Bossed Around

My boss was giving me grief. She was one sour, nasty bitch, 
always on my case about something or other. It seemed like I 
could not do anything right in her eyes. I'd had it up to the 
eyeballs with her and was on the verge of handing in my 
notice when my wife, Eva, came round to see me at the office 
one evening, just as everyone was going home.

Yvette, my boss, walked through the lobby and saw Eva. 
Suddenly she was all sweetness and light. She smiled so 
broadly I thought her face might crack in two as she came 
over, hand extended.
'Why, this must be your charming wife.' she said.
'Yes. This is Eva' I said ' Eva I'd like you to meet Ms Jones.' 
'Please call me Yvette.' she said as she gripped Eva's hand in 
both of hers.
I saw Eva's eyes light up and I couldn't understand what the 
hell was going on. She knew how much I hated Yvette, how 
badly she mistreated me, and yet she was being perfectly civil 
with her.

'Won't you come and have a drink with me in my office?' 
Yvette purred.
'We would love to.' Eva said, before I had time to decline.
Yvette led us into her plush office and unlocked her drinks 
cabinet. When she gave me a fine single malt whisky I 
relaxed a little, but not enough to totally let my guard down. 
Eva and Yvette started chatting. It was as if I wasn't in the 
room. As I sipped my drink I listened attentively and realized 
that they were flirting. Well, well, well. No wonder the ice 
maiden was melting. Her lesbian lust was going into 
overdrive.

A few minutes later Yvette left the room briefly and asked us 
please to wait for her.
'I think she fancies me.' Eva said.
'I can see that.' I replied. 'And I'm not exactly impressed with 
the way you two have been flirting with each other. Don't you 
know what a misery that woman has made my life?'
'But don't you see?' Eva's asked me. 'This is a chance to get 
her off your back.'
'How is fucking her going to help?' I snapped.
'It can't hurt.' she replied.' This is the best job you've had in 
ages. It's not worth throwing it away.'
'Well, can I at least watch?' I asked.
'Of course.' she said, as she winked at me.

When Yvette came back into the room Eva went and stood 
right up against her. I could see that Yvette was flustered but 
she did not move. Eva started rubbing her full tits against 
Yvette's jacket. In next to no time Yvonne had removed her 
sober jacket and was rubbing her tits back against Eva's. 
Yvette undid the clasp in her hair and shook it free. She 
suddenly looked a different woman with that wild mane and 
soft white blouse. Eva started undoing Yvette's blouse and I 
could feel my cock start to erect.

Eva took Yvette's blouse off, revealing her lacy seethru bra. 
She gently nibbled on my boss' nipples through the flimsy 
material. Then she unhooked her bra and took her surprisingly 
firm tits in hand. She rolled them around in her hands before 
covering Yvette's right nipple with her mouth. Yvette sighed 
softly as my wife teased her nipples into full erection. And 
then Yvette reached for Eva's blouse. She just about tore it off 
in her anxiety to get to Eva's big hooters. She went into an 
absolute feeding frenzy, working from left tit to right and then 
back again. I undid my belt and unzipped. My thick cock was 
now free for me to give it a little attention. I spat in my hand 
and worked the spit around the head of my dick, getting it all 
slick and shiny. It felt so incredibly sensitive and I wished I 
had somewhere to bury it.

I looked up and saw that Eva had laid Yvette out on her 
mahogany table. She pushed Yvette's pencil skirt right up her 
thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings and her black silk 
panties. Eva pressed her face into my boss' crotch, licking 
through the panties and I heard both women sigh. Then Eva 
slowly pulled Yvette's panties off and threw them aside. Eva's 
head went down into Yvette's crotch and soon the older 
woman was writhing around like crazy. I picked up the 
discarded panties and wrapped them around my fat hog and 
started slowly jacking myself off. If I didn't get any action at 
least Yvette would have something to remember me by as she 
drove home.

The two women were groaning loud enough to bring the walls 
down. I was glad that everyone else had gone home. I saw 
Eva strip off her skirt and reach back and spread her pussy 
lips apart. It was an invitation I could not resist. I wiped the 
precum off my cock with Yvette's panties and then tossed 
them aside. I knelt behind Eva and started kissing her love 
lips. I stroked her inner thighs and lower belly as I ate her out. 
She was pushing back against me now, desperate to be 
penetrated. I eased two fingers into her wet, slippery box and 
fingered her as I flicked my hand across her clit. From the 
way her ass was pushing back I knew she was desperate.

I got up and sank my beer can of a cock into her warm love 
canal. She groaned as she pushed down the length of my 
shaft. I saw Yvette briefly rear up to see what was going on. I 
grabbed hold of Eva's hips and started banging away. I knew 
there were times when she simply wanted to have her brains 
fucked out, and this was one of those times. Besides the 
moaning and groaning the only other sound was the slurp, 
slurp of my cock as it plunged up and down the length of 
Eva's wet snatch.

I don't know how many orgasms Eva and Yvette had; I lost 
count. But I do know that mine was one of the most powerful 
I'd had since I was a teenager. I was actually very disoriented 
when I pulled out and had to sit down for a while. After that 
day Yvette was as sweet as sweet can be.