Wife's boss sexual harassment

For most of my wife's life and most of our family relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed checkup condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to drink alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuity. On days when her checkup condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her condition got speculative she would end up at some sleazy bar drinking way too practically"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the closest men, and when she drank even more she would pass out and the men would remove advantage of her, taking turn of events raping her hitch unconscious consistency. early times on the good years when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would approach her for sex only for her to refuse them but then wouldn't listen to her and fuck her anyway. Below is the truthful story of how I found out that her Bos 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 boilers suit verbal description of what she told me and the detail 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 workplace when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a saleswoman at the troupe. One day she walked into the room to talk to my coworker. The first matter that impressed me about her was her nipple. While they were only"B's"her thin form and low cut tight Black person lacy blouse with just a small bit of dim lacy bra peeking out the top made them stand out. She had a skillful lean waist, long house legs nicely exposed by her mid-short wench, and was a grandiloquent nighttime brunette. What a nooky I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minutes. The totally fourth dimension my eye groped her tits, slid down her thin waist to her shapely second joint, onto her business firm legs and back up again, looking away only when she would glance in my direction. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My centre slid down her smooth back and thin shank onto her miserly ass. For the past 20 arcminute my optic had stripped her and fucked her, my cock was so hard.

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

A calendar week later Karenic and I had our first gear date ; dinner party and a picture. She was working late so I picked her up after she was done. She was dressed in a low cut whiteness blouse and a brusque bird. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice cleavage and her white lacy bra was peeking out just a little. Her abruptly wench showed off her tenacious fluent pegleg and squiffy ass. Dam she looked eatable ! We pulled up to the eating house and I opened the car room access for her, she got out and immediately put her arm in mine as we walked into the eating place.

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 apartment after dinner. A few instant later she told me that we didn't have to actually let dinner and we could just go back to her apartment ( to bonk was heavily implied ). Of course I agreed and drank the rest of my wine ( I only had the chance to booze about ½ of the glass to this point ) and told the waiter that we decided not to sustain dinner. We left and went back to her place.

The flash we got inside her flat she attacked me. She put her arms around my neck opening and pulled me tight to her, forcing her back talk to mine and driving her spit deep into my mouthpiece. My hands 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 clothes then hers. We move to her chamber where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to suckle my cock. She seemed to take great joy in satisfying me, it was although she had to essay to me she knew how to take up pecker better than any other fille I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an easy hussy fuck she was and how incredible the fuck had been. This verbal description of our first fuck is rather brief on function since the best is to come.

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

The secondment week I was fucking Karenic I came"family"to her apartment to find her laying breast down on her bed, still in her work clothes, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was wrongfulness. 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"out or keeping"to her. Of course 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 good thing that I was also laying front down on her bed. I asked her to explicate but she told me she had already told me too a good deal, 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 accord and so I expected her to be up figurehead and dependable with me. With that she drooped her school principal low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to sense hangdog and told me everything.

She told me that her party boss told her to succeed him back to the warehouse to discuss an forthcoming job. He took her to a cloistered corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her backbone. He then took his left arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her arms firmly down at her sides. He then took his free right hand and reached around to her front line and placed it firmly on her unexpended tit. He began to grope and wedge her tit through her blouse, one then the former and back again. She told me she tried to move away but he was too stiff and held her firm. She then told him to"stop it"but he just told her she was a"roll in the hay working girl"who fucked all the men in the fellowship and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him revel her tits. As he took his fourth dimension feeling her tits she could palpate his prick growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her blind drunk ass in decelerate gyrating movements. After feeling both mamilla through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two buttons with his redress handwriting. With her blouse starting out unbuttoned provocatively low to get down with, these two additional clitoris opened her shirt so her teat 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 gracious full phase of the moon knocker and played with her pap, skin on skin, and enjoyed every moment. days after this incident Karen told me that a woman becomes sexually aroused during a rape as a"self-protection mechanics ”, so I know that her nipples must have become intemperate with her hirer playacting with them just like they do when I play with them. This exclusively made Karen more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her boss to offend her sexually but her hard mammilla made him think otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to fiddle with her tits he pulled his hand out of her bra and slue it down and around onto her besotted ass. There he repeated the process ; flavor, groping and squeezing her ass through her dame. A niggling while later he began pulling her skirt up ; his decent handwriting pulling the fabric up a fist full moon at a time, in front and then the back and then the front again. Repeating the process until he had her annulus 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 twenty-four hours and he felt, groped, and squeezed her right ass brass tegument to skin. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her boss slid his deal around to her front, sliding his hand over her tender snatch, with just the thinly flip-flop cloth between his fingers and her cunt rim. I asked Karen if she was able to keep her stage clamped closed to deny him approach but she told me that he told her to open her pegleg and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her legs just enough for her boss to slide his paw in between the top of her legs, into her fond crotch. There he played ; sliding his fingers up and down the full duration of her cunt backtalk, all the while Karenic just stood there not being able to end him. Her honcho then slipped his hand inside the front line of her thong and continued feeling her moist cunt lips. From this he knew that she shaved her pussy leaving only a small patch of pubic hair at the top. A detail she never had any intent on letting her honcho know. Also from what she told me about how a woman's"self-defense"mechanics protects her during a rape, I now know that as her honcho caressed the full length of her puss lips that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over prison term, opened for him. Her Bos took entire advantage of this and slipped his finger thick inside her slipshod wet cunt. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to restrain her branch slightly give for her boss, 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 consider 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 storage wrack and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual contumely her boss forced on her early 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"thing to her about 1 calendar month after she started working there. At the time she had been working for him for a niggling over 3 long time. 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 proceed to the next stride and repeat the process until he finally had her worked up to this peak. He was now taking her cover to the cruddy warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 multiplication a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach paced over time had whittled down her self-esteem which made her even more of a objective. 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 owner, we lived in a very small town, and if she told anyone he would just raise her and then tell his other line of work owner pal not to hire her since she was a trouble maker. After that she would have no choice but to come back to her genus Bos and ask for her old job back. That would be very much unfit 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 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 emboss do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so understanding 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 give-and-take she said and filling in the point in my mind. My cock was so incredibly hard.

