1. Her Husband's Boss


    Date: 10/13/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Domination/submission, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    hunch, Jessica meandered out a pair of patio doors and onto the large outside terrace. A glittering swimming pool was off to the left, and Jessica strolled over to it. There was no one there, and the quietness was a welcomed relief from the noise of the cocktail party taking place inside. Jessica took a sip from the champagne glass that she was nursing and looked around. This was the type of house she drooled over having. Someday, she thought to herself. Someday. The hunch that she had when coming outdoors paid off when she heard soft footsteps behind her on the patio stones and turned to see Michael Slater strolling toward her, wine glass in hand. She greeted him with a radiant smile. “You have such a beautiful house, Michael. What a pity you live here all alone.” Slater smiled. “I’m not alone all the time,” he said, with emphasis on all, and the implication of that was clear as he took a sip from his glass. Am I blushing? Jessica wondered. “I’m sure you’re not,” she replied. They talked for a while about the upkeep of the house and its surroundings—it was so hard to get help these days—and yes, even the weather. When the conversation finally lagged, Jessica went to the point. “So, my husband is going to be a great Vice President,” she said breezily. “We’re so excited!” Slater studied her, an air of amusement playing on his lips. “Yes,” he said evenly, not taking his eyes of hers. “That has a good chance of happening. It depends, though.” “Oh?” Jessica feigned an exaggerated ...
    expression of disbelief. “Depends on what?” Slater took another sip of wine. When he spoke, his voice was flat. Emotionless. “On whether his wife sleeps with me.” There was a pregnant pause between them. During it, the smile on Jessica’s lips did not falter. After a several seconds of odd silence, she replied. “Excuse me?” “I said that Michael’s promotion to Vice President depends on whether his wife sleeps with me.” He paused to take another sip of wine. “And by ‘sleep’, I don’t really mean sleep, of course.” Several more seconds passed in which Jessica’s smile did, at last, falter. “Are you…I don’t know whether to laugh or slap your face,” she said, her voice even. “Or your third option would be to ask me when and where.” Jessica regarded him for a further long moment. “I like the second option best,” she said at last. She then passed her champagne glass from her right hand to her left hand and with her right hand landed a hard slap to his left cheek. She then walked passed him and returned to the party. IV. On the ride home after the party, Jessica was silent, and her husband noticed. “Are you okay?” he asked. Jessica winced. She was miserable. She thought that it was pretty certain that she had just ruined her husband’s chance for the promotion. But what a cad! The nerve of Michael Slater! Propositioning her was bad enough, but the crude way in which he did so infuriated her. She debated whether to tell her husband, and decided against it. He would be furious if he knew, ...
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