Hospital Tease to Boss’s Bed: My Raw One-Night Fuck with Hubby’s Boss

I crossed my legs tight again, tugging my short skirt to hide my thick, black-stockinged thighs from my husband’s boss. Damn, they felt too fat. Flattered this 50-something stud ogled me in the stifling hospital room, but fuck, have some shame. Hubby lay there, arm cast slung high, neck brace pinning his eyes to the ceiling. They bullshitted work for an hour, him clueless as Pierre’s gaze raped my legs.

I’d dolled up for the big boss visit—short fiery red crop, almond-green wool suit from my daughter’s wedding. Heat hit hard; I ditched the jacket. My white blouse strained over my lacy bra, tits spilling. Pierre’s eyes dipped to my bushy armpits, dark curls peeking. I blushed—bet he pictured my hairy cunt. Nurse brought dinner; relief. Then hubby asks Pierre to drive me home, skip the night bus. Fuming, powerless, I spoon-fed him, legs splayed wide on the bed edge. Skirt hiked, split ass-back rode up twenty cm. Knew my yellow thong gaped, pubes escaping my wild bush. His rough hand grazed bare thigh at stocking top, ‘helping’ adjust the bed. Asshole. I’d rip him in the parking lot.

The Approach

In his big Benz, thighs clenched, no feminist rant. Coward? Later, I lied. He hated eating alone—Michelin spot? Sold. Luxury blew me: silver domes lifting to gourmet art, cheese carts gliding. I played bored bourgeoise, tipsy on fine wines. Chatted easy; he listened, joked. Liked him now. Then that skinny blonde next table—tits out, ass flexing, eye-fucking him. Rage boiled. Grabbed his hand: ‘Why ignore her?’ He grinned: ‘Wanna grope your fat tits, roux. Suck that full mouth, pound your firm hairy ass, tongue your bushy slit.’ Blushed fire, bolted to bathroom.

Piss gushing, thong at ankles. Life’s short—neighbor died aneurysm. Sex routine: Saturday porn, garters, quick pump. Needed this. Vengeance hit: balled yellow panties, pocketed them. Sashayed back, thighs squeezed, feeling naked, pussy lips rubbing. Blonde glances; I drop thong on table. Pierre sniffs, kisses my hand. Victory! Euphoric, sorbet down, his foot pries my legs. Skirt climbs; napkin drops. Thighs wide, hairy gash exposed seconds. Heart pounds—fuck, we’re doing this.

Long tender foreplay in his luxe pad, fire flickering shadows. Kept black stockings. He sucked heavy tits till brown nipples hardened. Dove into my frizzy bush, tongue wriggling my juicy slit like a fish. Doggy: ass spread, hole gaping, he slurps clit, rims hairy crack, fingers ass deep. I growl. He sprawls naked on plush rug; I squat, thighs flexing, grinding sopping lips on his mouth. Hump waves; cream floods, clit orgasms rack me.

The Explosion

Grab his thick cock, pump hard. Deep slow suck, vacuum lips, tits swinging wild, sweat pouring. He flips me, legs over shoulders, rams in brutal. Plows my hairy chasm, balls slapping. I scream cum; hot jizz floods. Lick him clean, salty trails.

Morning sun stabs. Breakfast cart: jams, cretan honey, brioche. Kiss him nude under sheet, shower memories. Mouth sticky orange marmelade, beg honey. Grins, smears cock thick. I devour, cheeks hollow, ass gripped tight. He tweaks milky tits, fingers bush.

Straddle reverse, guide honey-slick prick to my shithole. Inch down slow, hips rolling, balls-deep. Pain flares, then dilates—fuck my ass hard! He pistons; I ride waves, belly full. Second assfuck ever, my choice.

Done. Dressed sharp. ‘One night only. Keep memories pure.’ Kiss goodbye, stranger again. Back to gray life, cunt tingling secrets.