“Well, at least he made it to the company picnic”, Molly thought as she watched her husband Jerry slur his words and get into senseless arguments with his coworkers at the annual get together on the boss’s huge property.  Jerry had been at the company almost three months and was already on shaky ground, coming in late and doing a mediocre job. Soon they’d suspect he was coming to work hung over.

Sometimes she hated him, but after he dropped out of high school to support her when she got pregnant, then after another kid and thinking that sons needed a father, and barely holding on to the crappy little house, over their heads in debt…She thought she's leave when the kids moved out, but, well, it was her life and she stayed with him.

At thirty eight, Molly was starting to show her age, and after a couple kids her body wasn’t youthful, but her chunky midsection wasn’t so noticeable under her ample boobs, and her ass still drew attention from the men on her husband’s work crew.  She still had the deep blue eyes, red curls and creamy, freckled complexion of her youth, and took pride in the way she filled out her jeans and tank top, that showed maybe a bit too much cleavage.

One man who took notice was the new boss, Chuck.  He was the son of the company’s founder, and his dad had slowly turned the company over to him before he retired.  Molly gazed at his broad shoulders and tight ass.  He was what - thirty five and already running a company?!  He acted so confident, aggressive, kind of arrogant and cruel too.  She thought about the rumors about his last two secretaries. She heard they were all tits and ass and that they had both left suddenly. The rumors were that a large cash deal had been made both times to cover up charges of Chuck’s sexual misconduct.  The old man hired his current secretary, an aging grandmotherly type.  As Molly thought about it, she began to weave her own little fantasy about feeling those strong bare shoulders from underneath him. She sipped her wine and smiled.     

Chuck seemed to enjoy chatting up all the employee’s wives, but seemed to spend slightly more time with Molly, constantly keeping her plastic cup full.  Molly knew she needed to be sober enough to drive her drunk husband home, but seeing her husband act like such an ass, and all his bosses attention and almost insistence that she have more, meant soon she was feeling tipsy. Her better judgement failed her.  She lost track of how many times her wine glass was filled or when it switched to mixed drinks.

As the evening wore on, Jerry got drunker, till he could hardly stand. Molly’s head was swimming. Others left, and soon the remaining few decided to go home.  Chuck looked at Molly and said there was no way his conscience would let them drive home.  Instead, He’d drive them home and have someone drop off their car in the morning.  Chuck helped Jerry into the back seat where he promptly passed out. Molly rode in the front passenger seat while Chuck drove and made small talk.  At one point Chuck put his hand on her thigh. Instead of pulling back, Molly groggily studied Chuck’s nicely muscled arm and manicured fingers, which slowly slid to the inside of her thigh. 

By the time he pulled into the driveway, the edge of Chuck’s hand was pressed against the crotch of Molly’s jeans, his fingers deep between her legs. Molly wasn’t oblivious. Her panties were getting wet beneath the material of her jeans, but she couldn’t think through the haze.  When they got home, Chuck began to pull Jerry from the back seat as Molly stumbled for the door, fumbling with her keys.  Chuck had to lean Jerry against the side of the house to help Molly put the keys in the lock.  Molly guided Chuck to the bedroom, where he dropped Jerry on the bed in a heap.

“Let me help you get his clothes off.” Chuck said as he untied Chuck’s boots. Molly looked bewildered, when Chuck directed her to unbuckle and unzip her husband’s jeans.  “He’s pissed himself and he’s spit up on his shirt.” Molly examined her husband. The front of his pants was dark and his shirt was wet, although it looked like someone had dumped a drink all over him.  “Underwear too” Chuck ordered as he pulled the jeans off by the cuffs.  Soon with Chuck’s help molly had completely undressed her husband and he lay sprawled naked on the bed.

“So that’s all he fucks you with, huh?” Chuck said, laughing and nodding at Jerrys flaccid penis.  “Ever want more?”  Molly drunkenly looked at Chuck, trying to comprehend what was doing on.  “Never mind.” time to get you ready for bed too.  Before she realized it, Chuck walked around behind her and began pulling her shirt off over her head. The bra came off and suddenly she felt his hands cupping and squeezing her tits as he kissed the back of her neck.

“Noo…”, she protested lightly as he rolled her pink nipples between his fingers.  She twisted around to face him. When did his shirt come off? “What are you…” he cut her off with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into hers.  She gave into him then, too stoned to think of her husband on the bed behind her.  She her arms reached under his, reaching up to those shoulders she so recently fantasized about. His hands slid down to her ass, pushing his hips against her so that she could feel his engorged cock through his jeans. It felt fucking huge. “Oh jeezzz..” she gasped, realizing where this would end and wanting it too badly to stop it.

Suddenly he spun her around to face the bed, her husband out cold and clueless what was happening around him.  She felt her jeans being unfastened and yanked own around her ankles.  Just as suddenly she was forced down, bent her over the bed, her face inches from her passed out husband’s dick.

Unzipping his fly, he slipped his smartphone out of his pocket before letting go of his  jeans while guiding his cock into her with his other hand.  Her pussy, already loose, was sopping wet and he slid in easily behind her.  With one hand on her ass, and the other opening the video camera on his phone, he thrust forward hard.  She groaned as she rocked forward on her elbows, ass in the air. He pulled out slowly, video recording his hard, wet cock as it slid out almost to the tip, before shoving it back in till his balls slapped against her fat pussy lips.

The camera went unnoticed by Molly, who was trying not to make noise and wake her husband. Trying to hold back her moans, at first the sounds came out more like grunts. Chuckling to himself, Chuck sneered “come on little piggy, you can do better.” In spite of herself, Molly’s moans became louder, combined with the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping sound each time Chuck drove his cock into her.  It became obvious that nothing was going to wake up Jerry, as if he were drugged.

As Molly’s moans became louder, words began to form…”Fu…fu…oh…fuck….ah…fuck me…” And the harder he fucked her the louder she got “…god…god you have no idea…god it’s been so long…Ah harder…please…please…please...god your cock is good…Oh, oh, OH, FUCK MEEEE…”    

Chuck stood still as Molly continued to rock forward and back, desperately fucking his cock. He was getting it all on video. He panned his camera around the room; Jerry laid out, Molly’s face over his crotch, the back of her head hiding his limp dick. Chuck recorded his own reflection in the vanity mirror, from the chest down, pumping his cock into Molly.  Finally, avoiding Jerry’s obviously unconscious face, he panned to the bedside photo of Molly’s two sons.   

Molly began to convulse, and involuntarily buried her face in her husband’s pubic hair, his soft cock against her cheek as she let out a final, deep animal groan.  Liquid gushed from Molly’s swollen cunt, soaking the sheets running down her legs and dampening the carpet.  Chuck smiled to himself.  She squirts, too!  This was working out better than he planned.

Quietly setting the phone on the bed, it was time for him to finish the job. Grabbing her hips with both hands he began to pump again, faster and harder while Molly let out a long wail.  He gave Molly’s ass a good slap, and then another as Molly lurched forward in surprise. His muscles tightened as he felt himself pumping his cum again and again deep inside her.

He stayed still inside her for a while till she stopped moving and her breathing became steady and deeper.  He pulled out slowly and stepped back to look at her.  She was out now too.  Beneath her round ass her fat pussy was still gaped open. His white cum was slowly oozing out, dripping from her cunt to the floor. Her red pubic hair glistened with her own secretions.  He took a couple closeups of her pussy, and a few of her passed out on her husband.  He dressed, left her half way on the bed, and quietly let himself out of the house.  Smiling as he reached his car, her thought – “This video will definitely clinch the deal.”