Wife's boss sexual harassment

For most of my married woman's life and nigh of our family relationship, my wife Karenic has had an undiagnosed medical checkup condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to fuddle alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On day when her medical condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her experimental condition got worse she would end up at some sleazy bar drinking way too often"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the closelipped men, and when she drank even more she would draw out and the men would hold advantage of her, taking turns raping her limp unconscious body. early times on the honorable Clarence Shepard Day Jr. when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would approach her for sex only for her to reject them but then wouldn't listen to her and fuck her anyway. Below is the admittedly story of how I found out that her boss was sexually abusing her. It's just one of many instance of what my married woman has gone through. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed coercing her to tell me about it. This tale was developed from the overall description of what she told me and the contingent 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 class 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 way to verbalise to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her teat. While they were only"B's"her lean flesh and low cut pixilated black lacy blouse with just a picayune bit of opprobrious lacy bra peeking out the top made them stand out. She had a decent thin shank, long firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a tall dark brunette. What a ass I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minutes. The whole time my eyes groped her nipple, slid down her lose weight waist to her shapely thighs, onto her house legs and back up again, looking away only when she would glint in my direction. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My eyes slid down her placid back and slim shank onto her tight ass. For the past 20 hour my eye had stripped her and fucked her, my cock was so hard.

With a chuckle my workfellow 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 available men in the fellowship and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A week later Karenic and I had our starting time date ; dinner and a movie. She was working late so I picked her up after she was done. She was dressed in a low cut E. B. White blouse and a curtly skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice segmentation and her white lacy bra was peeking out just a little. Her short skirt showed off her long smooth legs and tight ass. Dam she looked edible ! 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 eatery.

We began looking at the eating place carte du jour and Karen 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 seconds later she told me that we didn't have to actually have dinner and we could just go back to her apartment ( to be intimate was heavily implied ). Of class I agreed and drank the rest of my wine ( I only had the chance to fuddle about ½ of the glass to this breaker point ) and told the waiter that we decided not to have dinner. We left and went back to her place.

The instant we got inside her apartment she attacked me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me sozzled to her, forcing her lips to mine and driving her tongue deep into my mouthpiece. My script immediately went to her tits, groping and squeezing at first outside her blouse and then slipping inside. Then I groped her ass. She pushed me away, took off my wearing apparel then hers. We move to her bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to suck my dick. She seemed to take in swell delight in satisfying me, it was although she had to testify to me she knew how to suck tool 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 ass had been. This description of our initiative piece of tail is rather brief on purpose since the Charles Herbert Best is to come.

Starting that night I basically moved in, I lived a few stat mi away and she was only a engine block from the company, besides we would just go to her flat right after oeuvre and roll in the hay. That's pretty practically all we did for a few weeks.

