The Boss's Wife ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

THE BOSS’S WIFE

What a cracking match, well worth staying in on that Friday evening for, instead of going down the pub, mind you, if they had been showing the game that’s precisely where I’d have been. Never mind, as said just now, this had been a game of football to truly savour, flowing with plenty of action, a bit of controversy to ‘spice’ things up, and plenty of goals. Quite appropriate really that it had finished ‘honours even,’ an equalising goal deep into stoppage time levelling matters up. Both teams had given their all here, and this had been a magnificent contest.

One that I had enjoyed as a ‘neutral,’ not being a fan of either side. Indeed, most Premiership matches this season could be viewed on that basis, the team from the city of my birth, the one I followed, having had such a disastrous campaign last time, dropping out of the top division of English football. So, with no particular outcome being desired, I could really watch proceedings without affection, just enjoying the ‘flow’ of action, of which there was plenty, without any emotional investment at all, without wishing for any specific result. Take that last minute levelling score for instance, if I did support one of the sides, then my emotions would have been fully tested, either I’d have been extremely dis-appointed to have been ‘pegged back,’ or I’d have been delighted to have got something from a game that appeared to have been heading for defeat. Instead, I could enjoy having witnessed such a sporting spectacle.

As the happenings drew to a close, I realised that I needed to empty the bladder, just because I hadn’t visited the local hostelry, that didn’t mean I hadn’t partaken of any alcohol consumption that evening, just a few bottles of beer from the nearest supermarket. And as any beer drinker will tell you, you don’t buy such a beverage, you rent it. Meaning very shortly after it has entered one’s body at one end, it wants to leave at the other! My house being quite small, this meant I had to pass by the front door on my way to the bathroom, and I noticed a large A4 manila envelope had been passed though the letterbox. Mind you, that’d have to wait for just now, the bladder was calling!

Having done the required ‘business’ I grabbed the envelope on my way back to the sitting room, in order to enjoy the ‘post-match’ analysis from the so-called ‘experts,’ in all fairness the majority of these were ex-players of some renown, and therefore did possess a fair degree of knowledge as to just what they were talking about, but that rapidly paled into insignificance when the contents of said envelope reviewed themselves.

These included photographs of a past sexual relationship, and some of the antics that I had participated in during that, which although thoroughly enjoyable from my point of view, could be construed as highly embarrassing and I’d much rather remained in the past, where they truly belonged. Who had sent them to me, how had they obtained them, and just what did they intend here? Far more important to me now than the views of some ex-player as to a mere football match that had just taken place, rather concentrating my mind, as you can all imagine.

An accompanying note seemed to answer most of those questions, and not necessarily in the manner that I’d hoped for, but then what had I expected here? This was obviously some sort of blackmail attempt, and the written demand simply confirmed this.

‘If you want to keep your job, you will report to this address (which was then listed) tomorrow morning at 9.00 am without fail.’ And then the message was simply signed.

‘Theresa Hardcastle.’ The boss’s wife.

Just then my ’phone rang, an unknown number, but I picked up anyway, to be honest I guess I wasn’t thinking straight at that moment. Of course, it was the Lady in question, she had personally placed the envelope though my letterbox and had been observing my door from her parked car, to see when it had been retrieved. Although not a football fan herself, she knew of my interest of the sport, and so had realised that her aim probably wouldn’t be achieved until full time, she’d been listening to the game on the car’s radio, so she was aware of just when that was. She had been patient, not at all annoyed that it had taken some time for her ‘bait’ to be taken.

“I assume that you’ve read my note and seen the evidence of your past activities that I have so carefully gathered and provided.”

“Yes, Theresa. What do you want here?”

“I believe that your instructions are made quite clear. Any further details will be provided if you comply with what I’ve told you to do. Do you intend to obey me here? Oh, and outside of the office, like tomorrow, it’s MISTRESS Theresa to you, or simply Mistress. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress. I’ll be there.” Come on, what choice did I have realistically?

“Good. You are obviously an intelligent young man, as you’re clearly demonstrating here. And judging by what I’ve seen in the photos that I have sent you, I rather believe you might well enjoy just what I have in mind for us. Until tomorrow then.” And then she rang off, just like that. Leaving me rather shaken, I assumed that her intentions were of a somewhat sexual nature, but then, firstly she was much older than me, and secondly, she was married to my boss.

