My boss Helen(Owner of her own comapny) is such a stuck up frosty bitch. She really is one hell of a toffy nosed woman, and someone I used to doubt that her husband ever got to fuck her anymore. She genuinely thinks she's part of the Cheshire set, and often mentions famous people she's met and eats prolonged lunches with.
What my self righteous boss doesn't know, is I actually know for sure her husband doesn't fuck her anymore. That's because over the past eighteen months he's been spending lots of his time, and sometimes my work time, fucking me.
It began when I overheard him on his mobile arranging to meet up with a rent boy. I made sure he knew I'd heard him and the rest is as they say, history.
Instead of fucking a rent boy that afternoon, he arranged for me to have the rest of the day off. He then drove me to their home. As his wife, my boss was probably taking meeting after boring meeting, he was fucking me on their bed.
He even drove me to work the next day after picking me up. Before he dropped me off though, I sucked his cock dry in his sports car.
It's been a fantastic eighteen months whereby at every opportunity, we have gay sex of every description. And to top it all off this past couple of months, she's taken to having her husband run things at work, as she takes her long liquid lunches. In her office this past couple of months, her husband has fucked me in her plush black leather chair, on the large leather sofa she sometimes naps on, and on her massive solid oak desk. Even sometimes when she's drunk too much, in her very expensive car at the rear of the companies offices.
He's told me only recently, he'd love to make us a permanent thing. I'm not holding my breath, truly. But until we stop fucking, I'm just going to enjoy my bosses husbands cock for as long as he's willing to fuck me.