Wife's honcho intimate harassment

For near of my married woman's life and most of our human relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed medical status that caused her to be sluttish and to fuddle alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On days when her health check condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her condition got worse she would end up at some tinny bar imbibing way too a good deal"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the tight men, and when she drank even more she would pass out and the men would take advantage of her, taking turns raping her limp unconscious mind body. Other times on the goodness day when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would come on her for sex only for her to resist them but then wouldn't listen to her and get it on her anyway. Below is the on-key story of how I found out that her boss 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 a lot as I enjoyed coercing her to say me about it. This write up 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"details based on what I know from fucking her.

I met my married woman Karen 17 years ago at employment 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 mouth to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her tits. While they were only"B's"her thin out figure and low cut tight black lacy blouse with just a piddling bit of black lacy bra peeking out the top made them stand out. She had a nice thin waist, prospicient firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a tall dark brunette. What a screwing I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minutes. The whole sentence my centre groped her mammilla, slid down her sparse waist to her shapely thighs, onto her firm legs and back up again, looking away only when she would glance in my counsel. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My oculus slid down her smooth back and thinly waist onto her blotto ass. For the preceding 20 transactions my heart 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 occupy though since Karen had a reputation of being a slut and had already gone out with ( fucked ) all the available men in the company and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A week later Karen and I had our first date ; dinner and a pic. She was working late so I picked her up after she was done. She was dressed in a low cut white blouse and a short wench. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice segmentation and her white lacy bra was peeking out just a little. Her curt skirt showed off her long smooth legs and soused 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 eating place.

We began looking at the eating house menus and Karenic told me that we didn't have to go to the movie ; we could just go back to her apartment after dinner party. A few moment later she told me that we didn't have to actually have dinner and we could just go back to her apartment ( to fuck was heavily implied ). Of course of study I agreed and drank the quietus of my wine ( I only had the prospect to drink about ½ of the glass to this point ) and told the server that we decided not to have dinner party. We left and went back to her place.

The instant we got inside her apartment she attacked me. She put her arms around my cervix and pulled me cockeyed to her, forcing her rim to mine and driving her tongue deep into my mouth. My hands immediately went to her titmouse, groping and squeezing at low 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 suck my cock. She seemed to hold great delight in satisfying me, it was although she had to evidence to me she knew how to suck cock better than any other miss 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 roll in the hay had been. This verbal description of our initiative fuck is rather legal brief on design since the best is to come.

Starting that night I basically moved in, I lived a few statute 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 endorsement calendar week I was fucking Karen I came"house"to her apartment to find her laying movement down on her bed, still in her piece of work clothes, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was awry. She told me"nothing ”. After a little coercion she told me that the owner of the company wasn't a Nice man, and that he did something"inappropriate"to her. Of course of study I pressed her for exactly what he did and finally she told me he had touched her knocker. My cock immediately grew hard ; it was a in effect matter 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 take 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 honest with me. With that she drooped her head low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to feel guilty and told me everything.

