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My Party Treasure by J. Boswell (fmm)
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Subject: BOSS (fmm) Boss drops by after work and turns wife to slut
Date: Tue Jul 4 14:19:50 1995
HOT-BOSS.TXT
My Party Treasure
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
My wife, Dawn, and I were married a little over 3 years ago
when she was still 17 and I was 22. We had dated for a while and
neither of us had ever experimented very much with sex before we
met, and we enjoyed sex together, but all too soon after getting
married it became somewhat routine.
For the last four years, I've been working the midnight
shift at "The Point" and I try to keep a close relationship with
my boss, Bob. Bob is a huge guy and a really tough boss, but he
is alright if you stay on his good side. With that in mind, I
even invited him to my wedding, which was soon after I started
working for him.
Our apartment is close to work, so Bob started stopping off
there after work to have a few cold beers before he goes home to
his wife and kids. Naturally, at this hour, Dawn was just
getting up and was usually still in her nightgown or just a
t-shirt and robe.
Needless to say, Bob got to see a lot of my wife. Since
this kind of excited me, and I knew Bob was enjoying it, I told
Dawn not to be so shy, and maybe even sometimes put on a little
tease show for his benefit. Dawn giggled and blushed when I
suggested this, but soon after our little talk, Dawn started
walking around in just her bra and panties, or a short nightie or
shirt with nothing on underneath. Bob obviously loved this and
would tease her a lot about her big tits or long legs or tight
ass; and sometimes he even pulled her down on his lap, feeling-up
her tits or putting his big hand between her thighs.
One night, Bob told me he was leaving early, but that he
would still meet me at my apartment for his morning brewskis. I
had a suspicion that he was in one of his real drinking moods and
was going to my apartment to get an early start -- there aren't
all that many places to go at 4 o'clock in the morning -- but
there wasn't too much I could do about it. I just hoped that if
that was where he was going, Dawn didn't piss him off somehow.
I was right -- Bob's car was already in the parking lot when
I got home and I dreaded Bob's mood since he had a 4 hour head
start on the beers.
When I opened the door, I saw Dawn, naked, sitting on Bob's
lap on the sofa. Bob seemed to be in a great mood and said that
Dawn had been "entertaining" him in the bedroom for the last four
hours, and he hoped that I didn't mind.
What was I going to say? Dawn sure seemed willing and Bob
could make my life hell at work and, besides, the whole thing did
kind of turn me on.
(I later found out from Dawn that she thought it was me
knocking on the door at 4 a.m. and was very surprised to see Bob
standing there grinning at her. He told her that he had been
"window shopping" long enough and was ready for the real thing.
Dawn told me she wasn't really awake yet, and before she knew
what was happening, Bob had her down on the sofa and had dropped
his pants and was trying to enter her. She said she was scared
of him and how strong he was and she didn't want to make trouble
for me at work, so after the first time he fucked her, she just
played along with whatever he wanted to do to her.)
.....
Well, that visit started a new routine. Every morning, when
Bob and I got to our apartment, Dawn would blow both of us and
then Bob would take her into the bedroom and fuck her a time or
two before he left to go home and she left for work. I wasn't
all that jealous of Bob, and Dawn seemed to be enjoying the
attention. She said that it was like having two husbands. Some
mornings, she'd really put on a show, stripping and strutting
around, showing off her terrific body.
Even work was going great. They had to let people go right
and left, but I stayed, and even got a small raise. When the
lay-offs started, Bob put me into a specialty job classification,
which kept me pretty safe from being bumped. I worked hard, but
I was still a rookie with only four years of seniority, so I also
knew that Dawn entertaining Bob had a lot to do with me having a
job.
One morning, a couple of months after all the sex started,
Bob asked me if we could have a Bachelor Party at my apartment
for one of the guys we work with. I said sure.
