AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1 and Part 2. |
Since I wrote "Lost Wife" I've been thinking about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So after I wrote the story about the three guys in the supermarket car park, I set about thinking about the one involving her boss. Again this was told and re-told a number of times and it changed every time. Once again I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account. I'm not saying that this was how it really happened but I suspect it's pretty near.
Once again I've decided to tell the story from her point of view mainly because that's how I heard it originally.
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It's a good job that other halves aren't allowed to these Christmas do's, so you can really let your hair down without being restricted or moaned at. I smuggled my party outfit out with me this morning, not letting my husband know what I'd be wearing.
By mid-afternoon in our department, the drinks came out and all work stopped by about four. By then I already downed three or four glasses of wine. Almost in mass we headed for the toilets to change; as I'm the only girl I have the place to myself. My party dress was a light blue outfit, buttoned all the way up the front and stopped about mid bust. Under it I just wore a fresh pair of knickers. I don't wear bras any more, not even to work. I find it more comfortable like that and my husband loves the idea too. As a bonus most of the good-looking guys come around to chat to me and have a good look at my tits.
The music started and the office was now officially closed until after Christmas. My boss, James, came over bearing glasses and full bottle of champagne.
"Hi beautiful," he slurred. I could tell he had a few drinks too. "I think I'll do your review this evening," he chuckled.
He'd been threatening to do it for some weeks now and making some suggestive remarks on how I can improve my ratings.
"Perhaps we can find some quiet place later," I giggled, feeling my unfettered bust jiggle under my dress.
My husband always says that big girls shouldn't giggle or they will get into trouble. And so it was now, my movement instantly drew his eyes.
"Yes, most definitely," he said, dragging his eyes up from my partly exposed chest.
A little later on, Colin from Accounts came over and asked me for a dance. Now Colin is one of those guys who regularly visits me and has a good look at my tits while we chat. During a slow number his hand came up between us and gave me a quick fondle.
"Stop that," I giggled at him. "Not here, people will see."
"Come outside then," he requested.
I know I shouldn't have but I think the drinks may have gotten the better of me. I allowed myself to be steered into the dark corridor. Just as soon as we were cloaked by the darkness he started to kiss and fondle me.
"God, I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you," he muttered.
To get a better access to me he undid a couple of my buttons.
"No, you mustn't," I said, but I didn't stop him.
I just love having my boobs fondled, especially by good-looking blokes. He got both of his hands on me now, squeezing and mauling me quite hard. I put my hand down the front of his trousers and he was nice and big and hard.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Do that again and I'll come in my pants."
I unzipped him and pulled his hard cock out. I wanted to get it between my tits but this wasn't a very private place. After a bit more boob mauling I was beyond caring and got on my knees and engulfed him. Just as soon as I squeezed my tits around him, he came with a gush.
"Jesus!" he sighed.
I got up and left him there with his cock still hanging out of his trousers. I headed for the girls room to wipe away his goo and make myself presentable again. God, but I was hot and I could do with a stiff one between my legs, but I knew that was not allowed. After wiping away all the evidence I buttoned up the front of my dress but left the top two undone. You never know, I might get lucky again before the night was over.
"Where have you been?" my boss James asked. His eyes fixed to my exposed bust.
"Doing my hair," I giggled, thinking about my encounter with Colin.
Now James is okay for an older guy. He's about forty and I know he has a wife and kids at home.
"Time for your review," he chuckled, "let's go to my office."
I was too hot and randy to say no so I let myself be led along the dark corridor to his office. Just as soon as the door closed behind us he was kissing me and his hands became full with my tits. There were only four buttons left closed and he quickly opened them.
"Holy Moses!" he exclaimed when he saw my tits for the first time. "You are definitely going to get a good pay raise this year," he said as his hands moved over me.
He was removing his trousers and, if I wasn't careful, I was going to get more than I bargained for. Again I got to my knees and took his rather large cock between my tits.
"Oh yes, baby," he cooed, "squeeze them for me."
I pushed my boobs around his cock and he tit fucked me quite hard until he came all over me.
"Oh my," he sighed, "that was fucking awesome."
"So am I going to get a pay raise then?" I asked sweetly, getting to my feet.
"To fucking right," he said, "and I'm going to keep you in mind for my assistant spot too when Wendy retires next year, just as long as we keep having these private interviews."
"You bet," I chuckled.
That was an unexpected result. Wendy was going next year because she was sixty and there had been some talk about who would replace her. Well, it seems if I keep James happy, the job might be mine. Again I headed to the girls room to wipe away another load all over my chest. This was going to be a "Christmas do" to remember.
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Now I'm not saying this was how it actually happened but, knowing my wife as I did and how she described her experience to me during our lovemaking, it's probably close enough. Some nights she would say that all she got was a quick fondle from this guy or her boss, other nights she said she got totally fucked by everybody. I suspect the reality is somewhere in the middle. At this time she accepted as her due that she was going to get lots of attention from guys who would want to look and to touch her fine pair of tits.
As I have said in my first "Lost Wife" story, I have found a few pictures showing her fine tits. If any reader would like to see them, just ask and don't forget to include your e-mail address. If you have already received one, please say so in your mail and I'll send you a different one.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 4
