Mi esposa y su jefe

I never can forget this date, October 29th, 2015. I was in front of a red traffic light, my workday had ended earlier than expected and I was heading to deliver the van that the company where I work has rented. The disc was about to change when the flashy and expensive car of my wife's boss crossed in front of me, I could guess Alba, my wife, was inside. A sudden impulse pushed me to follow them discreetly. I drove behind them at a prudent distance, they were heading towards the outskirts of the city, I was surprised by the direction they took since the furniture store where my wife works should have been open to customers at that hour. They parked in the most secluded and discreet area of the basketball court pavilion where my hometown team plays, I approached prudently and parked the van about 15 meters away from Miguel Angel's car, parallel to it. I reclined the seat to hide myself, apparently they didn't notice my presence. Alba and her boss, Miguel Angel, seemed to be arguing inside the car, my wife was moving energetically with her hands. Miguel Angel is the owner of a furniture store with a lot of tradition in the city, he's 58 years old, a millionaire divorcee, about 1.90 meters tall, very muscular and athletic, practicing several sports, paddleball, gym, and golf mainly, a true winner in life. Miguel Angel got out of his flashy car and lit a cigarette, after about 30 seconds my wife got out, standing behind me and in front of her boss. Miguel Angel threw away his cigarette butt and grabbing Alba's waist gave her a tremendous kiss, my wife agitated her hands trying to get free but her boss held her by the wrists immobilizing her. My cock became very hard and I noticed my pre-seminal liquid starting to stain my underwear. Alba stopped struggling and hugged her boss while Miguel Angel's hands descended down her back of my wife until it rested on her buttocks, rubbing and kneading them to her entire liking. A true man would have given his face and fought for his wife, I couldn't or didn't want to do so, the pleasure of morbidness, seeing another man was putting his hand in my wife caused an excitement unknown until then and I began to caress my cock above my pants. The powerful hands of my wife's boss slipped under Alba's skirt, lifting the hem up to her waist, leaving only her buttocks covered by the fine dental thread of her thong. Alba, submissively, had placed her face on the shoulder of her mature lover and at the same time held the rolled-up skirt in her belt, while Miguel Angel caressed and buttocked my wife's ass. They kissed again, it was a dirty kiss full of luxury and obscenity. The hands of my wife's lover squeezed her buttocks hard, playing with her dental thread, while Miguel Angel forced his leg between my wife's thighs. I watched open-mouthed and drooling the scene while inside my van I jerked off desperately. Alba separated from her boss, put her head through the car window, forming an L shape, when her boss took advantage of it to give her a tremendous slap on the buttocks in front of my wife's laughter, Alba stood up with her phone in hand. Miguel Angel turned my wife around, leaving Alba at his back. His boss's hands passed under Alba's armpits, imprisoning my wife's breasts, the very bastard moving his hips hard and thrusting his huge cock against Alba's buttocks. At that moment my phone rang, it was my wife, terribly nervous and very excited, I answered her call: Alba: hello, my love, how are you?. Me: here, working, and you?. I turned back to where the couple played, Miguel Angel was rubbing my wife's breasts with total impunity, his hands separated The melena of my wife and I kissed her on the nape of the neck. I: Does anything happen to you, my love? Alba: Nothing, my life, suddenly I got a chill. I: Be careful, treasure, do you call me from work? - Alba: Yes, well no, I had to leave with my boss to visit some clients. While talking to my wife, I continued contemplating how her boss's son, the slut, was sticking his hand in with total impunity. One of his hands slipped under my wife's skirt, my wife opened her legs so that her mature boss could penetrate her depilated pussy with his fingers. Alba: I'm calling because I'm very hot, I want to make love when you get home. I: I desire you, my life, you've made me very horny and I want you to enjoy yourself. At that moment, Alba moaned like a real slut in heat. I: What's wrong, darling? Have you hurt yourself?. Alba: I hit something very hard, I have to leave you, love, I'll see you at home, I'll be waiting without panties. I: I love you, my life, enjoy and don't let your boss tyrant enslave you. The communication cut off, Miguel Angel laughed