In October last year my wife informed me of possible impending redundancies at her place of work. I'd not long lost my job, as the industry I work in, is seasonal. The outlook for us didn't look good as the recession in our area had hit badly. I knew one of her company directors at my wife's workplace as he used to be a very good friend of my gay uncle. I went in to see him about the redundancies, hoping to find out if my wife was one of those being thought of to go. He did meet with me briefly but told he couldn't speak on site, just in case anyone overheard or suspected something, as they knew I was the husband of a possible redundant employee. We arranged to meet up later at a nearby hotel bar to talk.
The discussion wasn't looking to promising until I told him I was willing to do anything to help my wife keep her job. I knew what I was saying, it wasn't as if I was tricked, and when he got the key for the room I also knew I was prepared to go all the way if I had to.
When we got into the room and he dropped his trousers and underwear, my resolve almost went. His cock was at least seven inches and it was still only semi erect. Sitting on the bed I watched him walk up to me and with his hardening cock only inches away from my face, I put the fingers of my right hand around his thickening shaft and guided his cock into my mouth. It was no where near as bad as I thought it was going to be and as he started to slide his cock over my tongue, time and again, I began to relax.
It probably wasn't the best blow job he'd ever received, but he did cum all over my face all the same and to myastonishment I'd become turned on and erect myself. Cleaning the cum off my face with a towel, I listened as he asked me to meet him the following day at the same place. The second time I took his cock into my mouth, he also took mine and we sixty nined each other. The oral sex we had together lasted a lot longer the second time and I enjoyed it just as much as he did.
I knew when he text me on Thursday morning the week after, where we'd be meeting. I was wrong. We met at his house and it was on his massive bed I got my first taste of anal sex. It wasn't pleasurable at all at first, and at one point I nearly told him to forget it. When the pain subsided though, I began to feel at ease and the wonderful orgasmic feeling began to flow throughout my body. Starting in my arsehole, on through my cock and balls and into my stomach, as his cock worked it's way deeper and deeper inside me.
I came with him fucking me hard from behind, spooning me. Holding my hands with his and not touching myself at all. Pulling out of me only seconds afterwards, he raised up and sprayed his cum all over my face again. When he sank back down we kissed for the first time.
Every week after that and on until this very week, we've been meeting up to have sex. Sometimes at his house, sometimes at mine. Or just like last week in the fine weather, we've driven out to a quiet rural place and fucked outdoors.
My wife's job is safe and I've started working for another branch of her company. It might not have been a conventional way of securing employment, but it has been profitable in every way, financially and sexually.