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The Reverend was my Japanese wife's first extra-marital affair. By the
time she told me about it, shortly before the Reverend moved back to
the mainland, she had  also had some "involvement" with my former
boss, who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.
Actually he had several body parts around and even into the jar,
although he never quite got a full cookie. More precisely, his wife
and couple of other people walked in on him and my wife in a side room
at the office Christmas party fifteen years ago. My wife's sweater was
unbuttoned and open. This was the culmination of a number of
escalating sexual encounters, over a couple of years, between Gary and
my wife.
My wife told me that Gary, my boss, had always paid her and her tits a
lot of attention. From the first time he met  her, at a pool party the
year before, he had been very open about his interest. He
"accidentally" walked into the bathroom while she was changing into
her bathing suit, and eyeing what could only be partially hidden with
her hands, asked my wife if she knew how special her breasts were for
a Japanese girl. When she didn't respond, he said that if she didn't
mind, as long as he was in the bathroom, he'd change into his own
swimsuit. Before My wife could reply, he stripped off his shorts to
put on his swim trunks. My wife saw that his penis, even in its
flaccid state, was long and thick. He didn't put his trunks on right
away, but pretended he needed access to the sink, which entailed
reaching around her, "accidentally" brushing her tits and ass with his
hands, and sliding his hardening tool across her belly, and into the
crack of he ass. When he pulled his suit on, pushing his semi-erect
cock into the supporter, he said with a grin "Sure you don't want to
give me a hand here?" As he left, he winked and suggested that she
shouldn't  "complicate" my job status by mentioning anything to me.
My wife said that later that day, Gary found her alone in the house
and came up behind her, lightly cupping, lifting, and gently squeezing
both breasts through the fabric her top. When she didn't immediately
respond, he slipped one hand inside her top and the other inside her
bottom. He managed to find both her nipple and her slit and got in a
little rubbing of both when she spun away and asked him to leave her
alone, and he apologized with his most boyish and sheepish smile,
saying that there was just something about her that made it hard to
control himself. My wife said she found him quite appealing, and told
him that while she appreciated the compliment, she would prefer if he
could please try to keep his hands to himself. Gary replied with a
grin that he'd try.
 
What Gary did was to take every chance he could to brush, rub or grasp
My wife's tits. He seemed to enjoy walking a fine line between
embarrassing my wife and embarrassing himself, trying to make his
actions seem accidental or innocent, if they were observed at all. At
one firm dinner, he managed to squib an olive into her cleavage, so
that he had to use several fingers to retrieve it. At every firm event
that involved dancing, he'd dance with my wife and invariably at some
point cop a feel, fast enough so that while anyone looking would
probably think they'd seen him grab her tit, they wouldn't be quite
sure exactly what had happened. Several times at other events, he'd
pretend to brush dirt, or dust, or something, off her blouse, or
adjust her adhesive nametag, obviously rubbing her tit in the process.
At the Christmas party the year before he got caught, he asked her to
dance and while they were dancing he unbuttoned the middle buttons on
her top and worked his hand inside, squeezing her breast for a couple
songs until her nipples were hard. My wife was pretty aroused, and
could feel his hardening lump pressed against her mound. As they left
the dance floor, he held her hand, and, bumping into her from behind,
directed it to his cock, hard but facing down because of his pants. My
wife said she felt its hardness and girth with the side of her hand
and was both impressed and aroused, but because of the setting, she
pulled her hand away. Later at the same party, Gary was fairly drunk.
He was carrying around a piece of mistletoe, kissing all the women,
and he found My wife talking with several other wives. He insisted on
kissing them all, holding the mistletoe over their heads with one hand
and putting the other around their waists to pull them in. He saved My
wife for last. He kissed her hard, and as he kissed her his hand
dropped from her waist to her ass, kneading one cheek and grinding her
crotch into his. Embarrassed, to say the least, in front of the other
wives, My wife pulled away. Gary apologized to her, then to the other
wives, saying he got carried away because "This woman has the body of
a goddess." "Madame, I salute your tits," he said, bending down,
grasping one breast in each hand, and planting a mock legion of honor
kiss over her dress on each nipple, which in his grasp became erect
and visible through the fabric. The other women gasped; My wife felt
humiliated, though aroused, and we left the party. Gary sent us a
large fruit basket a couple days later with a two-word apology. At the
time, My wife just told me he'd gotten "fresh", but of course the
details were all over the firm.
