[MF] The Unfulfilled Wife Of My Boss Invites Me To The Movies And Things Get Handsy

I firmly believe that everyone has at least one “movie” experience in their life. You know, when something happens that feels like it’s too good to be true. The thing that makes you say, “Naaah, that only happens in the movies!”

Well, I think I just had my moment. I mostly work from home, but during Covid times, I got a part-time job at a small market down the street. It specializes in health food, and I’d always be in there shopping anyway, so why not work there? Little did I know, the general manager (Todd) is a huge asshole. When he hired me on, he was pleasant enough. I think he may have even smiled, but after my first week there, it was clear he had two moods: Pleasant Todd and Asshole Todd.

There are probably only 10-15 total employees, and they all pretty much talk shit behind his back. I think he knows this, which probably makes him lash out even more. Anyway, you don’t give a fuck about Todd.

Todd’s wife, Michelle, also works at the store. I’m not great with stats. She could be 5’2 or 5’5. I don’t carry around measuring tape in my pocket, but to give you something to visualize, she does look a lot like [Amy Adams](https://media.glamour.com/photos/5addda6f7a55942e6dfafd84/1:1/w_2875,h_2875,c_limit/AMY-ADAMS.jpg). Obviously she’s not as unblemished, but she’s got the same smile, the same tits, same hair color. She’s also incredibly sweet. The classic, “Sweet girl, douchebag boyfriend/husband” story.

Michelle and I have a lot in common. We laugh at the same shit, love the same music, and share a love for film. Even though she’s in her 40s and I’m in my 20s, it feels natural. Honestly, if it weren’t for Michelle, I probably would have quit the first week.

Where we live, theaters just opened back up. They had been closed since March, which was a great struggle for me because it’s one of my favorite things to do.

“Did you hear? Theaters are open again?” Michelle asked me as I pretended to straighten items on the shelves.

“I heard! There’s like nothing playing though.”

“But just being inside one would be nice.”

“Yeah…”

“We should go.”

“What?”

“After work. We should go see a movie.”

“Like all of us?” I laughed, “A company thing?”

“No! Just us.”

“Uhhhh,” I replied.

“What’s there to think about?”

“I don’t know. It would be weird, right? How would Todd feel about it?”

“Todd doesn’t care. He’s not the jealous type. He wants me out of the house anyway.”

And that was all the convincing I needed. We decided to watch Russell Crowe’s recent masterpiece *Unhinged*. I was able to go home and change before meeting Michelle at the local theater, which was eerily empty, by the way. When I arrived, I was the only one there. Michelle showed up a few minutes later. It was my first time seeing her outside of her work clothes, and sweet oatmeal creme pie, she looked incredible.

She wore a little dress with some flowers on it. That’s the best description I can give you because I don’t know shit about flowers. They weren’t roses. I can tell you that much. Her skin was glowing, her breasts were nearly popping out of the dress, I couldn’t hide my surprise. Even though I had a mask covering my face, your eyes can give you away.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked me.

“I just, uh, Todd didn’t ask where you were going?”

“No. I told you. He doesn’t care.”

“Well, you look…great. Yeah, let’s just leave it at great.”

Once inside, we talked about how the movie experience was a lot different than pre-Covid. There were no refreshments being offered and of course you had to keep on your mask the entire time. Inside our theater, we were the only people. I don’t know if that’s because no one wanted to watch a Russell Crowe movie, or if people didn’t feel it was safe to return yet.

Whatever the case, we had the entire place to ourselves. Before the dimming of the lights for trailers, I looked over and took in the sight of her fantastic breasts. I swear they were just one slight jiggle away from popping out. My delightful view of her tits faded when the previews hit the screen, showing trailers for films that won’t open until 2021 or 2022 now. It was a bit disappointing. I would have rather continued staring at her tits.

About 15 minutes into the movie, Michelle’s arm made contact with mine on the armrest. Both of our arms were sweating slightly, so our skin seemed to stick together. She didn’t make any attempt to move her arm, so I didn’t either. We’re sharing the armrest at this point as Russell Crowe does Crowe-like things on the screen.

