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Boss's Night Out
by Rodger-the-Dodger (address withheld)

***

My boyfriend/lover introduces his Boss into our night 
otherwise set aside for loving, He was a very bad boy, 
but my body and I forgave him. (MMF, sharing, orgy, 
rom)

***

My lover and I have a lot of fun doing various things: 
dining, travel, and shopping. But, it is our special 
Friday night visits that are, well, the icing on the 
cake. He and I are both married but to others and our 
married lives are boring with only the occasional 
"mandatory" sexual interludes. Jerry and I get together 
on some Fridays, when he is "away on business" from his 
mate and my mate is overseas. Jerry and I look forward 
to a little dinner, wine, fantasy, surprises--as you 
will see--and the rest of the evening takes care of 
itself: sex in its many varieties and joys. Some say 
coming is good for you and we were good for each other.

At first, Jerry had to talk me into our affair and it 
him took more than a year. I would get flowers at work 
only to tell him not to send them. Romantic cards would 
arrive which were, again, rejected. But he persisted 
and my will power weakened to the point I finally 
agreed to see him. My plan was to convince him to leave 
me alone. I was flattered by his attention but I was 
married. He finally confessed that he was, too.

He was attracted to me, he said; to my personality, my 
body and ample breasts, girlish figure, to my laugh. We 
met after work at a pub in the country, a good distance 
from our own neighborhood. Discreet was the thing, you 
see.

With drinks, softening me, dinner filling me, laughing 
together. He enticed me to the point I wanted just one 
taste, just once and we could go our separate ways. He 
drove me a short distance and parked. Holding me, 
kissing me, and tasting me, his hands going where they 
wanted, stroking and penetrating. I was warm all over 
before he made his final move and gave me the taste I 
was wanting. By then my body surrendered all resistance 
as bodies do. 

I was so hot to his touches, straddling his lap, 
fumbling to open his pants to see what he had. Then I 
was what he had. The car windows fogged. We were 
breathing hard as he thrust into me. I knew I was being 
a dirty girl, a very excited dirty girl. "I've got a 
surprise, honey," he whispered in my ear as he was 
holding and fucking him. I didn't want to stop but he 
pushed me to the side, one knee on the passenger seat 
and my other knee near his, my body straddling the 
console.

He pushed me down at the waist. I didn't understand. 
"Squat down, honey," he whispered. He loved whispering 
in my ear. I squatted down to where my cunt was against 
the gear shift knob.

"More," he demanded and the knob slipped inside, my 
auto-dildo. I opened more, sitting on it now, the metal 
knob cool on my cunt, filling me. "Wait!" he said. He 
turned on the engine and now I was impaled on this 
vibrating thing. His surprise, and mine! He was 
laughing now. 

My eyes closed and I was riding it hard and deep. I 
held on, dizzy, grabbing him to me as he felt my cunt 
lips and where the knob was in me. "I can feel it 
inside you," he said. "Me, me, tooooo!" 

I panted and purred, shuddering, coming hard and I kept 
coming until I was just an exhausted limp thing, he 
turned off the engine, petted me down, lifted me off 
his surprise. I felt weak, straightened my dress, 
breathed deeply.

"We better go now," he whispered, "I'm late to get 
home." That was my first taste of him but hardly the 
last.

I still got flowers and notes but now we arranged our 
trysts, often at my home when hubby was out of town. 
More games and fantasies. Usually, I would wear things 
Jerry got me for these special evenings. I thought 
about our "nights" all week long and by the time 
evening arrived, well, what can I say, I was really 
horny and ready. After all, Jerry had been fucking me 
in my mind from Monday to Friday, the anticipation 
growing each day.

This particular Friday night, I dressed in my French 
Maid outfit: a short skirt, small apron, hair in a pony 
tail, low cut blouse. That was it, no stockings or 
knickers to get in the way. Bare legs, bare bottom, no 
frills. I could feel the coolness from my wetting pussy 
and popped the cork on the wine he had sent, waiting 
for the door bell to ring, taking a sip or two of the 
wine to get a head start and I was completely ready for 
our evening of lovemaking.

The bell rang but when I opened the door, there, to my 
astonishment, was not only Jerry but someone else. 
"This is my boss," Jerry said. 

I was both devastated and disgusted. "But I only have 
enough dinner for two!" I protested, looking daggers at 
Jerry. "We'll share the food and I even brought another 
bottle of wine," he said, "It'll be fine," as he and 
his boss, Mark, walked past me.

 I decided to make the best of it, even in my agitated 
state. I'd settle with Jerry later, you bet I would. I 
did the best I could to cool down from the shock and 
cool my body down, too. I would wait 'til later.

We sat around our small dinner table, Jerry on one side 
of me and Mark on the other. He turned out to be nice 
and we all laughed at his unexpected visit with us. We 
talked and drank and nibbled at the hors d'oeuvres I 
had fixed. There was something strange about Jerry, 
though. He seemed off his usual mood and subdued. Mark 
took the lead in the conversation and so we finished 
off the first bottle of wine. All three of us were 
relaxed. "Tell you what, honey," Jerry said. "I'll fix 
dinner tonight so you and Mark can just talk. I'll open 
the other bottle." Jerry was soon back to fill our 
glasses. Mark and I talked while Jerry returned to the 
kitchen.