with great laughter while eating Alba's earlobe. His hand continued under my wife's skirt, my wife's face reflected a disheveled expression of pleasure and lust as she felt her boss's fingers profaning her pussy as a married woman. After a long and prolonged makeout session, Miguel Angel opened the back door of his car and got in, Alba followed him. I passed to the back seat of the van giving thanks for having tinted windows. I could see how her boss arched under his neat pants and grabbed my wife's hair, pulling her down with force. Alba's face was at the level of his cock, her head went up and down in sync with the expert hand movements of Miguel Angel's hand. I increased the pace of my masturbation. Alba, my faithful and modern wife, who had never given me a blowjob despite the times I've begged her, was swallowing... her boss's cock without any embarrassment. They were in that position for several minutes, my wife was eating the cock and testicles of her boss while watching Miguel Angel arching with pleasure repeatedly due to the received pleasure. Alba reclined on the back seat, perfectly seeing how Miguel Angel put his hands under my wife's skirt, took off her stockings and thong. He smelled my wife's intimate garment and threw it onto the front seat. Alba took off her sweater and bra, putting herself astride her mature boss, looking at him in the face. She knew what was going to happen, with a strong blow from his hip Miguel Angel impaled my wife until her testicles, I came like a pig, five or six cum shots stained the cloth covering my cock and still I soiled my pants with my own hot cum. My wife's face reflected lust and sick pleasure, never had I seen her like that. Her tits were bobbing up and down with each hip thrust of that guy. Alba was impaled by Miguel Angel almost for a quarter of an hour. My wife disengaged and turned around to have Miguel Angel impale her again. It was evident that my wife's mature boss was all stallion, not like me, Miguel Angel's hands grasped my wife's tits, pulling hard on her nipples, I came again like the pig I am. Alba was supporting herself with her hands on the headrests of her boss's car, facilitating his penetration. I opened a little window in my van, luckily Miguel Angel had also opened his window, and I could hear clearly the gasps and moans of pleasure from my wife. At that moment I came for the second time, screaming with pleasure at seeing my wife being fucked by a real man. Miguel Angel kept pumping into my wife, Alba's tits were bouncing and jumping as a result of the extremely hard thrusts she was receiving. After several minutes he arched, screamed and came in my wife's entrails, my wife remained exhausted empalada still by her lover's cock, they were in that position for several minutes, Alba with her back against the torso of her boss while Miguel Angel played with my wife's breasts and nipples, kissing her desperately. The lovers disengaged, Alba leaned forward, I suppose to clean her boss's cock since Miguel Angel's hands returned to Alba's head. I looked at my watch, my wife's boss had fucked my wife for fifty-five minutes, I was perplexed and amazed. Miguel Angel got out of the car, lit a cigarette and started peeing. His flaccid cock was tremendous, about fifteen centimeters long, incredibly thick, and his stream lasted almost half a minute, I couldn't take my eyes off that huge and tremendous dick. My wife and her lover left, I waited for a while remembering the most exciting experience I'd ever had, I masturbated three times thinking about how cuck I am. I went back home, my wife was still wearing the same clothes she'd been fucked in, she smelled of sweat and sex. I leaned over Alba, kissed her mouth with desperation and gluttony, the mouth that had swallowed and eaten Miguel Angel's enormous cock. We went to our bedroom, I ripped off my wife's clothes, there was no thong, I opened her legs and put my head between them. Her pussy tasted delicious, there were still remnants of the cum from her boss's stallion, I ate it all while my wife moaned with pleasure. After several minutes, I noticed contractions in my wife's vagina and Alba came like a true woman in heat. I lay down next to my wife, Alba put a condom on me and asked me to make her give me a blow job. She refused because she found it disgusting, she masturbated calling me cuck at my ear, and before I could penetrate her, I came like a fool. Now I'm wondering if this is the first time my wife has cheated or if it's happened before, when I think That my boss could have fucked my wife in the furniture store, on any of the mattresses, beds or sofas, even on our own marital bed that we bought there, makes me excited.