The first time I met him was at a staff party; everyone was pretty shocked when he turned up, he was a billionaire media mogul after all, and we were just a small newspaper he'd obtained when he bought a bigger outfit in Chicago that owned us.
But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy little office.
He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.
Now Joyce, though being a lovely blonde, was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn't in the same league as the models he was normally associated with, or the supermodel he'd recently married. My wife was [and still is] a beautiful woman, but it's her personality and intelligence that sets her apart.
"What were you talking to him about last night?" I asked her the following evening, the first time we had time to talk.
"Lots of things. He's such a nice man, Rick; and so interesting."
She had seemed to be attracted to him and still did. Resisting the urge to remind her that the boss was white-haired and balding, I kept it strictly businiess. "Did he say anything about the future of the paper?"
"Not really. He asked me a lot of questions though."
"What kind of questions?"
"About the staff mainly, but he was really nice."
"You said that."
"I told him about your ideas to help the circulation. I think he liked them."
We were still talking about him when there was a knock on the apartment door. I opened it to find him standing there; Him, our new owner, my boss, the billionaire entrepreneur, alone at my very humble door!
He offered me his hand; "Rick isn't it?" he asked.
"I... yes." I said, stunned.
He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he'd gotten through the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.
The big man looked around our small place, until his eyes settled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered. He had come by surprise, and she was just wearing a simple house dress with only panties underneath. I could see what he was seeing, the outlines of her prominent nipples.
"I wanted to talk to you in private." he said as his eyes passed over my wife and moving slowly. "Mind if I sit down?"
"Of course not, please..." I stammered, still not believing he was here. "Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?"
"A glass of wine would be nice," he said, seating himself on one end of our sofa. "Sit with me, dear." He said to my wife, patting the cushion next to himself in the middle of the sofa, "I enjoyed our conversation last night."
My wife hesitated, looked down at the sofa, which was three wide, and even so, she took the cushion that he had patted, right next to my boss on his left instead of the end. As she sank deep into the cushion, her skirt automatically pulled up until it was halfway up her thighs.
I poured us each a glass of wine, feeling confused and threatened, yet helpless.
"I came by the newspaper last night to announce my intention to shut it down." The big man said\ while casually putting his left arm around Joyce's shoulders; she just looked straight ahead into empty space, her eyes big and round, like an ******* on a lonely country road shocked by the headlights of an unexpected truck.
I was reacting too, inwardly, as I felt my heart pound and my chest tightened.
"I'm sure you know that the losses it runs are significant." He continued, "But then I started talking to Joyce here, about all the people involved. You all seem so nice; well, what's the point of all my power and wealth if I can't give a second chance every now and then."
I struggled to come up with some words; I'm a writer, not a speaker. "But sir, I'm just a junior editor. Why have you come to me?"
His powerful hand clamped my wife's bare shoulder; she was wearing a simple strapped smock. Joyce just stared at me in shock, as if seeking some direction from me; but I had none to give her.
"Because of your wife, Rick. I'm very impressed with her; a PhD in mathematics is really an achievement. Now she's told me of your energy and ideas. I like the idea of throwing a new man into the ring, giving someone a chance to make a difference.
Perhaps you can turn the paper around, perhaps you can preserve all those jobs and the families that depend on them. The position pays well, so Joyce could stay home and work on her theorems. Would you like that?"
My throat was dry; is this a joke? "Yes; yes sir I would."
"Excellent. I like to do something really good every now and then; I also like to do something bad on occasion. Sometimes, I do both simultaneously."
And with that, he shifted his hand to the back of Joyce's head, and twisted her face around towards him. He wrapped his other hand around her neck for good measure, and he kissed her, he actually kissed my lovely young wife on her mouth!
Her eyes bulged in shock, but she let him kiss her, making absolutely no effort to stop him. How could she, after what he'd just said?
With her upper body now being twisted towards my boss, her legs had opened and from my position seated across from them, I could look all the way up to her panties. I realized right then how vulnerable my lovely wife was.
