Wife's boss sexual harassment

For most of my married woman's biography and most of our relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed medical condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to wassail alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On days when her medical examination condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her precondition got tough she would end up at some cheap bar drinking 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 take aim advantage of her, taking turns raping her hitch unconscious mind body. Other times on the good solar day when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would draw close her for sex only for her to deny them but then wouldn't listen to her and have intercourse her anyway. Below is the true story of how I found out that her boss was sexually abusing her. It's just one of many examples of what my married woman has gone through. I hope you enjoy reading it as a great deal as I enjoyed coercing her to tell me about it. This taradiddle was developed from the overall descriptions 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 wife Karenic 17 years ago at work when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a salesgirl at the companionship. One day she walked into the room to talk to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her tits. While they were only"B's"her lean frame and low cut cockeyed black lacy blouse with just a little bit of smuggled lacy bra peeking out the top made them stand out. She had a nice thin shank, foresightful business firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a marvelous darkness brunet. What a screwing I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 min. The totally time my eyes groped her mammilla, slid down her slender waist to her shapely thighs, onto her house legs and back up again, looking away only when she would glance in my counselling. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My eyes slid down her polish back and thin waistline onto her tight ass. For the preceding 20 moment my optic had stripped her and fucked her, my prick 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 occupy though since Karen had a reputation of being a slattern and had already gone out with ( fucked ) all the available men in the companionship and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A week later Karen and I had our first engagement ; 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 little skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice cleavage and her blank lacy bra was peeking out just a small. Her short skirt showed off her long quiet legs and sozzled ass. Dam she looked comestible ! 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 house.

We began looking at the restaurant menus and Karen told me that we didn't have to go to the movie ; we could just go back to her flat after dinner party. A few second gear later she told me that we didn't have to actually make dinner and we could just go back to her apartment ( to fuck was heavily implied ). Of course I agreed and drank the residuum of my vino ( I only had the chance to fuddle about ½ of the trash to this pointedness ) and told the waiter that we decided not to bear 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 tight to her, forcing her lips to mine and driving her tongue deep into my mouth. My hands immediately went to her tits, groping and squeezing at 1st outside her blouse and then slipping inside. Then I groped her ass. She pushed me away, took off my dress then hers. We move to her chamber where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to lactate my shaft. She seemed to learn keen delight in satisfying me, it was although she had to prove to me she knew how to sop up shaft 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 brief on purpose since the considerably is to come.

Starting that night I basically moved in, I lived a few sea mile away and she was only a pulley from the company, besides we would just go to her flat rightfield after body of work and roll in the hay. That's pretty very much all we did for a few weeks.

The second base hebdomad I was fucking Karenic I came"place"to her apartment to find her laying breast down on her bed, still in her body of work wearing apparel, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was untimely. She told me"nothing ”. After a little coercion she told me that the proprietor of the company wasn't a nice man, and that he did something"inappropriate"to her. Of path I pressed her for exactly what he did and finally she told me he had touched her teat. My cock immediately grew hard ; it was a unspoilt 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 have 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 drumhead low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to find shamed and told me everything.

She told me that her boss told her to be him back to the storage warehouse to discuss an upcoming job. He took her to a secluded nook of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her back. He then took his left arm and wrapped it around her waistline, pinning both her arms firmly down at her sides. He then took his free the right way bridge player and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her left tit. He began to fumble and rack her tit through her blouse, one then the other and back again. She told me she tried to propel away but he was too strong and held her house. She then told him to"block it"but he just told her she was a"fucking cyprian"who fucked all the men in the ship's company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him savor her tits. As he took his prison term feeling her tits she could palpate his pecker growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her tight ass in slow gyrating bm. After feeling both breast through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two button with his right field helping hand. With her blouse starting out unfastened provocatively low to commence with, these two additional buttons opened her shirt so her titmouse in her bra were completely open to view. He then slid his script down her chest, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to hold on him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her decent full knocker and played with her nipple, skin on skin, and enjoyed every moment. long time after this incident Karenic told me that a fair sex becomes sexually aroused during a rape as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipples must have become severe with her boss playing with them just like they do when I play with them. This simply made Karen more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her boss to violate her sexually but her knockout nipples made him imagine otherwise.

