wife's boss sexual harassment

For most of my wife's life and most of our relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed aesculapian stipulation that caused her to be promiscuous and to drink alcoholic beverage excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On days when her aesculapian condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her status got worse she would end up at some sleazy bar drinking way too very much"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the confining men, and when she drank even more she would slip away out and the men would look at reward of her, taking good turn raping her hitch unconscious trunk. early times on the good sidereal day when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a adulteress would set about her for sex only for her to decline them but then wouldn't listen to her and fuck her anyway. Below is the true chronicle of how I found out that her gaffer was sexually abusing her. It's just one of many deterrent example of what my wife has gone through. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed coercing her to tell me about it. This story was developed from the overall verbal description of what she told me and the details I could get from her, with me filling in the"missing"item based on what I know from fucking her.

I met my married woman Karenic 17 twelvemonth ago at study when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a saleswoman at the ship's company. One day she walked into the way to talk to my coworker. The 1st thing that impressed me about her was her bosom. While they were only"B's"her thin human body and low cut sloshed black lacy blouse with just a short bit of contraband lacy bra peeking out the top made them digest out. She had a dainty thin waist, foresightful firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a marvelous dark brunette. What a fuck I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minutes. The unanimous time my eye groped her boob, slid down her thin shank to her shapely second joint, onto her business firm wooden leg and back up again, looking away only when she would glint in my focus. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My oculus slid down her tranquil back and thin waist onto her pie-eyed ass. For the past 20 second my center had stripped her and fucked her, my cock was so hard.

With a chuckle my co-worker asked me if I though Karen was hot. I asked if I had been that obvious and he told me yes. He told me not to worry though since Karen had a reputation of being a slut and had already gone out with ( fucked ) all the uncommitted men in the party and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A week later Karen and I had our first date ; dinner and a moving picture. She was working late so I picked her up after she was done. She was dressed in a low cut white blouse and a light skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing prissy cleavage and her Edward D. White lacy bra was peeking out just a slight. Her short-circuit wench showed off her long legato legs and tight ass. Dam she looked eatable ! We pulled up to the eating place and I opened the car door for her, she got out and immediately put her arm in mine as we walked into the restaurant.

We began looking at the eating house computer menu and Karen told me that we didn't have to go to the movie ; we could just go back to her apartment after dinner. A few seconds later she told me that we didn't have to actually make dinner and we could just go back to her apartment ( to get laid was heavily implied ). Of course of study I agreed and drank the rest of my wine ( I only had the chance to drink in about ½ of the glass to this point ) and told the waiter that we decided not to get dinner party. We left and went back to her place.

The moment we got inside her apartment she attacked me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me tight to her, forcing her lips to mine and driving her tongue deep into my rima oris. My bridge player immediately went to her tits, groping and squeezing at maiden outside her blouse and then slipping inside. Then I groped her ass. She pushed me away, took off my clothes then hers. We move to her chamber where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to lactate my turncock. She seemed to take on great pleasure in satisfying me, it was although she had to prove to me she knew how to suck prick better than any other girl I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an easy slut fuck she was and how incredible the fuck had been. This description of our first fuck is rather legal brief on purpose since the safe is to come.

Starting that Night I basically moved in, I lived a few international nautical mile away and she was only a block from the company, besides we would just go to her apartment right after work and fuck. That's pretty much all we did for a few weeks.

The minute calendar week I was fucking Karen I came"home"to her apartment to find her laying front down on her bed, still in her work apparel, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was awry. She told me"nothing ”. After a lilliputian compulsion she told me that the owner of the company wasn't a nice man, and that he did something"inappropriate"to her. Of course I pressed her for exactly what he did and finally she told me he had touched her titmouse. My cock immediately grew hard ; it was a good thing that I was also laying front down on her bed. I asked her to explain but she told me she had already told me too often, that it was personal. I then pointed out that we had agreed to birth sex only with each other and that I was upholding my end of the agreement and so I expected her to be up front and honest with me. With that she drooped her head low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to find shamefaced and told me everything.

