This was a few years ago at my old job. It was a funny sequence of events! I’d been at the company in the marketing dept for 3 years. I was doing pretty well and when a chance of promotion came up I didn’t hesitate to apply. I was given a lot of encouragement by the Director and felt confident going through the process. There were 3 candidates in total. Another guy from the company and an external candidate. She was in her late 40s and straight away she got on my nerves. Her voice, her mannerisms, her arrogance - I was being nice (never know how much you’re being watched on interview!) but inside i was suffering! Long story short... she got the job. I wasn’t happy but I was given a bit of a pay hike and extra responsibility to keep me in my role. It was enough to convince me to stay and I figured she must improve after getting the job. She didn’t! I continued gritting my teeth and being nice but she was a ‘mare. Unreasonable work demands, constantly changing how she wanted things done, taking credit for others work. And she was pretty bonkers on occasion. Her one redeeming thing was her body - it was slim and athletic, firm little tits and nice legs. But it was still getting near impossible to work there. It all spun on a late Thursday in the office. We were hammering through a big project and ended up in the office past 8pm. Cleaners had been and gone and the rest of the team had been sent home (they weren’t earning enough to put them through the torture). My boss ended up begging me for a lift home as her husband refused to come and get her (turns out he was a heavy drinker and couldn’t have driven). I was reluctant.. could I survive 30 mins in the car with this woman?! The drive was steady. She started saying how kind it was of me and that I’d been so supportive of her since she started and she hadn’t got close to anyone else - seriously, we were not close, but I guess my professionalism had been better than the others. She was gushing about how she couldn’t do the job without me and she put her hand on me knee briefly as an acknowledgment of thanks. It made me shiver a little. This reaction was genuine which made later events all the more bizarre. When we got to hers I was busting for the loo, so had to ask to pop onto hers. I followed her in and she directed me to her toilet at the top of the stairs. By the time I came back down she was laying into her drunk husband calling him useless and embarrassing. I popped my head cautiously through the door to say an awkward goodbye and she hauled me in. She said to her husband ‘why can’t you be more like Sean? Hard working, looks after himself and is nicer to me than you ever are!’ I wanted to leave but I was stood in the middle of the lounge and she was blocking the doorway. She pulled off her coat and threw it at hubby, and in her rush a button on her blouse had come undone. The top of her breasts and bra were visible. Her husband said she was a moany old cow (had to stop myself from laughing) and that he pitied me having to work with her. The argument got more heated when she said I was more a man than he ever was. At this her husband, downing a shot of something from his glass, said well it looks like you’re already fucking him by the state of you, pointing at her blouse. She looked down and then looked at me. She said to her husband that he ‘hasn’t fucked me but would do a better job than you!’ I tried to leave again but this time her husband stood up and said ‘fine - fuck him then, maybe it’ll stop me having to deal with your shit’ and pulled her blouse open ripping the remaining buttons. This was getting nasty so I stepped in and said he needed to calm down and he just fell back in the sofa and said to me ‘go on then lover boy - fuck this stupid cow’. My boss looked at me her face was red with anger and her blouse was open. She was breathing hard and just said ‘help me out here Sean, let me teach this pathetic dick a lesson’. She stepped to me and started pulling at my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, telling me that I was a better man than her stupid husband. I made it difficult, but ultimately didn’t stop her and soon I was stood there in the lounge my shirt undone bar the last couple of buttons. Her nails scraped my chest and as I looked at her husband he poured himself another drink and just said ‘you crack on son, she’ll chicken out, like she always does with her idle threats.’ That was the spur. She furiously began loosening my belt and as my trousers fell to the floor my cock had grown to a decent semi. She squeezed it through my boxers and then hitched up her skirt and dropped her knickers. She bent over the arm of the sofa staring at her husband and told me to fuck her and teach him a lesson. Despite the way I felt about her, the anger and tension had been quite a turn on and her pussy on view with wisps of blonde pubes was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. Trousers still round my ankles I shuffled behind her and dropped my boxers. I felt between her legs and she was quite wet, and her body jumped as I rubbed her clit. Her husband was staring at us as I put my tip against her pussy and I grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her head back as I pushed into her. She let out a long low pitched moan as I slid my whole length inside her. From there I fucked her hard and fast. I was almost lifting her feet off the floor as I took out months of frustration on her willing pussy. She was moaning and telling me to keep fucking her hard like a real man as her husband sat there watching me take his wife. He was squeezing his cock through his trousers but it didn’t look like he was getting hard. She came on my cock with a moan, her legs shaking as I kept fucking her, I smacked her arse and she responded well to that. I was close to cumming and I pulled out of her and with a couple of strokes came up her back on her blouse and over her arse cheeks. A few specks landed on the sofa near her husband and he rubbed them in with his foot. Recovering I stepped away and wiped the last drip of cum from the end of my cock on my bosses skirt before pulling up my boxers and trousers and sorting out my shirt. She lay slumped on the sofa, panting before she turned to me and saying ‘why didn’t you cum on me?’ I said she didn’t deserve it - she’ll have to work harder for that. She closed her eyes and sighed hearing that and her husband spoke for the first time in ages telling her to clean herself up. She got to her feet and came to kiss me but I only gave her a peck. She said can I fuck her again which I only said maybe before I left them and made my way out to the car and home. Over the next week she kept begging me to come and fuck her again and after she sucked me off in my car on the following Friday I agreed that I would come and fuck her, but only when I wanted. So that was the next two years. I’d fuck her sometimes 4 times a week and then not for two or three weeks. She was still annoying as a boss but I got away with a lot and carried on dominating her when we fucked. Her husband would watch sometimes and others just sit in the lounge when I took her upstairs and fucked her in their bed. We never really discussed what was happening, she just let me have control. It was good fun until I left the job. I fucked her on my last day and then for a few months after that before it fizzled out.