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Table of Contents

The Cuckold Boss and Office Slutwife

Part One: Eating in at the Office

Part Two: Strange Dick and Low Fidelity

Part Three: Menage a Hotwife!

Part Four: Undercover Slut Wife!

Part Five – Mandatory Office Ganging!

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The Cuckold Boss and Office Slutwife

By Raven Merlot

Part One: Eating in at the Office

You have to be a very special person to be born on the Fourth of July and named Mr. Dick Dumas. Dick Dumas was a winner and made millions by the time he out of his teens. By the time he was twenty, he had started his own business (lent only a couple million) and within five years had built an empire called DDD Enterprises, a financial services company.

Dick was so big, he expanded out west, east, and all the way into South Korea, the entrepreneurial bastard. He wasn’t exactly modest as most multinational capitalists couldn’t afford to be. Before he would agree to an interview, he had a prescreening interview and THEN he had a long checklist of terms that journalists and celebrities would have to abide by before they had the privilege of sucking up to Dick.

Dick didn’t need anybody, they needed him. His only “friends” were those billionaire guys he would occasionally have lunch with—bidding millions per table, naturally. His only “flaw” was his bald head, but Dick wore that shiny dome like a medal. He even joked that he was Dr. Evil and could probably afford a “billion dollars,” at least in term of market value.

Urban legends persisted about Dick’s hard personality and crotchety lack of ethics. Supposedly, at least according to his many haters, Dick named his DDD Enterprises Company after the bra-size of Missus Stanford, his high school history teacher, whom he famously claimed to seduce on the last day of school. He was so besotted by her big breasts that he swore he would immortalize her in a very profane and funny way. Now, no one can prove that story, but everyone who’s ever hated Dick swears it’s true.

And there sure were a lot of people who hated Dick.

Dick’s bald head shined as brightly as an iPhone and seemed to bulge like a, well, a dick, when he was busting ass like any successful boss ought to do.

Dick walked into the office, devoid of smiles and looking downright robotic to his staff.

“Good morning, sir,” an employee said, extending his hand.

“Did you get the memo about NEVER, EVER, EVER shaking my hand?”

“Ummm…no.”

“Uuummmm, you’re fired!” Dick said back in sarcasm.

“But I’m the CFO, you can’t just fire me…”

“Well, I just said you’re fired!” Dick said. “I don’t care if I have to talk to our stockholders or not, I will get you fired. So you might as well leave now. Or would you rather me have security remove you from the premises?”

“You know what? Fine…I’m tired of this job! I could get a job anywhere, because people know you’re an evil piece of shit.”

“Get out, Tom. I never want to see your face again!” Dick yelled to the ceiling, never one to make eye contact with his employees, but also never one to quietly or discreetly do anything.

“Let this be a lesson to everyone here. Never approach me. Never make eye contact with me until I give you permission. I do not give you consent to look at me. I am DICK FUCKING DUMAS. Yeah that’s right I changed my middle name to Fucking. That’s just how fucking awesome I am. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go have lunch with Warren Buffet. Notice that he didn’t invite any of you peasants. Just ME. Just DADDY.”

Dick looked around the room, admiring the view—dozens of heads bowing shamefully, afraid and subservient to their god. He finally smiled, very amused at how weak they all were, at least compared to him. Dick always prided himself on being the Alpha Male, the man who could seduce anyone, destroy anyone, and go piss wherever he wanted to, because he lived by his own rules.

Dick’s lawyers were among the most ruthless, reviled, and richest in the business. No one really admired Dick, but by golly, those Kardashian, Shapiro, and Cochran wannabes would slug their own mothers for a chance to work with him. And once they reared their ugly heads in an office, sexual harassment lawsuits died a quiet and undignified death.

The only time Dick ever got away with his antics was when he shut the office door behind him and made the harassment a manner of hearsay.

“Miss Rhonda Jones!” he said, shutting the door and pushing his fingers together.

“Yes, sir?” said the leggy blond he hired just last week as his Assistant Secretary.

“It’s time for your evaluation report.”

“Sir?”

“Drop what you’re doing and tell me what outcomes were achieved since last we met.”

“Well…if you insist!”

His secretary opened her blouse and out popped her perfectly round tits—a wonderful breast augmentation surgery gone right. Sculpted, flawlessly round, and worthy of the Playboy Mansion.

“Well, I see it was money well spent.”

“Yes, sir!” she said slyly. “My tits belong to you, Mister Dumas. Literally…every inch of them, paid for by you. I’m yours to do whatever you want to.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s true of the entire human race.” He laughed pleasantly. “And please…call me Dick.”

“Can I call you Daddy?”

“Well…” He smiled and teased. “You can, but you know how horny that makes me. I’ll have to insist on an oral evaluation report.”

“Oh, I can be as oral as you want.”

The office sex was always loud, but the worst part of it wasn’t the total lack of discretion, since Dick thrived on that. No, what was really bothersome was the shameless way Dick tortured his employees while flaunting his indiscretions.

“Saunders, come into my office right now!” Dick hollered.

“Yes, sir,” his analyst said, running to the office and opening the door in a hurry.

“Oh, do me a solid and close that door behind you?”

“SLLLLLLURP.”

Saunders dropped his jaw shocked to find Dick in mid-blowjob, being sucked off by his hot secretary who insisted on being bare-breasted for such an honor.

“What the…what…what…I’ll come back.”

“HEY, sit down!” Dick said, red-faced mad…although that could have also been a red-face from the great head he was getting from Miss Jones.

“But…but…”

“What, you can’t multi-task? What kind of dog shit executive are you? Pay attention, I have a list of things I want you to do.”

“Well…okay, sir, whatever you want.”

“OHHHH YEAH,” Dick said, flexing his body and enjoying his secretary’s wet and soft hands. “So, let’s talk about next week’s meeting. I want to do a Skype session with the VP of operations in Arizona.”

“SLLLLURP!” To her credit, secretary Rhonda Jones performed her job well. Even though the men were talking business, she was still sucking him off like a porn star.

Saunders felt a little awkward. Not just because he was trying to avoid staring at all the hot cock sucking (since he didn’t have Dick’s consent) but also because he had just been crushing on Miss Jones last week. Apparently, someone in the office told Dick all about Saunders’ embarrassed confession. He begged the guys not to let that scandal get around in fear of being fired.

He wasn’t fired, but he sure felt ambivalent about seeing his crush suck off his most hated, heartless (and hung) boss.

“Well, what do you think Saunders? What do you think of this?”

“Of what?” he stammered.

“OF THIS,” Dick clarified. I mean you’re standing here. What do you think of this?”

“I think it’s, uh…your choice and her choice.” He waved his hand nervously, trying to avoid making eye contact with Rhonda, who was more than happy to look a second man’s face while sucking good dick.

“IDIOT! I’m not talking about my balls. I’m talking about the deal in Arizona. Do you concur? About the agenda?”

“Oh…uh…of course.”

“Of course what? What points? Are you paying attention at all or are you just sexually harassing my secretary?”

“I…I…I’m sorry.”

“I ought to fire you, you WEAK son of a bitch.”

“Please, sir…no…no…please.” Saunders sighed, very annoyed that he was being forced to beg for his job in the most humiliating of circumstances. There was no such thing professionalism with Dick. He insisted on humiliating everyone he met who was unfortunate enough to have less money than he had.

“How badly do you want this job?” Dick said, making uncomfortable eye contact with Saunders, just as he was ready to orgasm.

“Uh…more than anything, sir. I need this job. I need…”

“Like…willing to lick my entire car with your tongue? That kind of need?”

“Uh…well, preferably…”

Dick raised his brow.

“Yes…yes, sir, I’ll do anything.”

“Go out and do it. I’ll watch you on camera just to make sure you’re not a liar. We’ll see what brand loyalty means to you.”

“Thank you, sir, thank you.”

“GO!” Dick said, very hard at the moment and, as always, turned on by his own penchant for generosity.

***

Some said Dick’s sole purpose in life was to make his employees miserable, or at least that’s what people in the office say. He’d fire people one minute, berate employees the next, and seduce women frequently—but only as a personal vendetta towards a man he hated. Why bother destroying pussy unless someone was getting hurt by it? That seemed to be his logic.

Well, then came the fifth of November, 2018. This wasn’t a day of revolution, as some predicted, but was rather the day Dick finally got his comeuppance. Of course, Dick was so evil and Machiavellian that one act of revenge wouldn’t be enough to teach him some humility. So, it was the first “win” in a series of battles that would eventually teach Dick some manners and human decency.

See, Dick’s only weakness was his family. Dick was a completely different man when he was around his wife, Valerie, and their son, Johnny. His wife had a very innocent quality to her; she never swore, cracked dirty jokes, or even laughed at bawdy humor in public. She was a graceful lady and thought being a wife and mother carried a certain elegance to it. She always treated Dick with respect, and Dick lavished praise on her, never wanting her to see his nasty side. Well, right about the mid-30s comes a sort of mid-life crisis for stay-at-home moms.

Valerie told her husband she was feeling restless and wanted to start working out of the home again, specifically in Dick’s office.

So, when she came into this new environment, one fueled by testosterone and apparently emanating only from one man, she was startled.

“If anyone speaks to my wife without her consent, clean out your desk today, you’re fired. I don’t care who you are.”

Valerie flinched as Dick gave her the tour of the office.

“And here is where the LOSERS congregate to discuss their minimum wage retirement plans,” Dick said, pointing to one atrium. “HEY, FELLAS!”

He frowned at his wife. “They don’t do their job very well. But it’s either put up with them or just let them go back to living on the streets.”

Dick shook his head sadly, taking his wife to the elevator.

Valerie thought it was odd that no one looked at her, not a glance, not a sideways swipe, not even a professional smile. Nothing. Everyone in that building was scared to death of her and she hadn’t the slightest idea why.

She could understand the staff being ordered not to speak, but not even to LOOK? Not even to smile? What kind of totalitarian regime was this?

“Pick up this shit!” Dick yelled at a temp walking by, pointing to a stack of files. “You want my wife to trip and fall or something? Shame on you. I ought to fire you right now so you can go back to your dream career—jacking off and collecting disability checks.”

“Dick!” Valerie said, horrified at the verbal abuse. “Is this really necessary? All these people are human beings.”

“Of course they’re not, darling,” he laughed. “They’re parasites. They work for money. I could piss in their cornflakes and they’d eat it right in front of me. That’s real power. Just ask Bill Gates, my BEST FRIEND.”

“I’ve never seen you like this!” Valerie said, very uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah?” He grinned. “Kind of turns you on, right?”

“What?”

“Knowing what an alpha male I am?” Dick said, grabbing his wife’s ass and squeezing—right in front of the art department, because what could those lazy fucks do about it?

“Dick I…”

“Yeah you like dominant men, don’t you?” Dick said, his finger crawling up her ass.

Valerie flinched. She felt ashamed to admit…she was getting wet and excited. She always knew her husband was a virile and insatiable man. Sometimes he would fuck her for two hours straight, looking into those damned mirrors on the ceilings just so he could watch his own O-face.

She always was very horny for sexual, powerful men. She couldn’t help but get wet at his command, since he was touching her so brazenly, so dominantly…

But was all the humiliation really necessary? Why couldn’t he just be sexy behind closed doors? Why all the public humiliation?

She shook her head, right as her husband began berating another employee for some small detail.

“I need a smoke break,” she mumbled, walking over to the break room.

“You go right ahead, honey,” he said. “Daddy’s got to discipline his children again. Ain’t that right, Chris?”

“Yes, sir,” the poor temp said.

“You want a job here, don’t you?”

“Yes, please! I really want this job…I’ll take anything for it…”

“What are you willing to do for it, sexy boy?”

“Ummm…uh…well…whatever you want…”

“I’m just fucking with you, kid!” Dick laughed. “Nah, you’re fired. We never hire temps. You’re derelicts! Go to college, man!”

Valerie shook her head, unable to stand the abuse any longer. She hated this terrible, vicious side of her husband. She never knew he could be so harsh. Valerie shut the door behind her and sighed.

Valerie Dumas…

A natural beauty. Blond, white, and with big expressive eyes. She had a somewhat forced smile, at least in the sense that her smile required all of her facial muscles to form. Her hairstyle was a small bob cut with hair that just barely reached the bottom of her neck. She looked nervous, stressed…

Maybe even a little bored or sexually repressed…

Or at least that was Harry Sutmer was thinking. And he was lucky enough to be there, in that break room, just as the beautiful Valerie was touching her ass and stretching that tight pencil skirt wedgie.

“Miss Valerie,” Harry said, respectfully, doing a double take on her beautiful face…a face everyone in the office knew was forbidden. “Valerie Dumas. Hi.”

Valerie turned around quickly, embarrassed she was caught stretching. “Hello…” she said blankly. “And you are?”

“Um, Harry Sutmer, I’m in advertising, pleasure to meet you.” He took a gulp. He couldn’t hide all of his nervous tics, but at least he managed to speak without stumbling.

“It’s nice to meet someone nice around here. Everyone seems so…distant.”

“We’re just easily intimidated!” Harry laughed.

By someone so fucking hot. I wish I could be that wedgie and be stuffed in your butt, Miss Valerie.

“By, uhhh…you know, someone so successful and important to the company.”

“Ohhh!” She laughed. “No, no, no need for that. The truth is…” She looked around the room and smiled. “I’ve been constantly badgering Dick to give me a job. I’ve raised a child, he’s in middle school, and I’m just so…”

Valerie tightened her fingers and stretched them out, making a crazy face.

“Stressed! Bored! I need a fucking job!” She laughed. “At first Dick was like, ohhh no, you don’t need to work, honey. And I get that and it’s sweet…but a woman has to work! She needs that, you know, to feel good about herself, independent. You know?”

Valerie was talking so much all Harry had to do was nod and smile. He dared to make eye contact with her…and besides, all he could think about was how sexy her lips were and what they would look like wrapped around his…

“I completely understand!” he said after a moment of silence. “Hey, I’m supportive. Whatever I can do to help, Miss Dumas, to make you part of the DDD family.”

“Oh, thank you, uh…what was your name again?”

Just then, Dick Dumas entered the break room looking like a big cock who just chased off a randy fox.

“What the fuck are you doing, Harry? Harassing my wife?”

“No, sir, I was merely saying hello.”

“Come on, honey!” Valerie pleaded. “He was being nice, no one else even said hello! I’m glad to know you have nice people working here.”

“Well…” Dick said cautiously. “Harry is smart. And if he wants to stay smart, he’ll respect the command to not harass the boss’s wife.”

“No, sir, no harm implied. I was simply welcoming Valerie…er, Miss Dumas…to her new position. Whatever it is…”

“And what made you think you could decide what job to give her? You fucking beta male?”

“No, sir, not making that decision for you.”

Harry could sense Dick was just two words away from firing him…so he figured he had nothing to lose.

“Well, now that you mention it…I would love to use Valerie’s skills in advertising. I think there’s an opening there…you know that I would like to fill. Um…with-with Valerie. Sir.”

He snuck a look at Valerie’s camel toe, cruelly poking out from that tight pencil skirt and apparently very lacy panties underneath. Her pink blouse and long sleeve polka dot blouse was also tempting…

“You know, assistant or even a sales representative in advertising.”

“Ohhh!” Valerie said excitedly. “I love sales! I used to sell Avon products back in the day, they said I was so gifted. But maybe they were just being nice!”

Dick stared down Harry as if he was trying to make his head explode.

“Come on, honey, let Harry show me around. I like him, he’s nice.”

“All right, Harry,” Dick finally said. “If you make my wife unhappy…if you so much as make her FROWN…I’m going to take more than just your job away.”

Harry gulped and nodded. Valerie looked concerned.

“I’m going to take vengeance straight out of your ASSHOLE, do you hear me?”

Valerie looked confused and grossed out. “Ew, honey, what are you saying to him?”

“Yes, sir. I understand. I will make Valerie’s comfort my number one priority.”

“If you’ll excuse me…” Dick said, still staring Harry down into obedience. “I have a lunch date with JEFF BEZOS of Amazon.com. I don’t have time for this.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said.

“Good luck, honey. Your bald head is so much sexier than his!”

“Don’t I know it, baby!” Dick said, slapping his wife’s shapely ass on his way out.

Harry spent the rest of the day talking respectfully and informatively to Valerie, obviously taking Dick’s bizarre threat very seriously. He was horny all right just looking at Valerie’s butt, but he wasn’t stupid either. The boss’ wife was the most expensive fuck in the world…he’d probably be sued if he even thought about making a move on her.

Harry introduced Valerie to a few more people in his department and each of them, much to Valerie’s surprise, were very nice. They even expressed to her that she was much more friendly and beautiful than they had ever imagined. Everyone in the office loved Valerie once Dick disappeared. She was kind, she was funny, and she had team spirit.

