Blackmailed Wife and Boss (wife,boss,blackmail)

Blackmailed Wife and Boss

I work as a comptroller at a small manufacturing
company. I had started in the accounting department,
and, over a period of five years I moved up in the dept.
to my current position. However, in spite of increases
in salary, I was consistently spending more that my
income. A lot of this was attributed to my wife's
spending habits, but I was partly to blame, as we
enjoyed a comfortable life style.

Nevertheless, we probably could have managed if it were
not for my wife's lavish expenditures on clothes. Sharon
certainly dressed well, from the bottom up, expensive
lacy lingerie, the latest style in dresses, jackets,
shoes, etc. She did have good taste; she was a striking
woman to begin with, and the clothes she wore
complimented her beautiful figure. Her tall figure, her
attractive face, her firm breasts, a slim waist blending
into full rounded hips and ass, and long lovely legs
which she showed off to advantage, turned the heads of
many men.

I know she enjoyed the attention she received, and she
was well aware of the effect that she had on the men
that she would come in intact with, but she was modest,
and never indulged in anything more then harmless

Sharon never had love affairs before we were married,
and she was very circumspect after we were married. She
was never unfaithful, so I never complained about the
attention she received from other men, or the amount of
leg that she showed. There were several times when she
had to repel the advances of some man who was attracted
to her, and who wanted to carry the relationship beyond
a social one. She let them down gently, but made it
clear that she did not stray in her marriage.

My boss Steve, who had a reputation as being a
womanizer, had attempted on more that one occasion to
add her to his list of conquests, but was gently but
firmly rebuffed in his attempts to seduce her. By
hearsay, not many women refused his advances, and that
was understandable, as he was an attractive man, and in
addition had a lot of clout as the firm's owner.

There were rumors to the effect that he had used
coercion on some female members of the firm, as well as
the wives of employees. There were also rumors that he
sported a cock of considerable proportions. In any
event, I think that he was frustrated be his inability
to add my wife to his list of conquests. It was only
recently that at an office party, Steve had asked my
wife to dance, and during the dance, was trying to hold
her too close, and also made known that he found her
irresistible, and wanted to arrange a rendezvous. Sharon
became angry with him and refused, but Steve said that
this might change.

On the way home, Sharon told me what had transpired, and
said that she was tired of his advances, and this time
she had told him off. Well. I said, "Don't make him too
angry; remember that I work for him, just try to be nice
to him.

"What do you mean be nice to him? Do you want me to fuck

"Absolutely not," I said. "Just try don't piss him off."

"Alright, but I don't want him pawing me."

Once again we had another discussion regarding all of
our money that she was spending on clothes. I told her
that I just couldn't keep up with her expenditures-that
we were maxed out on all our charge cards, plus
financing our trips, the mortgage, car payments, loans,
etc. She said that she would try to do better.

What I did not tell her -- was what I had done to try to
keep us financially afloat. As comptroller of our
company, I had access to a lot of cash, including a
large slush fund, and I had steadily and consistently
taken monies out to cover some of our debts. I had
shifted money around to cover this, and I intended to
pay it back before an audit caught the shortfall. It was
a major worry for me, and I was in constant fear of
discovery. I had already begun to pay money on our
charge cards, and on our loans, but we had to be more

Anyway, an invitation arrived from my boss Steve,
inviting Sharon and I to join Steve and his wife Ann for
dinner at their place on Sat. My wife did not want to
go, but I said that we had to go, as this was part of
the job. She was very sulky about this right up to Sat.

On Sat. we bathed and began to get ready for dinner. I
always enjoyed watching my wife get dressed, as she did
now, beginning with her sheer stockings attached to a
lacy garter belt, then adding on sheer white panties
with flared legs, followed by a matching bra, and a
lovely white half slip. She did her face and then was
about to put on a black dress, at which point I was
aroused and attempted to embrace her. I wanted her and
there was still time, but she rebuffed me, saying, "I am
not going to get messed up before we leave, so you will
have to wait till we get back from dinner."

