Boss Wife – fiction

{This is just a fantasy.}

Do you ever have one of those days where your boss busts your chops? Yeah, me too!

Now just imagine if your boss was your wife!

I have been married to my beautiful wife for about 5 years. We both work at an IT firm. She is the Vice-president and I am a computer programmer. At least once a week, I get grilled by my wife-boss on a variety of projects. She complains about my projects, deadlines, and typical work stuff.

Me: I have finished the reports, ma’am.

Wife: Double-check these numbers. This report is all wrong. Do it again.

Me. But ma’am…

Wife: No buts!! I don’t need excuses. I need results. Do it again.

I do my best. If it was only at work, that would be one thing. But when she and I are at home alone, I see a side of my wife that nobody knows.

It is a Saturday morning and I get out of bed. Smelling breakfast, I go down to the kitchen. I am still in my PJ’s and she is wearing a white apron and nothing else.

Wife: Good morning, darling. Here are some eggs, toast, bacon and orange juice. Enjoy!

Me: Thanks, honey.

She gets under the table, unzips my fly and pulls out my penis.

Me: Honey! What are you doing?

Wife: Just having my own breakfast. Thanks for the meal.

My wife starts licking the glans and cupping my balls. She looks into my eyes and gives me a wink to show that she is enjoying herself. Then, she starts working the shaft.

Me: Baby! I’m close!

Wife: We can’t have that now, can we?

She gets out from under the table. (Mind you that I sat eating while all this was going on.) She clears the table and sits on top of it.

Wife: Plant that big dick in me, now.

As I said before, my wife is the boss and I do what she says. I plunge my dick into her sweet vaginal hole. I was moving like a madman.

Wife: Faster! Faster!! More!

Me: Baby! I’m going to come!

Wife: Go ahead! Come inside me! Fill me with your seed! Make me yours!

I explode inside my wife then fall back into the chair.

Wife: Thank you for that. I needed it.

Me: Wow! Ok, Baby.

Wife: I will clean up. You go relax.  I love you!

Me: I love you, too.

Next Monday at the office:

Wife: These reports are all wrong. Do them again, now.

Me: Yes, Ma’am. Right away!

I go to my desk and prepare to redo the work. I get a text message from my wife.

Wife: When I you get home, your dick my mine. Love you.

Sometimes, I wonder which personality is the real her. Either way, I love my wife.