My husband James and I went to the nightclub one Friday; James' new boss, Roger, was the owner of a nightclub and a restaurant as well. Roger invited the entire management team with spouses to have a nice meal together and enjoy the club. I chose to wear a short black lace pleated party dress. Since it was summer, I didn't put on stockings.
We sat at the table, and I was seated next to Roger. I couldn't look at him; he was an overweight, tall man eating his third steak. We were okay with one portion of steak, but he had ordered a big plate... That man wasn't looking after his health. I can't tell his weight, but he was damn heavy. Although he looked much older than my husband, I didn't find him attractive.
I finally saw my husband's new girlfriend and a coworker, Adeline, an elegant French woman in her late 30s. After long hours of no talking we decided to live in an open marriage with my husband James.
His boss Roger kept staring at my legs and was trying to maintain a conversation with me while drinking wine. He was telling me that James is a very good manager. I didn't find Roger interesting, but I continued the conversation out of politeness, so I asked him about his family. He said that he loAst his only son in a car accident and that he is a widower--his wife couldn't cope with the loss and committed suicide. I stopped feeling disgusted as I understood that he probably gained weight because he sought comfort in food. I felt empathy toward him and stopped joking in my mind about his weight.
Some of James' coworkers went to have fun in the nightclub, but James, Adeline, Roger, two other coworkers, and I went to Roger's office. We sat on a comfortable couch, and Roger poured us something stronger. I drank two small glasses of fine brandy. We were talking, and I went for a pee; when I returned, only Roger was sitting on the couch.
"They all went to the nightclub," he said. And my husband didn't wait for me--they just vanished without telling me. I was really pissed, and Roger poured another glass of brandy. He sat close to me, and we talked. I was tipsy... We joked about many things.
He started sniffing my hair and suddenly he just lay down on top of me, pressed his body against me and started kissing my neck. While he was kissing me, his hands went under my dress and he took off my panties. A man I recently met crossed all boundaries... His whole body was on top of me, I felt I couldn't get away, and kissing my neck excited me, and being tipsy added a feeling of defencelessness. I tried to struggle, but after a few attempts to free myself, I gave up and spread my legs. A heavy drunk man was on top of me and I was afraid that he would crush my body.
He wanted to French kiss me but I turned my head away so he kissed my neck, his hands wandered under my dress and was placed on my hips, suddenly I felt the head of his sausage on my clit. He started rubbing my clit with his dickhead and simultaneously kissing my neck and earlobes. He slid his fat sausage into my vagina, he did it slowly and I felt how his cock is forcefully stretching my bunny hole.
I was immobile and drunk... His tool seemed to tease my pussy, pulling it out and pushing it back in. I felt very wet and he began to fuck me with an alternating rhythm. The chewy sound of sex excited me and his thick sausage stretched and massaged my little hole.
My vagina began to pulsate involuntarily and I began to moan as my hips shook from the hard-to-describe high-current orgasm. Very soon Roger came inside me while he roared like a predator and lay on top of me for a while with his cock still inside my pussy after finishing. He got off me and sat down and said, "Your pussy is amazing!" I found my panties and put them on...
I had mixed feeling about all of this...
I slapped Roger in the face by shouting "Pig!" I ran outside and called a taxi.
I was really mad at Roger because the sex was without my consent, on the other hand I hadn't had such a good orgasm since I stopped escorting. I was also pissed at myself for being such a whore by letting a stranger to slide his cock in me. I was mad at my husband for leaving me alone with that pig.
The taxi brought me home. The post-orgasmic state and intoxication caused me to suddenly fall asleep after reaching my bed. I woke up with my clothes on, my husband had not come home, I went to the bathroom, my dirty panties reminded me of the encounter with Roger and it was not a dream. While I was washing my pussy I touched my clit and I had a small orgasm as my pussy had been well fucked yesterday. I continued to masturbate and remembered Roger's fat cock in my pussy.
I came back from the shower and enjoyed a quiet Saturday morning, my kids were at my sister's and had a nice weekend with cousins.
James came back late morning and asked when I was back... I told him and said that I was disappointed that he had left without warning, we had a little argument. I didn't say that Roger's cock was in my pussy.
After that weekend, my husband came back from work on Monday night and told me that he had been promoted to a higher position and his salary had been increased.
He was also going to a conference with Adeline on Thursday and would be back on Friday.
So on Thursday morning, I took my kids to school and drove back home to work from home. It was a hot day and I was only wearing a T-shirt type dress and nothing underneath. At around 1pm I heard a doorbell. When I opened the door, I saw Roger. Surprise, surprise...
„Hey, I brought USBs that your husband asked for," he said.
