The Boss’s Wife [MF]

Over the Summer work had slowed considerably. I was technically an independent contractor, but for over a year nearly all of my work had come from a single shop.
So while the small in-house crew worked on small projects, one of the owners hired me to do work on his house.

It grew into a steady routine. I would arrive at his house in the morning. While he had given me a key, usually his wife, Marie, let me in. She was 48, tall, dark almost black hair she kept in a tight braid, tanned olive skin that showed off her mixed South American heritage, and a figure many younger women would kill for. She usually work jean shorts that barely covered her ass, and a t-shirt or tank-top when she wasn’t planning on leaving the house.

We had met several times, and it always took me an effort of will to keep my eyes in respectful directions. That I could tell her nipples were pierced from day one did not help matters.

Most days she would add on little tasks she needed help with and reassured me that her word was law and my hours would not be contested.

She loved to talk and would often chat while I worked. It wasn’t long before she was offering me drinks while I worked and things took considerably longer. I didn’t mind in the least. Hell, I would have clocked out just to chat with her.

Things started to shift. She started to reminisce on her past conquests and days of being a hotwife. Or ask me questions between sharing her husband’s problems in their love life mixed with casual remarks on her theories about me. Some of these conversations left me throbbing with fantasies in my head and small smirks on her full lips. More than once I would get home and wear myself out fantasizing about her.

Then she took matters into her own hands. She opened the door for me one morning wearing nothing but a lacy thong and her hair in a disheveled mess down her back. I didn’t even try to avoid it. I looked over her from head to her toes and devouring every inch between. She purred for me to come in and lock the door.
Then she walked to the couch and sat with one leg up, asking if I had been jerking off while thinking of her. She was on a power trip and I loved it. I told her I had, even as I walked towards her.

Her long fingers casually ran along her bare curves, and without a word she caught my belt and undid it. She worked my jeans until they slid down and my cock sprang free, already hard as a rock for her. Her nails ran along me as I watched her. She massaged my balls while looking into my eyes, then gripped them gently and pulled me closer. As her tongue ran along my head and her hand gripped my base firmly, I ran my fingers in her hair. Then gripped it as she sucked in the first couple of inches making me growl.

I pulled her off and she gave me the wickedest little pout. But I had only needed a moment to gather myself. I told her that she was sexy as fuck. But if she wanted to cuck her husband, I was going to do some of the work.

I pushed her back and kissed her. Her nails ran down my back as she sighed while I kissed and sucked and nibbled. I left little marks down her neck and on her breasts. She tried to chastise me for marking her. As my fingers spread her and swirled around her clit softly, I took the back of her neck in my other hand and tugged her to make her look in my eyes. I told her this was her last chance if she didn’t want me to claim her. If she would be ashamed for me to mark her as my lover and fuck toy. Her body tightened as I spoke and she let out a breathy gasp. She nodded. Her hips already grinding harder on my fingers. I smiled. And plunged two fingers into her soaked core. Her little pussy gripped my fingers hungrily.

I bit her breast, increasing the pressure of my teeth as I fingered her and made her moan loudly. Then my tongue was working her clit. Swirling, flicking, sucking it as I slowly fucked her with my fingers. I felt her tighten. Her back started to arch. And I stopped. She growled in frustration and told me not to fucking stop. She was so close.

I smacked her ass. She yelped. I smacked it again and watched as her body stiffened, a little juice running out of her.

I told her to get on her knees with her hands behind her back. If she wanted to be my little fuck toy she needed some training. She scrambled to do so, looking apprehensive now. Unsure. And outraged when I fished in my discarded jeans to pull my phone out. But she didn’t move. And when I assured her this was just between us, she repeated on video that she wanted me to be her lover. And her safe word came to her quickly.

With the video sent to my email and deleted from the phone, she looked as uncomfortable and aroused as ever. I believe it hit home the power she had just given up to me. And we hadn’t even fucked yet.

As a reward for following my orders, I told her she could show me how horny she was. And still kneeling, she masturbated for me. Tugging her nipples, fingering herself, licking her own juice from her fingers. As her orgasm approached, she begged me to let her cum. She promised to be my good little fuck toy.

I took her throat in my hand, choking her as she looked in my eyes. Her fingers still pumping into her soaked pussy as I saw her body fighting to hold back. I told her to stop. She whimpered and slid her fingers out, her hips rocking as if trying to buck the orgasm out anyway. I kissed her without releasing her throat. Told her she was a good girl. Then reached down and buried my fingers again. I was rough and fast. Her orgasm hit and her whole body bucked sideways. Carrying the momentum I pushed her by the throat, throwing her back onto her ass as her back slammed against the couch. She was still twitching and gasping. Without pause I shoved my fingers back in and fingered her just as hard. When the second orgasm came her eyes started to roll. Her ass lifted up and she squirted.

I released her long enough to sit and pull her trembling onto my lap. Petting her hair and kissing her softly, telling her she had been a good girl as she quivered with after shocks. Gradually she wrapped around me. Kissing me. The grinding against me. Her still dripping pussy sliding against my cock as we made out.

I took her ass in hand and shifted her, pulling her onto me. She let out a rolling moan as she sank down on me. She was so fucking tight. Small bounces working her way down my cock. Taking back some control as she rode me at her pace. Slowly, then faster. Harder. Until she pushed me onto my back, dug her nails into my chest, and slammed herself on me with desperate fury. She came again with a small scream of profanities.

Then I took over. Flipping us. Folding her under me, plowing into her as deep as she could take me without giving us pause. Her nails gouged me back as she cursed and pleaded. And when I told her I was going to cum, she told me not to spill a fucking drop. She came with me as I unloaded. Spurts of cum painting her core as she moaned my name.

I held her for a time. And we talked. And agreed we had no regrets. We went and showered together, and talked about desires for more. She loved the rough degrading play as much as the wild abandon of equals. It had taken her off guard but she found it incredibly sexy that I had turned the tables on her. She thought I was going to be her fun little boy toy. But enjoyed the idea of also being my little fuck toy.

Later, she called her husband while he was at work. I was eating her out as she told him what had happened, that she was a hotwife again, that he would be a good boy and make sure any hours I logged were paid, and that she would dictate my jobs while at their house from now on.

I told her that I would not log any hours I spent intimately with her as work. I wasn’t going to be her paid gigolo, but her lover. She gave me that grin again and rode me slowly as we kissed until we both came.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z0yv3f/the_bosss_wife_mf