Sharing My Wife – Part 2

Mandy sucks and fucks her older boss Glenn in his office… much to my obscene delight! (The previous story Sharing my wife – Part 1)

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Glenn called out.

The door opened, and my wife Amanda stepped into her boss’ office. She was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse above an equally form-fitting black miniskirt that crawled dangerously up her thighs. Her long black hair was wound up neatly in a bun. A pair of glasses sat on the brim of her nose that gave her an exceptionally studious look. High black heels added a few inches to her height while her full lips seemed somehow even more luscious with the blood-red lipstick she wore.

Amanda was dressed much nicer than she needed to be for work.

“Ah, there you are, Amanda. Come in, I’ve been expecting you.” Glenn’s tone was a bit strained and there was an audible quiver in his voice.

Amanda beamed him a smile as she entered and closed the door behind her.

“Here is the report you requested, Mr. Talbot,” she said, waving a stack of papers at him. Amanda tried to keep a straight face as she spoke, and there was a trace of laughter in her voice.

Glenn’s office was spacious. He sat in a large black leather chair behind an enormous wooden desk that was littered with papers, pens, a laptop, and other office items. Behind him were large windows that provided a scenic view to mountains in the distance. Only higher-ups in Glenn and Amanda’s company were fortunate to have such a view from their office.

“Thank you for compiling those numbers, I truly appreciate it. If I may?”

Glenn held out his hand to take the report from Amanda. He couldn’t make eye contact with her as she handed the papers over, and he was sweating profusely. Glenn loosened his tie then squirmed in his chair as he made the pretense of reading over the report. My wife stood patiently before him, trying to hide her grin and stifle her laughter while keeping up the façade.

After a brief silence, Glenn said, “You know…these numbers…this report, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I feel as though you just threw everything together haphazardly and rushed through the work. I won’t be able to submit this information to the board members. I am not happy.” He looked up and finally made eye contact with my wife. “There will be consequences.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” Amanda apologized with obvious mock sincerity. “I’ll do a better job next time.”

“I’m afraid there won’t be a next time, my dear. I’m going to have to let you go. Please pack up your belongings and leave the premises immediately.”

“Oh please!” Amanda was giving him her best puppy dog eyes now. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to let you down. Please don’t fire me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” She paused and her voice dropped a bit. “Anything.”

Glenn shifted in his chair again. He was staring lecherously at my wife now, as he always did when he had the chance, licking his lips. “Well… you HAVE been a very hardworking, loyal employee for the past four years. I would genuinely hate to lose your services. Perhaps…perhaps we can figure something out… come to some sort of agreement. Have you make some kind of…reparations…for your shoddy work.”