My boss's wife

 
When I was a doctoral student, everything went perfectly at first. I threw myself into the new tasks full of enthusiasm, wanting to prove my independent scientific work. I met my colleagues for a beer after work, we celebrated together, and our boss was a great guy too. Young, open-minded and very intelligent! At least that's what I thought for a while. But then at some point I looked behind the facade. This required a number of moments and pieces of the puzzle.

During this time I met my girlfriend at the time, a French woman who worked as one of three secretaries for the head of the institute. We got a little closer at a little party. A few hours later we lay in our feathers and ****ed, what the stuff held. It wasn't until the next day that I found out that my office colleague, a twenty-eight-year-old near-virgin, was just starting dating Monique. She had deflowered him last weekend. I didn't care. The idiot should look for another woman. So I hooked up with Monique, and two days later we were officially dating, the virgin was dumped!

Six sex-packed months followed. Monique and I did it every day, wherever we were, in my office, in the elevator, in public places... She confessed to me that she needed daily intercourse like the air she breathed. I was dazed, neglecting my work because all I could think about was Monique's hot pussy, into which I could soon sink my cock.

Christmas was approaching and our department got together for a little celebration. My boss had finally won his science award, and we had a really good time that night with the four million he'd raked in. It really banged! The first of my fellow doctoral students was so full after an hour that he was unconscious in the toilet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my boss and my one colleague, a dry mathematician, get up and disappear into the library. When I had to empty my bladder shortly afterwards and passed the door to the library, I only heard the moaning of the two from inside. They fucked unabashedly and loudly.

The next year my co-worker's third child was born, a little boy who looked just the damn name of my boss. Same blond curly hair, same light eyes. Oh, how touching it must look to an outsider when he cuddles the little one. For the first time, I could have puked at the scenes, especially as I looked into the sour face of my colleague's husband. But that was none of my business, should he kindly take care of it.

The women just flew on my boss. He was then in his early forties, curly, full hair, a Palestinian bang around his neck, slim and articulate. Whenever we were at a conference, he'd always get love letters from some chick he'd picked up shortly after. The idiot had a really beautiful and lovely wife at home who took care of the two children.

But no, he couldn't help it, he had to fill every hole that came his way with his cock. He was a dinosaur, thinking with his tail.

I didn't care until we were a second year together and had a Christmas party together. Unfortunately, my car was ready for scrap, I had to take a bus after the party. At some point the bastard pulled me aside and offered to drive my girlfriend home. Your apartment was on the way. I think that was the last moment I innocently believed what other people told me.

While I was walking to the bus stop, he and Monique drove off in his snow-white BMW.

Over the next few days, a strange change took place in Monique's relationship with me. She didn't seem to feel any desire for sex and refused. When I finally confronted her on the fourth day, she finally gushed out.

My boss, the stupid pig, had bottled it up after he went to her apartment with her. Then he had fucked her brutally . She had sustained some injuries, the reason why we no longer slept together. Not that he raped her, no, she wanted it! But to him, she was just another tick on his trophy list, while meanwhile she dreamed of him divorcing his wife. Our unpleasant conversation ended with her telling me that she only took me because she couldn't get him, and I left. Our relationship ended a day later. (The Virgo was ready to take my place. That worm!)

Although the topic was over for me, my boss, this *****er , has been pissing me off ever since . He now knew, from my former girlfriend, that I knew what had happened. So we maintained a civilized enmity for the rest of the time. He couldn't get rid of me without risking publicity about his dick adventures, and I felt what it was like to mess with a powerful department head.

It was Christmas again, we all came together, peace, joy, pancakes, acted as if we were one big family and shook ourselves. This celebration was different, however, because for the first time, Sylvia, my boss's wife, was also present. I looked at Sylvia as he left the room with a new graduate student, probably heading back towards the library. She trembled, got up and left the party. I hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed her. I just saw her disappear through the large front door. I quickly threw on my coat, tied my scarf and also left the building. I followed the fresh footprints in the snow behind the faculty building. She stood there with her hands over her face and wept. Her shoulders trembled.

At that moment I felt an unbridled anger towards my boss. Such a great woman on the side, and still shagging every hole that didn't get out of reach in time! Such an idiot!

