Wife's boss sexual harassment

For most of my married woman's life and most of our human relationship, my married woman Karen has had an undiagnosed medical condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to drink in intoxicant excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On Day when her medical stipulation 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 much"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the closest men, and when she drank even more she would sink out and the men would take reward of her, taking turns raping her limp unconscious mind physical structure. former times on the commodity days when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a slut would border on her for sex only for her to turn down them but then wouldn't listen to her and roll in the hay 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 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 overall verbal description 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 years ago at oeuvre 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 let the cat out of the bag to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her tits. While they were only"B's"her slim frame and low cut cockeyed black lacy blouse with just a little bit of inglorious lacy bra peeking out the top made them place upright out. She had a dainty slim waist, tenacious firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short bird, and was a magniloquent dark brunette. What a fuck I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 bit. The whole time my center groped her mammilla, slid down her thin waist to her shapely thighs, onto her firm stage and back up again, looking away only when she would glance in my charge. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My heart slid down her smooth back and thin shank onto her loaded 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 Karenic 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 repute of being a slut and had already gone out with ( fucked ) all the available men in the caller and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A week 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 brusque skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing Nice cleavage and her white lacy bra was peeking out just a little. Her short-change skirt showed off her long smooth legs and tight 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 restaurant.

We began looking at the restaurant menu 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 irregular later she told me that we didn't have to actually give birth dinner and we could just go back to her flat ( to fuck was heavily implied ). Of grade I agreed and drank the rest of my vino ( I only had the hazard to drink about ½ of the glass to this pointedness ) and told the waiter that we decided not to have dinner party. 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 spit deep into my mouthpiece. My hands immediately went to her bosom, groping and squeezing at offset outside her blouse and then slipping inside. Then I groped her ass. She pushed me away, took off my apparel then hers. We move to her bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to suck my rooster. She seemed to consider great delectation in satisfying me, it was although she had to prove to me she knew how to lactate cock better than any former daughter I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an well-off strumpet fuck she was and how unbelievable the fuck had been. This description of our first fuck is rather brief on design since the best is to come.

Starting that Nox I basically moved in, I lived a few Admiralty mile away and she was only a cylinder block from the companionship, besides we would just go to her apartment right after employment and fuck. That's pretty much all we did for a few weeks.

The second calendar week I was fucking Karen I came"home"to her apartment to find her laying front down on her bed, still in her study wearing apparel, crying. I lay down future to her and asked her what was faulty. She told me"nil ”. After a little coercion she told me that the possessor of the company wasn't a dainty 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 nipple. My cock immediately grew hard ; it was a respectable 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 former 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 head low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to feel guilty and told me everything.

She told me that her boss told her to play along him back to the warehouse to discourse an coming job. He took her to a secret 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 waistline, pinning both her arms firmly down at her side of meat. He then took his free right hand and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her left wing tit. He began to grope and compress her tit through her blouse, one then the other and back again. She told me she tried to run away but he was too firm and held her firm. She then told him to"bar it"but he just told her she was a"fucking 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 tits. As he took his time feeling her tits she could finger his prick growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her tight ass in slow gyrating bowel movement. After feeling both bosom through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two buttons with his justly hand. With her blouse starting out unfastened provocatively low to begin with, these two additional buttons opened her shirt so her knocker in her bra were completely afford to view. He then slid his hired hand down her dresser, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to stay fresh him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her nice full mamilla and played with her tit, cutis on skin, and enjoyed every mo. class after this incident Karen told me that a woman becomes sexually aroused during a assault as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipples must have become backbreaking with her boss playing 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 boss to spoil her sexually but her hard pap made him recollect otherwise.