[LunaDog]

So she was, and it wasn’t necessarily a marriage of equals. For Theresa came from a family of great wealth, and it had been her family money that was largely instrumental in setting up her husband’s company. Yes, George Hardcastle was an extremely gifted businessman, extremely intelligent and accomplished, he had made a great success of the venture, but it is highly doubtful that without her financial input he’d have been able to set things in motion in the first place, as it were. Therefore, although rarely taking any direct involvement in the day to day running of the company, she was very much an owner of such, to the degree that she was consulted about any major decisions that needed to be made. Even, just over a year ago, my recruitment, although I never became acquainted with her at that juncture.

I first met her at the company’s Christmas ‘bash’ that year, and my first impressions were very favourable, for she was extremely pleasant, and very striking. Please bear in mind that I was not assessing her in THAT way at all, like I say she is my boss’s wife, for goodness’ sake, but although nearly thirty years my senior, this was a very beautiful woman, who also possessed an immaculate dress sense. Like I say, not that I really noticed, as you can all appreciate, I wasn’t ‘checking’ her out at all, although it might have been better if I had paid her more attention. For the reverse of that situation was definitely the case here in her viewpoint.

For all wasn’t rosy within the marriage. In most aspects within life there was no problem at all, certainly in view of happenings outside of their home, in the office for example. She was more than content to leave business matters to him, rarely even visiting the hub of the business to such a degree that nearly all the employees, very much including me, had no idea of her co-ownership status. After all, why would she interfere with the way her husband ran affairs, he was doing such an outstanding job without her.

And at home they tended to get along together very well. Seldomly arguing at all, and on the rare occasion that they did, it was almost always quickly resolved and amicably. They were very good and caring parents, both of their children were well balanced, grown up now, and both had commenced decent employment, having both successfully obtained degrees at university.

It was only in the bedroom where the cracks in their relationship appeared. Here both possessed vastly different attitudes when it came to the ‘pleasures of the flesh.’ To George, the successful businessman, sex was almost a chore, a job to be performed, not a source of enjoyment. And hadn’t he provided his wife with children, to him the primary reason for sex in the first place?

His wife’s attitude couldn’t have been more different. To her sex was an adventure, something to be very much savoured and enjoyed. And, completely unlike her husband’s views, to be experimented with, to be tried in a large variety of ways and methods. And her latest desire, the newest idea to appear on her ‘wish list’ was to have a male utterly helpless, tied securely to her bed and completely at her mercy. Something that George would NEVER agree to.

With no inclination to end the marriage, she had sought to satisfy her sexual urges outside of the union, she had, totally discreetly, embarked a upon a series of extra-marital affairs, none of which progressed beyond the purely physical act of sexual copulation, as she never permitted any other emotions to penetrate. And she was very careful in selection of her sexual partners, making sure that they too had a reason not for the affair to become public knowledge. And, as her latest ‘target’ I was almost perfect from that point of view, wasn’t her husband my employer, and wouldn’t I be risking said employment if he was to become aware that I was being shagged by his wife? Even if it was HER who had created this whole situation?

And she received an enormous stroke of luck almost immediately after she had selected me to fulfil her sexual urges, in particular her latest craving. For I had partaken in just such a dalliance, I had allowed, and to be perfectly honest enjoyed, being subject to ‘femdom,’ I had permitted a female to shag me while tied to her bed, just as Theresa now wanted. To make things even more perfect this particular woman was a distant relation of hers, and, unknown to me, the girl had taken a few ‘snaps’ of me while held in her ‘custody.’

Which, during a family gathering Theresa became aware of, actually later managing to obtain copies of those incriminating photographs, print outs of which were contained within that envelope that she had placed in my letterbox. Undisputable evidence of what had been just a ‘one-off’ but one that would cause me untold amounts of reputational damage should they appear in the ‘public domain’ as it were. Giving Theresa all of the ammunition that she required, she now had her unquestionable ‘hold’ over me.

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, what a threat. The sword of Damocles that could ruin this young man's reputation and possibly end his career at any moment. No wonder he'll do what Theresa tells him to do.

[LunaDog]

Thank you @Jenny_S We'll soon find out precisely what it is she does want!