More than a few of them probably said in muttered breaths, “I wish SHE could run the company.”

***

Valerie showed up late for work the next day, but no one took offense. They all welcomed her and brushed off her concern that she was late and “in trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Missus Dumas, it’s no problem. Mister Dumas is very lenient about exact timing.”

“Oh good! I didn’t want to upset Harry or anyone else.”

“No problem at all, Miss Dumas.”

“Please…call me Valerie.”

They smiled at each other.

Granted, it had been many years since Valerie actually worked a real job so going back to work and re-learning the office equipment wasn’t as easy as she anticipated. She had a lot to remember and memorize. It was so vexing she even started writing down notes for the next day.

Harry assured her it was fine. But Valerie was still winded by noon and insisted on going to the break room for a smoke break.

Little did Valerie or Harry know that the break room was right next to Harry’s private office. Well, thanks to Dick’s notorious cheapness, the lowest bidding contractor hardly managed to make the rooms soundproof.

“What do you think of Valerie?” she heard a voice say. She breathed in deep and prepared herself for criticism.

“She’s learning,” another voice said.

“No, I mean what do you think of her ass? Holy shit…she wears that tight pencil skirt and that ass is just calling me.”

Valerie opened her mouth in shock.

“Oh, man,” the voice said. “Saw her in the break room the other day, she had a panty wedgie. I could have died happily right in her butt. Inside that amazing ass of hers. She is so beautiful.”

Valerie shook her head in disapproval.

“And I don’t care what anyone says. Dick is the luckiest man alive. Valerie is beautiful…and SHE could do much better than him.”

“If you say so, Harry.”

Valerie had never heard such filthy talk before. She decided that she could not possibly let it go. There should be rules. And frankly, Dick warned his employees not to go there and disrespect the family name. This Harry fellow had it coming.

“Hi, Miss Valerie,” Harry said happily, sitting at his desk.

“I just want you to know that I heard what you said,” Valerie scoffed. “I heard everything.”

“WHAT? What…what…do you mean?”

“Nice try,” she said sarcastically. “I heard you. Last warning,” she replied. “Don’t ever say anything like that about an employee again. I won’t tell Dick.”

“Oh my God,” Harry sighed. “I’m soooo sorry. Thank you so much, I promise, I won’t…I won’t…”

He shook his head profusely apologetic…but then took another gulp as Dick Dumas entered the room, puffing out his cheeks and seeing red.

“WELL, WELL, WELL,” he said. “Harry. Harry Palms Sumter. You womanizing, disrespectful piece of shit.”

“No, sir…no, no, no, no, it’s not what you think.”

“I heard everything. I heard EVERYTHING.”

“Honey, please don’t-?”

“HONEY,” Dick said firmly. “Shut your pretty little mouth.”

Valerie’s head snapped back and her eyes went wide.

“Daddy’s talking business.”

“Sir, nothing happened.”

“Harry, I want you to pull your pants down right now. If you want to keep this job.”

“Sir…please.”

“NO, NO. I want you to drop your trousers and show us your BIG awesome dick. I mean…that’s surely how you treated my wife. So why not show you how bad sexual harassment really is.”

“Okay…I deserve this. But please…can…”

Valerie shook her head in disgust. “He doesn’t deserve this, honey.”

“Valerie, leave the room. Please. Men are talking business.”

“Honey, I wish you would-?”

“Why don’t you go on ahead home and figure out what we’re eating for supper? Don’t worry, I’ll pay you for a day’s wage.

“Ughhh…fine.”

Valerie stormed out, leaving just Dick and Harry.

“All we need is a Tom,” Harry said with a smile.

“Excuse me, what?”

“Sorry, my lame attempt at humor. Never mind.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fire you right now and sue you for all the money you’ve stolen from me, while pretending to be loyal to this company.”

“Sorry, sir. I am loyal. It was a mistake, a childish fantasy, it will never happen again.”

“Pull your dick out. You want to humiliate my wife? Let’s see how you like it.”

“Sir…”

“DO IT!”

The office full of people cringed as psychotic laughter emerged from Harry’s office.

“You call that a dick?! Muaaaahahahahahahah! I am Dick Dumas and it’s true what they say…I have the biggest dick of all.”

Dick was certainly having fun. But Valerie was livid. Not only was he tormenting his employees, he was also insulting her at every turn. Talking about her making supper and shutting up, it was punishment is what it was! He was embarrassing her for dreaming of going back to work. It was so cruel…but how could she possibly punish him for his misogyny and patriarchal bullshit?

Whenever she threw a fit, Dick just slapped her ass, got her wet, and settled the argument in bed. He always paid her off the next day too, whisking her away to Paris or Italy on a whim. The same damned pattern…insulting her, fucking her, and then worshiping her with money. Somehow…it wasn’t happiness.

***

Harry entered the office, robbed of all manhood, barely even having a job, and expecting a pay cut…as the boss just loved to do, without reason or warning. It was late. Everyone had gone home and as always, he was the last to leave and the last one loyal to the company, at least after Mister Dumas chased everyone else away.

He sighed…and then stared in terror. Valerie was sitting in his office chair, staring at him in disapproval.

“Miss…Valerie…why…what…I mean, uh…hello.”

“Why does everyone let my husband treat them that way? Have they no shame? No courage? Where is their manhood?”

“Permission to speak frankly.”

“Ohhh…I think you speak frankly all the time, Harry. I think you just speak ‘frankly’ when you think no one is listening.”

“Uhhh…I suppose that is a good assessment, Missus…”

Speak frankly then. Tell me to my face what you were thinking when you saw me earlier today.”

“I don’t think I understand…”

“Yes, you do. Don’t be a coward, don’t be weak. Just admit it like a man.”

“I thought…well, I thought you looked spectacular in that dress. I know, I know, you’re a good worker and a smart woman. But I’m not made of stone. You’re drop dead gorgeous. You’re sexy. That’s what I see as a man. Everywhere you go, men pop out erections for you, but we’re just so scared shitless…”      

“Scared shitless of what? Of HIM? He’s just…”

“No, not of him,” Harry said. “Of you.”

“Me? Why? I heard you, Harry, I heard you beg…”

“I’m not afraid of losing this job,” Harry said, laughing, even taunting her just a little. “I could get a job anywhere. I’ve worked five years with the most difficult man in the world. Anyone would love to have me.”

“So?”

“I’m afraid of…you. Because I don’t want to be rejected by you. I stayed because…I want YOU. I’m afraid of blowing my chances with you.”

A jolt of tension came over Harry as he realized Valerie was staring at him, not repulsed, not offended…maybe even a little wet.

Or at least that’s what it smelled like and Harry always seemed to know that smell.

“Let me…” He sighed silently, realizing this was the point of no return…but that she wasn’t saying no. “See your panties.”

He walked over to the chair…Valerie’s legs were resting on the desk.

Harry swiveled her over in his direction. Still staring at him, she rested her legs on his hands. She waited and inhaled deeply as Harry took her shoes off.

He felt her smooth legs all the way up to her tight red skirt. He tossed her skirt up, discovering Valerie was wearing white lacy panties.

“Oh, God…” Harry muttered right before kneeling down and surrendering to her wet pussy.

Valerie’s mouth opened in surprise as Harry began kissing her wetness through her panties. “What are you doing?”

“I want to taste your pussy…” Harry said, honest as always. “Unless you want me to stop?”

“Dick never asks me that…” she said, pondering her complicated marriage…while Harry was pulling her panties down.

“Ohhh sweet Jesus, oh my God!” Harry muttered, falling in love with her clit, lippy pussy, and a hairy blond triangle up above. “I knew you were perfect…”

Valerie’s mouth shot open as Harry began softly licking her clit. She could tell he loved pleasuring a woman, with his light licks and smooth tongue strokes placed so delicately on the most sensitive spots. She lifted her skirt up and then tossed her panties aside with a spare hand.

She moaned softly as she spread her legs and welcomed Harry to taste more of her clit. “Mmmm…lick it harder.”

Valerie loved the way Harry was licking her. Dick only rarely ate her pussy out and when he did, he always did it hard and fast. She loved the way he started softly but then quickly felt a rush of blood and a tingling in her wet box. As soon as she told him what to do, she groaned louder—surprised that Harry’s faster tongue felt just like Dick’s.

But then, as Harry’s tongue became wetter, longer, and more determined, she realized he was much better at eating pussy than her husband was.

“Ohhhhh, ohhhh, you’re really good at that.”

“Keep talking,” Harry said, looking into her eyes as he started squishing his fingers into her cunt. “I love your sexy voice.”

Valerie laughed and then inhaled deeply, feeling another surge of fast clit licking. “Dick never wants me to talk.”

“I want you to talk. Speak…tell me what you feel,” Harry said, right before going back to licking.

“Ahhhh…” Valerie said, rolling her fingers through her hair. “I feel good…really good…”

“Hmmmmmm…” he hummed right into her clit, as his finger reached upwards until it rested on her G-spot.

“Ohhhhh, ohhh, God! That feels really…that feels…”

Harry started thrusting into her G-spot harder, still keeping his tongue firmly on her clit.

“Ohhhh, God! That feels good!”

“Hmmmmm?”

“Ohhhh, God, I’m so wet!” Valerie shouted, spreading her legs, still spinning on the chair. “Ohhhhh, Harry, that’s so…so…oh, God!”

Harry didn’t have free hands to hold the chair still. He had two fingers up Valerie’s snatch and the other hand resting on her pubic mound. It was just the angle he needed to pull her clitoral hood back and tongue-fuck her exposed swelling clit to his heart’s content.

“Ohhhhhh, that feels so good!”

“MMMM!” he hummed, letting his voice clit massage her as he licked.

“Ohhhhh, Harry! Please…please don’t stop. Please…”

Harry intensified his tongue strokes and also increased the speed of his finger-pounding. The boss’ wife was so wet, his hands were flooded.

“I’m sorry,” wheezed Valerie. “I usually don’t get this…you know…”

Her mouth dropped open in passion and only got wider when Harry’s greedy tongue went right into her wet snatch.

“OH MY GOD!” she squealed, spreading her legs as far as they could go. She grabbed her hair and swiveled back and forth in the chair.

Harry’s face was soaked with Valerie’s cunt and he loved it. He went from tonguing her clit to long and hard pussy licks. He tasted her pussy and wiggled his face around making sure he got a complete mouthful. Her smell made him instantly hard and all he could do was mindlessly eat more pussy juice right out of that shuddering box.

“Ohhh, Harry…you do this? You do this to women you like?”

“Mmmmmm!” he taunted her back, letting those deep reverberations pound her pussy. He placed his right hand on her still throbbing clit and began stroking it fast and hard.

“OHHH, GOD! That feels so good! So good!”

Valerie arched her back and began spasming all over. It started in her pelvis and then spread to her chest.

Harry looked at her bouncing tits, a little disappointed that he didn’t tear her shirt off first. But truthfully, he was enamored with that ass first.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He was hard as a rock but just wanted to see Valerie implode and let loose—like she had been dying to do. He wanted to be there—to be part of that mess. To take a ride on that Wet & Wild slide and get soaked with salty water.

He lifted himself off his knees and took a firmer position—resting Valerie’s legs on his shoulders. This gave him the luxury of putting his free right hand on her butt cheeks below. So shapely, so firm, and with just the hint of sweat.

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more intimacy, more claiming, more experimentation. He took his free fingers below and lubed up…right before pushing them into her tight asshole.

“Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhh, God!”

Before she could ever process what happened, Valerie was spasming from a vaginal contraction—and just as she began pushing out, she was caught in a screaming orgasm.

Harry was finger fucking her ass, swallowing her G-spot fountain, and still rolling his fingers ruthlessly over her throbbing clit.

“OHHHH, F-F-F-F-FUCK!” Valerie screamed, gushing cum and swiveling the chair in multiple directions. Only Harry’s fingers in her ass stopped Valerie from spinning out of control. “Ohhhh, I’m cumming! You’re soooo goooood!”

Harry drunkenly swallowed that gush, still craving more pussy. He orgasmed too, right there in his pants, when he realized Valerie’s ass was spasming and he was treating the boss’ wife like his own puppet. Hand up Valerie’s asshole, like a fucking sock puppet!

Harry orgasmed but hardly bothered reacting, since he was still swallowing Valerie’s pussy geyser.

“Ohhhh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Fuck my ass! You’re making me cum gain!”

Harry had no idea what to do…the woman was screaming like mad. That left only one option. Finger that spongy G-spot while clit-spanking her and just try to kill that pussy.

Harry went back to hard finger-fucking her pussy while sucking on her clit, but couldn’t leave her ass. That was the best part, ass-fucking Valerie Dumas and feeling that hot grinding stink all over his fingers.

The sound and sensation of Harry sucking her clit made Valerie come again—and this time she shifted upwards, shoving Harry away.

Thinking fast, he rose up to his feet and planted his tongue back inside that raging cunt. He held onto her writhing, kicking legs and started tongue fucking her again.

The poor man had never been so horny. He had never had a woman at work, much less a billionaire’s prohibited wife. He had no self-control or reason to stop this shit now…he figured, why not just do what sounded right?

He shoved his fingers back into Valerie’s cunt just so he could G-spot stroke her and free up his tongue. His tongue went straight into her spasming asshole, and Harry got to fulfill that dirty prophesy of becoming her personal wedgie.

Valerie screamed again as Harry pulled out, allowing her cunt to squirt all over his face. She came so hard and so far, she ejaculated all over her own face and clothes.

“OHHHHH!” Valerie roared, her skin flush and her breathing in a panting frenzy. “Ohhh, shit, please stop. Ohhh, God, I can’t cum anymore.”

Harry was panting too, not just from his jizz-in-pants orgasm but just from the exhausting tongue-fuck marathon he determined to give to Valerie—you know, as a welcome to the DDD Enterprises Family.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” he said with a hard exhale. He wiped his mouth, but shuddered at her lovely scent still all over his face. Damned if he was going to go home and shower…he wanted to stay like this forever.

“What is there to say?” Valerie said bitterly. “Such graphic talk is embarrassing to a lady. You keep it to yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am. Will never say another word. But, uh…just so we’re clear…you won’t tell? About…”

Valerie looked miffed at the implication. “Nothing DID happen!” she said firmly. “Oral is not cheating!”

At first, Harry was confused. But then, as he visualized the dozen women he caught blowing Mr. Dumas in his office, he realized that it made perfect sense. Valerie was faithful. Mr. Dumas, strangely enough, was faithful. Oral sex didn’t count so they both apparently were very happy and content with their marriage and family life.

Harry was never one to make a move on another man’s wife. He respected the vows and definitely didn’t want to upset his boss.

He knew he had to keep this relationship strictly professional and he would. Nothing funny, nothing risky, nothing even vaguely implying anything cutesy was going on. That was the company policy. That was the respectful thing to do.

But he sure would die a happy man now—now that the lovely scent and delicious taste of Missus Valerie Dumas would always be on his tongue.

Part Two: Strange Dick and Low Fidelity

Valerie had always hoped that Dick Dumas would change. He always promised he would work on his temper and work on his workaholic tendencies. He was still a good family man and that’s what kept Valerie faithful to him all these years. Of course, Valerie only recently found out that Dick was a total douchebag to his employees. Why not? The CEO of DDD Enterprises, he could afford to be…well, a dick to people who he didn’t need. He berated employees constantly. She had always heard rumors that he seduced his secretaries and interns. But she didn’t care. She was loyal because he was loyal to the marriage, outside skirt-chasing aside. 

Once she found out how Dick actually treated people however, she was scandalized. She was hurt, even repulsed by his behavior. Valerie even thought about cheating on Dick, just out of spite, just out of the need to punish him for his great sins and monstrous ego.  

But she couldn’t go through with it. Cheating was wrong. Instead, she just decided to de-stress a little bit and stop worrying so much. Stop feeling so much and stop trying so hard. She also let a low level manager eat her pussy out which was very good for stress, but of course, not actually considered cheating by anyone in the executive business world. Eating strange pussy was like masturbating, like farting or flirting on the telephone. It’s just what guys liked to do, and what rich women allowed them to do, once in a blue moon.

Dick, who had his manhood sucked by every new secretary who came to work for DDD, didn’t really push the issue. It’s not like he wanted to “go there” and talk about whether oral sex counted. He had his suspicions about Harry, that weird marketing manager guy…

Especially considering Harry could never maintain eye contact with him after that first day…and he always seemed to lick his lips when Dick had business to discuss. He was either gay and really nervous or just really straight and still drunk from the taste of his wife’s glorious cunt.

Whatever…so as long as she didn’t touch another man’s schlong, no harm done.

