Wife Coercion By Husbands Boss

[El Cojelon]

It is exciting, the way to blackmail, coerce, induce his employee to give his wife to the boss for fear of losing his job and the way the boss and his wife enjoy it.

Coercion (MF, voy, nc, blkmail) 
by Hardy ([email protected]) 
 
***

An employee of a company is caught by his boss 
embezzling money. He is offered a choice, make 
restitution or go to jail. But the boss wants more than 
just money, he wants sex with the man's wife as part of 
the deal.  
 
***

I work as a comptroller at a small manufacturing 
company. I had started in the accounting department, 
and, over a period of five years I moved up in the dept. 
to my current position. However, in spite of increases 
in salary, I was consistently spending more that my 
income. A lot of this was attributed to my wife's 
spending habits, but I was partly to blame, as we 
enjoyed a comfortable life style. 

Nevertheless, we probably could have managed if it were 
not for my wife's lavish expenditures on clothes. Sharon 
certainly dressed well, from the bottom up, expensive 
lacy lingerie, the latest style in dresses, jackets, 
shoes, etc. She did have good taste; she was a striking 
woman to begin with, and the clothes she wore 
complimented her beautiful figure. Her tall figure, her 
attractive face, her firm breasts, a slim waist blending 
into full rounded hips and ass, and long lovely legs 
which she showed off to advantage, turned the heads of 
many men.

I know she enjoyed the attention she received, and she 
was well aware of the effect that she had on the men 
that she would come in intact with, but she was modest, 
and never indulged in anything more then harmless 
flirting. 

Sharon never had love affairs before we were married, 
and she was very circumspect after we were married. She 
was never unfaithful, so I never complained about the 
attention she received from other men, or the amount of 
leg that she showed. There were several times when she 
had to repel the advances of some man who was attracted 
to her, and who wanted to carry the relationship beyond 
a social one. She let them down gently, but made it 
clear that she did not stray in her marriage. 

My boss Steve, who had a reputation as being a 
womanizer, had attempted on more that one occasion to 
add her to his list of conquests, but was gently but 
firmly rebuffed in his attempts to seduce her. By 
hearsay, not many women refused his advances, and that 
was understandable, as he was an attractive man, and in 
addition had a lot of clout as the firm's owner. 

There were rumors to the effect that he had used 
coercion on some female members of the firm, as well as 
the wives of employees. There were also rumors that he 
sported a cock of considerable proportions. In any 
event, I think that he was frustrated be his inability 
to add my wife to his list of conquests. It was only 
recently that at an office party, Steve had asked my 
wife to dance, and during the dance, was trying to hold 
her too close, and also made known that he found her 
irresistible, and wanted to arrange a rendezvous. Sharon 
became angry with him and refused, but Steve said that 
this might change. 

On the way home, Sharon told me what had transpired, and 
said that she was tired of his advances, and this time 
she had told him off. Well. I said, "Don't make him too 
angry; remember that I work for him, just try to be nice 
to him.

"What do you mean be nice to him? Do you want me to fuck 
him?"

"Absolutely not," I said. "Just try don't piss him off."

"Alright, but I don't want him pawing me."

Once again we had another discussion regarding all of 
our money that she was spending on clothes. I told her 
that I just couldn't keep up with her expenditures-that 
we were maxed out on all our charge cards, plus 
financing our trips, the mortgage, car payments, loans, 
etc. She said that she would try to do better. 

What I did not tell her -- was what I had done to try to 
keep us financially afloat. As comptroller of our 
company, I had access to a lot of cash, including a 
large slush fund, and I had steadily and consistently 
taken monies out to cover some of our debts. I had 
shifted money around to cover this, and I intended to 
pay it back before an audit caught the shortfall. It was 
a major worry for me, and I was in constant fear of 
discovery. I had already begun to pay money on our 
charge cards, and on our loans, but we had to be more 
economical. 

Anyway, an invitation arrived from my boss Steve, 
inviting Sharon and I to join Steve and his wife Ann for 
dinner at their place on Sat. My wife did not want to 
go, but I said that we had to go, as this was part of 
the job. She was very sulky about this right up to Sat. 