For a few fleeting seconds I had thought that the kiss he was giving Joyce was going to be just a token of affection, the same way you give someone a hug. But, after he had kept his lips pressed against hers for five, and then more seconds, I knew what he intended to do.
I stared in helpless shock as the kiss continued past ten, then fifteen seconds. Instinctively I knew that there must be a lot of tongue action going on. My mind was whirling. What should I do? A hundred jobs, our local paper, my future, or my wife? He was a hundred times the man I was, and we all knew it. A million dollars was pocket change to him, the business I worked for was just a nuisance.
Joyce was turned towards him, her panties showing to me, and I half expected his right hand to move up and between her legs since they were now opened and everything was vulnerable to his touch.
"Now here's how this would work." he said, finally breaking the kiss, and running his hand behind Joyce's back. "You'll do an article about me, you'll accompany me around for a few weeks. It will be mainly complimentary, with just enough criticism to make it seem balanced."
With no response from me verbally, and having received only apparent willingness on the side of both my wife and myself for the long kiss he had taken, my boss was going on as if the deal had already been signed, sealed and delivered.
As he was talking he brought his hands to my wife's thin pale shoulders and pulled the straps of her smock down before I realized he had just unzipped her dress. There they were exposed to his view; her small firm breasts stood proud, the pink nipples erect in the cool air of the room. Her face was blank with confusion, and I guess mine was probably pretty much the same.
Holding my breath, I watched as he admired her lovely globes and I anticipated the moment he would reach out and cup one in his hand, but he didn't, at least not right away.
"Your publishing director is retiring in a month anyway. I'll promote you to the post, everyone will say it was because of the article, no one will ever guess the truth."
"And what is the truth?" I asked.
He turned to me for a moment and smiled, before tugging her dress right out from under my astonished wife and threading it over her long thin legs. She helped him. My wife actually helped him as she sort of raised her hips off the couch in order to allow him to strip her.
"I think you know the answer to that, Rick. Let's not discuss the specifics, all right?"
The specifics were, my wife was now seated right up against him, and she was naked save for a set of white panties. Beside his bulk, her naked little body looked so vulnerable, and yet, so inviting. Immediately, now that Joyce was totally revealed, I think I experienced the same excitement that my boss might have been feeling.
My cock began tingling and even grew a little. I didn't want this, but my eyes were telling me that maybe I should be.
I looked at Joyce, and she looked back at me, her big innocent eyes begging for an answer to this conundrum; how could we agree? Yet how could we refuse?
In the next few seconds, he had risen, his shoes and trousers were off, he pulled my wife's panties off, her milky pale legs were splayed out, and just that quick he was getting down onto his knees on the rug and easing himself between her legs.
I could see his naked ass, and it struck me right then, hard, that on the other side of that body was his cock, and it was now visible to my wife and coming her way.
I had seen and still could see the look of surprise and maybe fear, I didn't know, on my wife's face as she had watched him disrobe and move into her personal space.
His back was to me and I no longer could see between my wife's legs as before, so rising, I moved over to the couch and actually set myself down on the front edge of the last unused cushion. My wife knew I was there, and that I apparently had moved over to see the action, but she never glanced over at me.
My movement to get in close and see told her for sure, right then and there, that I was going to allow my boss to take possession of her and all I planned to do was watch.
And that was when I first saw it. It, right before my bulging eyes, he was holding a very large and stiff old penis against her groin. I knew now why she had that look on her face. His cock was long, very much so, but seeing the thickness was what both thrilled and shocked me.
"Relax my dear." He coaxed her persuasively, "Just relax and lean back."
"But I couldn't!" she objected feebly. My wife's eyes were on that prick, and I could see that she was having her doubts as to whether she could comfortably take it. Just for a split second she glanced over at me, saw the expression on my face, realized that I was not going to stop this, and turned her attentions back to the man before her.
“I...I can't, you're too big,” my wife said again, this time with a soft timid voice as she stared at the huge hunk of aged meat coming her way. Now my boss knew for sure, whatever her husband has between the legs, he has more.
"Of course you can, my dear." He answered her, the full ******* of his considerable personality focused on her. I was simply ignored, as if I was no longer there.