But Dick’s dickhead behavior had only been increasing in recent weeks. He even made it a point to berate and emotionally castrate men in front of Valerie, as if he was proving a point.

“What’s my name, kid?”

“Ummm…Mister Dumas, sir,” the young man said.

“And you know what your name is?”

“Uh, Leonard-”

“No, I didn’t ask you for your name. I said, do you know what your name is? It’s a rhetorical question.”

Valerie folded her arms. If Dick had a hard-on for power, why make her suffer for every excruciating moment? Was this some juvenile manly thing?

“Umm…what, sir?”

“Your name is Kid. Boy. Some worthless piece of shit who needs no name. You’re a bottom feeder. A tiny little penis in the big vagina of the business world.”

“Ummm…okay, sir.”

Dick sighed. “You’re weak, spineless…I don’t know if you’ll survive this business, Kid. You know Elon Musk doesn’t like weak people either. He refuses to work with them.”

“Uh…I, uh…I don’t think I’m weak, sir.”

“You’re fired.”

“What? But…but…” Leonard thought it over. “Is this a test, sir? To see what I’ll do?”

“Yeah,” Dick said with a firm nod. “It is a test. So get the fuck out of my building and look for another job. There’s your test. Pass that test. You little tiny penis of a man.”

Dick left the room, taking the time to glance at his wife, as if to prove a point. But god only knew what that point was.

Valerie shook her head and felt pity for Kid. The boy was barely in his twenties and just wanted to get a foot in the door. It wasn’t right for Dick to treat him so mercilessly.

But as always, she had no power to fix anything. Dick owned everything. It was his company. He allowed her to work for him, just for a small whiff of independence. But everyone knew Dick had the company and perhaps the entire state economy by the balls.

“I’m so sorry,” Valerie told Kid. “I don’t know why he’s so angry. You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

The kid looked more confused than crushed. Maybe he anticipated his firing, or maybe he didn’t care.

Or maybe he was just caught in a moment, staring at Valerie’s huge bouncing tits. Valerie never dressed super sexy on purpose, but she was oblivious to how amazing her body looked. Her skirts were a tad short for business protocol. Her blouse covered her breasts, but hardly stopped them from just busting out through the material. Today she was wearing a sleeveless white shirt and every time she felt “pity” for the kid, she would raise her arms. Her armpits were shaved, so smooth, so lickable and yummy…

“Umm…yeah,” Kid laughed. “Whatever. It’s fine. I’ll get another job. I’d like another job. Like really, really enjoy another…good…sloppy job.”

“Excuse me?” she said, losing his train of thought.

“Sorry, I’m just a little confused. You know, bad day at the office.”

“I know, you poor dear!” Valerie said, tilting her head and shifting her weight to another leg. It was just enough of a shift to let one hump of cleavage to poke out from her black bra.

Kid couldn’t even stop himself from gawking, shamelessly, like he was watching a roller coaster or a foal being born. Her breast peering out from that cavern of cleavage was breathtaking. It belonged in National Geographic as far as he was concerned, since it was a beautiful part of nature.

“Are you staring at my cleavage?” Valerie said, her face scrunching in disgust.

“No! No, no, no, I’m sorry. I just, uh…got mixed signals. I’m so sorry.”

“You got mixed signals? I was expressing sympathy! You know, because you were fired? Why do men always think any friendly emotion is a sexual come-on?”

“Good question. I have no answer for that.”

“Ugh, good luck. For your next job, I hope you don’t stare at your manager’s cleavage for the whole interview.”

“I concur. I hope she’s wearing a turtleneck,” the Kid said, quite professional in his demeanor, all things considered.

It wasn’t the only incident. Another shameful display happened in the new unisex bathroom on the third floor.

“I got to take a piss,” Dick said, ordering Roger from accounting to follow him. “Come on, Roger, just stand there like a man and talk business.”

“Well…it is a little awkward, sir,” Roger said, very uncomfortable with the idea of walking into a bathroom with Dick who was downright excited to pee.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah!” Dick said, mangling his Johnson into the right position for a good long piss. “Roger, do you have good news for me? I like to hear good news when I piss.”

“Sir, can we continue this conversation in the office?”

“Nope. Lyndon B. Johnson made people watch him piss, you know. Am I any less than the President of the United States, Roger?”

“Umm…all time or current?”

“I don’t appreciate the attitude, Roger. Smart off to me again and I’ll make you wear a MAGA hat tomorrow and send you to work with the fashion department on the sixth floor.”

“Please don’t.”

“Good. Now I want you to watch me piss. That’s your punishment for insubordination.”

“Really? I mean…really?”

“I’m not ashamed of my dick, Roger. Nothing to be ashamed about, I think I’m bigger than average. Don’t you think?”

“Umm…I have no earthly idea, sir.”

“You know what? I’m not going to fire you. That would be too easy. But I am going to suspend you. You’re just not a team player, Roger.”

“No…I can’t do that, sir! I’ll just quit and…and file a lawsuit against you.”

Dick laughed hard. “Sue me? ME? Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how much I pay my attorneys to keep me out of court? I am having dinner with Kylie Jenner later today to discuss BILLIONAIRE concepts, my friend.

Dick slapped Roger on the shoulder and grinned madly. “Something you will never understand. Believe me, Roger. There is no Ronan Farrow who’s going to take me down. Hell, I’m friends with the Farrows. I was the one who suggested they look into taking down Weinstein because that fat prick owed me money. I am invincible.”

Roger sighed. “Fine, I’ll take the suspension. I need a vacation from you anyway.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Valerie heard about the incident as Dick’s employees loved to gossip about the boss’ more evil and heartless moments. Indeed, many employees figured Dick Dumas was invincible, since he had dinner with billionaires, had the best lawyers, and generally got along with everybody—or at least everybody who was important.

Pity his employees who needed him more than he needed them. Word got around to Valerie and she insisted on speaking to Roger on his last day before the month-long suspension took effect.

“You don’t have to take this, you know,” she said, admiring Roger’s maturity and class. “Just quit.”

“It’s fine,” Roger sighed, just finishing his desk clean up. “I can do most of the work at home anyway. The fact that Dick didn’t fire me just speaks volumes about how much he knows he needs me.”

“I feel terrible,” Valerie said sadly. “I just wish I had the power to boss him around like he bosses all of his employees. I feel so helpless. I mean, I don’t even work here except that he’s humoring me, pretending like I’m helping him. It’s all just a pity fuck if you ask me.”

Roger laughed nervously. “Well…if you ever need a pity fuck…you know…I’ll be happy to…” Roger laughed again, but Valerie stared him down.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t very professional.”

“Jesus Christ, I show a little sympathy and all you guys do is think about sex. What, do you really have no girlfriend in your life?”

“Ummm…well…honest answer?”

“Ugh, why not.”

“It doesn’t matter. Even if I was getting laid all the time, I couldn’t stop staring at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a buxom blond and you have great legs and an amazing ass that I would just sculpt and put in my living as a demonstrable work of art and conversation piece.”

Valerie squinted and folded her arms, saying nothing.

“I mean Dick Dumas doesn’t even deserve you and that’s a fact. I don’t care how much money he has. You deserve a really good looking guy. And a guy with a good heart, you know?”

“Hmm,” Valerie said, finally losing eye contact.

“Not to imply that Dick is heartless. I mean I’m sure…”

“Yeah, right,” Valerie said. “I just never knew Dick was so hard on his employees. I’ve seen a very dark side of him. I can’t even see him in the same way anymore. Who did I marry? What happened to the man I thought he was?”

“I really can’t help you there. All I can tell you is, you DO have power over him. You’re his wife. Remember that.”

Valerie shrugged off Roger’s advice, thinking that he was just thinking about Dick, not about her feelings and her problems. Roger, like all the guys who worked at DDD seemed obsessed with her T&A and hardly even cared how terribly Dick was violating basic employee rights.

***

Fred from HR was another guy who Dick was ramming all day Friday and Valerie was a witness. When Dick got through humiliating Fred, Valerie finally had enough.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“I said I want you to announce on the public address system, ‘I am Fred, I worked in HR, and I am a disgusting frog. Ribbit, ribbit.’”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“You either do it or you’re fired,” threatened Dick.

“You’re firing me because you violated privacy laws?”

“No, I’m firing you because you have a belligerent attitude.”

“Please, sir, don’t fire me. I’ve worked here six years…I don’t want to relocate. Let’s talk through this…I want to keep working with you.”

“Fine, then announce on the PA system that you are a frog. Do it.”

Valerie snapped, unable to contain herself.

“GOD! Dick, will you stop riding him so hard?”

“What? Honey, this is business. Wait outside.”

“This is not business!” Valerie exclaimed. “Don’t you have any sense of decency? How can you treat people like this, people who have families?”

“It’s very easy. I am a man and I work like a man. Do you think women try to tell Christian Grey what to do? No, he runs his company like a man!”

“Christian Grey isn’t real, Dick!” Valerie said spitefully.

“I know…” Dick said hesitantly. “But he’s obviously loosely based on Richard Branson. Who I’m having dinner with later this month by the way.”

“I don’t give a shit about Richard Branson, Elon Musk, or any other rich asshole you’re friends with!” Valerie screamed, as Fred looked on awkwardly. “I’m tired of you acting like this!”

Valerie glared at Fred, or the HR guy, whatever his name was. All she really noticed about him at that moment was that he was staring at her tits.

“Do you mind? You staring at my breasts isn’t helping anything.”

“Wha-Wha-What?” Fred said with a red-faced grin. “I don’t think…I don’t think…”

Finally, Dick got mad. He furled his brow and stared Valerie down. “You go home and make my fucking dinner. You’re still on the clock.”

“Screw you!” Valerie screamed back, storming out of the room. “You don’t own me.”

“You want to be a big girl and work? Then get to work.”

“I am my own woman! Screw you! Go home and screw the turkey you bought, you asshole!”

Dick was so angry he forgot all about Fred and the frog announcement. Looks like Fred’s day wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

***

Valerie meanwhile was so upset she was shaking. She couldn’t even go home, not with such a Dick in the house. She cried, kicked the wall, and cursed every decision she ever made that got her in this hellhole of a job and marriage. Too ashamed to go out and mingle with the employees, she stayed in the unisex restroom with the door locked. The last thing her self-respect needed right now was for everyone to see her dripping mascara and sweaty striped blouse. Whenever she became upset, she always seemed to “leak,” not only from sweat, tears and snot, but even from her pussy.

She almost laughed at the idea of being wet right now, at a time like this, when she was feeling way down in the gutter. She didn’t have a real job, a tyrant for a husband, and just no future…unless of course she just started over from scratch. That is, if she gave up her million dollar lifestyle to start at the bottom. Become a self-made millionaire like Kylie Jenner…yeah, right. The odds were stacked against her.

Dick was a sleazeball for sure, but she damn well knew how he got to the top. By being Dick. By being a bastard, a son of a bitch, and a mean motherfucker when he had to. Maybe she just didn’t have the mean gene inside of her. It was yet another vital part she was missing…something else she needed deep inside…

A knock pounded on the door. “Matthias, is that you? Goddamn it, I need to use the bathroom. How long have you been in there? Are you smoking pot again?”

“Um, no, this isn’t Matt. This is Valerie.”

“Oh shit!” the voice replied. “Missus Valerie Dumas! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Here, come on in. I wasn’t, uh…using the bathroom. I just needed a break from all the commotion.”

Valerie opened the restroom door and weakly smiled at Fred, the friendly-looking HR guy she saw earlier. She stopped a moment to admire his handsome face. Strong eyes, a pleasant smile, and a calm yet vibrant presence. He had curly brown hair and a clean shaved face. All dressed up in a suit, tall and thin…and looking at her like he was fresh out of jail.

“No problem, Missus Valerie,” he said, his voice suspiciously rising in tone and pitch. “I’m always here to help.”

Valerie flinched, self-consciously realizing what a wreck she looked like, having been in tears most of the afternoon.

“Have you…been crying? What’s wrong? Oh no…did something happen to Dick?”

“Huh, we could only be so lucky,” she quipped.

“Yeah, I’m always hoping for a drug overdose or maybe…dying of a sex heart attack. I would say plane crash, but I would feel bad for the other people.”

“Hmm,” Valerie said with a stoic nod.

“Guess I shouldn’t tell you stuff like that, about hating your husband and what not. But yeah, all of us do.”

“It really doesn’t matter,” she said. “Dick does whatever he wants. Why do you guys put up with it?”

“Well, I can’t speak for everybody…but the truth is I hardly see Dick. He storms into my office about five times a year, says something insulting, then I stay quiet while he vents. He forgets about it, I keep coming to work. I wait until the storm passes. I make good money. When I fulfill my contract, I’ll have the endorsement of one of the richest people in America. I can work anywhere.”

“Hmm, money is all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Why do you stay with him, if you don’t mind me asking? Why do you put up with him? You could divorce him and take half of everything.”

“Prenup. I’m such a genius, right?” Valerie said with a self-loathing laugh. “Look at me. I look like a train wreck. I need a shower…I need to wipe my gross dripping mascara face away. I need…”

“Maybe it’s just my after work schnapps talking, Valerie, but I think sweaty and dripping looks very sexy on you.”

Valerie tried to stare him down, but this time she just broke down and giggled. She was tired, sweating, and all drained of tears from a bathroom breakdown. She was also wet down there and felt strangely attracted to the ideal of filth.

She hardly even noticed Fred himself, though he was fairly good looking. It was the thought of sex, the thought of dirty, messy sex that wouldn’t leave her mind. And all she could really think about, even when she looked into Fred’s eyes and saw nothing but unconditional love, was…

Well, I’m going to have to shower anyway. If I’m going to cheat, I might as well do it right now and earn my shower.

She gave Fred a devious, almost malicious look. But since she half-smiled, it gave Fred a wicked idea.

“You really want to get back at your husband? Let’s go into his office and fool around.”

“His office?” Valerie said with a flinch.

“Come on…I know you have a key to his office.”

“I do, but…”

“But what? He’s been so mean to me, Missus Dumas. Your husband…” Fred fake-cried. “And you really should teach him a lesson.”

“I don’t even know you,” Valerie said, slowly raising her chin…and feeling a tingle inside her already humid panties.

“Then let’s introduce ourselves,” Fred said, touching her face and then lowering his hand to her neck. Her skin was moist from a hard day. Her shirt was sweaty and Valerie had already opened one button, giving just a hint of cleavage.

Fred reached out and grabbed Valerie’s breasts, staring at them without apology. She looked back at him, wide eyed and clueless as to why she should resist.

“This is what I’ve been thinking about all day long, Missus Dumas.”

“Oh yeah?” she said spitefully, but not quite offended enough to object. “A lot of you boys seem to have your minds in low places.”

“Let’s go to his office. Come on.”

“I shouldn’t,” she said, losing her smile.

“Missus Dumas…please…your husband is probably going to fire me. My life is already ruined. At least if you do me this one favor, I’ll leave this company with a wonderful memory. It’s really the least you could do…I mean if you really feel bad about the whole thing.”

Valerie smirked.

She led Fred back to Dick’s office, still feeling butterflies in the stomach. Not necessarily because of Fred or the sexual tension between them, but just the feeling of doing something that would hurt Dick. Doing something Dick disapproved of only seem to make her more excited.

She watched Fred as he took his time unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time. Valerie wore a black bra underneath and felt just as tickled as Fred that it was a size too small. Her breasts were plump and firm. She was always self-conscious about the size of her breasts, but Dick always made her feel like a queen, at least in bed.

Now, it was a different feeling. A man other than her husband looking on in lip-licking approval as he groped her DDD cup breasts, not caring in the slightest that she was tired and in need of a shower. In fact, her body heat and sweat only seemed to turn him on more so.

Valerie flinched as Fred skipped all the insincere kissing and went right for her tits. She was alarmed at how quickly he took her body and ran, so to speak. Was he in a rush to get away with his crime…or did he just fantasize repeatedly about grabbing the boss’ wife in a forbidden way?

Fred pulled her bra down so roughly he almost ripped the material. He watched as Valerie’s tits cascaded out and wasted no time stuffing one into his mouth.

“Oh my,” Valerie said, first a sigh and then a sexy laugh. “You’ve really been waiting for…”

“Mmm-hmm,” Fred mumbled, still grasping her titties and chomping them with his hungry mouth.

“Waiting for…”

“Shhhh,” Fred said, still rubbing his face all over her moist breasts and tasting her sweat. “Don’t say anything. Just let me fuck you.”

“Ahhhh…” Valerie muttered as the obsessed man licked her right nipple. First, he licked a circle all around the most sensitive part. Then a gentle sucking and a nice firm squeeze on the nipple. He turned to the side and sucked her other tit, adding to the slippery tit fun with his own saliva.