The next summer, we had a company party at the beach. My wife wore a
relatively modest two-piece, but she looked great. Gary, My wife, and
about ten others spent the afternoon playing volleyball. At one point,
My wife dived to the sand trying to dig out a point. Gary came over to
help her up, put his hands under her armpits from behind, and pulled
her up to her feet. Somehow he "lost" his grip and, as she started to
fall, he "had to" grab--guess what--her tits. As he pulled her to her
feet with his hands under her rack, one of her tits popped out of her
bra. Gary, apologizing and laughing, helped her stuff it back in, with
blatantly more "hands on" help than she needed. Even after her suit
was back in place, he kept his hands on her boobs, squeezing them from
different angles as though he was testing the suit, and asking "Are
you sure they're not going to fall out again?" My wife was
embarrassed, but stayed in the game, calling out to Gary that she was
going to "get him back." A little later, she tried. Pretending to go
for a shot, she fell into Gary, and as she fell, she hooked Gary's
trunks and pulled them down around his ankles. This action backfired,
if the intent was to embarrass Gary, since it left My wife on her
knees, with Gary's semi-erect rod in her face. Gary wiggled and rubbed
his meat back and forth on her face and lips a couple of times before
he pulled up his trunks and said with a laugh, "OK, now we're even."
My wife left the game at that point, and went into the water.
Near dusk, Gary swam over to her. He told her how good she looked and
said he had to have her. He apologized for embarrassing her but said
he just couldn't act normal around her. My wife was aroused by all
that had happened, but she told him that she still didn't think it was
a good idea to start something that could get out of control. "Let's
just take it as it comes," Gary said as he swam behind her and put his
arms around her, cupping and rubbing her tits with one hand and
working the other one under her suit toward her crotch. The water was
calm, and neck deep, and in the twilight no one could see anything
from shore. Within seconds, Gary had pulled her top off her tits so
that it was floating up around her neck. She spun around to face him,
telling him in an angry whisper that he was crazy, that his wife and
her husband were both "right there" on shore, and that she was not
about to start some kind of affair with her husband's boss, certainly
not "out in the open in front of everyone like this." He ignored her
words and continued fondling her tits with both hands, from the front.
As he moved closer, My wife was surprised to feel his penis, rock hard
and free of his shorts, pressing into her belly. Almost involuntarily,
she reached down and grabbed it. "Now we're getting somewhere," Gary
whispered. My wife started to explore the impressive length of his
tool. She said, not angry but amused, "You ARE crazy," and had just
reached down with her other hand to cup his balls when Gary's wife
called him from the shore. By this time it was so dark that from the
shore we couldn't tell where anyone was. My wife pulled her hands
away, but Gary begged her to continue. He used one of his hands to
gently grasp her pubic mound, working his fingers under the fabric to
prod and caress her trigger. Now it was My wife whose voice sounded
husky, as she said they really should stop. Gary continued his
efforts, and My wife said she couldn't stop herself from grabbing his
cock again to resume her stroking. He maneuvered her so her back was
to him, and poked his rod between her legs, her hands still sliding up
and down its length. Gary continued his attention to her tits, ass,
and twat. She rubbed her cunt on the tip and along the length of it,
and was using her hands to work it under her suit to get it inside,
but then Gary's wife called again, and entered the water with a splash
to find her husband. Gary disengaged in a flash and swam rapidly away
from My wife, toward his wife. My wife got her bra back on and swam to
shore.
