TITLE    : You're Fired!
STORYID  : youre-fired_2002
SUMMARY  : Daniel's humiliation at hands of his boss.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-05-03
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


"My friend, your ass is fired!"



That's what Rob said to me when he canned me from the company. I listened to him lecture me for 3 minutes before he revealed my fate with the company. He didn't hold back his thoughts on my incompetence, and harshly implied that if it wasn't for my wife's pleading, that he would have got rid of me a lot sooner. It was hard to avoid that smirk on his face once he gave me the bad news.



I sat up and walked towards the door, not stopping to grab my things, hanging my head down as I walked. I could feel my fellow employee's eyes on me as I left the office, and almost fell on my ass when Rob tugged the back of my shirt as I left. He held his right hand out for me and shook his head, mocking me for forgetting to hand in the keys. Defeated, I left the building for my last time.



I was still numb from the news as I rode home. When I arrived, I pondered how I was going to tell my wife Laryssa what happened. After all, she was employed with the company the same time I was hired, although she only worked part time, and in a different department, more under Rob's wing than I was. I walked in the door and my wife was on the phone, telling whomever she was talking to that I was home and she had to go.



"I got fired today." I told her.



"I know. That was Rob on the phone. He told me." She said.



"It was? What did he tell you?"



"That you made some stupid mistakes. Downloading porn? Making fun of him to other employees? Stealing office supplies? Incompetence on the job? What the hell is wrong with you?"



"I'm sorry, Laryssa, but hey, they're still going to give me 2 months salary and&hellip;"



"What about when it stops? What then? Will you have another job by then? What will we do if you don't? Will I have to work full time for the company? Maybe I should have your job. I'd sure as hell do it a lot better than you, that's for damn sure."



"Don't say that honey. I'll figure out something."



"You better, because this is completely unacceptable. I backed you up, you asshole! I convinced Rob you weren't a loser. Was I wrong? Should I have listened to Rob in the first place?"



"Whoa&hellip;what do you mean, Laryssa?"



"Nothing. Get the classifieds, you got some work to do."



So I hit the classifieds, circling everything from e-commerce managers to janitorial services. I went online and sent an e-mail to anyone and everyone that was hiring. The entire time my wife was on the phone again, and by "accidentally" glancing over at the call-display monitor, I could see that she was talking to Rob again. What were they talking about? Were they discussing me? Why was she talking to him in the first place?



Paranoia clouded my thoughts as I lay I bed after sending my resumes. I was confused, just why was my wife taking this more personally than I was? I could understand Rob's anger. If one of my employees were trash talking me, I'd want his ass fired too. Still, I had not noticed before today that there was an after work friendship with my wife and ex-boss. Was there something going on between them? I imagined my wife with Rob, his shaved head, his rugged hands, his massive muscular arms and chest. I remember all the body contact they made during meetings at work. I always suspected my wife had a soft spot for him, but I never thought it would amount to much. Subconsciously, I knew my wife would never be able to handle someone as rugged as Rob. By the size of his hands and his dedication to staying in shape, I imagined he would always be rough in bed, something Laryssa just couldn't handle. Could she?



Rob would probably pounce on my wife if he ever got a chance. She was hot, in her mid-twenties, blond, d-cup tits and cute. I started to caress my boner thinking about the two of them together, when the doorbell rang. I leaped up and made my way towards the door, and gulped when I looked up and saw&hellip;Rob.



"Hey, buddy, how are ya." He greeted me.



"Um, hi, Rob. What are you doing here?" I replied, dumbfounded at my new guest.



"I came by to see your wife. Is she upstairs?"



"Yeah, come on in and I'll get her for you."



"That's right, you will. Here, take my jacket."



Rob took off his leather jacket and threw it at my face. I took it and hung it in the closet, a little irritated that he just walked right into my home. Who did he think he was? I mean, yeah I did say some bad things about him at work, and sure I wasn't the greatest employee the company ever had, but I wasn't an employee of his any longer. What gave him the right to be an asshole? Was he here to resolve things? I shook my head as I walked away from him, walking up the stairs to get Laryssa. I cocked my head and saw him walk towards the fridge, grabbing one of my beers, walking back to my couch and putting his feet up on our coffee table. He looked at his watch and started whistling, implying that I was taking too long to summon my wife. I guess I was walking a little slow, but I had a gut feeling that him being here and his request to see my wife was not going to be for my personal satisfaction. In fact, it felt like it was going to be anything but.



I walked into the bathroom, watching my wife putting the finishing touches of her make up on. She was wearing something I bought for her on our last anniversary, a real sexy piece that I bought her, something only I had been exposed to. This was not looking good. The knots in my stomach tightened.



