My boss’ wife–my kids

My name is Bob. I had completed my doctorate in geology and accepted a position as a medium-sized university in the Midsouth. I was the fifth member of the department. The others included the department head, Matt, and two other guys–Nate and Arturo, and the only female in the department, Barb. All of them were married, so I was the only single guy in the bunch. Although Matt was the boss, he was only three years older than I.

Barb was about 60, and a pleasant woman. Her husband Jack was an o.k. guy, and made me laugh a lot when he and Barb had a welcome dinner in my honor. Nate was about 45, and had a Filipino wife. Arturo told me they had been married quite a while and that he though Nate had ordered her through a mail-order outfit. Nate’s wife, Ginger, was not a bad looking girl, and was probably in her early 30s. Arturo and his wife Angie were my age. Angie was not a friendly woman, but she and Matt’s wife Heather were good friends, especially good drinking buddies as they really put away the booze at Barb and Jack’s house.

The third week of the semester Matt informed me that the department was going on a retreat and that he had rented a house for us. He told me I could bring a friend if I wished, as all the others were bringing spouses. He said, “but it is a working retreat.”

Matt rented an old house in the mountains with five bedrooms. There were three bedrooms on the first floor, and two on the third. Matt and Heather took one of the third floor rooms, and I was assigned the other. Both were very similar in size and decor, and were side by side, with a beautiful view of the mountains.

After dinner the first evening of our stay, we all gathered in the great room and began to drink some wine. Barb and the other women moved to one side of the room and appeared to be having a good time. It looked like they were drinking more wine than the men.

Matt and Art were also drinking quite a bit. We sat and drank for a couple of hours, enjoying each other’s company. Finally, Matt got up and staggered to his room. Shortly afterwards, I excused myself and went to my room. After showering, I read a little, then fell asleep.

Sometime later, I was awakened by someone entering my room. I raised up, and saw that it was Heather. “Sorry” she said, “but I need to take a shower to sober up.” Thinking her shower was broken, I mumbled “o.k.”.

I went back to sleep until I felt the bed move as someone was getting in bed with me. It was Heather. Still groggy from just being awakened, I said nothing. I sleep naked, so when she spooned against me, I felt her nakedness as well. She pushed her ass against my cock.