Every year, Jack — the owner of the company where I work — invites the executive team and their spouses to a retreat at his estate. I was recently promoted, so this was my first year attending.

Having only previously dealt with Jack during business situations, I was nervous. But I shouldn’t have been. He was incredibly welcoming, especially to my wife. He fawned over her really, always offering to refill her drink or make her a plate.

Later that evening, Jack casually sidled up to me at the fire pit.

“Your wife is lovely — an exceptionally beautiful woman,” he said. “I’d love to get to know her better — with your permission, of course.”

It took a moment for the meaning of his request to sink in. I can assure you, my Becky is an adventurous gal. I knew that with my approval she would be glad to experience another man, especially one as handsome and dashing as my boss, Jack.

“You absolutely have my permission,” I replied.

“Wonderful. I’ll show you both to my room later tonight. And I’d love it if you stuck around for the show.”

I walked to Becky with an extra spring in my step, confident she would be happy to hear about the turn our evening would take. Sure enough, she was positively tickled by the suggestion. She couldn’t wait for the rest of the team to retire, so her fun could begin.

When the rest of the guests finally headed to their accommodations, Becky and I shared a conspiratorial smile. True to his word, Jack collected us quickly and ushered us both upstairs to his palatial master suite.

He gestured toward a chaise, which was set opposite the luxurious bed.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said to me.

Jack turned to face Becky and told her, “I’ve had my eyes on you all day.”

Ever the actress, my wife demurely cast her eyes downward. But she couldn’t hide her lusty smile as she replied, “I noticed.”

Becky rested her hand on his abdomen and walked her fingers up to his chest, skipping along the buttons of his shirt.

“Tell me, Jack. What turns you on?”

Jack always commands any room he’s in. In my experience, no question has ever caught him unaware. That night, however, was different. Along came my wife, a smoldering temptress, and with just one simple question, Becky rendered my imposing, domineering boss speechless.

My God, I was proud. Not only had Becky caught the eye of the most powerful man in the place, she’d also brought him to heel. Moved by her utter audaciousness, my cock stirred in my pants.

Jack swallowed hard, but he didn’t respond. In truth, he appeared shocked that Becky was prepared to cater to his preferences.

With his silence as her cue, Becky took control. She dropped to her knees, looking up at Jack from beneath lowered lids as she reached for the zipper on his slacks.

“May I?” she asked.

Finally, Jack found his voice and replied, “Please.”

Jack and I both watched intently, while Becky opened the buckle on his designer belt. She whipped the supple leather out from the loops of his pants and took it in both fists, then she gave the thick material a quick snap.

“Are you a naughty boy, Jack?” she asked.

“Y-yes,” he stammered.

Becky smiled wickedly and said, “Well, that’s something to address on another night. But we’ll have plenty of fun just the same.”

She tossed the belt onto the bed, never once breaking eye contact with Jack.

“First, I’m going to suck your cock. Would you like that?”

“Oh God, yes,” he groaned.

Becky popped open the button on Jack’s pants and tugged down his zipper, revealing a pair of silky briefs that were tented — thanks to his growing erection. She smoothed her hands over the lustrous material and cupped his balls in her palm.

“I love a man who appreciates the finer things in life,” she cooed.

She continued to caress Jack’s cock through the slippery-looking fabric.

“I wonder what secrets these briefs of yours are hiding,” she mused.

Regaining his usual confidence, Jack replied, “Why don’t you take them off and find out?”

“Good idea,” my wife said.

Becky nuzzled Jack’s erection through the strained fabric, then she grabbed the waistband and dragged it down. The briefs caught on his rigid shaft, but my crafty minx managed to free his rod.

“Oh, what a big boy you are,” she purred.

She wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth and stroked his length with reverence. A jovial glint lit her eyes as she asked, “Wanna see a magic trick? I can make your dick disappear.”

She trailed the tip of her tongue from the base of his dick to the tip. Then she wrapped her plump lips around the bell-shaped head and sucked the whole of him into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Jack groaned.

He tossed his head back and wound his fingers through my wife’s glossy hair.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he grunted.

His hips jerked, burying his dick even deeper down Becky’s throat.

Speaking from experience, my wife gives incredible head. Even from across the room, I could imagine exactly how it would feel if her lips and tongue were caressing my own cock. Jack was experiencing quite the treat thanks to Becky’s magical mouth.

Jack held her head steady, while he pumped his dick into her maw. Her ruby lipstick spread over his skin, tinting it with a reddish hue.

A light, melodic hum filled the air. The sound was Becky’s favorite way to express her appreciation for some good dick.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Jack swore again through gritted teeth. He sounded even more desperate than before.