She told me that her boss told her to follow him back to the warehouse to discuss an upcoming job. He took her to a secluded corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her backrest. He then took his allow for arm and wrapped it around her waistline, pinning both her weapons system firmly down at her position. He then took his devoid right script and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her left tit. He began to grope and press her tit through her blouse, one then the early and back again. She told me she tried to locomote away but he was too strong and held her firm. She then told him to"end it"but he just told her she was a"roll in the hay whore"who fucked all the men in the company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him relish her tits. As he took his time feeling her tits she could feel his cock growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her rigorous ass in slow gyrating movements. After feeling both tits through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the side by side two buttons with his rightfulness bridge player. With her blouse starting out unbuttoned provocatively low to begin with, these two additional buttons opened her shirt so her tits in her bra were completely clear to view. He then slid his handwriting 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 prissy full-of-the-moon pap and played with her nipples, skin on hide, and enjoyed every moment. year after this incident Karen told me that a woman becomes sexually aroused during a violation as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipples must consume become hard with her boss acting 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 knockout nipples made him think otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to play with her tits he pulled his hand out of her bra and slid it down and around onto her mingy ass. There he repeated the summons ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her wench. A little piece later he began pulling her skirt up ; his right-hand hand pulling the material up a fist full phase of the moon at a time, in front and then the back and then the front again. Repeating the process until he had her skirt pulled up far enough, he slipped his hand under and up the back of her wench onto her soft, tender ass. Karen wore thongs in those day and he felt, groped, and squeezed her right ass cheek tegument to skin. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her hirer slid his bridge player around to her front man, sliding his hand over her lovesome pussycat, with just the thin thong material between his fingers and her cunt back talk. I asked Karen if she was able-bodied to hold on her peg clamped closed to abnegate him access but she told me that he told her to open her legs and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her leg just enough for her chief to slue his bridge player in between the top of her legs, into her warm private parts. There he played ; sliding his fingers up and down the replete duration of her cunt lips, all the spell Karen just stood there not being able to stop him. Her boss then slipped his hand inside the battlefront of her thong and continued feeling her moist snatch lips. From this he knew that she shaved her pussy leaving only a diminished patch of pubic haircloth at the top. A particular she never had any intent on letting her Bos know. Also from what she told me about how a womanhood's"self-defense"mechanism protects her during a violation, I now know that as her gaffer caressed the full length of her cunt brim that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over time, opened for him. Her knob took full-of-the-moon advantage of this and slipped his fingers rich inside her haphazard wet cunt. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep on her leg slightly open for her gaffer, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a ass fancy woman that no-one would ever believe even if she told individual since she had already fucked every available man in the society. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the warehouse men peeking through the depot racks and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual abuse her boss forced on her earliest that day I asked her if this was the first time he had done this. She told me he had started saying and then doing"inappropriate"things to her about 1 calendar month after she started working there. At the time she had been working for him for a little over 3 years. 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 go forward to the succeeding footfall and repeat the process until he finally had her worked up to this detail. He was now taking her back to the smutty storage warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 prison term a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach paced over metre 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 possessor, we lived in a very small town, and if she told anyone he would just fire her and then tell his early business owner buddies not to hire her since she was a trouble maker. After that she would bear no pick but to come back to her chief and ask for her old job back. That would be much worse 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 place"regardless of what she accomplished. She was use to it and she accepted it. With this information 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 understanding and told me she appreciated me listening to her. All the piece I was listening to her I acted as though I was concerned and pretended that it bothered me that her party boss would do such thing to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every Scripture she said and filling in the details in my mind. My cock was so incredibly hard.

After our little confab she fell deep asleep from relief of the sidereal day'severe sexual abuse stress. There I lay, look down on her bed succeeding to her. A raging hard hammer and looking at her in her easygoing blouse and dame, the same kit she had on when her boss violated her early that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her back, onto her slim shank, onto her blind drunk ass, and then onto her diffused, fond, shapely legs. Fuck this was driving me crazy ! I gave her 30 minutes to get into a cryptic sleep and then I placed my hand on the small of her back. I felt the smooth curve of her back rising slowly up to her blotto ass. I slid my mitt up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a niggling, and then slid it further down onto the rear of her easy, warm stage. I rubbed her legs and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her tits, ass, and cunt while grinding his hard cock 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 exercising weight of her laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her doll up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her thin waist. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised skirt and flip-flop not providing any cover. 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 adjacent to her branch and picked up and open one, then the other leg wide-eyed open. She was improbable and melt off 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 tight ass, into her crotch, and her thong covered cunt. I lay down between her branch and positioning my grimace just below her ass. I took my fingers and began rubbing her cunt from backside, through her G-string. I moved my face, my nose, close to her cunt and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her Bos had violated with his fingers earlier that day. That thought made my stopcock farm even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her branch while I sniffed and felt her snatch backtalk. I could feel the insides of her warm legs close to my cheeks as I sniffed her cunt. I could feel the hot moist aroma from her pussycat trapped against my look. I then briefly looked up and noticed that she was still sleeping soundly. I then slipped a finger under her flip-flop and pulled it to the side, exposing that well used whore's cunt. I pushed my face, nose, and tongue into her crotch from behind, stabbing my wet thirsty tongue deep between her cunt backtalk. With this she moved just a picayune. I began lapping rapidly at her pussy, feeling the inside of her warm soppy wet spread loose cunt lips sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the side of meat with one hand while slipping the fingers of my other bridge player along and inside her rape puss. The whole clock time I did this I kept picturing her boss holding her still, taking his time and enjoying touch sensation every contribution of her organic structure that he desired. While she"had"to just suffer there and let him. Finally my imbrication at her cunt became extremely rapid and cryptic and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her pegleg more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my aspect. I sat up, grabbed her around her thin waist, pulled her ass high-pitched into the air, and motor my knockout putz trench into her lose, wet, whorish cunt, the whole time picturing her boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and intemperate than I ever had before.

In the weeks to come Karenic, my time to come married woman, would tell me about all the early things that her Bos had already done to her and the new things he would do as clock time progressed. With every few passing weeks her boss pushed a fiddling more and never backed off. She began to trust me more and would confide in me all the intimate abuse he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so give care and understanding. The whole clock time I loved the description of every item I could get and whenever she would not, or could not recite me about the bad affair he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely exposed and honest with me. With this I was able to get enough item to get a full phase of the moon photo of what he did and I worked at her to keep her working there for him and not doing anything to stop him. She worked for him for another year and a half.

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