- My husband's boss. Part 1
- My husband's boss. Part 2
- My husband's boss. Part 3
- My husband's boss. Part 4
- My husband's boss. Part 5
- My husband's boss. Part 6
- My husband's boss. Part 7
- My husband's boss. Part 8
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me from this detail of the toilet, he unbuttoned my blouse. The palms covered my chest, tightly gripping them. I squeezed chokingly when he squeezed nipples between thumb and forefinger. I was not surprised that when he put his hand in my crotch, it was all wet. I thought that this week I’ll put a spiral.
Directing me with his hand, he forced me to climb up on his leather chair to his booty. Her heavy nipples touched the cool skin of the back of the chair. Behind the sound of unbuttoned fly. He entered me in one motion all at once, shouting a deep moan. Only now I was able to admit to myself that I accepted his proposal only for the sake of it.
His fat plunger walked steadily in me, his finger kneading the anus ring. Abruptly coming out of me, in the same crushing movement, he tucked his unit in my ass. There were even tears in my eyes. But this sweet stretch also aroused. I put my hand down to caress myself while he was busy with my booty, but this unauthorized attempt to please myself was immediately stopped. He returned my hand to the back of the seat and continued his measured movements. From afar began to approach orgasm. And when he was already very close, the member abruptly left my ass and again burst into the vagina. The effect was simply stunning, I was shaken in an orgasm, a loud cry broke from my chest. Stars floated before my eyes.
After giving me a few seconds of respite, Sergey Vladimirovich continued to test me for professional aptitude, periodically changing my ass for pussy and back. Excitement came back very quickly.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to the table and pressed a button on the selector. With bated breath, I heard my husband's voice:
- I'm listening?
Brown cocktail of guilt and excitement hit me in the head, forcing myself to sit down on the member of the head of my husband even stronger.
- What about shipments today? - Sergey Vladimirovich’s voice sounded surprisingly ordinary, while I bit my fists so as not to moan out loud.
The husband began to report something I did not quite understand. His voice, so dear, turned everything upside down in the soul. How can you simultaneously feel guilt, pity, love and mad lust? I do not know, but I did it. The longer he spoke, the more intensely the spiral of excitement twisted inside me, until she broke another orgasm. Unable to stand, I screamed out muffled.
- Sergey Vladimirovich? - Asked her husband.
- Nothing, this is your Olya ... - I froze in horror, - ... I poured coffee, - he finished, strongly pushing his dick into my ass. He clearly enjoyed this parallel conversation with spouses and was in no hurry to let Olezhka go.
“Oleg, well, I don’t know what to do with you,” Sergei began to speak in an accusatory tone, simultaneously pulling me off the chair and dropping me to my knees in front of him. - I asked you yesterday to prepare the remnants for the guys from Ryazan.
At this time, he drove his wet dick over my lips. I tried to catch the head with wide-open lips, looking up from under my furry eyelashes up at our boss and my husband. The lust of this debauchery just corroded me.
The husband began to make excuses, I listened to his uncertain apologizing voice and sucked the fat cock of his boss, hugging him by the buttocks. A smooth head popped out of his mouth, poking into his nose and cheeks - Sergei Vladimirovich began to move towards, fucking me in the mouth. The carpet was rubbing my bare knees, and excuses were made to my reddened knees through my head through excitement.
The situation with my execution, practically in the presence of my husband, began to have an effect on Sergey - the member entered his throat deeper, making me choke, he stopped talking with her husband, leaving him in suspense hanging on the wire.
Sharp, strong jet hit me in the sky, and coughing removed from the member. Immediately my face was raised to the top of my chin, and while Sergei Vladimirovich was lowering the sperm residue on my face, I looked into his eyes, not myself after my experienced orgasms. It seemed I had no strength left to rise. Sergey sat down heavily and took a breath, handed me a napkin.
As usual, instead of excitement, a sense of guilt and shame came from his depravity. Wiping cum off my face, I sneak a glance at Sergei. To my surprise, he was smiling at a completely boyish smile, looking at me. I also smiled uncertainly.
