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The Fucking Bookie And My Boss's Hot Wife

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

at his house. I got out of my car. "Hello, Faye," I said, as her arms went right around me. Her big tits pressed right up against my lower chest mostly, as I was about eight inches taller than her. I felt her silk purple dress with all ten fingers. Eventually, they also made it up to her curly blonde hair too. We hugged for about a minute, until she let go of me. "What happened to your car?" "Just an accident, nothing major." "Okay, I'm glad I finally get to see you outside of the office, Rich," she mentioned, holding my hands. My teeth bite down on my lip and my eyes were stuck on her boobs. "Oh, come on, I can't be the first pretty lady you've ever seen with big breasts." I just remained silent and looked at her blue eyes. "Don't worry, your secret is safe," she let me know, before we strolled inside. We made it to the dining room table. "I got the chicken," Mr. Stamstone mentioned, walking in there, holding the chicken. My eyes went adrift and we all sat down, with me sitting right next to her and him across from her. We all ate as Faye failed to cover the crack in her chest. "You know, Rich, if things go just right, I could be looking at my partner soon. Both of our names will be on the side of the building," he said, as she was up, pouring some more wine into my glass. In the process, I got the perfect view of her boobs as I was only about two feet away. "Don't drool over my c-cups," she whispered. My eyes parted from her rack and she sat back down. "That's good, I'm ... happy to hear that." "You should be, you dog." My fists clenched under the table and my eyes widened. He didn't add anything to that, but I didn't eat anymore. She gave me lusty eyes a few select times as they finished eating. "Damn, I'm stuffed, sweetheart. I swear this chicken was prepared by an angel," he said, getting up. "Thank you." "Hey, Rich, will you come to my room with me, I got something big to talk to you about." I calmly looked towards him. "Sure," I answered, standing up. "Thank you for the meal, Faye. It was delicious," I told her, looking at her face. "You are most welcome, come back any time," she replied, grinning and pulling her dress down slightly. I ogled her for a moment, before he grabbed my arm. "Come on, Rich. We need to talk." We strolled down the hall and made it to his bedroom. He shut the door and went to his dresser, as I stood at the end of the bed. He pulled out a white envelope and came back to me. He dropped it on his bed. "You know what that is?" I glanced at it and saw something green sticking out. "It is five grand, Rich." My right hand rose up and scratched the back of my head. "Funny, some guy named Matt paid me a visit not too long after you left." "Shit," I muttered, hitting my knee. "Gambling can be a poison if you make it one." "I've learned that the hard way." Then he ambled towards his window. "Pretty odd car accident, considering your driver side window, windshield, and side mirror seemed to be hit, but there is no bash." "Are you ...