I paused for a moment, then walked towards her. She heard my crunching footsteps in the newly fallen snow and turned her flushed face to me. I didn't have to say a word, she fell into my arms, held me tightly and cried heartbreakingly. I felt helpless and angry. With awkward movements I stroked her black hair, which fell straight to her shoulders. I held her against me, patting her back, tenderly and sympathetically I hoped. So we stood in the park behind the institute. From the lighted windows above came the muffled noise of the slowly drunk pack. Sylvia lowered her head to my chest, wrapped her arms even tighter around me and cried uncontrollably again. Finally she pushed me away, wiped the tears from her face and inhaled heavily. I pulled a handkerchief from the inside pocket of my coat. But instead of handing it to her, I gently dabbed at the runny makeup and the tears from her cheeks. She looked at me for a moment, then narrowed her eyes, started crying again and took refuge in my arms. Without a sound, the snow fell gently on her black hair. I stood there, wanting only to offer my protection to this fragile, beautiful creature. She raised her head, looked at me. only grant my protection to beautiful beings. She raised her head, looked at me. only grant my protection to beautiful beings. She raised her head, looked at me.

"Promise me not to become like him." She met my eyes. I nodded. "I promise you!" I gently stroked her face and gave her a handkerchief. She turned away, stood in front of me, the most beautiful, vulnerable being I could imagine. After a while she turned to me.

"Will you drive me home, please?" she asked softly. I nodded silently. "Of course!" I held the door open for her and let her get into my old Opel. I quickly walked around the car, sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. Luckily, the vehicle started immediately. I turned up the heat to make Sylvia as comfortable as possible. During the whole trip we didn't speak a word to each other. When I got to her, I stopped and looked at her. She sat quietly in the seat, then got out without another word and disappeared through the gate of her home. I sat stiff for a while before shifting back into gear, hitting the accelerator and driving away.

I didn't have an easy time over the next few days. Of course, my boss noticed that I had taken care of his wife. That drove him up the wall. He yelled at me for every little mistake, argued nonsense with me just to show how vastly superior he was to me. Always mocking to derogatory in tone. I was the nobody, he was the shining hero. This bastard!

It was the second week of January when I found a nondescript letter in my mailbox. No sender, just my name on the envelope in clear, clean handwriting. I opened the envelope.

"I would like to see you. Tomorrow, Cafe K. S”

was written in fine handwriting, written with a fountain pen, on carefully folded paper. Sylvia!

The next day, after lunch my boss had left for a conference in Italy, I went to Cafe K. I looked around briefly. Only a few visitors were present, Sylvia was not among them. So I sat down at a free table and ordered a cappuccino. Then another, and another. Finally, in the late afternoon, when I was about to leave the cafe, Sylvia entered the room. A quick look on her part was enough and she walked purposefully towards my table and took a seat. Nothing reminded of the deeply hurt person from the other day.

She ordered a cafe latte and looked at me.

"I want you to forget about the other night," she began. I looked at her in astonishment. How could I forget that?

"Thank you, but that's all! Forget the whole situation.” Her words sounded composed. "I'm doing well. I want to apologize.” For what the hell, I thought.

Something missed me here. I felt like I was in the wrong movie. There this charming woman, a good fifteen years older than me, sat across from me and babbled something about oblivion. She was so beautiful! I wanted to feel her in my arms again. But she only sipped briefly at her glass, stood up and turned around. Now or never! I thought.

"I have two tickets for a concert tomorrow," I exclaimed. "I want to go there with you!" She stopped, slowly turned and looked at me. "Why?"

I didn't expect this question. I had nothing to say against her. "Please!" I said simply instead. "I would be very happy!"

She turned around without a word and left. The next night I stood in front of the theater like a fool. I waited. In my hand, numb from the cold, were two tickets for the concert. Then, when the gong had rung for the second time, I saw a taxi pull up and Sylvia got out. She looked beautiful! I had never seen a more charming woman! She smiled at me.

"Shall we?" she asked, taking my arm and walking to the front door with me in tow. It was a wonderful evening. I didn't hear anything from the concert, but the most beautiful woman I knew was sitting right next to me. I breathed in her scent, felt like I was in seventh heaven.

After the concert I took her to the old Opel that she already knew. Again in silence I drove through the dark streets of the Odenwald. When I got to her, I drove two houses down.

"Pull in the next block and wait ten minutes." She said softly. Then she got out and went back to the gate of her villa. I drove a little further, turned into the next alley and stopped. I looked at the clock. After nine minutes and fifty-eight seconds, I got out and walked towards her house. When I got to the front door, I saw through the brightly lit windows how she was romping through the living room with the two children. I watched the scene for a brief moment, then turned away and walked back to my car.

Two days later another letter landed in my accommodation. Using the same straight handwriting as in the previous letter, Sylvia invited me for coffee. We met the next day in another cafe, talked about trivial things, joked with each other. I invited her to visit the technical museum. She agreed after making a face. It was the best afternoon of my life! The next day, as agreed, I expected Sylvia at Cafe K. She got in and we drove to Munich. In the museum, I made an effort to explain the various machines to her as simply as possible. At the end, in the museum shop, where I bought three more books, she snorted, carelessly put her hand on my arm.

