From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hot Boss
Date: 22 Sep 1996 19:17:46 GMT (FM+. slut)

			  My Party Treasure
			Another Hot Wife Tale
				  by
			      J. Boswell

	My wife, Dawn, and I were married a little over three years
ago, when she was still seventeen and I was twenty-two. Neither of us
had experimented very much with sex before we met, and we enjoyed sex
together, but all too soon it seemed to become somewhat routine.

	I work the midnight shift at "The Point" and I have a close
relationship with my manager, Bob. Bob is a huge guy and a really
tough boss, but he is all right if you stay on his good side. With
that in mind, I even invited him to my wedding, soon after I started
working for him.

	Our apartment is close to work, so Bob often comes home with
me after work and has a few beers before he goes home to his wife and
kids. Naturally, at this hour, Dawn is just getting up and is usually
still in her nightgown or just a t-shirt and robe.

	Needless to say, Bob gets 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 our
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
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 her tits or
putting his big hand between her thighs.

	One day, Bob said he was leaving early, but that he would
still meet me at my apartment for his morning brews. I had a suspicion
that he was going to my apartment and start drinking early - 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 four-hour head start
on the beers. (He can be a nasty drunk.) 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 that Dawn 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 said 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 morning started a new routine. Now, 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. I
wasn't all that jealous of Bob, and Dawn seemed to be enjoying the
extra attention. 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 also knew that
being married to Dawn had a lot to do with it.

	One morning, Bob asked me if we could have a Bachelor Party at
my apartment for one of the guys we work with. I said sure.

	Then he asked Dawn if she would be hostess, 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 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 and you could tell from their looks that they liked what they
saw.

	Dawn and I were in the kitchen when Bob came in and told Dawn
to "loosen the fuck 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 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 the attention. Dancing with all the guys, I could see
them feeling her ass or reaching down her dress to feel a 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, they 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. 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."

	Bob stepped out of the room, and then told me to come look.

	The guest of honor was sitting on a chair in the center of the
room and Dawn was naked, on her knees in front of him, sucking away at
his cock.

	Bob laughed and said, "I guess she had the idea on her on,
huh? Damn! What a sexy little slut she is!"

	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
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 on to our coffee
table 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.
Dawn whimpered a little bit 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. 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, and said, "Well,
after that, 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 this coffee
table 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.

	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.

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