We arrived at their spacious home, and were ushered into
their large living room where we had cocktails, Steve
making sure that our glasses remained full. Finally Ann
announced dinner, which was very enjoyable, and served
with wines. After dinner we adjourned to the living room
where Steve had set up a table for bridge. We began to
play and more drinks were served, to the point where
Sharon and I were feeling no pain, but Steve persisted
in seeing that our glasses were full.

At one point Sharon was wiggling around and looked
flushed, and I wondered what was wrong with her. Well, I
didn't have to wonder very long, for when I bent over to
retrieve a card that had fallen, I saw that Steve had a
hand on my wife's leg, attempting to push up her dress.
I was shocked and gulped my drink. Ann seemed oblivious
as to what Steve was attempting, even though Sharon was
still flushed and moving her hand down to stop Steve.

Well, finally the came was over and we got comfortable,
me in an armchair, and Sharon and Ann on the sofa. Soon
Ann said that she was tired and said goodnight and left.
Then I said that we should be going, but Steve would not
hear of it, and added to our drinks. My wife looked at
me and gave a sign about leaving. The drinks finally got
to me, and I fell asleep in my chair.

Soon I was awakened by my wife saying, "No! No!" and
calling my name. As I opened my eyes I saw Steve on the
couch by my wife, and he was tugging up her dress to her
stocking tops, even exposing her naked thighs and garter
straps. She was struggling with him, trying to pull her
dress down and.

I said, "Steve, leave her alone."

Steve just smiled and said, "Well, we are just going to
have a little talk."

"First of all, I know that for some time you have been
embezzling money from my company."

The blood drained from my face.

Steve continued; "Since I have discovered this some time
ago, I have been documenting your theft, and I have some
pretty good numbers on the amount of money missing.
Sharon looked at me aghast and said" is it true?" She
could tell by my expression that is was true. Then Steve
said, "You are either going to jail, or we are going to
reach some accommodation."

I said, "What do you mean?" I was really shaking. The
thought of legal action and then jail had me terrified.

Steve smiled as he continued; "First of all, we will
need you to sign a repayment plan, and secondly, I am
going to need some co-operation from your wife."

I was shocked-we both knew what he meant. I looked at
Sharon, and our eyes locked. She exclaimed-"Oh no, I
won't do that. I can't give myself to him." She was
trembling, and

Then Steve said, "It's up to you two, but I'm not going
to wait very long for your decision."

My wife looked at me again and I said, "I don't know
what to say, I don't want that, but I don't want to go
to jail."

Then Steve said to me, "Why don't you pick up the bottle
and take it into the den."

I just stood there a moment-then I picked up the bottle.
As I did that Sharon said, "You would give your own

I didn't say anything, and looking at her I saw tears in
her eyes. Finally I said, "I'm sorry Sharon."

She became angry at me for putting her in this position,
and she said I would be sorry. I replied that her
spending habits were much of the problem. Then, as I
started to leave the room with the bottle my wife said
to Steve-"If I am forced to do this, then I want you to
make him watch what we do-it will serve him right since
I don't have much choice. He is not going to get out of
this that easy. If I am going to be humiliated like
this, he needs to suffer also."

Steve smiled, enjoying this dialogue, and knowing he was
winning said, "Yes, you stay and watch-I think that I
will enjoy your presence, observing what your actions
have caused. That will be a real high for me."

"Lets begin," said Steve, and he asked my wife to stand
up, and after she did he told her to lift her skirt. She
hesitated, and then she raised her skirt, and Steve
said, "And your slip also."

Sharon complied, exposing her legs above her stocking

Then Steve said, "Higher."

She raised them up higher till her sheer lacy panties
were exposed, and then he again said "higher," and again
she complied, pulling up her dress and slip to the top
of her panties, her face getting red as she exposed
herself to him.

