His Boss' Slut

Paul-Anglo 41 Jen-Anglo 40 (Paul's wife) Renita-34 AA (Paul's boss)/ Yolanda-30 Latina (Paul's asst) Laura-28 Anglo (Renita's asst)

Jen and her husband Paul were on a plane to a luxurious resort where the company Paul worked for would honor the past year's most productive employees when he broke the news to her. Her excitement over the trip had evaporated as he recounted how he had embezzled a large amount of money to cover some stock market losses and been found-out by his boss, Renita. Renita had told him that she would not blow the whistle on Paul right away, but would decide what to do about the situation during their "working vacation".

Paul, whose intake of liquor has increased now that his secret is partially out, isn't holding back on the flight. Jen eyes him uneasily as he orders cocktail after cocktail. Once he's downed his fifth scotch rocks, Jen leans over to whisper in his ear.

"Honey, people are starting to notice you. You'd better slow down."

After a glance around, Paul is properly chastised. "Yeah, Okay. I'll wait 'til we get to the hotel."

Jen is equally nervous once Paul decides to "come-clean" about his work situation. Their whole financial situation could come crashing down if Paul is forced to make the company "whole" on demand...this, along with a possible prison term. No wonder Paul is drinking himself into a stupor nearly every night since the theft was discovered.

Jen didn't know what to say, or to DO. She had cautioned Paul about getting too-deep in the risky world of stock trading and assumed that he would not be reckless with their money; he was, after all, normally quite conservative when it came to finances. Jen didn't work and left all of the investment decisions to her husband. This had turned-out to be a big mistake. No matter how he apologized, or promised to make 'everything right again' she was and still IS furious with him. He had no only put theirs and their children's futures in jeopardy, but might even have to go to jail! She had half a mind to let him suffer the consequences of his stupidity, but then how would she manage on her own? She hadn't worked since they had married 15 years ago!

Both their children were in expensive private schools; should they have to suffer for their father's idiocy?

Paul told her that his only hope was getting out of this mess was to trust that Renita would figure something out. He suggested that Jen be as nice as she could to his boss, possibly get a feel for what her decision would be regarding any help she would give him. Jen had met Renita and liked her. She felt that Renita had always treated Paul fairly; had backed many of his proposals and approved all of his pay raises and bonuses. She had no idea that she was the reason for such largesse!

Renita is a tall, pretty, elegant black woman, a few years younger than Jen and Paul. It was Renita's suggestion that Jen attend this convention.

As far as Jen knew, there were very few staff from Paul's regional office who weren't attending; Jen, though, is the only wife who would be there, and at the company's expense. She is too concerned with their possible doom-filled future to notice this oddity...

Before Paul's confession, Jen had been looking-forward to the weekend, now she was uncomfortable about being around Renita and the other managers. She knew most of them from other company functions and they all seemed nice, but can she keep her nervousness and unease from showing, under the circumstances?

Renita had arrived a day earlier and had arranged for her suite to be adjacent to Jen's and Paul's. Little did Paul know, but her assistance in helping him extricate himself from the terrible mess he was in depended on how cooperative his beautiful, busty wife could be!

Renita had met Jen the day that Paul came into town and interviewed for the job two years ago. Paul was well-qualified and a good match for the position, but it his sexy, statuesque brunette wife was the real reason that Paul had gotten the job. Renita expected that choice to pay dividends this weekend. Divorced for ten years, Renita had sworn-off men, due to her ex's rampant infidelities. She hadn't been with a man since that time, and had developed a taste for mature, voluptuous women like Jen. She was always discreet, and chose married women as conquests, since they would likewise be discreet, by necessity. Several of her junior executives wives had already fallen under her "sword" (or "SWORDS", an assortment of strap-on dildos ranging in size from 7-15" in length)...

Renita liked Paul and hated to see him in trouble, but he was only in a jam due to his own greed. She could help Paul, whether she WOULD depended on whether the price of her assistance was too high. Paul had waited until after his "funny business" with the company funds to come to her for help; that was when Renita decided to take advantage of the situation to realize some of the many fantasies she had of Paul's big-titted, leggy wife. Jen was demure and friendly enough; a perfect complement to a professional man. Renita was betting that she would surrender her dignity in order to protect her husband and their way of life.

Renita knocks on their door, and is greeted by Paul, who seems nervous and maybe a little drunk. Renita is able to see Jen walk through the spacious suite beyond, wearing a plain dark blue "Notre Dame Fighting Irish" tee and matching shorts. The thin tee shirt does nothing hide her EE cup jugs, and the skimpy shorts, while not quite "indecent", show off her long, shapely legs and substantial behind to splendid effect. Renita has a fleeting impulse to brush past Paul and rape her silly then and there; instead she invites the two of them to join herself and some of the other office staff in the pool downstairs. Paul agrees, eager to stay on Renita's "good side" and Renita heads-down on her own.

