My Employee’s Wife

Chapter 1

Every complaint that he told his wife about me was true to some degree. I *am* an asshole, I *do* give him shit assignments and even if he does an adequate job, I go *out of my way* to point out any little error under the guise of it being overall shitty work. I assigned him mostly shitty hours, but a few good shifts, because if HR gets on my case about it, I wanted some excuses. But over time, I had been writing him up more and more, because I wanted a full paper trail to hold against him if it went to arbitration.

I saved the picture of Emily and me at last year’s company party. I waited until her husband went to the bathroom before asking for a picture, just so we could have one alone. There’s a clear outline of my massive dick snaking down my pants, and I know she was looking at it during the party. In the picture, I have my arm around her waist. In my masturbatory fantasies, I have my hand on her ass, and I’m fingering her as she’s dripping cum from a load I shot into her in the unisex bathroom.

I got her number from her husband’s emergency contact on file with HR. Always cautious, I texted her from a burner phone. I assigned her shitbag husband a late shift that night, and I went over to her house to have a chat with her about her husband’s performance. If I wasn’t completely satisfied at the end of the evening, I’m firing his ass tomorrow.

Emily answered the door in a flowing red dress with a black cashmere cardigan covering too much of her shoulders and chest. Her brown hair was mostly pulled back into a neat ponytail, and a pair of pearl earrings nad pearl necklace completed the outfit. I sat down on Emily’s couch and motioned for her to sit beside me. I didn’t care that the wonderful meal she cooked was going to get cold, I wasn’t there to eat food. I had also not dressed up for the occasion – I was wearing a plain white shirt with a hint of an old mustard stain, and some ten year old slacks that were loose enough so I didn’t get yelled at by HR. I was no prize – that’s right, I wasn’t going to make it easy for her to suck my dick. She was going to get zero pleasure out of it.

“Look, when he does work, he does pretty good work. I’m sure his work is satisfactory. But he has no stamina, and doesn’t last long when it comes to work.”

I shifted over a few inches so my knee was almost touching hers. I leaned towards her a little, my breath smelling like some kind of gas station breath mint that I popped in just before entering her house.

“I don’t have a reason to keep him around. Can you think of a reason?”

My dick twitched as I let the words sink in. She seemed hesitant, but I was pretty sure she understood what I meant. Still, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t just grab her head and start face fucking her. She had to initiate it.

“All my employees have assets. Some have muscle. Some have brains. And some have very supportive families who would make sacrifices to help their loved ones get something they don’t really deserve. They might offer to keep the boss happy in some tangential way in order that their husbands continue drawing a paycheck. Do you understand what I’m saying, Emily?”

Emily couldn’t look me in the eye as she pursed her lips and nodded.

“Do you want to help your husband, Emily?”

She nodded silently, again.

“How do you want to help him?”

“I’ll … I’ll use my mouth. On you … on your … penis.”

“Emily, I’m shocked,” I said, beaming. “Are you offering to suck my dick every week so I don’t fire your husband?”

Emily nodded, again. Her reticence was unacceptable.

“Say it, Emily. Say this was your idea. Say you want to do this,” I growled.

“I want it. I want your cock. I want your cock in my mouth,” Emily stated, flatly. She reached over and fished my semi-rigid cock out of my pants, leaning over to mechanically move her lips back and forth over the tip. It was a terrible blowjob from a woman who was clearly dissociatting, but this married woman breaking her vows to suck my cock was enough to keep me hard. I grabbed two handfuls of her luscious brown hair and began moving her head up and down a little more, pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was frantically swirling her tongue around, and I wondered if her husband liked it like that. But with me, it seemed more like a desperate attempt to get me to cum quickly, and I successfully held off cumming for several minutes. When I felt close, I pulled her head up by the hair and let my dick settle down while I tried to pull her to her feet so I could fuck her.

“No … no … you can’t. Only oral,” she protested.

Well, I was definitely going to find my way into her tight cunt at some point, but there was no real point in antagonizing her to the point where I might not get my blowjob finished, either. She knelt between my legs on the couch, taking my cock in again. She started the whole swirling thing again, and I just let her do it until her tongue got tired. Then I pulled her head down until she started pushing back with her hands.

