Seduced By Her Husband's Bullying Boss

I can't help myself around my husband's bullying boss...whatever he wants from me, he takes. Then he demanded I take off my wet panties in the middle of a crowded dance floor when my husband was only a few feet away. I didn't expect him to show them to Todd and brag about what he planned to do to me! Why does the possibility of getting caught excite me so much?



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After my shower I'd slipped on a long, light blue summer dress decorated with large white flowers. It was going to be a hot day and I didn't plan on going anywhere, so I didn't bother with underwear. The feel of the warm air blowing under my dress was amazing. But instead of being calmed, I felt even more like laying on the bed and finishing what I'd started in the shower.



When the doorbell rang, I thought it was the delivery guy. I opened the door without looking and stepped back in surprise when I saw Jerry grinning at me.



"Is that how you treat your lover?" he asked. I backed up startled, my hand over my heart.



Jerry turned in a complete circle, checking to see if anyone was watching. "What will your neighbors say. A strange man is standing in front of Pamela's open door. I wonder who he is?'" Jerry mused.



"Please, come inside," I begged him. I couldn't afford a neighbor blabbing to my husband.



"Tell me what I can do to you, first," he said.



"Please, just come inside," I was in danger of becoming hysterical.



"Tell me first, and make it loud enough for me to hear," he insisted.



"You can do anything you want," I said.



"Louder, and who can I do anything to?" 



"You can do anything you want to me, just please come inside," I almost shouted. Jerry stepped through the door.



"Pretty dress - take it off," he said.



Why did his arrogance turn me on? Telling the entire neighborhood he could do anything he wanted to me had been exciting. Being ordered to get naked caused me to ache for him.



This time, we were in my sunlit kitchen. Our kitchen, mine and Todd's, but I was naked in front of another man. I felt like I should hide myself but I didn't do it. I wanted to be displayed for him. I could feel erotic spasms coming from the center of my body.



"There's something dripping down your thigh," Jerry said. Without thinking I bent to look, my large breasts almost hitting me in the face. He was right, a honey like liquid was running down my leg.



"Beg me to use you," he said. I wanted to refuse; how dare he ask me to beg him to treat me like a common whore would?



"Please use me, Jerry," I was a common whore.



He handled me like a doll, his large hands pushed on my shoulders and I fell to my knees. "First, use your mouth on me Pamela. Get me ready for you."



My hands trembled as I fumbled with his belt. The lump in his pants was large, and when I pulled his boxers down, he sprang up, almost striking me. I pulled back in surprise.



I held him, for the first time in my life I was holding a man who wasn't my husband. He was huge and uncircumcised, and too big around for my hand; my fingertips didn't reach my thumb. I was captivated by him.



I'd never seen a foreskin before and I wanted to explore. His testicles were large, together the size of an apple, and cleanly shaved. I licked them while I stroked him. I'd never used my tongue on my husband but it seemed so right with Jerry.



"Look up while you worship me," he ordered.



I looked up at him, enjoying the pleasure I saw on his face.