Later that morning, as Dawn was kneeling between his legs,
blowing him, Bob asked Dawn if she would be hostess at this
party, serving drinks and things. Dawn said she'd love to, and
would call in for the day off, so she could stay home and help.
.....
On the day of the party, Bob and I left work early and got
back to the apartment to see that Dawn had done a great job
decorating and getting all the food and beer ready.
Bob handed Dawn a box and told her it was something to wear
at the party. Dawn called out from the bedroom that it was too
low and wide-cut to wear a bra. Bob laughed and said that that
was why he picked it. Dawn did look fantastic. The dress was
real short and plunged down in the front almost to the waist.
When the guys started arriving, Bob made a point to
introduce Dawn to them and you could tell from their looks that
they liked what they saw.
Dawn and I were in the kitchen fixing food when Bob came in
and told Dawn to loosen up and act as sexy as she looked. He
said he didn't buy her that dress for her to act like "Emily
Fuckin' Post."
Dawn rolled her eyes at me and shrugged. Then she started
serving drinks, and when she bent over, you could see her naked
tits from the front and her tiny white panties from the back.
The guys (there was a total of nine of us) were going crazy and
Dawn was loving all the attention. Dancing with all the guys, I
could see them feeling her ass or reaching down her dress to feel
a naked boob.
Soon, Dawn's dress was off her shoulders and hanging from
her waist, and she was proudly displaying her large, round tits
for all the guys. Whenever she got near one, he would reach up
and grab one or even lick a nipple. She was going from lap to
lap, laughing, kissing and being felt up.
I went to take a pee, and Bob was just finishing up.
"Hey, boy," he said, "this party is starting to roll, now.
I'm gonna see if I can talk your sexy, little wife into blowing
the guest of honor. He'd love that hot little mouth of hers
wrapped around his schlong!"
Bob stepped out of the room, laughed out loud and then told
me to come look.
The guest of honor was sitting on a chair in the center of
the living room and Dawn was naked, on her knees in front of him,
sucking away at his cock.
Bob laughed again and said, "I guess she had the idea on her
on, huh? Damn! What a sexy little slut she is!"
In the next hour or so, Dawn sucked all nine of us until we
came in her mouth. A couple of the guys said they wanted to fuck
her, but she said they couldn't and just had to be happy with
what they got. And they were.
Bob got sucked off right after the groom-to-be, and I was
last.
As Dawn was blowing me she looked up and said, "Are you
having as much fun as I am?!"
I could only nod as I began to shoot my load into her mouth.
When Dawn finished with me, Bob lifted her up on to our
coffeetable and made her bend over so he could slowly insert his
thick cock into my wife's virgin asshole as we all watched and
cheered him on.
She whimpered a little as he entered her, and she begged him
to take it out, but he just kept pulling her back and forth on
his prick. He kept it up for at least five minutes, before he
pulled out of her and commanded her to suck him dry. kneeling on
the coffeetable, she took him into her mouth and began sucking
and licking and slurping as hard as she could. Bob shuddered a
moment, and then he allowed himself to shoot his cum into her
mouth.
Dawn stood up, put her hands on her hips, looked around the
room at all the lust-filled faces and said, "Well, after what Bob
just did to me, I sure don't have any secrets from you guys. Now
you've seen it all! I'm not calling it quits, but the floor and
coffeetable don't cut it. So, if anybody's interested, I'll be
in the bedroom."
Until the party finally died late that afternoon, and
everyone left, Dawn was available on the bed to anyone who wanted
her. Fucking or sucking -- it didn't matter to her. There was a
line at our bedroom door all day.
.....
Everyone had a great time at that first party, and all the
guys thanked me at work the next day.
Since then, we've had a lot of parties and the guys from
work often just stop over for a quick blow job or fuck on the way
home in the morning. Bob has even brought his boss over several
times to enjoy Dawn's easy pleasures.
Dawn's having a ball and just told me that her younger
sister is coming over to join in the fun at the next party.
© J. BOSWELL, March 1990
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