on top of her, resting his head on Ashley's ample breasts. She stroked his hair, feeling more frustrated than ever. "I'm sorry."

She didn't want to hear it, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel pity for him. He was working so hard to provide a good life for both of them. She didn't have the right to be angry.

That didn't matter, however, because the frustration continued to churn inside her belly even as she continued to stroke her husband's hair.

"It's okay, honey," she said.

Greg lifted himself heavily on his elbows and looked down at her.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "Maybe we can try again this weekend."

Ashley was forced to smile and nodded, keeping the tears from her eyes. She didn't want Greg to feel any worse than he already did.

"It's okay, baby," she said. "It's going to be okay."

Greg rolled off of her and slid naked under the covers. He kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear. "I love you. Good night."

He turned over, leaving Ashley hot, wet, and frustrated. She took a deep breath, forcing all of her pent-up emotions down into her belly.

"I love you too," she said finally. "Good night."

Greg was already asleep.

I hope you enjoyed the first part of this series. This story was originally published under the title Working Late. If you want to read the book, as well as some of my best cheating and cuckolding books, check out my 10 Story Cuckold and Cheating Bundle on Amazon!