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BUDDIES - PART 8 - The Boss"

Naturally, The incident at the country club left me devastated. I
had a hard time over the next several days comprehending what had
really transpired; how I had allowed things to get so out of hand
for me. I'm afraid for the first time in my life I allowed my
personal life to inter far with my business life. Quite frankly my
productivity at work suffered drastically and my secretary Jean was
very solicitous of me by continually asking me what was wrong. I
just couldn't bring myself to talk about it. Maybe I should have, it
kept playing on my mind and it kept affecting my performance at
work. It didn't take long before I was in my General Manager's
office having a serious "chat". Karl told me that quite frankly, if
I had been a new employee he would be talking about letting me go.
He was frankly puzzled by my poor performance lately and suggested
that  what ever was bothering me that we talk it over. I just
couldn't bring myself to say anything to him and yet I knew my job
was on the line. When my boss said that possibly a little more
informal setting might be in order, I jumped at the chance to end
our conversation, if only temporarily. I knew he was fishing for me
to invite him over to the house for a dinner and more "chat: and so
I did just that. We set a date for later in the week.

I went home to Donna and told her that Karl would be coming over
later in the week and that I hoped that I could count on her support
for the evening. I explained what was at stake and regardless of our
current marital troubles that I needed her help to sooth things over
with my boss Karl. It kind of hurt me when Donna told me that I'd
better not fuck up at work, "It may be one thing to be a good loser
on the golf course and the bedroom, but when it comes to your job
you'd better shape up. I certainly have no intention of us giving up
our country club membership because you get demoted or fired." Then,
she sort of giggled and said that she'd give up her "night out" on
Thursday if I wanted to have him over. I could see a devilish sneer
on her face as she finished by saying, "That letch boss of yours has
been after me at every Christmas party we've been at in case you
never noticed. I bet he'd be interested to know that his employee
had a pencil dick that can't keep his wife satisfied." To tell the
truth, I guess I hadn't ever noticed Karl's flirtations toward
Donna; I was just too naive to think anything about the fact that my
boss often cut in on me when I was dancing a slow number with her at
the company Xmas parties. In a way I really looked at his attraction
to her as a plus. Although I certainly didn't plan on telling Karl
the real root of my problems was my lack of being able to satisfy my
wife, I figured that fact that he liked my sexy wife was at least
another reason that he'd not consider firing me.

When I got back to my boss the next day and set the date for
Thursday, what my wife had told me about him lusting for her became
a little more obvious to me. He indicated that he was glad that we
could get together informally. Then he winked and said, "Besides I
want to get to see that sexy wife of yours. I hope you'll clue her
that I like ladies dressed to show off their cleavage." It didn't
take a ton of bricks to fall on my head to get the message. If I
played ball or I should say if my wife played ball by showing him
how sexy she could dress, I'd get to keep my job. At first I was
really pissed off, jealous, the whole bit. Then I realized what a
compliment it was to me that he was willing to look over my poor
work performance of late. It meant that he thought I was worth
hanging onto and that my previous work had been more than acceptable
to him. If he wanted to use my wife's sexy dress as an excuse to
sugar coat it, I felt I ought to oblige him. Besides my wife's sexy
look, he must also like my work or he wouldn't even be considering
keeping me on. And besides, how could anyone blame him for lusting
after my wife; even though she'd put me through hell lately, I had
to admit that she was one sexy lady. That evening when I got home I
told Donna about my conversation with my boss. I also told her that
she could help my chances of maintaining my job by being REALLY NICE
to him. Curiously enough she looked at me with a lewd grin and said,
"How nice? You mean let him undress me-NICE let him play with my
tits-NICE.  Just how NICE should I be?"   I admitted to her that he
was wild about her boobs. "He says he's a tit man and you have the
best set of tits of any wife in the company."  Donna grinned and
said, "I told you I could tell that at the dance. He really was
squeezing my ass at the company party, OK when he comes over for
dinner my tits can be his special desert."  "You mean you'll let him
. . ."  And before I could finish what I was thinking Donna answered
my unspoken thoughts.