When Paul and Jen arrive, Renita is already in the hotel Jacuzzi, talking with a couple of her female employees. Before the two are within ear-shot, the women engage in quick speculation about Jen's beauty and eye-popping figure. Yolanda Perez is Paul's assistant; Laurie Myers is Renita's; both are young, beautiful, and quite wild when they are away from the office.

All eyes are on Jen as she strips off her tee shirt and shorts. She is wearing a flower print one piece suit, obviously from a chain department store, and very conservatively cut; some years have passed since Jen wore it last, and she is a bit shocked and horrified to discover that the V cut in front exposes much more of her cavernous cleavage than is decent. She recovers quickly, and decides that rather than show her discomfort, she will leave as early as possible to change.

Renita has purposely seated the other women so that Paul has to sit at one end, while Jen is forced to sit between herself and Yolanda. Only a few minutes pass when a group of Paul's fellow executives call to him to join them for a drink in the bar; he is all too eager to use this as an excuse to give Jen some time to "feel Renita out" about the embezzlement issue. "I'll leave you ladies to your 'girl talk'; see you in the suite later, hon".

Before Jen can answer, Paul is out of the hot tub and halfway to his group of buddies. He hasn't even gotten inside the bar when Renita, Yolanda, and Laura begin flirting with Jen. Jen wants to appear friendly and open, and ignores the obvious flirtatious connotations of the women's questions and comments. She is well aware of how close the other women are to her, and isn't sure how to extricate herself from the situation without offending Renita; having never had the experience of another woman "coming on" to her, she doesn't know WHAT to do.

The three women stare openly and quite brazenly at Jen's chest. Her pale cleavage is deep and quite inviting, and at least two of the women have a definite "breast fetish"...under the bubbling water, Renita and Yoli, on either side of Jen, press their thighs against hers, crowding a bit closer to her. Jen has no room to maneuver, and, in any case, doesn't know what to do, so she does nothing. When Jen doesn't react, Renita puts a hand on her left thigh. Jen flinches when this happens, and is VERY uncomfortable at the intimate touching, but considering Paul's (and her) desperate circumstance, she doesn't want to risk angering Renita by objecting to this unsolicited (and unwelcome) contact. As the conversation continues Renita slowly inches her hand up higher on Jen's full bare thigh. Jen almost blurts-out an objection, despite her resolve, but catches herself just in time. She silently endures the gropes and pinches of the other women, (who have joined Renita in stroking and touching Jen) while Paul, blissfully unaware, is in the bar laughing it up. It is HIS fault she has to endure this humiliation, Jen thinks angrily.

After about an hour, she manages to excuse herself, retrieves her now tipsy spouse from the bar, and helps him upstairs. Back in the hot tub, the three women discuss whether Renita's plan to conquer the conservative wife will bear fruit.

"She'll loosen up this weekend" Renita boasts.

"She doesn't seem like the loosening-up type" counters Laura.

"She'll go along" Renita states smugly. "Did you see how she kept quiet while we felt her up? It's in the bag!"

Renita hurries back to her room. Slipping onto her balcony, which is shared by the two suites, she peeks through the small gap in her neighbor's curtain. She is just in time to see Jen moving about the room in her bra and panties. She catches her breath at the sight of the big-cupped. lacey white bra cradling Jen's very large tits, and is a bit surprised the matching panties the housewife's wears are French-cut, out of character for such a staid, church-going little wifey and mother. Renita has yet another surprise: Jen sits on the bed and one by one, rolls a pair of smoke-colored stockings up her sexy legs, then wraps a tiny, sheer-white garter-belt around her waist. As she leans-over to attach the garter-clasps, Renita gets a bird's eye view of the eye-popping cleavage spilling from the top of her bra. The black exec decides to slip back to her room before she has an orgasm right there on the balcony!

PARTY TIME!

Renita has arranged for Jen to be seated next to her at the banquet. They are at a round table, with their backs to the back wall. Many of the other women at the banquet, client's wives and employees from other business divisions, are wearing expensive, fancy gowns, and Jen, having decided to splurge a bit, is just as elegant: her dress is white velour, with a plunging neckline. With Renita on her left and Paul on her right, Jen enjoys her wonderful dinner and makes small talk, trying to forget about Black executive having boldly felt her up just hours ago in the Jacuzzi. Once the band starts playing and the dance floor begins to fill-up, Paul leans-over and whispers that Jen should maybe try to "feel" Renita out about what her decision might be. He excuses himself and starts to mingle among the other guests, leaving Renita alone with Jen.

