Becca Bellamy
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The Boss Gets What He Wants
🕑 Added 2025-04-20 05:02:43 +0000 UTCYou'd heard the rumors before joining the firm, but you paid them no mind.
You accepted the job. You accepted the salary, the company car, and the incredible apartment that all came as perks.
Then, two years into your employment, you were informed that the head of the firm wanted to have dinner with your wife. Not you and your wife. Just her.
You got a lot of looks around the office that day. No one said anything, but you knew the rumors were true. They had to be true. People wouldn't be looking at you like that if they weren't true.
You told your wife that you would quit, that she didn't need to go to that meal.
She caught you off guard when she said she didn't mind fucking the head of the firm. She explained that she was no fool, that she'd asked around, that she'd talked to some of the other wives about the rumors.
You told her you didn't want her to go. You told her that you didn't want to work at a firm that required that its employees sacrifice the dignity of their spouses.
She smiled and kissed you softly. She told you that she wasn't being forced into doing anything. She told you that she intended on enjoying herself. She then went into some detail about the supposed sexual prowess of the head of the firm, that he was something of a legend among the wives, that some had gone back to his bed on numerous occasions. She even shared that some of the wives had gone to him to be inseminated as they preferred to have his DNA growing inside them.
She looked impossibly beautiful as she emerged from the bedroom on the night of her date. She assured you that she was looking forward to her evening, kissed you on the cheek, and got in the car your boss had sent for her.
She returned home the next morning. The rumors were true. You already knew that, but the head of the firm had absolutely fucked your wife. There was no other reason for her to have stayed overnight.
She came home in the same car she'd left in. She emerged in the same outfit she'd worn. She approached the house with a smile on her face and gave you a kiss on the cheek as she entered.
Your mind raced with questions. You asked none of them, though, as your wife gently silenced you before you could say a word.
She led you to the bedroom. She had you strip naked. She stroked your cock until you were hard and then she removed her clothes while you stood and watched.
Her pussy was pink and puffy. She'd been fucked recently and fucked hard.
She informed you that he'd fucked her twice that morning. That he'd cum inside her both times. Even more distressing, though, was when she informed you that he'd given her orgasms unlike any she'd ever experienced, that he was, in fact, exceptionally good in bed.
Then, to your great disappointment, your wife informed you that her pussy now belonged to the head of the firm. He wouldn't retain ownership for long, but her pussy was his until further notice.
You were then instructed to clean her pussy of his cum. You were told that you'd be fired if you didn't. Despite feeling deeply disinclined to do as you were told, you fell to your knees. You probed her pussy with your tongue. You cleaned his cum out of her.
Your wife smiled and moaned as you cleaned her. She said she hoped that eating some of your boss's cum would help you be more like him, for he was a man unlike any other and if you were even a little bit like him you'd prove to be a far better lover and husband.
When you'd finished cleaning her, your wife masturbated to an orgasm while you watched and then departed for the shower. You were free to masturbate to your climax, but she had no intention of helping you do so. The head of the firm, on the other hand, would be getting a great deal of attention from her for the foreseeable future.
Your position at the firm was secured, though, and would be secure for a long time to come because of your wife's sexual generosity towards the man in charge.