"What's Rob doing here?" I asked.



"He's come to get some things off his chest." She replied.



"What do you mean?"



"I think you rubbed him the wrong way, so he wants to say some things to you."



"But he asked for you when I let him in!"



"Yeah, he wants me to hear what he has to say to you. Lets go down and see 'em."



I walked behind my wife, who couldn't seem to hide her smile as she approached Rob. He hugged her and she made herself comfortable, grabbing Rob's unfinished beer and started drinking from it, licking the rim of the bottle. I started to sit down but Rob told me to stand up, and sat himself down beside Laryssa.



"First thing's first, you're a little piece of shit," Rob began.



"Now hold on a second, Rob, you can't just come in here and&hellip;" I attempted to respond.



"Actually I can. I have your wife's consent to be here, and she feels comfortable enough to watch this. I have a lot of things I want to get of my chest, and I want to teach you a lesson before I leave here. Do you understand?"



"But Rob, I&hellip;"



"Oh shut up, you idiot," my wife interrupted. "You don't have a leg to stand on. If you're lucky, Rob here might give you your job back--if you just listen."



"You will not interrupt me or your wife until I finish what I have to say, do you understand, you spineless mutherfucker?" Rob continued.



"Yes, Rob, I understand."



"Good. For starters, you were terrible at your job. I can't believe we actually gave you the salary you were receiving for the work rate you were producing. Your job was so easy, I could have done it blindfolded. You suck. You were also always late. You never cleaned up after yourself, and you were loud. I won't even get into the porn downloads. I think you were the worst employee we ever had, and so do a lot of people, including your wife. But none of those things make me as mad as you insulting in front of my staff. That really gets under my skin."



"I'm sorry Rob, I'm so sorry."



"I don't believe you."



"No really, I am. I beg your forgiveness. Let me have my job back, I'll do anything!"



"He's pathetic, Laryssa, I can't believe you stayed with him this entire time."



"I know, Rob." My wife said. "Keep going."



"I think there's a way out of this for you. A chance to redeem yourself. You'll get your job back, I get the apology I want and your wife gets the reward for all of it. You sure you'll do anything?"



"Anything. Please Rob, I just want my job back." I grovelled, making my wife laugh out loud.



Rob kicked me in the stomach and lowered me to my knees. "Take my jeans off." He said. I unbuttoned his top button and slid his zipper down slowly, letting the heat from his cock overwhelm my nasal passage. I pulled his pants down and helped him out of them. "Laryssa, come here and get on your knees, honey." He asked. She did as requested and looked up at him with loving eyes, more passionate than she had ever looked at me. She gave him a wink and slid down his boxers, his 11-inch cock hitting her in the face. Without using his hands, he smacked her face around with it, making her moan and stick her tongue out. I could see why. Just as I had suspected, his cock was fat, meaty, thick, a monster really. Sure enough, he had big, low hanging balls, full of cum and completely smooth. He spit on me as my wife licked around his cock, her hands massaging his thighs.



"Its your choice. I can fuck your wife's pretty mouth in front of you and you have a job again, or I don't, and you go back to the unemployment line."



"Please, Rob, fuck her mouth, as long as she wants it."



"Oh she wants it, you little wimp. What kind of a man lets his wife fuck her boss?" he asked me as he fucked her mouth hard, harder, almost pumping her throat. His big football player hands gripped her head, one hand holding the back of her head, the other yanking a handful of blond hair. 



"Me, sir, I want my job back and I realize what my place is."



"Ugh, oh yeah, that's right baby, suck that cock, smoke my dick baby, what would that be, you little fucker?"



"At your feet, sir. I'll do anything. I'm so sorry, Rob."



"At my feet, eh? Take my socks off, boy." I did, as told. "Suck on my toes, clean them all with your tongue, smell the sweat of my feet. You smell that?" he said again, spitting on me, my wife begging him for more.



"You are pathetic, you know that?"



"Yes, sir, I know that."



"You will obey me at all times, right?"



"Yeah, Rob, I will."



"Good. I'm going to be hungry after I fill your wife's pretty mouth with my cum. Go make dinner."



"Yes sir. Rob?"



"What, you little piece of shit?"



"Do I have my job back?"



Rob and Laryssa laughed out loud, her of course with a dick in her mouth, making Rob tremble a little bit."



"Not yet. When I'm satisfied, you'll get your job back."



What was I going to have to subject myself to in order to get my job back? Was he job even worth it? Did I dare reject Rob's request? I tried to get the taste of feet out of my mouth, wiping the rope of spit away from the side of my cheek. I certainly was in a compromising position. The question was, how far was I willing to let it go?



&hellip;. Definitely not the end!