Michelle’s fingers began to playfully tap against the top of my hand. Instinctively, I turned my hand to the side and our fingers intertwined. I’m now holding the hand of my boss’s wife at the fucking movies. This is cool, right? Maybe after the movie ends I can rob a bank with a water gun. My life is over, so what does it matter? I can’t concentrate on the movie. I have no idea what’s happening, but Russell Crowe seems upset.

A few minutes later, Michelle places her head against my shoulder. I released her hand from mine and put my arm over her shoulder. She snuggled in close, which caused her head to move toward my chest. My hand is resting against her bare shoulder. Her skin is smooth and soft. Naturally, I started sliding my hand up and down her arm.

This goes on for at least five minutes, and I’m too scared to try anything else, so my hand continued on the same path down and up her shoulder. I think she could sense this because she grabbed my hand and placed it on top of her chest. The tips of my finger were touching the swells of her breasts. I was frozen. I couldn’t bring myself to move my hand lower.

“It’s okay. Touch me, please,” she whispered.

It was then I turned into Alexander Hamilton. How the fuck do I say no to this? Slowly, I moved my fingers down and inside her dress until I felt the bumpy surface of her areola. My index finger made tiny circles around her hard nipples. She started to squirm in her seat as my fingers danced around her nipples, occasionally grabbing her tits firmly and squeezing them.

Michelle moved her hand down to my jeans and began to rub her hand against my erection. I couldn’t possibly describe how turned on I am right at this moment. It’s like I’m feeling a woman’s breast for the first time. This continued for a few minutes. Me massaging her tits, and her massaging my erection through my jeans.

And then I dropped my hand down to her thigh. Slowly, I traced my fingertips up her warm thigh until I made contact with her wet panties. Her breathing was getting heavier at this point, and she let out the softest of moans. I slid her panties to the side and pressed my fingers against her bare pussy for the first time.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, spreading her legs in her seat. As my fingers moved up and down her slit, she stuffed her hand inside my jeans and grabbed my hard cock firmly in her hand. A moan escaped my lips. It felt incredible. As she gently stroked my cock, I placed a finger just outside her opening and begin to slide it in slowly, allowing the wetness of her pussy to flow around it.

Michelle leaned in close and took off both mine and her masks. She brought her lips close to mine. We began to passionately kiss. There was a lot going on in this moment. Crowe freaking out on screen, my finger inside her pussy, her hand on my cock, our tongues meeting each other for the first time. I slid another finger inside her pussy and fucked her gently with my fingers, massaging her walls.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned against my lips. At this point, our kiss broke, but she kept her lips close to mine. Her mouth slightly opened. I slid my fingers up to her clit and rubbed it slowly, “Yes, yes,” she moaned. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, but she was no longer stroking it. My fingers continued to work her clit as she brought her free hand over to hold my hand in place as her thighs trapped both of us.

“Oh, god, yes,” she half whispered half moaned as she came. I could feel her thighs trembling against my hand. As her climax started to subside, she began to focus on my cock again. She ran her hand down its length, taking special breaks to rub her thumb gently around my swollen head. Obviously, this wasn’t the best handjob, due to my jeans being in the way, but I was so turned on that it didn’t matter.

She briefly took her hand out of my jeans and sloppily licked her hand thoroughly before returning it to my cock. This pushed me over the edge. It only took a few more strokes before my cock was pulsing in her hand. Shot after shot of cum covered her hand and my jeans. I cum a lot, so it was a huge mess, but we weren’t in a rush to leave this position. We stayed like this for the rest of the movie. Her head on my chest as her hand gently caressed my cock, and my fingers sliding up and down her pussy lips.

I cleaned up in the bathroom after the movie and we went our separate ways. When I walked out of the theater, I told myself this couldn’t happen again.

But the other day she texted me, and one thing led to another, and we started sexting. I sent her [this photo](https://i.imgur.com/P77t9Zj.jpg), and now we’re supposed to meet this weekend.

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