The Boss's Wife

"So, tell us your name and one interesting thing about you."

I always hated the first day at new jobs. I hated ice breakers even more.

"Um, I'm Zach. I just moved back from Los Angeles. And one interesting thing about me? I'm a writer, I guess."

"A failed writer," quipped Bobby, the company's VP and the middle child of the construction company's founders. Bobby carried himself with the arrogance that could only be found in a man who had everything (including his career) handed to him on a silver platter.

A woman in an orange baseball cap, whose brunette ponytail poked out the back, lightly slapped Bobby on the arm.

"Stop," the woman said.

"Sorry, Zach," Bobby lied. "We like to make jokes around here."

The woman turned around and looked at me. She had striking hazel eyes accentuated by her mascara. Despite her casual attire, she was one of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen.

"I'm Vanessa, Bobby's wife. I help with administration."

Of course she was Bobby's wife. Beautiful women always went for rich assholes.

"I'll try to keep him in line," Vanessa said.

"And she will fail," Bobby retorted. "Alright, let's go around the room and everyone introduce themselves. Name, what you do, all that jazz."

Everyone told me their names and positions, which I promptly forgot. I couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa.

As the introductions continued, she slowly turned her body. She was wearing short athletic shorts, and I couldn't help but steal a few glances of her toned legs.

I couldn't be sure, but it appeared that she glanced at me a few times as well. Maybe I was creeping her out...

As the meeting came to a close, Bobby instructed me to get logged into my new email and the company software.

"Vanessa will come get you to pick out your company gear in a little bit," Bobby informed me.

The meeting dispersed, and I went back to my cubicle. I attempted to log into my email and the company software, but none of my passwords worked. I told my manager.

"Oh, my God. This always happens," my manager responded. "I'll call IT. Sit tight."

I was left to sit alone in my cubicle with nothing to do. I flipped through the employee handbook, got bored, pulled out my phone, and began to look at Instagram. After mindlessly scrolling for about 15 minutes, a voice startled me.

"Hey, are you ready?" Vanessa asked.

"Oh, sorry," I stammered.

I tried to quickly hide my phone.

"It's okay. I won't tell."

"Thank you."

Vanessa smiled.

"Follow me."

I followed Vanessa past a long row of cubicles, down a hallway, and to a door that appeared to lead to a storage closet. On the wall next to the door hung a nameplate that read "VANESSA MCCORMICK."

Vanessa opened the door. Inside was a windowless room full of piles of t-shirts, hoodies, jackets, and baseball hats. In the middle of the room was a desk with a computer on it. The walls were covered in pictures of her wedding day, of her sisters, of her parents, of her kids, and, of course, of Bobby.

"Sorry for how it looks. Bobby said that I had to take the storage closet since I was the newest member of the family."

"I like what you've done with it."

"Do you really? I tried to make it a little less drab."

Vanessa began to sort through the clothes.

"So, you can get one black t-shirt, one green t-shirt, a hoodie or a crew neck, and a jacket or a vest."

"I'll take a hoodie and a jacket. I'm a medium for all."

Vanessa stared me up and down for a second.

"The measurements are a little strange on these."

She picked up a roll of measuring tape from her desk.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"N-No," I stammered. "Of course not."

I found it odd that t-shirts would have nonstandard measurements, but I went along with it.

"Perfect!" Vanessa said. "Go ahead and hold your arms out."

I obliged.

She measured from the tip of my left middle finger to my left shoulder. I caught a whiff of her perfume. My mouth watered.

Vanessa then did the same to my right arm.

"Do you lift weights?" she asked.

"Sometimes."

"I can tell."

Was she flirting with me? No. She couldn't be.

Vanessa walked around to my back and measured my chest. Her breath was warm on my neck. I became instantly erect. It felt like my cock was about to burst through my khakis.

"There we go," Vanessa said.

I tried to adjust, re-arranging my erection to run down my left leg.

"Thank you," I responded as I prepared to rush out.

"Well hold on."

I desperately needed to go sit somewhere and calm down.

"It's just that-- Well, sometimes we give out winter pants," Vanessa said. "Usually, it's for the guys out in the field. But sometimes Bobby will make the office folks go out and observe a job site. If it's cold, you'll definitely want to have a pair of these."

"I see."

"Just two more measurements. Promise!"

Vanessa first measured my waist.

I tried to think of something - ANYTHING - to make my erection go away. But with her hands brushing against me, nothing worked. "Is it okay if I measure your inseam?"

"Um, yeah. I mean, of course!"

Vanessa crouched down and measured my right inseam.

I looked straight ahead at the wall and tried to control my breathing.

She then switched to my left leg.

I gulped.

As Vanessa measured, the back of her hand pushed up against my cock and held for several seconds. She then stood up, looked me in the eye, and bit her lip.

"All done," she said.

"Thank you."