[LunaDog]

I will readily admit that there was a fair amount of trepidation following throughout my form as I pressed the communication button of the rather upmarket block of apartments that ‘Google Maps’ had revealed as the location of the address that Theresa, sorry Mistress Theresa, had provided for me. It was indeed a rather luxurious location, owned, as was the whole block by her family and in fact had been her home before she had first met George. In fact, it had recently been occupied by their daughter whilst studying at the nearby university, she had only just left when she had obtained employment elsewhere. Theresa had kept it as her ‘bolthole’ and I guess it will surprise nobody to learn that the vast majority of her extra-marital shags had occurred within these walls. A pattern that was obviously to be continued here. Her voice answered the intercom, and a loud ‘buzzing’ sound announced that I was now permitted access to the block itself, as I was able to open said door and pass through.

Having successfully located her particular apartment within, I was to discover that the entrance door featured a similar system as to that of the opening to the entire building, an electronic lock which was capable of being activated remotely. Thus, when the door lock dis-engaged and as I passed through there was no sign of Theresa Hardcastle at all.

An extremely seductive voice then informed just where she was located, as a call of “in here, Darling,” echoed around, clearly coming from what I guessed correctly, was the main bedroom. And any possible lingering doubts I’d carried in my head about Mrs Hardcastle’s intentions when summoning me to this address were dispelled immediately upon my first sight of her.

Because please believe me here, it was a sight that would have even caused a snowman to have suffered a ‘hard-on.’ Stretched on upon the large, Royal Blue satin covered bed, enough of a turn-on in itself, in a VERY provocative and erotic pose was an extremely sexy woman, adorned in nothing other than a suspender belt and VERY sheer nylon stockings in the same shade of bright blue. And with her abundant wealth available to her, of course these items were of the highest possible quality.

Never mind a snowman, just take a guess about the effect that Theresa was having upon my own anatomy at this precise moment of time? I vividly remember the thought running throughout my mind, ‘she must have been an absolute cracker at my age,’ just over twenty-two for that matter. For even though she was rapidly approaching fifty years of age, the term ‘cracker’ could still justifiably be employed to describe her appeal. Yes, those advanced years had diminished that beauty by a small degree, but make no mistake, there was still more than enough left to render the lady in question as extremely sexy. Especially just as she was adorned and situated right at the present.

The ’bulge’ in the front of my trousers betrayed the effect of the sight of my adversary had induced, as Theresa herself commented. “You seem rather pleased to see me, Darling. Just as well really, seeing just what I have planned for you today.” She smiled, provocatively.

“STRIP!”

Removing my clothes, all of them, resulted in another sharp command “Stand still, hands on head!” Followed, once I had complied of course, with Theresa climbing off of the bed, and being to circle me, licking her lips at the same time. “Um, very nice,” as she grabbed hold of my rampant cock, “I shall enjoy getting acquainted with THIS! Because make no mistake we shall be recreating the scene that you’ve already enjoyed in the past, the view those photographs I sent to you described. That’ll be fun, won’t it, um?”

Thing is, I HAD thoroughly enjoyed that particular sex session, it was extremely exciting to be under the total control of my female partner, although on that occasion it had been with a young girl of roughly my own age, promising nothing like the obvious sexual experience and skill levels that Theresa Hardcastle clearly possessed. And there was another factor present then, that if Theresa meant to re-produce could actually work in my favour, and would actually be welcome. On that occasion I had been blindfolded, something that had made me unaware that she had ‘snapped’ my predicament on that day. If Theresa intended the same, then I could imagine it wasn’t my boss’s wife who was shagging me, couldn’t I?

She left my presence for a moment, going over to a cupboard. Her hands entered, withdrawing several items, including a satin blindfold. So, she WAS planning to copy that photo. In all ways it appeared, as well her hands also held four bondage ropes, and her stockings weren’t the only ones to be worn today, there would be some placed on my own pins. Just as had been before.

Placing the ropes down on the bed, Theresa then placed her blindfold upon my head although, for now, she left it resting on my forehead, use of my eyes still available to me. “Oh, don’t you go worrying that pretty little head of yours now, Darling, you’ll be seeing nothing later on, but for now I’d like you to watch.” She dangled the beautiful satin suspender belt right in front of said eyes. “You should be honoured, you know. I’ve paid enough notice to your preferences here, you’ll be aware that both this belt, and the one I have on my own body, are of the colour of your favourite football team. As are the bedsheets. You see, yes, I DO pay attention!” With that she giggled, a cute sort of ‘little girl’ giggle, which in a way was SO arousing.

Theresa then placed her belt around my waist, adjusting it to be correctly aligned. “That’s nice, my Darling. Now then, just what do these belts suspend, eh?”

