1. The Boss Is Always Right


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

    clubs, got them prostitutes of course we told them they were secret admirers. The client knew though. I am not honest with myself about this matter. Hell, I hate to admit this even here. In truth, I always wanted to see her used by another man. I wanted to see her scream in joy. I longed to watch her fuck some with some amount of real passion. The kind of passion I was powerless to make her achieve with my cock. When I pulled into the drive, my heart sank in my chest. I turned off the motor and shut my eyes. God, I don’t want to face her this is dreadful. I’m going to come off as such a wiener, what kind of man ask his wife to fuck another man for his job. Hell, for my job? For any reason, why would any man want such a thing? I walked in and Meg was dusting a coffee table. She looked at me turned her head to the side and her eyes narrowed, “Shit –,” she drew the word out in a fearful realization, “you got fired. That fucking dyke bitch fired your ass didn’t she?” “Not yet,” I told her and I sat down hard on the sofa of our great room. That is what it is called a big ass room specifically used to entertain large groups. Pool table, a dance floor, wet bar and only sparse furniture the room was a gathering place. We had used it exactly six times in six years for the company. The company, well the Company sponsored those parties really. That was the old days when Senior was around. “My declining sales was the subject of a harsh meeting with her.” “And you just took it, like ...
    always.” She held her fist in the air and pumped it, “You bent over and let her ram it up your passive ass while she ripped you for what a terrible job you were doing. What’s her threat, bring up your sales or out on your ear, after nine years of slavery.” She stopped just looking at me. I have no idea what she wanted me to say, then her threat came. The words I have dreaded hearing for over nine years. “If you can’t support me the way, I expect,” she shook, she was almost in tears, “well mister, there are plenty of others willing to take your place.” Her voice was as harsh as my bosses and just as critical pointing out my shortcomings. “She gave me a way out she has negotiated a deal with one client that restores thirty-percent of sales. There is another that will give back over twenty percent of what I have lost. That brings our income back to more than just maintaining what we have.” I looked at her I felt like a sheep worry that the shepherd would beat me with his staff. “Just who do you have to let fuck you?” “Not me, Meg, I have to let you get fucked. I have to let you get fucked in front of me.” Placing her hands on her hips she looked down at me. She looked like a school teacher catching a third grader cheating on a test. “Who,” she asked me her voice wasn’t sounding as hard as a minute before. Her eyes became vibrant, bright and her stance softened. “George Hastings,” her hands dropped. Meg returned to moving the feather duster over the end table. “He wants me to watch ...
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