Beth and her Boss Ch. 01

The following week went much as usual. I was being kept busier at work, and managed to get some extra hours, so things were really looking up for us. Beth was so much happier in herself both at home and at work because she really enjoyed the new job. She quite often worked an extra hour or so but I didn't mind because her pay packet more than justified it.

Everything changed though, one evening in early December. It was a Tuesday night which was a day that Beth regularly worked an hour or so late, but after two hours I called her to see if she was ok. She didn't answer straightaway but when she did there was a lot of background noise, so I wondered where she was.

"Hi babe," I said. "You're working late tonight?"

"I'm sorry," she said over the din in the background. "Some of the girls were going out and asked me if I wanted to join them. I didn't realise how late it was. I won't be long though."

"Ok." I bit back a feeling of annoyance. I would love to be able to go out with my buddies after work, but because I finished work early I was always the one who had to get home for the kids. I swallowed back the resentment though. "Have fun. Just don't be too late."

"I might be an hour or so. Love you!" Beth said and I hung up the phone. She had sounded like she was having fun, and it was a long time since she had gone out and let her hair down, so I couldn't begrudge her a night out really but I did decide to phone some of my buddies that weekend and sort myself a night out too. They were all up for it, and we made plans to hit the town that weekend. Besides some great sex, Beth and I really hadn't celebrated overcoming our money worries, so I figured that the two of us did deserve some fun.

My mood lifted, I put the kids to bed and sat and watched a DVD while I waited for Beth to get home. I hoped that she might be a bit drunk so that another wild romp might be a possibility but I wasn't expecting her to be as absolutely blind drunk as she was when she finally staggered through the door, over two hours since our phone call.

She was in a right state. Her make-up was smudged, her lipstick smeared and she looked as though she had fallen through a bush or something. Her clothes were crumpled and she generally looked dishevelled and a real mess. My first feeling was one of concern and I jumped up off the sofa and helped her lock the door.

"Don't worry, I'm fine... I'm fine!" Beth hiccoughed and then collapsed laughing onto the sofa. "I had a great time... Hic!"

"I think you're ready for bed," I suggested, feeling annoyed again. This time I was fed up because by the looks of it she was too drunk to do anything, let alone the energetic, crazy sex I had been hoping for. "What have you been up to? Look at the state of you!"

I didn't mean to upset her, but I guess my tone of voice was slightly sharper than I had intended, because she suddenly shut up and stared at me. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she blubbed. "I was just trying to make friends and have a good time. I haven't had a drink for ages and..."

I sat down next to her and took her in my arms as she sobbed into my shoulder. She was mumbling something incomprehensible as I smelled that familiar smell on her neck again, like some sort of male cologne. I decided to ask her about it.

"So, you've been out just with the girls then?" I tried to make the question seem innocuous and not too suspicious sounding. "I guess you deserve to enjoy yourself. I've made plans to go out with Paul and Warren this weekend, if that's okay? And I thought we could go out and officially celebrate next week. A nice meal or something?"

Beth pushed me away and rubbed at her eyes but the tears only smeared her mascara even more. She looked at me with her panda eyes and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What had she been up to?

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled to me, her eyes suddenly downcast. "I've done something bad."

"Don't be silly," I said but my heart was sinking because I had a gut feeling about what she was going to say. "Let's go to bed and forget about it."

"I fucked him again," she said and my heart stopped. Again? What did she mean 'Again?' And 'him' was...?

"Who? Gary? You... fucked... him?" Fuck wasn't even a word that Beth normally used, but she was drunk.

"Yes, Gary. I've been - doing it - with him. He said..." Beth burst into tears again and despite the hundreds of different conflicting emotions that were running through me at that moment, I took her into my arms again and she buried her face into my shoulders and cried her heart out.

When she finished, I asked her gently what had happened but I couldn't follow most of what she was telling me. She was drunk and slurring her words, over the top of bouts of crying, and my mind was whirling at what she was saying so most of it went in one ear and out of the other. What I did manage to gather before we went upstairs was that she had been a willing participant and that Gary hadn't raped her as I first suspected, but I think that he had probably used his influence and her desire for job to take advantage of her. Anger welled up inside me at him, but then a sense of pity and love for my beautiful wife replaced it. She had sacrificed this for us, for our family's well-being and security.

