Wife’s Boss Chapter One: The Award Ceremony

“Be careful around Julia,” my wife reminded me for the fourteenth time.

“I know,” I growled as we walked into the building.

My wife’s company was holding an annual award ceremony, and she was warning me about her new boss.

“She’s a complete flirt, and we keep telling her not to flirt with our husbands,” Anjelica shook her head as we walked into the large dining hall.

“You warned me last time,” I sighed.

“I know, but she’s…”

I put my hand up as we were pointed to our table.

I was happy that some of the others were already sitting. I remembered some of Anjelica’s co-workers.

“Hey Abraham,” one of the guys looked at me as I sat down.

I shook his hand, and the conversation started. Of course, it was centered on who won what award and who got the most sales, but then it went back to Julia.

Most of the guys didn’t entertain the gossip that the other women put forward, and like women, they all said it was because we were guys, and we didn’t know anything about women’s behavior.

“I am glad that’s over,” I chuckled as the women left the table to mingle with others.

“I don’t get it,” one of the guys said. “They always talk badly about Julia, but I don’t see anything wrong.”

“Me neither, we got good raises this year, better than most years,” another added.

“She’s a woman,” I blurted. “The last boss was a man and now they have a female boss. Women don’t like other women being in charge.”

“Especially since Julia doesn’t sit around and talk with them or give them the days off they want just because they showed a little cleavage,” one of the guys laughed.

“Or wore a tighter or shorter skirt,” another pointed out.

I had seen Anjelica shop for work attire. When it came close to evaluation week, or if she wanted to put in for an extra day off, she would get a tighter shirt or a shorter skirt. Many times, she came home with a few buttons undone. She always said it was to play the game, and it was harmless.

None of that worked with another female, and I knew that was driving Anjelica crazy.

I had never met Julia, but I wanted to thank her for putting Anjelica in her place. At home or at work, Anjelica had to be the top bitch, the one all the other females listened to and obeyed. Julia was throwing a wrench in the way Anjelica liked them to be.

“There she is,” one of the guys pointed to a woman entering the hall.

Anjelica’s eyes immediately narrowed as she spotted Julia talking to some of the high execs. Julia waved at our table and started heading towards us.

Anjelica stopped whatever conversation she was having and beelined it to me. “Hi,” Julia held out her hand. “Don’t think we have met.”

“He is Abraham,” Anjelica interjected and sat down between Julia and me. “He is my husband. We have been married for seven years!”

“Very nice Anj, but I think your husband can talk for himself,” Julia grinned.

“Abraham,” I introduced myself as Julia sat down.

Now I knew why Anjelica didn’t want me talking to Julia. She had gotten work done, and there was no way her chest was the real deal.

A man walked up to the podium, and the doors closed as the ceremony started.

“I told you not to talk to her!” Anjelica whispered.

“She talked to me first!” I responded.

Anjelica rolled her eyes and looked away from me.

I kept staring over the table at Julia. I had a huge implant fetish. I loved the fake ones, even though I had never felt them. I was fascinated by how perfect they looked on a woman, especially a woman built like Julia, who was tall, with a nice body and huge boltons. They weren’t completely massive, but anyone could tell they didn’t match the rest of her.

As the ceremony continued and the food came out, I noticed some of the buttons on Julia’s top were loose.

“I told you!” Anjelica exclaimed. “She’s flirting!”

“She hasn’t said a word to me!” I scolded her.

“You know very well what I mean! Now stop it!”

Everybody was mingling with each other when the same guy tapped a glass, and everybody returned to their tables for the continuation.

I felt something brush against my leg. I looked under the white sheet of the tablecloth and saw Julia’s red shoe brushing against my leg.

When I looked at her, she winked at me. I smiled back at her.

I moved closer to the table and pretended to be interested in what the man was saying, even though I couldn’t care less.

Julia’s foot moved up my leg and pressed itself against my groin.

I showed no signs of indiscretion. I felt Julia’s foot under the table and removed her high heel.

Julia stammered a giggle as she squeezed and massaged her foot in my hands.

Anjelica was entranced by what the man was talking about and tried to tell me whether she thought what he was saying was good or bad. Little did she know that under the table, I had her boss’s foot in my hand.

Julia pulled her foot out of my hand and pressed it hard against my aching cock.

‘Bathroom!’ Julia mouthed and pointed without everyone looking.

“Be right back,” I whispered to my wife as I got up from the table.

“Okay,” Anjelica replied.

I quickly entered the handicapped bathroom and walked inside. A few moments later, I heard the clicking and clacking of high heels on the tiled floor.

I looked out and saw Julia looking for me.

“In here!” I waved.

Julia quickly rushed to me, and I closed the door behind her.

“How did that stuck up bitch land a dark-skinned fine ass man like you?” Julia asked as she looked me up and down.

“Long story,” I smiled as I stared down at her cleavage.

“Not really interested,” Julia shrugged. “I am interested in this though!”

Julia grabbed my groin. “Oh yes!” she smiled as she dropped to her knees. “This will do nicely!”

Before I could say anything, Julia had unbuckled my belt and had my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t the first time I had cheated on Anjelica, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Anjelica was a prude in the bedroom; she wasn’t at first, but as soon as the wedding was final, she turned into the ice princess, only wanting sex on birthdays and at the end of the year. I knew she had cheated on me, probably with one of her many male friends, but I didn’t care.

“Damn it feels good to have a good cock in my mouth!” Julia shook her head with my cock in it. “I bet she hates sucking it, doesn’t she?”

“She hasn’t sucked it in almost a year now,” I looked down at Julia.

“A year!” Julia grinned as she looked up at me.

“Just over a year,” I told her.

“Well,” Julia grinned. “Let me make up for it.”

Julia did just that; she rapidly started throating and sucking my cock, until I was about to burst. Then she buried my cock deep in her throat as I came.

“Where did you go?” Anjelica asked as I returned to the table.

“Told you not to cook chili last night,” I lied to her.

A few moments later, Julia returned to the table.

On the drive home, Anjelica couldn’t stop talking about how much of a bitch Julia was and how she hoped the company would fire her and promote one of the guys from the table. I knew exactly which one she wanted, the one who kept kissing up to her.

‘You should stop by the office sometime,’ a text came through as I got home. ‘For a repeat performance, we will have more time so I can do it properly!’

I smiled at Anjelica, who was already on social media complaining about the dinner and other things she thought were wrong.

‘Sounds like a plan!’ I responded.