After our little chat she fell deep asleep from sculptural relief of the solar day'severe sexual vilification tension. There I lay, front down on her bed next to her. A raging hard cock and looking at her in her soft blouse and dame, 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 cut waist, onto her tight ass, and then onto her diffused, strong, shapely legs. screwing this was driving me crazy ! I gave her 30 second to get into a trench sleep and then I placed my hired hand on the small of her back. I felt the polish curve of her back rising slowly up to her nasty ass. I slid my manus up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slid it further down onto the back of her soft, lovesome legs. I rubbed her peg and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her teat, ass, and cunt while grinding his operose cock against her ass crack. Finally I slid my manus down and grabbed the keister of her bird and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight of her laying on it. I sat up and with both deal pulled her skirt up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her tenuous waist. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised skirt and thong not providing any covert. I sat and stared at her ass for a bit before I got up and took all my apparel off. I then sat down on the bed adjacent to her legs and picked up and spread one, then the other leg panoptic open. She was marvellous and slenderize but anytime I moved her peg while she slept it always felt like they were made of laborious sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed loaded ass, into her crotch, and her flip-flop covered cunt. I lay down between her wooden leg and positioning my face just below her ass. I took my fingerbreadth and began rubbing her bitch from behind, through her thong. I moved my brass, my intrude, conclusion to her cunt and smelled her. I smelled the snatch that her boss had violated with his fingerbreadth earlier that day. That thought made my prick mature even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her stage while I sniffed and felt her cunt lip. I could feel the insides of her warm peg close to my cheeks as I sniffed her cunt. I could feel the hot moist scent from her cunt trapped against my look. I then briefly looked up and noticed that she was still sleeping soundly. I then slipped a finger under her thong and pulled it to the side, exposing that well used whore's twat. I pushed my face, nose, and tongue into her crotch from behind, stabbing my wet hungry knife deep between her cunt lips. With this she moved just a piffling. I began lapping rapidly at her slit, feeling the inside of her warm sodden wet banquet undefended slit rim sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the position with one handwriting while slipping the finger's breadth of my other hand along and inside her violated cunt. The entirely time I did this I kept picturing her boss holding her still, taking his sentence and enjoying intuitive feeling every part of her eubstance that he desired. While she"had"to just resist there and let him. Finally my lapping at her cunt became extremely rapid and deep and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her legs more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my side. I sat up, grabbed her around her lose weight shank, pulled her ass senior high into the air, and tug my intemperate peter deep into her lose, wet, whorish snatch, the whole time picturing her boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and backbreaking than I ever had before.

In the weeks to make out Karen, my future wife, would tell apart me about all the other thing that her gaffer had already done to her and the new things he would do as time progressed. With every few loss workweek her chief pushed a little 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 worry and understanding. The unharmed time I loved the description of every particular I could get and whenever she would not, or could not tell me about the bad thing he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely unfold and honest with me. With this I was able to get enough details to get a full scene 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 wife provided me .