Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

"I'll say this, dear – if you were, I'd like to buy out the store where he bought you," Max smiled, nodding his head up and down. "In any case, believe me, you're much more beautiful than all of those other gorgeous girls who keep floating in and out of his office all the time."

Clucking softly, he reached over and draped his arm around her wispy waist, tightening his hold as he pulled her close back against his broad muscular shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all the fight taken out of her by Max's last words about her husband's constant contact with the lovely models. She had never dared to ask Henry who actually found and hired all those girls in the magazine but now a terrible suspicion began to form in her mind about why their own sex life was suffering so much. Good God, if a man had dozens of beautiful sexy women in his office every day, why would he bother to care about his devoted wife who was always waiting at home for him? Why would he take the time to discuss strange and unusual sex acts, though, when he could undoubtedly find all the variation he wanted right in the privacy of his own office? Surely they would gladly do all he asked, and more, even worse perverted acts than his own dumb little wife could think of, the blonde reasoned in a sudden fury of jealousy. Maybe, just maybe it was because Henry was even more of a stranger to her than she had imagined lately; maybe he got some sort of evil thrill out of having a faithful wife as someone he could always count on and a stable of pretty girls at the same time.

The hurtful humiliation that had plagued her ever since their argument the night before, was suddenly magnified a thousand-fold and a slow, biting anger seethed inside her, burning away the tears that had begun to form from the shock of the notion that had just occurred to her.

But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Max slipped his hand slowly up along her side and cupped her delicate rib-cage warmly in his palm, under her breast. He could see the change in her expression as the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing something naughty he had planted in her slowly blurring brain took better hold and he waited, knowing that at any moment the absinthe would begin its gradual conscience-killing effect on her unguarded nervous system. He knew it would not be long now before this bewitching little creature was his, in his own personal trophy bag. She was not quite ready yet, but in a few minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little friendly persuasion on his part would quell any resistance that she had left to frustrate his plans for her.

Kathy's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt the older man's hand daringly caressing her full right breast, stroking and squeezing the gently palpitating white flesh until a delicious fluttery feeling began to take command of her nerves. She flushed with guilt as she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-smooth quivering mound more solidly into her husband's boss' excitedly sweating palm. Something strange was happening to her mind and body, something that she was absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed her smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against the corded edge of the couch cushion, trembling with disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical contact against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening pussy under her navy-blue dress and silken panties. God, it was horrible to admit, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless to restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively with greater force against the cushion edge as her breath began to quicken more and more. Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that Max had given her, Kathy wondered with breathless perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal? She had only been joking when she had said that she should do something "naughty" and now it was all she could do not to throw herself wantonly on Maxwell Alexander and press her blazingly hot body against his.

She shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration that thinking something forbidden gives, even while still struggling to resist the sensations of raw forbidden lust that were now pulsing maddeningly through her surging veins.

"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Max's low voice insinuated into her thoughts. "Are you comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"

"Fu-funny… I-I don't know…" she answered in a strange other-worldly voice, her girlish heart pounding savagely in her rapidly moving chest. She was aware of nothing but Max's brazen fingertips rubbing lightly over her painfully erect nipples under her dress, stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more stinging hardness and causing a series of ripples of fantastic sensations to dance freely through her alerted nerves each time he did it. Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in her trim little belly grew with maddening intensity. She knew that she was in trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also knew that she should not allow Henry's boss to squeeze and knead her breasts this way. Still, though, she did not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so gentle and compassionate with her.

"Please, Mr. Alexander, I m-mean, M-Max," she objected weakly as she tried desperately to… "I came to talk to you about… about a job. I have to… to prove…"

"You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," Max growled suddenly in obscene delight as he saw the helpless confusion that was registering on Kathy's vibrant young face. "If that punk husband of yours isn't man enough for you, there's someone here who is!"

Max jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy hand and pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly against her mouth. The terrified young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even more demandingly into the pillowy softness of her ivory breast.

"Relax, baby," he whispered into the fragrant warmth of her full-fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go… and you won't be sorry."

Uncertain of what she should do, Kathy let herself go almost completely limp as he had commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing onto her moist mouth. The thought crossed her befuddled mind that this was the first time another man had kissed her since she had been married. She had practically forgotten what it was like and had to admit to herself that he did know what he was doing, that he actually seemed fairly accomplished as a lover. In spite of what she considered was valiant effort on her part to resist any emotional response whatsoever, she could feel tiny, butterfly-like ripples of pleasure flitting suddenly through her nervously quivering stomach. Without conscious will, she allowed her arms to entwine tightly behind his head, but then, as she felt the short bristly hairs that grew from the nape of his thick, muscular neck, so different from the soft, curling tendrils, almost silk-like, that always hung over Henry's shirt collar, Kathy drew back reflexively in startled horror. What was she doing with this strange man, her own husband's boss? What on earth was wrong with her?

"No, Max, no, we can't… can't do this," she cried out in real fright as she tried to twist away from his insistent, presumptuous embrace.

"Why not, baby?" Max whispered, breathing thickly, sliding one hand down to the soft roundness of her enticing young buttocks and pulling her loins forward rudely until her dress slithered far up her smooth creamy thigh pressed tightly against the rough woolen fabric of his trousers. "Your dear hubby is probably down there playing between one of his models legs this very minute. What's the matter, are you afraid to even the score a little?"