“Stockings, Mistress Theresa.”

“Correct, stockings. Just such as these.” Showing me that her hands held some. “Left foot up please, Darling!”

With my hands still held on top of my head I must admit I did struggle to maintain my balance somewhat, but Theresa had no objections as I slightly leant upon her body in order to achieve that, as she covered that first foot in sheer nylon. She moved the stocking just over my ankle, before inviting me to place that foot on the ground, before requesting me to raise the other one, and repeating the whole process.

Which just left the task of moving the stockings up my legs. However, my torturer didn’t settle for just that, oh no! She bent down in front of me whilst she did so, and as her hands performed that task, as tongue played with my balls and completely erect cock. But NEVER beyond the ‘point of no return,’ teasing me but making sure that absolutely no release of the sexual tension rapidly building inside of me was possible, much to my frustration. Thank goodness that eventually, stocking met suspender, whereupon Theresa fastened the clasps, and that particular torture came to a welcome end, well for me at least.

“You look absolutely delicious, which is just as well as I’m about to eat you! Turn around now and look at yourself in that mirror there.” As I did so, the reflection observed told me that ‘ridiculous’ was probably a more accurate description of said image rather than ‘delicious,’ but so what? For I felt sensational, SO turned on. I fondly remembered the last occasion, the one of those incriminating photographs, the last occasion when a female had placed my pins into nylon stockings with glee, and please bear in mind that the quality of the nylon during that event was nothing like that of these that Theresa had now adorned me in. If her aim here was to turn me on, to make me WANT her to shag me, then she would have struggled to have performed a better job of it. She was sowing the ‘seed,’ alright!

Re-enforced by her seductive command, “on the bed please, Darling, spread yourself out.” It seemed that I couldn’t obey fast enough, as I almost jumped onto it. I looked into her face as she approached my left wrist, bondage tie in her hand, and I saw a look of pure lust, which perfectly echoed the thoughts floating around my head. We both wanted this and would clearly do our very best to thoroughly enjoy it. All of a sudden, the fact that she was somebody else’s wife, my boss of all people, became totally irrelevant, at THIS juncture she was pure and simply the woman who was about to shag me within an inch of my life! And it was crystal clear that she KNEW exactly what she was doing. Oh yes, I was about to face a very torrid time in her hands and power, but one that I realised completely that I’d never forget until my dying day. BRING IT ON!

I was totally hooked, and we both knew it. She took hold of my left arm and before long the wrist had been looped by one of her bondage ropes, and in such a manner that suggested although perfectly safe, I would not be able to escape from it. Especially as seconds later this bond found itself attached to the corner bedpost nearby, again in a form that suggested permanence.

Theresa climbed across the bed, and my body lying upon it, with me unable to resist the temptation to grab one of her tit nipples with my mouth and gently commenced chewing upon it. Not that this action distracted my partner at all, for she soon became my captor, tying my right arm to the bedpost on that side of the bed in the same inescapable style as she had imprisoned my left. I WAS UTTERLY HERS NOW!

And absolutely delighted to be so, if not in a final form. For my stockinged legs were still free and that would be NEVER do. But it was a situation the Theresa was determined to correct, and within less than a minute both of my legs were fastened, again in an utterly secure manner but absolutely safely, not being too tight for instance. I was now completely fastened to her bed, I belonged to it absolutely, as it obviously was her property, so too was my body!

With excitement racing throughout my form in such a manner that it’d had never done before in all its entirety, Theresa claimed her ‘prize’ as she climbed ‘aboard,’ holding her face tantalisingly close, but just out of reach of mine. Smiling at me, “I do believe that you want this even more than I do, Darling?”

“Yes please, Mistress Theresa! Do your worst here, show me NO mercy, shag me into the middle of next week!”

“Um? Let’s see if you’re quite so keen after a few hours in my hands, shall we? Because mercy is the very last thing I have in mind for you now. I’m now going to be shagging you backwards, forwards and any other direction that you care to think of. By the time I’ve finished with you, I very much doubt if there’ll be anything left. So, Darling, let’s get right to it!”

[Caesar73]

One thing is for sure: Theresa holds all the Aces in her Hand. As @Jenny_S noted, she can destroy the young Man´s career easily. A very intriguing Tale so far!

[LunaDog]

One thing is for sure: Theresa holds all the Aces in her Hand. As @Jenny_S noted, she can destroy the young Man´s career easily.