“Well, not strangers,” he said, recalling Oleg on the wire. - Olya has already finished here, I can let you go, provided that you deal with Ryazan.
“Got it, we'll do it,” Olezhka spoke happily, “tomorrow morning everything will be ready.”
- Everything, come on - Sergey clicked off the selector and helped me up from the floor. Having picked up my panties from the chair, he tucked them into his jacket pocket - "Souvenir from your ass."
It was unusual to see him smiling. He even looked younger. But be that as it may, from his smile I felt better again, and everything that had happened ceased to seem so serious. He walked me to the door, before opening it, he pressed me to himself and kissed me on the lips, penetrating his skirt with his hand and squeezing his bare cheek. Then, without waiting for me to come to, put out the door.
In the reception, fortunately, there was no one and I could calmly put myself in order. From the mirror of the cosmetic bag a contented female looked at me with smeared make-up, luminous eyes and a slight smile. I did not have time to put the finishing touch on how my Olezhka appeared.
- Did you hear how we scolded me? He asked dejectedly.
“Edge ear,” I replied, getting up from the table and gently hugging my husband. He was so cute when he was upset. I kissed him, wondering if he could smell the faint smell of semen. No, carried by.
The working day was over, and I was fully at the disposal of my beloved spouse. In the car on the way home, sitting next to him in the front seat, I demonstrated the lack of panties, almost causing an accident. I wanted to warm up Olezhka as it should, and I promised at home to compensate him for the damage from the evil boss, thinking to myself that I had to try this technique with my husband, alternating pussy with booty. Well, now I had an experienced instructor and my sex life with my husband promised to become more diverse.
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The story is great :-) True husband sorry: - (
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Do you really feel sorry for anyone? A strange story, I had a brief glimpse, men usually write about adultery, and then a woman and a voluntary betrayal to her husband, I don’t like women who voluntarily change, and not even because of work, but simply because they are hunting.
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Not sure that the author is a woman. But it is written very well. from me 10.
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That is, according to your man writes from the face of a woman.?
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Not sorry, everything is fine) This is a seksvayf, it should be.
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Although the story is instructive, women cannot be trusted. I wonder when the boss starts humiliating her publicly and when her husband finds out that his wife is a bitch. :)))
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Contradict yourself. Once such a sharp negative, then the story hooked. So it is written well. I think the author’s abilities should be assessed, and not their attitude towards such women.
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What am I contradicting myself here? And why can not I, here to express opinions about women? I thought you could comment on the story. I didn’t want the author to touch on something, if the author likes to represent himself as a whore and a husband as a cute cuckold, then for God's sake.
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I agree that my wife has changed once, at the call of passion or her husband allows, this is one thing, and if she substitutes herself, this is another, therefore there is no love for her husband.
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Moreover, not just substitutes. A literally substitutes with her husband; moreover, this time the chef calls him to his place and scolds him, while his wife continues as if nothing has happened ... to fuck further.
Having led me to the door, in front of him how to open it, he pressed me to his side and cried on the lips, with his hand penetrating the skirt and squeezing his bare berry. And after that, without waiting for the rest, I would come in, I put in the door. Doesn’t this sentence say who she is to him, but what he scolded her husband with her, and then she didn’t say anything to the boss and didn’t stand up for her husband. There is no love.
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Wonderful story! I am pleased to put 10.
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Awesome story! Confidently 10! We look forward to continue!
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From me desyatochka! And starts, and the syllable is good! Write more))
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It is well written ..., although the first part is a bit crumpled ... What I didn’t have enough there ... But the author is clearly not familiar with the technology by hearsay ... Thank you.
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Everything is fine, only a woman who has changed her husband in this way a priori cannot love her husband - in her eyes her man has become a rag.
The cute epithets “ala my husband’s husband I’ll trade for no one” are really just a consequence of the author’s cognitive dissonance, a feeling of pity for her husband / image. If she wanted to break up the relationship, a woman would go for it after that.
