I knew it was wrong to fuck my boss, but it felt too good to pass up. In fact, the thought that I could get in trouble and we were sneaking around mad... it even hotter.My body was tensing up and needed a strong release; I could feel my orgasm building. He could feel it too because he instructed, “Come for me. I want to feel all your juices on my dick and your pussy tighten around my cock as you moan my name.”As always, I do what my boss tells me to do. So, I came so intensely that my eyes rolled. "Hearing a sound he turned to see an attractive woman in her late forties sit down at the other end of the bench. He nodded and she smiled. She had a lovely smile he thought. Nice even very white teeth. Perhaps she had had them whitened. In any event her smile showed off to advantage. She removed a brown paper bag from her large purse. She placed it on the bench beside her and took out a thermos. She unscrewed the top and removed the cap. When she did the odor of beef stew waffed in his. Once my juices start flowing, I won't want to stop. Will you be able to deal with it, with your wife being taken by another man, a stranger," she asked."I think so, yes," I replied.Chapter 2The theater was a short drive from the hotel and after paying for our tickets, we entered the darkened theater. It was very hard to see, but her perfume seemed very intense in the dimness. I held her hand and we slowly walked to the second row of seats from the back. I entered ahead of her and sat in the. We were all wearing the same thing: sandals, skirt and blouse. Mum’d said not to wear panties as it looks awkward taking them off. The boys (that’s what Mum calls them even though they’re at least 25) were just in shorts. They’d brought rugs and boxes of food and drink, and a music player that was playing some African dance music. They were all grinning with their white teeth in their brown faces, and Mum was grinning too. There was a smell of dope in the air, mixed in with the wood smoke, but.