"Is that better or worse than a wife?"

"Better," he said, nuzzling one of her full, soft tits. She let him find the nipple with his nose. Gloria never wore bras for that very reason. Chad hated bras. His wife wore them.

"I wouldn't mind the other part either," she said, tickling into his ears with her fingernails. "I wouldn't mind being your wife."

Phil dipped his hand down her back, down over the graceful curve of her ass. Gloria knew she had a fine ass. She wore the slinky kind of dresses that so showed it off to best advantage, too. Chad met her eyes.

"How old are you, Gloria?" ho asked.

"Twenty-two." She smiled knowing how good that must sound to him.

"I'm almost old enough to be…"

"…my daddy," she said, licking her lip in a sexy way. "But you're not. And I sure am glad Chad." Her eyes slitted dreamily. "God am I glad." She pulled his face close and they kissed. As she felt her boss' tongue between her teeth she let her fingers stray down his belly, down to his fly. It made a soft sound as she ran it down. Chad groaned against her lips, she found his cock and straightened it. The blood was pumping into it fast. It thickened across the head, she gingerly petted the taut fold of his foreskin.

Though he always tried to remain cool, in control of things. Gloria knew that soon he would be growling and sounding like a hungry wildcat. She'd had experience with most men to know what pleased the male animal. And she'd planned her attack on Chad months ago. It had gone like homework.

Gloria had even gotten into the little game her boss liked to play. He had a fetish about panties. There was a file drawer in his office which wasn't used for files. Chad had the only key. She guessed that at lest a dozen of her panties were in there. Unwashed and stiff with dried cum. Chad had even set aside a weekly bonus for her to go out and buy new outfit.