My tongue was swollen and parched, my limbs had gone weak; what kind of a man were we dealing with? Who could do such a thing and expect to get away with it?
He could.
Joyce is a delicate creature, with thin limbs and long slightly wavy blonde hair. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's; at 24, she was still asked for ID when we went to clubs. Her slim fine youth was in stark contrast to his large middle-aged and balding bulk. Her innocent beauty was the opposite of his corrupted desire.
He lifted her long legs in either arm, opening her and pushing her slightly back. As he stared down into her inviting hole, she stared up at him silently, as helpless and stunned as I was. This man, a stranger to us before last evening, was now between her naked thighs, and doing so in front of her husband!
I felt a weird numbness, like when I'd had a bad car accident once. I had not yet acknowledged what was happening, that an overwhelming ******* had suddenly crashed into our lives, and was now taking my wife right before my eyes.
His penis, that cock. Combined with the pleasure she might feel, it would stretch her, maybe hurt her, and forever place in her mind that she had been fucked by a man who was considerably larger than her husband between the legs.
On his knees on our carpet, the powerful man maneuvered his stiff rod to Joyce's spread pink snatch. She stared at him silently, her mouth hanging open, the tension of this weird moment painted across her face.
There was nothing left to say. No challenge to his authority coming from her husband. My wife was about to have our lives changed, and she was looking up at him and waiting.
His penis rested on her for a moment, then he pushed his hips forward, and the tip entered her; before my eyes, my young wife was being defiled by the billionaire. She moaned loudly and her eyes bulged as the tip entered her fully and stopped.
“Are you alright my dear,” he asked, grinning down at her?
Joyce sighed, quite loudly. I could hear her breathing loudly, and it sounded like she had just completed a brief running sprint. “It's...it's alright. Go ahead.”
I could barely breathe this was so unreal. My boss now had the head of his huge penis seated firmly inside my wife's vagina, and at this point he had not so much as touched her breasts or her vagina with his hands. He had gone directly from a kiss to a fuck, and left out all the in-between formality.
"Aaaah, this is wonderful!" the media mogul exclaimed as he worked his bottom tighter into the valley of Joyce's smooth spread thighs.
“Oooooh!” She looked over at me for a moment, her clear eyes impossible to read, then looked away.
"Aaaahhh, but she feels good,” he said with a big smile while glancing over at my face. “There's just no feeling like this in the world; total domination, complete power, to take a young wife while her helpless husband watches,” he said while sliding his big stiff member slighlty deeper into her.
He had referred to me as 'the helpless husband who is watching his young wife being taken.' That comment in front of my wife clearly was an illustration as to how much control my boss had over both me and my wife.
He might be thinking of me as being helpless, and my wife might be thinking it too, but I was growing extremely excited, along with my cock.
“Oooooh Mmmmmmm.” My wife seemed to be taking him rather easily considering, and I realized that there must be some lubrication coming from one of them. Her arms were going up now as she placed her hands over his broad shoulders.
“See Rick how your wife slowly begins to accept her fate as I ease my big cock into her sweet and tight married pussy. As she experiences the feeling of being stretched wide, she might hate this, and you might hate this, but right now I suspect that neither of you would want me to stop.”
He was deliberately delaying his entry into her, going forward in almost undetectable amounts. Yet, it was enough, I noticed to have my wife digging her fingers into his shoulders. I couldn't see them, but I would have bet that her toes were curling as well.
He was a little less than half-way into her now, and seemed to be in no hurry to achieve full penetration.
"I have thirty-five thousand employees, I have dinners with world leaders, but this is true power. How old are you, Rick?"
He eased another inch into her, and I saw my wife's mouth open wide as she drew in another breath.
"Thirty two." It came out almost as a squeak as I watched my lovely wife being violated by his huge prick. I could see that even now, he had not yet fully penetrated her to his fullest. So far he had only been moving forward, not actually fucking yet, just...feeling his way as he penetrated.