True. But at the moment she seems to be more interested in 'enjoying' him, rather than destroying him. What does she intend next?

Thank you, glad you're enjoying this.

[LunaDog]

With that she did two things immediately afterwards, setting the tone for her plans in no uncertain manner. Firstly, she placed the blindfold into its correct location, over my eyes, rendering them absolutely useless to me and plunging my world into total and utter darkness. Almost simultaneously her lips attacked mine, in such a style that fully confirmed that this was a woman who possessed the required abilities to completely justify her wild boasts.

An impression just emphasised as she allowed her soaking wet pussy to descend upon my cock, which was doing it’s very best to impersonate a steel ramrod here. And then simply held it there for a while, quite appropriate as it felt right at ‘home’ there. And then, slowly as if almost teasing me, she began the ‘motions of sex.’

It took no time at all for the truth of the situation became abundantly clear, I was held in the hands of a total ‘sexpert,’ a woman who was really accomplished in the art of the ‘pleasures of the flesh.’ Not that I had any choice, being bound, but I resolved to fully enjoy just what she was treating me to and not to interfere in any way, I mean, why would I want to disturb such a fantastic sexual operator when she was up and running in such a marvellous fashion?

For I had not been subjected to sex at this extremely superb level before in all my previous times I had shared a bed with a woman, and, despite my youth I was far from sexual inexperienced. And it’s not as if I hadn’t enjoyed those previous dalliances, far from it, don’t forget I’d also tried being tied to a bed. But nothing from before came remotely close to this.

Theresa’s vaginal muscles clamped themselves upon my ‘tool’ in such an arousing manner that no other woman had ever been able to achieve before, and in no time, they began to induce an overwhelming emotion of pure joy, building up the pressure ‘down there,’ that rapidly approaching ‘that point.’ So, what did she do then? She backed off, ever so slightly, but no, she wasn’t being cruel here. She wasn’t quite as ready for her climax as I was for mine, that’s why she’d slowed things down a tad, to enable her to ‘catch up,’ as it were. And when this highly intelligent woman had deduced that she had achieved that, she resumed the action at full throttle. It was long after that, make NO mistake here!

Suddenly the room became filled with two, completely separate, cries as ecstasy took full hold of us both, virtually simultaneously, cries of which mine may have had the slight edge in the volume stakes but were completely overshadowed in regards of the pitch and erotic sound! And those cries just emphasised the enjoyment level that she’d, so skilfully, conjured up here. As for me, I can say with total honesty that I’d NEVER ‘sexperienced’ a climax like this one before, I was simply helpless as my spunk shot into her waiting womanhood with an intensity I’d never known before, as wave after wave of the most intense sexual pleasure swept throughout my entire form, utterly helpless to escape by being bound, and so expertly too.

And as for Theresa? For a brief period of time her body simply froze as her climax completely gripped her. She then began to shake uncontrollably, all on top of my secured form. It was crystal clear that she’d savoured THAT one, as much, if not more than the intensity that my own orgasm had produced. And once she’d managed to regain some sort of control? Her lips resumed their assault upon my own, with even more passion than before, if that’s at all possible!

And when she finished her oral attack? “WOW! Thank you, Darling, I really enjoyed that one, and I get the impression that you did too. But, if you imagine for one moment that I’m satisfied with that, as if I’m going to settle with just the once then you’d better think again, and pretty sharpish too! We’ve plenty of time available here, yes, you WILL be spending the night here with me, so you’d better prepare yourself. You asked me to shag you into the middle of next week and I promised that I’d be shagging you into utter oblivion. That was a very good start but that is all it was, a start. We’ve loads more shagging to do before I even THINK of untying you from this bed. And no, I don’t give a shit for what you want!” But that threat wasn’t a problem at all, because what I DID want was exactly what she had told me she was going to do to me right now. As somehow, she KNEW!

And in the meantime, as we’d be forced to wait for my ‘batteries to recharge,’ I found a tit nipple placed into my mouth, “chew on that please, you seemed quite keen on the idea earlier,” referring no doubt during the period of time whilst she been tying my wrists to her bedposts. After a couple of minutes, she withdrew that tit, only to replace it with its ‘sister.’

However, being young and virile that ‘re-charge’ period wasn’t long at all, I was soon hard again, upon which desirable occurrence Theresa recommenced the whole wonderful process once more. And this not being the first time, it lasted for considerably longer than that previous shag. But the outcome was if anything even better than before, this was rapidly becoming a session that neither of us would forget in a hurry.

