The weekend after the company picnic was a tough one. Molly woke in the middle of the night, having slid off the bed with her jeans still around her ankles. With her head still swimming, she was barely able to get her shoes and jeans off, go to the bathroom to throw up and get back into bed. Fortunately in the morning Jerry couldn’t even remember how they got home, and assumed by waking up naked that the two of them had made the damp spot on the sheet when they got home.

Molly was the first to get out of bed and saw the keys on the floor under the mail slot and their car in the driveway. At least she didn’t have to face Jerry’s boss with her hangover and her pussy still throbbing from the fucking her had given her. She put on a robe and sat at the dinner table as she pondered what to do next. It wasn’t like she hadn’t cheated on Jerry before. When the kids were younger, she’d had a purely sexual affair with her next door neighbor’s husband for about a year till they moved. Then here was the party where everyone got drunk and she ended up fucking her brother-in-law. Neither wanted to hurt anybody, and they never spoke of it. Then there was the ex-boyfriend who found her on Facebook. He came to town for a weekend and they fucked like crazy in his hotel room and Jerry never suspected. Sometimes it was good to be married to a stupid man. This time will be no different, she hoped.

Jerry spent the weekend recovering from his hangover, drinking beer, and worrying about his new hire 90 day review. He was certain he’d be canned, especially after getting totally wasted at the picnic in front of his supervisor and the company owner. Molly silently wondered if fucking the boss that Friday night might make him avoid firing Jerry just to keep things quiet.

On Monday, Molly woke up to the sound of Jerry leaving for work. She didn’t have to be at work for a couple more hours and the years of waking up to make Jerry breakfast were long over. Barely awake, her mind drifted back to Chuck fucking her. She loved the smell of him, the feel of him sliding in and out of her from behind. She began to realize the fear from having Jerry unconscious on the bed was part of what made her so excited that she let go and soaked everything. She hadn’t had such an overwhelming orgasm in years. She turned over on her stomach, and pulled her knees up, sliding her hand between her legs. Her eyes tightly closed as she stroked her clit, fantasizing about what Chuck had done.

Suddenly she was startled by a rap on the door. Still not completely awake, she headed for the door wearing only the oversized t-shirt she slept in. She only opened it a crack to see who was there when Chuck pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” Molly Stuttered.

“I brought coffee, not sure what you like, so this one’s a late and the other one is drip.” Chuck said as he strode to the table and set the paper cups down. He turned and looked Molly over. Her red hair was a mass of uncombed curls. The t-shirt didn’t hide much. Her heavy tits were clearly free beneath the material and he could see the nipples pressed against the fabric. The hem of the shirt stopped about three inches short of her crotch.

Molly could feel his eyes looking her over, and she felt flush. She thought “shit, why can’t we just pretend it didn’t happen,“ but instead she sighed, “Ok, I guess we got to talk.” She sat down at the table, holding the hem, careful not to give him a shot of her pussy. For the longest time he just sipped his coffee. Finally Molly said. “Look, things just happened. I don’t want Jerry to know, and I’m sure you don’t want it to get around work….”

Chuck smiled. “Things don’t just happen. I make them happen. I’ve wanted to fuck you since you brought Jerry his lunch at work that first week.” He paused to watch Moly’s pale skin flush red, and her blue eyes widen. “The fact is, we could make a good team. You need a few nice things around here. Jerry’s pretty worthless, and he’s going to be worthless to any other employer. His new hire review is up, and I think I could save him.”

The words hit Molly like a punch to the gut. “Fuck you! You think you can blackmail me into fucking you? We managed for years without you and…”

“Oh, you’re going to get fucked.” Chuck cut her off. “The question is what you get out of it. I can be very good to you, or things can get worse for you without me doing a thing. I saw how you acted. You wanted to get fucked. By me. And hard. While we were fucking you moaned about how long it had been. Now you don’t have to wait.”

He stood up and grabbed her by her curly red hair, pulling it back. His mouth was over hers before she could reply, forcing his tongue between her lips and pulling her to him. She grabbed him under the arms just to keep from falling off the chair, and he lifted her bare ass onto the table before she could protest. Coffee spilt to the floor. Her finger nails dug into his back. “Fuck you!” she sputtered.

“No, fuck you.” He laughed as he slid his hand between her legs. “Sorry I can’t wait till your pussy gets wetter, but I have a meeting in an hour.” He said, grabbing the butter from the table and squeezing it between his fingers. Shoving two buttery fingers back in, he grinned. “Maybe I didn’t need this after all.”

She pounded on his back with her fists as he unzipped his pants and pushed his cock inside her. She bit his shoulder through his shirt and dug her nails into his back again. He continued to drive his cock into her. God, she didn’t want to cum, but she felt herself giving in. “Damn him for knowing I need to fuck him” she thought. Before she could stop, her hips were moving to his thrusts. He pulled her shirt off over her head, and laid her on her back across the table. The table creaked and her tits rolled back and forth with his stroking. Once again her own feminine ejaculation soaked the table and floor and her orgasm came in waves.

“Hot dam, I love a slut that squirts,” he laughed. “Ok, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.” He strode around the table and pulled under her arms till her head was leaning off the table. He straddled her face. “Ok, lick those balls.” She obeyed. She just felt so hot, so nasty. He stroked his shaft as he twisted her nipples. “Bury your face in them. Suck them” She continued to obey, actually wanting to please him.

He grabbed the rest of the butter and began rubbing it between her tits. She was a busty girl, and he was able to wrap his cock completely between her ample mounds. Soon he was stroking his cock between them as his testicles brushed back and forth against her chin. She tried her best to catch them with her tongue and caught herself anxious to feel his cum on her body. When he came, it was in long spurts across her arched belly, almost to her soft mound of curly red pubic hair.

Zipping up, he simply said “I’ll be in touch.”

Later, Jerry was eating his dinner at the exact spot on the table where his boss had fucked his wife's pussy a few hours earlier. He told his wife how his supervisor had wanted to fire him, but for some reason the owner of the company wanted to give him a second chance. Molly, sitting where she had licked and sucked and been greedy for the bosses balls just a few hours earlier, just listened and nodded.