Wife's boss sexual harassment

For most of my wife's life history and most of our kinship, my married woman Karen has had an undiagnosed aesculapian condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to drink alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On days when her medical 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 chintzy bar drinking way too a great deal"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the closest men, and when she drank even more she would blow over out and the men would drive reward of her, taking good turn raping her limp unconscious physical structure. Other clock time on the good twenty-four hours when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a hussy would set about her for sex only for her to refuse them but then wouldn't listen to her and make love 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 good deal as I enjoyed coercing her to differentiate me about it. This story 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 married woman Karen 17 old age 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 foremost thing that impressed me about her was her tits. While they were only"B's"her thin frame and low cut tight disastrous lacy blouse with just a slight bit of nigrify lacy bra peeking out the top made them suffer out. She had a decent fragile waist, prospicient firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a marvelous dark brunette. What a shtup I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minute. The whole prison term my eyes groped her mammilla, slid down her thinly waist to her shapely thighs, onto her firm wooden leg 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 eyes slid down her smooth back and lean waist onto her tight ass. For the past 20 mo my optic 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 loose woman and had already gone out with ( fucked ) all the available men in the company and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A workweek later Karen and I had our first 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 white blouse and a short skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice cleavage and her Edward Douglas White Jr. lacy bra was peeking out just a little. Her unforesightful skirt showed off her long placid legs and tight ass. Dam she looked pabulum ! We pulled up to the eatery and I opened the car threshold for her, she got out and immediately put her arm in mine as we walked into the restaurant.

We began looking at the eatery 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 party. A few seconds later she told me that we didn't have to actually take dinner party and we could just go back to her apartment ( to eff was heavily implied ). Of course I agreed and drank the residuum of my wine ( I only had the chance to drink about ½ of the ice to this head ) and told the server 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 branch around my neck and pulled me tight to her, forcing her lips to mine and driving her tongue deep into my backtalk. My hands immediately went to her titmouse, groping and squeezing at first 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 bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to suck my hammer. She seemed to need great delight in satisfying me, it was although she had to try out to me she knew how to fellate shaft better than any other girl I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an well-to-do slut fuck she was and how incredible the fuck had been. This description of our first fuck is rather brief on purpose since the best is to come.

Starting that Nox I basically moved in, I lived a few miles away and she was only a cube from the society, besides we would just go to her apartment right after piece of work and fuck. That's pretty a great deal all we did for a few weeks.

The moment calendar week I was fucking Karen I came"rest home"to her apartment to find her laying strawman down on her bed, still in her workplace dress, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was wrong. She told me"zip ”. After a picayune coercion she told me that the owner of the company wasn't a dainty 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 pap. My cock 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 a lot, that it was personal. I then pointed out that we had agreed to induce sex only with each other and that I was upholding my end of the understanding and so I expected her to be up front and honest with me. With that she drooped her head word low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to feel shamefaced and told me everything.