For nearly two hours Theresa Hardcastle kept me tied securely to her bed, and firmly within the total grip of her outstanding sexuality, as she subjected me to her sublime sexual skills, producing exciting climax after climax, without doubt the greatest that I’d ever tasted in my entire life. But please bear in mind that she is much older than me and, let’s face it, was the one doing most of the work here, she has a finite level of both strength and stamina. Which, reluctantly she reached, meaning she was forced to bring a halt to proceedings.

She lifted the blindfold, so I could now see her beaming face again. “Before I say anything else Darling, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’ve got to stop now, I’m absolutely spent, but my God, this has got to be the best sex that I’ve ever partaken in. That was absolutely sensational!”

“Couldn’t agree more Theresa! No woman has ever made me feel like I do now. Perhaps it’s me who should be thanking you? Maybe we should do this again?”

“Oh, we WILL, make no mistake about that! I want nothing more on this earth than that now, Darling!” Note that she didn’t make any comment about me addressing her as simply ‘Theresa’ instead of ‘Mistress’ now. “But can I trust you, my love? If I untie you, will you attempt to leave here, and me?”

“You can rest assured there, Theresa. I do NOT want to leave you, not now, not ever!”

“No, I don’t believe that you do.” And she put those words to the test, undoing my bonds and freeing me from the bedposts. My response? To grab hold of her, fully embracing her body with mine in a loving cuddle. Gently kissing her lips with mine, none of that previous passion being present, as she responded in the same manner. This was becoming dangerous!

Especially as we broke away from each other’s lips, and then she said it. Her eyes sparkling, not with lust like before, but with something else, something far more lethal. And in a very soft voice, “I love you, Darling!”

“And I you, Theresa, and I you!” OH MY GOD! Because I had never meant anything more in my entire life to date. As our eyes gazed into each other’s, and we simply held the other, the love flowing from each body into the other one. In BOTH directions!

Shall we step back for a moment and discuss just where this was heading, and just how perilous this situation was becoming. Let’s start by summarizing Theresa’s original intentions when she ordered me here. To have a bit of sexual excitement, to satisfy a purely physical need, with the plan being that she would ‘lance a boil,’ with the day ending by her simply releasing me from her bed and sending me on my way. Maybe, and I guess this was one of her aims, we’d both enjoy what we had partaken in, but there wouldn’t be any repercussions. I’d simply return home, as would she, back to her husband, back to our respective ‘normal’ worlds. But now?

[LunaDog]

We had allowed the situation to become out of control. We had both permitted feelings to creep into the equation, emotions that required some life-changing decisions to be made. For despite the fact that the woman into whose eyes I was now gazing so longingly was in fact older than my mother, she was now the one whom my mind had decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. After all, although not the ‘usual’ way, relationships with participants of different ages are not unheard of, we wouldn’t be the first couple to be so defined.

Which was all very well, but now we’d have to confront the very real reality that Theresa wasn’t single, she was a married woman. How would we deal with that? With her husband being somebody who was far from unknown to me, he was my boss, my employer, for goodness’ sake! Ok, to a large extent the fact that she was, very much, involved in the company’s ownership could protect me in that regard, not that I was aware of this fact at the time, but it was true that this situation would require some awkward negotiations to be confronted. As she returned my longing gaze, she could tell that some consternation was forming within my head.

“Now don’t you go worrying about the fact that George is your boss. You see, it was MY family money that set up his business in the first place, and I’m as much the owner as he is. Because he makes such a success of running it is why I hardly ever visit the office, but there’s NO way he can dismiss you without my say so, which of course I will never agree to. So, you’re safe there, although it might pay you to seek alternative employment as I guess the atmosphere between you will be a little toxic from now on, because I’ve no intention of lying to him at all. As for somewhere to live, well I’d rather be with you right here than in that great big house, rattling around. Or in your house, and I can easily afford to redeem your mortgage. Mind you, I’ll bet your place is in great need of a ‘woman’s touch!’ Am I right there?” She was, very much so! “Anyway, Darling, all that great sex has made me very hungry, in the other sense of the word! I only use this place to shag so there’s hardly any food here. What do you fancy, apart from me of course, Chinese or Indian? What I do have resting in the fridge, is a rather tasty Chardonnay, would you like a glass of wine, I mean, we’ve something to celebrate right now, haven’t we?”

