My husband's boss

The phone rang at half past ten in the evening. Marina was already lathering up in the shower when the phone vibrated on the shelf. The screen read, "Viktor Petrovich – Dima's boss." - Hello? - Marinochka, hi. Are you still awake? - No... what happened? Is Dima okay? "Everything's fine with Dima. Almost. It's just that there's something we need to talk about, and it's better not over the phone. Could you come to my office now? It concerns his promotion. And your future, too, by the way." Marina froze. Her husband had been waiting for this position for three months already, and Viktor Petrovich was a real dog, everyone in the department knew. But she couldn't refuse. - Okay... I'll be there in forty minutes. She quickly pulled on black lace stockings with a wide cuff, a red thong, a short dress, and heels. "Just in case," she thought, though her insides were already clenching with anticipation. The office was almost empty. Only the director's office was lit. Viktor Petrovich sat at his desk, wearing a white shirt unbuttoned two buttons, grinning like a wolf. - Come in, beauty. Lock the door. Marina sat down opposite him. He didn't delay. - Look. Your Dimochka at the last corporate party was a little… relaxed. Here, take a look. He turned the monitor. The video showed her husband fucking some secretary in the bathroom. Everything was clear: his face, his voice, the way he came in her mouth. "If this gets to that client's wife... Dima'll be kicked out. And I can hush it up. Or, on the contrary, send it to everyone." Marina turned pale. - What do you want? Victor stood up, walked around the table, and stood directly in front of her. His trousers were already bulging. - I want you. Right here and now. And not just "one time." I want you to work hard for your husband's promotion. Agree, and tomorrow he'll be a senior manager. Refuse, and tomorrow he'll be unemployed. Marina swallowed. Her hands instinctively reached for the zipper on her dress. - Just... no video, okay? - I promise. For now. She stood up, her dress falling to her feet. Victor whistled: - Wow. Stockings... I love it when a woman wears stockings. Leave the panties on too. He abruptly turned her around to face the table, lifted her dress, and yanked her thong down to her knees. Two thick fingers immediately plunged into her already wet pussy. - You're already leaking, slut. Did you know you'd have to suck your husband's boss? Marina only moaned. Victor unzipped his pants, pulled out a thick, sinewy cock about twenty-five centimeters long, and without warning, rammed it all the way into her balls. Marina screamed, clutching the edge of the table. - Aaaah! Fuck... deep... He started pounding her hard, holding her by the hair like a horse. - That's it, bitch. Give it a go. Your husband will now bow at my feet for this promotion, and you'll have to swallow my cum. Five minutes later, he pulled out his penis, turned Marina onto her knees, and shoved it into her mouth. She sucked greedily, drool running down her chin, her stockings already stained with drops of her own secretions. At that moment, the office door opened. Two people entered: the deputy boss, Sergei, and a young intern, Maxim. "Oh, just in time," Victor chuckled, still pulling his cock from Marina's mouth. "Guys, meet Dima's wife. She really wants her husband to get a promotion today." Sergei was already unbuttoning his pants. - Can I do it in the ass? I've been dreaming of fucking that idiot's wife for ages. Marina was laid on a wide leather sofa. Victor lay underneath her and entered her pussy. Sergey, from behind, spat on her anus and slowly but surely pushed his thick cock into her tight ass. Maxim knelt by her face and thrust his long, slightly curved cock into her mouth. Now three of them were fucking her. Completely. Pussy, ass, and mouth all at once. "Mmmmmph!" Marina moaned, her eyes rolling back. Victor growled from below: - Look how she's flowing! Her pussy is like a bucket! Squeeze some more, bitch! Sergey spanked her on the ass: - Your ass is tight, like a girl's. I'm going to fill you up now, slut. Maxim held her head and fucked her throat: - Deeper, take it deeper... oh, fuck, swallow it! Victor came first—right into her womb, thickly and hotly. Marina felt the sperm filling her and began to cum herself, squirting all over his balls. The stream spurted so hard that it splashed Sergey's legs. - Aaaaaaah! More! Don't stop! - she screamed, already completely broken. Sergey pulled out of her ass and came too—long, thick streams all over her stockings and back. Maxim pulled out of her mouth and drenched her face and hair—cum running down her cheeks and dripping onto her lips. But they didn't stop. They turned her over and put her on all fours. Now Maxim was in her pussy, Sergey in her mouth, and Viktor was back in her ass. Her stockings were soaking wet, her panties were lying somewhere under the sofa. Marina couldn't think straight anymore—she just moaned, wiggled, and begged for more. By three in the morning, the entire sofa was covered in semen, her squirt, and streaks. Her face was streaked with makeup, her hair was matted, and her stockings were torn in several places. Victor finally fell off, breathing heavily. - That's it, Marinochka. Tomorrow your Dima is the chief manager. And you... can come once a month. For "reporting." Marina barely stood up, her legs shaking. Cum flowed down her inner thighs and dripped onto the floor. She lifted her wet panties, put them directly on her soaked pussy, and straightened her dress. “Just don’t tell Dima,” she said quietly. Victor laughed: - We won't tell. But if you suddenly want more, call. We have a whole team here who values... devoted wives. Marina left the office and called a taxi. In the backseat, she spread her legs and smeared sperm over her wet pussy with her fingers, smiling into the darkness. “Fuck… I’m now my husband’s boss’s official whore,” she whispered and moaned softly from a new surge of excitement. The taxi driver in the rearview mirror just swallowed. Marina caught his gaze and smiled cheekily: - Watch the road, handsome. Otherwise, you'll want to stand in line too.