I worked as an outside salesman and had a boss who thought he was a lady's man. He was handsome and a charmer. He would always tell the person he spoke with what they wanted to hear.
He would invite Sally and me to his house for dinner frequently. His wife, Mary, was an excellent cook and hostess. When we went to their house, there was always plenty of food, liquor, and conversation. It was a good time for both of us.
Sally and I lived about sixty miles from Bob and Mary, so rather than drive home under the influence, we would spend the night at their home. For us, poor kids in our youth, the house was palatial. It was on a wooded lot in an exclusive development. It had four bedrooms, three baths, a game and entertainment room in the basement. They had a heatedpool out back.
I thought we were invited because I was such a hard worker and a successful salesman. Bob was paid based on my sales. The dinners were a reward for that effort. I did, however, have a beautiful wife. She had a model's figure and a very pretty face. Perhaps, my wife, Sally, was the real reason we were invited.
Sally encouraged me to accept this invitation. She wanted to impress the boss. She said she had a new black dress she wanted to wear. The black dress had spaghetti straps and was very short but stylish. I hoped that she wore underpants; she didn't always.
On the night I became a cuckold, we arrived for dinner at five thirty PM. It was cocktail time and I did not hesitate to accept more than one very stiff drink that Bob made for me.
Dinner was a fondue with juicy steak cut into bite-size pieces. We each had tongs to hold the meat in the deep fat. I accidentally lost a piece. Mary quickly said, "If you drop the meat in the fondue, you have to kiss the person on your left." She was on my left. I looked at Bob to see if it was OK. He barely nodded, which I took as go-ahead. When I kissed her, Mary kissed back with her tongue. The touching tongues sent a jolt down my body clear to my crotch.
After dinner, we went down to the game room where we talked and played pool. Mary wanted to dance so she put on some slow dancing tunes. She snuggled close to me with her breasts tight against my chest. Occasionally, she pushed her pubic area into my leg. I had a hard-on that she could feel every time she did it.
Around eleven, everything slowed down and Mary announced she was going to bed. A few minutes later, Bob went aggressively up the stairs too. Sally and I heard him yelling at Mary and then hitting her. We were embarrassed and wondering what we should do when Bob returned. According to him, "it was nothing."
With all the drink and partying, I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Sally said she wasn't that tired and she wanted to stay awhile. She and Bob were having a fun conversation. I went up to the bedroom and thought about seeing if Mary was alright, but decided it was not my place to interfere.
Sally tells us what happened when she was alone with Bob.
When Jimmy finally left us alone, I considered whether I wanted to have sex with Bob. It was obviously an option, because of the way he was treating me. Screwing Bob might do Jim some good with the company, but this was more about Bob's ego and my desire to have a fling with the boss. I had not had sex with anyone except Jim since he and I were married. My worrying all went aside because Bob overwhelmed me.
He had me come over to the couch where he had been sitting. Sitting beside him wasn't enough; he wanted me on his lap. What if Jim comes back down I worried. It didn't matter to Bob; he had me on his lap in a flash. My butt slid to the cushions and my legs were in his lap. In seconds he had his hand up my short dress.