Then Steve said, "Turn around-slowly." And she did just
that, still holding her skirt and slip high, her lovely
legs and hips displayed to his gaze-his now very
appreciative gaze as he looked at the erotic picture of
my now compliant wife, blushing as he looked at her.

"Now," said Steve, "take off your dress, slowly," and
again my wife complied, pulling down the zipper on her
dress, then pulling her dress down and off. Then Steve
said "and now your bra."

Sharon hesitated, and Steve repeated the order, and
finally my wife undid her bra and removed it, exposing
her beautiful firm breasts, her face red with
embarrassment while Steve looked admiringly at her
breasts, enjoying her discomfort.

At that moment, his wife Ann appeared at my side.
Apparently she had been watching the scene from behind
me. I said, "Ann, can't you make him stop!"

Ann said, "No, you two caused the problem, and you're
going to have to live with the consequences."

I said, "What about watching your husband doing this?"

Ann said, "I can't control my husband, and besides, I
rather enjoy the plight of couples who have to pay up
when they do something wrong."

I said, "So you've watched this kind of thing before?"

Ann said, "Yes, I get a thrill when Steve dominates
another couple, and thoroughly fucks the wife." I knew
then that there was no way to stop this.

Steve was smiling as he looked at me, "I think you need
to participate more, and so I would like you to take her
panties off and hand them to me."

I didn't move till he repeated his order in no uncertain
terms, and so I moved up to my wife, and after she had
raised her slip up to her waist at Steve's command, I
started sliding her sheer panties down over her hips and
ass, down her lovely legs to her ankles, taking her
panties off with her shoes, and then handing them to
Steve. I was humiliated, and so was Sharon, while Steve
just looked on with amusement, enjoying our discomfort,
and the erotic display of my wife.

After he sent me back to stand by Ann, who was also
enjoying the scene and our humiliation, Steve ordered my
wife to take off her slip, which she did, now standing
only in her lacy garter belt, and her sheer stockings.

My wife was by turns tearful and angry, but it was clear
that she had surrendered, and when Steve ordered her to
lie down on the huge sofa, she complied, but she looked
at me, her face tearful at first, and then challenging,
as she said, "You still can stop this." But when I
looked away and said nothing, she just said, "Alright,
I'll let him fuck me, and you'll be sorry. I hope you
enjoy watching your own wife get fucked by your boss,"
she said, angry now ."I can't believe you're allowing
this to happen to your own wife."

Steve was enjoying my humiliation and my wife's
surrender, gazing at her breasts and her lovely hips and

At this point Steve undressed completely, and when he
removed his shorts, a very large and thick cock was
exposed, almost fully erect. My wife's eyes widened and
she gasped when she saw this, saying "Oh God, no," and
Steve laughed, "Oh God yes." He then moved down beside
her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking
her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her
legs, my wife at first rigid, and then, against her
will, her body responding to his caresses.

He continued stroking her, now her inner thighs to her
cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there,
whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her
cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away
when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her
lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her
breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, my wife
gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing here till
she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her
resistance and her obvious intention of not responding
to him.

He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body,
gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her
cunt pulling open, my wife was trembling, whimpering
now, her body flushed as against her will she was
responding to him. Soon it was clear that she was
helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure
against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms
falling to her sides. The picture that she was
presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her
legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening some,
compliant now, moaning as he stroked her.

Steve felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness
now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and
thighs, encased in her sheer nylons, so that we had a
clear view as he raised up, mounting her and directing
his cock against the wet swollen lips of her cunt. We
could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of
her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock.

Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to
push with a steady pressure as my wife's whimpers
changing to groaning as she felt herself beginning to
stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless
cunt. He continued the relentless pressure, stretching
her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from my wife,
the head of his cock entered her.

Slowly he began to push further into my helpless wife,
and we could now see her cunt stretched tightly around
his cock, Steve moving in and out with short strokes,
wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper
with each stroke, my wife wide eyed and moaning with
this invasion.

Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on
his cock. Then my wife cried out and her body began
jerking, and her lovely nylon clad legs clamped over his
thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful
orgasm, which took her completely by surprise. I
couldn't believe that she had responded in this manner
so quickly.

Gradually she relaxed, and at that point Steve began a
slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her
juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock
was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time
with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of
his thrusts, my wife jerking with each thrust as now her
body began to respond.

She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Steve moved
her closer and closer to a climax. Finally, with a
shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her-crying out again and
again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body
jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment,
Steve's own climax began, as groaning, he erupted into
her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting
into my wife, draining his cock into her, as Ann gripped
my arm, her eyes wide with excitement.

Well, she said, "How did you like seeing your wife get
thoroughly fucked? She really seemed to enjoy it, and I
bet you will remember this for a long time."

Finally it was over, and I could not believe the way she
had responded to his thorough fucking. She was tearful,
now lying spread-eagled, her cunt gaping open, their
juices visible. I was not aroused, watching her being
taken by this stud. I was just humiliated, especially
when she had never responded to my lovemaking in this

Then my wife slowly got dressed as did Steve, and I
said, "We are leaving," taking my wife's arm.

Then Steve said, "Oh, one more thing, your wife is 25%
of the way to clearing you."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

And Steve said that meant that my wife was going to
entertain him 3 more time before I was all cleared up. I
told him to go fuck himself and then we left.


The discussion on the way home was spirited after I
noted how much she enjoyed getting fucked by him. She
was angry then, and said she couldn't help it, and then
she said it served me right, and she hoped that I had
enjoyed watching her submission.

"Did you enjoy watching another man's cock thrusting
into your wife, and emptying his cock into her, and
tonight you can be second. Since it is still wet and
loose, you won't have any trouble getting in." Then she
said, "Yes, I did enjoy being taken like that, being
forced to do it because of you. And yes, I will fuck
him 3 more times, and I think I'll enjoy it."

I was angry and said nothing more.


Well, it did happen, and each time Steve called and said
where and when I was to take my wife. The first time it
was at his house, and I had to sit with Ann till he was
through with her, hearing her cry out as he fucked her.
Ann enjoyed listening to her husband servicing my wife.

The second time he told me to bring her to his office,
and I was told to wait outside. However, I quietly
opened the door to observe them. Steve had my wife bent
over the desk with her dress and slip around her waist,
her sheer lacy white panties pulled down over her garter
belt and sheer stockings to her thighs, which were
spread for his entry.

It was incredibly erotic seeing her like that, more so
than if she was naked. His trousers and shorts were at
his ankles, and his thick cock was fully erect as he
brought it to the entrance of her wet cunt, holding the
lips of her cunt open with his thumbs as he began
pushing into her. She cried out again as he stretched
her and entered her. Then he gripped her hips as he
penetrated her, deeper and deeper, till he was fully in
her, my wife crying out, and then groaning as he thrust
into her powerfully.

Finally she cried out as she shuddered, her orgasms
shaking her-then Steve groaned as he erupted into my
wife. She began sobbing at her submission to him, being
taken like that, helpless as her body responded to him.
For the first time, I found to my consternation that I
was aroused and became fully erect watching him taking
her, and thoroughly fucking her as she was bent over his
desk. I found out later that other women in the office
were aware of what happened, and were thrilled knowing
my wife was being fucked by Steve.

The third and last time was at our home, Steve taking my
wife to our bedroom, and I again observed them as once
more he fucked her to orgasm, fucking her powerfully,
the noise of their coupling arousing me again.

After he left I entered the bedroom where my wife was
still on her back with her legs spread. I undressed and
quickly entered her, her cunt very loose and wet. I came
almost immediately to my wife's amusement, as she now
knew that I was very aroused seeing her being fucked by
this stud.

The other thing was that she refused to take any
precautions against pregnancy, saying it was more
exciting being fucked while playing what she called
Russian Roulette.

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