“You have such big breasts,” Fred grunted, going back and forth between her thick nipples and sucking like a baby. “I’ll bet every guy in the office has masturbated to these…”

“Uhhh!” Valerie exclaimed, not sure if she was offended or turned on, or both.

“Mmmmm, get on your knees,” Fred said, pushing her head down, thinking less like a gentleman and more like a Dick.

Valerie was amazed at how easy it was to follow orders…almost like working. She awkwardly bent down to the ground, letting Fred toss her open blouse off to the floor and grab her breasts in his hand.

“You like that?” she said softly, looking up into his eyes, and at a loss for words.

“Oh God, you’re so wet…” he said, noticing her breast sweat was glistening in the light.

“I am…inside and outside,” Valerie said, her angry pussy scent wet enough for both of them to smell.

“You’re wet for my cock?”

“Yes…” she mumbled, ashamed at what she was saying, but enjoying the sting of saying such horrible things.

“You’re wet everywhere,” Fred said, rubbing his hands all over her slippery breasts and particularly those dripping-with-spit nipples that were still engorged. “Oh God, I gotta pull my cock out.”

Valerie took a gulp, nervous but unable to look away at the amazing sight. A total stranger unbuttoning and unzipping his pants for her. She marveled at his full erection, circumcised, nice. Slightly smaller than her husband’s, but well hung and the eye staring her right in the face.

“Ohhhh, put it in your mouth,” Fred said, holding his shaft in one hand and the back of Valerie’s hair with the other. “Suck my cock.”

“O-Okay,” she said nervously. She was used to sucking her husband off. But pleasuring another man was such a strange thought. What did he like? Did he want is soft and gentle? Or just rough, deep suck and fast like her hubby?

“Come on, put it in…please…let me feel your lips on my caaaa-!” His eyes rolled back in his head as Valerie sucked the head of Fred’s cock with such dedication and energy.

She had to make a judgment call…he probably liked his cock pleasured like Dick did. That meant strong sucking. Wet slurping. And plenty of hand stroking to complement the filth.

“Ohhhh!” Fred said, his pants down to his knees, as Valerie continued giving him good wet head. “Ohhh, yes, keep sucking it. Making it so hard…”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said, always a team player, and trying her best to give it to him hard and fast. Maybe all guys liked it hard and fast…at least the only two men she had sucked off for the last ten years. She watched in awe as she took his cock into her mouth, in and out, eating the head and then spitting it out again, letting the spittle drip into an obscene puddle all over the ground. She sucked and slurped him again, getting him even wetter and filthier.

God, I need a shower! she thought, as her pussy tightened and soaked her panties. It was so dirty and yet she wanted more. She wanted to be covered in more filth by the time this was over. As much filth as possible! That would show Dick, seeing his wife covered in…

“Ggggaccckkk!” Fred heard, just as Valerie spit him out of his mouth, his cock dripping with her spit, her hand still stroking his tight shaft.

“Ohhhhh, Valerie, give me those big titties.”

“What?” She looked confused.

“Your tits, I want your tits. Here, lean back a little bit.” Fred guided her to lean back and then took her big wet breasts in his hands. “Put my cock between your tits. I want to fuck your tits.”

Valerie laughed, having never pleasured a man like this before. Dick didn’t pay much attention to her breasts but was more of a vagina fan. But this guy, Fred was a titty lover for sure. He groaned deeply as he spread her tits apart to fit his raging hard on in between the flesh.

She was already wet from sweat, but her spittle only helped to make her chest a slipping slide of fun.

“Ohhhh, yeah, Valerie,” he moaned, pushing his cock into her wet cleavage. “Yeah, you feel how hard my cock is?”

“Uh huh!” she said, losing her smile and realizing the feeling of a man’s shaft in between her breasts felt exciting…intense. “Like this?”

“You squeeze them together. Hold your breasts together while I fuck them.”

“Aahhhh!” Valerie said, getting wet from just the idea of having a strange cock so close to her heart. She loved the feeling not only of Fred’s manhood enveloped in her bosom, but also the way his hairy balls tickled her lower breasts and upper belly.

“Oh, yeah!” Fred shouted, increasing the speed of the tit-wank as Valerie helped with the momentum by folding her arms tighter together. “Ohhhh shit, you have such big fucking amazing tits!”

“Uh huh!” Valerie squealed back, gasping at the lovely sensation of Fred holding onto her head. He grabbed her hair and yanked his cock around in between those sweaty, dripping mounds of flesh.

“Ahhhhh,” Fred grunted, pulling back and exposing his full cock length in front of Valerie’s thrilled face. “Now spit on it. Spit on my cock so I can fuck your tits again.”

Valerie looked into his eyes, mesmerized, and unleashed a loogie-sized wad of spit all over Fred’s red-faced cock. It made her breasts even wetter and smoother—definitely filthier. She was so excited by the accumulated filth, she dropped her mouth open in smiling ecstasy. She looked up in reverence as he fucked her tits deeper and faster, this time grabbing her humps himself and squashing them together for a tighter fit.

“Ohhhh, shit!” Valerie said, bending over backwards so much that she was slowly falling to the floor. She started giggling, but Fred was deep in the zone.

“Ohhhhh, yeah! Stay there! Stay there!” Fred said, kneeling down to Valerie who was lying flat on the ground. “Hold your tits together! I want more.”

Valerie laughed as she shoved her breasts in again and accommodated the poor office drone who was, for once, really loving his place of employment.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Fred shouted, pinching her by both nipples as she continued plowing into her chest.

“Yeeeaah, that feels good!” Valerie moaned, getting soaked and smashed, all the while feeling his balls and his anus gently rubbing against her belly. This was filthy, dirty, and making her soaking wet. She had never been so wet before…there was only one thing to do.

“Fuck me,” Valerie whispered.

“Ohhh, fuuuuck!” Fred shouted, feeling his perineum tighten and his cock starting to spasm. “Fuck those titties! Yeah, hold your tits together. Hold them tight together!”

Valerie was surprised…he apparently didn’t hear when she told him to move down south. The man was lost in space and in a boob-induced frenzy. All she saw was him frantically titty-fucking her, his eyes darting back between her face and her wet bouncing tits now busting out of that torn black bra.

“Awwwwww!” Fred screamed. “I’m going to cum all over your tits!”

“Do it,” Valerie said, looking a bit blank.

“Ohhhh, yeah, titty-fucking the boss’ wife like that…” Fred said, still mashing into Valerie and feeling his imminent cumshot rising to the top. “Yeah…”

“Does that make you feel all manly?” Valerie teased, but staring into his eyes without a smile. “Nailing your boss’ wife? The mother of his children?”

“Ohhhhhh, shit, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Fred said, barely keeping his squinting eyes open and locked with hers. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Fred grabbed his shaft tightly and fired a hot load of cum. His face contorted as he watched the cumshot burst forth like a geyser, filling Valerie’s throat area with a puddle of spunk.

But Fred wasn’t done…just as he yanked his cock backward, thinking it was over, more cum spurted forth and decorated Valerie’s titties.

“Ohhhhh, fuck!” Fred bellowed, loving the sight of his sperm shooting all over Valerie’s nipples. “Ohhh, God!”

Finally, after emptying his balls all over Valerie’s tits, and then shooting some leftover spunk right into her chin, Fred had enough. He fell over and collapsed on the floor, panting like an animal and drained of all forbidden fantasies.

“Ohhhhh, shit,” Fred said, his arms falling to the ground. “Oh fuck, that was good. I was totally…prepared to die from a heart attack. I would have died happy.”

“Yeah? Inside your boss’ wife’s breasts?”

“Titty-fucking my way to hell!”

Valerie laughed.

Fred looked over to Valerie who was still drenched in sperm, sweat, and spit. “Ohhh…I didn’t do you, sorry. How rude of me.”

“You know what? It’s fine. Maybe this all happened for a reason.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was ready,” Valerie said with a series of blinks. “To cheat on Dick. To make love to another man. But at the last minute…you didn’t hear me. When I actually said a curse word. I said F me. And I meant it…but…maybe deep down I just didn’t want to cheat on my husband. Somehow…I managed to stay faithful. It was better this way.”

“Ummmm…” Fred said in confusion. “I think we did just cheat.”

“No,” Valerie said with a smile. “Oral doesn’t count.”

“Oh. Uh…how about titty-fucking?”

“That’s even less of a deal than oral!”

“Well, frankly, Missus Dumas, just to be honest…I think touching another man’s dick is when it counts as cheating.”

“I came close,” Valerie said with a satisfied smile. “But in the end, I resisted. You resisted. I got lucky. From now on, no more flirting with disaster.”

“Whatever you say, Missus Dumas,” Fred laughed, figuring he hit the jackpot.

Indeed, the boss’ wife was always right. Valerie thought going downtown was flirting and thought a titty-fuck was heavy petting. Besides, if Dick was really going to be honest and admit all the pairs of tits he fucked in between office hours, this was a conversation neither of them were ready to have.

Apparently, the only taboo left that would be considered hard cheating would be feeling another man’s dick inside of her. But that was the line…the line of true fidelity that Valerie would never cross.

She was still filthy as shit. She managed to wipe the cum off with a paper towel Fred so generously gave her, but her body was still drenched in bodily fluids. She shuddered at the thought of having to put her clothes back in, so grimy and smelly. Yet, after putting her clothes back on and hating the feeling of being dirty for another 45-minute drive home, she felt a strange sensation of tingling.

Her pussy was still wet. She was horny, maybe even hornier than before now that she realized how dirty she was and how she urgently needed a shower.

“Holy Jesus, I do need a shower!” Valerie said merrily.

“Thanks for the awesome tit-wank, Miss Dumas.”

“You’re welcome, uh…” She shook her head and blushed.

“It doesn’t matter,” Fred said. “In fact…forget my name. And my face. Will make things less awkward around the office.”

***

Of course, not everyone had the same definition of cheating. Valerie was puzzled by the idea of oral and breast play being actual sex, especially when a certain someone decided to be all bossy about it.

“Hello,” Roger said, nodding to a fully clothed Valerie on his way out of the building. Valerie thought she was the last to leave, but Roger beat her for last place by just under five minutes.

“Ohhh, hi, I didn’t know anyone else was here,” she said nervously.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Roger replied.

“Say…weren’t you that guy who was fired? Why are you here?”

“Suspended actually,” Roger added. “But I was asked to come in tonight to clear up one minor issue in accounting. In lieu of recent discoveries, however, I might not be suspended after all.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“Miss Dumas, I saw you. I saw what you did to that HR guy.”

“What…I don’t think I understand…” Valerie laughed nervously.

“I think it’s pretty clear. I saw you.”

“Saw us talking or…” She shook her head back and forth.

“I’m not stupid,” Roger said. “I saw everything. You sucked him off then you jacked him off with those big boobs.”

“Ohh…I see.”

“Right. Awkward, right? Of course, Dick might have a special interest in knowing what you did tonight. That’s the kind of secret worth ending a suspension. Maybe even worth a raise.”

Valerie blinked and stared into Roger’s eyes. Something was different about him. He noticed her breasts a few times, but he wasn’t gawking. He wanted something more from her. Something she might not even be ready to give…

“We’ll talk more. I think you need a shower right now, all things considered. All things I witnessed. Leverage, Missus Dumas. The business world is all about leverage.”

Valerie nodded and watched Roger walk away, no doubt conspiring something…or figuring out what he wanted from her. She wondered for a moment, is breast play cheating? Is oral cheating? Would Dick really be that upset if an employee told him about her titty-fuck? Er…the titty-fuck that unfortunately happened in his office. Hell, that was the best part for Valerie…the idea of another man cumming on her tits in Dick’s private room. Surely, Dick would have some reservations about the lack of respect. He was, after all, such a totalitarian asshole when it came to getting his way.

And thus far, two men had their way with Valerie, the boss’ wife, although cheating was still a matter of perspective.

Part Three: Menage a Hotwife!

“Hello, Valerie,” Roger said, a sly little smile appearing on his face.

“On a first name basis, are we?” Valerie said minus a smile. She was dressed up, ready for work, and not even showing much cleavage today. The night before she had a long hard talk with Dick Dumas, her husband and the CEO of DDD Enterprises. They agreed she should have a larger role in the company, since Valerie was, in Dick’s own words, “one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.”

All that talk of mutual admiration and professional respect sounded fine at the time. However, Valerie was smart enough to realize buttering Dick up and putting the idea into his head that she’s working long hours for his company might actually distract him from having paranoid thoughts about her fidelity.

Namely, whatever Roger was insinuating happened between Valerie and a certain coworker. A certain coworker…whom she forgot the name of, thank God.

Technically speaking, she was still faithful, or at least that’s what she told herself. The very idea of trying to explain to her “guilt” seemed to provoke the miffed housewife. She knew what happened and what little it meant in matters of love. How dare this goon try to make it a bigger issue and bother the boss with such disturbing details.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” Valerie said to Roger as they shared an elevator.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Roger replied, looking straight ahead and smiling. “I saw everything.”

“You didn’t see anything!” she said, turning to him and glaring. “What we did was not sex. It was just…you know, flirting.”

“Flirting? Really?” Roger said, glancing back at her. “You call rubbing your breasts all over a guy flirting? Well, maybe you should flirt with me sometime.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Valerie said bitterly.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not. “But it’s time to grow up and accept reality. You broke Dick Dumas’ code. Whether it’s right or wrong, real sex or not, is irrelevant. If it bothers him, it’s relevant to him. Naturally, I want to know what this information will get me. Preferably from Mister Dumas, since I am ambitious and really want a career first.”

“What else?” Valerie said hesitantly.

“Whatever I want from you.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you, guy. I’m married. End of story.”

“I anticipated you might say that. And I’m fine with it. Which is why I intend to do the honest thing and take the matter to Mister Dumas.”

“NO, I don’t want you to do that,” Valerie said firmly.

“Naturally. So we come to the matter of negotiation. What are you willing to do for my silence? My silence is not an obligation but a favor. You’re either willing to do something favorable for me or you’re willing to get rid of me through violent action.”

“YES, that’s what I’ll do!” Valerie said.

“How so?”

“I…I will tell Dick you’re extorting me. How do you think he’ll react to that, huh?”

“Good answer,” Roger said. “But now we play poker, don’t we? Which of us needs each other more? My gamble…and it is a gamble for sure…but my gamble is that you’re scared to death. You need me to keep quiet more than I need you to not get me fired.”

Valerie stared at Roger and sighed.

***

She thought back to the night before. It was such a good night, starting with a good hard and fast blowjob like Dick always liked. Then they talked in bed as they snacked on Smores. Just for the hell of it, Valerie gauged Dick’s temperament and gullibility. Surprisingly, he still appeared very low risk.

“Honey,” she said, smiling and gazing into his eyes. “You know I love you.”

“Of course, honey, I love you too. Sorry I get so…rude at work sometimes.”

“It’s fine. I just wonder…if any employee of yours gave me a hard time…”

“Who?” Dick said, his eyes bugging out and his breathing already accelerating.

“I just wonder who you would believe is all…I mean if they made up lies about me.”

“There’s no need to worry, honey,” Dick said with a calm smile. “I will always take your side. I’d fire every last one of those guys before I’d let them hurt my wife’s feelings. Fuck all those guys! Any of them so much as sneak a glance of your magnificent tits, I will fire them and personally beat the shit out of them once they leave my parking lot. Nobody gets hurt on my property. But once I fire your ass and you’re trespassing, you better watch your balls, motherfucker.”

Valerie blushed and smiled in cooing respect. “Thanks, honey. That really means a lot.”

***

I could destroy him. One conversation, one hint, and my hubby would fire this loser and kick his butt without even thinking about it. There’s no reason to be afraid. And yet…when Roger talks about coercing me into a personal favor, I get so…

Valerie flinched off the thought. “I have nothing more to say to you. I suggest you go to my husband. And see what happens to you.”

Valerie stared down Roger right before leaving the elevator. For a moment, it appeared as if Roger was actually standing down. He himself admitted it was a gamble and one he could easily lose.

Valerie decided to play it safe before calling Roger’s cards, so to speak. She decided to use that one restroom, the one where eavesdropping was so easy, and listen to her husband chatting with Roger—the would-be blackmailer.

“Ummm, how has your week been, sir?” Roger sheepishly asked.

“How was my weekend?” Dick said harshly. “Other than getting a massive blowjob the likes of which was so gut-wrenching my cum flooded the entire mansion, it was uneventful. How was your weekend, you weasel?”

“Well-?”

“HAH! Like I give a pair of nipples how your weekend was,” Dick said with mad eyes. “You’re a peon. An afterthought. The feces, the vaginal discharge of a human being. You’re nothing but dog shit. No, you’re the flies on dog shit. And I mean that sincerely. As a boss, not a friend.”

