I Have a Hobby
I have a hobby. I am a 33 year old woman with a figure 38DD – 24 – 36 with long auburn hair and long legs with a height of 5′ 10″. I get a lot of looks shall we say.
My hobby? I am slowly reducing my husband to a slave while I constantly and secretly screw around behind his back. My chief amusement right now is to flirt with his boss, my most frequent lover, and I mean flirt outrageously when the three of us are together then get mad at my husband when he complains. I enjoy how Jim, his boss, comes on to me when Howard, my hubby, is right there.
Another amusement is making out with Jim in a restaurant or bar while Howard is in the Men’s room. Everyone knows what’s going on but no one tells him. They just look at him and smile – you know the kind of smile.
Jim has been fucking me since, literally, the day of Howard’s interview. Jim wasn’t going to give Howard the job until he laid his eyes on me. When he did, it was obvious he wanted me and he sent Howard to do some tests down the hall. As soon as Howard was out of sight he brought me into his office and closed the door. Without a word he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. His hands drifted over my body to my ass, kissing me hard, holding my completely against him with my breasts almost crushed against his chest.
“I’m hiring your husband because I want to fuck you. And I mean fuck you a LOT! Open your blouse I want to see those tits!”
I did as he said, suddenly wet and ready. His hands rubbed my augmented breasts then his lips came to them, roughly stimulating the nipples to full erection. “Oh!” I moaned “Won’t your secretary know!”
“Of course she’ll know, that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”
His left hand came under my skirt as he sucked my nipples, his fingers pushing aside the little G string and entering me immediately and deeply.
“I love the idea of fucking you while your husband is jumping through hoops down the hall! In fact I’m going to buy us some time.”
He picked up his desk phone and his secretary answered. “Call down to personnel and tell them to give Howard the full battery of tests and then take him on a long tour of the plant. I want some quality time with his hot wife, got it? And, by the way, let them in personnel know what’s really going on here. They’ll enjoy knowing that while they interview and test him.!”
The whole time he was speaking to the secretary he was forcefully finger fucking me with one hand then slipping it out to put my juice on my tits then licking it off. His words made me unbelievably hot.
I realized I had found the perfect accomplice both in sex and in the destruction of my husband. And he would be Howard’s boss!
Bending me over his desk he made me orgasm over and over, telling me I was his bitch and I had better get used to doing what he said.
I wanted nothing more than that, my wicked mind already planning our next steps.
Before I go further, I want you to know where we are going with this. I am a real life, hot, beautiful, sexy wife with very expensive tastes and with $10,000.00 breasts. These are real life segments of a long journey into my own sexuality and the great arousal it gives me to slowly, slowly put my husband into the position of lowly servant and fulfiller of my and my lovers’ every wish. Why?
Simply because I CAN! Because he is weak and I am strong and I enjoy each step, each small humiliation, each sexual adventure that he doesn’t know about and yet suspects. I have taught him a few rules by which he must live, on pain of my leaving him, permanently:
1. He must devote his life to me and to my pleasure.
2. His humiliation IS my greatest pleasure.
3. He must be always and instantly obedieint, no matter what I tell him to do.
4. If he pleases me enough I allow him to pleasure himself afterwards.
Even putting the story here for all the readers to read is a part of that humiliation, that subjugation of Howard. These stories are illustrated and once I figure out how to post photos I’ll add them.