Now, for the first time he came back a little ways, then, moving forward, he gave her one stroke, then two, using just the head and some of the shaft. I could see her inner pussy lips struggling to both hold onto him and somehow allow him to slide past as he moved slowly back and forth.
Now he had his hand on her throat to demonstrate his power over her.
There was still some more to go and I suspected that he was deliberately taking his time going all the way so that he could drag out and enjoy this conversation.
I was not only watching his cock as it was violating my wife and spreading her beyond what I had thought to be her capacity but I was also watching her face. I could see...she wants him all the way in.
“And of course,” he said, smiling, “we have these.” Now, finally, he was reaching down and fondling her breasts, but staying up so that he could look down and see the penetration, and also, it appeared, so that I would see it. "She has lovely breasts Rick, and they fill my hands perfectly.”
I had my tongue out and was unconciously running it over my lips as I saw his hands cupping her breasts and teasing the nipples. “But her pussy is the issue for the moment. Look Rick at your wife's pussy adjusting to my cock. Have you ever watched your lovely wife with another man before?"
"No." Strangely and I don't know why I was doing it because I knew he wanted me to, I moved over for a closer look at how his prick was spreading her lips. “She's never been with another man, before me.”
"Well that's good to know I am the first. It was once normal for a chieftain or a king to have his way with whichever woman he desired, but things have changed."
He kept stroking, going slow and enjoying the feel. Then he looked at me, down at my crotch, and said the words I was shocked to hear, and yet would be the words that would enable me to satisfy a desire I was feeling.
“Take your cock out Rick and stroke it as you watch your wife taking my cock.”
I hesitated, giving my wife a quick embarrassed glance as I tried to decide if I should do what he had requested, or was it an order?
“Go on Rick. You wife knows that you are equally turned on now. It is obvious in your face.”
I sighed. “Yes.” And standing up, I not only pulled my stiff cock out, I lowered my trousers to my knees, and as I turned to resume my seated position on the couch, I saw that both my boss and my wife were staring at my rigid penis with the drop of clear fluid visibly showing on the tip.
And of course, my boss, in his obvious enjoyment of humilating me, had to say it. “Yes, as I suspected from your wife's apparent fear upon seeing my cock for the first time, it is obvious that she is used to being taken by something much smaller.”
I saw my wife give me a quick glance of shock and I wondered if she was sympathizing with me or inwardly snickering as she was beginning to adapt to his hugeness.
Stupidly, I could only reply with a single word...'yes.' as I sat down and keeping my legs spread wide to better access my cock, I twisted my upper body to the right so I could still see the action going on between my wife's legs.
His comment degrading me, the size of my penis had insulted me, but at the same time with the size differential between my boss and me being so obvious, his stating it out loud seemed to be somewhat erotic in nature.
I had noticed something and since my wife could not see it, I am sure she could feel the difference but not see, I wanted to bring it out. “Her pussy has tuned all red around the lips, where you are stretching her. I've never seen her do that before.”
“Yes, some women do that. I have seen that before as I stretched their vaginas. As their excitement and the pleasure grows, the ******* flow increases.” He was looking into my wife's face, and she quickly glanced over at me and then looking back at him, Joyce smiled. She couldn't see her pussy, but she knew, for sure, that something different, something more, was going on.
“When she climaxes, her pussy will really be turning red.”
He fucked some more, but still not penetrating my wife to his fullest. “Tell me Rick, since you have never seen her pussy turn red like this. It will come out sooner or later. Do you think that she will still be able to enjoy your cock as much as before, or do you fear that now she will be thinking of my cock as you move yours within her?”
I think my face turned red as I blushed, unable to admit that since I was so much shorter, so much thinner compared to him, that my wife might feel that way.
“Well? Rick, you can tell me, because your wife I am sure has already thought about it. Besides, you will probably want to fuck her right after me so that you can add your sperm to mine, and she will be making a direct comparison in her mind.”
Then he thought for a moment and laughed. “Not just in her mind, but in her pussy.”
That thought had already struck me, the possibility of me fucking her right after him. If I did while he was still here, he would see me in any case and know, so I might as well say. “I'm a lot smaller it is obvious, compared to you. I have about six inches in length and I don't know what the measurement is, yours around compared to mine, but it is a lot I think.”