 A few weeks later, the firm had a weekend retreat at a complex back
in a valley accessible only by four-wheel drive. The firm rented one
of those GMC Suburbans that seat about ten, so that everybody had to
"double up" in each seat. We drove in on a Friday night. I was the
only one with both 4-wheel experience and knowledge of the road, so I
was picked to drive. Gary's wife stayed home, so My wife had to sit on
Gary's lap, which caused a fair amount of snickering from the rest of
the firm, based on what had happened basically every time they were
around each other . My wife wore a baggy sweatshirt. She said that as
soon as she sat down, before the car even started moving, Gary's hand
closest to the window was under her shirt, holding and stroking her
right boob. My wife leaned forward, pulling away from his grasp, but
as soon as I put the vehicle in gear, she fell back and his hand
resumed its exploration, joined shortly by his other hand. For the
next half-hour, as we rode over a bumpy trail in the darkness, Gary
held my wife's tits in his hands, squeezing, rubbing and prodding them
at will, tweaking her nipples between his fingers, lifting them,
sometimes just holding them and letting the motion of the car rock
them in his palms. Gary kept whispering in her ear how much he loved
her tits. He tried to get his hands into her pants, but she was
wearing tight jeans with the zipper in the back so he gave up and just
concentrated on her jugs. My wife said she couldn't remember anyone
playing with her tits for such a long time. My wife was pretty sure
that even in the darkness, some of the other people could see the
front of her sweatshirt moving, and obviously Gary's hands weren't
visible, but she didn't know for sure if anybody caught on. After a
while she just leaned back against him and enjoyed the fondling, and
the motions of Gary's hands on her tits, and the rolling of her tits
in his hands,  as the car bounced down the bumpy  road in the
darkness.
During the ride, Gary whispered to her to meet him at the shower at
1:00 a.m. By the end of the ride, My wife was quite aroused. When we
got to our room, she practically raped me and when I put my hands on
her tits, her nipples were hard as rubber erasers. She couldn't wait
to get my cock inside her, and we fucked twice before dropping off to
sleep. She didn't share why she was so revved up until much later. My
wife told me months later that she had intended to meet Gary at the
shower, and probably would have fucked him if she had, but she woke up
about 1:10. By the time she got dressed, and got to the shower, it was
1:20, and Gary wasn't there.
 For the next two days, the activities were mainly hiking and swimming
in a deep part of the stream. My wife and I spent most of our time
together, limiting Gary's access to her, for the most part. On Sunday
morning most of the firm went on a hike up the valley, and I stayed
behind to work on the barbeque lunch. My wife and Gary lagged behind
rest of the group. Gary halted and put his hand on My wife's shoulder
to stop her. They just stood there until the rest of the group was out
of sight, then Gary turned my wife around and kissed her hard on the
lips. My wife said she kissed back. Quickly Gary had dumped his
backpack on the ground and helped her off with hers. The rain forest
was wet and muddy, so they both took off their rain jackets and put
them on the ground. My wife lay back down on the jackets, peeling off
her tee shirt as Gary followed her down, stripping off his shirt and
pulling his shorts and underpants down to his knees. Gary's erect dick
was bobbing and My wife grabbed it, while Gary pulled her shorts and
panties down. Gary attacked her boobs with his mouth and his hands,
while My wife jerked his hard dick with both hands. Gary reached down
to her pussy, and whispered, in awe "My God, you're wet already!"  He
moved down, pulling his cock out of her hands, moving it between her
legs, squirming the big head around her snatch, pushing the wet lips
of her cunt aside, sliding it lengthwise along her slit, even briefly
pushing the fat head inside, then moving up, dragging his heavy cock
and balls back and forth across her mound, her belly, up back and
forth across her tits, which undulated and quivered as her hard
nipples caught briefly on the sliding slab, then fell free, squeezing
her tits together, facing the nipples in, for a brief tit-fuck, and
finally dangling his impressive equipment in front of her face. My
wife sucked the two big balls, jerking his shaft with her hands. When
the head snaked across her lips, My wife greedily took it in her
mouth, and started her blow job in earnest, sucking out the pre-cum
from the opening while her tongue and lips caressed the large head.
