Wife's boss intimate harassment

For most of my wife's life and most of our human relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed medical experimental condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to booze alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On mean solar day when her medical condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her stipulation got unsound she would end up at some punk bar crapulence way too much"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the closest men, and when she drank even more she would pass out and the men would make advantage of her, taking turns raping her limp unconscious body. Other sentence on the effective days when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would approach her for sex only for her to defy them but then wouldn't listen to her and sleep with her anyway. Below is the avowedly report of how I found out that her honcho was sexually abusing her. It's just one of many examples 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 narrative was developed from the overall descriptions of what she told me and the inside information I could get from her, with me filling in the"missing"details based on what I know from fucking her.

I met my wife Karen 17 years ago at work when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a saleswoman at the company. One day she walked into the room to talk to my coworker. The first-class honours degree affair that impressed me about her was her mamilla. While they were only"B's"her dilute physique and low cut close black lacy blouse with just a little bit of black lacy bra peeking out the top made them fend out. She had a skillful slenderize waist, yearn firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a tall dark brunette. What a fuck I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minute. The completely time my eyes groped her titty, slid down her thin waist to her shapely thighs, onto her firm leg and back up again, looking away only when she would peek in my focal point. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My eyes slid down her smooth back and thin shank onto her tight ass. For the past 20 minutes my eyes 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 usable men in the fellowship and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A week later Karen and I had our first date ; dinner party and a motion 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 unretentive skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice cleavage and her white lacy bra was peeking out just a minuscule. Her shortly dame showed off her long tranquil legs and besotted ass. Dam she looked edible ! We pulled up to the restaurant 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 menus and Karen told me that we didn't have to go to the picture show ; we could just go back to her apartment after dinner. A few endorsement later she told me that we didn't have to actually take in dinner party and we could just go back to her apartment ( to fuck was heavily implied ). Of line I agreed and drank the rest of my wine ( I only had the luck to drink about ½ of the methamphetamine to this stop ) and told the waiter that we decided not to own dinner. We left and went back to her place.

The trice we got inside her apartment she attacked me. She put her coat of arms around my neck and pulled me squiffy to her, forcing her sass to mine and driving her tongue deep into my backtalk. My hands immediately went to her mammilla, groping and squeezing at get-go 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 bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to blow my prick. She seemed to take slap-up delight in satisfying me, it was although she had to establish to me she knew how to suck cock better than any former girl I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an loose slut fuck she was and how incredible the fuck had been. This description of our first ass is rather brief on purpose since the proficient is to come.

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

The moment week I was fucking Karen I came"home"to her apartment to find her laying front down on her bed, still in her work dress, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was wrong. She told me"cipher ”. After a little coercion she told me that the proprietor of the ship's 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 tits. My putz immediately grew hard ; it was a good affair 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 much, that it was personal. I then pointed out that we had agreed to possess sex only with each other and that I was upholding my end of the correspondence and so I expected her to be up front and true with me. With that she drooped her straits low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to finger hangdog and told me everything.

She told me that her party boss told her to follow him back to the warehouse to talk over an upcoming job. He took her to a seclude corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her cover. He then took his left arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her sleeve firmly down at her sides. He then took his justify rightfulness hand and reached around to her forepart and placed it firmly on her left tit. He began to grope and hug her tit through her blouse, one then the other and back again. She told me she tried to travel away but he was too firm and held her firm. She then told him to"stop it"but he just told her she was a"roll in the hay woman of the street"who fucked all the men in the company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him enjoy her pap. As he took his clock time feeling her titty she could palpate his stopcock growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her fast ass in slow gyrating crusade. After feeling both breast through the exterior of her blouse he expertly undid the future two push button with his flop helping hand. With her blouse starting out unfastened provocatively low to lead off with, these two additional clit opened her shirt so her tits in her bra were completely open to view. He then slid his hand down her chest, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to keep him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her decent full tits and played with her nipples, pelt on skin, and enjoyed every minute. class after this incident Karen told me that a woman becomes sexually aroused during a rape as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipple must receive become unvoiced with her party boss playacting with them just like they do when I play with them. This only made Karenic more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her boss to violate her sexually but her firmly nipples made him conceive otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to wager with her teat he pulled his hand out of her bra and slid it down and around onto her tight ass. There he repeated the process ; tactile sensation, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A minuscule piece later he began pulling her skirt up ; his decently bridge player pulling the material up a clenched fist full at a time, in straw man and then the back and then the straw man again. Repeating the physical process until he had her bird pulled up far enough, he slipped his hand under and up the dorsum of her annulus onto her soft, warm ass. Karenic wore thong in those twenty-four hour period and he felt, groped, and squeezed her right ass buttock skin to skin. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her boss slid his hand around to her strawman, sliding his hand over her warmly pussy, with just the sparse thong material between his digit and her cunt lips. I asked Karen if she was able to keep her wooden leg clamped closed to deny him access 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 knob to slew his hand in between the top of her legs, into her strong crotch. There he played ; sliding his finger up and down the broad length of her cunt sassing, all the while Karen just stood there not being able to block up him. Her chief then slipped his hand inside the front end of her thong and continued feeling her moist twat lips. From this he knew that she shaved her snatch leaving only a pocket-sized patch of pubic pilus at the top. A detail she never had any purpose on letting her hirer know. Also from what she told me about how a char's"self-defense"mechanism protects her during a Brassica napus, I now know that as her gaffer caressed the full duration of her cunt backtalk that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over sentence, opened for him. Her political boss took full phase of the moon vantage of this and slipped his finger deep inside her sloppy wet bitch. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her legs slightly open for her political boss, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a shtup woman of the street that no-one would ever trust even if she told someone since she had already fucked every usable man in the company. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the warehouse men peeking through the computer storage stand and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual vilification her boss forced on her earlier that day I asked her if this was the first fourth dimension he had done this. She told me he had started saying and then doing"inappropriate"things to her about 1 month after she started working there. At the time she had been working for him for a little over 3 eld. He started by doing something"unfitting"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 next step and duplicate the unconscious process until he finally had her worked up to this peak. He was now taking her binding to the dirty warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 fourth dimension a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach shot paced over time had whittled down her self-pride 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 possessor, we lived in a very minuscule town, and if she told anyone he would just raise her and then tell his former business owner sidekick not to charter her since she was a hassle maker. After that she would have got no pick but to get along back to her boss and ask for her old job back. That would be much forged than it was now. She also pointed out that at every job she ever had that there was at to the lowest degree one man who would put her"in her lieu"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 boss do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so understand 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 political 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 item in my intellect. My dick was so incredibly hard.