But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy little office.
He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.
Now Joyce, though being a lovely blonde, was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn't in the same league as the models he was normally associated with, or the supermodel he'd recently married. My wife was [and still is] a beautiful woman, but it's her personality and intelligence that sets her apart.
"What were you talking to him about last night?" I asked her the following evening, the first time we had time to talk.
"Lots of things. He's such a nice man, Rick; and so interesting."
She had seemed to be attracted to him and still did. Resisting the urge to remind her that the boss was white-haired and balding, I kept it strictly businiess. "Did he say anything about the future of the paper?"
"Not really. He asked me a lot of questions though."
"What kind of questions?"
"About the staff mainly, but he was really nice."
"You said that."
"I told him about your ideas to help the circulation. I think he liked them."
We were still talking about him when there was a knock on the apartment door. I opened it to find him standing there; Him, our new owner, my boss, the billionaire entrepreneur, alone at my very humble door!
He offered me his hand; "Rick isn't it?" he asked.
"I... yes." I said, stunned.
He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he'd gotten through the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.
The big man looked around our small place, until his eyes settled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered. He had come by surprise, and she was just wearing a simple house dress with only panties underneath. I could see what he was seeing, the outlines of her prominent nipples.
"I wanted to talk to you in private." he said as his eyes passed over my wife and moving slowly. "Mind if I sit down?"
"Of course not, please..." I stammered, still not believing he was here. "Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?"
"A glass of wine would be nice," he said, seating himself on one end of our sofa. "Sit with me, dear." He said to my wife, patting the cushion next to himself in the middle of the sofa, "I enjoyed our conversation last night."
My wife hesitated, looked down at the sofa, which was three wide, and even so, she took the cushion that he had patted, right next to my boss on his left instead of the end. As she sank deep into the cushion, her skirt automatically pulled up until it was halfway up her thighs.
I poured us each a glass of wine, feeling confused and threatened, yet helpless.
"I came by the newspaper last night to announce my intention to shut it down." The big man said\ while casually putting his left arm around Joyce's shoulders; she just looked straight ahead into empty space, her eyes big and round, like an ******* on a lonely country road shocked by the headlights of an unexpected truck.
I was reacting too, inwardly, as I felt my heart pound and my chest tightened.
"I'm sure you know that the losses it runs are significant." He continued, "But then I started talking to Joyce here, about all the people involved. You all seem so nice; well, what's the point of all my power and wealth if I can't give a second chance every now and then."
I struggled to come up with some words; I'm a writer, not a speaker. "But sir, I'm just a junior editor. Why have you come to me?"
His powerful hand clamped my wife's bare shoulder; she was wearing a simple strapped smock. Joyce just stared at me in shock, as if seeking some direction from me; but I had none to give her.
"Because of your wife, Rick. I'm very impressed with her; a PhD in mathematics is really an achievement. Now she's told me of your energy and ideas. I like the idea of throwing a new man into the ring, giving someone a chance to make a difference.
Perhaps you can turn the paper around, perhaps you can preserve all those jobs and the families that depend on them. The position pays well, so Joyce could stay home and work on her theorems. Would you like that?"
My throat was dry; is this a joke? "Yes; yes sir I would."
"Excellent. I like to do something really good every now and then; I also like to do something bad on occasion. Sometimes, I do both simultaneously."
And with that, he shifted his hand to the back of Joyce's head, and twisted her face around towards him. He wrapped his other hand around her neck for good measure, and he kissed her, he actually kissed my lovely young wife on her mouth!
Her eyes bulged in shock, but she let him kiss her, making absolutely no effort to stop him. How could she, after what he'd just said?
With her upper body now being twisted towards my boss, her legs had opened and from my position seated across from them, I could look all the way up to her panties. I realized right then how vulnerable my lovely wife was.
For a few fleeting seconds I had thought that the kiss he was giving Joyce was going to be just a token of affection, the same way you give someone a hug. But, after he had kept his lips pressed against hers for five, and then more seconds, I knew what he intended to do.