Meanwhile her hands pumped up and down the meaty shaft. Gary had been
getting ready to fuck her but his eyes rolled back in his head with
ecstasy as he straddled her chest and she used her hands and mouth to
bring him to the brink. My wife could feel Gary's balls tighten just
as they heard the group calling their names. The others had noticed
they were missing and, calling out, had doubled back to find them. My
wife popped Gary's tool out of her mouth just in time to receive a
blast of come in her face and hair. She looked up at Gary and pumped
the last of his juice into her mouth with her hands and swallowed it. 
Frantically they pulled their clothes back up and on. My wife tried to
wipe all of the jizz off her face and out of her hair. All of the
clothes were back on and more or less back in place when they caught
up to the others, except that My wife's hair was mussed and matted
from the load of splooge she'd received, so she put the hood on her
jacket up. She couldn't tell if the others had noticed any other
telltale signs, but she was smelling cum all the way back to camp.
Whether the others actually noticed anything, they certainly suspected
what had happened generally and for the rest of the day there were a
lot of jokes about hanky-panky in the woods.
My wife was so self-conscious about sitting on Gary's lap on the way
out that she maneuvered him into volunteering to drive out. She said
that Gary was trying to convince her to wear a skirt on the way out so
that he could take out his dick and stick it up into her, and, even
though by that time she was obviously interested in fucking Gary, she
didn't want to do it in a car with fifteen other people, and she was
afraid that even if she didn't wear a skirt, he would try "something
reckless" if she sat in his lap again.
Their encounter at the next Christmas party, which led to the problems
in Gary's marriage and the loss of my job, was probably inevitable,
given what had already occurred. However, My wife only admitted at
first that Gary had felt her up, until the word got back to me that
her sweater and bra were both open when Gary's wife walked in. My wife
admitted that Gary had been sucking her nipples. Much later the whole
story came out.
 
 The party was held that year at a private estate, up in the mountains
above Honolulu. My wife wore a long white sweater dress that hugged
her body; she looked fantastic. When My wife and Gary danced, he
contented himself with holding and rubbing her breasts; I can confirm
that when they finished dancing both of her nipples were rock hard and
visible through the fabric . Gary whispered that they definitely had
unfinished business; My wife agreed. Gary had spotted a utility room
and they agreed to meet there. When My wife got to the little room,
Gary was waiting. He immediately went for her tits, rubbing them
through her sweater, then quickly unbuttoning it down to her waist
with one hand while the other one worked on the front clasp of her
bra.  Finally her breasts were bare, and Gary devoted his full
attention to them. He squeezed them, he pulled them, he pressed them
together and sucked them. He gripped both breasts with the four
fingers of each hand, then tweaked the jutting points with his thumbs,
remarking at how firm and bouncy they were. My wife, meanwhile, worked
at Gary's belt, zipper and underwear to free his cock, which jumped
out at full attention. My wife used both hands to explore, tug on,
squeeze and stroke Gary's tool, which by then was fairly familiar to
her, paying special attention to the knob at the end. My wife tugged
her dress up around her waist and dropped her panties, and Gary sat
down in a chair so that My wife could use his big dickhead to rub her
clit. Gary just kept his focus on her magnificent boobs, pressing his
face into them and stroking them every way he could imagine. My wife
was positioned above Gary's cock, and was getting very wet, when they
heard Gary's wife coming, saying to someone "Let's look in that room
over there!" My wife said the surprise made her lose her footing, and
her foot slipped. She found herself impaled, and about halfway down,
on Gary's big tool. Although his cock was very thick, My wife was wet
enough that she soon slid the rest of the way down to the root. She
said it was a very weird moment: Gary's hands were still on her tits
and his dick was in her as far as it would go, while outside she could
hear his wife coming closer. Without thinking her hips started
rolling, rotating on the swollen shaft, and Gary flexed upward in
response. They had no time to enjoy the situation, however, and My
wife reluctantly pulled herself up and off the dick. The head made an
audible "plop" when it came out. My wife grabbed her panties, put them
in her purse, and pulled her dress down while Gary concentrated on
stuffing his swollen organ back in his pants. They didn't have time to
close My wife's blouse before the wife burst through the door. Within
a week, we learned at work that Gary and his wife had separated and
that he had agreed to some serious counseling, and within a couple of
months, I was out of a job.


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