The Boss’ Trophy Wife part 1

The Boss’ Trophy Wife part 1

First of all, let me say that as a 64 year old man, I feel fortunate, even ecstatic, to be able to say this is a True Story. It really happened… it really fuckin’ happened.

As a teenager, I had learned that the quickest way to interest a girl into turning loose of some pussy was to joke around a little, get her to smile, look into her eyes and just ask… if it didn’t work on one, there was always another. Did I mention that I dearly love to fuck? So much pussy, and I decided very early that I was going to get all I could.

Several years ago, after being able to retire at a relative early age, I began taking on a few part time jobs, just to stay busy and enjoy being around other people. Volunteer firefighter, janitor at the local school system, carpenter, small time rancher and, of course, writing.

From the age of 18 until age 50, I worked a physically demanding job, and I was still in pretty damn good shape. 5’9” and 190 lbs, not a ‘hunk’ by any means, but strong and fairly smart.

On occasion, the distance from home and job (40 miles) would afford me an excuse to sneak some time into another woman’s panties. (Lotsa traffic in St. Louis) Sometimes, my work took me to other exotic places, like Detroit, Cleveland, Chicago and a couple others. There was always some woman looking to have the same fun, away from her husband, as I was looking for… away from my wife.

Also, when my wife would stay with her grandma for a week or so, there were neighbors. Tina, the divorced Italian across the street, or Frieda, the Texan next door whose husband worked nights. Both of them were so easy, I’d only have to pick up the phone and say, “You ready?”

Over those years, I probably had sex many times with eighteen or twenty different women… then I retired.

I had so much energy for the first two or three years, I went crazy hunting snatch. My poor wife was getting filled in her cunt and mouth daily, (she wasn’t into ass fucking) and I still had to have more… enter the volunteer firefighting

You need to remember, most volunteers have full time jobs. Being retired, I was available for nearly all the daytime calls. If I were 18 again, firefighting would be my chosen profession. There’s always a rush, whether it’s a big fire or a small one. Yep, there were women volunteers, too. Over the ten years I was with the VFD, I fucked three firefighters/EMT’s (all female), three of their wives and two daughters (both still in high school) Of those eight, only one wanted me to split with my wife and leave town with her. I really hated to turn her down because she had fantastic pussy (plus she needed to finish her senior year)… then there’s the janitor’s job.

I’ll make this part short. Three sex hungry teachers, all single and not so attractive. Fine pussy on all of them, though. Then there was Mr. Ball, the jr. high science teacher. I caught him jacking off, peeking into the boy’s dressing room from a janitor’s closet. To keep my mouth shut, he offered me a weekly blow job and I took that offer, too… then there’s the carpenter work.

It seemed like there was never a husband at home when my partner, Louie, and I went to a home to install new cabinets. The little woman of the house always had to be in the kitchen, supervising. I mashed many fingernails several times during those two years because I was looking up the leg of some woman’s loose shorts, or at a camel toe inside some tight ones. Twice I did it on purpose so I could get the woman alone in the bathroom, looking for a Band-Aid. Simple comments like “You know why I hit my thumb? It’s simple. I was distracted when I looked up the leg of your shorts.