On Sat. we bathed and began to get ready for dinner. I 
always enjoyed watching my wife get dressed, as she did 
now, beginning with her sheer stockings attached to a 
lacy garter belt, then adding on sheer white panties 
with flared legs, followed by a matching bra, and a 
lovely white half slip. She did her face and then was 
about to put on a black dress, at which point I was 
aroused and attempted to embrace her. I wanted her and 
there was still time, but she rebuffed me, saying, "I am 
not going to get messed up before we leave, so you will 
have to wait till we get back from dinner."

We arrived at their spacious home, and were ushered into 
their large living room where we had cocktails, Steve 
making sure that our glasses remained full. Finally Ann 
announced dinner, which was very enjoyable, and served 
with wines. After dinner we adjourned to the living room 
where Steve had set up a table for bridge. We began to 
play and more drinks were served, to the point where 
Sharon and I were feeling no pain, but Steve persisted 
in seeing that our glasses were full. 

At one point Sharon was wiggling around and looked 
flushed, and I wondered what was wrong with her. Well, I 
didn't have to wonder very long, for when I bent over to 
retrieve a card that had fallen, I saw that Steve had a 
hand on my wife's leg, attempting to push up her dress. 
I was shocked and gulped my drink. Ann seemed oblivious 
as to what Steve was attempting, even though Sharon was 
still flushed and moving her hand down to stop Steve. 

Well, finally the came was over and we got comfortable, 
me in an armchair, and Sharon and Ann on the sofa. Soon 
Ann said that she was tired and said goodnight and left. 
Then I said that we should be going, but Steve would not 
hear of it, and added to our drinks. My wife looked at 
me and gave a sign about leaving. The drinks finally got 
to me, and I fell asleep in my chair. 

Soon I was awakened by my wife saying, "No! No!" and 
calling my name. As I opened my eyes I saw Steve on the 
couch by my wife, and he was tugging up her dress to her 
stocking tops, even exposing her naked thighs and garter 
straps. She was struggling with him, trying to pull her 
dress down and.

I said, "Steve, leave her alone." 

Steve just smiled and said, "Well, we are just going to 
have a little talk." 

"First of all, I know that for some time you have been 
embezzling money from my company." 

The blood drained from my face. 

Steve continued; "Since I have discovered this some time 
ago, I have been documenting your theft, and I have some 
pretty good numbers on the amount of money missing. 
Sharon looked at me aghast and said" is it true?" She 
could tell by my expression that is was true. Then Steve 
said, "You are either going to jail, or we are going to 
reach some accommodation." 

I said, "What do you mean?" I was really shaking. The 
thought of legal action and then jail had me terrified. 

Steve smiled as he continued; "First of all, we will 
need you to sign a repayment plan, and secondly, I am 
going to need some co-operation from your wife." 

I was shocked-we both knew what he meant. I looked at 
Sharon, and our eyes locked. She exclaimed-"Oh no, I 
won't do that. I can't give myself to him." She was 
trembling, and 

Then Steve said, "It's up to you two, but I'm not going 
to wait very long for your decision."

My wife looked at me again and I said,  "I don't know 
what to say, I don't want that, but I don't want to go 
to jail."

Then Steve said to me, "Why don't you pick up the bottle 
and take it into the den."

I just stood there a moment-then I picked up the bottle. 
As I did that Sharon said, "You would give your own 
wife?"

I didn't say anything, and looking at her I saw tears in 
her eyes. Finally I said, "I'm sorry Sharon."

She became angry at me for putting her in this position, 
and she said I would be sorry. I replied that her 
spending habits were much of the problem. Then, as I 
started to leave the room with the bottle my wife said 
to Steve-"If I am forced to do this, then I want you to 
make him watch what we do-it will serve him right since 
I don't have much choice. He is not going to get out of 
this that easy. If I am going to be humiliated like 
this, he needs to suffer also."

Steve smiled, enjoying this dialogue, and knowing he was 
winning said, "Yes, you stay and watch-I think that I 
will enjoy your presence, observing what your actions 
have caused. That will be a real high for me."

"Lets begin," said Steve, and he asked my wife to stand 
up, and after she did he told her to lift her skirt. She 
hesitated, and then she raised her skirt, and Steve 
said, "And your slip also."

Sharon complied, exposing her legs above her stocking 
tops.

Then Steve said, "Higher."

She raised them up higher till her sheer lacy panties 
were @@@@@@@, and then he again said "higher," and again 
she complied, pulling up her dress and slip to the top 
of her panties, her face getting red as she @@@@@@@ 
herself to him.

