Your Husband’s Boss

I’m not really someone who keeps secrets, especially from you.

I can’t even keep it to myself when I buy you a gift. I have to tell you what it is immediately.

But this… it started as just a little crush. Something that felt fun and a little scandalous to think about now and then.

It wasn’t something I was actively hiding from you—it was just this fantasy that lived in the back of my head every time we went out with your co-workers or the holiday parties at your office.

I never had any intention of actually telling you about it. It felt too… personal, in a way. Like it might be something that pushed us apart instead of bringing us closer together.

I wondered too if it might hurt your job or your relationship with him if you knew…

But… you actually… you took it really well that night when I let it slip that I was attracted to your boss.

I was worried, of course, about how you would react. But… it was a really nice conversation.

We haven’t been really frank and open about our sex lives like that in a really long time.

And the way it ended… well, it sounds like watching me with another man is something you are very interested in doing, starting with your boss.

And lately, you’re inviting me to office happy hours a lot more often…

“No, c’mon, you can’t seriously think the Rangers are going to make the playoffs this season. No, you’re delusional. Tell him—babe, tell him he’s delusional.”

“I don’t know. New coach, new stadium. Anything could happen.”

“No. No. Not going to happen.”

“Hey. Look who just got here.”

I follow your eyes to… Mm, there he is. Your boss, Luke, the tallest and—sorry, honey—the best-dressed guy in the room.

“Wanna go say hi?”

“I swear to god—you need to stop. You’re crossing the line, buddy.”

“That’s what you like about it.”

As annoying as you’re being right now, you’re right. There is something kind of… wrong about being attracted to my husband’s boss. And yes, that off-limits aspect to it is… really, really hot.

Maybe it’s not wrong, but… clearly, there are some complex emotions involved for both of us. A few ethical considerations, too.

I just can’t really imagine what it must feel like for you, the thought of your wife fantasizing about the man who pays your salary and tells you what to do all day.

I know you’re into it, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around why exactly.

“Okay, but seriously, he’s heading straight over here. I think you’re going to have to talk to him.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Daniel, hey. You’re looking fresh. That late night on Monday didn’t mess up your week?”

“Ha, no, it was all good. Honestly, it was kind of fun pulling an all-nighter. Felt like I was at university again.”

“Good, good.”

“Luke, you remember my wife, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Hey, glad you’re here.”

“Hi, yeah. Good to see you.”

“By the way, sorry for keeping him so late the other night—I take full responsibility for that. I messed up something that, unfortunately for him, he was the only one who knew how to fix.”

“Oh, no problem, the later he stays at work the more episodes of The Bachelor I get to watch, so it works out.”

“Right.”

I don’t know what it is about this guy that just… mmm.

There’s something a little rigid about him. Not just in his physical appearance—he’s a classic blazer and patent leather shoes kind of man—but in the way he carries himself and interacts with people.

He’s polite But it seems like there’s something underneath all that. An intensity he’s holding back.

I don’t know, I might just be projecting all that onto him because I think he’s hot.

“Oh, I just noticed your drink is looking a little low. Let me fix that for you.”

His eyes move down to my hands for just a second before flicking back up to my face. I look up at him, trying to ignore the flurry of butterflies in my stomach.

“Oh, sure, thanks. ”

“Daniel, you need another?”

“No, no, I’m still working on this.”

“I’ll be right back, stay here.”

“You look a little flustered.”

“What? No. No, I’m not.”

“I like seeing you like this. I can tell you’re getting a little worked up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m just… imagining what it would be like. You… watching me… watching you… while he—”

“Babe, stop. I… I can’t think about this here. I’m getting fucking wet.”

“Good.”

“Alright, here we go.”

“Oh, thank you. You’re too sweet.”

His fingers brush over mine as he gives me the glass. They’re cool and a little damp from the drink, but I still get a rush of heat in my hand when we touch.

“No problem at all. Hey, Dan, I just remembered—you said you two are heading out to Puerto Rico next month, right? For a surfing competition or something?”

“Yeah, they’ve got great beaches down there. We love San Juan, we go almost every year.”

“Do you surf?”

“No, but my father was very into it growing up. You know what, come to my office real quick, let me show you something. You’re going to love this.”

I look over at you and try not to let it show on my face that I am, in fact, feeling a little flustered. I also feel like I’m not hiding it very well.

You slip your hand into mine and pull me along as he leads the way down the hall.

All I know is I’m about to be alone in a room with my husband and his boss and I might not be able to control where my mind goes.

“Alright, let me see here… where is it…?”

He walks behind his desk and digs around in one of the drawers. It’s a nice office… way bigger than yours, of course. Heavy white blinds along the windows match the framing of the huge wooden door.

