The Boss's Wife was the best kind of Freaky

Melissa was the book keeper, head of HR, and the boss's wife. She was also about twenty years older than my mid-twenties at the time. I was the head of the shop. I spent every day hands on working with every other area in the small woodshop, including her. Any project I worked on to improve the shop went through her usually first and last. If I could convince her that it was worth the expense, we got it done. From overtime to meet deadlines to new tools or builds for organizing. She also would get hands on with projects if she had down time. The shop had originally started out as a side gig with her and her husband doing small millwork remodel jobs.

I also was a shameless flirt with the five foot tall redhead firecracker. Her own sometimes scathing, sometimes jaw-dropping additions to our banter kept work fun and interesting even when I was in there seven days a week.

It was the weekend. Everyone else had the day off but I had convinced Melissa we could use a makeover in the conference room where the boss usually had meetings with potential clients. For a week any extra time in the shop had seen the guys building the new cabinets and table. I was salaried at that point so it was no extra cost to the company for me and Melissa to be in on the weekend putting it in.

I brought the coffee and we sat in the conference room first thing in the morning getting our game plan together and just generally getting woken up. The sun was still rising after all.

Soon we were demoing out the cabinets, table and trim and getting it ready to install the new. We worked well together after long practice and it was going fairly quickly.

By lunch time we had made enough progress that I suggested eating at the sports bar down the road so the whole day didn't feel like a complete work slog. She agreed and we grabbed some food and a couple of beers while we relaxed and chatted.

Beyond just the atmosphere and my constant flirting, I no longer remember how we got on the subject of our past adventures with sex. But that is how I learned she had a special fondness for guys that played rough and that had led to her cheating on her husband more than once over the years.

I told her it sounded like she was quite the naughty girl and she might need a spanking just for talking about this with me. She snorted and rolled her eyes, telling me I was far too innocent if that's how I took that.

I reached over and gave her little ass a hard smack as best I could the way she was seated on the bar stool. It rocked her and the stool and she gasped. I told her it would get her extra punishment if she rolled her eyes at me again.

The tone shifted. Derision became open challenge. And threats to tell her husband. When I told her that was fine, I'd record it so he saw her begging me for more she didn't snort. But she did flush and smirk.

I paid and we rode back to the shop. There was a certain tension in the air now that we put on the back burner as we finished our work. With everything in, it was still early afternoon. I told her it had been fun but it was time to pay up. She snorted and reminded me I was salary. I told her it wasn't money for the woodwork I wanted. I pulled my phone out and turned the video record on. I expected her naughty ass to pay for her bratty behaviour. She looked at my phone then smirked and rolled her eyes. Turning to present her ass as she bent over the new conference table. She wiggled it, her jeans hugging her nicely.

I caught the first savage smack on camera. And me sliding her jeans down roughly after popping a button on her jeans getting them undone. I stopped recording when I pinned her to the table with one hand and spanked her until her ass was bright red with handprints.

When she got turned on she got absolutely filthy with her words. Urging me on to tease and finger her. Pulling her hair hard as I licked her ass and soaked pussy.

She was more than eager when I started sliding my tip along her wet lips, slapping her clit with my cock and lightly teasing her ass with the tip sliding and just barely pressing in. Over and over until she said the magic words.

"Are you going to fuck my little cunt already or do I have to leave and make my hubby make love to me tonight?" The venom in that statement is hard to describe. But it conveyed all at the same time that she loved him to death but this was one area he did not do it for het all the time.

Her moans when I plunged in her were delicious. How she urged me one. To pound her, fold her, and handle her however I wanted. When I choked her so made a mess on the table. A short while later her next orgasm was shattering. I had leaned in and sunk my teeth in her neck to leave a bruise she couldn't hide . Growling that I was claiming her as my own little fuck toy from now on.

She slammed her ass back against me in rhythm with my thrusts until her tight pussy had milked every drop of cum from my first orgasm inside her.

We agreed to grab drinks after that. I fingered her under the bar, her pussy still creamy from earlier. In turn she gave me the best blowjob I ever had at that point in my truck as we drove back to the shop. This time, for her own twisted pleasure, she fucked me at her husband's desk. Riding me as I sat in his office chair and pulled her hair while biting her tits until they were swollen and bruised. I took a pic of her sitting on his desk, sore, bruised, and dripping cum onto the desk and sent it to her.

At least twice a week after that we met to have rough sex. Throughout the day we would send each other naughty messages. And a few times I convinced her to work with a toy in her that she had to ask me to take out during the work day with everyone there. A month in she told her husband who she was fucking.

The next week I was visiting her at their home while he left to occupy himself. She had quite the fun sex toy and accessory collection.