I stared in helpless shock as the kiss continued past ten, then fifteen seconds. Instinctively I knew that there must be a lot of tongue action going on. My mind was whirling. What should I do? A hundred jobs, our local paper, my future, or my wife? He was a hundred times the man I was, and we all knew it. A million dollars was pocket change to him, the business I worked for was just a nuisance.
Joyce was turned towards him, her panties showing to me, and I half expected his right hand to move up and between her legs since they were now opened and everything was vulnerable to his touch.
"Now here's how this would work." he said, finally breaking the kiss, and running his hand behind Joyce's back. "You'll do an article about me, you'll accompany me around for a few weeks. It will be mainly complimentary, with just enough criticism to make it seem balanced."
With no response from me verbally, and having received only apparent willingness on the side of both my wife and myself for the long kiss he had taken, my boss was going on as if the deal had already been signed, sealed and delivered.
As he was talking he brought his hands to my wife's thin pale shoulders and pulled the straps of her smock down before I realized he had just unzipped her dress. There they were exposed to his view; her small firm breasts stood proud, the pink nipples erect in the cool air of the room. Her face was blank with confusion, and I guess mine was probably pretty much the same.
Holding my breath, I watched as he admired her lovely globes and I anticipated the moment he would reach out and cup one in his hand, but he didn't, at least not right away.
"Your publishing director is retiring in a month anyway. I'll promote you to the post, everyone will say it was because of the article, no one will ever guess the truth."
"And what is the truth?" I asked.
He turned to me for a moment and smiled, before tugging her dress right out from under my astonished wife and threading it over her long thin legs. She helped him. My wife actually helped him as she sort of raised her hips off the couch in order to allow him to strip her.
"I think you know the answer to that, Rick. Let's not discuss the specifics, all right?"
The specifics were, my wife was now seated right up against him, and she was naked save for a set of white panties. Beside his bulk, her naked little body looked so vulnerable, and yet, so inviting. Immediately, now that Joyce was totally revealed, I think I experienced the same excitement that my boss might have been feeling.
My cock began tingling and even grew a little. I didn't want this, but my eyes were telling me that maybe I should be.
I looked at Joyce, and she looked back at me, her big innocent eyes begging for an answer to this conundrum; how could we agree? Yet how could we refuse?
In the next few seconds, he had risen, his shoes and trousers were off, he pulled my wife's panties off, her milky pale legs were splayed out, and just that quick he was getting down onto his knees on the rug and easing himself between her legs.
I could see his naked ass, and it struck me right then, hard, that on the other side of that body was his cock, and it was now visible to my wife and coming her way.
I had seen and still could see the look of surprise and maybe fear, I didn't know, on my wife's face as she had watched him disrobe and move into her personal space.
His back was to me and I no longer could see between my wife's legs as before, so rising, I moved over to the couch and actually set myself down on the front edge of the last unused cushion. My wife knew I was there, and that I apparently had moved over to see the action, but she never glanced over at me.
My movement to get in close and see told her for sure, right then and there, that I was going to allow my boss to take possession of her and all I planned to do was watch.
And that was when I first saw it. It, right before my bulging eyes, he was holding a very large and stiff old penis against her groin. I knew now why she had that look on her face. His cock was long, very much so, but seeing the thickness was what both thrilled and shocked me.
"Relax my dear." He coaxed her persuasively, "Just relax and lean back."
"But I couldn't!" she objected feebly. My wife's eyes were on that prick, and I could see that she was having her doubts as to whether she could comfortably take it. Just for a split second she glanced over at me, saw the expression on my face, realized that I was not going to stop this, and turned her attentions back to the man before her.
“I...I can't, you're too big,” my wife said again, this time with a soft timid voice as she stared at the huge hunk of aged meat coming her way. Now my boss knew for sure, whatever her husband has between the legs, he has more.
"Of course you can, my dear." He answered her, the full ******* of his considerable personality focused on her. I was simply ignored, as if I was no longer there.
