Seducing the boss's wife

I'd been noticing her at all the company parties for a long time. Our director's wife, Olga, was about thirty-nine years old, but she looked as if time had only enhanced her. Tall, well-groomed, with gorgeous D-cup breasts that always swayed slightly under thin blouses or dresses, and a backside that was a work of art: round, firm, and high, so high that I'd get an erection whenever she walked by in a tight skirt. Her husband, our boss, usually got drunk quickly, started shouting toasts and hugging everyone in sight, while she sat off to the side, bored, twirling her glass of wine in her fingers and occasionally catching my eye. I knew she saw me staring at her, but she never let on. Just a faint smile at the corners of her lips and slightly narrowed eyes. This time, the corporate party was especially noisy—New Year's Eve in the large hall of the office restaurant. By ten o'clock, the boss was barely able to stand, blaring songs and groping his secretaries. Olga sat at her desk in her low-cut black dress, barely able to contain her enormous breasts. I caught her eye several times, and at one point, she nodded toward the hallway. My heart started pounding. I went out, pretending to smoke, and a minute later she appeared next to me—no longer holding a glass, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Stas," she said quietly, coming so close I could smell her expensive perfume and the warmth of her body. "You always look at me like that... And my husband's already passed out. Shall we go? There's no one in his office right now. I'm tired of sitting here and pretending to be a happy wife." She took my hand and pulled me along the dark corridor. The door to the boss's office was unlocked. As soon as we entered, Olga locked it from the inside, turned to me, and pressed her whole body against me. Her ample breasts pressed against my chest, and her hand immediately went to my fly. "I've seen you staring at my ass for three years now," she whispered against my lips before capturing them with a greedy kiss. Her tongue immediately entered my mouth, hot and demanding. I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezed those gorgeous cheeks through her dress, and pulled her close. She moaned into the kiss and began to grind her hips against me. "Undress me," she breathed, breaking away for a second. "Quickly. I'm already wet just thinking about it." I unzipped her dress, and it fell to her feet. Beneath it lay a black lace set: a bra that barely contained her enormous breasts, and thin panties, already soaking wet. I pulled the bra off, and her breasts spilled out—heavy, full, with large, dark pink nipples that were already erect. I greedily sank my lips into one, sucking and licking it with my tongue, while I kneaded the other with my hand. Olga ran her fingers through my hair and arched, moaning loudly: - Yes... that's it... suck harder... I dropped to my knees right on the office carpet, pulled down her panties, and buried my face in her smoothly shaved pussy. She was already dripping wet and hot, her labia swollen and glistening. I parted them with my tongue, wrapped my lips around her clit, and began to gently suck, simultaneously inserting two fingers into her vagina. Olga spread her legs wide, leaned her back against the boss's desk, and began to rub her face against mine, drenching my mouth with her precum. “O-o-o... Stas... lick me... deeper... I haven’t really come in so long...” she moaned, her whole body shaking. I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and did everything I could with my tongue: swirling it around her clit, deep-fucking her pussy, and caressing her asshole with my thumb. She came quickly and powerfully—she shook all over, pressed herself against my face, and spilled a hot stream of her juices into my mouth. I licked her dry until she went limp. Olga didn't let me get up. She pushed me onto the boss's leather sofa, unbuttoned my pants herself, and pulled out my now-rock-hard cock. "So thick..." she whispered admiringly and immediately wrapped her lips around it. She sucked greedily, deeply, swallowing almost to the very base, simultaneously stroking the shaft with her hand and rolling my balls. Looking into my eyes, she licked the head with her tongue, circling the hole, and drooling. I grabbed her hair and began to impale her mouth on my cock, fucking her throat. Olga only moaned and masturbated her pussy with her other hand. I couldn't resist and came right into her mouth—in powerful, thick streams. She swallowed every last drop, licked my cock, and smiled: - Mmm... delicious... Now I want you to fuck me properly. She sat on my lap, face to face, parted her wet lips, and in one movement impaled herself on my cock, balls deep. Her enormous breasts bounced in front of my face, her nipples rubbing against my chest. Olga began to bounce wildly, moaning loudly and scratching my back with her nails. “Fuck me… harder… come on…” she growled, giving herself completely. I grabbed her gorgeous ass, spanked it, and helped her thrust deeper. Then I flipped her over on the boss's desk, entered her hot, dripping pussy from behind, and began pounding her hard, watching her luscious ass sway. I licked my finger and carefully inserted it into her ass. Olga howled with pleasure and began to impale herself on both my finger and my cock simultaneously. "Do you want to go there?" she breathed out. "Come on... I want it in the ass today..." I slowly inserted the head of my cock into her tight, hot ass. She moaned, but pulled back. I began to move, slowly at first, then faster, holding her hips. Olga masturbated her pussy with her hand and screamed so loudly that I was afraid we would be heard in the hall. I spanked her ass, fucked her deeper, and finally came—a hot, long fountain right into her ass. Olga came with me, shaking all over and going limp on the table. We lay there for a few more minutes, breathing heavily. Olga turned over, pressed her enormous breasts against me, and kissed me on the lips. "Stas... you can't even imagine how long I've wanted this. My husband hasn't fucked me for a year now. And you... you did what I only dreamed of." I ran my hand over her still trembling bottom and smiled: "I've always wanted you. We can do it again if the boss gets drunk again or goes on a business trip." She laughed a low, contented laugh and pressed herself closer: "Of course. Now help me get myself together. And we'll go back to the hall as if nothing happened." I helped her put on her dress and zipped up my pants. We left the office with innocent expressions, but I already knew: she definitely wouldn't be bored at the next corporate events. And neither would I.