Fucking My Supervisors Husband

As I mentioned in my post "His Wife Wanted to Watch", my job offered all the overtime I could handle, and I worked a fair amount of it so my paycheck was always of varying amounts. My wife could look at my check, but wouldn't know how much it should be for. When I wanted to cruise, or hook up, I'd tell my wife I had to work early a couple of hours, or late, or work the holiday.

One morning, I headed into work around midnight, supposedly to get some overtime in. I took the shortest route to the Midland rest area on Hwy. 97 to see if I could find a cock or two to suck. Maybe I'd get really lucky and find a horny trucker willing to fuck me in his sleeper.

As you turn off of the Hwy. the first left turn puts you in the car parking area. If you didn't take that left, the next one puts you in the big rig parking. Between the two parking areas is a large grassy area with a couple tables, and a restroom building, men's room on the left, women's on the right.

I took the first left into the car parking. I backed into a space, so my taillights would be visible to the five or six trucks parked on the other side. There were two cars parked close to the restrooms. I couldn't see anyone in the cars, but it was dark and the lighting in the area wasn't great. I turned my attention to the big rigs.

I got out of my pickup truck and stood beside it. I looked along the row of big rigs. Any truckers that were awake could see me standing there. I put my hand to my crotch and made exaggerated rubbing movements. The cabs were all dark, with no signs of life. A couple had engines running, and one had running lights on but there was no indication that anyone was awake.

I got back in my truck, and hit the brakes a couple of times, flashing my brake lights. I looked back at the rigs. No one turned their headlights on and off, same with the running lights. I hit the brake lights again. Still no nibbles.

Disappointed, I turned my attention to the cars. I hadn't seen any signs of life there while I was trying to entice the truckers. I got out of my truck and approached the first car. I could see a man lying in the back seat, using a coat for a blanket. Obviously asleep. I continued down the walk to the next car.

This car was parked in front of the entrance to the restrooms. The men's room door was ajar, light from inside was visible and I thought I saw some movement from the corner of my eye. I got to the car. It was empty. I retraced my steps and approached the men's room door. It was closed. Someone had been watching me.

A sudden bout of nervousness hit me. I thought about returning to my truck. I opened the door and walked in.

I turned to the right. There were three urinals, on the right side of the room, followed by a single stall, then an accessible stall. There was a man standing at the first urinal, holding his cock in his right hand. He was around 6' tall, slender, wearing khaki slacks and plaid short sleeved shirt. The first thought that came to mind was "nerd". He looked to be in his late 50's. I was 46 at the time, and though I preferred the bottom role, I occasionally topped if the situation called for it.

I went to the urinal in the middle. There were no partitions between the urinals. I unzipped and brought my cock out, as if to take a piss. I glanced to my right. He was slowly stroking his cock which was limp, but still impressive looking with a large mushroom head. I began stroking my cock, and made it obvious that I was "looking".

He took a step back from the urinal and stood there stroking himself. I turned toward him, dropped to my knees, and reached for his cock. He moved his hand away, and I took his cock into my mouth. Even though he wasn't hard, his cock had enough substance to feel amazing. He was at least 6.5" flaccid, and I took in the full length, withdrew until my lips encountered the rim of his head. I explored the head of his cock with my tongue, using the tip of my tongue to open his slit.

He pulled back. He tucked his cock away. "The cops pull through here now and then". "Let's go to my place. It's only a few blocks from here and my wife's at work". I stood up and said, "Let's go". I zipped up and we left.

From the hwy. he turned onto the first street we came to, went a couple of blocks, turned right, and pulled into a driveway. I parked at the curb and followed him into the house.

He told me he was "Walt" and asked if I'd like some coffee. I declined the coffee, told him my name was Steve, which was a lie and let him know I didn't have a lot of time as I had to be at work in about an hour and a half. He led me to a bedroom and began undressing. I did the same and joined him on the bed.

We laid close to each other, stroking each other's cock. I moved down his body and took his cock into my mouth. While I sucked his cock, I moved my hand to his ass which was nicely rounded and had very little hair. I found his manhole with my finger and began rubbing lightly as I continued to work his cock, trying my best to bring it to life.

