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Trophy Wife Has Sex With Husband's Boss At Christmas Party

A trophy wife cuckolds her husband ... with her husband's boss. Is she naughty? Vote after reading.

My husband, Bob, had allowed his boss, David, to flirt and make passes at me whenever I came around the office or to work functions. Bob said it was harmless and it could only serve to get him promotions, but I begged Bob to put a stop to it.

I told him, “Look Bob, your boss is starting to get too bold with his groping. At the banquet dinner he came up behind me and squeezed my tits through my party dress. Then he took my hand and put on his cock!”

But my husband only laughed. “Did you need a pair of tweezers to find it?” he asked.

“No! As a matter a fact I didn’t,” I replied. “Your boss’s dick is really large.”

He laughed, but he shouldn’t have, because David ended up nailing my drunken ass at the Christmas party. Here’s how it happened:

For the Christmas party, David rented out a section in this swanky nightclub. It was dinner and drinks, with dancing afterwards. As soon as Bob and I walked in, David grabbed his crotch and winked at me. I knew the bastard was gonna fuck me, just like he’d promised, but Bob didn’t bat an eye.

I should say a little about myself. I’m 28, caucasian with medium length blonde hair, green eyes, an oval-shaped face, and pouty red lips. I always wear red lipstick and I keep a nice tan. I have nice tits, (34c), but where I differ from most of my trophy-wife peers is my ASS! It’s really big and really round!

Bob made me wear this short red party dress he had bought for me. The truth was that my butt was just too damn big for it! Any kind of twirl would almost certainly expose my full ass, but Bob insisted I wear it.

“OK, fuck it,” I told him. “But you’ll be sorry.”

I even threw on a black spaghetti strap thong, which I ordinarily wouldn’t dare wear with a dress like that, but Bob was driving me crazy. I didn’t even make it through diner. David had “shot girls” pouring everyone shots of tequila. When I got up to use the ladies room, he followed me.

I came out of the bathroom and he was standing there clutching his hard-on through his suit. I was drunk, practically spinning, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. A big bouncer led the way to a backroom for us. I remember seeing David give the guy money and hearing the door close.

Seconds later, David took out his ridiculously fat cock, and I soon found myself choking on it. When he finally penetrated me from behind, all he had to do was pull up that short dress Bob made me wear and let me have it! David hammered the hell out of my soaking wet pussy.

While we were going at it, Bob walked in on us. Apparently, he had tipped the bouncer to gain access. His mouth dropped when he saw how hard his boss was fucking his drunk little trophy wife. David just looked up at him and said, “Sorry, buddy. I just got too,” and kept pounding away at my pussy.

Bob left and David made me ride his fat cock a while longer before dropping the biggest load I had ever felt inside me. In the car on the way home, with David’s cum still running down my leg, all I said to Bob was, “It’s your fault.”