“Eye contact, Emily,” I panted. She looked up at me with her big, moist, green eyes. Eyes that betrayed her fear about what would happen if her husband found out, or if I wasn’t happy with her at the end of the evening. It was wildly erotic, and I looked her right in the eye as my hips bucked and a torrent of semen rushed out of my cock and into her throat. She didn’t gag at all – I guess she did this with her husband enough that it wasn’t surprising – but she did successfully pull her head back a little so most of my cum ended up in her mouth.

Emily swallowed and panted as my softening dick slipped out of her mouth. I stood up, dick hanging out of my pants, and went to eat the nice, juicy, medium rare steak that she had cooked.

Chapter 2

Emily sure held up her end of the bargain. Every Friday night, she had on a new outfit, each a tiny bit sluttier than the one from the previous week. She lost the cardigan the next week, and let me play with her tits while she sucked me off. Then, the full-length, classy red dress was switched for a black cocktail dress, which stained when I pulled out and came all over her face. She asked me not to do that any more. And then, a tight black Lycra miniskirt with a halter top.

As the weeks went by, I sent her husband to further and further work sites, and for longer and longer stretches. I could tell that she was getting sexually frustrated, and wanted to deny her his touch as much as possible. She began playing with herself while she sucked me off, and one week, she lay in the living room and masturbated to orgasm while I ate my steak. Still, at every opportunity, she refused to do anything but oral on me.

I had suspected that she might be looking to hook up with others, and spent quite a good deal of time scouring the dating sites like Tinder and Hinge for her profile, especially those that she might have created under a fake name. All my efforts were for naught until I caught a glimpse of her email inbox one day, and saw the “NQA Newsletter.” A quick Google search revealed there was an adultery-specific dating app called No Questions Asked with the same logo that I had seen in her inbox. Fifteen minutes later, my fake profile was up on NQA and I had matched with her.

Asking about marital status was explicitly forbidden by the site, so we jumped right in to kinks and limits. I took screenshots of every dirty text, and every headless nude selfie. Every single interaction I had with her was a blackmail goldmine. Finally, it was time to meet, and I suggested Friday night, seeing what she would say about the conflict. To my surprise, she accepted a date on Friday night, and even stated up front that she had to give her husband’s boss a blowjob, but they “we” could meet up around 9 pm. The little slut was going to cheat with (what she thought was) two different guys on the same night!

I showed up half an hour late for my steak and BJ, and had sprayed myself with some numbing spray so it was frustratingly difficult to make me cum. Emily went at it, though, with an unrivaled ferocity as she raced to get me off sexually and out physically before her next date. I banged that poor woman’s mouth until 8:30, and then sat down to my steak to eat at a leisurely pace, dwadling until 9:30. Emily kept texting apologies, saying how she had a friend who was going through a messy divorce, etc.

As soon as I finished my last bite, she practically shoved me out the door. I drove around the corner and began texting her back, feigning disinterest, saying how I could tell she wasn’t ready for my cock. By 10:00, she was desperate and practically promised me every single hole twice if I would just come over.

I popped a Viagra and was at her door around 11 pm. She had changed from her miniskirt/halter top into some lingerie, matching lacy blue bra and panties, and a sheer chemise that didn’t hide anything. The look on her face was priceless as she realized that I had not returned for a forgotten item or anything of the sort, but that I had catfished her. But her anger at being tricked was essentially dwarfed by the raw lust that consumed her, and she launched herself at me, jamming her lips on mine as she ground her pantyless crotch onto mine. After making out for a bit, I pushed her onto the dining room table, roughly pulling her panties to the side as I plunged my chemically enhanced erection into her cunt. Two candlesticks wobbled and eventually toppled as I fucked her roughly while calling her filthy names.

After fucking her in the dining room and blowing a load onto her face, I forbade her from cleaning up. Instead, I took pictures of her, kneeling in front of me with my cum all over her face. Then, I continued to take pictures of her doing housework while the load slowly slid down her face and onto her bra.

Any pretense of fidelity she had melted away that night. I took her to her bedroom, to the bed she shared with her husband, and turned my attention to her ass. I used one of her husband’s condoms, half a bottle of her husband’s lube, and pounded her until the whole bed reeked of shit. I couldn’t cum in that filth, so I flipped her over, so her back and hair were in the froth, and defiled her pussy one more time, this time on her marital bed.

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