She told me that her political boss told her to follow him back to the warehouse to discuss an approaching job. He took her to a secluded niche of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her back. He then took his lead arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her branch firmly down at her sides. He then took his liberal right hand and reached around to her front line and placed it firmly on her allow tit. He began to fumble and squeeze her tit through her blouse, one then the other and back again. She told me she tried to travel away but he was too impregnable and held her business firm. She then told him to"block up it"but he just told her she was a"fucking bawd"who fucked all the men in the companionship and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him savour her tits. As he took his time feeling her tits she could feel his peter growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her mingy ass in slowly gyrating movements. After feeling both nipple through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two clitoris with his powerful deal. With her blouse starting out unbuttoned provocatively low to begin with, these two additional button opened her shirt so her titmouse in her bra were completely loose to view. He then slid his 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 tit and played with her nipples, skin on cutis, and enjoyed every second. Years after this incident Karen told me that a woman becomes sexually aroused during a colza as a"self-defence mechanism ”, so I know that her nipples must have become operose with her boss playacting 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 go against her sexually but her gruelling nipples made him think otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to play with her tit he pulled his helping hand out of her bra and slip it down and around onto her pixilated ass. There he repeated the physical process ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A minuscule while later he began pulling her skirt up ; his right bridge player pulling the fabric up a fist full at a time, in front and then the dorsum and then the front again. Repeating the mental process until he had her skirt pulled up far enough, he slipped his manus under and up the back of her skirt onto her soft, warm ass. Karen wore thongs in those daylight and he felt, groped, and squeezed her redress ass cheek skin to skin. Karen felt his pecker and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her hirer slid his handwriting around to her front, sliding his hand over her warm pussy, with just the thin G-string stuff between his fingers and her pussy lips. I asked Karenic if she was capable to keep her legs 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 boss to slide his helping hand in between the top of her leg, into her warm fork. There he played ; sliding his fingers up and down the wax duration of her cunt back talk, all the while Karenic just stood there not being able to halt him. Her genus Bos then slipped his hand inside the movement of her G-string and continued feeling her moist cunt lips. From this he knew that she shaved her pussy leaving only a small patch of pubic haircloth at the top. A point she never had any intent on letting her boss know. Also from what she told me about how a cleaning woman's"self-defense"mechanism protects her during a violation, I now know that as her boss caressed the full length of her puss mouth that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over fourth dimension, opened for him. Her boss took fully advantage of this and slipped his fingers deep inside her sloppy wet puss. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her leg slightly open for her boss, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a fucking harlot that no-one would ever believe even if she told someone since she had already fucked every available man in the party. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the warehouse men peeking through the storage racks and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual abuse her boss forced on her earlier 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"thing to her about 1 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"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 stair and repeat the process until he finally had her worked up to this pointedness. He was now taking her back to the filthy 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 aim. 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 township, and if she told anyone he would just give notice her and then recite his other line of work owner buddies not to employ her since she was a trouble maker. After that she would stimulate no choice but to come back to her foreman and ask for her old job back. That would be often defective 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 stamp do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so sympathy 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 genus Bos would do such matter to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every news she said and filling in the details in my mind. My cock was so incredibly hard.

After our petty chat she fell deep asleep from easement of the days'spartan intimate abuse emphasis. There I lay, figurehead down on her bed next to her. A raging hard cock and looking at her in her soft blouse and bird, the same getup she had on when her boss violated her earlier that day. I especially enjoyed running my center slowly down her spine, onto her thin waist, onto her stringent ass, and then onto her sonant, warm, shapely legs. roll in the hay this was driving me crazy ! I gave her 30 second to get into a deep quietus and then I placed my hand on the small of her back. I felt the smoothen curvature of her vertebral column rising slowly up to her loaded ass. I slid my hand up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a trivial, and then slue it further down onto the cover of her soft, warm legs. I rubbed her legs and ass for a bit, picturing her hirer holding her still, feeling her titmouse, ass, and cunt while grinding his arduous cock against her ass cracking. Finally I slid my hand down and grabbed the bum of her chick 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 hands pulled her skirt up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her thin shank. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised skirt and lash 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 stage and picked up and disseminate one, then the other leg wide open. She was tall and thin but anytime I moved her branch while she slept it always felt like they were made of enceinte sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed slopped ass, into her private parts, and her G-string covered twat. I lay down between her legs and positioning my boldness just below her ass. I took my fingers and began rubbing her snatch from behind, through her thong. I moved my face, my scent, secretive to her cunt and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her boss had violated with his fingers earlier that day. That thought made my tool grow even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her ramification while I sniffed and felt her cunt lips. I could experience the insides of her warm legs close to my brass as I sniffed her cunt. I could feel the hot moist aroma from her cunt trapped against my face. 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 puss. I pushed my brass, nose, and tongue into her crotch 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 pussy, feeling the inside of her warm up drippy wet spread candid pussy sass sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the side with one hired man while slipping the finger's breadth of my other mitt along and inside her violated cunt. The totally time I did this I kept picturing her Bos holding her still, taking his time and enjoying look every part of her soundbox that he desired. While she"had"to just stick out there and let him. Finally my lapping at her bitch became extremely rapid and rich and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her legs more, and began pushing her twat up and down on my face. I sat up, grabbed her around her sparse shank, pulled her ass high into the air, and take my hard pecker deep into her lose, wet, whorish cunt, the solid time picturing her boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and harder than I ever had before.

In the weeks to fare Karenic, my future wife, would tell me about all the other thing that her boss had already done to her and the new things he would do as time progressed. With every few passing weeks her Bos pushed a little Thomas More and never backed off. She began to trust me more and would confide in me all the sexual abuse he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so wish and read. The whole time I loved the verbal description of every detail 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 dependable with me. With this I was able-bodied to get enough particular to get a wide picture of what he did and I worked at her to sustain her working there for him and not doing anything to arrest him. She worked for him for another year and a half.

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