I hurried out of the office, certain I would be getting fired on my first day.

Somehow, despite getting visibly erect in front of the boss's wife, I managed to not get fired.

One month in to the job, I was tasked with leading the reorganization of the company warehouse.

In the twenty years of the company's existence, they had never bothered to track inventory or designate bins to store their equipment and material. It was a complete and utter shitshow.

I worked with the shop superintendent, Eduardo, to implement something of a system. I designated spots for equipment, while he ordered his men to move the equipment around. Eduardo had the personality of a caffeinated toddler. He wore me out, but he was a good time.

One Friday afternoon, as we were organizing the detour signs, Vanessa and her son came in.

Eduardo saw the kid and yelled, "George!"

Eduardo loved kids because he was one. He held his arms out like Frankenstein and growled, slowly staggering after George.

George screamed and ran away.

"Hey, Vanessa," I said. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"I know. Bobby wants me to stay at home with the kids full time now, so that's what I'm doing!" she said with fake cheer.

"Oh. Is that what you want to be doing?"

"Well, when we first got married... It doesn't matter. It's going great!"

I didn't believe her.

Vanessa ran her hand over the McCormick and Sons logo on my left breast.

"The jacket looks good on you."

I instantly got erect. What sort of sorcery did this woman possess where she could get me hard with just a touch?

"You really think so?"

"Mhmm."

"You know, my winter pants never came."

"About those..."

Vanessa grabbed my cock over my pants and leaned into me.

"There are no winter pants," she said.

Vanessa kissed me, then pulled away.

I pulled her back in, pushed my cock against her, and kissed her. Our tongues rubbed against each other.

Vanessa pulled away again.

"Bobby is out of town this weekend. The kids are staying at their grandparents' house. Let's get dinner."

"Is that a good idea?"

"It's a great idea."

"But I don't have your number."

"I have yours. Watch for my text."

Vanessa turned and walked away.

"Come on, George," she called.

George rounded the corner with Eduardo in quick pursuit.

I tucked my erection into my waistband and tried to refocus organizing detour signs.

The next night, I reserved a corner booth at a local bistro as Vanessa had instructed me to.

Although I tended to keep things casual, tonight I dressed up a little. Oxford shirt, brown suede shoes, Polo Black cologne, even some pomade in my hair.

Vanessa was running 15 minutes late. I was beginning to think that she wasn't going to show. Maybe Bobby found out about us. Not only would the affair be over before it started, but I would almost certainly be out of a job and having to deal with a cuckolded heavily armed rich boy.

Just as panic began to set in, I received a text message from Vanessa: "Sorry! Parking now."

I looked towards the door, hoping to catch Vanessa's eye. There she was! And my God, what a sight.

She wore a short black dress, and her long brown hair ran down almost the entirety of her back. Vanessa always looked beautiful, but she was usually wearing a sweatshirt and baseball cap. This was something else entirely.

Vanessa caught my eye and walked back towards the booth. I got out and hugged her.

"You look great," I said.

"So do you," she responded.

She buried her nose in my chest.

"And you smell even better."

We kissed.

Vanessa slid onto my side of the booth, next to the wall. I slid in next to her. I looked around the restaurant at all of the full tables.

"This place is pretty packed," I said.

"It's really popular," she responded.

"Aren't you afraid someone will see us?"

"The risk is part of the fun."

Vanessa ran her hand up and down my inner thigh until I got erect.

"Do you mind if we just do appetizers and drinks?" she asked.

"That's fine," I responded.

"Good. I want to save my appetite."

Vanessa grabbed my cock above my pants. The waiter arrived. Vanessa didn't move her hand.

We ordered bruschetta. Vanessa ordered a pink Paloma. I ordered an Old Fashioned.

We talked about my time in LA. About my experience working in daytime television. About my struggles to sell a movie script. About the traffic. The crowdedness. The loneliness.

Vanessa told me about her marriage to Bobby. About how they met in college. About how Bobby originally worshipped her. How he treated her like a queen. How he spoiled her with lavish gifts. And how that all changed once they got married. Now he treated her like he owned her. To him, she was no different than one of his golf clubs or cars. And the only time he wanted to have sex with her anymore was to make him another heir. She was also pretty sure that he had cheated on her multiple times.

Vanessa drained her Paloma as I nursed my Old Fashioned.

She rubbed my still semi-erect cock under the table. It was quickly throbbing. I looked at her. She held her finger up to her mouth to shush me. She then undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and began to stroke my cock. At first she was slow, feeling every inch. She then began to speed up. She rubbed her thumb on the back of my head, her nail rubbing the tip of my cock.

I must have groaned, because leaned into my ear and whispered, "Shhhh."

She then squeezed my cock and began to jerk me rapidly. Pre-cum began to form. Vanessa took her finger, wiped it off, and licked it.

"Thanks for the appetizers," she said.

