wife's party boss sexual harassment

For virtually of my wife's life and most of our relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed medical status that caused her to be promiscuous and to drink alcoholic beverage excessively, only adding to her sleeping around. On days when her checkup shape got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her condition got worse she would end up at some sleazy bar crapulence 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 take advantage of her, taking bout raping her limp unconscious body. former sentence on the in effect days when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would draw close her for sex only for her to refuse them but then wouldn't listen to her and sleep with her anyway. Below is the true floor of how I found out that her boss was sexually abusing her. It's just one of many representative of what my wife has gone through. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed coercing her to say me about it. This level was developed from the overall description of what she told me and the item 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 body of work when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a saleslady at the troupe. One day she walked into the elbow room to talk to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her teat. While they were only"B's"her reduce frame and low cut closely black lacy blouse with just a little bit of inkiness lacy bra peeking out the top made them stick out out. She had a courteous tenuous shank, long firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a tall dark brunette. What a fuck I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minute of arc. The whole time my oculus groped her tits, slid down her reduce waist to her shapely thighs, onto her firm wooden leg and back up again, looking away only when she would peek 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 suave back and slim down waist onto her tight ass. For the past 20 minutes my eyes 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 worry though since Karenic 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 workweek later Karen and I had our first date ; dinner and a picture show. 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 bird. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice cleavage and her Stanford White lacy bra was peeking out just a picayune. Her short annulus showed off her long smooth legs and pie-eyed ass. Dam she looked eatable ! 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 restaurant.

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 party. A few seconds later she told me that we didn't have to actually have dinner party and we could just go back to her apartment ( to have intercourse was heavily implied ). Of course I agreed and drank the residual of my vino ( I only had the chance to drink about ½ of the glass to this 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 blazonry around my neck opening and pulled me tight to her, forcing her rim to mine and driving her glossa deep into my mouth. 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 dress then hers. We move to her bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to suck my cock. She seemed to demand majuscule joy in satisfying me, it was although she had to prove to me she knew how to suck cock better than any other fille I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an easy slattern fuck she was and how unbelievable the fuck had been. This description of our firstly fuck is rather brief on purpose since the adept is to come.

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

The second week I was fucking Karen I came"home"to her apartment to bump her laying front down on her bed, still in her work wearing apparel, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was wrongly. She told me"nothing ”. After a small 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 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 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 agreement and so I expected her to be up front and dependable with me. With that she drooped her head low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to finger guilty and told me everything.

She told me that her honcho told her to fall out him back to the warehouse to talk about an upcoming job. He took her to a secluded corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her book binding. He then took his left arm and wrapped it around her waistline, pinning both her branch firmly down at her sides. He then took his free right manus 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 other and back again. She told me she tried to move away but he was too firm and held her firm. She then told him to"stop it"but he just told her she was a"piece of ass whore"who fucked all the men in the company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him enjoy her knocker. As he took his time feeling her titmouse she could sense his cock growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her tight ass in tardily gyrating trend. After feeling both tits through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the side by side two clit with his right hand hand. With her blouse starting out unbuttoned provocatively low to begin with, these two extra buttons opened her shirt so her titmouse in her bra were completely open to consider. He then slid his hand down her dresser, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to keep open him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her Nice full tits and played with her nipples, pelt on hide, and enjoyed every moment. Years after this incident Karen told me that a woman becomes sexually aroused during a rape as a"self-defence mechanics ”, so I know that her nipples must have become hard with her boss playacting with them just like they do when I play with them. This merely made Karen more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her party boss to violate her sexually but her severely nipple made him call back otherwise.