My tongue was swollen and parched, my limbs had gone weak; what kind of a man were we dealing with? Who could do such a thing and expect to get away with it?
He could.
Joyce is a delicate creature, with thin limbs and long slightly wavy blonde hair. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's; at 24, she was still asked for ID when we went to clubs. Her slim fine youth was in stark contrast to his large middle-aged and balding bulk. Her innocent beauty was the opposite of his corrupted desire.
He lifted her long legs in either arm, opening her and pushing her slightly back. As he stared down into her inviting hole, she stared up at him silently, as helpless and stunned as I was. This man, a stranger to us before last evening, was now between her naked thighs, and doing so in front of her husband!
I felt a weird numbness, like when I'd had a bad car accident once. I had not yet acknowledged what was happening, that an overwhelming ******* had suddenly crashed into our lives, and was now taking my wife right before my eyes.
His penis, that cock. Combined with the pleasure she might feel, it would stretch her, maybe hurt her, and forever place in her mind that she had been fucked by a man who was considerably larger than her husband between the legs.
On his knees on our carpet, the powerful man maneuvered his stiff rod to Joyce's spread pink snatch. She stared at him silently, her mouth hanging open, the tension of this weird moment painted across her face.
There was nothing left to say. No challenge to his authority coming from her husband. My wife was about to have our lives changed, and she was looking up at him and waiting.
His penis rested on her for a moment, then he pushed his hips forward, and the tip entered her; before my eyes, my young wife was being defiled by the billionaire. She moaned loudly and her eyes bulged as the tip entered her fully and stopped.
“Are you alright my dear,” he asked, grinning down at her?
Joyce sighed, quite loudly. I could hear her breathing loudly, and it sounded like she had just completed a brief running sprint. “It's...it's alright. Go ahead.”
I could barely breathe this was so unreal. My boss now had the head of his huge penis seated firmly inside my wife's vagina, and at this point he had not so much as touched her breasts or her vagina with his hands. He had gone directly from a kiss to a fuck, and left out all the in-between formality.
"Aaaah, this is wonderful!" the media mogul exclaimed as he worked his bottom tighter into the valley of Joyce's smooth spread thighs.
“Oooooh!” She looked over at me for a moment, her clear eyes impossible to read, then looked away.
"Aaaahhh, but she feels good,” he said with a big smile while glancing over at my face. “There's just no feeling like this in the world; total domination, complete power, to take a young wife while her helpless husband watches,” he said while sliding his big stiff member slighlty deeper into her.
He had referred to me as 'the helpless husband who is watching his young wife being taken.' That comment in front of my wife clearly was an illustration as to how much control my boss had over both me and my wife.
He might be thinking of me as being helpless, and my wife might be thinking it too, but I was growing extremely excited, along with my cock.
“Oooooh Mmmmmmm.” My wife seemed to be taking him rather easily considering, and I realized that there must be some lubrication coming from one of them. Her arms were going up now as she placed her hands over his broad shoulders.
“See Rick how your wife slowly begins to accept her fate as I ease my big cock into her sweet and tight married pussy. As she experiences the feeling of being stretched wide, she might hate this, and you might hate this, but right now I suspect that neither of you would want me to stop.”
He was deliberately delaying his entry into her, going forward in almost undetectable amounts. Yet, it was enough, I noticed to have my wife digging her fingers into his shoulders. I couldn't see them, but I would have bet that her toes were curling as well.
He was a little less than half-way into her now, and seemed to be in no hurry to achieve full penetration.
"I have thirty-five thousand employees, I have dinners with world leaders, but this is true power. How old are you, Rick?"
He eased another inch into her, and I saw my wife's mouth open wide as she drew in another breath.
"Thirty two." It came out almost as a squeak as I watched my lovely wife being violated by his huge prick. I could see that even now, he had not yet fully penetrated her to his fullest. So far he had only been moving forward, not actually fucking yet, just...feeling his way as he penetrated.
Now, for the first time he came back a little ways, then, moving forward, he gave her one stroke, then two, using just the head and some of the shaft. I could see her inner pussy lips struggling to both hold onto him and somehow allow him to slide past as he moved slowly back and forth.