“Ummm, okay, sir. Well, I was going to ask you about, uh…something confidential.”

Dick sighed. “Oh? I probably already know it, but go ahead and tell me.”

“Well, I don’t know anything per se but, uh…about rumors in the office. Something I heard that I think you should know.”

“About who?” Dick said, his eyes jousting with Roger, reducing Roger to a series of gulps and shudders.

“Umm, no one important. Just a temp.”

“Let me give a little piece of advice to you, my colleague who is NOT also my friend. I don’t give a shit about you. I don’t like you. The only interest I have in you is in whether you have a fuckable sister. Now then, do you want to tell me something special about someone else’s life that’s far more interesting than your pathetic life?”

“Uhhh…it’s about Val…”

Dick’s eyes lit up, not in surprise or scandal, but as a warning shot. As in, You have the audacity to say her name.

“Valentine’s Day,” laughed Roger. “Just some office romance between interns I thought you should know, it might be of interest to HR.”

“HR’s entire department has tiny dicks. I don’t give a flying fuck about those guys. Please don’t bother me anymore with your girl gossip, okay?”

“Roger.”

“I didn’t ask for your name.”

“I meant, uh…ten-four. Acknowledged. ‘Roger.’ That’s all.”

Valerie stood by the elevator and watched as Roger walked right by her, avoiding eye contact, but apparently shaken up. The poor little man looked like he was struggling not to cry. He defended his emotional wounds, however, fake-smiling at her as if to suggest he still had all the power.

Valerie was pissed, not at Roger, that silly little man who was scratching and clawing for just one victory in his life. But at Dick. This so-called billionaire humanitarian, who actually treated his employees like slaves, like livestock or old discarded food. The more sadistic he became to his employees, the more it seemed to awaken something in Valerie.

But Valerie was never turned on by power and ego, nor the desperate acts of megalomania that rich and powerful men tried. But the extreme humiliation of the employees at Dick’s hands did provoke Valerie’s emotions. She felt sorry for the men. She felt irate at Dick and wanted to see him humbled, terrorized, tortured by the same misery he was sharing with others.

She hated to admit it but the humiliation, the depravity, turned her on. Seeing people berated in front of her riled up her empathy and evoked strong maternal instincts. No, it was something more than maternal…something more like pity. She pitied their inferior genes, she felt heroic when thinking about saving their Darwinian fates. Maybe she could help these poor souls step up out of the quicksand. Maybe she could help them stand up to her husband. In the meantime, she could also teach her dickhead husband a lesson about civility and basic human decency.

***

The next day, Valerie saw Roger in his office. She decided she would be the first to approach him, since she knew deep down, he didn’t have a prayer against her and her trigger-happy husband who hated all other men. But really it was the thought that counted.

Valerie kept a straight face…and a very straight-laced outfit when she went to meet him. She wore a grey long-sleeved sweater dress with black hose. She made sure it was just tight enough. There was no hiding her big breasts, but she made sure the outfit was body-fitting and comfortable. She even wore glasses to get the perfect “professional” look down.

“Valerie,” Roger said, flinching. He was already losing this war and knew his career could self-destruct in seconds. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh…” she said, pacing around his office and speaking freely. It almost felt as if she was taunting him…except that her words didn’t seem to match her body language.

“I’m curious, Roger. I don’t want to rock the boat at home, with Dick. I don’t care about my career. But I prefer things at home to stay…peaceful.”

“So do I…” Roger said, his disposition changing instantly. His voice became softer and his confidence peaked. “I don’t want to have to tell him. I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

“So what would I have to do to keep you quiet?”

Roger fought a smile. This was exactly what he wanted but he had to play it cool…just in case this was a setup.

“Well…remember what I said that day…”

“No,” Valerie replied quickly, toying with him just as much as he was toying with her. “I don’t.”

She wanted to hear him say it.

“Well…” Roger stammered and chuckled, trying to stay calm and devious, but far too tickled at the idea that he – for the first time in his life – held all the power.

“I want…I want you.”

“You know I’m married, don’t you?” Valerie, said, lowering her face and looking up at Roger in shame.

“Yes,” he said, taking a big gulp. “And yes, I know…everything. All of it. But I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”

“So you want to have sex with me? Just like that other guy you saw?”

“No, definitely NOT like him,” Roger said, an evil little smirk growing on his face. “No, you claimed that you didn’t cheat with your husband. Because you engaged in foreplay. But not with me.” Roger shook his head and continued smiling. “What I want is definitely cheating. No excuses, no rationalizations. I want you to cheat, with me, on him. I want to feel myself inside of you. Not just foreplay. I want to feel you from the inside, like the song goes.”

Valerie huffed in disgust…but her panties were already moist from the idea. This time it would be different, it would be even more extreme. It couldn’t even be rationalized. She would be cheating, breaking the marriage vow, by allowing another man to fuck her.

She was already thinking about how it would feel to have another Dick inside. But just to be a little wetter…she had to object.

“I can’t do that. I can’t cheat on him,” she said blinking at Roger, daring him to keep going.

“Well, I guess I have to tell him the truth then.”

“Don’t.”

“Well then!” Roger said, his eyes widening. His tone becoming more demanding. “Then I guess you’re just going to have to decide what’s more important to you. A peaceful marriage or your clean conscience. And don’t bullshit me, Valerie…” he said with a tilt. “You’ve already been unfaithful to him. Now I’m just making you admit it.”

Valerie did a sideways glance, suggesting she was appalled but then walked back a few paces. She closed the office door.

“Fine. What do you want me to do?”

Roger was so excited his breathing changed within seconds. He struggled to maintain confidence, even while nervously running over to close the blinds to his window.

“Strip. All of your clothes.”

Valerie sighed in disgust as Roger gulped. He was already hard from the very idea…from the very sight of Valerie’s breasts and tummy pushing out of that body-fitting sweater dress. Imagine, all of this naked…ready to do anything to keep a secret.

She spread her legs apart and then slowly lifted her dress. Dark sexy hose, followed by creamy milky skin as she lifted the dress past her belly button.

Roger was nodding, looking mesmerized at the fantasy he helped to create.

Valerie rolled her hose down to give him a glimpse of purple underwear. Panties she picked out just for today, though who knows if Roger even caught that. The man was hypnotized by Valerie’s outfit, not to mention those cruel, man-hating eyes…which were of course, a put-on. She figured the only way to make a man harder, besides taking your clothes off, was for him to think you hate him.

She whipped around lifted her skirt farther up, exposing a matching purple bra, with black edge lace. The naughty man nodded in worship, forgetting all about the power imbalance and just becoming extra-grateful for a show.

Valerie slowly pulled her sweater dress above her head, taking the time to pull off each long sleeve. It gave the gawker plenty of time to gawk at her DDD breasts bulging out of her bra.

“Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Yes,” Roger said, breathless. “Keep going. Show me everything.”

“Do you mind if I do it a little sexy? It makes it less awkward for me…”

“L-Like what?” he said, his eyes widening as Valerie walked over to his desk.

“Just make it sexy like…”

Valerie wheeled Roger backwards and slowly crawled on top of his desk.

“Just like this?” she said, stretching her arms out and lowering her hand to her pantyhose.

“Yes…” Roger muttered, looking over her body and dropping his jaw.

“What do you want me to do?” Valerie whispered. “To keep this a secret?”

“T-Take your bra off,” Roger said frantically.

“Mmm, you want to see these?” she whispered, leaning up on the desk. She reached back and unhooked her bra. She held the cups over her breasts, guiding the helpless male’s attention.

She dropped her bra to the floor, letting Roger gaze at her full bosom, perfectly shaped. Valerie then propped herself on the desk in front of him, spreading her legs, giving him the best seat in the house. She rolled down her hose, inch by inch, giving him a full view of her long legs.

She motioned for Roger to pull her hose down and pull them off completely. He followed her orders and took the time to feel her sultry, smooth legs.

Her purple panties were already moist from the excitement.

“Take it off,” he said, glancing at her face then back to her panties.

“Take it off?” she said, pulling her legs together and slowly pulling her panties to her ankles.

“Ohhh, God,” Roger replied, staring into her little blond bush and neatly tucked in pussy lips.

“Is this what you want?”

“Ahhh, yeah…” he said, already losing it.

“Then do it.” She flinched. “Fuuuuck me.” Cursing was still new to her. But it felt good to say the word FUCK in an entirely sexual, raw, and spontaneous way.

“Yeah!” Roger said, halfway into subspace by now. He frantically unbuttoned his pants and pulled his underwear down, standing at full-length.

“Fuck me,” Valerie said, enjoying the tingling of that word, along with the pang of a guilty conscience. The idea that she was cheating, that she was actually betraying her lover, made her wetter than she had ever been.

Roger spread her legs apart and helped her get into position. He slowly guided his stiff cock towards her open pussy lips, her moisture easing him inside.

“Ohhhh, yeah…yeah…” he said, shutting his eyes and feeling the hot, long squeeze inside.

“Ohhhh!” Valerie softly cooed, spreading her legs farther apart and letting him push in deeper.

“YES, oh God, your pussy is tight!” he said, grabbing her back from behind and holding for leverage.

“Yeah…tell me more,” she said, looking him in the eye.

Roger pushed himself deeper, rubbing his pubes against her moist lips and thrusting in and out. “Ohhhh…tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” Valerie said vapidly. She actually preferred the feeling of pretending she didn’t like it. The idea of a horny guy just hate-fucking her because she made a stupid mistake turned her on like nothing else. Plus, the idea of fucking her husband’s least favorite employees, that was the icing on the cake.

Roger’s cock was tightening fast…he leaned her body downward for a better angle, all the while holding onto her butt cheeks with his right hand. With his other hand, he grabbed her tits, holding on as she lightly bounced up and down, moving to his rhythm of thrusting.

Roger started panting hard, resisting his early cum shot. Trying his best to stay hard and in control. He grabbed Valerie by the back of the head and held on as he continued fucking her at the same pace.

“You like that? Me fucking your married pussy? Huh?”

“YES!” she wheezed, dropping her mouth open and letting him place a sloppy kiss on her lips.

“You’re cheating on him now. With me. What do you think of that? What do you think of fucking another man instead of your husband?”

“Mmmm!” Valerie biting down on her lip as Roger pushed himself closer to her, holding onto her butt and taking the back of her head in his free hand.

“Yeah, I’m going to pound that married pussy. Yeah…”

He increased his thrusting speed and rubbed his face all over Valerie’s neck.

“How do you think Dick feels about that? Fucking his wife? Huh…so deep into her pussy. Ohhhhh…little cheating slut of a wife.”

Valerie felt an orgasmic pang. She bit Roger’s neck as he fucked her faster and harder. “Unghh!”

“Ohhh, God!” he belted out, fucking her faster while clutching his hands around her lower back.

Roger fucked the boss’ wife right on his desk, hard enough to knock pens and papers down to the floor. It was an exhilarating moment, a career peak for sure.

Roger tried his best to keep it quiet but Valerie’s tight pussy wasn’t making it easy. He couldn’t help but bark, pant, and whimper in between thrusts, making plenty of noise that traveled through the door.

Valerie managed to keep things professional. She was wet and excited all right, but she bit her lip anytime the urge to scream came.

“Ohhhhhh!” Roger said, not doing much to keep things discreet. “Ohhhh, I’m going to cum, Valerie.”

“Oh no…” she said softly. “I think you should pull out…cum on my tits.”

“Uh-uh,” Roger said making moody eye contact. “I want to come in your pussy.”

“What?!” she said, startled.

“I’m not pulling out. I want you to take my cum. I want to drop my cum in that married billion dollar pussy. You understand? That’s my condition.”

“No…” she moaned. “I can’t do that…I’m married. I have children. I…”

“I don’t care if I get you preggers,” Roger sneered. “I don’t give a fuck. I just want…to…CUM…in…that…pussy.

Valerie pulled her head back and let the brute force of Roger’s hard-hitting cock take over. She stopped fighting the urge and resigned herself to let it happen. So what, let him cum. She was already cheating. He was already fucking her by force, making her cheating or not cheating irrelevant. She couldn’t stop this because if she did, her secret would be exposed.

Speaking of being exposed, she couldn’t help but look downward during the throbbing penetration, watching Roger’s cock sink in deep and then pull out, right to the tip of his thicker cockhead. She shuddered as she watched her infidelity up close and personal. The wetness of his cock pulling in and out. The slippery and slapping sounds of her pussy getting stuffed. The stranger’s panting breaths…weakening frame…and indeed, his total surrender internally.

She could literally feel his letting go. He went almost limp as cum sprayed forth inside, filling her pussy with hot sperm.

“Ohhhhh, fuck!” Roger said, shaking Valerie in his arms back and forth as the desk wobbled, making quite a racket. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming…in your…pussy! Fucking married slut!”

“Ohhh!” Valerie moaned, giving herself at least one loud squeal, right as she felt the vibrations of his balls emptying out.

“Ohhh, yeah!” Roger groaned, leaning downward on his desk so his face could rub all over Valerie’s bare tits. “Ohhhh, right in that married pussy! Take that Dick Fucking Dumas! I fucked your wife raw and came inside her! YEAH!”

Roger pulled out of Valerie quickly and exuberantly. He hurried to put his pants on and couldn’t help but grin ear to ear.

“All right…your secret’s safe with me.”

“Get out of here!” Valerie said harshly, toying with him, but enjoying the cold interaction on some level. “You got what you want…my body…”

“Yeah. I got an early Christmas present this year. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret for life. But you and I both know…you cheated with me.”

Valerie was still sitting naked on his desk, dripping cum decorating her snatch. She looked at Roger as he got dressed, not expecting much in the way of romance. Maybe she even resented him for being so forgettable. But the idea of forgetting him and just using his dick to get off, satiating her need for humiliating Dick, that was hot. That was making her pussy sting.

So much, in fact, that after she got cleaned up and dressed, she still felt that wet yearning inside. Roger fucked her hard all right, but she didn’t cum as much as she wanted to. After fastening her bra and putting her sweater dress back on, she freshened up.

Roger left first so as not to arouse suspicion. But Valerie took a few minutes extra to prepare for her exit. She pulled her panties up right before opening the door to exit.

The second she went outside, she knew her scent was attracting the attention of men. As she was walking down the office corridor, she realized just how wet her panties still were, not really from Roger, but just the anticipation of cheating on her husband. Her pussy scent was still calling. The fact that her purple panties were just barely showing under her sweater dress was also a clever way to court attention.

A few men glanced at her, but no one dared to make a move. Valerie’s breathing was only getting faster and shallower. Her eyes were mad, her pussy still wet, and sex emanating from her sweaty pores.

Valerie overheard someone talking about what a Dick the CEO was being, and decided to pop in for a visit. She entered Dick’s office and waited patiently, listening to the conversation at hand. As usual, there Dick was berating another employee.

“What is wrong with you?” Dick said to the quieted old man with graying black hair. “You’re supposed to know better. I should just fire you and take away your pension, old man.”

“No, sir, please. I can work overtime. I can…”

“I don’t care!” Dick said to the old man, storming out of the office and hardly noticing his wife standing by. “I want you to think of one good reason why I shouldn’t replace you with a seventeen-year-old intern. I’ll come back to hear your answer. If I don’t like it, you’re fired. So think it over, Chief.”

Dick stormed away, not even patting Valerie on the shoulder this time.

Valerie stared in hatred…at the old man. Her eye line looked downright vicious.

“Ma’am, can I help you?”

“Don’t tell me your name,” Valerie said. “I don’t want to know.”

“What? Well…okay…I, uh…”

Valerie looked him in the eye…as she pulled her panties down and smiled.

“Oh my God…”

“He shouldn’t treat you like this. How would you like to get back at your boss?”

“Yeah, who needs an hourly job?”

Valerie bent over the man’s desk, stomach flat, hands stretched out on the top. She spread her legs wide, giving him a dirty doggy style view of her ass.

“Ohhhh, my God,” the man said, halfway to heaven as he stared into her already wet cunt.

“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Right now. Show him who is boss with his wife.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out.

He grabbed the shaft and directed it over to Valerie’s wet, dripping pussy. He hardly noticed or cared about the smell of another man’s dick and cum all over those meat flaps. Within seconds, he was already deep inside, fucking her extra-tight pussy as she held onto his desktop.

“Ohhhh, Jesus!” he screamed, grabbing her clothed titties from behind. “This never happened to me before!”

“Consider this severance pay!” Valerie said, holding onto the desk as the nameless man fucked her deep and fast.

He pounded her pussy so hard her ass got smacked by those hairy tightening balls. “Ohhh, shit. Look at this ass.”

“Uh-huh?” Valerie said, arching her back and sticking her ass up in the air.

“Look at this perfect married ass.”

