A frank conversation

Once Mrs Robinson had snapped a photo of Carrie squeezing your bulge, you flash your boss's wife a fake smile as you grab hold of your girlfriend's hands, interlacing your fingers with hers as you excuse yourself from the patio.

"Hope you don't mind Mrs Robinson, me and my girfriend need to have a private chat" Your excuse unfazes Carrie as she looks at you with the same smug look she wore when she told you she got railed by your boss.

"Oh don't worry, I understand, the guest room is on the second floor, right next to ours" Mrs Robinson exclaimed with a wink in her eye as you walk towards the house, pulling Carrie besides you. You wrap your hands around Carrie's waist, your right hand rests on her ass as you firmly squeeze the life out of her butt cheeks.

"Aww babe, you look so cute when you're angry, speaking of cute" Your girlfriend chimes as she turns her head to the front, a nice smug, smirk forming on her lips as she spots your boss approaching you. Your face crunches at the sight of your disgusting boss, who, just like Carrie, had a smug look on his face too.

"Ah hello Carrie, nice to see you again, hope you're enjoying the party, I know I am" It took all the restraint you had not to punch your boss' face right there and then. Fortunately you managed to control yourself as Mr Robinson walked back outside with his wife. You open the sliding doors and moved Carrie inside the house. Right when you're out of view of Mr Robinson and the party-goers, you grab a fistful of Carrie's hair and yank her to the master bedroom.

"How could you? How could you?" You repeatedly ask Carrie as you pratically drag her accross the wooden steps leading to the master bedroom.

"How could I what? Fuck your boss behind your back? It was actually pretty easy, all I had to do was spread my legs wide and he-"

Before Carrie could finish, you kick open the doors of the master bedroom, revealing a comfy, spacious king size bed. Besides the bed, there was a wooden bedside table decked with pictures of Mr and Mrs Robinson in their honeymoon. You pratically threw Carrie onto the bed, pinning her hands and feet as you lay on top of her on the bed.

Carrie couldn't help but to purr softly, your body aggresively pressed against hers on the soft, mattress.

"I think I like you this way baby, you're so aggresive, it's such a turn on" before Carrie could say anything else, you yank her head by her hair and wrap her throat with your fingers, midly **** her as you gaze into her eyes.

"Open it, open it now" You bark as Carrie slowly opened her mouth, her eyes staring at yours with intense lust and passion.

"Wider slut!" You **** Carrie a little harder until she widens her mouth fully and like the true slut that she is, sticks her tongue out like a crazed high-school student losing her virginity for the first time. Loosening your grip on her throat, you inspect her tongue and mouth cavity intently, like a detective trying to solve an elusive case.

Your cheap skate boss definitely did bust his load in Carrie's mouth as you observe small inklets of cum all over her throat and mouth. The real question that had been pounding in his mind was waiting to be answered down south. You let go of Carrie's throat and hair which of course your girlfriend uses it as an opportunity to speak.

"Oh babe, you should have seen it, his cum just kept cumming inside me over and over again" Carrie licked her lips hungrily, as if wishing Mr Robinson would fill her slutty mouth all over again. Ignoring your girfriend, you shuffle your knees downwards, grabbing Carrie's thighs and lifting both her legs up against her head, revealing her pussy and asshole to your eyes.

"Oh babe, you don't want to look down there, trust me" Carrie had a mischevious grin on her face as you buried your face closer to her pussy. Ignoring her, you spread your girlfriend's legs wide, plunging two fingers deep inside Carrie's pussy.

"Oh babe!" Carrie moaned as she felt your fingers push deep inside her cherry blossom. You on the other hand, weren't so pleased as Carrie's pussy felt loose, moist, wet and fuck, even sloppy.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You pull out your fingers, now clearly drenched in a mixture of your girlfriend and boss's semen.

"Are you shitting me? You didn't even bother to use a condom you slut!?" Your head is now fuming with rage at the thought of your boss's semen swimming in your girlfriend. You hop off the bed, pacing back and forth in the room like an angry ogre, brimming with fury.

"Babe it wasn't my fault, right after you left, he blew his load in my mouth, filling me with his cum and right when I thought we were done, he propped me against his desk and fucked me from behind"

"He even told me he had a condom in his left pocket he was saving for a little slut like me." Carrie told you, her smugness and sarcasm dissapeared, replaced by a seemingly genuine concern for your feelings.

"So? Why didn't you use it? Why did you let him fill you up like this huh?"

"He told me a using a condom on me was a waste, that I wasn't worth the $2 dollars he spent on that rubber, that sluts like me only deserved to be fucked raw." Carrie moaned, clearly she was beginning to feel horny again as she started to lightly play with herself.

"But trust me babe, I didn't want to fuck him"

"All evidence to the contrary" You sarcastically joked.

"I'm serious babe, after sucking him off, all I wanted was a fuck and since you couldn't help me right there and then." Carrie tried to defend herself as she got off the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist .

"Besides, it would have been hella suspicious if I blew Mr Robinson and then ran off to meet you, don't you think babe?"

'She has a point' You think to yourself as Carrie embraces you from the back, her hands cupping your sizeable tent that's been steadily building.

"Let's look at the positives here, you got your promotion and I got to fuck a married man with a clueless wife. Everyone wins"