My wife’s eyes were smoldering, and it was clear that her former boss was no longer in charge. “No, Glenn, I don’t.”
His initial instinct was to eagerly agree, but Amanda’s well-being was always his main concern. “We should call Sy first to keep him in the loop. Do you think he’ll object?”
Amanda suddenly embraced the man. The gesture was not sexual nor born from lust. Rather, it stemmed from genuine appreciation. “You are too good to me, Glenn.” Then she snorted in amusement. “As for my perverted, voyeur of a husband… we both know that he won’t object. Hell, he’ll mostly likely want to direct us again, and record everything as he jerks off.” My wife barked with laughter. “And you don’t need to worry because I already have his permission and I’ll tell him everything when I get home. We don’t hide anything from each other.” She grew serious. “I want this for us. So, Mr. Talbot, will you grant your Baby Girl this one final request before you send her off into the cruel world on her own?”
“For you, Amanda… anything.”
The pair rose to their feet. Hurrying to the corner where Amanda had discarded her clothes, Glenn retrieved them and assisted her in getting dressed. The man quickly discovered that helping my wife put on her clothes was strangely more sensual and sexier than taking off her clothes. It felt much more intimate.
Then he led her back to his desk.
Glenn placed his hands on my wife’s shoulders, and appeared as though he was going to kiss her again as he leaned forward. But at the last moment, he suddenly spun Amanda around. The man’s hands remained where they were, but he pressed his crotch against her bottom.
What an incredible ass, Glenn thought as he grinded against it.
“Now take me, Glenn. Claim my pussy… be my BOSS.”
“Bend over, then, Baby Girl.” Glenn promptly placed his palm between my wife’s shoulder blades, and nudged her upper half forward.
Amanda suddenly found herself bent over.
Glenn was still rubbing himself against her bottom when he boldly hiked the miniskirt over her waist, exposing the very familiar panties. Without hesitating, he pinched the waistband between thumb and forefinger near Amanda’s hips, and slowly drew them down her legs. The man licked his lips at the sight of her firm half-moon orbs.
Then Glenn gave my wife a playful spank.
She made a rude sound. “Is that the best you can do, Mr. Talbot?” she sneered, wiggling her ass invitingly.
Glenn spanked her again, this time hard enough to leave a hand print. Then, feeling more empowered than he had all night, he positioned my wife into a wider stance so that her long legs were in an upside-down V-shape. Her loose pussy was gaping at him, so Glenn grasped his erection and teasingly traced the tip along Amanda’s vaginal rim.
With the benefit of her high-heeled boots, he was lined up perfectly.
Glenn latched onto Amanda’s hips and slammed into her from behind without warning.
The man didn’t demonstrate the type of romance or gentle affection that he had previously displayed all night.
He simply dominated my wife and fucked her ruthlessly.
“Oh god… oh god, Glenn! That’s it! That’s it! Fuck me hard… fuck me harder. Harder!”
Amanda was screaming at him.
“My, you’re quite the boss’ pet are you, Mrs. Rappaport?” the man taunted her between grunts and groans. “If only Mr. Rappaport could see you now!” The legs of the heavy desk actually scraped against the floor from Glenn’s brutal pounding.
“Pull my hair,” she gasped.”
Glenn kept one hand on Amanda’s hip, but used his other to ball her long silky hair around his fist, and tugged on it like a rein.
During all the countless times that he had fantasized about having sex with my wife, he had never imagined subjugating her to anything so misogynistic.
Glenn huffed, “I think I’m finally beginning to understand your husband.”
Amanda was writhing like a snake, primarily to enhance her own pleasure, but also to tease her lover with the pretense that she was trying to get away. Glenn understood the game and played along, so he grabbed the scruff of her neck and pushed down firmly but gently. Between applying steady pressure to Amanda’s neck and pussy, he had her effectively pinned.
“Oooh, I like you in this position.” After a mere 2 more pumps, the older man was ready to explode again. “Are you ready for another load of cum, Baby Girl?”
“I want ALL of it,” Amanda hissed. “Gimme every last drop!”
“My god…” Glenn’s façade fell away as he cried my wife’s name euphorically, filling her womb with his semen for the second time.
He collapsed on her, and they lay there together. Amanda simply remained still as she savored the weight of her lover atop her back. Glenn, in turn, marveled at the firmness, warmth, and smoothness of the sexy body beneath him. He stroked Amanda’s hair and inhaled its scent; the man realized that he was constantly sniffing the young woman’s hair.
A new fetish, perhaps?
After a long while, Glenn reluctantly stood up and withdrew his penis from my wife. She groaned as her pussy suddenly felt oddly cold and empty, but rolled to face the man with a smile. “That was incredible, Glenn. Tonight has been absolutely wonderful.”
“I’m honored that you and the husband gave me permission to be with you.” He smiled. “But it really is time for you to return home to your husband, Amanda.” Almost as an afterthought, he retrieved Amanda’s panties, and grinned wolfishly. “Mind if I help you put these back on before I walk you to your car?”
Amanda closed his hand around her sexy underwear. “Keep them. As a memento. Whenever you look at my panties, I want you to remember how special this evening was for all of us.”
“My god, Amanda,” Glenn choked. Then he noticed the copious amount of thick white semen… his thick white semen… that was oozing down her thighs. “Maybe you should put these back on… so you don’t, uh, leak everywhere.” When my wife threw him a disapproving look, however, he continued in disbelief, “Don’t you want to at least clean up before you leave?”
Her look was downright nasty, confident, and shameless. “My husband will think it’s hot that you send me back home to him with your cum dripping out of my pussy.”
The older man shook his head incredulously, and muttered again, “My god, Amanda.”
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Amanda hopped into my embrace with giddy excitement the moment she returned home. Her body was warm and firm, as usual, but now possessed Glenn’s lingering scent. The combination acted like a pheromone as I hugged and kissed her passionately.
“I missed you so much.”
She giggled. “I can tell.”
“Did you have fun?”
“You mean, you couldn’t tell with the 20,000 cameras you set up in Glenn’s office?”
I grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t want to miss a thing.” Then I asked seriously, “Did you have any more fun after I left?”
My wife reported, in very graphic, detail how Glenn bent her over his sturdy desk and fucked her doggystyle.
“I told you he wouldn’t say no to that!” I cried hysterically. “Damn it, I should’ve told Glenn to make you thank him for allowing you the honor for giving him a blowjob. But he was being so nice that I didn’t have the heart to turn him into a bad guy.”