Boss, I Nailed Your Wife – Part 2

“You don’t leave a woman wet, darling”. My boss’s wife was saying those words to me while her hand found its way into my pant and pulled the skin on my cock.

I was daydreaming during work after that half-successful lunch at my boss’s home. I couldn’t get his beautiful and elegant wife out of my head. I wished she had the same thoughts of sharing the bed with me.

I wished a message would pop out on my phone from her. My thoughts were getting intense and frequently shagged off imagining pounding her pussy while I play with her saggy boobs. Maybe the lust was one-sided. I thought she doesn’t think of me the same way I thought of her.

But my mind said otherwise whenever my boss gave handed me a lunch box he brought from home. He would say, “She made it for you. She thought you’d be bored with your own cooking”.

My heart jumped like a lover does at the sight of his girlfriend standing nude. But my mind always got confused as to whether she had the same intentions or was she being nice.

I was waiting for an opportunity to see my boss’s wife again and try my luck. But I hardly got any until one weekend. It was raining heavily and my boss and I chose to gulp a few beers down our throats.

We went to a nice bar and lost the count of the beers we had. He completely lost control of everything and I couldn’t see him any chance of driving. I too had quite a many but I didn’t lose my senses.

Then a thought crossed my mind. Why couldn’t I drive him to his house? That was my chance to watch the queen of my fantasies. I got him to his car with the help of a waiter and we drove away.

My heart was beating faster as I approached his home and I honked at the gate. There was quite a drizzle that night. And then I saw her in a night robe walking toward the house. That robe revealed her thighs and my cock started his fight. The alcohol was playing its part.

My boss’s wife got wet and noticing that her husband not getting down, she came towards the car. As she bent down, there was this sight that gave me many sleepless nights. Maybe she didn’t wear a bra and that made her robe reveal most of her chest. Huge boobs trying to pop out at any time.

As soon as she saw me, she covered her robe with her hands. I pointed my finger at her drunk husband and her face went a bit red.

We had to carry him inside. We dropped him on the sofa and I turned towards her and said, sorry. She didn’t look at me and walked away.

I was too tired but my mind kept running the thoughts of her. I couldn’t control my cock any longer.

My boss’s wife came in with a towel and handed me one. She went to her husband and started drying her husband. As I dried myself, I couldn’t help but notice how revealing her thighs are now. I kept peeking at her body. Her thighs are too meaty and kept shaking as she dried her husband.

As she walked away, she smiled at me. But an unusual thing happened. As she walked past me, I saw her smell her hand, the one I shook hands with. I couldn’t believe what happened. Did she smell my cum that day? Did she like me staying around? Or was she hinting a suggestion at me? My mind ran like a race car with thoughts.

I could hurry things and try taking initiation with her and if she was alarmed, I could blame the alcohol. But I couldn’t risk as I want to shove my cock into my boss’s wife’s pussy at any cost.

I saw her walking towards the kitchen and she stopped at the door and asked me if I need anything. I asked for water and she went into the kitchen.

I heard her doing something and I wanted to try my luck. I walked into the kitchen. She was cooking something and she wore a new nightrobe, a velveteen. I just wanted to hug her and make her bend over and put my cock inside her.

I stood in a side and watched her thighs and belly shake as she moved. My cock was out of my control a long time ago.

She gave me a glass of water and I smiled. She started speaking and thanked me for bringing him home. I smiled and asked if he had told her about the booze. She said his phone was switched off a long time ago. That was my cue. She turned around and asked me if I would eat anything. I said I am hungry.

I thought to try my luck now and as I walked past her to drop the glass in the sink I rubbed my cock on her big ass. I put the glass down and as I saw her she just gave a deep look and resumed with her cooking.

I was scared and sad that it might trigger something bad. I was standing a little closer than before. I was determined to give it a final go and started thinking of hugging her and yet scared.

She handed me a plate with an omelet and I noticed her not looking at me. Her chest moved a little faster as I could see her huge boobs move up and down. She had a broad revealing chest. I could see it more now as she wasn’t wearing a bra, at least that’s what I inferred. And the silence still followed.

I was hardly eating as my mind trying to fight my thoughts with alcohol. An unusual thing happened. She bent down and opened a cabinet to pick a plate. But as she did that, her ass got rubbed on my bulged cock.

My hands trembled and as I looked down, she was still looking for something. I made up my mind and I moved a bit closer. She moved backward and my cock had enough contact on her ass. Air started to feel a bit colder.

To be continued.

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