Then Steve said, "Turn around-slowly." And she did just 
that, still holding her skirt and slip high, her lovely 
legs and hips displayed to his gaze-his now very 
appreciative gaze as he looked at the erotic picture of 
my now compliant wife, blushing as he looked at her. 

"Now," said Steve, "take off your dress, slowly," and 
again my wife complied, pulling down the zipper on her 
dress, then pulling her dress down and off. Then Steve 
said "and now your bra."

Sharon hesitated, and Steve repeated the order, and 
finally my wife undid her bra and removed it, exposing 
her beautiful firm breasts, her face red with 
embarrassment while Steve looked admiringly at her 
breasts, enjoying her discomfort. 

At that moment, his wife Ann appeared at my side. 
Apparently she had been watching the scene from behind 
me. I said, "Ann, can't you make him stop!" 

Ann said, "No, you two caused the problem, and you're 
going to have to live with the consequences."

I said, "What about watching your husband doing this?"

Ann said, "I can't control my husband, and besides, I 
rather enjoy the plight of couples who have to pay up 
when they do something wrong."

I said, "So you've watched this kind of thing before?"

Ann said, "Yes, I get a thrill when Steve dominates 
another couple, and thoroughly fucks the wife." I knew 
then that there was no way to stop this. 

Steve was smiling as he looked at me, "I think you need 
to participate more, and so I would like you to take her 
panties off and hand them to me."

I didn't move till he repeated his order in no uncertain 
terms, and so I moved up to my wife, and after she had 
raised her slip up to her waist at Steve's command, I 
started sliding her sheer panties down over her hips and 
ass, down her lovely legs to her ankles, taking her 
panties off with her shoes, and then handing them to 
Steve. I was humiliated, and so was Sharon, while Steve 
just looked on with amusement, enjoying our discomfort, 
and the erotic display of my wife.

After he sent me back to stand by Ann, who was also 
enjoying the scene and our humiliation, Steve ordered my 
wife to take off her slip, which she did, now standing 
only in her lacy garter belt, and her sheer stockings. 

My wife was by turns tearful and angry, but it was clear 
that she had surrendered, and when Steve ordered her to 
lie down on the huge sofa, she complied, but she looked 
at me, her face tearful at first, and then challenging, 
as she said, "You still can stop this." But when I 
looked away and said nothing, she just said, "Alright, 
I'll let him fuck me, and you'll be sorry. I hope you 
enjoy watching your own wife get fucked by your boss," 
she said, angry now ."I can't believe you're allowing 
this to happen to your own wife."

Steve was enjoying my humiliation and my wife's 
surrender, gazing at her breasts and her lovely hips and 
ass. 

At this point Steve undressed completely, and when he 
removed his shorts, a very large and thick cock was 
@@@@@@@, almost fully erect. My wife's eyes widened and 
she gasped when she saw this, saying "Oh God, no," and 
Steve laughed, "Oh God yes." He then moved down beside 
her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking 
her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her 
legs, my wife at first rigid, and then, against her 
will, her body responding to his caresses. 

He continued stroking her, now her inner thighs to her 
cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there, 
whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her 
cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away 
when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her 
lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her 
breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, my wife 
gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing here till 
she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her 
resistance and her obvious intention of not responding 
to him. 

He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body, 
gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her 
cunt pulling open, my wife was trembling, whimpering 
now, her body flushed as against her will she was 
responding to him. Soon it was clear that she was 
helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure 
against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms 
falling to her sides. The picture that she was 
presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her 
legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening some, 
compliant now, moaning as he stroked her. 

Steve felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness 
now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and 
thighs, encased in her sheer nylons, so that we had a 
clear view as he raised up, mounting her and directing 
his cock against the wet swollen lips of her cunt. We 
could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of 
her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock. 

Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to 
push with a steady pressure as my wife's whimpers 
changing to groaning as she felt herself beginning to 
stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless 
cunt. He continued the relentless pressure, stretching 
her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from my wife, 
the head of his cock entered her. 

Slowly he began to push further into my helpless wife, 
and we could now see her cunt stretched tightly around 
his cock, Steve moving in and out with short strokes, 
wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper 
with each stroke, my wife wide eyed and moaning with 
this invasion. 

Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on 
his cock. Then my wife cried out and her body began 
jerking, and her lovely nylon clad legs clamped over his 
thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful 
orgasm, which took her completely by surprise. I 
couldn't believe that she had responded in this manner 
so quickly. 

Gradually she relaxed, and at that point Steve began a 
slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her 
juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock 
was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time 
with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of 
his thrusts, my wife jerking with each thrust as now her 
body began to respond. 

She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Steve moved 
her closer and closer to a climax. Finally, with a 
shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her-crying out again and 
again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body 
jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment, 
Steve's own climax began, as groaning, he erupted into 
her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting 
into my wife, draining his cock into her, as Ann gripped 
my arm, her eyes wide with excitement. 

Well, she said, "How did you like seeing your wife get 
thoroughly fucked? She really seemed to enjoy it, and I 
bet you will remember this for a long time." 

Finally it was over, and I could not believe the way she 
had responded to his thorough fucking. She was tearful, 
now lying spread-eagled, her cunt gaping open, their 
juices visible. I was not aroused, watching her being 
taken by this stud. I was just humiliated, especially 
when she had never responded to my lovemaking in this 
manner. 

Then my wife slowly got dressed as did Steve, and I 
said, "We are leaving," taking my wife's arm.

Then Steve said, "Oh, one more thing, your wife is 25% 
of the way to clearing you."

I asked, "What do you mean?" 

And Steve said that meant that my wife was going to 
entertain him 3 more time before I was all cleared up. I 
told him to go fuck himself and then we left. 

*

The discussion on the way home was spirited after I 
noted how much she enjoyed getting fucked by him. She 
was angry then, and said she couldn't help it, and then 
she said it served me right, and she hoped that I had 
enjoyed watching her submission.

"Did you enjoy watching another man's cock thrusting 
into your wife, and emptying his cock into her, and 
tonight you can be second. Since it is still wet and 
loose, you won't have any trouble getting in." Then she 
said, "Yes, I did enjoy being taken like that, being 
forced to do it because of you.  And yes, I will fuck 
him 3 more times, and I think I'll enjoy it."

I was angry and said nothing more. 

*

Well, it did happen, and each time Steve called and said 
where and when I was to take my wife. The first time it 
was at his house, and I had to sit with Ann till he was 
through with her, hearing her cry out as he fucked her. 
Ann enjoyed listening to her husband servicing my wife.

The second time he told me to bring her to his office, 
and I was told to wait outside. However, I quietly 
opened the door to observe them. Steve had my wife bent 
over the desk with her dress and slip around her waist, 
her sheer lacy white panties pulled down over her garter 
belt and sheer stockings to her thighs, which were 
spread for his entry.

It was incredibly erotic seeing her like that, more so 
than if she was naked. His trousers and shorts were at 
his ankles, and his thick cock was fully erect as he 
brought it to the entrance of her wet cunt, holding the 
lips of her cunt open with his thumbs as he began 
pushing into her. She cried out again as he stretched 
her and entered her. Then he gripped her hips as he 
penetrated her, deeper and deeper, till he was fully in 
her, my wife crying out, and then groaning as he thrust 
into her powerfully. 

Finally she cried out as she shuddered, her orgasms 
shaking her-then Steve groaned as he erupted into my 
wife. She began sobbing at her submission to him, being 
taken like that, helpless as her body responded to him. 
For the first time, I found to my consternation that I 
was aroused and became fully erect watching him taking 
her, and thoroughly fucking her as she was bent over his 
desk. I found out later that other women in the office 
were aware of what happened, and were thrilled knowing 
my wife was being fucked by Steve. 

The third and last time was at our home, Steve taking my 
wife to our bedroom, and I again observed them as once 
more he fucked her to orgasm, fucking her powerfully, 
the noise of their coupling arousing me again. 

After he left I entered the bedroom where my wife was 
still on her back with her legs spread. I undressed and 
quickly entered her, her cunt very loose and wet. I came 
almost immediately to my wife's amusement, as she now 
knew that I was very aroused seeing her being fucked by 
this stud. 

The other thing was that she refused to take any 
precautions against pregnancy, saying it was more 
exciting being fucked while playing what she called 
Russian Roulette. 

END

[eatsherafter]

I love stories like this, where the husband has to give his loving wife to his black boss, or his bully to save his ass. The boss or bully fuck the wife theough orgasm after orgasm, turning her into a married slut for black cocks and the husband has no choice.