Now he had his hand on her throat to demonstrate his power over her.
There was still some more to go and I suspected that he was deliberately taking his time going all the way so that he could drag out and enjoy this conversation.
I was not only watching his cock as it was violating my wife and spreading her beyond what I had thought to be her capacity but I was also watching her face. I could see...she wants him all the way in.
“And of course,” he said, smiling, “we have these.” Now, finally, he was reaching down and fondling her breasts, but staying up so that he could look down and see the penetration, and also, it appeared, so that I would see it. "She has lovely breasts Rick, and they fill my hands perfectly.”
I had my tongue out and was unconciously running it over my lips as I saw his hands cupping her breasts and teasing the nipples. “But her pussy is the issue for the moment. Look Rick at your wife's pussy adjusting to my cock. Have you ever watched your lovely wife with another man before?"
"No." Strangely and I don't know why I was doing it because I knew he wanted me to, I moved over for a closer look at how his prick was spreading her lips. “She's never been with another man, before me.”
"Well that's good to know I am the first. It was once normal for a chieftain or a king to have his way with whichever woman he desired, but things have changed."
He kept stroking, going slow and enjoying the feel. Then he looked at me, down at my crotch, and said the words I was shocked to hear, and yet would be the words that would enable me to satisfy a desire I was feeling.
“Take your cock out Rick and stroke it as you watch your wife taking my cock.”
I hesitated, giving my wife a quick embarrassed glance as I tried to decide if I should do what he had requested, or was it an order?
“Go on Rick. You wife knows that you are equally turned on now. It is obvious in your face.”
I sighed. “Yes.” And standing up, I not only pulled my stiff cock out, I lowered my trousers to my knees, and as I turned to resume my seated position on the couch, I saw that both my boss and my wife were staring at my rigid penis with the drop of clear fluid visibly showing on the tip.
And of course, my boss, in his obvious enjoyment of humilating me, had to say it. “Yes, as I suspected from your wife's apparent fear upon seeing my cock for the first time, it is obvious that she is used to being taken by something much smaller.”
I saw my wife give me a quick glance of shock and I wondered if she was sympathizing with me or inwardly snickering as she was beginning to adapt to his hugeness.
Stupidly, I could only reply with a single word...'yes.' as I sat down and keeping my legs spread wide to better access my cock, I twisted my upper body to the right so I could still see the action going on between my wife's legs.
His comment degrading me, the size of my penis had insulted me, but at the same time with the size differential between my boss and me being so obvious, his stating it out loud seemed to be somewhat erotic in nature.
I had noticed something and since my wife could not see it, I am sure she could feel the difference but not see, I wanted to bring it out. “Her pussy has tuned all red around the lips, where you are stretching her. I've never seen her do that before.”
“Yes, some women do that. I have seen that before as I stretched their vaginas. As their excitement and the pleasure grows, the ******* flow increases.” He was looking into my wife's face, and she quickly glanced over at me and then looking back at him, Joyce smiled. She couldn't see her pussy, but she knew, for sure, that something different, something more, was going on.
“When she climaxes, her pussy will really be turning red.”
He fucked some more, but still not penetrating my wife to his fullest. “Tell me Rick, since you have never seen her pussy turn red like this. It will come out sooner or later. Do you think that she will still be able to enjoy your cock as much as before, or do you fear that now she will be thinking of my cock as you move yours within her?”
I think my face turned red as I blushed, unable to admit that since I was so much shorter, so much thinner compared to him, that my wife might feel that way.
“Well? Rick, you can tell me, because your wife I am sure has already thought about it. Besides, you will probably want to fuck her right after me so that you can add your sperm to mine, and she will be making a direct comparison in her mind.”
Then he thought for a moment and laughed. “Not just in her mind, but in her pussy.”
That thought had already struck me, the possibility of me fucking her right after him. If I did while he was still here, he would see me in any case and know, so I might as well say. “I'm a lot smaller it is obvious, compared to you. I have about six inches in length and I don't know what the measurement is, yours around compared to mine, but it is a lot I think.”