"I don't like the idea of displaying myself to your boss for you,"
she said, "But, I don't need you losing your job right now either,
you pencil-dicked slacker." Her words hurt, but I knew they were
accurate, especially about being a slacker at work lately. I hated
putting her in the position of having to help me get back in the
good graces of my boss, but I knew I had no alternative. On Thursday
Donna wore a very short black leather miniskirt, her 4" red high
heels, see through red panties, silk black nylons held up by her
sexiest black lace garter belt, her red silk blouse, cut so low in
front that her tits practically popped out each time she bent over,
and of course no bra. After a very nice dinner that I had prepared
by getting home early, Donna told me to clear the table like a good
hubby while she entertained our special guest. Karl sat in the
living room and Donna joined him while I cleared the table.
Although I was busy clearing the table, I could see into the living
room and noticed that she had settled next to Karl on the coach with
her tits just inches from his chest. She looked him in the eye and
said, "I have to admit that I was really complemented by what my
husband told me you said about my breasts. Do you really want to see
more of me, huh? Would you like to take off my blouse and see if
they are as good as you expect?"

By this time, I had cleared the table and had brought a canter of
wine out for Karl and Donna. Karl looked over at me for my reaction.
Although I was jealous, I could hardly say no at this point. After
all it wasn't unexpected. Still I hadn't expected Donna to offer to
let Karl take off her blouse. Since I didn't say anything my boss
took my silence to be an approval for him to proceed. After
unbuttoning the three buttons on her blouse, he gently took her
blouse from around her shoulders. In the process of letting him
remove her blouse Donna had raised herself slightly and when she sat
back down Karl had slid over under her so that her ass had settled
onto his lap. Now her gigantic bared tits were practically in his
face. The next move was pretty obvious; Karl buried his face in my
wife's sweet cleavage. I sat motionless unable to do anything but
watch with fascination and listen to my wife's breathless
exclamations.   "Ohhhh that's nice," Donna cooed. "Kiss them, and
tongue them, while Bobby watches. I know he's got to be enjoying
this. I have to tell you that Bobby is a real voyeur deep down. I
have to admit that my initial jealousy was being replaced by a
growing pleasure in my loins that I couldn't really control. Karl
continued to be very bold about feasting on my wife's boobs while I
was watching. He slurped on them for almost ten minutes. I could
tell from the guttural sounds that my Donna was making that she had
at least a mini-orgasm while wriggling her ass around on his lap.
As I sat there wondering what to do with my hard cock in my pants,
Donna  glanced over and smiled as if to say - That's O.K. honey.
Take it out. I was about to remove it when it hit me that Karl must
surely have a big dick by now also, especially with Donna jiggling
on his lap with her sweet ass. Before I could say or do anything,
Donna broke the silence. In light of Donna's recent behavior what
she said next to Karl shouldn't have caught me by surprise, but it
did anyway.  "Ohh, God that feels good! I can feel your dick getting
harder and harder against my ass. You are such a big horny stud.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO UNDRESS ME AND FUCK ME IN FRONT OF MY HUSBAND?"

We hadn't talked about anything beyond Karl getting a chance to SEE
her dressed very sexily. She obviously thought I had intended for
her to do more than just show her body off  to him. Although I was
surprised, Karl was not. What man could resist that kind of offer.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the long couch in
our living room as I followed them with my eyes. After placing her
on the couch he slid Donna's mini-skirt all the way to her waist and
removed her panties, leaving her heels, garter and nylons on. He
stood up, never even glancing my way and quickly shed his cloths.
Now I really was in a pickle. I expected Karl to inspect her tits
tonight, maybe even fondle them, but I was totally unprepared for
this. Evidently this is what my wife thought I meant by being REALLY
NICE  to my boss. So help me God, I didn't think it would go this
far. I was seeing red! What could I do now? Karl was so worked up I
knew instinctively that  I'd get fired if I tried to stop the
proceedings at this point. No matter what I felt or thought, I knew
there was no turning back.
   
While he dropped his cloths to the floor my wife looked over at me.
This time Donna said to me what I thought she was thinking before.
"Go ahead baby, take it out and play with it. I want to see your
little dicky while Karl fucks me." She said it so matter of factly
that It sounded almost like something we did ever day. As I said in
light of her recent behavior with Dave and others, it didn't come as
a shock that she'd take sexual pleasure with Karl. Still it didn't
mean I'd have to like it.  It really didn't matter at this point
though as I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut and look on as
Karl mounted my Donna missionary style. The fact that Karl had an 8
inch cock was all the more humiliating for me as I took out my 5
inches and watched the show. It wasn't long before my wife was in
the type of ecstasy I had recently seen her in on some of her more
exotic VCR displays. But to tell the truth there was something
special about seeing this "live" performance "up close and
personal". She wrapped her legs around him as he gave her long
strokes into her seething pussy.