“YES! Oh-”

The man smacked her ass cheek while he fucked her at full force.

“YES! Oh, again!”

He smacked her ass cheeks with both hands, making sure she felt the pop.

“YES! Spank my ass!”

“Gimme’ that married ass!” he said, thrusting harder and moving the whole desk forward. He walloped her cheeks again right before groping the flesh and bouncing her ass all over his hands.

“Ohhhh, yeah!” Valerie screamed, this time feeling the thrill of taboo cheating sex, along with the rush of being spanked. Sure, it helped that this was her husband’s office and that she was fucking a guy older than she was, and one whose name she didn’t even bother to learn.

She was hate fucking other men and she loved it.

“Ohhh, let me see that ass, Miss Dumas,” the rusty fucker said. “You want to cheat on that rat bastard properly, you have to humiliate yourself on behalf of him.”

“What do you want?” Valerie shouted, shocked and horny that she was taking her second hard dick in just one hour.

“Open your butt cheeks,” the pervert said. “I want you to spread those cheeks and show me your asshole.”

“Ohhh, my God!” Valerie said, surprised herself that she was going along with it. “You’re disgusting. My husband would never approve.” Valerie pushed her cheeks far apart, giving this stranger a long dirty look at her unguarded hole.

“Show me that rich married asshole,” he said, still thrusting inside. “Yeahhhh! Does your hubby know who’s fingering your ass this afternoon?”

“Nooo!” Valerie sighed, her pitch and tone going up as she squinted her eyes.

Just then, the dirty pervert took full advantage of this poor married housewife and stuck his wet finger into her asshole. It felt so warm and tight. A perfect stranger, only on a last name-basis, and yet he knew her so intimately.

“Are you a dirty slut?” he said, drilling her pussy in and out while wiggling his finger inside her bouncing ass.

“YES! I’m a cheating dirty slut.”

“How many cocks have you had today?” he said, yanking on her hair as he felt his pelvis crashing against her jiggling cheeks.

“Two!”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” the man said, grinning and loving the sick thoughts. “Oh yeah? Did you just fuck another man before you came here?”

“YES!” she said, her ass rocking back and forth, putting even more intense pressure on the stranger’s cock.

“He cum inside you?”

“YES! He came in me…I didn’t even clean myself…still wet…from him.”

“That’s a nasty slut wife, isn’t it?”

“YES! Cum in me too! Cum in me!”

“You dirty married whore!”

“YES! I want to feel…two…dicks…two loads of cum inside.”

The dirty talk was too much for the mysterious old dude whose erection was quickly tightening and spasming.

“You want me to cum inside you?”

“YES! Please, cum!”

“Are you on the pill?”

Valerie’s eyes popped open. She hadn’t even thought about it. This was all a hypothetical game. It was a fantasy that went spiraling out of control. A lesson in humility to her raging prick husband that somehow…got lost.

“NO…” she said with a frown, a look of fright appearing on her face.

“Good then! I’m going to cum so hard inside you you’re going to be preggers!”

“Oh no!” she cried, her cunt exploding and creaming all over the lucky guy’s cock.

“Ohhh, shit!” he hollered, bending over and grabbing Valerie’s tits. “I’m cumming! Take that sperm! Take it!”

“NO!” Valerie said, although the thrill of reckless sex helped push her over the edge to orgasm. “Ohhh, fuck! Fuck I’m cumming too!”

“Take it! Take it deep!” he said, as he shot a load of cum deep into her pussy and all the way to her cervix.

“YES! YES! Cum in deep and fill me up! Oh God, yes!”

Valerie’s pussy clenched tight gripping the man’s cock, which only shocked even more cum from his weakening balls. Just as he screamed, he felt the wonderful squeezing sensation from Valerie’s butthole tightening and gripping his fingers. His wet smelly fingers were still deep in the married slut’s anal cavity. With every spasming and rolling sensation, her asshole only bounced more, riding his fingers at full speed.

Valerie came hard, screaming and convulsing, pounding on his desk and making a mess of VIP files. Just as she felt the last spurt of cum leave her lover’s ball sack, a tingling, full body orgasm came over her.

“Fuuuck!” Valerie groaned, her leg leaning all the way on the desk, having been wrecked by the stranger’s velocity. The desk was cleared off and the whole office smelled like butts and cum. “Ohhhh fucking hell, get the fuck off of me!”

Valerie shook her head in disgust as the stranger slowly pulled out of her pussy, causing a huge jizz puddle to drip all over the floor.

“Ohhh, God. Thank you.”

“Leave,” Valerie demanded, barely making eye contact…and still feeling a wonderful afterglow sensation. The idea of using men’s bodies like sex toys was still turning her on, even though her pussy was a bit sore and needed recovery time.

Valerie turned over on the desk, a beautiful sight of corrupted innocence. Her pussy was exposed and leaking the cum wad of two complete strangers. Two men she let fuck her without a condom and with no birth control. Reckless fucking, no thought, no regret, no consequence—or at least she fucking hoped not. The idea that she got away with it was the best part.

Valerie took her time getting up, freshened up, and dressed again. Her panties were still wet, but she had no choice but to wear them in public until the end of the day. She couldn’t even shower. She had to just grin and bear it, that nasty feeling of being wet and dirty inside, but without the luxury to dry off or clean up.

To her credit, Valerie stayed the whole work day, doing side jobs and picking up extra projects from other departments. She was a committed worker, that’s for sure…one that just so happened to be the boss’ wife and the cum dumpster of every guy at the DDD Enterprises.

Secret revenge sex was the best of all, she concluded since it not only felt taboo, but also did others a great service, improving their genetic pool for free. Who knows, maybe she’d even get pregnant by some random coworker and have a secret baby that Dick would claim as his own.

The very idea of having another man’s baby was turning her on, inappropriately exciting…the thrill of the lie, the perversity of destroying the moral code. She was no longer pure or even true in her marriage. She was tainted now. Marked by the sperm of other men, possibly even knocked up, who knows.

And this thought she took with her, her body still tingling, even after leaving the office. Valerie wondered how or even if she should broach the subject with her hubby. The whole game of fucking mistreated employees behind Dick’s back seemed far-fetched. Wouldn’t he eventually figure it out? Or was Dick really that oblivious to the suffering of others, he literally wouldn’t know if his wife was fucking random men, having accident babies, and cucking her husband all the way to little practice with the boys.

God…the thought turned her on. How long could she keep this a secret? Maybe a decade or longer, especially if she could figure out how to suck up to Dick and then spurn him with another cock ride.

She decided to go home and gauge Dick’s suspicions, if any. She approached her mansion home cautiously, not wanting to wake anyone or interrupt anything. After all, if Dick was cheating on her with somebody else, wouldn’t it invalidate all of her cheating?

She kept brushing off all these absurd scenarios. This all seemed too good to be true. Maybe Dick suspected something deep down…especially since Roger just kind of, sort of hinted to him that he had heard some rumors. That, along with the fact that his office floor was still stained with another man’s cum.

Not cleaning up her “spills” afterward was probably the epitome of arrogance, which made her wonder, Do I just want to get caught? Is it time to come clean about my affairs to my husband? Was I justified?

She entered the house but heard or saw nothing. If Dick was inside, he was hiding. Or perhaps at the top of the building in the master bedroom, waiting.

Minutes later, Valerie entered the master bedroom…only to find a heart-shaped note on top of the pillow. She opened it and started weeping.

Dear Valerie: I’m sorry I’ve been cross with you lately. And I’m sorry I’m a workaholic douche bag and the most terrible boss in the world. But I hope I’ve always made you feel like a queen. I’m so happy you’re still my wife. And proud as hell to know you’ve been faithful to me all these years. That’s real love right there…and it’s worth so much more than just a billion dollars.

Valerie rubbed her forehead in frustration. He really had no idea. Her husband, as evil as he was with other men, had never committed such a diabolical sin with other women. She was at fault now. She broke the rule…she even broke her own rule, the one about vaginal penetration—even cumming inside without protection!

She broke all the rules and had no more leverage with anyone. All she had now was guilt to endure…and the great desire for a long, cold shower.

But back at work, someone was still clocking in and earning overtime.

Dick Dumas had just said goodbye to Roger before retiring to his private office. Roger apparently had passed along a Closed Circuit TV security tape to him. Dick watched the tape with a blank look on his face.

There he saw it in full glory. Valerie Dumas getting her brains fucked out from behind, right on the boss’ desk, all without protection and without shame.

Dick saw every detail, and even zoomed in on the most grisly of nuances. Like how he fingered her ass and how she was dripping wet from not just one, but two cum shots in the day.

Little did Valerie suspect that not only did Dick know about her escapades, but that he actually set the recording up so he could catch her in the act, hard evidence, red-handed cheating! Tomorrow would be an interesting workday for sure because that’s when Dick decided he would confront his wife and get the truth once and for all.

Part Four: Undercover Slut Wife!

Once upon a time, someone claimed Dick was soft. Imagine that, Dick Dumas, billionaire and philanthropist, always on Forbes magazine covers, always being quoted on social media—someone had the nerve to claim HE was soft. Dick always found the idea of him being soft on his enemies amusing. If they only knew what a vengeful bastard he could be. If they only knew what a hard-ass he was at work.

That’s why Dick was determined to ride his wife HARD when he discovered that she had been unfaithful to him.

And no, not in a sexual way. Unfaithful, ungrateful bitch, she didn’t deserve to be rewarded with his billionaire cock. She deserved to be punished, humiliated, and corrected. It was about time she learned her place, especially considering that Valerie coming back to work was all HER idea, not his.

Dick was not a fool. He was no cuck and he was no man to be mocked. Valerie was going to have to pay a very dear price for her betrayal.

Dick was the one who was wronged. He did everything for her…and if anyone should respect him, and all his legacy and accomplishments, it should have been his wife!

Dick Dumas planned the infidelity conversation extensively, practically creating a business plan about the best way to confront her, humiliate her, interrogate her, and then demand restitution.

Admittedly, he felt a little nervous…Valerie was his wife, as much his soulmate as she was part of his brand, part of his public image.

BUT, he reminded himself, SHE was in the wrong. She cheated on him and disappointed him. He had every right to punish her and bring her infidelity out into the open.

Dick decided to confront Valerie about it over lunch in the break room. He used the excuse that he just wanted to spend time with her and discuss how she was adjusting to the company. Valerie played along…almost tauntingly well.

“What an honor to be invited out to lunch by the president of the company!” joked Valerie, who was gnawing on a hot dog.

“Yeah,” Dick said, leaning back in his chair and studying her face. “So, you like that hot dog, do you?”

“It’s a hot dog. And one can’t complain!” she said, stuffing that long dog into her mouth.

“Hmmm. And how are you ‘getting along’ with the employees here? Are they treating you…GOOD?”

“Oh, they’re very good,” she replied with a smile.

“ARE THEY?”

“Well…I assume. Why else would you hire them if they weren’t good at their jobs?”

Dick backed down, pouting at this stupid charade they were playing. Valerie knew damn well what she did. But she was playing stupid.

“You know…” Dick laughed quietly. “I know about you, Valerie.”

“You’d better,” she teased. “We’ve been married many years. You’re my soulmate, my father figure, my lover, and my good husband. All that and a big dick! Speaking of hot dogs.” She winked.

“Yes, but…” Dick laughed again. Oh my god, he thought to himself. She’s really not going to confess?

Dick crossed his legs but still leered at his wife’s unfaithful eyes. He saw the video evidence. He saw exactly what she did, how she did it, and even with whom she did it with. He saw everything, every last shift, thrust, and pop. He knew it happened.

She damn well knew it happened.  

And yet here they were, playing this ridiculous game.

“You know…I know things. About people. And…you might even say I know people.”      

Valerie nodded. “You do know people! You even play tennis with Craig Newmark and Tom Anderson every month. I remember you telling me that. All that entrepreneurial blood gets you excited, huh?” 

Dick sighed. “Yeah, Valerie, and you know what I like about those guys?”

Valerie frowned…Dick seemed upset about something. “No honey, what?”

“They never LIE. They never…uh…bend the rules. To them, to people like US, it’s about honor. Respect. Humanitarianism.”

“Especially now when they have nothing better to do!” Valerie laughed.

Dick slammed his hand on the desk. “Now you listen here…”

Valerie looked back at him in scandal. She frowned, she whimpered, she even flinched. What could make her husband so angry, so scary?

“You’ve made a fool out of me,” Dick said, inhaling deeply. “And now there must be restitution.”

“What are you suggesting?” Valerie said, still shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t know where this is going! Is this a practical joke? Because if it is, it’s NOT funny.”

“You know what this is about!”

“NO, I don’t!” she said firmly. “I mean God, Dick! If you want to divorce me and get with some hot young secretary, just tell me. But don’t insult me by pretending I’M the one who wants out. I love you!”

“I…I don’t want out,” Dick said in confusion. Then in strong emotion… “I DON’T. I…don’t want to lose you.”      

“Awwww, I don’t want to lose you either, honey. Tell me…what’s bothering you?”

Her eyes were so warm, so comforting. For a moment, Dick almost forgot that same lovely, heavenly face was caught getting her pussy reamed by another man.  

Even as he visualized Valerie’s face getting cock pounded, he still couldn’t bring himself to hate her. The feelings of betrayal were there…but the love was still ever present.

“Yeah…I guess I’m just stressed,” Dick said, retreating, and breaking eye contact.

“Poor baby,” Valerie said with a big smile. “You should come home early today and I’ll de-stress you all night long.

“Yeah…”

Dick stared at her, hoping she would feel the awkwardness…but alas, nothing. Valerie just stared back at him and winked, as if flirting, as if she wasn’t just cumming all over some other guy’s cock—and caught doing it on video!

“Well…guess I better get back to work,” Dick said, forcing himself to smile.

Valerie smiled at him till the very last second when he shut the door. The moment Dick left the break room, his killer instinct returned.

He eyed two employees walking up the hall. They were from Legal and IT. Their names were Dawn and Stan, he actually remembered them. Pretty hard workers.

Dick sized up Dawn, as usual. Big tits, probably a boob job. Long auburn hair and big but resentful eyes.

Stan was a smiling jackass, just a suit with a dick. But he had that funny smile, that smile that suggested he was a big-dicked Puerto Rican guy and he had no reason to be depressed.

Fucking asshole, Dick thought as he stopped them in the hallway.

“What are you doing?” Dick said, folding his arms and looking at the two fools in disgust.

“Sir? What do you mean?” Stan said.

“I mean you’re goofing off on company time.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“YES, you do. You think I’m stupid?” Dick said. “You two are fucking. And sex between employees is strictly prohibited by DDD. I could fire you both right now.”

Dick blinked, not even knowing whether his suspicion was true. But he held his gaze until Stan cracked.

“Sir…I’m sorry. I really have no idea how you found out! We kept it under tight wraps.”

“Yeah, well!” Dick said in a rage. “Your raging hormones cost you big time. You’re fired. Both of you.”

“Please, sir!” Stan said. “It won’t happen again. Promise!”

Dawn looked at Stan in surprise then back to Dick. “You can’t do this. It’s no one’s business who we see off company time.”

“WRONG, Dawn!” Dick fumed. “Read the law and weep. Any company has the legal right to prohibit employees dating each other. If you break protocol you will be fired.”

“Well, it’s not fair!” she replied.

“Life isn’t fair!” he said. “Maybe you two should have thought of that before you started snogging each other.”

“Come on, sir. Let us make it up to you.”

Dick exhaled slowly. “Fine. You’re both getting a dock in pay. I also want you to get sex addiction counseling.”

“WHAT?”

“Aren’t you married?” Dick asked, remembering previous conversations he had with Dawn and Stan. “To other people?”

Stan gulped. “Yes, but…this is a very discreet arrangement.”

“I’m engaged,” Dawn said. “But this is just about sex, not love.”

Stan stared at her in surprise. Dawn stared back in flinching regret.

Dick was happy to know he stirred up some shit. “Yeah, so…I could just tell both of your spouses the truth. You know, FORCE you to be ethical and honest.”

“No, please don’t do that!”

“I WON’T,” Dick said. “Because unlike some people around here, I actually don’t want to RUIN marriages and destroy families. But you’re both hurting your significant others. And that’s why you’re both going to sex addiction counseling. Don’t worry, the company will be happy to pay for it.”

Dawn and Stan frowned. Was all this absurd amount of money really worth the humiliation of dealing with the evil Mr. Dumas?

Probably.

“Fine…” Dawn said. “We’ll go. Just please…can we never speak of this again?”

“Get out of my face, you adulterers,” Dick said bitterly.

But little did Dick know, at that very moment, his long-suffering wife Valerie was eavesdropping. She heard the whole conversation and was livid.

