Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride

Fantasy sex stories: Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride. Author: asscheeks. This story is including: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Humiliation

Fantasy sex stories: Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride

Author: asscheeks

It was the late afternoon on a Friday, and I was sitting at my desk at work counting down the minutes until the start of the weekend. My buddy, Ken, poked his head in the doorway to my office.

“Hey, you gonna make it to the big boss man’s wedding tomorrow?” Ken asked.

“Oh shit! I forgot. I guess. Do we have a choice?” I asked.

“They’re calculating bonuses next week, so no, not really.” Ken replied.

“Dammit. Well, then yes, I guess I’ll be there.” I said.

It had completely slipped my mind that my sadistic boss, Alan, was getting married that weekend. I had already made plans to get out of town for a couple of days, but now I was going to have to cancel my plans and go to Alan’s wedding.

“He’s an asshole, but at least the alcohol’s free.” Ken said.

“Yea, that’s some consolation. Have you even met his fiancée?” I asked.

“Nope. I haven’t met her, but I hear she’s smoking hot.” Ken answered, “I’m outta here. See you tomorrow.”

“Later,” I said. Ken looked around, and made sure no one saw him leaving early, and he hurriedly walked to the door and snuck out. About ten minutes later, I crept out too.

Later, that evening, I decided to pop into my neighborhood bar for a beer. I walked into the crowded bar, and took a seat on a barstool at the end of the bar. I got about halfway through my first beer, and my cell phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hey, yeah. It’s your boss, Alan. I’m glad you answered. Hey, I’m busy, so I need you to go through all the client emails from this afternoon and do follow-ups.” Alan ordered me.

“I’m kinda busy, Al. It’s the weekend now—” I began.

“Well, that’s too bad.” Alan said, and he hung up the phone.

I decided to ignore his demand for awhile, and enjoy my beer instead. He was busy, and he would probably forget that he ever asked. I would just take my chances and deal with it later. I called my buddy, Ken.

“Ken, hey, Al’s barking at me to do a bunch of bullshit….” I said.

“Just ignore it, bro. He’s just being an asshole, as usual. Just do your thing.” Ken said. “I wouldn’t waste my Friday. I know that I’m going out drinking, and I wouldn’t let anyone stop me.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said, and then I hung up my phone.

I sat at the bar, drinking beers, trying to cool my temper off for a couple of hours. I chatted it up with the bartender and the random locals that came and went. I was about to tab out and head home, when a group of hot girls walked into the bar together. There were a few empty barstools beside me, and they walked straight to them.

“Are these seats taken?” one of the girls asked.

“No, have a seat.” I replied.

They were dressed up for a night on the town, and if I had to guess, I would have thought they were celebrating one of their birthdays. Their outfits weren’t matching, but they were each wearing very similar, short cocktail dresses and heels. The girl sitting closest to me had a short, curly blond perm just past her shoulders. She was about 5’7″ in her heels, and she was about 24 years old. Her eyes were blue, and she was wearing small, diamond earrings. She had a small, cute button nose. Her laugh was loud, and obnoxious. She was thin, and had B-cup breasts. She looked like she spent a lot of time at the gym. I guessed that she was a work-hard/play-hard girl; the type that works really hard during the week and turns into a wild party animal on the weekends.

“So, what are you doing here tonight?” She asked me.

“Just unwinding after work.” I replied.

“Me too. My name’s Emily” She said.

“Hi Emily. It’s nice to meet you.” I said.

“Are you having a good time?” Emily asked.

“Yea, I guess so. I have to go to a wedding tomorrow, so I’m trying to get the most out of my one free day.” I said.

“That sucks.” Emily said. “Well, we’re bar hopping, if you want to run around with us?”

“Sure, why not? That sounds like fun.” I said.

This is exactly what I needed. I thought about my boss’ phone call for a moment, and then quickly dismissed the thought. Emily turned to her friends, they huddled together, and then started chattering inaudibly. Then Emily turned back to me.

“This place is lame. Let’s go somewhere else.” She said.

“Okay.” I replied. I flagged down the bartender, closed out my tab, and the four of us exited the bar together.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“We’re going to stop by Jen’s place and have some drinks and then go back out.” Emily said, “She lives right around the corner.”

One of the other girls turned to me and said, “I live only like two blocks from here.” She was about 5’2″, also about 24 years old. She was skinny, and was wearing a tight black cocktail dress. She had short straight black hair just past her ears.

“Cool. Let’s do it.” I said to Jen.

The four of us walked two blocks down the street to Jen’s house, and walked inside. Me, Emily, and other girl sat at a small square dining room table, while Jen started pouring drinks in the kitchen. Emily sat to my right, and Mary sat to my left. The table appeared to be a poker table that was adapted for dining room purposes.