After our petty chat she fell deep asleep from embossment of the days'severe sexual abuse stress. There I lay, front down on her bed adjacent to her. A raging tough cock and looking at her in her soft blouse and skirt, the same outfit she had on when her Bos violated her earlier that day. I especially enjoyed running my optic slowly down her back, onto her tenuous waist, onto her loaded ass, and then onto her easy, strong, shapely legs. Fuck this was driving me mad ! I gave her 30 instant to get into a recondite sleep and then I placed my hand on the pocket-size of her binding. I felt the unruffled curvature of her rear rising slowly up to her sozzled ass. I slid my deal up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slip it further down onto the back of her soft, warm peg. I rubbed her leg and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her tits, ass, and slit while grinding his hard cock against her ass cranny. Finally I slid my paw down and grabbed the fanny of her annulus and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight of her egg laying on it. I sat up and with both workforce pulled her chick up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her thin out waist. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised bird and thong not providing any cover charge. I sat and stared at her ass for a bit before I got up and took all my clothes off. I then sat down on the bed next to her pegleg and picked up and spread one, then the early leg wide-cut open up. She was tall and slenderize but anytime I moved her leg while she slept it always felt like they were made of heavy sandbags. I could now see up her branch, that exposed tight ass, into her private parts, and her thong covered slit. I lay down between her legs and positioning my face just below her ass. I took my digit and began rubbing her cunt from behind, through her thong. I moved my case, my olfactory organ, close to her snatch and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her party boss had violated with his digit earlier that day. That thought made my prick grow even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her ramification while I sniffed and felt her cunt lips. I could feel the insides of her warm legs close to my cheeks as I sniffed her snatch. I could finger the hot moist odor from her twat 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 English, exposing that well used whore's cunt. I pushed my side, nose, and glossa into her genitalia from behind, stabbing my wet hungry glossa deep between her cunt lips. With this she moved just a little. I began lapping rapidly at her snatch, feeling the interior of her ardent soppy wet counterpane open cunt mouth sliding on my face as I held her flip-flop to the side with one hand while slipping the fingers of my former hand along and inside her dishonour cunt. The whole sentence I did this I kept picturing her party boss holding her still, taking his time and enjoying notion every component part of her body that he desired. While she"had"to just stand there and let him. Finally my lapping at her cunt became extremely speedy and mystifying and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her legs more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my face. I sat up, grabbed her around her lose weight shank, pulled her ass high into the air, and ride my hard stopcock deep into her lose, wet, whorish puss, the unhurt meter picturing her party boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and harder than I ever had before.

In the workweek to come Karenic, my time to come married woman, would assure me about all the other affair that her boss had already done to her and the new things he would do as meter progressed. With every few passing weeks her hirer pushed a little more and never backed off. She began to entrust me more and would trust in me all the sexual insult he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so caring and translate. The whole clock time I loved the description of every particular I could get and whenever she would not, or could not distinguish me about the bad things he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely heart-to-heart and fair with me. With this I was capable to get enough inside information 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 give up him. She worked for him for another year and a half.

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