The story that I am about to write down is completely true, but I will use fake names for obvious reasons. If you want to read a story about a stud seducing someone's wife, this is not the right one for you. If you are curious to find out how an average guy like me got into the situation of fucking his ex boss' wife, let me share my story with you. It might be a bit long, hope you don't mind - but I never shared it with anyone, so I might go overboard with the words.

It all happened about 9 years ago, I was 27, just decided to steer clear of London, and work for a small local company that I could walk to every morning instead. We're talking Surrey, an ok part of Surrey, nothing fancy, very calm. I expected my new job to fit this setup, too, but it was anything but. In a nutshell, we had 3 bosses there, the three stooges as we referred to them, all of them suffering from some form of a Napoleon complex. I was working closely with one of them - Craig, he was probably the worst out of the Stooges. Imagine the type who lives a street away from work, yet parks his whatever-sports-car in one of the 2 allocated parking spots, not letting a pregnant employee park there, "in case anyone should come". The type who asked the same employee after she gave birth if she will come to work in a few days or what? We also found out that he added his wife as some sort of phantom employee. And here we are - the wife.

We, office folk met his wife - Dessy - every once in a while, she dropped by with their little kid, or dropped in for Christmas parties, etc. At the time she was 41, if memory serves, but would have easily passed as a thirty-something. She was originally from Sicily, had a very no-bullshit temperament and a very stingy, harsh sense of humour. Oh I liked her lots, I am not a very outgoing person, but I love humour, even if it's a little dark. This would be the part where most stories are about her giving the hero longing eyes, or long stares while biting her lips. Nothing of the sort happened just yet - she treated me like everyone else, however she did find my minimal Italian fun at one specific Christmas party. Our office was a pretty sad little building, not a lot of space, the toilet on our floor was built in the supplies storage. This is the same toilet I wanted to get into on the aforementioned Christmas party, but the door didn't seem to open easily. So I pushed it harder, and there was Dessy pulling up her panties, letting out a strong "HEY". I could only catch a glimpse of her 100% bare pussy - as I also didn't expect to see anyone in there. She didn't lock it properly, because - of course - it wasn't a straightforward, operational lock (had to lift it a bit, which she didn't know about). Anyway, I apologised profusely, while she was washing her hands, but she quickly understood that she didn't lock the door properly. She went past me without saying anything else. Sorry, no hot toilet action, but you will understand why I included this part of the story.

For weeks after that I kept thinking about what I have seen, cursing that I couldn't see it clearer or longer. Obviously fantasising over what it would be like to fuck her beautiful smooth pussy. I was a guy in his twenties, of course I kept daydreaming about it. The memory faded, I kept working every day for the same shitty company, for the same idiot - Craig. I've been there for the third year, seen Dessy every once in a while still. The company got to a stage of letting some people go, while the rest of us got silly things to do that was not really part of our job description. Our bosses couldn't bare the thought of us being paid while not having "a lot" to do, so that was their brilliant way of making up for it. As you can image, frustration was at an all-time high, we hated their guts, their smug faces and rude comments. I of course, especially hated Craig. He kept making me run errands for the company, and him personally, too. At one point, he asked me to pick up some office equipment from his house - laminators, projectors, laptops - wasn't the first time I've been at his house for errands, but he usually came with, we drove there - one mere street away. It was laughable. But not this time! He was stuck in a meeting all day, kissing investor asses, so he just asked me to go around noon, his wife should get home by then.

I walked to his place grumbling to myself, scrolling job advertisements, I was desperately trying to get away from it all. But it was mid-January at the time, so not a lot was happening on that front. I put my phone away, rang the doorbell, and Dessy opened the door for me, looking just as great as usual, wearing sweatpants and a huge jumper, her long, wavy hair in a ponytail. She had the warmest, almost amber-like eyes too. She knew why I was there, again, wasn't the first time I was doing errands. She let me in, asked if I wanted tea or something to eat (I always found that adorable. She was always cracking crude jokes, but her very Italian, caring nature with food always surfaced). It was pretty darn cold, so couldn't say no to a tea, gulped it up like some caveman, so she topped it up. I started taking boxes of office equipments down from their attic, again, grumbling about this nonsense. After a while I asked her if I could use their bathroom. She was just checking things on her phone, and told me where the bathroom was, everything was normal.