“Hi, we haven’t met yet. I’m Mary.” the other girl said.

“Hi Mary. It’s nice to meet you.” I said.

Mary was short, about 5’1″ with heels, and she had short black curly hair. She was wearing a white cocktail dress, with a diagonal black stripe stretching from her right shoulder down to her left hip. She had dark brown eyes, and was wearing dark blue mascara. She had plump, juicy lips, glistening with dark pink lip gloss. She had unusually large breasts for her small frame, and her ass was plump and round.

Jen emerged from the kitchen, carrying four glasses filled with some type of purple alcoholic concoction. She had a bottle of vodka tucked underneath her arm. She handed us each a glass, and placed the bottle on the table. Jen sat down across from me, and raised her glass.

“To us!” She said, as we all clinked our glasses together.

“To us!” we all said together, and began drinking.

It was a tasty drink. I guessed that it was probably vodka and some type of fruit juice. Beyond that, I had no idea what we were drinking. I didn’t really care either, because I was about to get drunk with three hot girls. The girls guzzled down their drinks without taking a single breath. I was impressed, and I followed suit, pouring my entire drink down my throat.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Good, huh? Want another?” Jen asked.

“Sure.” I said.

Jen went back to the kitchen and reemerged carrying an armload of mixers, and a bucket of ice cubes. She mixed up some more cocktails, and we all continued drinking.

“Oooooh! Let’s play a game!” Emily said.

“Okay!” Mary said.

“Truth or dare! It’s always fun when we’re drunk!” Emily exclaimed.

I didn’t say anything. I just waited eagerly, to see what would happen next.

“Are you in?” Emily asked me.

“I sure am!” I exclaimed.

“You go first then. Truth or dare?” Emily asked me.

“Truth.” I replied.

“We’ll start easy. Do you have a girlfriend?” Emily asked.

“No.” I answered.

“Your turn.” She said.

“Truth or dare?” I asked Emily.

“Dare.” Emily replied.

“Oooooh.” Jen said.

“I dare you to take a shot of vodka.” I said. Without a moment of hesitation, Emily picked up the bottle of vodka and took a long pull. She gulped down at least two shots and swallowed.

“Ahhh…. My turn. Okay, Mary, Truth or dare?” Emily asked.

“Dare.” Mary replied.

“Show us your tits!” Emily said, laughing hysterically. They had obviously been drinking for awhile before I met them.

Mary raised her arms, and Jen reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Mary pulled down her dress and then reached behind her back and unclasped her black bra and tossed it on the floor. She had large, round, breasts, and small, pink nipples. She laughed, and then immediately took her turn.

“Okay. I see how it is.” Mary said, laughing. “New guy, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I replied, trying to play it safe.

“How big are you?” Mary asked.

I paused for a moment and then nervously said, “I’ve been told that I’m larger than average.” I was staring at Mary’s breasts, and my penis became erect.

“Emily, truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.” Emily said.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Nope.” Emily answered. “Truth or dare?” She asked me.

“Dare.” I answered. I was getting very excited, and hoped that the party would get wilder.

“Show us.” Emily said.

“Show you what?” I asked.

“Show us how big you are.” Emily said.

“Okay.” I said. I stood up from my chair, and unzipped my jeans and pulled them, and my boxer shorts, down to my knees. I flopped my large penis onto the table.

“Nice!” Mary said.

“Well, you didn’t lie.” Emily said.

“Jen. Truth or dare?” I asked. I sat back down in my seat, with my pants still pulled down.

“Truth.” Jen replied.

“Do you wear panties?” I asked.

Jen stood up from her chair, and reached up her dress, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them.

“Not anymore.” Jen said. We all laughed.

“Emily. Truth or dare?” Jen asked.

“Dare!” Emily replied enthusiastically.

“Touch it.” Jen said.

Emily leaned over towards me, and reached down between my legs with her left hand. She gently touched my penis with her fingertips, and my cock spasmed and jumped a little bit. Emily giggled.

“Touch it.” Jen insisted.

Emily wrapped her small hand around my shaft and gave it a quick stroke. All of the girls giggled uncontrollably. Mary’s large breasts shook as she laughed. My cock was as hard as a rock.

“Jen. Truth or dare?” Emily asked.

“Dare.” Jen replied.

“You touch it.” Emily said.

Underneath the table, I heard Jen’s shoes drop to the floor. She extended her both legs, and slowly ran her toes up my thighs. She gently placed one foot on each side of my penis, and stroked me a few times with her feet.

“Mmmm…. That’s nice.” I said. They all laughed again.

“Emily. Truth or dare?” Jen asked.

“Dare. Of course.” Emily replied.

“Lick it.” Jen shot back immediately.