Then another word came into my head. Whore. I dismissed that word from my mind as soon as it appeared. Beth wasn't a whore. She had only been with one man before me, and he had just been some kid. This had probably been incredibly difficult for her, and now she was confessing everything to me which was probably equally if not even more difficult.

"Don't leave me," she mumbled as I undressed her and put her into bed.

"I'll never leave you," I promised and put a finger to her lips to quiet her as she was about to speak again. She shut up and just stared at me, water still welling in her big blue eyes. She looked like a whore, laid there in just her pale blue underwear, her hair all messed up and her face paint smudged like a tramp. I noticed a mark on her shoulder, which looked like a hickey. What had he done to her?

As I undressed I realised I had a huge erection. At first I thought it was just the way she looked, so cheap and slutty, that was turning me on but I came to realise as I got in bed next to her that it wasn't just that. As she snuggled up to me, still apologizing all the while, images coursed through my mind. Imaginary pictures of Gary and her, in his car, at his house, behind the bar where he had fucked her tonight and every single thought turned me on.

Was this natural? Surely, the thought of another man screwing my wife should make me jealous. Angry. Hell, it should make me want to kill him. And her! But it didn't. It drove me wild and I didn't know why. I turned my head to see Beth looking at me.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," I said as I slipped my hand under the sheets, and into her panties. At first she objected, but when I said that I wanted my turn, she soon relented. Then as I climbed on top of her and was about to enter her, she stopped me again.

"He - finished - inside me," she said hesitantly but it didn't stop me.

"So?" I said as I slid myself into her. I wasn't disgusted by the cool wetness of her cum-filled pussy like I should have been. It felt great and again I felt myself unusually turned on by what should have been a complete turn-off. I looked down at my little whore of a wife as I started to fuck her like the slut that she was. I pounded her hard and fast before slowing down. What was I thinking? Beth was no whore. I pushed the word out of my mind again and tried to 'make love' as we usually did but I couldn't help it. She just looked so slutty that I ended up fucking her roughly again and I was so aroused that I came inside her within seconds.

I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath and apologizing for being so rough, but Beth just giggled and said that she liked it like that - when I was rough with her. She liked it? What had Gary done to my wife?

I lay there thinking for a while and when I rolled onto my side Beth had fallen asleep. My mind was clear again now, the angry red mist of lust was lifted and now she looked like an angel again, albeit one with a dirty face. As I stared at her, my eyelids grew heavy and before long sleep claimed me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Beth woke me up the following morning. She had already been in the shower and was dressed and ready for work. I could tell she didn't feel well as there were dark circles under her eyes and she looked pale and weary.

"Hung over?" I asked, and Beth nodded. She was quiet and avoiding eye contact with me so I tried to reassure her about last night. "It's okay, you know? I still love you."

Beth just nodded. "I need to go work," she said simply. "We should talk tonight, I suppose." She looked so miserable that I really felt for her, even though she had effectively cheated on me.

"Really. It's all right. We'll get through this," I told her. "Why don't you take the day off? I'm sure Gary will understand, and I'll throw a sickie. We can talk when the kids have gone to school."

Beth shook her head. "I need to go in. Gary might be mad with me being off with a hangover. Plus, I don't want him knowing that anything is up. If he knows that I've told you, he might panic and get rid of me and we can't afford for me to lose this job."

Christmas was looming and a picture of the kids opening their Christmas presents and screaming with joy popped into my head. I really wanted that. Beth was happy; we needed this job, no matter what the cost. At least until Christmas.

When she had left, I got the kids up and off to school, while trying to behave as normally as I possibly could. The last thing I wanted was for them to sense anything was wrong. They had been somewhat worried about the whole money issue as well. Not much gets past children, does it? One thing I was grateful for was that they hadn't seen their mother in the state she was in last night.