How could Dick even sleep at night knowing what a sadist he was and how miserable he made his staff?

Valerie felt hurt at her heart after witnessing the emotional pummeling of two innocents. She eased over to where Dawn and Stan were standing, still whispering, and still shaken up by Dick’s abuse.

Valerie snuck into the conversation, overhearing at least a few words by being quiet and moving slowly.

“Why is Dick such a dick?” Stan joked. “I dunno, probably issues with his wife.”

“The weird thing is…even taking a pay cut, I still make more here than I would anywhere else,” Dawn said with a half smile.

“Yeah, but…no other job would make you take sex addiction classes!”

“It’s actually a good place to meet guys,” Dawn said with a nod.

“Oh, really? So, what am I to you, just another fuck buddeeeeeeeeeeee…”

Stan looked over and grinned at Valerie, whom he saw standing against the wall.

Dawn looked over at her too, sending the woman a moody gaze.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Valerie said.

“How much did you hear?” Stan replied.

“Ummm…nothing. Promise.”

Stan and Dawn looked at each other in discomfort.

“Oh God, you’re not going to kill me, are you? This isn’t a CIA protected conversation, is it?” Valerie laughed.

“No, of course not,” laughed Stan.

“We do, however, want to take Dick out,” Dawn said.

“Yeah, rub Dick right out,” laughed Stan. “Put that Dick down!”

“You two…seem strangely humorous about Dick’s abusive behavior,” Valerie said. “I witnessed the whole thing and found it very unprofessional. I just wanted you to know that. I’ll do what I can to help.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Stan laughed. “Dick can’t stop us from seeing each other. Besides…everyone in the office knows he’s just stuck in a bad marriage and takes it out on his employees. Big Daddy Dom style.”

“What?” Valerie said with a flinch.

“Yeah, and it’s just sex anyway,” Dawn said, taunting Stan who seemed miffed. “We’re actually in love with other people, respectively.”

“Yeah,” Stan replied. “Thanks for clarifying that our relationship means nothing.”

“I thought you understood that,” Dawn said.

“Whatever.”

Valerie grinned. They really had NO IDEA who she was, did they? She was the boss’ wife and here they were, treating her like just any temp or low-level employee. She found the whole ordeal to be amusing.

“Well, shall we go and drink our sorrows away?” Dawn said to Stan.

“Yeah. Dick has single-handedly made everyone an alcoholic here,” Stan said.

“Wanna come with us?” Dawn said.

“Oh…” Valerie said with a few blinks.

“Don’t feel obligated to say yes,” Dawn replied. “And don’t think this is all about sex!” Dawn laughed. “Even though that’s just what I said.”

“Oh, God!” Stan laughed. “You’re embarrassing us, honey.”

Valerie frowned…and then turned it into a naughty smile.

“You know what? Sometimes you just got to say fuck Dick! Let’s go get liquored up!”

***

It really didn’t take much liquoring up to make Valerie horny. Valerie seemed to get wet whenever she felt sorry for somebody—especially after seeing what a monster Dick could be to his employees.

Of course, the ironic thing here was that these two frisky lovers didn’t even KNOW who she was. Apparently, they just thought she was another office girl…when she was in fact, Missus Dick Dumas, and had executive power over promotion and firing…or at least unofficially so, since she could talk her husband into doing almost anything.

“We really should break as many of Dick’s rules as possible tonight,” Dawn said.

“That’s what they mean by play hard and work hard!” Stan laughed.

Valerie found Dawn and Stan’s “cloaked” flirting very charming. It was obvious they were BOTH hitting on her. And hell, maybe they figured after suffering a pay cut, getting drunk and laid by a buxom blond was a pretty good exchange. Misery loves company. And misery loves wild, reckless sex with your co-workers.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Dawn said with a crooked smile.

“I…”

“Or a girlfriend?”

They all laughed, even though she couldn’t resist giving her a coy smile. “You wish.”

“I am ambitious,” Dawn replied, flirting back.

Dawn was always dressed to impress. She was in her work clothes, but she wore it with style. She wore a sleeveless V-neck bodycon dress with a knee-length hemline.

Stan also looked hot, wearing slacks, a grey collared shirt, and with two unbuttoned flaps, so that his muscular chest could peer out.

They were both attractive people. Valerie wasn’t sure how to handle the idea of making love to anyone else besides her husband, based solely on their good looks.

But as the two employees began slandering Dick Dumas, and talking about what a terrible person he was, Valerie began to feel the heat.

All the gossip, all the rumors of deception, corruption, and scandal, it seemed to turn her on. And when they shared horror stories about some of the awful things Dick did to his employees – for no apparent reason – Valerie found herself eager to see justice served.

She thought of nothing else but breaking Dick, humbling him, breaking his habit of abusing employees and punishing him. Making him feel, making him hurt. It would be one worthwhile thing to do, just to show him how to feel regret. Just to fucking squeeze Dick and get a load of humanity out of him, for a change.

Of course, it only helped that Valerie was a bit of a “protected” woman and had never actually done anything so wild in her life. She thought it was wild to go, unaccompanied, as a married woman to Stan and Dawn’s hotel room. She never promised anything would happen…but she was very intrigued at the idea of watching these two friendly strangers fuck in front of her.

It felt jarring. The very thought was electrifying. Watching them stare at each other, and want to kiss, but then slowly inching away.

Valerie sat on a chair as she watched the two lovers stand above the bed and get comfortable. They finally kissed after a long tease, looking only into each other’s eyes. They stopped paying attention to Valerie. They got lost in a moment and almost forgot she was in the room.

Valerie felt awkwardness at first…what is she supposed to do? She didn’t want to join in, but she felt compelled to watch. The whole thing was surreal…she had never even seen another woman naked, much less a man undressing her.

It wasn’t really that she was bisexual or attracted to women…it was just a strange moment, where she watched two people share love together, oblivious as to whoever was watching. At peace, with whoever was watching.

Stan and Dawn made out furiously, kissing and necking right in front of Valerie. Their breathing became faster, their voices higher. She was watching a sexual experience happen without actually partaking. It felt wrong, felt scandalous…what would her husband think? What would any member of her family or friends think if they knew Valerie was here with these people doing god knows what?

Valerie took a nervous gulp. It felt a little scary…to be at someone else’s mercy. To not entirely have control over your own desire, to be enslaved to their passion.

Valerie watched in sweating, flinching interest as Stan and Dawn started to undress each other. She couldn’t help but feel aroused even though she decided not to join in. It almost felt dirty, like she was being aroused against her will…like she wanted to leave, but couldn’t.

As she saw Stan and Dawn strip each other’s tops off, a chill came over her. She had already cheated on Dick before, but this felt different. This felt like true betrayal. Not even motivated by sex or power—they didn’t even know who she was. But she knew, and she knew how much it would hurt Dick, if only he knew.

Dawn and Stan’s bodies were fit, sexy, very easy to watch. Their skin glistened, their curves and folds perfectly shaped. Dawn wore a black bra and had amazing DD cup breasts. Almost too perfect and bouncy. Fake…but Stan didn’t give a shit. He was all over her, groping her breasts together, kissing her cleavage and popping her nipples out for a good suck. Dawn had an incredible voice, loud, confident and with no inhibitions.

Valerie was almost speechless, too nervous to move or make a sound, but watching in wide-eyed interest. Their skin looked sizzling. The way their bodies touched, hugged, rubbed into each other made her feel breathless. Their lips were smacking together so harmoniously, so passionately.

Even Stan sucking on Dawn’s nipples made the loudest, most erotic sound she had ever heard. She had to shift on the chair, feeling a little too hot and bothered and ashamed to admit it.

Just as Valerie started to settle down and make peace with her nerves, then the damndest thing happened. Dawn turned her head, staring at Valerie and smiling softly, all the while Stan sucked on her hard nipples.

“Come sit with us.”

Valerie shook her head to object, but the words didn’t come out. She watched and giggled as Stan licked circles around Dawn’s perky nipples. But when Dawn moaned loudly, feeling a pang of pleasure, Valerie went silent.

This feeling of watching but not touching was torturous, cruel…more than a little twisted. But when Dawn’s eyes met hers and carried on a conversation, even while having her tits played with, it gave Valerie a shot of adrenaline.

“Come here,” Dawn repeated, this time with more authority. “I command you.”

Valerie giggled all the way over to the bed, unable to resist, and having no idea how to interact. But it didn’t matter, because as soon as Valerie clumsily sat down, Dawn went back to making love to her partner.

Stan pulled Dawn’s dress off leaving her in matching black panties. Valerie hardly had time to glance at her perfect body because Stan put on quite a show himself. He unbuckled and dropped his pants, proudly showing his bulging muscles on top and on bottom. He didn’t quite slide his pants off yet, but he pulled his red boxers down just far enough to show his rock hard abs and just a hint of a pubic hair line.

Stan was far too excited to waste any more time. Dawn’s pussy had been calling him for hours…especially after that crack about this whole thing being “just sex.” That’s the best way to get a sensitive man hard.

Dawn guided Valerie over towards her, pulling her arm so that they could both lie down. Valerie smiled and blushed, watching in amazement as Stan began pulling down Dawn’s panties, exposing her bald pussy.

Stan’s loud reactions and grunts only made it seem more forbidden. He drove his head right into Dawn’s cunt, too greedy to even go for the clit first. He smelled her scene, he knew she was wet. He wanted to taste that flowing pussy juice.

Valerie opened her mouth in shock, mesmerized by the visual of a man eating out another girl who wasn’t HER. It almost caused an inexplicable feeling of jealousy. But why? So close in distance and yet so far away.

Valerie laughed nervously when Dawn grabbed her hand, letting Valerie feel the vibrations of her whole body rocking back and forth—responding to Stan’s starving tongue. He licked her pussy like mad, causing Dawn to squeeze harder on Valerie’s hand.

Dawn groaned loudly, arching her back and spreading her legs farther apart. By now Valerie was shifting in bed, uncomfortable but unwilling to leave. Maybe even unable to leave, since Dawn was holding her tight. It only made Valerie feel wet…she wondered if they could smell her excitement.

Stan started fingering Dawn’s clit while still gobbling her pussy up. He groaned as excitedly as Dawn did, his voice slightly garbled because of that nasty habit of talking with his mouth full.

Dawn started shaking harder and squeezing harder, not daring to let go. Valerie tried to break free, but it was too late. Dawn was fixing to cum and she wanted Valerie to feel the same vibrations.

“OHHHH!” Dawn screamed chillingly, giving off the loudest orgasm Valerie ever heard. Even when Dawn shook and shut her eyes in rushing agony, she never stopped touching Valerie. She held on tightly…until she finally turned over and looked Valerie in the eyes. Dawn’s pupils were dilated and her smile was drunk and lovesick.

“Kiss me.”

Valerie shook her head in shyness…but Dawn took the initiative and touched her lips, welcoming her into a slow and soft kiss. There was a pleasant, almost magnetic buzz, to the lips of a woman. Dawn shut her eyes when their lips made contact, but her hand stroked the side of her cheek.

Valerie groaned loudly into Dawn’s mouth, just as she felt a tickling sensation on her inner hips. There was Stan kissing her hips, and thighs, and her upper leg!

“Whoa, wait…” she muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Dawn said as she kissed her again, this time longer and with just the hint of a tongue.

“What…what are you doing?” Valerie said, looking downward as Stan pulled off her brown executive suit pants and flopped them down to her ankles. She was suddenly almost naked, with only light blue panties separating her intimacy from another strange man’s tongue.

Dawn kissed her fervently, a third time, giving her more warm and tasty tongue to distract her from what was happening below. Her pants down to her ankles, her panties down to her knees, and her naturally blond trimmed bush smiling down at him.

Stan slid her pants and underwear off and kissed a path of warm, moist kisses from her ankles, up her leg, and all the way to her bush.

“Ohhhhh God, what am I doing?”

“Shhhh,” Dawn said, unbuttoning Valerie’s blouse as Stan came dangerously closer to her wetness.

“Ohhhh God…” Valerie whined, feeling far too guilty, far too outside her element. She had done bad things, naughty things…even terrible things with other men. But never had she ever made love in the presence of another woman. Did this mean she was gay or bi? Or was this just a drunken mistake? Or could it mean something even darker, she wondered to herself.

“Ohhhhhh, what are you doing?” Valerie said, finally feeling Stan’s lips on her pussy. She was always a little self conscious when men would taste her. The clit was one thing but a wet, oozing pussy, that was always a blushing moment!

Stan, of course, was not just a little fetishistic about it. The pervert was Puerto Rican and that meant he ate pussy like asopao. It wasn’t just lip service, it was a glorious meal. Stan ate her cunt without hesitation, not even with an ounce of respect, or gentleness. He had been smelling Valerie all night and had been hard for her pussy juices for hours now and this was his time to shine.

Only problem was Dawn was getting hornier by the second, tenderly kissing Valerie’s cleavage, now exposed after opening that white shirt. Valerie’s light blue bra was already in Dawn’s hands, who was tugging downward eager to see what Valerie’s nipples looked like.

Valerie tried to bite her lip, but as soon as she felt just how DEEP Stan could reach in there with that fucking lizard tongue, she began moaning.

“Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh,” she said with a panting voice, blushing red and too embarrassed to even say anything sexy.

“Shhh,” Dawn said, meeting her eyes again. “Relax. Just let it out, baby. All that suppressed angst and confusion.”

“Ohhhhh, fuck…” Valerie muttered, shuddering and writhing from a hard tongue fucking.

Dawn squeezed Valerie’s exposed nipples sending her another orgasmic wave—and perfect timing, just as Stan found her clit.

“Ohhhhhh God, you’re gonna make me cum!” Valerie cried out, humping Stan’s face with her crotch and inadvertently smacking Dawn’s face with her tits. She was feeling so hot and creamy and barely inside her own body at that moment.

Just when Valerie thought the worst might be over, Dawn had a much kinkier idea.

“Take care of this slut,” Dawn said, as she sat up on the bed, giving Stan an evil look. “Distract her so I can use her whore body like she really deserves.

“What…what…” Valerie mumbled as Stan began licking her clitoris.

Before Valerie could react, Stan shoved two fingers inside her wet snatch and began stroking her G-spot.

Valerie’s mouth dropped open and her whole face tensed.

“Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck!” she screamed, oozing pussy juice all over this perv’s face, and barely remembering his name or why she was letting him do this.

But Dawn used Valerie’s stupid O-face for a purpose. She sat up on the bed and rotated into a kneeling position. She pulled her skirt up and revealed her secret—no underwear! She let Valerie see her drag strip pussy right before shoving it into her face.

“Eat me,” Dawn said, forcing Valerie’s mouth against her clit.

“Mmmmm!” Valerie said, too shocked to even reply. She was getting G-spot hammered below and pussy slapped above. All the poor wife could do in this awkward moment was smell glorious cunt from every direction.

“MMMM, oh gggawwwmmm!” Valerie mumbled, sucking Dawn’s clit.

Dawn grabbed Valerie by the hair and made her lick and swallow her harder.

“Eat me. Eat me, you bitch.”

“MMMM!” Valerie replied, trying to lick as fast as she could.

“Come on,” Dawn said, embracing her role as boss. “Harder. Don’t you want to be a good little office slut?”

“Mmmm-hmmm!” Valerie replied looking up at Dawn.

“Then eat my pussy, you whore!”

Dawn shoved Valerie into her wet cunt, making her slurp up and gag as much as Stan was receiving below.

Valerie loved to be slut-shamed and didn’t realize until now just how soaking wet she got when people berated her. She could barely even please these two office pervs…especially since they were both mouth-fucking her beyond what she could bear. Dawn made her fucking gag on that wet cunt and loved the feeling of rendering Valerie speechless. Meanwhile, Stan was so pussy mad he just wanted to pump oil out that already flooded snatch.

Stan was a connoisseur of cunt and knew just how to make a girl scream. Right as she was close to cumming from a tongue-fuck, he decided to attack her clit with all his might. He even pulled her hood skin back all the way using both hands, bringing her shy clit out for a thorough licking.

Valerie screamed and then shook the bed, smacking her lovers around but still unable to move.

“Gaahhhhhhdd!” Valerie shouted, her clit throbbing and sending orgasmic waves all over her body.

“Shut up and eat my pussy out!” Dawn commanded, now sitting on Valerie’s face just to get the deepest tongue penetration. “You good for nothing whore!”

“Muaaaahhh!” Valerie gagged, turning red as her body began to implode.

“Ohhh, here it comes!” Stan said joyfully, returning to G-spot stroking as he finished her clit off with hard licks. “Let it out, let it out.”

“Ohhhhhhh, I’m gonna cum too!” Dawn said, rubbing her own engorged clit as Valerie continued swallowing every last drop of her pussy juices.