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Great story! It is easy to read, the style is felt, the syllable is good, competent. lena V - well done, write more, you are doing great!
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I also like the story! Write on!
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Super! And why does he like these debates? Does he not? The main story gets.
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Helen, another masterpiece! Well done, that you pay attention to details! Go on, cheating oh so much excites!
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If the author is a woman, she must understand that the alternation of entering from the anal into the vagina inevitably leads to the transfer of Escherichia coli from the priests to the vagina, which is 100% fraught with thrush. No woman willingly agrees. So the author - a man with unrealized fantasies. I hope, after my post, this fantasy will leave him (in defense of women's rights).
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We have a gynecologists forum here!)) Let's just say, about the 100% probability of ours - you got excited. Maybe in reality I would not approve such manipulations, but at least I know such a degree of arousal during sex, when it is simply impossible to think about such nonsense, and under light alcohol - even more so. I hope you still have this ahead)
PS: not for the first time in the men write, funny))).
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Dear Lena V, after reading the first few paragraphs of your 2nd work and not reading further, I conclude: they don’t go to work without underwear, without underwear and in general, milkmaids go to the farm S.V. the level of the author is clear, and you should not be offended by the answer of Klaus, if you are a woman, this is a role with the letter “B”, if you are a man, then think up yourself, write about this, readers will be delighted.
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Well, then read the first few paragraphs again, and perhaps the second time you will understand that I changed the text from one of the panties to another, and went into them. On chastity, by the way, I do not pretend. Without linen happened to be even in real life.
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Lena, the story is beautiful! I am pleased to read the second part! It is strange to see some reviews, their authors do not understand the subtle things in sex, for example, how a woman excites the imperiousness of a man who simply does not give her any choice ... maids, when he doesn’t care, doesn’t achieve, but simply at the opportunity, subordinates her to her lust, forcing an unapproachable woman in life to fulfill all his most depraved desires and to please his male flesh ...
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Great story. Another 10-ka !. Gentlemen, don't be so picky. Although it may be. Your captiousness once again suggests that the story touches ...
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Lena V, the transition from anal sex to vaginal without consequences is possible only after serious preparation. Otherwise, the woman takes off from the holder for a few weeks. SV is wise, experienced and can not know this)
The rest - above all praise! I will be happy to follow the development of the plot, the first three parts remind me very much of one of my stories, including the inner experiences of a married girl, whom she later shared
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It seems to me that the details about the enema, cream and other "serious preparation" are not interesting to the reader. Although judging by some comments maybe I am mistaken)). ATP for the review)
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You are absolutely right. No details about the "serious preparation" in the story should not be.
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Helen you are super! 15 years did not read anything more erotic and exciting. I will follow your creativity ;-)
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Lena, the most exciting when the chef fucks you and at this time speaks on the phone with your husband))
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very piquant story! the author is simply weak on the front, sensed a strong alpha male and instinctively gave herself to him. Don't blame her! These are insights! The chef - a typical dog - a successful, arrogant trahal, crushed a young female under him and covered her. Husband - henpecked-zadrot, typical omezhka, feels the strength of the male. The fertilization of Lenochka Sergey looks like a logical continuation with the sending of hubby to change diapers to the male's offspring.
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a little louder than in the first part, but put the top ten in advance. :)
and this ... Len, well, we, girls, know that even if she was stupid for the first time, here, in the device, she wouldn’t have acted that way, judging by the image described earlier :)
Kalash and the Watcher correctly noticed, there is no love ... it was dispelled with the fervor of new sensations. if so wrapped, it was necessary to hint at the power of habit.
and Vijat (or Hijat) is right - if the chief wants to destroy the marriage, she will not refuse.
all this makes her a negative hero
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Good tale, put 10, a great erotic film would have turned out!
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Umnichka! To have such a cool slut in his mistress is worth a lot. 10 - ka
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