The next thing I knew, Mark's knee rubbed against mine. 
I looked at him smiling at me. This was nervous time. I 
had been so hot all week and had dressed for sex, as 
I'm sure Mark could see, I was in the mood for fucking 
but it wasn't Jerry touching my knee. It was his boss. 
My knee was ready for touching, just not by Mark. 

We sat drinking our wine and I felt the warmth of his 
leg, under the table he put his hand on my bare leg, I 
looked at him now, scared and questioning, my eyes were 
saying, "Jerry's in the kitchen and could come in at 
any moment, without warning." He squeezed my thigh and 
whispered (Whispering again!) "It's okay, he knows!"

A shock went through me. Was this another gear shift 
knob surprise? Jerry, the Rat, with another surprise 
for his lover, so he wanted to share me, without 
telling me? My cheeks flushed with excitement.

I was so hot and wet and wine-warm that I guess I was 
easy. Now Mark was moving under my little skirt. His 
hand hesitated, hoping that this was to be a special 
evening, waiting for my response. I parted my legs and 
moved down a little, one ear on to kitchen in case Mark 
was lying to me but my eyes closing and enjoying the 
feelings this stranger's fingers sent through me, 
parting my wet cunt lips. I could feel my nipples 
harden, his fingers working on me. 

I licked my lips, began to shake and fought to stifle 
my responses. I sat upright and disengaged. Mark looked 
at me, I took a breath just as Jerry came into the room 
with dinner, smiling at both of us. My cunt was aching 
and I pretended to be hungry for food as we ate and 
finished the second bottle of wine. It was a hard act. 
I wanted something hard but would have to wait.

I wondered about the next surprise in our evening. What 
had Jerry planned? A little feel by boss Mark, or, 
something else? It wasn't long until I got a clue 
because Jerry announced, "I'll go out for more wine, 
I'll be right back." Just as simple as that and he was 
up and gone. Now I was alone with Boss Mark, the 
handsome and very forward man. I had wetted his hand 
with my passion only minutes before. I had teased the 
beast, as it were, maybe he wanted more.

"Let's go sit on the couch," taking my hand as we 
walked into the living room, "Jerry talks about you all 
the time and the fun you have. I asked to meet you... 
more than meet you," he said. "Okay?" 

I smiled at him, crossed my legs and sipped the 
remaining wine in my glass. 

"So, how are we hitting it off?" he asked. 

I didn't really answer but uncrossed my legs in reply. 

"He won't have to worry about job security. I can tell 
you that." 

I was always interested in job security, which 
translated to more of our outings, vacations, dinners, 
shopping trips. I was being pressured, very politely of 
course, and wondered if this really was what Jerry 
wanted. It was his surprise so he must have wanted it 
to turn out okay. I walked to the bathroom, thinking it 
all over. Was it only job security that Jerry had in 
mind or a new sexual thrill as well?

When I returned, Mark took my hand. I was standing over 
him. "Jerry will be back soon," he said as he reached 
under my tiny French Maid skirt, right to my spot. 
Smiling, he pulled me closer, kissing and feeling as he 
pulled me over his lap, straddling his legs, opening me 
wide to his urgent feeling. I was so hot. I was boiling 
over and my body was giving in even if I still had 
reservations about all this surprise evening. He was at 
my mouth and his fingers on my other lips feeling and 
probing as I shivered and shook. 

I broke away, finished my wine, looked Mark in the eyes 
as he took my hand again. "Unzip me," he said. I 
hesitated and he unzipped himself. "We don't have much 
time!" he said. 

Out came his full-standing large cock. The he was wet, 
his cock throbbing and he pulled me over him. Both his 
arms around my waist now and pulling me down. I felt 
his large cock against me, fumbling for my opening. I 
was thinking of a vibrating knob, letting his cock find 
me. I wasn't going to help him, playing a little hard 
to get. Teasing this wonderful beast I'd only just met. 
What would he think of me? What did I care? I wanted to 
be impaled by a new surprise; breathing deeply, 
waiting, moving down on him.
 
"I've dreamed of this all week," he said, more 
fumbling. I lifted up, helping him. He was hard and 
straight. It wouldn't take us long. Then the door 
opened and in came Jerry with his wine! We froze. Jerry 
looked over at us, me straddling Mark, his long cock 
deep inside me, my face flushed. For a moment we were a 
frozen image of lust. Faces flush, bodies hot. I lifted 
away in a helpless protest. Jerry just laughed, "I 
guess you two are getting along okay from the looks of 
it," he said, "I'll open the wine." 

I was shocked still, Mark's cock in my cunt... Jerry 
popping a cork... and just then Mark pulled me close. I 
was astride his cock and Jerry came with the wine, 
acting as though nothing unusual was happening. I was 
feeling the throb of Mark's cock inside as it flexed 
and teased me. Jerry sat down and took my hand: "Some 
surprise, right, honey?" he said. I nodded my head and 
Mark's cock flexed again. "Well are you two just going 
to just sit there? Or are you going to do something?" 
he said smiling. 