"I'm sorry about my cock" he said. "I have ED, and it's not really good for much". "Damn!" I thought. I really wanted to feel this cock inside me. I took his cock from my mouth long enough to say, "It's O.K., it sure feels good in my mouth the way it is". And returned to sucking him and began pushing my finger against his hole

Walt moaned when I pushed my finger part way into him. "I fucking love that. Dont stop". I started working a second finger in. He began getting active, pushing himself against my hand. I stopped sucking and I removed my hand from his ass. I put my forefinger and middle finger in my mouth, enjoying the taste as I coated my fingers with saliva.

I rolled Walt onto his stomach, pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. I leaned down, spread his cute ass cheeks and pushed my tongue into his hole as deep as I could get it. He bucked back against my face. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. I held my head where it was. Walt's ass had that musky aroma that I love. I dove back in, licking and sucking on his hole. I wet my fingers again and worked them in his asshole, trying to get his juices flowing.

My cock was getting hard as a rock, and Walt's ass was here for the taking. I moved back a few inches, stretched myself out over his body, lowered myself down and guided my cock to Walt's sphincter. As the head of my cock pressed against his hole, he let out a grunt and tried to move away. What the hell? I just had two fingers in there. I asked Walt if he had any lube. He said "No." "What about hand lotion?" "My wife has some on the nightstand." I grabbed the bottle and put a small amount on my finger. I sniffed the lotion. It was odorless. Perfect, I don't need to take perfumy smells home.

I lubed my cock with the lotion and worked a small amount into Walt's hole. I positioned myself over him again and pressed my cock against my target. He groaned, I pushed. I began a pumping motion and at the same time pressed harder. My cock began penetrating and finally, my cocks head popped into Walt's ass. He said "Oh Fuck! Yeah. That's better." I started with a few short strokes, then started fucking in earnest.

I fucked Walt hard and fast for a few minutes. I pulled out and told him to lay on his back. I pushed his legs up and shoved my cock into him with his legs resting on my shoulders. I leaned over him, and fucked him with hard, fast full-length strokes. "I'm gonna cum!" He said "Don't pull out! I want you to cum inside me!" I lost it. I pushed into him hard, grinding my crotch against his ass and let out a grunt as my cock unloaded several times.

We rested for a few minutes, and Walt began playing with my ass, trying to work his fingers in. He began to lube me up with lotion. I said, "Hold on." He was kneeling next to me. I placed my hand under his ass and I said, "Try pushing my cum out." He had to push a few times before a string of cum poured into my hand. A few more pushes and there was a decent puddle of cum. I said, "Here's the best lube you can find." "Hold out your hand." He did and I transferred the cum to his hand using my finger as a squeegee. I licked my finger and hand clean, then laid back down.

Walt lubed up my ass with the mixture of my cum and his ass juices. He began working my hole. He finger fucked me with one, then two fingers. I raised myself up onto hands and knees. I was bucking my ass back against his hand as he worked a third finger in. Damn! I loved having someone play with my ass. Walt told me he had four fingers in me all the way to the last knuckle. When he started to try to work his thumb in, I had to stop him. I wanted to continue, but felt like my ass was about to rip open.

We relaxed for a few minutes, talking about how much we both enjoyed ourselves. I looked at my watch, and told him I had to go. We had been playing for an hour, hour and a half? I start work at 2A.M. He brought me a damp wash cloth to clean my ass up with. I got dressed.

As he escorted me to his front door, I noticed a portrait hanging on the wall. I stopped in my tracks. It was a picture of Walt in a suit, with a woman in a dinner dress. I asked Walt, "Is this you and your wife?" He said "Yeah, that's me and Julia." "She's a manager at ********."

I thought "Oh Fuck!" Julia was "MY" supervisor at work.

I said "Goodby." He said he hoped we could do this again sometime. I said "Yeah." and left.

I got to work about ten minutes late. I told Julia I got stopped by a cop for a taillight not working. It happened now and then. Bars closed at 2A.M. Cops fishing for drivers who'd been drinking use the burned out taillight ploy as a reason to pull you over.

Julia told me I should leave home a little earlier to allow for this type of thing. I said "Really?" She said " Yes, really. We pay you to be here on time."

I headed to my work station, thinking to myself, "That's O.K. bitch. I just fucked the hell out of your husband!"

Walt and I never hooked up again. For the next few years I'd occasionally look and Julia and smile.