Despite my jealous feelings my dick was hard as a rock and I had to
start playing with it as I watched them. Karl had doubled over
slightly so that he could fuck Donna and suck on one of her soft
bosoms at the same time. He was really pumping her hard and Donna
was LOVING IT! They changed position at Donna's suggestion. Karl
laid on his back with his big 8 incher in the air while she mounted
him straddle style allowing him free access to continue sucking her
pillowy tits. Donna rode up and down on his cock making soft
slurping noises as her cunt hit the base of his massive cock, over
and over again.

"Ohhh yesss...., fuck me baby. Don't ever stop. Mmmmm .... Karl your
sooo biiiggg. Give it to meee all night long." Then glancing my way,
"Bobby, your little wife is getting the shit fucked out of her. Look
at me riding Karl's big cock. Oooohh, yesss!" What the hell could I
do but look. Jealous or not I couldn't contain myself as Donna's
squeals got louder and louder finally screaming through an intense
orgasm. My cum spurted on our living room carpet as I let my load
fly. However, Karl wasn't prepared to have it over so quickly as he
continued fucking her, now mounting her doggy style and playing with
her tits from behind. They had been at it for an hour and Donna was
obviously in seventh heaven. Our love making had never taken this
long and I knew she was getting the fucking of her life. She
literally screamed through her third orgasm of the night and Karl
couldn't resist any longer as he shot his hot load of cum up her
twat. Even though, I just creamed less than ten minutes ago, I shot
again - right with them for a triple header.

By now, it shouldn't have surprised me but I didn't really think my
wife would totally humiliate me in front of my boss by having me
perform my normal sexual services for her. Shows how wrong I can be
as Donna called out to me in a sultry voice (still just recovering
from her shattering climax seconds ago). "Bobby, come over here and
show Karl what a real good cleanup man you are.' Karl was a little
puzzled until I crept between Donna's legs and began my normal
cleanup procedure, licking all of Donna's lover's cum out of her
pussy. I was terribly excited, the humiliation of being forced to do
it in front of my boss somehow just added to my normal sexual
excitement of cum licking my sexy wife. After licking her for over
twenty minutes and giving my wife another climax we were both spent
but obviously not my boss.

I had hoped that after my cum licking it would be all over and Karl
would be on his way home. But my hopes of being spared further
humiliation from Karl were dashed when Karl looked over at me and
said, "Bobby, I know you have to be at work early in the morning.
Why don't you go clean up the kitchen and do the dishes while I stay
and keep your wife company in your bedroom" The look in his steel
blue eyes let me know not to question his authority on this matter
any more than I would on any company decision he wanted to make.

"It's O.K. honey, I'll be just fine. I'm sure Karl can take good
care of me tonight while you stay in the guest bedroom," was Donna's
only comment on this turn of events. I left for the kitchen while
Donna walked arm in arm with Karl up to our bedroom. When I got done
in the kitchen I walked by the master bedroom and saw Donna snuggled
close to him on the bed, bringing his head to rest on her soft tits.
Entering our guest bedroom, I could hear sounds coming from the
master bedroom. Our guest bedroom was close enough for me to hear
them whispering but not to hear clearly what was being said. On
occasion I'd hear an "Oh yes," or a "That's it."  I did a lot of
tossing and turning before falling asleep knowing that my Donna was
sleeping so willingly with another man.
   
The next morning I awoke slightly confused thinking it had all been
a dream until I realized I was in the guest bedroom. I could hear
the bedsprings in the master bedroom and my wife giggling every now
and then. I had breakfast alone and left for work quietly before my
wife or Karl came out of the bedroom.

No matter what my personal feelings where at the time, my
co-operative attitude of being willing to share my wife with my boss
accomplished the goal I had intended. Karl called me into his office
the next day and said that based on my co-operative attitude he was
not going to let me go. He said coyly that knowing what my marital
situation was like allowed him to re-evaluate my situation and in
fact, he wanted to keep me around for a long time, especially since
I had such a nice wife. Instead of being fired, I was placed on
probation. But, I received no cut in pay since Karl knew that would
devastate Donna and besides, I'd been such a  good `Team Player'.
Karl says that he'll do frequent reviews of my work as well as
making lots of visits to my home to evaluate my progress. What can I
say; at least it was better being a team player than being a "good
loser"
