My Wife's Sex Pest Boss

My wife used to be a dental nurse for an old family friend. She always hated the job, and I never knew why. She left not long after we married and went to work at the doctor's, where she’s been for the last twenty years. A couple of months ago, my mother-in-law rang and told her that the dentist friend she worked for had passed away. My wife went strange for a couple of days and then sat me down and told me quite a tale.

She was quite teary and nervous she told her mum organised the dental nurse job when she was eighteen, the dentist, a lifelong family friend, was in his fifties. At first, it was OK, but then the dentist started touching her up. It started with just grabbing over her uniform and then wrestling whilst grabbing her breasts. Sometimes she would fight him off and even slap him; however, he found other ways to touch. One would be to touch her while a patient was in the chair. I asked how he did this, as usually dentist’s use both hands. However, he would find opportunities, like after he’d given an anaesthetic, or when she was making up an amalgam etc. These touch-ups started by grabbing her breasts and ass but would sometimes go further with his hand up her white overall. She started getting used to being grabbed and fondled, and in the end-stopped fighting; she just let him touch her.

I was concerned for her; what had happened was very wrong, but a part of me was slightly turned on. Her teary confession then got a lot worse. One hot day she left her pantyhose off, and during root canal surgery, she had both of her hands in a patient’s mouth sucking out stuff; the perv dentist went behind her to get something and put his hand up her overall. He felt her knickers and then pushed them to the side and felt her bare pussy. She couldn’t do anything about it and just let him finger her pussy. The wrestling matches then started again, which usually resulted in the perv rubbing himself against her with his hand up her overall and down her panties.

This kind of thing happened once or twice per month and only stopped when I came along. There was then a gap until after we married; however, a couple of months afterwards, he again touched her up, and that’s when she left. Had I known this was going on at the time, I would have killed him. I confess that I get turned on when I think about my wife being fingered by her old boss.