Spanking the boss

My husband and I have been married for almost four years now. The thing he liked the best about me was the fact that I was a little bit of a freak, but still the nice girl that he could take home to his mother. We have always had a very honest relationship, and from the beginning, he knew two things about me...I like to submit to a more dominant man, and I liked to be punished.

I was a young supervisor at work, in a line where I probably should have been a male. All of my employees were male, and had the muscular build to do the job needed. Of course I started in on the fantasies from almost the very beginning. Don't even ask how one of my guys and I even started talking about sex, I don't remember. He was sure to tell me from the beginning that he had an open relationship with his girlfriend, and that he would be more than willing to show me how open he could be. Thoughts racing to all of the things I would like him to show me, I still played it off as innocent flirting since I was a married woman, and few of the people I had met around our rinky dink town were into what I was.

My guy and I kept up our banter and teasing, while I grew more and more hot and bothered. I thought I was hiding the attraction from him pretty well, but I was in for a surprise. He was talking about tying me up one day so that he could be the boss. I shot back that even hog tied he could never be no match for me. He smacked my ass and told me that he could make me laugh, cry and scream for his mercy, while begging him to do more. The look in his eyes told me that my reaction was not what he expected. From then on I knew that it was only a matter of time before my fantasy would come true.
After being very sexually frustrated for a couple of weeks, finally I made the move. About five minutes after the hubbie left for work, I was dialing my guy, telling him that someone should really make me pay for having such nasty thoughts about one of my employees. His knock at the door ten minutes later told me he was only to ready to help me with that.

We shared some very passionate kissed immediately after the door was closed behind him. He drew back, and asked me how long I had been thinking about fucking him. Just about since the first time I had seen him without his shirt on, truth be told. Next thing I know, he was sitting on the couch, I was laying across his lap with my bare pussy making puddles. He asked me to tell him all of the details about what I wanted from him. I admitted that I wanted him to spank my ass so hard that the only way he could fuck me was from behind because I could no longer sit or lay on my back. I almost regretted my forwardness, but he did give me fair warning, so I could never say that it wasn't my choice. But after I gave my consent, it was no longer in my hands. He spanked me lightly for a little while, getting my frustrated. I wanted him to tear into me! He started going harder, and harder, telling me what a dirty little slut I was, fucking the help while my husband was off working. And I did feel so slutty, which made me wetter even yet. He slipped a long finger deep into my pussy, straining at the walls, stretching me to my limits. He spanked and thumped my tiny little clit until streams of my cum flowed over his hands. He spread my ass cheeks, and stared in on my tight little asshole. And yes, by this time, I was begging for his mercy while demanding that he not stop.

Now, I am a small woman, and have grown used to being with my husband, who, I hate to say, came no where near the length or width of this guy. But by this time, I would not have hesitated to take him into any hole of my body! And of course, he knew that, probably better than even I did. He asked me how my ass felt, and how did I want him to fuck me. My ass cheeks were wonderfully swollen and sore, and I begged him to fuck me from behind. But that was clearly not in him plan. He threw me to the floor, ginding my tender ass into the carpet. In one giant plunge, he was to the tilt inside me. I was gasping for breath within a few minutes. He pinced my nipples so hard, I thought they would never go back to normal. He slapped my breast so hard, they were already bruising by the time he had fucked me through. I had never felt so humiliated or satisfied in my whole life. And it was the perfect timing that my husband was going on a long fishing trip with his buddies so that the bruises will be goin before he even sees them. But who knows, maybe we will tell him. He might have the same reaction my guy's girlfriend did and join in....but that would be a different story!