I started pissing after all that tea done it's trick, I was in my own head when all of the sudden the door burst open. Not slowly, and sensually opened like in some romantic movie, no. She pushed the door open with a large bang, in that moment I wasn't sure if something blew up or broke. And there she was. She yelled "HAH!" I was frantically trying to pull my pants up, but it was wintertime with a few layers, clumsy large jumpers, so it took a bit longer than needed to be. She started laughing, and I was so stunned about it that I could only mumble "what?" a couple of times. I doubt she heard it, she was laughing so whole-heartedly. I said "what do you mean?" But as soon as I asked, it clicked. The Christmas party from a few years ago. Since it's still the boss-man's wife we're talking about, I didn't want to stir anything, so as I washed my hands I declared "For the record, I wasn't trying to get a peek back then". She gestured with her hand and said "yeah-yeah-yeah, sure". She did not believe it. Or just teased me. She said: "It's only fair. You saw me, now I saw you too". She looked down on my jeans and turned around. Before the door closed, I figured I should check how far the teasing goes. "To be honest, it's not fair" - I said. She came back. "Not fair?" "Nope" - I replied. "You saw me in daylight, and I could not really see you in that dark storage room". She seemed bemused. It suddenly seemed like a very dumb idea to tease her further, don't want her to have me fired or anything before I find a new job.

She asked if I wanted another tea while I finish with the boxes. I said sure. So she went back downstairs while I dragged the last box from the attic. "Here's your tea" - she called from downstairs. I walked down, checking my phone. As I got to the dining room, I think I froze on the spot. She was standing there, butt-naked. Absolutely wore nothing. I couldn't believe my luck. I think my dick started to go hard even before I could reset my system to be able to talk, or heck, blink. It was a rush I never felt before. I suddenly turned hot, my dick was throbbing, but she still had this bemused facial expression, so I wasn't sure where this is going. She broke the silence with a "Fair now?" - and turned around slowly so I can have a long, thorough look. And that I did. Her breasts were not huge, but I loved the lovely pink areolas and nipples. Her pussy was still mind-blowing and clean-shaven. It felt like something off my bucket list. That blurry image I accidentally got a few years ago was replaced by this crisp, beautiful sight. I nodded, saying "Very fair". She took a few steps back and got a bathrobe from a chair. "There's your tea" - and this is where she made a mistake. She tried to mess with my mind with the bemused face, but when she thought I wouldn't notice I saw a tiny smile while she got her bathrobe on. I know a stud in movie would say the perfect line here, but it's me we're talking about here. I said the clumsiest thing. "I wouldn't mind kissing you". I know. it was just as bad as it sounds. She stayed in character, and gave me a type of 'oh please, get in line' look. She sipped her tea and asked "Why?". And I said something I didn't even think about before I said it. "Because I should get back to work soon". She put her cup down, and stepped in front of me. And her expression changed to look that said 'I dare you'. She slowly revealed most of her breasts again from under the bathrobe. In this stage, I could smell her. Her skin, perfect hair, everything, she was that close. And that sealed my fate. The chemistry was working.

As if she gave me permission to kiss away, she flipped the bathrobe off her shoulders and pushed her breasts closer to me. And for the first time, I surprised her. I leaned in for a kiss, but not her breasts, no. Because that was what she pushed for, and I wanted to win this game of teasing. I started kissing her luscious, full lips and at first she pulled her head back with this brand new face I never seen on her before that said 'really?!' But didn't jump or push me away, so I dared to lean in again, this time, pulling her closer by the waist. Oh she went with it, her initial surprise faded and we started kissing, or tongues were almost wrestling with each other. When I felt that she would pull back to say or ask something, I gently held her bottom lip with my teeth, going for another wrestling match. I could feel her breathing going faster, she was very much liking this. This was just for a minute or two, but in these few minutes I channeled all my frustration and lack of control in my life and decided that it was my turn to be in control. The thought was intoxicating. I decided that I will repay her teasing by not touching anything until she is asking for it. It is only fair, isn't it?