But it doesn’t feel over-the-top or excessive. It’s shiny, but reserved, kind of like him.

“Here we go. Take a look at this. My dad won this medal in the World Surfing Competition in 68, down at Rincón in Puerto Rico.”

“Wow, look at that. That’s incredible.”

You and I approach his desk, you standing over his shoulder to look at the medal in his hand and me perched on the edge of the huge oak desk.

God, he smells good.

“Yeah, I keep it with me in the office all the time. Just a little keepsake I like to hang on to. I rarely meet anyone who knows anything about surfing, so I like to show it off every chance I get.”

“That’s really sweet. I think we were down at… Isabela last time? Is that right, Dan?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll have to check out Rincón while we’re down there.”

He sits down on the edge of the desk, right beside me, just close enough that the fabric of his blazer brushes against me.

I look over at you for just a second and you can barely contain a smile. Your eyes tick back and forth between my face and his. He looks over at you for a moment before his dark eyes fall back on me.

I’m starting to get the feeling that this trip to his office was maybe planned in advance. Like the two of you are in a joke that I’m not aware of.

“Hey. Can I be frank with you for a moment?”

“Mmhm. Sure.”

“You look gorgeous tonight.”

I look over at you again as you take a seat in the deep-set armchair next to the desk. Your eyes are a little dark and there’s something intense and a little desperate about the way you’re tapping the heel of your foot on the hardwood floor.

“Yeah, you do.”

“Okay, boys. I see what this is. Daniel… let you in on my… little crush.”

“He did, yeah. I’m very glad he did.”

A rush of excitement floods through me. Reality is finally settling in.

The thought of you two talking about this, of him thinking about me the way I’ve been thinking about him… It’s almost too much to process right now.

He shifts closer to me, his mouth somewhere near my ear.

“I think that Dan is a very lucky guy.”

“Mm, you’ve always thought that? Or just since he brought up the idea of this little arrangement?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Well, being that he’s my employee… and I’m his boss… I’ve given him the job of sitting here and watching while we… spend the evening together.”

“And what do you have in mind for us?”

He leans forward a little and braces himself against the desk. His hand lands somewhere near the small of my back.

“He tells me you make this incredible face when you orgasm. That you make some unbelievable noises when you’re… completely filled up.”

I look to you one last time, just to give you a chance to speak up or offer your own guidelines, but you’re already settled with your hand hovering over your lap. You’re just waiting for the show to start.

Luke’s hand curls gently around my jaw, turning my gaze away from you and back on him. He leans in close enough that his warm breath is on my cheek. His mouth hovers near mine, lips parted, just waiting for me to make that first move.

Fuck it.

His mouth is firm and insistent. Like he’s used to being in charge.

I turn my body towards his and bring myself closer.

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Mm, there we go. There’s some urgency now… like he’s finally starting to let go and show a little hunger…

He stands up from where he’s sitting on the desk and puts himself between my legs. He leans forward, hands flat on the desk, his body huge and hulking over me.

His mouth is warm and wet as it passes over my jaw… my neck…

Right down to my collarbone…

But I can tell he’s still holding himself back. I wonder if I can get him to let go a little…

He pushes my blazer down my shoulders and I slowly pull my arms out of each sleeve.

I look behind me for just a second and see you rubbing yourself over your pants. Your eyes are fixed on me. You look almost hypnotized by the sight of us.

His breath is getting shallow, urgent. And the outline of his cock is starting to show against his pants.

He lays his hands against my tits and squeezes through my shirt. Each squeeze sends a ripple of pleasure through my entire body.

I think of all of your co-workers… his employees… just down the hall. Can any of them hear us?

His mouth completely covers mine again. This time his tongue is parting my lips, pushing further and deeper…

My body feels hot and my clothes are suddenly stifling. I pull my shirt up my chest and he takes care of the rest, carefully lifting it over my head.

He looks a little surprised that I’m not wearing a bra as he presses me against the desk on my back. My nipples pucker in the cool air as he rubs his thumbs against each one.

My chest rises and falls beneath his. Goosebumps prickle along the length of my arms and thighs as his hand slides down across my ribs… along the curve of my hip… and squeezes my thigh.

His mouth hovers over my nipple and he looks into my eyes. I wait for the sensation of his tongue, but he withholds it. Teasing me. Daring me to ask for it.

“Your husband told me you like to beg.”

“I like being made to beg.”

“Good to know the distinction.”

I won’t beg for him yet, but the idea that he’s going to attempt to make me is enough to make my pussy clench.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down, just enough to make me squirm.