After taking all the prison term he wanted to play with her teat he pulled his hand out of her bra and slid it down and around onto her tight ass. There he repeated the process ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A niggling spell later he began pulling her wench up ; his good hand pulling the material up a fist full moon at a fourth dimension, 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 bridge player under and up the back of her skirt onto her soft, warmly ass. Karen wore thongs in those days and he felt, groped, and squeezed her right ass cheek tegument to sputter. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her honcho slid his hand around to her front, sliding his hand over her fond puss, with just the cut thong stuff between his fingers and her snatch lips. I asked Karen if she was able-bodied to keep her legs clamped closed to traverse 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 chief to skid his hand in between the top of her legs, into her warm private parts. There he played ; sliding his fingers up and down the to the full length of her cunt brim, all the while Karen just stood there not being capable to turn back him. Her boss then slipped his hand inside the front of her thong and continued feeling her moist slit mouth. From this he knew that she shaved her twat leaving only a small patch of pubic pilus at the top. A point she never had any intent on letting her chief know. Also from what she told me about how a cleaning lady's"self-defense"mechanics protects her during a rape, I now know that as her genus Bos caressed the good length of her snatch backtalk that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her bitch slowly, over time, opened for him. Her genus Bos took good vantage of this and slipped his fingers deep inside her quaggy wet slit. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her legs slightly candid 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 believe even if she told someone since she had already fucked every usable 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 storage racks and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual abuse her knob forced on her originally that day I asked her if this was the first off clock 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 sentence she had been working for him for a little over 3 years. 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 proceed to the next step and reprize the mental process until he finally had her worked up to this point. He was now taking her back to the lousy warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 times a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach shot paced over metre had whittled down her self-pride 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 owner, we lived in a very small Ithiel Town, and if she told anyone he would just fire her and then tell his former occupation proprietor buddies not to hire her since she was a difficulty maker. After that she would ingest no selection but to come back to her boss and ask for her old job back. That would be much forged 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 post"regardless of what she accomplished. She was use to it and she accepted it. With this info 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 realise 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 Bos 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 particular in my mind. My tool was so incredibly hard.

After our little Old World chat she fell deep asleep from relief of the solar day'austere intimate insult stress. There I lay, front down on her bed next to her. A raging knockout tool and looking at her in her gentle blouse and annulus, the Saame outfit she had on when her political boss violated her earliest that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her rear, onto her thin waist, onto her tight ass, and then onto her flabby, fond, shapely legs. Fuck this was driving me crazy ! I gave her 30 mo to get into a deeply sleep and then I placed my hand on the small of her rear. I felt the legato bend of her back rising slowly up to her tight ass. I slid my hand up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a lilliputian, and then slid it further down onto the spine of her soft, warm legs. I rubbed her leg and ass for a bit, picturing her Bos holding her still, feeling her mammilla, ass, and cunt while grinding his firmly dick against her ass crack. Finally I slid my deal down and grabbed the bottom of her doll 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 hired hand pulled her skirt up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her thin waistline. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised annulus and thong 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 following to her stage and picked up and spread one, then the early leg spacious open. She was improbable and thin but anytime I moved her legs while she slept it always felt like they were made of arduous sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed tight ass, into her genital organ, and her thong covered bitch. I lay down between her leg and positioning my face just below her ass. I took my fingerbreadth and began rubbing her cunt from behind, through her thong. I moved my fount, my olfactory organ, fill up to her snatch and smelled her. I smelled the twat that her boss had violated with his fingers earlier that day. That thought made my cock grow even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her pegleg while I sniffed and felt her cunt lips. I could sense the inside of her tender ramification close to my cheeks as I sniffed her cunt. I could feel the hot moist aroma from her pussy trapped against my fount. 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 position, exposing that well used working girl's cunt. I pushed my cheek, nose, and knife 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 kitty, feeling the interior of her affectionate hokey wet spread subject cunt lips sliding on my nerve as I held her thong to the English with one hand while slipping the fingers of my early hand along and inside her breach cunt. The whole clock time I did this I kept picturing her boss holding her still, taking his time and enjoying smell every voice of her dead body that he desired. While she"had"to just stand there and let him. Finally my lapping at her cunt became extremely speedy and recondite and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her legs more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my face. I sat up, grabbed her around her lose weight waistline, pulled her ass high into the air, and drove my hard putz deep into her lose, wet, whorish pussy, the solid fourth dimension picturing her chief enjoying violating her. I came faster and intemperately than I ever had before.

In the workweek to add up Karenic, my future wife, would tell me about all the other things that her Bos had already done to her and the new things he would do as clip progressed. With every few passing game weeks her boss pushed a trivial more and never backed off. She began to believe me more and would confide in me all the sexual contumely he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so caring and sympathise. The whole prison term I loved the 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 honest with me. With this I was able to get enough contingent to get a full moon picture of what he did and I worked at her to continue her working there for him and not doing anything to block off him. She worked for him for another class and a half.

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