Vanessa slid over top of me.

"The Remington Hotel in Old Town," she said "I'll leave a key for you at the front desk."

Vanessa walked off towards the exit. I zipped my pants up and flagged down the waiter.

I arrived at the Remington Hotel - an early 20th century building that had recently been remodeled to have 21st century features and amenities.

I walked to the front desk, not exactly sure of what I was supposed to do.

"Hi," I said to the attendant. "I'm meeting someone here. They said they'd leave a key for me."

"Your name?"

"Zach Bradford."

"Ah, yes. Mr. Bradford."

The front desk attendant slid a key to me.

"Room 623."

I made my way to the elevators and rode to the sixth floor. I wound my way through the halls until I reached room 623. I hesitated, then knocked.

"Open it," Vanessa said from inside the room.

I inserted the key card and walked into the room. Vanessa lay on the bed in black lingerie.

"Hey, tiger."

Vanessa got off the bed and strode towards me. I held my arms open. She leapt into me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. We kissed hard, our faces mashed together, our tongues lolling into each other's mouths.

This was the first time we were truly alone, and we were holding nothing back.

I carried Vanessa to the bed, and we fell onto it sideways. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me. I pushed my pelvis into her, so that she could feel how hard I was. She rolled on top of me, and we kissed more. She ran her hands through my hair. I pulled her lingerie aside and put two fingers inside of her.

"Fuck," she moaned into my right ear.

As I fingered her wet pussy, she lightly bit the base of my neck. She then sat up and ripped my shirt open. She ran her nails from the top of my chest to my waistline. I grabbed her waist and dry humped her from below.

Vanessa undid my belt and unzipped my pants as I kicked my shoes off. She jumped off me and pulled pants off, then my briefs. I used my feet to remove my socks.

Vanessa took my cock, kissed the tip, and then placed the entire head in her mouth. She then took the entirety of my cock down her throat, pushing her face towards my stomach, and slightly gagged. I lightly pulled her hair out of her face and slowly guided her head up and down on my cock. I soon had to stop her because if she continued, I was going to explode before we fucked.

I stood up and lightly pushed Vanessa back onto the bed. I lay on top of her and kissed her on the lips several times, then moved down to her neck, then to her nipples, then down her stomach, tp to her inner thighs, and finally to her pussy. As I licked her, she moaned and grabbed my hair.

I then worked my way back up and kissed Vanessa on the lips again. She wrapped her legs around me, we rolled back over, and she mounted me.

Vanessa moaned as my cock slid into her. She grinded back and forth on me as I grabbed her hips to keep her stable. She dug her nails into my chest. It hurt so good.

"Fuck," she moaned through gritted teeth.

I pulled her face down towards mine, and we kissed. I then wrapped my arms around her torso and fucked her from below. She moaned into my mouth until she could no longer hold the kiss.

"Oh, my God! Zach! Oh!"

I then flipped Vanessa over onto all fours, stuck my cock in her from behind, and began to fuck her doggystyle. At first, I took it slow. She moaned every time her ass pressed up against me. I then sped up. Faster. Faster. Faster. Soon, I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.

"Fuck! Zach! Fuck!"

Vanessa clenched the bedsheets, her toes curling. I exploded inside of her, unable to hold on any longer. I let out a guttural moan. I kissed her on her back and collapsed next to her.

We embraced, our sweaty foreheads touching, our naked bodies gasping for air, and just lay in post-orgasmic ecstasy.

"Are you single, Zach?"

I was in Bobby's office, presenting our inventory data for the quarter. The company had gone from having no inventory system to having every traffic cone, sign, and sandbag tracked. This new system would help save the company hundreds of thousands, if not over a million dollars a year.

But Bobby could never stay focused.

"I am," I responded.

I hated talking about my personal life with Bobby. I wanted him to know as little about me as possible. I especially didn't want him to know that I was regularly meeting up with his wife at hotels around town to fuck her brains out.

"Really? A young handsome guy like you like you is single?"

"I've gone on some dates but nothing has stuck."

"I bet you're using those apps for hookups. You dirty dog," Bobby said with a laugh. "Listen, Vanessa's sister is coming into town. She's single. Very pretty. But a little dumb. She drove all the way here with her tire pressure light on. Can you believe that? Anyways, we're having a nice dinner Saturday night, and I want you to come."

"I don't know, Bobby..."

"Come on, it will be fun. I'll be grilling up some ribeyes that I got from a rancher who owed me a favor. The kids won't be there. Vanessa's making red velvet cake. She used to make a really good one, but she's gotten sloppy in the kitchen. Don't tell her I said that. If nothing else, you'll have some good steak with some good wine."

He finally wore me down, and I agreed.

I was unsure of how Vanessa and I would handle ourselves in front of Bobby, especially after a few drinks. But what choice did I have?