The second week I was fucking Karen I came"home"to her apartment to find her laying front man down on her bed, still in her study apparel, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was faulty. She told me"nothing ”. After a piddling coercion she told me that the owner of the ship's company wasn't a nice man, and that he did something"incompatible"to her. Of grade I pressed her for exactly what he did and finally she told me he had touched her knocker. My pecker 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 much, that it was personal. I then pointed out that we had agreed to have sex only with each other and that I was upholding my end of the agreement and so I expected her to be up forepart and reliable with me. With that she drooped her nous 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 sequestered corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her back. He then took his give arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her weapon firmly down at her position. He then took his free correct hand and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her left 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 motivate away but he was too solid and held her firm. She then told him to"stop it"but he just told her she was a"fucking whore"who fucked all the men in the caller and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him enjoy her tits. As he took his sentence feeling her nipple she could find his tool growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her mean ass in slow up gyrating trend. After feeling both tits through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two button with his right hand. With her blouse starting out unfastened provocatively low to begin with, these two extra push button opened her shirt so her mamilla in her bra were completely open to view. He then slid his helping hand down her chest, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to celebrate him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her nice full tits and played with her nipple, hide on skin, and enjoyed every moment. Years after this incident Karen told me that a cleaning lady becomes sexually aroused during a Brassica napus as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipple must hold 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 offend her sexually but her hard nipple made him think otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to recreate with her tits he pulled his hand out of her bra and slide it down and around onto her tight ass. There he repeated the process ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A little while later he began pulling her skirt up ; his right hand pulling the fabric up a clenched fist replete at a time, in front and then the dorsum and then the nominal head again. Repeating the outgrowth until he had her skirt pulled up far enough, he slipped his script under and up the cover of her doll onto her voiced, lovesome ass. Karenic wore thongs in those years and he felt, groped, and squeezed her decently ass cheek skin to bark. Karen felt his dick and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her honcho slid his hand around to her front line, sliding his manus over her warm puss, with just the thin thong fabric between his fingers and her cunt backtalk. I asked Karenic if she was able to keep her legs clamped closed to deny him access but she told me that he told her to spread her pegleg and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her branch just enough for her foreman to slide his hand in between the top of her pegleg, into her warm up crotch. There he played ; sliding his digit up and down the full length of her cunt lips, all the patch Karen just stood there not being able to stop over him. Her genus Bos then slipped his hand inside the front of her thong and continued feeling her moist cunt lips. From this he knew that she shaved her pussy leaving only a belittled patch of pubic hair at the top. A detail she never had any intent on letting her political boss know. Also from what she told me about how a adult female's"self-protection"mechanism protects her during a rape, I now know that as her knob 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 boss took full advantage of this and slipped his digit deeply inside her quaggy wet snatch. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her legs slightly open for her foreman, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a fucking whore 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 warehouse men peeking through the entrepot rack and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual abuse her gaffer forced on her earlier that day I asked her if this was the kickoff time 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 days. He started by doing something"inappropriate"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 to the future stair and reduplicate the physical process until he finally had her worked up to this point. He was now taking her rear to the filthy warehouse and belief her up 4 to 5 times a day ! I could see that this methodical structured plan of attack paced over 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 possessor, we lived in a very small town, and if she told anyone he would just fire her and then distinguish his early business owner crony not to rent her since she was a fuss maker. After that she would accept no choice but to follow back to her boss 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 to the lowest degree one man who would put her"in her piazza"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 translate and told me she appreciated me listening to her. All the spell I was listening to her I acted as though I was concerned and pretended that it bothered me that her foreman would do such things to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every Logos she said and filling in the contingent in my mind. My cock was so incredibly hard.

After our fiddling chat she fell deep asleep from embossment of the days'severe intimate vilification stress. There I lay, breast down on her bed next to her. A raging intemperately tool and looking at her in her cushy blouse and skirt, the same outfit she had on when her boss violated her earlier that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her back, onto her thin waist, onto her mingy ass, and then onto her sonant, warm, shapely pegleg. shtup this was driving me crazy ! I gave her 30 instant to get into a mystifying quietus and then I placed my hand on the small-scale of her back. I felt the polish curve of her back rising slowly up to her soused ass. I slid my bridge player up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slid it further down onto the back of her balmy, affectionate legs. I rubbed her stage and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her tits, ass, and slit while grinding his hard turncock 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 laying on it. I sat up and with both hired man pulled her skirt up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her thin waistline. 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 next to her legs and picked up and spread one, then the other leg wide undecided. She was tall and thin but anytime I moved her peg while she slept it always felt like they were made of grueling sandbags. I could now see up her stage, that exposed sloshed ass, into her crotch, and her lash covered slit. I lay down between her legs and positioning my face just below her ass. I took my finger and began rubbing her cunt from behind, through her thong. I moved my face, my nose, close to her cunt and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her knob had violated with his fingers earlier that day. That thought made my prick grow even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her legs while I sniffed and felt her slit rim. I could feel the interior of her warm legs close to my nerve as I sniffed her cunt. 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 fingerbreadth under her thong and pulled it to the side, exposing that well used harlot's pussy. I pushed my fount, nose, and tongue into her crotch from behind, stabbing my wet hungry tongue trench between her cunt backtalk. With this she moved just a little. I began lapping rapidly at her pussy, feeling the inside of her warm soppy wet feast open cunt rim sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the side with one hand while slipping the fingers of my other paw along and inside her violated slit. The whole clock time I did this I kept picturing her Bos holding her still, taking his fourth dimension and enjoying smell every part of her body that he desired. While she"had"to just stand there and let him. Finally my lapping at her puss became extremely rapid and deep and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her branch more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my face. I sat up, grabbed her around her thin waist, pulled her ass high into the air, and ride my hard dick deep into her lose, wet, whorish slit, the whole time picturing her boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and toilsome than I ever had before.

In the calendar week to come Karen, my futurity wife, would separate me about all the other things that her party boss had already done to her and the new things he would do as metre progressed. With every few exit weeks her boss pushed a little more and never backed off. She began to swear me more and would confide in me all the intimate abuse he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so caring and savvy. The unit metre I loved the description of every point I could get and whenever she would not, or could not tell 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 to get enough details to get a full depiction of what he did and I worked at her to keep her working there for him and not doing anything to hold back him. She worked for him for another yr and a half.

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