1. The Boss Is Always Right


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Cuckold, Wife, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

    so hard and fast I worried he was going to have a heart attack. His face was pink as he rasped in the air. He struggled to move off her then plopped down hard on the chair. “Oh shit Phil, she’s an animal man. You’re a lucky bastard, my friend.” His little dick retreated back into his pants. He rubbed his head and kept feeling his chest, “I’m sorry Miss Meg I can’t do anymore this trip. I know, I’m a disappointment to you, but you weren’t to me. I haven’t fucked a woman in fourteen years. Not since my wife died. Well, I think I will go back to my hotel.” “Nonsense,” Meg said. “First you were wonderful, I totally enjoyed it,” she leaned into him and kissed him. Second you aren’t going anywhere. You’re staying the night and I’m fixing you an excellent breakfast in the morning.” Taking his hand, she led him to the guest room. This wasn’t what we discussed, but I could see he was worn out. I guess his advanced years caught up with him on this. I think the anticipation could have also contributed to his exhaustion. I bet he hadn’t slept the night before or on the plane ride. I dutifully followed them. Meg made him sit on the bed and excused herself telling him not to move she would be right back. She returned with a basin filled with water, a bar of soap, a washcloth, and a towel. Then gently she undressed him and gave him a sponge bath. She left his prick until the end. He kept trying to cover it and she would firmly move his hands away. Telling him to be good she teased around ...
    near his cock at last soaping him up on his upper legs and lower belly. Then she washed the area clean and toweled him dry. “Stand up, George,” he stood, “turn around.” He again did as instructed. She soaped his back and ass up then cleaned off the soap and toweled him dry. She guided him around and indicated he should sit. “Now don’t you feel better?” “I do,” he said, “but I am uncomfortable with my privates showing.” Again he started to put his hands on himself and my wife made a sound. You know that mother thing, something between a word and cough that tells you – Don’t you dare do that – he moved his hands away. She then washed his cock up and down the friction caused it to swell up to a less than impressive four inches. “You don’t have to watch this, Phil.” “Yes, he does,” my wife retorted in a kind but firm voice. “He has his orders from his boss and I know no one wants her mad at them. Now do we George?” He agreed that wouldn’t be a good idea. Then she added, “The boss is always right!” After getting little prick good and soaping she washed it off but didn’t dry it. Then she bent her head to his rock hard miniature pecker and sucked him. He spat out his goo in less than a minute. My wife relocated to his face. Moving her mouth to his she fed him his seed and he ate it up greedily. Standing she said, “Well nighty night George I’ll fix you eggs, bacon, hash browns and coffee in the morning.” He crawled under the covers and fell asleep before the lights were turned out. As ...
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