We were finishing up our last bites of steak, baked potato, and asparagus.

Vanessa's sister was very nice and pretty, but I was not interested at all. All I wanted was Vanessa.

Bobby was regaling us with a tale from one of his "boys' trips" to South Beach.

"That place is nothing like here. The women, Zach. Oh, my God. The women."

Vanessa leaned back in her chair. She was staring laser beams through Bobby. He didn't notice.

"All of the women down there wear these g-string bikinis. They look like dental floss, bro. And their tits!"

Vanessa dropped her fork on her plate with a clang.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah, hon?" Bobby asked without looking at her.

"Would you help me in the kitchen with the cake?" Vanessa asked.

Bobby huffed and turned to her.

"I'm in the middle of a story, babe. Besides, isn't that your job?"

"I made the cake. You can at least help me serve it."

Bobby scoffed.

"Oh, you made the cake? I work 60 hours a week and paid for the roof over your head along with everything underneath it. Maybe you can both make and serve the cake. 'Kay hon?"

Vanessa pushed away from the table and stormed to the kitchen.

I pushed away from the table as well.

"I'll help," I said.

"Oh, what a gentleman," Bobby snarked. "Don't let women use you as a doormat, Zach."

When I walked into the kitchen, Vanessa was standing at the sink and looking out the window, her body tensed up.

"Hey," I said as I put my hands on her waist and my chin on her shoulder.

Vanessa placed her hands on mine and continued looking out the window.

"I'm going to kill him," she said.

"You can't do that."

"Zach. I'm serious. I'm going to kill him. I can't take this anymore."

"You're going to have to figure out another way to get back at him."

Vanessa thought for a beat.

"You're right," she said.

She pushed her ass back against my cock.

"Fuck me."

"What?" I sputtered.

She began to grind her ass back and forth on my cock.

"I said fuck me."

"Are you nuts? Bobby and your sister are right in there!"

Vanessa pulled up her sundress over her ass, showing that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Do it."

"Vanessa..."

Vanessa reached back, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my pants.

"Come on. Do it."

"This is stupid."

"Do. It."

I had never heard Vanessa be this demanding, and I was starting to get irritated.

"Fine," I growled.

I took my cock and jammed it in inside of her.

She gasped.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she moaned.

I began to fuck her from behind, her ass cheeks clapping against my torso. She started to moan even louder.

Robert and Vanessa's sister would almost certainly hear us, but I had quit caring. I fucked her even harder.

"Oh, Zach!"

I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her face up towards the ceiling. "

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes!"

How wrong this was only turned me on more, and I knew that I was going to cum soon. I started to fuck Vanessa as hard as I could. She was practically screaming.

I then came. But I wasn't done. With each thrust I came even more.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Bobby had walked into the kitchen and snuck up behind us with his phone recording. But I didn't stop. Vanessa kept moaning. She didn't want me to stop.

"Stop fucking my wife!" Bobby shouted.

He leapt towards me.

I pulled out of Vanessa and fell down. I wrangled around on the floor, trying to pull my pants up.

Bobby kicked me in the ribs and stomach before I was able to get my pants on. He then jumped on me and tried to pin me to the floor. I wriggled out of his grasp and beelined for the front door.

I sprinted to my car, jumped in, and sped off.

After the dinner party, I was quickly fired. It was a simple text, telling me to never show my face around the office again. They didn't have to tell me twice.

I immediately began applying to new jobs, but I was struggling to get one. Most businesses wanted to know why my most recent employment had been so short. I couldn't tell them that the boss caught me fucking his wife in his kitchen, so I just told them that I wasn't a good fit. They also wanted to know if they could call my last employer for a reference. I didn't think that was a good idea either.

One evening, I was submitting applications in my living room, when a white Tesla pulled into my driveway. I immediately recognized it as Bobby's.

Bobby and his brothers had stopped by several times to threaten me after the dinner party, but it had been weeks since they last did that.

I walked to the window and looked out. Vanessa got out of the car. I opened the front door and walked out towards her.

"Look what I got," she sang.

"Bobby's car?"

"It's not Bobby's anymore."

"But how did you..."

Vanessa put her index finger up to my lips.

"I don't want to talk about Bobby."

Vanessa held the keys out.

"You drive."

I drove out into the rolling countryside outside of town. Vanessa sat in the passenger seat, her body turned towards me as she looked up at my face. Apart from the occasional semi and farm truck, we were all alone.

"Ready?" Vanessa asked.

"Ready," I responded.

I put the car into autopilot. I then pushed my seat back.

Vanessa began to rub my cock. She then unzipped my pants and put my cock in her mouth. I grabbed her hair, leaned back, and looked up at the stars.

Vanessa then sat up, crawled into my lap, and mounted me. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed as she grinded on me, while the car chauffeured us through the countryside.

My boss may have fired me, but I got his wife.