Fucking my boss…and her husband knows everything Part 1
I was switching between a lot of different jobs when I was 19, and one of them was a small coffee shop ran by a husband and wife, let’s call them Jennifer and Tom. Tom was a stocky white dude in his mid thirties with a beard, real mid western kinda guy. Jennifer was a curvy brunette also in her mid thirties with auburn hair and a rockin mom bod. After a fairly quick interview process, the managers started training me to be a barista.
At first, I thought Jennifer hated my guts. She spent most of the time in the office or off site with her husband, and the only time she spoke with me was to let me know I was doing something wrong or to give me more hours on my off days. After a month or so I was starting to get the hang of things, but we were starting to get short staffed, forcing Jennifer and I to work a bunch of morning shifts together. Things were a little prickly at first, but she eventually opened up when we started talking, saying how her family was doing and how running a business with her husband was like. She asked if I could stay late so she could pick up her kids one day and I said sure, no big deal. She smiled and touched my shoulder as she said thanks and walked out.
Another two months go by and things are going great. Our numbers are up, all the managers are happy with my performance, and Tom was treating me like an old friend he’d known for years, even inviting me and the other co workers to their place for a July 4th party.
One day, I was wrapping up a closing shift with Jennifer and I was about to clock out and walk out the door. She asked if I was ready to leave and I said yes, but then she said “Clock out and meet me in the office. I want to talk to you about something.”
My heart raced as I tried to think of how I fucked up that week, second guessing every transaction I wasn’t sure about. I closed the door behind me and she was sitting at her desk on her phone, putting it on the desk as it started to ring. She was calling her husband. Now I’m REALLY fucked.
But she was calm during all of this so I tried to settle my nerves. With her husband on the phone listening, she explained the she and Tom were looking to spice up the bedroom a bit since things had gotten dull, and she’d been itching for an MFM threesome for a while now. She said it was completely up to me and how I felt about it, but she was wondering if I’d like to participate. I only thought about it for a moment before I agreed. She smiled and said “Excellent.” They weren’t a cuckold couple, per se. But Tom did want to see a man thoroughly please her while he joined in. I was younger and pretty fit at the time with no attachments, so I didn’t see the harm in it.
We planned on meeting the next evening at their place. They texted me about 5 minutes before I arrived “The door is unlocked. Just come upstairs.” My heart was racing again as I got out of the car and followed their direction, coming to a scarlet lit bedroom behind a close door with soft music echoing through. I opened the door and she was in bed in nothing but a sheer, white chemise, while Tom sat in a chair by the bed. He got up and shook my hand while Jennifer beckoned me to the bed.
I slid next to her as our lips met, and she practically melted into me, moaning and sighing as she lifted up my shirt. My hands went to her full breasts through the fabric as her manicured nails ran down my chest. She stopped kissing me for a second and asked “how do you feel about being recorded? We won’t show your face, I promise.” I’d never been recorded fucking before so I was nervous, but I nodded and we kept going. Her hands instantly went to my lap to unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock, and she was more than happy with the result. It disappeared into her mouth, and the three of us shared a long moan, her mouth was warm, wet and experienced. I wasn’t sure if she was just horny or extremely talented, but she tried deepthroating me immediately, getting almost the whole thing down before backing away, spitting on it and trying again. Tom and I both watched in awe as she went to work, and pressed her tits around my wet cock. “Would you be okay with going down on me?” She asked with a bit of hope in her voice. I said I’d love to before she released my cock from between her tits and spread her legs wide on the bed. I dove in and started spreading her labias with my tongue and she gasped as I reached her clit. I massaged her breasts as she writhed in pleasure underneath me, her legs shaking around my ears a few times whenever she had an orgasm. “Alright come on, get in me already…” she panted and I crawled up to her and gave her a nice wet kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
I glanced over and Tom was recording the whole thing, stroking his cock and holding his phone with the flashlight on in his other hand. I reached down and felt her warm embrace as I slid into her, her hands gripping the head board as her breath quickened. It wasn’t long before I was slamming into her, holding her legs back and wide to make sure I could get as deep as possible. Her screaming mouth was eventually quieted by her husband’s cock stuffing inside, her fingers going to wrap around his cock and stroke it into her mouth. From there we moved to spit roasting, with Tom and I trading places back and forth until I ended up behind her fat ass again. We were thrusting into her at opposite speeds until I could her Jennifer moaning again. “That’s it baby. Make me into a little slut!” She groaned just before he blew his load over her bouncing face, thick ropes landing across her nose and forehead and dripping down while I was still fucking her from behind. I quickly asked if inside was okay, and after an enthusiastic “yes!” I gripped her hips and pressed the entire rod in her canal, spilling my load deep inside her to the point she could barely push it out. Covered and filled with cum, she laughed along with us as we panted in a moment of shared euphoria. After a few glasses of water and awkward collecting of clothes, I left for home. But they were no where near finished yet. |
