While my Wife and I were dating, she quit her Bank Teller and part-time Marketing Assistant jobs to take a full-time factory assembly line job. She was on the line for a week, wearing jeans, T-shirts, and sneakers to work.
The Plant Manager liked what he saw, as well as her outgoing, effervescent, enthusiastic personality, and elevated her to a sales position with salary, commissions, and expense accounts. An adage I frequently attributed to her was "She never met a stranger." She was the best I ever witnessed at "The Cold Call."
Soon following, her Manager sprung for a complete hair and makeup makeover. She was endowed with a great start. 5 ft, 3 in, 110 lb, 34C 25 35 , naturally curly reddish brown hair extending midway down her back. Topped off with sparkling Blue eyes. Most men believed she needed nothing. Already a nice, tight, package. The new hairstyle was different, certainly didn't detract. Same with the makeup scheme. Yours truly here, kicked in some flattering, form-fitting, pencil skirts and silk blouses. If l were an Eskimo, l couldn't wait to buy a refrigerator from her.
In time she flew to Chicago, Atlanta, New York, Los Angeles, etc. Sometimes with one or two sales or technical support people accompanying. Eventually The Big Guy, Manager, himself. These voyages would vary one to three days. She was aware of my fantasies from the onset of our relationship. (Early on l told her such thoughts and activities would be that much hotter when we were married)
Her Boss was hosting a Barbeque at his place in the summer. Salaried personnel, influential vendors, and a few loyal customers were invited. My future Bride asked me to ...... her.
It was a hot summer day. The Love of My Life's selection of wardrobe only drove the ambient temperature up. She bounced out to greet me wearing short shorts with a good 3 inches of tanned, creamy soft butt cheeks exposed. A thin, silk halter top and flattering necklace and earrings, set off with high heels. Oh yes! I loved the ensemble.
She introduced me to a few new cohorts. I mingled with a few l already knew. The party progressed into nightfall, with folks either going home or migrating into the house. Somewhere along the way l lost touch with my Beloved. Knowing her gift for gab and her undying inquisitiveness, l figured l would soon cross paths with her as l continued making small talk and mingling.
I finally spotted them. Her and the Boss, just off the backyard patio where the heavier foliage began. They were sharing a lawn chair. The Boss was seated. My sexy temptress was on his lap. Better than that, on his lap facing him, her silky smooth tanned legs wrapped around his torso, lndian style. When l got close enough to see them sharing a kiss, very much a French Kiss with a lot of tongue action going on, l stopped. In no doubt an effort aimed for her safety from falling, The Boss had a firm grip on those wonderful, exposed butt cheeks. The night breeze brought her braless nipples to attention. The silk halter top was beautiful. It occurred to me no man without intimate carnal knowledge, or at least expecting this knowledge soon, would be in such an embrace. Damn she was hot. I couldn't wait to marry this savage.
On the way home, I confessed what I had witnessed, acknowledging her courage for engaging the Host at his home, with The Hostess a mere few steps away. I concluded by saying how downright sexy I thought she was. Damnit, Woman!
Our relationship and our careers progressed. We eloped the next summer, and set up housekeeping. A cute, young thing she worked with came to stay with us for a few days while her ...... was establishing a new home in a different state. (They all worked for the same company) When my New Bride and her cute young friend got home after a tough day at the office, they would most often change into T-shirts and panties. Um, Yes, Absolutely, were my thoughts.
Many times My Beloved would remain in bed when l left early for work. On those occasions this cute, curly-headed Blonde would rise and have me a sumptuous sausage or bacon and egg sandwich with a hot cup of coffee to go as l dashed out the door. She topped this off by standing on her tippy toes to give me a kiss for luck. The sight of her perky titties protruding thru her thin cotton T-shirt and the little creep of her cotton panties towards the crack of her perfect ass would illuminate my thought for the rest of the day.
One night the three of us watched a football game. Our local team surprised us and prevailed! To celebrate the team's unaccustomed success, we began toasting shots of liquor. My Dearly Beloved was unconscious before the game's end. The liquor, the close friendship we were building, and my Wife's unconsciousness prompted the cute little Lass to become more confiding in me. I was flattered and did everything l could to encourage her down this path.
This culminated with her saying in the most serious of tones........"I know for a FACT, Debbie (My Dearly Beloved) Sucked and Fucked our Boss, both in his office and in hotels during overnite business trips".
I replied " I am proud of my wife's natural sensuality. I would not be surprised by her using her sensuality to further herself, celebrate success, or just put her personal touch on a mutually beneficial relationship.........If l wanted an unattractive woman that no one paid attention to, I'd have got one. I wanted Debbie for her sex appeal, her vivacious attitude....and I got her. My only regret is not marrying her sooner".
The young Lass smiled sweetly in response to my statement. We were in the kitchen pouring the final "Victory Toast Shots" for the two of us. My wife snoozing contentedly in the living room, two rooms away. When we finished our toast, the Lass dropped to her knees and began undoing my zipper. Like most nights, trying to keep my composure with two semi-clad temptresses, my male member was very near Full Staff. What a treat! We ended up doing it in the utility room. Then l followed her to the guest room she was using, and l convinced her to do it again before she changed into fresh panties and rejoined my ...... wife in the living room.
She left us the next day. Before she left l confided to her if The Big Boss did get Sucked and Fucked by my Sensual Bride, he no doubt would agree it was the best pussy he ever had in his life. She responded to that with the same sweet smile.
I would give anything to confirm this about The Boss.