I used to do this to an ex girlfriend of mine, that I start kissing and stroking sensitive parts, but not giving in and touching the pussy until she can't take it any longer. I planned to do the same here. I turned her around, held her tight, so she could feel my bulging dick against her ass through my jeans. I was kissing her neck and shoulders from behind while I was stroking her everywhere. I turned her around, and was kissing her body as she stood there, going inch by inch downwards.. but I avoided her pussy. I could feel her frustration, as every motion I took suggested that the next kiss would land on her lips or clit. She took deep breaths holding them in, waiting for "impact", but it just didn't happen. I felt so smug in that situation. Serves you right for teasing me... I expected her to get bored with it, demanding what's hers, but it didn't happen, so I decided to change tactics.

I stood up, and started taking my clothes off, too. As I took my jeans and pants off, it was clear that I want her so badly. You could see the precum on the tip of my dick, we were not in a dark room, there were no secrets. And we had a second stand-off. What now? She stepped closer, so my dick would touch her pussy. But we were still just standing there, looking at each other. In a calm, soft voice that I never heard from her before, she said "Do we stop?". I didn't answer and as I was about to say something she interrupted and said "Don't you dare". She was moving ever-so slightly, rubbing against my cock, I could feel how absolutely wet she was. It was mind-boggling. I said "I don't have a rubber".
She replied with "I do", and grabbed my dick with one hand, actively rubbing it against her clit. I started to lose my composure, and just asked "so? are you getting it?". She shook her head and said no. With that she turned around and leaned on a kitchen island, revealing her gorgeous pink pussy. She won, against my better judgement, I had to slide my cock in. It was not smart, I agree, but damn it felt sublime - and luckily no STD came of it, I had it checked.

Like two puzzle pieces, we fit perfectly. My dick is by no means a monster, fairly average, but she was a rather petite woman, too, so it was perfect the way it was. I still remember vividly how that first motion went. Effortlessly sliding in this beautiful, pink and warm pussy, and as I looked down, I saw that she already had juices running down her leg. It was enough to make a guy go mad. And that's exactly what happened. I don't remember ever being this deep in anyone ever before. Slow, long thrusts, with every push creating this wonderful sloshing sound... We were going at it for about 5 minutes like that, I was playing with her nipples, her moans grew louder and more deep, she was definitely feeling what I was feeling. I had no choice but to enforce a little break on my dick, I didn't want to cum way too soon. There was still more fun to be had. So I decided to lick her, that's something I could do all day, i just can't get enough of licking a beautiful pussy. I put her on top of the kitchen island and started licking her clit, but the angle wasn't great for me so I shortly grabbed her and we lied down on the floor, and I had her sit on my face. I could tell she was happy to receive that I denied her in the beginning. So much so that she decided to turn around at one point, and we were in a very sensual 69 position. I could only imagine what she was doing to my cock, best blowjob I ever had - She was squeezing, and sucking the life out of me, it was like a race of who would make the other one cum first. Suddenly I felt her breathing speed up and she was grinding against my tongue and mouth stronger and stronger. She couldn't take it any more, stopped sucking me as her concentration was out the window, she had a long and powerful orgasm, with me tightly holding her waist from below, sucking on her clit.

I wasn't sure if we're done for now, or not, so I let her make her next move. Still panting from her orgasm she started sliding down on my body, smearing her lovely juice all over me, I absolutely loved it. She turned around and we locked eyes. At this point I reached for her hair and took the scrunchy out, freeing her beautiful wavy hair from the ponytail. She guided herself on my penis and started riding me, she leaned forward, holding my arms with her hands, started kissing me, and bit my lip as I did hers in the beginning. I found this even more arousing, I didn't know we could go higher, but somehow, we did. I wasn't sure how long I can go, I was losing my mind it was so hard to control at this point. I was covered in her juices, and as I grabbed her body, I felt that she was starting to sweat... it was pure heaven. I started actively thinking about who she was. Craig's wife. That absolute, smug bastard who treats us all so bad. With this in mind, I started to do very deep, powerful thrusts, hoping Dessy would cum again. And right on cue, when I felt that she's building up for another long orgasm, I grabbed her shoulders to pull her down on my dick as much as possible. It was an even longer one than before, and even more amazing to feel.

