Archive-name: 3plus/hot-boss.txt

Archive-author: J. Boswell

Archive-title: My Party Treasure





     My wife, Dawn, and I were married a little over 3 years ago, when she

was still 17 and I was 22.  Neither of us had experimented very much with

sex before we met, and we enjoyed sex together, but all too soon it became

somewhat routine.

     I work the midnight shift at "The Point" and I have a close

relationship with my manager, Bob.  Bob is a huge guy and a really tough

boss, but he is alright if you stay on his good side.  With that in mind, I

even invited him to my wedding, soon after I started working for him.  Our

apartment is close to work, so Bob often comes home with me after work and

has a few beers before he goes home to his wife and kids. 

     Naturally, at this hour, Dawn is just getting up and is usually still

in her nightgown or just a t-shirt and robe.  Needless to say, Bob gets to

see a lot of my wife.  Since this kind of excited me, and I knew Bob was

enjoying it, I told Dawn not to be shy, and maybe even sometimes put on a

little tease show for our benefit.  Dawn giggled and blushed when I

suggested this, but soon after our little talk, Dawn started walking around

in just her bra and panties, or a short nightie or shirt with nothing on

underneath.  Bob would tease her a lot about her big tits or long legs or

tight ass; and sometimes he even pulled her down on his lap, feeling her

tits or putting his big hand between her thighs.

     One day, Bob said he was leaving early, but that he would still meet

me at my apartment for his morning beer.  I had a suspicion that he was

going to my apartment and start drinking early -- there aren't all that

many places to go at 4 o'clock in the morning -- but there wasn't too much

I could do about it.  I just hoped that if that was where he was going,

Dawn didn't piss him off somehow.

     I was right -- Bob's car was already in the parking lot when I got

home and I dreaded Bob's mood since he had a 4 hour head start on the

beers.  When I opened the door, I saw Dawn, naked, sitting on Bob's lap on

the sofa.  Bob seemed to be in a great mood and said that Dawn had been

"entertaining" him in the bedroom for the last four hours, and he hoped

that I didn't mind.  What was I going to say?  Dawn sure seemed willing and

Bob could make my life hell at work and, besides, the whole thing did kind

of turn me on.

     (I later found out that Dawn thought it was me knocking on the door at

4 a.m. and was very surprised to see Bob standing there grinning at her. 

He told her that he had been "window shopping" long enough and was ready

for the real thing.  Dawn said she wasn't really awake yet, and before she

knew what was happening, Bob had her down on the sofa and had dropped his

pants and was trying to enter her.  She said she was scared of him and how

strong he was and she didn't want to make trouble for me at work, so after

the first time he fucked her, she just played along with whatever he wanted

to do to her.)

     Well, that started a new routine.  Every morning, when Bob and I got

to our apartment, Dawn would blow both of us and then Bob would take her

into the bedroom and fuck her a time or two before he left.  I wasn't all

that jealous of Bob, and Dawn seemed to be enjoying the attention.  Some

mornings, she'd really put on a show, stripping and strutting around,

showing off her terrific body. 

     Even work was going great.  They had to let people go right and left,

but I stayed, and even got a small raise.  When the lay-offs started, Bob

put me into a specialty job classification, which kept me pretty safe from

being bumped.  I worked hard, but I also knew that being married to Dawn

had a lot to do with it.

     One morning, Bob asked me if we could have a Bachelor Party at my

apartment for one of the guys we work with.  I said sure.  Then he asked

Dawn if she would be hostess, serving drinks and things.  Dawn said she'd

love to, and would call in for the day off, so she could stay home and

help.

     On the day of the party, Bob and I got back to the apartment to see

that Dawn had done a great job decorating and getting all the food and beer

ready.  

     Bob handed Dawn a box and told her it was something to wear at the

party.  Dawn called out from the bedroom that it was too low and wide cut

to wear a bra.  Bob laughed and said that that was why he picked it.  Dawn

did look fantastic.  The dress was real short and plunged down in the front

almost to the waist.  When the guys started arriving, Bob made a point to

introduce Dawn and you could tell from their looks that they liked what

they saw.

     Dawn and I were in the kitchen when Bob came in and told Dawn to

loosen up and act as sexy as she looked.  He said he didn't buy her that

dress for her to act like "Emily Post."

     Dawn started serving drinks, and when she bent over, you could see her

naked tits from the front and her tiny white panties from the back.  The

guys (there was a total of 9 of us) were going crazy and Dawn was loving

the attention.  Dancing with all the guys, I could see them feeling her ass

or reaching down her dress to feel a boob.

     Soon, Dawn's dress was off her shoulders and hanging from her waist,

and she was proudly displaying her large, round tits for all the guys. 

Whenever she got near, they would reach up and grab one or even lick a

nipple.  She was going from lap to lap, laughing, kissing and being felt

up.

     I went to take a pee, and Bob was just finishing up.  "Hey, boy," he

said, "this party is starting to roll.  I'm gonna see if I can talk your

sexy little wife into blowing the guest of honor.  He'd love that hot

little mouth of hers."

     Bob stepped out of the room, and then told me to come look.  The guest

of honor was sitting on a chair in the center of the room and Dawn was

naked, on her knees in front of him, sucking away at his cock.  Bob laughed

and said, "I guess she had the idea on her on, huh?  Damn!  What a sexy

little slut she is!"

     Dawn sucked all 9 of us until we came in her mouth.  A couple of the

guys said they wanted to fuck her, but she said they just had to be happy

with what they got.  And they were.  Bob got sucked off right after the

groom-to-be, and I was last.  As Dawn was blowing me she looked up and

said, "Are you having as much fun as I am?!"  I could only nod as I began

to shoot my load into her mouth.

     When Dawn finished with me, Bob lifted her on to our coffeetable and

made her bend over so he could slowly insert his thick cock into my wife's

virgin asshole as we all watched and cheered him on.  She whimpered a

little as he entered her, and she begged him to take it out, but he just

kept pulling her back and forth on his prick.  He kept it up for at least 5

minutes, before he pulled out of her and commanded her to suck him dry. 

She took him into her mouth and began sucking and licking and slurping as

hard as she could.  Bob shuddered a moment, and then he allowed himself to

shoot his cum into her mouth.

     Dawn stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Well, after that,

I sure don't have any secrets from you guys.  Now you've seen it all!  I'm

not calling it quits, but the floor and coffeetable don't cut it.  So, if

anybody's interested, I'll be in the bedroom."

     Until the party finally died late that afternoon, and everyone left,

Dawn was available on the bed to anyone who wanted her.  Fucking or sucking

- it didn't matter to her.  

     Everyone had a great time at that first party, and all the guys

thanked me at work the next day.  Since then, we've had a lot of parties

and the guys from work often just stop over for a quick blow job or fuck on

the way home in the morning.  Bob has even brought his boss over several

times to enjoy Dawn's easy pleasures.  Dawn's having a ball and just told

me that her younger sister is coming over to join in the fun at the next

party.



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