"You bastard," I breathed at him. "You bastard." I laid 
my head on Mark's shoulder, starring at Jerry, smiling, 
nodding, squeezing on this stranger deep inside me.

The ice was broken! The prick had pricked my wet 
cunt... I was hot and wet. What's a girl to do? I 
squeezed Mark's cock and hugged him all the time 
looking at Jerry, who sipped his wine and smiled. Now I 
was going to teach the bastard a lesson.

I justified all of this to myself and squeezed on Mark 
again. "Are you just going to sit there with your cock 
in me?" I said looking Mark in the eyes and he lifted 
my thighs up and then back on to him. It felt like I 
was on a hot pole and I tried to sit on it but Mark was 
teasing me now. 

It's strange but Jerry wasn't there any more in my 
mind, there was a man, a man's hot cock, and my hot, 
thirsty pussy, and I forced down on this cock. I didn't 
need teasing, I needed fucking. I lifted off his cock 
until the tip was at my cunt lips and sat on him again, 
building a rhythm, hugging his cheek. 

Jerry leaned over and gave me a wine kiss, putting a 
little wine in my mouth, feeling my back. He lifted my 
little maid's skirt exposing my bottom. "Everything 
fits!" he said. 

"You're a bastard," I whispered to him as my rhythm 
quickened. "Kiss me again. Uh! Uh!" I grunted and 
breathed into his mouth." Jerry was rubbing me. Mark 
was being a beast.

Now I was kissing my boyfriend and fucking his boss as 
he was wetting my mouth with wine, I was wetting his 
boss all over his cock, Oh! I wanted this thing deep in 
me and could feel Mark thrusting hard now. I bit his 
ear and whispered, my breath on him and shook and came 
and screamed like I did when Jerry made me come. 
"Mark's so big!" I said. "Only the best for you, 
honey," Jerry said. I was sweating and hot and dizzy 
and resting on this big cock as it relaxed and 
softened.

"It's my turn," Jerry said. "I know you. You dirty 
girl. You're not finished. I know you too well. You got 
a taste and want another taste." I slipped from Mark's 
lap in a kind of daze as Jerry moved over me with his 
cock out now. Mark stood to one side and held my legs 
up exposing all of me to both of them. "You're pretty, 
especially pretty right now." 

My little maid's skirt a mess, my blouse open, my cunt 
open to these two horny men. I'll bet I was pretty. 
Pretty and still wanting more. Jerry did know me well, 
and often. 

I was too weak to reply and then Jerry was at me, his 
cock ready for its turn. Mark was holding my legs 
apart, standing over my face opening me for Jerry. My 
lips must have been red. I knew they were ready. 
Holding me like that, my cunt was cool in the air. 
Jerry smiled and kissed me and I felt his cock 
searching, finding, slipping easily into me. I didn't 
know if I could come again but the whole scene excited 
me. 

I was looking up at Mark, standing over me, smiling and 
bending down to kiss me, and Jerry began to work on me. 
Smiling, whispering: "I love you, honey." I was 
starting to build again. The scene, the surprise, the 
two good-looking men, enjoying me and I was enjoying 
myself. All my resistance was gone and I was fucking 
again, this time Jerry with his boss watching, I began 
to feel it again and my hips flexed. 

I tossed my head from side to side, letting out little 
grunts and sighs, exploring a second coming, exploding 
at my waist, this time Jerry's cock pulsed as it 
stroked me. Jerry leaned and kissed me: But I told him: 
"He's better than you, you bastard. Now see what you've 
done?" Just whispers in his ear and I was thinking 
about our long ago first night of dinner, drinks and, 
especially, a vibrating gear shift knob.

This special Friday dinner was a very memorable one. I 
was certain Jerry had the job security we both wanted. 
I was hot just thinking about it as I got ready for 
work on Monday morning wondering about our next 
rendezvous. 

The door bell rang. It was Mark! I was literally 
dumbstruck. He came in and put his arms around me. 
"Don't kiss me, Mark. I'm just leaving for work! You'll 
mess my makeup." 

"Let's not kiss, then," he said. But he kept hugging 
me. "You're really something. I couldn't get my mind 
off you. Sit on the table." He walked me backward, 
lifting me on the kitchen table, my waist level with 
his. He unzipped and pulled out his beautiful cock. "I 
won't tell him," he said. "He'll never know about it," 
he said as he spread my legs. 

I admit, I was hot again from the thoughts of the 
weekend. He pulled my knickers to the side and hugged 
me. I was instantly wet. 

"I won't tell him. I promise," he whispered to me. 

It was my chance to get even with the bastard. If I 
didn't fuck him now I would be late to work, no time 
for preliminaries and certainly no messy kisses. I took 
hold of Mark's cock, putting it on my cunt, rubbing it 
and pulling him into me to begin a delicious morning 
screw. It was our secret. Mark's vibrating knob and me, 
impaled, flexing, coming, coming as Mark started his 
engine.

What a way to start the week!

Continued in part 2...

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