Beth came home that day on time, and she too acted as normally as possible while the kids were around. To the casual observer, you wouldn't have noticed that anything was out of the ordinary but as soon as we found ourselves alone, our normal day-to-day faces disappeared and we sat down to have a serious talk.

Beth started out apologising, and I sat and let her talk for a while. It all poured out then. She confessed to sleeping with Gary regularly over a period of time and then she qualified her actions by explaining what I already knew, that she had done it for us. At first it had just been flirting, teasing him and leading him along to get him to consider her for the job, and then it had led to hand jobs and then to his first blow job, which was what had landed her the week's trial. I just sat there and listened. There were a million and one questions that I wanted to ask, but I thought it best if I just let her get it all out first. Then, when I had chance to digest it all, I would ask my questions and let her know how I felt.

But could I tell her how I felt? The truth was that while I did harbour feelings of jealousy, betrayal by my wife and best friend and undercurrents of anger towards Gary, other feelings were swimming along the surface. Feelings of arousal and excitement at what she had done. All through her confessions I was sat there with a huge hard-on, and at times I almost wasn't listening, but just looking at my wife and imagining what she was describing in my mind. I would have to suddenly block out the images, push back the desire to just fuck her right there on the sofa, and then ask her to repeat what I had just missed.

When she finally finished, she just sat there with her head bowed and her hands clasped in her lap, waiting for my reaction. What should I say? Should I make out that I was the furious husband as she probably expected, or should I be the understanding gentleman? Would that make me out to look like a wimp? If I was angry, would I upset her further than she already was? I didn't want either of those options, so should I confess to being the dirty pervert that I really was? A man who was getting unnaturally excited at the thought of his wife being a secret slut.

"Could he tell?" were the words that finally tumbled out of my mouth. Beth looked at me confused. "Gary-" I explained, "Could he tell that anything was wrong? Is your job still safe?"

Beth nodded, an odd look coming across her face. "Everything's fine at work, don't worry. You don't want me to leave then? Aren't you mad?"

I put on a stern face, trying to appear angrier than I really was. "I'm angry, yes, but I understand why you did it and I understand." Beth opened her mouth to say something but I carried on. "We need the money, so as long as you come back to me every night and it doesn't affect our sex life, then I want you to keep working there."

There it was. I had said it. Sort of, anyway. Not quite a confession about my perverted, dirty thoughts, but I was still saying that it was okay for her to keep fucking him. I wanted her to keep fucking him, I realised in that moment. Wow. I must be fucked up in the head, or something.

Beth nodded again, clearly not getting the reaction she expected. "Okay," she said finally. "I promise it won't affect our sex life. Well, only as much as it has done already." She left it hanging, but I knew what she meant. She had been much more tigerish in bed since starting the job, and now I knew why.

"Do you enjoy it?" I asked, cagily so as not give away how much I was enjoying this. "The sex with Gary, I mean?"

Beth took a while to answer, giving me a long, considering look before finally nodding. "I suppose I do... well yes, okay. I enjoy it. There, I've admitted it. I'm sorry. I do enjoy sex with you as well. Just as much, it's just... different with Gary." The words just poured out of her again, tumbling over each other and then she took a deep breath and waited for the question that she must have known was coming.

"Are you going to keep sleeping with him?"

"I don't have to, if you don't want me to." Beth looked me straight in the eye and I could see that she was being sincere. "I could hold the job down, I think, without having to sleep with him."

"Do you sleep with him because you want to? Or because he'll fire you if you don't?" That was what I needed to know. What I wanted to know. Deep inside me, the pervert husband wanted her to say yes to the former. And she did.

"A bit of both." Beth swallowed as she admitted the truth. "I guess I kind of enjoy it. I haven't been with anyone else except you, well apart from my boyfriend at school, so it all seemed so exciting at first."

"And now?" I prompted her to carry on.

"Okay, okay..." Beth's shoulders slumped in resignation. I guess she thought I was going to dump her now, so she might as well tell all. "I enjoy it, okay? He's a great fuck. Best I've ever had. And his dick's bigger than yours as well." She spat the last sentence out at me. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" she said with a mixture of spitefulness and self-loathing.