She closed her her eyes, rested her head on mine for a second, then looked at me, and while still panting, let out a small giggle, as she got off my dick and crawled lower, between my legs. She started sucking me off again passionately, with such force that it would make the dead rise again, I am sure of it. She was making eye contact with me and enjoyed watching me helplessly take it all, losing more control over it with every stroke and blow. While still stroking my dick, she started sitting up, wanting to sit on my dick again, but that was my limit, and I warned her "I'm going to cum!" and before she could sit up, she quickly lunged back on my cock and kept it in her mouth as deep as she could. I shot the biggest load I have ever done up to that point, all in her mouth, and she started licking it all over while my throbbing dick was still pouring out some cum. I was lying there, on the floor with my eyes closed, but I remember the feeling of her slowly cleaning it all up, swallowing it all. I could not believe what just happened.

Satisfied, she got up from the floor, saying "Now it is fair I think". I was still panting but acknowledged her remark with a little laugh. I was not even sure who started the whole 'not fair, fair' thing, nor did I care. For the first time in my life I felt like an absolute stud - a careless one, without a condom, but a stud regardless. I was never a real macho, but the feeling was sure real. Take that, Craig. I almost wanted him to find out so his Napoleon complex could overheat. I sat up, looked at Dessy, who was in her bath robe again, typing on her phone. Then her phone rang - she answered. I recognise that fucking voice anywhere. It was her husband, that bastard. That was an interesting mixture of emotions I felt at the moment - I wondered what her aim was here. Was she literally just fucking with me? A bored housewife of a boss man, who wants to feel alive by toying with the employee, having him fired? Not feeling like a stud any more that much. But again, in a way I wanted him to know after all the pain he caused for a lot of my coworkers and me. I might sound like a petty person, but I was in my twenties, still. The phone conversation was about office equipment. She wanted to check with him for some reason what exactly I need to take to the office. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why she would care.

She went upstairs to clean herself up, saying "Tea's going cold" as she walked past me sitting naked on the floor. I slowly dressed up, and drank my cold tea as an elixir of victory. I could've used the microwave oven to heat it, but no. It had to be cold. It got cold because we were fucking instead of drinking it, so it has to stay cold. She came back downstairs, and I wasn't sure how to start a conversation after our little session. She broke the ice by saying: "Took some boxes back to the attic. Unfortunately we can't find them yet." I am not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I got the idea: "Maybe next time?". I tried to be cute about it, but she was her regular self and was very to-the-point: "Tomorrow."
So I took most of the boxes with me, and left. I told the boss this was all I was given, so not much I could do about it. He was unimpressed but I was hardly to blame for it.

The next day came, and I was waiting for another order from the boss, but somehow it never came. No errands. The day after that I heard his footsteps marching towards our floor. I felt it in my bones, this is it. And sure enough, it was go-time. However, it was not a well-oiled machine. As Craig himself came with. Dammit. We got to their house, he opened the door, Dessy was in the living room watching TV. We said hi to each other, business as usual. So much for my luck. Was she even thinking about the same thing? - I thought. Oh well, I don't live in porn-land for these things to just keep happening, so I let it go. Welcome back, reality. About a week has passed, and I got text on my phone. It was from her. She got my mobile number out of Craig's phone. The text said: "we need to talk." I wasn't sure if it's just being dramatic for the sake of tricking me, or if it's actually something serious. She told me boss-man will be gone to London in about two hours, so I could take a walk in my lunch break. And that is exactly what I did. I went to their house, she opened the door. We took a seat in the living room. I was sitting on a large sofa, while she made tea again. This time I was the one who was straight to the point. "So, what's up? What did you want to talk about?" But as per usual, being to the point was her game, and she didn't hesitate with her answer. "We were not done last time. Not complete". Not complete? What does she mean by not complete? Sometimes she used random words, which was cute, but in this case I didn't get it. "Pardon?". Without answering she started unbuttoning my shirt, sat on my lap and started taking off her jumper. "Not complete. Not how I wanted to finish." I asked if she wanted more the last time? She didn't answer just yet, she just undressed me and herself quickly. Just from undressing I got hard in 3 seconds. She looked even hotter than the last time.

