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Her Husband's Boss

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

her want to slap him again. Slap him and walk away fast. Instead, after hesitating for only a brief moment, she sat. Slater then turned to the bartender and nodded, and the bartender turned up the country music to a level that made conversation difficult. Jessica looked questioningly at Slater. “In case you’re wired,” he said, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the twanging sounds of a Nashville crooner bemoaning a lost love. “I’m not wired, you asshole!” “Show me.” Jessica looked around her. The bartender was still staring at her. “What do you mean, ‘show you’?” She had to nearly shout over the music. “Gimme your purse!” Hesitating for a moment only, she complied, and Slater quickly rifled through it and then, satisfied, handed it back. “Open your blouse!” Again Jessica looked at the bartender. He was positively gawking at her. “No!” she cried. “Turn you back to that pervert and open the front of your blouse! I’m looking for wires.” Jessica’s face turned red. For a long moment she considered aborting the whole, sordid affair after all and fleeing fast. But the potential payoff which had brought her here now held her here. It was all about the money. Finally, she scooted her chair so that the ogling eyes of the bartender were at her back. Her fingers then went nervously to the buttons of her blouse and undid them. “Pull it open!” she heard Slater tell her over the loud music, and she complied. Pulled apart, the front of her blouse revealed a pink bra that ... matched the color of her cheeks and allowed a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Slater’s eyes devoured her. Seeing no wires anywhere, Slater nodded to her and she quickly re-buttoned her blouse. Slater then motioned again to the bartender who turned the sound of music down to a level that allowed conversation in a normal tone. “Sorry, Jessica. Let’s face it, what I’ve engaged in so far is Class A sexual harassment, obviously. I have to be careful you’re not pulling a sting operation on me. That’s why I didn’t talk to you on the phone. And my text messages are from a phone that can’t be traced to me.” “You’re very smart, aren’t you?” The sarcasm in Jessica’s voice was thick. “My momma didn’t raise a dummy, no. And this place? Sorry, it’s beneath you, but I knew that no one either of us knew would see us here. The bartender’s the owner. We go way back. High school. I helped him set up this place. Would you like a drink?” Jessica shot a renewed look of disgust at her surroundings and then glared back at Slater. “Nothing this dump would have,” she said. “This place has about as much class as you do.” “Yes, but the beer’s good,” Slater laughed, wrapping his fingers around his bottle. “Sure you don’t want anything?” “I’ll have a cigarette,” Jessica said. She hadn’t smoked in five years, but felt extremely nervous at this moment and suddenly craved a nicotine fix. “Sorry, state law, Jessica.” Slater smiled. “Even in a dump like this.” Jessica sighed. “So, what do you want?” she asked ...