I quite fancied a good curry, I’d got the taste for rather ‘hot’ things today, so Theresa placed an order to the local Indian takeaway, one she’d used before, therefore knowing they were decent, if not outstanding. Once she’d fetched that bottle of chilled white wine, together with two glasses, we settled down, hand in hand, on either side of the kitchen table to talk. After all, there was much to discuss, it was crystal clear that both of us now wanted some sort of permanence within this relationship.

“If I allow George to take full ownership and control of the business, I’m sure he will let me walk away from the marriage with no problem, so that is what I’m going to offer him. I’m also going to let him have my share of the marital home, as I say I do have alternative accommodation available.” She smiled, pleasantly in my direction. “Where we will live together, although I might as well tie to the bed permanently, because believe me, you’re going to be spending enough of your time there!” Something I had no trouble in believing! “All I’m going to ask in return, is that he agrees to pass on both the house and the company when he dies to the children, who are now grown up, so there’s no maintenance or custody issues to deal with. I’m certain he’ll have no issue with that. As for you, I’m going to ask George if he wants you to leave his company, he might not as I know for certain that you do an outstanding job there, a real asset to the business. If he does ask you to leave, then don’t worry, I’ve more than enough money to support you until you get another job. If you’ll able to that is, who knows, maybe I wasn’t joking when I said you’d be tied to our bed on a permanent basis!” An idea that quite appealed, to be totally honest.

Just then the conversation stopped as a buzzing on the door intercom announced to arrival of our meal, so having taken delivery and paid for the food, oh by the way she had covered herself with a dressing gown, Theresa took it to the kitchen, where she dished up. And after we had consumed our fayre, we retired back to the bed.

No, I wasn’t tied to it again. This was a different kind of sex to the frantic passionate form we’d indulged in beforehand; this was driven by pure love rather than lust. It was time for the gentle touches, the loving caresses, this was a case of making love rather than pure shagging. Far more meaningful than what had occurred in this bed earlier, this was a couple cementing their, very real, love for each other. Hand in hand we drifted off to sleep together.

However, it was frantic bondage sex that had bought us together and it was still within our minds and desires. I awoke next morning, to find my ‘girlfriend,’ yes, I know she was still within a state of legal matrimony to another, gazing at me with her eyes full of pure lust! I was about to find myself back ‘confined to bed’ again.

This was clearly a ‘woman on a mission’ as she grabbed hold of my wrist, moving that arm that it formed part of pointing towards the corner bedpost. And once she had achieved that aim, linking the two together with a some of bondage rope, still in the vicinity after yesterday’s activities. This action took place in total silence, her mind absolutely focused on taking me into her sexual custody again, making me utterly helpless in her hands and power. Where I truly belonged, where I wanted to be, and once I’d realised exactly what her aims for me were, I made no attempt whatsoever to thwart those desires.

Again, in silence, once she had fastened my first arm to her bed, she quickly transferred her attentions to my other arm, and once that was secured I was hers again, if my legs were still free, a situation Theresa was in no mood to allow to continue. But she seemed to relax a little at this point. “We appear to have some rather unfinished business to attend to, don’t we Darling? You are back where you belong, back in my hands, for me to use for my sexual gratification. Until I, and I alone, decide otherwise.” And the extremely dirty smile I received as Theresa delivered these words simply backed up her sentiment, making those words almost official. As we both wanted.

Theresa climbed off the bed, immediately tying my legs to the lower bedposts, thus completing my spread-eagled bondage to her furniture, as well as her capture of me. As she had stated, once more she had total control over me, she could shag me in any way she chose, with me completely unable to prevent her in any way, not that I wished to at all.

[LunaDog]

Given time, in the future, George Hardcastle would be almost relieved to discover his marriage was over, fully agreeing to accept her proposed terms regarding being given her share of the marital home and his business in return for his consent. So much so was his apparent solace, that he did not insist I resign from said company, recognising my acumen, and believe or not we’ve both been able to act like adults, and continue a working relationship, almost as if our respective positions regarding Theresa do not exist inside of the office. And once her divorce had been finalised, she was free to marry me, an event that duly occurred.

But for now, I was completely captured, utterly helpless and in the absolute sexual custody of,

THE BOSS’S WIFE.

As her lips moved in upon mine, and my closed eyes became covered with satin.