"You really have talent!" she said. "Georg can't explain nearly as well as you can!" She looked at me. "Thank you, it was a beautiful day!" Then she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

As I drove home, all I could think about was her. She sat next to me, the most amazing woman I knew. It was already dark when I stopped three houses down the street.

"Come on!" she said briefly and got out. I switched off the engine and got out. She took my hand and like a high-spirited, newly-love couple, we strolled toward the tall white structure she called home. She unlocked the door and I entered her house for the first time. Sylvia switched on the light in the hall, then disappeared to the left. Shortly thereafter, light fell through the passage.

"Would you like a martini too?" she called. At first I just nodded, then I thought better of it and called out, "Yes, please!"

She was standing behind a bar, had placed two cone-shaped glasses on the glass countertop, and was pouring martinis into the glasses from a green bottle. Then she decorated the drinks with green olives from a refrigerator below the plate. She took a glass and raised it, shouting "Slante!" with a cheerful smile.

I took my glass as well and we downed the martinis together. Two more glasses followed shortly after.

"The children are with my mother today." She spoke as if in a monologue. She filled the glasses again. "Are you hungry?" Without waiting for the answer, she turned and disappeared. I followed her. She stood in the kitchen, at a loss it seemed.

"Yes, to you!" I now completed my answer to the question. I walked up to her, took her in my arms and kissed her. Our tongues met. I held her tightly to me, exploring her mouth. She returned the kiss passionately. She stroked my hair while clinging to me. The kisses were pure bliss! I felt my cock rise one floor below. Sylvia also felt it because I pressed her tightly to me. She pulled away from me, grabbed my right hand. "Come!" she said curtly.

I followed her up the curved staircase. When we got to the bedroom, we collapsed onto the bed and kissed. It took forever, was beautiful! Finally I grabbed the zipper on her back and slowly pulled it down. I knelt down in front of her on the bed and took off her simple but elegant dress.

She was wearing a wickedly expensive bra and panty combo and stockings. I kissed her over and over again. She unbuttoned my shirt and stroked my chest. I sat up, excited beyond measure. Nevertheless, it was not allowed in a simple ****end up. Sylvia was very special. I knelt beside her on the bed, bare torso. I started stroking her gently. I traced the contours of her body with my fingers. From the forearms down the armpits to the outside of the thighs.

At some point I took her toe through the stockings into my mouth and sucked on it. Sylvia moaned softly. I took my time, slowly stroked her body, keeping my own horniness in check.

I stroked and kissed her, made her feel that she was allowed to be a woman, that she was allowed to let go, that she was safe. I gently stroked her breasts, sucked tenderly on her belly button and stroked the sides of her thighs.

Finally, I reached behind her, undid the bra's clasp and pulled the expensive piece away. Two beautiful round breasts stretched out towards me, which I lovingly caressed. I suckled on her nipples, running my tongue across the courtyard and kissing the soft, perfect flesh tenderly.

God, she had perfect boobs. Round and erect, my hands encircled her breasts tenderly, kneaded them carefully. I wandered my hands down, slowly pulling off Sylvia's panties. A carefully trimmed strip of hair was revealed just above her crack. The stripe was no wider than about a finger's thickness. I caressed her tenderly. Her slit was all wet when I put my fingers in it. I gently played with her clit. Her pearl stood out hard between her labia. It grew even bigger under my touch. I took off the rest of my clothes. My cock bobbed excitedly, sticking out vertically. The head was bulging and pink, oozing fluid that dripped onto Sylvia. Sylvia spread her legs and I effortlessly penetrated her wet middle.

I spilled into her with a mighty gush while she moaned in orgasm at the same time. That night we slept together five more times. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep in the spooning position. The next morning I showered with Sylvia and had breakfast with her. It was the best hour of my life.

We spent a great night together twice more. We ****ed until we passed out.

Then I had my final exam. One of my doctoral supervisors gave me a straight A, Georg, who had meanwhile found out that I was doing it with his wife, gave me a B. So I only got an overall grade of 1.5, which is a two when rounded up. My 'summa cum laude' was gone. I graduated cum laude but was still satisfied. Anyway, my thoughts were only with Sylvia, whom I noticed in the last row of the lecture hall during the disputation.

We met one more time. We fell into each other's arms and fell upon each other, It was the most passionate sex I've ever had. Then she gave me a small note to say goodbye.

I still carry this piece of paper with me today, more than twenty years later. He is my constant companion in my purse. There is only one sentence on it:

"I love you!"