I didn't answer for a moment as I couldn't find the words to express how I felt. When I did, it wasn't what I would have expected to find myself saying. "B... B... Bigger than me?" I was stuttering, though whether it was from excitement or humiliation, I wasn't sure. My cock wasn't big, but at 5 inches I wouldn't have called it small either. I was always told that 5 to 6 inches was the national average, and I had never had any complaints in the past about my size.

"I'm sorry," Beth started to apologize again; the heat in her voice was gone. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I knew how she felt on that score. "He has got a big dick, and yes he is good in bed. You're good in bed too, it's just different with him, that's all. He's rough with me, and I like it. I'm sorry. "

We sat there in silence for a moment, both wrestling with our emotions. I couldn't begin to imagine what Beth was going through, but I was grateful for her honesty and I felt a certain admiration for her, it must have took a lot of guts for her to admit all of this. I myself was fighting down a hundred conflicting feelings - anger, hurt, humiliation and above all arousal. Not only was I imagining my wife with Gary, but now I knew that he had given her a really good fucking. I pictured Beth writhing underneath him as he screwed her with his massive cock. How could I ever measure up again? There was only one way to find out.

"I love you," Beth whispered to me again. And that was it. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed her back on to the sofa and practically tore her top off in my haste to get her naked. At first, Beth was in shock, her eyes were wide and mouth open in astonishment at my actions, but when our lips touched she closed her eyes and gave in trying to resist me.

I tugged her trousers down as she did the same to me, and then I literally ripped her panties off and pushed her legs apart as wide as I could.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "Please just fuck me. Tell me it's all okay."

"It's all okay," I said as I shoved myself roughly inside her surprisingly wet pussy. "We're going to be okay. Now shut up." I held her legs apart while I fucked her as hard as I could. If this was how she liked it, then this is how she was going to get it. Beth's eyes closed in response, and her arms clung on to my hips, pulling me inside her as I screwed her the best I could. Her 36C breasts bounced with every thrust and I imagined them doing the same when Gary fucked her the same way.

She had described more or less everything to me in her confession. The first thing they had done together was Beth giving Gary a hand job in his car on just their second ride home together. He was pretty insistent it seemed, and that was just after he had mentioned the possibility of finding a way to help out with her wages, so she had relented. Every night that week she had tossed him off in the car and on the Friday it culminated in him mentioning the possibility of him taking on a PA.

The 'formal' interview that happened on the Monday basically involved her giving him a blowjob in his office. Afterward on the way home he had asked if he could make love to her. "I nearly told you," Beth had told me and I remembered her telling me about him wanting to touch the front of her panties. She had stopped him that time and just ended up giving him another blowjob but that was the start of it all. "I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn't do it. I was too scared of losing you," she had said. My mind just reeled at the pictures she had painted in my mind's eye.

Of course, the blowjob had only got her a week's trial and she knew that he wouldn't give up trying to fuck her. Beth said that she didn't do anything the first couple of days, but those extra hours my wife had spent after work that week trying to 'impress' her boss had involved her giving him a hand-job one night, then a blow-job the next, which also involved him stripping her topless and cumming over her breasts rather than in her mouth like had done the Friday before. That had annoyed me again. She rarely let me cum in her mouth, but this bastard had got it first time!

I fucked while thinking about all of this, over and over again in my mind, and unsurprisingly it wasn't long before I came. I plunged myself as deep into her as I could before letting myself shoot into her pussy. Not as deep as Gary had shot his load probably, but as far in as I could manage. We lay on the settee together afterward, both deep in thought and I went over in my head what she had told me about the first time he had fucked her.

She had done her best to 'impress' him that week, but he still wanted more. I recalled her saying after the final day of her trial that she was confident of getting the job and now I knew why. That very day she had finally promised him full sex as long as she got the job. Monday came around and when Gary gave her the good news that she was his new PA, she had to come good on her promise. I remembered that she was late home that night, and that was the first time I had smelled cologne on her.