Judging by his reaction, I’d say Becky’s song definitely created a buzzing sensation that reverberated against his dick. I was no stranger to the feeling; Becky’s vibrating mouth always drives me fucking wild.

By the looks of it, she was driving Jack wild, too. I’d never seen my normally stoic boss behave in such an unhinged manner. Becky brought out a raw side of him that I never knew existed. She’s a powerful vixen, and I was in awe of her.

Jack looked ready to lose his damn mind, but Becky appeared determined to kick things up a notch. She reached up and took hold of his sac. It was especially striking since Jack often likes to brag when he’s got a client “by the balls.”

My, how the tables had turned!

“Oh God,” Jack moaned as she fondled his nuts.

He was soon hammering his dick into my wife’s mouth. It was so hot. I was worried I might bust a nut just from watching her blow him.

Almost immediately, Jack slowed things down. It was like he’d read my mind.

“Stop! Stop!” he pleaded, pulling his dick from Becky’s mouth.

Jack took a step back. He took Becky’s hand in his own and pulled her up to face him. In her heels, my wife was nearly at eye level with my boss. She flashed him a saucy smile, which he quickly erased with a searing kiss.

I, too, love kissing Becky after a blowjob. There’s something so erotic about tasting a hint of my own meat on my woman’s lips, and I was glad Jack appeared to feel the same way.

When Jack broke the kiss, he immediately pointed to the bed.

“Get on your stomach,” he demanded.

“You’re the boss,” Becky said teasingly.

She sauntered over to the bed in her flirty sundress and strappy shoes, her hips swaying with every step.

Jack shucked his pants as my wife settled on the mattress. My boss flipped up Becky’s dress, revealing her bare cheeks which were bisected by the skinny back band of her G-string. He traced his finger over the thin strip of elastic and dipped beneath it to tease her puckered asshole. His touch made her squirm and coo with delight, and he leaned forward to kiss her rear.

“You have a beautiful ass,” he murmured. “Don’t you agree, Brandon?”

“The finest,” I replied, and I meant it.

Jack grabbed one cheek firmly and gave it a good squeeze, then he lifted his hand and brought it down on her backside with a loud smack.

Becky squealed, and Jack said, “Look at that jiggle.”

He kneaded her plush cheeks with both hands and sighed, “I love a woman with a bit of meat on her bones.”

After toying with her rear, he asked a question that made my balls ache: “Do you like ass play, Becky?”

“Very much,” she confessed.

“Good, because I love eating ass.”

Jack hooked his finger beneath the elastic nestled between Becky’s cheeks and pulled it away from her asshole.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take a taste,” he said

“Please do!”

Jack dove in immediately, parting her cheeks and lavishing her crack with licks. He trailed the tip of his tongue around the fluted edge of her asshole, drawing lazy circles around her opening.

“Oh, yes,” Becky sighed.

Jack lifted his head. Even from where I sat, I could see my wife’s crack was glistening with his saliva. My boss drew his index finger into his mouth, slickening it up with spit. He pulled it from his lips, then he traced the wet pad of his finger around her rim before slowly sinking it inside her.

She arched her back and wiggled her ass, swallowing up the whole of his finger.

He pumped his digit in and out of her a few times before announcing, “Now we’re ready to screw.”

Jack slipped his free hand between Becky’s legs and rooted around in her pussy.

“Nice and wet, just the way I like it,” he remarked.

“Good. Now fuck me!”

That was my cue to haul out my dick and start jerking off in earnest.

Meanwhile, Jack pulled away and yanked off her thong as I yanked on my pulsing meat. Then my boss shot me a lascivious look before sinking his dick into Becky’s wet and waiting pussy.

“Oh yes!” Becky cried out. “Fuck me, boss man. Fuck me good!”

Jack moved with the same grace he shows in the boardroom. Every hitch of his hips was forceful and resolute. Becky enjoyed every minute of his fucking and announced her orgasm with a sexy cry.

Jack came seconds after her. He roared so loud I thought surely the other guests in the house must have heard him. He pulled out of Becky’s pussy and pumped his cream all over her ass.

My own load came jetting out of my cock to thoroughly soak my fist. It was a bone-rattling climax that had my whole body shivering.

After they both caught their breath, Jack drew a hot bath in his en suite bathroom and washed Becky thoroughly from her tits to her toes, while I cleaned up myself. When he finished, he rubbed a sweet-scented oil all over her body, then he bundled her up in a robe.

“Until tomorrow, Becky,” he said.

She blew him a kiss, and we both scurried off to our room. We both needed to rest up for the next day with Jack.