She got on the floor and started licking my balls, playing with my cock, making sure to lock eyes often. As I looked down on her sucking my dick, she threw the scrunchy out of her hair herself, and stood on top of me, while I was still sitting. I could easily reach her pussy with me mouth, there was no teasing business today. I held her butt cheeks tight while I was liking her clit and lips passionately, and just like before, she was moaning and breathing heavily with every motion. She guided me to lie down, so we could do our 69 session again, and it was heavenly. She was even more aggressive with my dick than last time, but it didn't hurt, she was just sucking with more force, it made me want to cum right there and then. She sensed my excitement, so she stopped, and had me sit up. She sat on my dick, and it slowly slid in again. We both moaned deeply, it was honestly one of the best moments both day - that first slide. She pushed herself onto me until there was no more room to go. And she stopped, lifted my chin with a hand. "Now we finish how I want". And from that point on, there was no more slow sliding, it was animalistic and rough fucking. When we locked eyes at times, I think we both realised that we never anticipated it to be this good. When I tried to change position, she didn't let go, and squeezed tighter with her legs, but I was more than happy with that arrangement. When she felt that I am growing close, she gave it her all, and as I shot a huge load of cum up her pussy, filling it, I was squeezing her tits with one hand, and pulling her down on me by the shoulder with the other. As I was cumming like this, she caught up, and had a very long, and deep orgasm herself, I believe longer than last time. This is what she wanted. It is why she didn't want to use protection in the first place. She loves it. And creampie is one of my absolute kinks, so wow, my mind was blown. We were panting together, with my dick still inside, cum and her juices dribbling down on our legs and private parts. After a while she asked if I was hungry, it was my lunch break, after all. I accepted the offer.

We didn't chat much while we were eating, it was mostly giggles and hums, smiles, with me occasionally praising the meal. She asked if I would like dessert. I looked at her suspiciously. She rolled her eyes smiling - "Ok it was a bad one, I admit". As she walked closer to me, and started pulling my boxer shorts down with one hand. She grabbed my semi-hard dick and lead me back to the living room. She made sure it was nice and hard again, she worked her blowjob magic on it. I can't repeat it enough - hers was seriously the best blowjob I ever had. She pushed me back on the sofa, very same position we finished in, and sat right back on my dick. Her pussy was dripping with all the cum from our previous round, it was more than hot, I loved the feeling. And this meant and extra slippery and sloshing sound, which is always an extra turn-on. She wanted more, to fill her with another round, and just like before, she was trying to stay in position. No more rogue cumming outside her pussy on her watch. We were at it for about 10 minutes, when I decided to grab her and go on top this time. After she noticed that my dick stays in, she welcomed the position change. I railed her as hard as I could I help her two wrists together with one hand above her head and playing with her tits and clit with the other hand. She was shouting so loud at this point that I was certain the neighbours heard it all. I wanted to hold on until I was sure she would cum, too, but I was getting so close at one point that I decided to let her arms go, and held her feet for variety. My fingers and her toes were interlocked, and as I have a thing for pretty feet, that just spiced it up even more, when I saw her pretty, dark red painted toenails. I started kissing her legs and feet, and when I started doing this, I felt her breathing building up - it was perfect, we came at the same time, filling her with a second load - not as much as the first, but I am only human. The feeling was just as great, though. We spent a few minutes catching our breath, and then got dressed as it was time to go.

For about 6 more months this was going on behind my boss' back. It was the greatest (and potentially only) perk of the job, that made life a bit easier, and for a guy like me, a whole lot more exciting. Funnily I left the company around month 4, but we still kept fucking passionately for the remaining 2 more months. It stopped when they went to Sicily for a couple of months and then I got into a relationship of my own.

All those months I thought this is about me putting my frustration into it, fucking the wife of the guy who made life miserable, fucking her senseless, filling her with my cum every opportunity we get. At one point however, when I was talking about this revenge, Dessy looked at me super seriously and said. "When I used to tell you that it is fair now, I meant that it was fair for me to do this to Craig. He is a useless husband, is not really interested in me, treats me bad". We had such a good laugh about it, as we both were motivated by our feelings for the guy for all those months, and thought we are merely using the other one for our revenge's sake. We had no idea the other one was in a similar position. I often think about this magical part of my past. Truly the best sex I ever had with anyone, and I can't believe something so sublime came out of two people feeling so bitter about some asshole.