After taking all the clock time he wanted to bring with her tit he pulled his mitt out of her bra and slew it down and around onto her tight ass. There he repeated the operation ; smell, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A little while later he began pulling her skirt up ; his right manus pulling the material up a fist full-of-the-moon at a time, in front and then the cover and then the figurehead again. Repeating the mental process until he had her chick pulled up far enough, he slipped his hand under and up the spinal column of her bird onto her soft, ardent ass. Karen wore thong in those years and he felt, groped, and squeezed her right ass cheek pelt to sputter. Karenic felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her boss slid his helping hand around to her movement, sliding his hand over her ardent puss, with just the thin flip-flop material between his digit and her pussy mouth. I asked Karen if she was capable to keep her legs clamped closed to traverse him access but she told me that he told her to afford her ramification and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her legs just enough for her boss to slew his hand in between the top of her legs, into her quick crotch. There he played ; sliding his finger's breadth up and down the full length of her cunt sass, all the while Karen just stood there not being able to stop him. Her boss then slipped his hired man inside the forepart of her flip-flop and continued feeling her moist pussy mouth. From this he knew that she shaved her pussycat leaving only a small patch of pubic whisker at the top. A detail she never had any purpose on letting her boss know. Also from what she told me about how a woman's"self-defense"mechanism protects her during a rape, I now know that as her boss caressed the entire length of her cunt lips that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over time, opened for him. Her party boss took replete reward of this and slipped his fingers cryptical inside her sloppy wet puss. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her stage slightly unfastened for her boss, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a fucking cyprian that no-one would ever conceive even if she told soul since she had already fucked every uncommitted 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 depot wheel and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual abuse her boss forced on her early that day I asked her if this was the kickoff fourth dimension 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 sentence she had been working for him for a little over 3 twelvemonth. He started by doing something"incompatible"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 keep to the next step and recur the process until he finally had her worked up to this point. He was now taking her binding to the cruddy warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 times a day ! I could see that this methodical structured feeler paced over clock time had whittled down her self-esteem which made her even more of a quarry. 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 minuscule townsfolk, and if she told anyone he would just kindle her and then tell his early clientele owner chum not to hire her since she was a trouble maker. After that she would get no option but to come back to her foreman and ask for her old job back. That would be a great deal spoilt 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 office"regardless of what she accomplished. She was use to it and she accepted it. With this data 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 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 details in my thinker. My putz was so incredibly hard.

After our little confabulation she fell deep asleep from sculptural relief of the Day'stern intimate ill-usage tenseness. There I lay, face down on her bed next to her. A raging gruelling putz and looking at her in her piano blouse and dame, the Same turnout she had on when her boss violated her earlier that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her spine, onto her thin waist, onto her mingy ass, and then onto her easy, warm, shapely legs. ass this was driving me sick ! I gave her 30 minutes to get into a deep sleep and then I placed my hand on the modest of her back. I felt the smooth curve of her spinal column rising slowly up to her stiff ass. I slid my manus up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slew it further down onto the back of her diffuse, warm up legs. I rubbed her legs and ass for a bit, picturing her Bos holding her still, feeling her breast, ass, and cunt while grinding his hard cock against her ass gap. Finally I slid my helping hand down and grabbed the bottom of her dame and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight unit of her laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her chick up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her reduce shank. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised doll and thong not providing any cover song. 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 succeeding to her stage and picked up and spread one, then the other leg wide loose. She was tall and cut but anytime I moved her pegleg while she slept it always felt like they were made of heavy sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed loaded ass, into her fork, and her lash covered slit. I lay down between her legs and positioning my face just below her ass. I took my fingers and began rubbing her puss from butt, through her thong. I moved my font, my nozzle, secretive to her cunt and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her boss had violated with his finger earlier that day. That thought made my cock turn even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her ramification while I sniffed and felt her puss sass. I could feel the insides of her warm legs close to my buttock as I sniffed her cunt. I could finger the hot moist olfactory property from her twat trapped against my expression. 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 sporting lady's snatch. I pushed my face, nose, and lingua into her genitalia from behind, stabbing my wet hungry tongue deep between her twat backtalk. With this she moved just a small. I began lapping rapidly at her pussycat, feeling the interior of her warm soppy wet bedspread give cunt sass sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the side of meat with one script while slipping the fingers of my other hand along and inside her violated pussy. The whole sentence I did this I kept picturing her hirer holding her still, taking his clip and enjoying flavour every parting of her consistence that he desired. While she"had"to just stand there and let him. Finally my lapping at her puss became extremely speedy and cryptic and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her ramification more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my look. I sat up, grabbed her around her flimsy waist, pulled her ass senior high into the air, and drove my voiceless shaft deep 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 occur Karen, my future tense married woman, would tell me about all the other things that her genus Bos had already done to her and the new matter he would do as metre progressed. With every few passing weeks her knob pushed a little More and never backed off. She began to trust me more and would intrust in me all the sexual abuse he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so caring and understanding. The whole time I loved the description of every item 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 opened and dependable with me. With this I was able to get enough details to get a good picture of what he did and I worked at her to go on her working there for him and not doing anything to block up him. She worked for him for another year and a one-half.

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