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The Fucking Bookie And My Boss's Hot Wife

Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: kornslayer1, Rating: , Source: LushStories

"Hey, Rich, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?" I stopped at his doorway and turned back at quitting time. "Sure, I've never been invited to your house before, Mr. Stamstone," I replied, with my eyebrows risen. "Faye would love to see you." My head turned, I smiled and my cock stiffened as I pictured her. Her blonde hair, big rack and hot body that she frequently flaunted when she visited the office. I remained quiet for a moment, until my phone rang. "So, is that a yes?" I glanced at my phone and rejected the call. "Yes, I'd love to." "Good, be there at six." "Okay," I mentioned, before I left. I ambled through the hallway as my cock remained hard. "That's not weird, I mean I've worked for him for five years and now he invites me over?" I pondered, before I walked into the elevator. I rode it down to the ground floor. "Maybe I'll see her more exposed," I said, walking out of the elevator with only a few select lights for visibility. I roamed towards my car, got in and put the key in. "Damn, I'd love to fuck your hot wife, boss. I'd fuck her the way I know she'd love to be fucked," I moaned, with my eyes closed. Then all of the sudden, my window shattered. "Whoa, what the fuck!" I yelled, putting my hands up. Then I looked out the window. "Hey, Matt." I saw his big six foot five figure, as he wore a black trench coat "Oh, hello, Richard Stowmet," he said, holding a wooden baseball bat. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" I just looked away and bit my bottom lip, ... while breathing heavily. "I was just getting worried," he said, walking towards me. "Since you lost that bet last week, every time I call your cell, it just goes straight to voice mail. What's up with that?" My fists clenched up and I glanced at the ground. "You'll get your money, Matt. I just need time." "You've had plenty of time," he replied, before he swung the bat at my left side view mirror. "I'm sorry, but you will get your money soon. Please calm down," I pleaded with my heart pounding. He swung the bat at my windshield. "You better be right, or I may have to total this little blue car," he made clear, strutting backwards towards the exit. "If you really piss me off, maybe it'll be something smaller, like your legs. I'll expect a down payment of at least a grand by tomorrow," he warned me, before drifting off into the darkness. With widened eyes, I turned the car on and drove home. "Holy mother fucking shit, how am I gonna come up with five grand?" I asked myself, twitching. I arrived at my house and went right in. I showered and changed into different clothes. The whole time, I felt my heart was about to explode. "Shit!" I roared, punching the wall in my room towards my window. "I guess seeing Faye's nice body might be the best thing for me right now," I said, looking at my car. I left and headed over to my boss's house. The whole trip there, I just heard Matt's words. I felt my back become drenched and my hands tapped the steering wheel numerous times. Then I arrived ...