After taking all the clip he wanted to play with her tit he pulled his script out of her bra and slither it down and around onto her miserly ass. There he repeated the summons ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A little spell later he began pulling her annulus up ; his redress hand pulling the stuff up a clenched fist replete at a sentence, in front and then the back and then the front again. Repeating the process until he had her wench pulled up far enough, he slipped his hand under and up the backrest of her chick onto her gentle, warm ass. Karen wore thongs in those days and he felt, groped, and squeezed her justly ass cheek skin to skin. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her chief slid his hired hand around to her movement, sliding his script over her warm pussy, with just the thin thong textile between his fingers and her pussy lips. I asked Karenic if she was able to keep open her legs clamped closed to traverse him access but she told me that he told her to spread out her legs and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her pegleg just enough for her boss to slue his hand in between the top of her legs, into her warm crotch. There he played ; sliding his finger up and down the wide distance of her slit back talk, all the patch Karen just stood there not being able-bodied to give up him. Her boss then slipped his hand inside the front of her thong and continued feeling her moist cunt sass. From this he knew that she shaved her pussy leaving only a minor bandage of pubic hair at the top. A contingent she never had any intent on letting her boss know. Also from what she told me about how a charwoman's"self-defense"mechanism protects her during a rape, I now know that as her boss caressed the full distance of her cunt lip 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 fingers recondite inside her sloppy wet bitch. 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 piece of tail whore that no-one would ever trust even if she told person since she had already fucked every uncommitted man in the fellowship. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the storage warehouse men peeking through the computer storage racks and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the intimate abuse her boss forced on her earlier that day I asked her if this was the initiative meter he had done this. She told me he had started saying and then doing"inappropriate"affair 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 measure and recapitulate the appendage until he finally had her worked up to this point. He was now taking her backrest to the nasty warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 times a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach paced over fourth dimension had whittled down her self-esteem which made her even more of a mark. 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-scale township, and if she told anyone he would just elicit her and then recount his early business owner buddies not to engage her since she was a trouble Lord. After that she would have no pick but to come back to her boss and ask for her old job back. That would be much worsened 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 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 emboss do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so understanding 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 knob would do such affair to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every Christian Bible she said and filling in the item in my head. My cock was so incredibly hard.

After our piddling schmoose she fell deep asleep from embossment of the twenty-four hour period'grievous sexual abuse stress. There I lay, front down on her bed succeeding to her. A raging hard putz and looking at her in her soft blouse and skirt, the Lapp outfit she had on when her boss violated her earlier that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her rear, onto her thin shank, onto her tight ass, and then onto her soft, warm, shapely legs. Fuck this was driving me softheaded ! I gave her 30 minutes to get into a deep quietus and then I placed my manus on the small of her backbone. I felt the bland curve of her dorsum rising slowly up to her soaked ass. I slid my bridge player up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a piddling, and then slip it further down onto the back of her soft, warm pegleg. I rubbed her leg and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her bosom, ass, and snatch while grinding his heavily prick against her ass crack. Finally I slid my hand down and grabbed the butt of her skirt 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 hands pulled her skirt up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her fragile waistline. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised skirt and G-string not providing any cover. I sat and stared at her ass for a bit before I got up and took all my wearing apparel off. I then sat down on the bed succeeding to her legs and picked up and spread one, then the other leg wide exposed. She was tall and thin but anytime I moved her ramification while she slept it always felt like they were made of backbreaking sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed tight ass, into her crotch, and her thong covered cunt. I lay down between her legs and positioning my look just below her ass. I took my fingers and began rubbing her cunt from nates, through her thong. I moved my face, my nose, close up to her snatch and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her genus Bos had violated with his fingers earlier that day. That thought made my cock arise even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her legs while I sniffed and felt her cunt mouth. I could find the insides of her warm ramification close to my cheeks as I sniffed her cunt. I could feel the hot moist aroma from her puss trapped against my face. I then briefly looked up and noticed that she was still sleeping soundly. I then slipped a digit under her thong and pulled it to the face, exposing that well used whore's puss. I pushed my face, nose, and tongue into her crotch from behind, stabbing my wet athirst tongue trench between her cunt lips. With this she moved just a small. I began lapping rapidly at her pussy, feeling the interior of her fond soppy wet spread outdoors cunt lips sliding on my cheeks as I held her thong to the side with one hand while slipping the fingers of my other hand along and inside her violated slit. The whole time I did this I kept picturing her knob holding her still, taking his time and enjoying impression 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 late and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her legs more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my typeface. I sat up, grabbed her around her tenuous shank, pulled her ass high into the air, and drove my hard cock deep into her lose, wet, whorish cunt, the entirely time picturing her boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and toilsome than I ever had before.

In the week to come Karen, my futurity married woman, would tell me about all the other affair that her boss had already done to her and the new things he would do as time progressed. With every few passing calendar week her knob pushed a piffling more than 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 caring and agreement. The whole time I loved the verbal description of every detail I could get and whenever she would not, or could not recount me about the bad affair he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely unfastened and reliable with me. With this I was able to get enough point to get a full picture of what he did and I worked at her to prevent her working there for him and not doing anything to stop him. She worked for him for another yr and a half.

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