She told me that her boss told her to follow him back to the storage warehouse to discuss an coming job. He took her to a secluded street corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her back. He then took his forget arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her arms firmly down at her incline. He then took his liberal right hand and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her left field tit. He began to fumble and squeeze her tit through her blouse, one then the former and back again. She told me she tried to move away but he was too strong and held her firm. She then told him to"finish it"but he just told her she was a"nookie whore"who fucked all the men in the company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him enjoy her tits. As he took his time feeling her pap she could feel his turncock growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her sozzled ass in slow gyrating movements. After feeling both boob through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two buttons with his right handwriting. With her blouse starting out unlaced provocatively low to start out with, these two extra buttons opened her shirt so her tits in her bra were completely open to view. He then slid his hand down her thorax, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to keep him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her nice full breast and played with her mamilla, skin on pelt, and enjoyed every mo. class after this incident Karenic told me that a cleaning woman becomes sexually aroused during a rape as a"self-defense mechanics ”, so I know that her nipple must have become hard with her boss playing with them just like they do when I play with them. This only made Karen more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her boss to violate her sexually but her arduous nipple made him mean otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to play with her tits he pulled his handwriting out of her bra and slip it down and around onto her fast ass. There he repeated the process ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A small while later he began pulling her wench up ; his mighty hand pulling the material up a fist full at a metre, in front and then the back and then the nominal head again. Repeating the process until he had her skirt pulled up far enough, he slipped his manus under and up the backbone of her skirt onto her soft, warm ass. Karenic wore G-string in those Day and he felt, groped, and squeezed her right ass brass skin to skin. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her honcho slid his hand around to her straw man, sliding his hand over her warm up slit, with just the thin thong fabric between his finger's breadth and her twat lips. I asked Karenic if she was able to keep her legs clamped closed to refuse him accession but she told me that he told her to open her legs and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her legs just enough for her boss to slip his hand in between the top of her legs, into her warm genitals. There he played ; sliding his finger up and down the full moon distance of her cunt lips, all the while Karen just stood there not being able to discontinue him. Her boss then slipped his hand inside the front of her flip-flop and continued feeling her moist twat sass. From this he knew that she shaved her slit leaving only a humble spot of pubic hair at the top. A particular she never had any intent on letting her knob know. Also from what she told me about how a fair sex's"self-defense"chemical mechanism protects her during a ravishment, I now know that as her boss caressed the full moon distance of her slit rim that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her bitch slowly, over fourth dimension, opened for him. Her boss took full vantage of this and slipped his finger's breadth deep inside her sloppy wet bitch. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her legs slightly open for her boss, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a ass sporting lady that no-one would ever believe even if she told someone since she had already fucked every available man in the company. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the storage warehouse men peeking through the reposition rack and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual abuse her party boss forced on her earlier that day I asked her if this was the first sentence he had done this. She told me he had started saying and then doing"inappropriate"matter to her about 1 month after she started working there. At the time she had been working for him for a lilliputian over 3 years. He started by doing something"out or keeping"to her and then saw how she reacted. She told him she didn't appreciate it but he just kept it up. After she finally gave up and stopped saying anything about what he currently was doing he proceed to the adjacent step and repeat the process until he finally had her worked up to this point. He was now taking her spinal column to the cruddy warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 times a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach paced over clock time had whittled down her self-esteem which made her even more of a target. I then asked her what she was going to do about it. She told me she couldn't do anything about it since he was the proprietor, we lived in a very small town, and if she told anyone he would just dismiss her and then severalise his other stage business owner crony not to engage her since she was a difficulty manufacturing business. After that she would have no choice but to get back to her knob and ask for her old job back. That would be practically worse than it was now. She also pointed out that at every job she ever had that there was at least one man who would put her"in her place"regardless of what she accomplished. She was use to it and she accepted it. With this entropy I told her that I never thought I'd ever say it but I agreed that she couldn't do anything about it and it would be best if she just let her stamp do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so intellect and told me she appreciated me listening to her. All the while I was listening to her I acted as though I was concerned and pretended that it bothered me that her boss would do such things to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every word she said and filling in the inside information in my mind. My rooster was so incredibly hard.

After our little chat she fell deep asleep from relief of the days'severe intimate ill-treatment stress. There I lay, nominal head down on her bed next to her. A raging arduous shaft and looking at her in her soft blouse and skirt, the Saame outfit she had on when her chief violated her earlier that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her back, onto her thin waistline, onto her soused ass, and then onto her mild, warmly, shapely legs. fucking this was driving me crazy ! I gave her 30 minutes to get into a deep sopor and then I placed my hand on the small of her spinal column. I felt the smoothen curve of her backbone rising slowly up to her tight ass. I slid my hand up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a trivial, and then slid it further down onto the dorsum of her gentle, strong legs. I rubbed her legs and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her tits, ass, and cunt while grinding his backbreaking rooster against her ass crack. Finally I slid my hand down and grabbed the bottom of her skirt and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the free weight of her egg laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her skirt up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her thin waistline. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised doll and lash not providing any cover. I sat and stared at her ass for a bit before I got up and took all my wearing apparel off. I then sat down on the bed next to her stage and picked up and go around one, then the early leg wide open. She was tall and thin but anytime I moved her legs while she slept it always felt like they were made of heavy sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed mean ass, into her crotch, and her thong covered twat. I lay down between her legs and positioning my face just below her ass. I took my finger's breadth and began rubbing her slit from behind, through her thong. I moved my face, my horn in, close to her cunt and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her boss had violated with his fingers earlier that day. That thought made my cock grow even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her wooden leg while I sniffed and felt her cunt lips. I could feel the insides of her warmly legs close to my cheeks as I sniffed her snatch. I could feel the hot moist aroma from her kitty trapped against my face. I then briefly looked up and noticed that she was still sleeping soundly. I then slipped a finger under her G-string and pulled it to the side, exposing that well used cocotte's cunt. I pushed my typeface, nose, and tongue into her fork from behind, stabbing my wet hungry spit deep between her cunt brim. With this she moved just a lilliputian. I began lapping rapidly at her snatch, feeling the inside of her warm schmaltzy wet spread open cunt lips sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the side with one hand while slipping the fingers of my other hand along and inside her violated cunt. The whole clip I did this I kept picturing her boss holding her still, taking his time and enjoying belief every region of her body that he desired. While she"had"to just stand there and let him. Finally my overlapping at her slit became extremely speedy and deep and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her peg more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my case. I sat up, grabbed her around her reduce shank, pulled her ass high-pitched into the air, and drove my grueling cock trench into her lose, wet, whorish cunt, the wholly time picturing her genus Bos enjoying violating her. I came faster and harder than I ever had before.

In the weeks to come Karenic, my next wife, would tell me about all the early things that her political boss had already done to her and the new things he would do as time progressed. With every few loss hebdomad her party boss pushed a little more and never backed off. She began to trust me more and would confide in me all the sexual abuse he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so manage and understanding. The unhurt time I loved the verbal description of every detail I could get and whenever she would not, or could not evidence me about the bad things he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely open and honest with me. With this I was able-bodied to get enough details to get a full picture of what he did and I worked at her to keep her working there for him and not doing anything to contain him. She worked for him for another yr and a half.

This is only one of many intimate experiences my wife provided me .