“Yeah… keep going…”

His hand around my thigh drifts up to the waistband of my jeans. He rubs between my legs through the fabric. God, he’s such a tease… and I want him so fucking bad.

Finally, his fingers hook around the button and he slowly slides the zipper down.

You’re getting louder, off in the corner watching us. I can hear the sounds of you stroking yourself getting faster… and wetter…

Luke shifts over to my other nipple and sucks it into his mouth.

“You want him to fuck you, baby?”

“Yeah… I want him in me.”

“You want him hard? You want him to fill you all the way up? Is that what you want?”

“Oh my god, just fuck me…”

He yanks my tight jeans down to my ankles and I kick them off somewhere behind him.

His fingers press up against my underwear and he rubs me through the thin fabric.

I want him to touch me so bad… Why is he holding back…?

He wants me to fucking beg, doesn’t he?

“Ask for it.”

“Touch me—”

“Nicely.”

“Please, fucking touch me… I’m so wet…”

He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear and dips between my folds.

He massages my clit in small, deliberate circles. I rock my hips against his hand and hold on tight to the edge of the desk to keep myself balanced.

A wave of hot pleasure rushes through me as I look over my shoulder at you. Your shaft is hard and thick in your hands.

“That wasn’t so hard to get you moaning for me.”

“You’re nowhere near finished yet.”

My moment of confidence seemed to inspire him… to help him let go a little more… to unleash on me…

His fingers swirl around my clit a few more times… and then drift down towards my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”

“Go in me.”

He pushes two fingers inside… slow… inch by inch…

“Oh, there we go…”

I flatten my palm against the back of his head and he buries his face in my neck. His fingers move faster… harder… curling up against my g-spot.

My hips buck against his fingers with each pump of his forearm. My clit’s fucking throbbing.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, shit…”

“Yeah… yeah, right there…”

“Do you want his cock, baby?”

“Yeah… yeah, I fucking want it…”

“I love how greedy you are.”

“Oh my god, please fuck me…”

“I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Good.”

He yanks my underwear down my ankles and pushes my legs apart. I sit up and reach for his waist, but his hand against my chest guides me back down.

“Oh, fuck…”

His dick is… fuck, he’s big. And hard. And thick. And I really need him to fuck me right now.

He pushes the tip of his shaft against my folds… teases me with it…

“What was that you said about begging? How much you like to be made to beg…?”

“Fuck… mmm, please… Please, put it in. Please fuck me—”

His thumb presses against my clit… he’s taking his time… and torturing me in the process.

I try to get closer to his cock, pushing my hips forward, rubbing myself against him.

“A little more…”

“Please… please fuck me…”

“In front of your husband?”

I tilt my head to the side and look over at you again. Your fingers are wrapped around the head of your cock, and you’re pulling and stroking… and there’s this look in your eyes. This primal, intense look, like you’re devouring me along with him.

I turn back to him and just nod. I can’t form words. I can’t do anything but wait for him to fuck me.

He pushes deep in me… relentlessly deep… completely spreading me apart…

“Oh, there you go…”

His strokes are long and slow… stretching me so wide that I… I can’t fit anymore…

“Oh, that’s it, baby. Take him. Take him all in.”

He squeezes my waist and holds me against the desk as he drives into me again and again. There’s a dull ache near my stomach every time he thrusts up into me. Every time he pulls away leaves me desperate to feel that sensation again.

I clutch onto his hips and fuck him back, hard.

“You feel me? Do you feel how hard you made me?”

“Oh, fuck, yes—yes!”

Even from across the room I can hear the desperation in your voice. You sound like you’re going to cum any minute now.

“Cum all over him, baby. Will you cum on his cock?”

“Yeah? That’s what you want? Right here in front of you? You want him to make me cum?”

“Yeah, baby, please—please—”

He pushes his hand between us and presses two fingers up against my clit. Every nerve in my body is on fire.

I can’t last much longer. I can’t hold on.

“Cum nice and hard for both of us… your husband wants to see another man make you cum. Can you do that? Can you do that for us?”

His fingers work hard and fast against my clit. Every thrust of his dick is building pleasure deep inside of me.

I lie flat on his desk, stare up at the ceiling and just… breathe. Half an hour ago I was pulling up to your office for a quick company happy hour before dinner…

And now… I’m… exhausted. And just had one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

You’re cleaning yourself up in the armchair and… there’s a massive smile on your face.

And he… looks far more relaxed than he did when he first showed up.

“I, unfortunately, need to get back out there. You two feel free to take as much time as you need in here.”

I look over at you… and you’re still grinning with that satisfied little smirk. I have a feeling that our night is far from over.