Rewind. It’s July in New England an I score a cleaning/”personal assistant” job helping an artist for an esteemed snowboarding company prepare for his second wedding celebration.
I’m used to touchy-feely free spirits so the massage was hardly a shock. After lubing me up with some beer and telling me I could swim naked in his pool after my shift, what else could I expect? Well the rest of my first day trots on normally, and the pretty blonde wife–with a geeky scientist twist– even stops by on her lunch break to say hello.
As the day winds down the Boss passes me a bong and we sit around getting high until Wifey gets home. Upon arrival she insists we all go swimming–and I in turn insist on borrowing a bathing suit. I’m an open minded lass, but these were strangers after all.
And then the moment arrives. Boss starts massaging me in the hot tub in front of his wife, and I know something must be rotten in the state of Dickmark. As the two come at me, I know it’s now or never. Well, I think, they’re married, so at least it’s safe.
We move it to the bedroom and an I start eating what tastes like a very chaste, married vagina. Meanwhile Boss-man can’t get enough of me and is trying to plow me from every angle with his Colossus of Rhodes cock .
In fact–there were moments where, despite their claim of boundaries and “great communication” I felt like he was enjoying it a little more than she was. I wondered if this was just a manipulative way for Hubby to fuck other chicks.
Unfortunately I had more urgent problems on my mind. The lube we were using could have been used as a method of war-torture because it burned so bad my pussy started crying. We run into the shower and Boss has the brilliant idea of blowing water up there to free me from the throws of lubrication.
I’m in the clear and we continue in the bedroom, only this time the married couple whips out a huge vibrator. I guess it was a three-and-a-half-some. While Hubby fucks me quite literally into oblivion, Wifey uses a large vibrator on my clit, her tits jiggling in my face, and I try to include her as much as possible. Eventually I can’t hold out much longer and come with one super bass quiver.
Afterwards, we all sit around and break bread together like one big happy family. Somehow it seemed as if the experience made us feel like we had known each other from a distant past. Maybe this does beat monogamy.
For dessert I am thrown into a beanbag chair, and forced to smoke a bowl while the Boss goes down on me and Wifey watches. Now this is gainful employment, I think to myself, as I lean back and enjoy my hard earned pay after a long days work.