This is something I'm not entirely proud of, yet the money I get is keeping us afloat financially.
Over the past eighteen months, my husband's boss Chad has been fucking me every Monday morning at home, and every Friday afternoon at a motel which his company supply bed sheets to.

My husband's job was at risk which would have made things extremely tough for us, if not impossible at the time. I went to see Chad and explained our financial position. He immediately told me if I got on my knees and sucked him dry, he'd take my husband's name off the redundancy register.

I'd known Chad for years, so I knew he'd always had a thing for me. But at fifty two even though he's quite handsome, he wasn't for me. There'd always been rumors about his penis size, but I put those down to men being men and bragging.
When Chad walked around his desk, undid his trousers and lowered his boxers, I knew the rumors were true. Chads cock looked enormous. Way way bigger than my husbands and thicker too. Smiling at me, Chad said "It's your choice".
The fact was, I didn't have a choice and Chad knew it. Kneeling down on his office carpet, I reached out and took hold of his mammoth cock. Before I had chance to suck in his cock, Chad added "You keep me happy from now, and believe me, you and your husband won't have to worry about finances".

Opening my mouth as wide as it would go, I slid Chads cock over my tongue and felt it hardening with each inch that passed into my mouth. By the time I'd sucked on it a few minutes, it was so big I could only get around four inches in my mouth. Even so Chad was moaning and holding onto my head, fucking my mouth and telling how much he'd longed for me to suck on his dick.

Cupping his balls and sucking on his cock hard, I was hoping he'd cum quickly. Yet Chad just kept on fucking my mouth. Then all of a sudden he pulled away and lifted me up. Having me lean over his desk, he lifted my loose fitting long skirt over my back, ripped of my panties and whistled when he saw my tight ass and pussy from behind. Telling me it could get even better for us if I allowed him to fuck me, I turned my head and and told a man I'd known even before my husband worked at his company, I only wanted him to feel good.

I'm not going to lie to you, I didn't want him to fuck me at first. I thought I'd be able to save my husbands job, our home and everything we'd worked hard for by sucking on Chad's cock. But only a few strokes of his cock deep inside of my pussy, after he'd spread my c**t walls so far, I was already building up to what was such an amazingly strong orgasm. From the soles of my feet, to the hair raising at the back of my head, my orgasm absolutely tore through me. And it kept on flooding though my pussy and clit, as Chad carried on screwing me so deeply.

I'm not sure now how many orgasms I had, or how long he fucked me for. What I do know, is by the time he had me ride his awesome cock as he sat on his office chair, I was longing for him to fuck me as long and as hard as he wished.
If I had to describe chads way of fucking me that day, it would be rough and almost teenage like. He was like a child in a candy store, and I loved how he tore my blouse open to suck on my small tits, making my large (They are long) nipples stand right out. From his growing noises and his quickened pace, I knew he was close to cumming. So instead of rising too much, I ground down onto his cock and tightened my pussy. It had two massive effects. Firstly he cum erupted up my pussy filling me like never before and secondly I had the mother of all climaxes. I swear I'd never had such an overwhelming orgasm, and one which had my whole body shaking like a leaf in a storm.
Once I'd eventually calmed down, I lifted off his cock and looked at it shining with my juices and his cum. I saw the look on his face and knew what he wanted. Dropping back down, I lifted up his softening cock and slurped up every drop of fluid along his huge cock shaft and balls.

Sneaking me through a back entrance close to his office, Chad put me in my car and wished me safe driving. We'd already discussed me visiting him again, and it didn't I can tell you, take too much persuasion to have me going back for more.
Our sexual liaisons increased from that day to twice a week. Monday mornings are perfect for me, as I work from home that day and my husband works an earlier shift. We waist no time when Chad calls by as he only has and hour. Invariably I'm already horny from masturbation, and take his cock with too much fore play. Fridays have become a day for me to look forward to now though as we spend far more time at the motel, having the kind of sex most people won't even attempt. I'm not going to go into that now, but needless to say it's not your normal everyday fucking.

Chad has enabled my husband and I to begin to live comfortably too, as my husband has taken not only kept his job, but also he's taken on a new role in the company, which has almost doubled his salary. I too now work part time for Chad, which means our Friday afternoons are covered by out weekly meetings to resolve his companies issues.
Whether my husband has any inclination I don't know, but recently he did mention I might want to keep on working "HARD" for Chad, stressing the word hard. If he does know or suspects something, then he's not said anything.
Am I proud I'm essentially cheating on my husband. No I'm not. But am I satisfied to still have a marriage, a home and a husband who's life would have been in turmoil if he'd have lost his job.

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