Before Jen can figure-out how to broach the subject, Renita solves the problem for her:

"That's quite a mess our Paul has gotten himself into," she murmurs.

"Umm; yes, we've talked about it," Jen concedes.

"It will be a shame if he, and you, lost all he has worked for all these years."

"Yes, it will," Jen whispers.

Just then, Renita reaches-under the table and right between Jen's legs, flicking a fingertip against the crotch of Jen's panties.

Gasping, Jen flinches, and struggles to her feet. "Excuse me," she stammers, "I need to go to the washroom"

"We haven't finished discussing what can be done to rectify your husband's rather serious problem, yet."

Jen looks around to see if anyone has noticed them.

"Please, can't we talk about this in private?" she whispers urgently.

"Come with me," Renita orders, getting-up from the table and walking away. Jen reluctantly follows, suddenly fearful of the woman that controls her husband's fate. Renita leads Jen to the far corner of the dance floor, into relative darkness. Once in the shadows, Renita pulls Jen uncomfortably close to her. Renita can feel the other woman's ample chest pressing into hers. She caress her back, and thrusts her groin into the married woman's soft underbelly. Jen is shocked to feel something hard and thick pressing into her: It feels like a PENIS, but it CAN'T be: Renita is a WOMAN, and women don't have penises! As Jen tries to sort-out these confusing thoughts, she is interrupted by Renita speaking to her.

"Does Paul have any ideas on how to solve his problem?

"He's hoping you will help," gasps Jen.

"Well, I like your husband. He's smart, ambitious, and I've been happy to help him further his career in the past. But something like this could ruin my career as well as his, if the crime is discovered. Can you think of any reason why I should take such a risk?"

Jen can't think of an answer.

"In order for me put myself at risk in this matter, I will need a commitment from you," Renita goes on.

She slides her hands down Jen's back, resting her palms on the housewife's luscious ass.

"What kind of a commitment?" Jen manages to groan

"I will need you to submit to me completely; to do whatever I say. If you agree to keep me company the entire weekend, Paul's problem will be solved by Monday afternoon."

Jen looks around to see if anyone is watching Renita grope her ass. Her back is to the bandstand, so only the band can see them. The thin dress offers little resistance to the female's CEO's squeezing, kneading hands. Renita continues feeling Jen up; she has the type of ass that the black lesbian domme HUNGERS for. She uses one hand to continue fondling her big but while the other slides up to cup and fondle her voluminous left breast through the thin bodice and bra encasing them. Nimble, knowing fingers find and toy with her erecting nipple. Jen is speechless as Renita gropes and squeezes, fondles and paws her, and presses her hard "dick" into her quivering belly. Her heart is racing; her face feels hot. She prays that no one will be able to see her being felt-up by another woman.

"Do we have a deal?," Renita asks Jen.

The dazed housewife stammers, "I, I, I, uh..." She looks desperately about around the room, hoping against hope for some way out of this predicament.

"I don't suppose I have any choice," she mutters, resigned. They go back to their seats. Jen hops she isn't blushing too noticeably.

Once they are seated, Renita continues her groping of the defeated corporate spouse, caressing her pussy under the table while couples talk, dance, and socialize all around them. Her face flushed, Jen looks around for Paul, but he is nowhere to be found. She was angry and humiliated, but, God help her, she is also incredibly turned-on. Renita's expert fingering is getting her hotter by the second, and the shocked brunette suddenly realizes she is very close to having an orgasm in the middle of a crowded ball-room!

With a low whimper, Jen shudders through a mini-orgasm while Renita keeps up her digital fondling. With a wicked grin, Renita leans close and whispers,

'You're a hot bitch, Paul's wife!"

Ashamed and unsteady, Jen mutters "Excuse me", and somehow makes it to her feet and to the women's restroom, trying to ignore the wetness she feels trickling down her thighs. Inside one of the stalls, she weeps silently, and wipes herself off as best she can. She sits there for a few more minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. A low knock sounds on the door of her stall. When she doesn't answer, the knock comes again, this time a little louder.

"Who's there?" she whispers hesitantly.

"Your savior," comes the reply. Renita!

Jen has no choice but to open the door. Renita slips inside, re-locks the door, then pulls Jen close and kisses her, hard, on the mouth. The shocked housewife opens her mouth to the probing tongue, reluctantly returning the kiss.

Breaking the lip-lock, the dominant black woman orders Jen to turn and face the wall. Once she does so, Renita moves behind her, cupping her heavy mammaries from behind. Jen remains silent as what sounds like a pair of women enter the restroom, chattering and gossiping about the other guests, the hotel, etc. Reaching into the bodice of Jen's gown and into her big-cupped bra, Renita lifts the brunette's huge titties out of containment, resting them atop her lace bra cups.

To be continued