“Fuuuuuck yeah, wet my face, wet my face!” Stan groaned as he destroyed Valerie’s pussy with ruthless finger and tongue-fucking rhythms.

Valerie screamed into Dawn’s cunt just as she squirted gobs of femininity all over Stan’s smiling face.

“Mmmmmmggguuuuhdd!” Valerie screamed again, while smacking Stan’s face with her wet pubic triangle.

Dawn was quaking too, looking up at the ceiling and shutting her eyes hard, ready to unleash her load.

“Ohhhhhh, shiiiiit!” Dawn screamed, grabbing her hair with both hands, needing to hold onto something. “I’m gonna squiiirt!”

Just as soon as Valerie’s pussy squirted, Dawn also squirted, drenching Valerie in another woman’s taste.

“Ohhhh yeah, take it, you slut!” Dawn said, squirting hard again and riding Valerie’s face as recklessly as a dick.

All three lovers groaned and trembled, orgasming hard until every last drop was spent.

“Ohhhh, shit!” Dawn laughed. “Oh, my flying spaghetti monster, that was hot.”

Dawn crawled off of Valerie’s face and lay down by her side.

Valerie was still dizzy from a huge squirting orgasm and went into euphoric giggles.

Stan rolled up into a lying position too, and the three pervs all relaxed together, simmering in each other’s juices.

“Isn’t it so nice to not even know the last name of the person you’re squirting on?” Dawn asked in drunken afterglow.

“My name is…Dumas…” Valerie said with a dazed smile.

“Yeah, right,” laughed Stan. “I wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone.”

“Oh, really?” Dawn laughed. “Are you Dick’s long lost daughter or something?”

“His…wife…” Valerie said, rolling her hands over Dawn’s wet pussy lips.

Stan laughed…nervously. “Yeah, right. Get out of here.”

Dawn giggled too. “Well, Missus Dumas,” Dawn teased, “nice to meet you. I feel like I know you so well.”

Valerie laughed heartily. She was already so drunk and NOW she was also high with euphoric afterglow. That rush of oxytocin, the love drug, filling every pore of her skin with glowing tenderness.

Valerie turned over and eyed Dawn with wide-eyed, creepy gaze.

“Kiss me.”

“No way,” Dawn laughed. “Your breath smells like my cunt.”

“I’m Valerie Dumas, I’m Dick’s wife,” Valerie said, half-mad and still horny as fuck. “For real. Really. Not even shitting you. I’m Valerie Dumas.”

Dawn lost her smile and stared.

Stan turned pale.

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. You never asked. Now…kiss me. And taste yourself.”

Dawn flinched and then surrendered to the greater power, kissing Valerie slowly and tenderly, just the way she knew she wanted it. She had never tasted her own cunt before. She figured there was a first time for everything.

***

Valerie Dumas wasn’t finished with her two office sluts, not by a long shot. She let them both “recover” for a time before ordering them back to her proper place—her insatiable cunt. But the most peculiar thing happened.

Valerie realized she liked watching. And even better, she liked forcing other people to watch, to participate, and to suffer just as much as they felt pleasure.

This cuckolding thing was a thrill sport she was just becoming accustomed to…and it’s something her husband Dick was simply going to have to try.

Valerie loved the voyeuristic element of it all. Little wonder then that when she ordered Dawn and Stan to simultaneously eat both her holes, she commanded them to leave the curtain open so that anyone walking by outside could enjoy the show.

It just so happened, at that moment, a goofy looking African American man in glasses walked by. He saw the squirt-a-thon happening from outside the window and couldn’t help but look inside, stare, wave, and point.

Valerie thought it was hilarious. Why not share even more intimacy with a total stranger? Why not reward him for being in the right place at the right time?

***

Little did Valerie know that Lucas was more than just a happy volunteer BBC. He also had a day job as a private investigator and he was a damned good one. So good in fact, he almost felt guilty accepting money from Dick Dumas for taking some spicy-ass photos.

“Spicy-ass photos,” Lucas said with a smile. “Literally…because she got her pussy and her ass eaten out by these two swingers.”

“She really just let you watch?” Dick said, flipping through the photos and video footage Lucas got from his spy glasses-camera.

“Hell yeah she did, she was smiling and everything. I almost feel guilty taking this money from you…because Valerie was giving pussy away. And she wanted me to watch. You feel me? Easiest job I ever had.”

“Then maybe I shouldn’t pay you,” Dick said.

“Yeah, but…you’re a billionaire,” laughed Lucas. “You can afford it. Besides, if I don’t get paid, I start taking a lot more pictures, you understand? Lucas Brown always gets his man. If the Democrats had hired me, I’d have uploaded that Trump Russian pee tape all over YouTube by now.”

“Hmmm,” Dick said stoically. “So…in all of your detective work,” Dick said in spite. “What did you actually learn?”

“Learn?”

“Why did she do it? Why did she cheat?”

“Because she wanted that hoe coochie spanked, that’s why.”

“No, I mean WHY cheat? Why cheat with my employees?”

“I didn’t know they were your employees.”

“Well, they are,” Dick said. “Or were. But I’m just confused. Why would she cheat with another woman?”

“Oh, come on, man, a lot of women are bisexual. I blame Katy Perry myself.”

“But she never told me that!” Dick said, turning red with anger. “All the years we were married and she never told me she was bi or even curious. Imagine how humiliating that is for me!”

“Oh yeah, real shame. Crying. Really.”

Dick didn’t bother replying but continued looking at the photos and replaying the video on his tablet.

“Anyway…money, my good man?”

“My secretary will pay you.”

“Fine, fine,” Lucas said, getting up and preparing to leave the office. “Need anything else?”

“Just leave,” Dick said adamantly. “I need to be alone.”

“I understand,” Lucas said in respect, almost feeling pity for the silly old white man.

Just as Lucas shut the door on his way out, Dick exhaled loudly and fumed so hard veins were showing in his forehead. He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. Still wearing the same angry and obsessed expression, he stroked himself. He used one hand to stroke and one other hand to swipe through the X-rated pictures and videos of his wife getting “eaten alive” by those two losers.

How strange that she waited till the very end to confess to them who she was. Was she experimenting with power? Or, Dick wondered, did she just want to tease him? Did she want to torture him, milk him, or just stroke his ego? What was her end game? Why didn’t she tell him? Did she really just do it to hurt his feelings? Or was she just a whore of a wife who was spiraling out of control into a life of depravity, hedonism, and debauchery?

Enough was enough. It was time for punishment. It was time for justice. It was time for a huge cum shot. And oh yes, Dick sure came hard. Thinking of Valerie kissing another woman, her cunt juices still on her lips, was shocking. Who did he marry? Why was she doing this? Why was she such an ungrateful slut wife? What kind of mother would do that her family?

He blasted so high he ripped right through the tissue, all over his desk, the phone, and even a smidgeon on his chin.

He grunted and groaned in recovery, still thinking of old memories involving weddings and childbirths…and then disgusting new memories involving cunts and asses. There was going to be no end to this ongoing humiliation…until someone had the balls to finally say it.

Dick sighed as he clicked a button on his iPhone. “Hey, honey. Hope you had a fun day today. You’re doing great at your new job. I hope you’re getting accustomed to the company culture here. Have a good day…relax. Take a bubble bath or something.”

Dick squinted his eyes and huffed. “Oh yes, and I’m going to fire Dawn and Stan. You know why. I think you took care of their ‘severance pay package’ pretty well, considering just what a million dollar squirting PUSSY you have. That slut housewife pussy that I paid for. Everything you own in life is mine. Never forget that. I love you. Be sure to have my dinner ready when I get home, woman.”

Beep.

Part Five: Mandatory Office Ganging!

Dick wasn’t feeling very happy. His wife Valerie had such a stressful day yesterday…in fact it was SO stressful the blond ditz ACCIDENTALLY deleted all her voicemail messages. She confessed this to Dick, softly crying, suggesting that she had such a terrible day at work. And to top it off, she erased all of her important messages and had to reconfigure her voice mail!

Tragic, Dick thought, as he begrudgingly consoled her. Valerie was always difficult to dislike when she was all stressed out and needing a hug.

Of course, Dick wasn’t stupid either. Dick wondered, for MORE than just a moment, if Valerie’s voicemail problem wasn’t due to the fact that she INTENTIONALLY deleted all of her voice mails, knowing Dick left a nasty message for her, confessing that he knew EVERYTHING about her infidelity.

Dick even tried to bring it up again with Valerie, after the deleted voice mail fiasco.

“So…I guess you never heard my message, did you?”

“What message?”

He sighed. “Forget it. I’ll just tell you right now. I FIRED Dawn and Stan.”

“Who?”

“Dawn and Stan, two of my best employees. You want to know why I fired them?”

Valerie smiled, folding her arms, and pretending as if Dick was just being all hard and veiny like he always did when he wanted to flirt.

“No idea, honey. Let me guess…because you had the POWER. It made you feel sexy, dangerous…even a little evil. The power trip, right?”

Dick stared in confusion.

“Well…I will confess one thing to you. Women really DO like it when their rich and powerful husbands are assholes. Sometimes when I see the way you treat your employees…the way you bully them and harass them and make them beg…I feel so angry.”

She double blinked and came closer to Dick.

“But then…I get soooo turned on later on at night. Realizing that no one could stop you. No one in the world can stop Dick Dumas. He is king of the world. He is the alpha male every boy wants to be.”

Dick nodded in uncertainty. Damn, she was good. He still couldn’t bring herself to confess to his wife what he knew. And damn it, he liked what she was saying about him. Bullying others and berating them did make him feel powerful. He was not just a billionaire, he was the king of the world. And she was his queen.

So why was Dick so afraid of confronting her about the cheating? She fucked several people in the office, even a WOMAN, which was a total shock to Dick that Valerie was even bisexual. She kept secrets from him and that was the part that made him mad with rage.

On the other hand, Dick was playing with fire and he had to know that. Dick never really signed a prenup with Valerie. Back then…he wasn’t rich, just upper middle class. Besides, he always had this crazy delusion that Valerie really loved him. He believed that she would never leave him. It was a romantic fantasy he always loved going back to. You know, a nice romantic fantasy, involving Dick, just one without cock.

Was he not deserving of love? Was he not just a man with a heart? Maybe he was hard-hearted, maybe even a little evil, sure every billionaire is sometimes .

But didn’t Valerie still love him, love the memories?

Oh yes, and the money. The sad fact was that if Dick ever divorced Valerie, she would probably ride up his ass like a butt plug. No lawyer in the world, not even one of Dick’s brilliant and 1,000-0 attorneys would ever take the case. No prenup and a billion dollar empire…Valerie would fuck him up the ass! And not in a good Dick way, in a very bad Dick move. He would lose half of everything or more, if they could prove he was an asshole…and every employee who ever worked for him could vouch for that.

She could not only take half his money but even half the company! Boy, was he stupid to trust her while he was young and idealistic!

In many ways, Valerie had Dick by the balls. Even if she admitted to cheating, what could he do? Hadn’t he cheated too? This was a stressful situation and Valerie playing dumb about it only made things worse.

Dick ate dinner with Valerie, about five nights in a row, and thought about lashing out at her a few times. Every moment, he thought about just dropping the bomb, even while she was cooking him dinner or telling him stories about the children.

I know you fuck other men. And women. You’re cheating on me, you big tit blond whore.

But he could never quite get it out of his mouth. The very notion of losing control and taunting her seemed to make him weak internally, sending a chill down his spine. Why couldn’t he do it?

He sure as hell had no problem berating the staff or his low level employees or even the VIPs who worked for him. But for some reason, Valerie was a different story. Whenever she looked at him, part of him crumbled inside. The love in her eyes, the warmth on her face. Those rosy cheeks and the cute way she cleared her throat before she spoke to him, always in a voice of tenderness and patience.

That beautiful, motherly face…covered in cum. That heavenly voice…gargling with cum.

This was all some brutal mindfucking and Dick had no idea how anyone could live with such horrible abuse. Maybe it was micro-abuse, maybe a little subtle, but didn’t Valerie understand how it was tearing him apart inside?

“Thanks, honey,” Dick said, admiring her face. Valerie went in for a wifely kiss…but Dick pulled back.

Covered in cum, those lips.

Valerie tilted her head, giving her face the strangest bit of dark and sinister lighting.

“What’s wrong?” she said.

“Nothing,” Dick answered quickly.

“Then kiss me,” she said, blinking her eyes and giving him a wifely look, a little concerned, a little pleading.

Dick reluctantly kissed her, even while thinking of her face in the most compromising of positions.

Her eyes went dark…almost evil, taunting. He had never quite seen her in this strange light. As her eyes left him, he flinched away his worry.

It was a strange game and one that they always played with each other…except this time Dick was losing hard. He knew she had the upper hand since she was getting dick and pussy on the size, while he just had to live with knowledge of her forbidden fruit being passed around the office.

For the next week, Dick took the abuse and decided to live with it. He hated the visuals, the obscenity of it all, but he took the punishment as a necessary evil…at least to save his company.

But the real problem came later, at work, when Valerie’s façade finally started breaking.

“Hey,” Valerie said, peering at Dick out of the corner of her eye. Dick was in his office and Valerie decided to wander inside just to see what Dick was up to.

“What?” he said, trying to get work done but temporarily looking out the window.

Valerie turned back around to see what he was looking at. Of course. It was some hot redhead who was walking by, and as always Dick stood at attention.

Valerie snidely smirked, her sassiness melting away to all-out disgust.

“What?”

“Were you checking out that girl?”

“WHAT?”

“That redhead? The one who just walked by. Were you looking at her?”

Where was THIS coming from? Dick shook his head around and sighed. “I look at anyone who walks by my office. It’s called alertness. It’s called taking in the world around me. Believe me, my good friend Tom Cruise is the same way. We notice everything happening in the room.”

“Uh huh. And it wouldn’t be because she was a piece of ASS, right? Big tits and stuff?”

Dick stared in disbelief. “Where do you get off talking to me that way? What do you care?”

“What do you MEAN what do I care?” Valerie said, her frail face trembling. “I’ve been so faithful to you.”

Stare.

“I’ve been SO self-sacrificing for you, Dick, after all these years. And yet you still look at other women, don’t you? You still turn your head anytime another woman walks by. Why? Because I’m old? Because you’re bored of me?”

“I don’t…I don’t…”

“You don’t even look at me anymore,” Valerie mewled. “I’m just your old lady, just Dick’s ball and chain. But you don’t desire me.”

“I don’t know where this is coming from.”

“Me neither. You might as well have just fucked her,” Valerie said bitterly. “You looked at her like you were fucking her.”

“I’ve never even heard you talk this way,” Dick said. “I think you’re having a mental breakdown.”

“No, I’m just tired of you looking at other women. It’s not respectful to our marriage.”

Dick laughed in disbelief. “You…you’re telling me about respect?!”

Valerie folded her arms and jutted her lower lip out. The fragile little housewife was being attacked by her out-of-control brute of a husband.

“How dare YOU!” Dick said, finally slamming his hand on the desk. “You have some gall, Little Miss Innocent, talking about MY infidelity. You’re the one who’s been cheating on ME!”

“I beg your pardon?” Valerie said, folding her arms.

“You KNOW what I’m talking about. Talking about you FUCKING all these people at the office. I know. I saw it all. ON VIDEO.”

“You’ve been watching pornography too? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yeah, porn starring you, you hussy! You slut!”

Valerie dropped her mouth open in shock.

“Ain’t the first time you made that face either. The other time was when a dude’s COCK was in it!”

She closed her mouth and glared at him. “I did not cheat on you and I resent the implication.”

“You can resent it all you want,” Dick retorted. “But I know. And stop treating me like I’m stupid.”

“So what?” Valerie said, her nostrils flaring and her breathing getting faster. “What are you saying, you want a divorce?”

“Yeah…” Dick flinched and looked away. “Or I don’t know. Maybe not.”

“Well…if not divorce, then what?” Valerie scowled, obviously thinking the same thing Dick was thinking. If he divorces her, it’s going to be an ugly battle that destroys a billion dollar empire.

“I don’t know,” he said tiredly. “Maybe we should just come out and admit it, you know. Maybe we should try an open marriage.”

“A what?”

“An open marriage,” Dick said firmly. “Since you’re obviously dating whoever you want, well, maybe I should get to date whoever I want.”

“Oh, really?” Valerie said, not liking the idea one bit. “And why should I let you?”

“Because I was faithful!” Dick retorted proudly. “I may have fooled around, but I never cheated on you.”

Valerie shook her head in annoyance.

“All of my friends cheat, but not me!” Dick said. “So now that I know you’re cheating, even if you deny it, I think the honest thing to do is admit this marriage is a sham. And to start openly dating other people.”

“Really?” Valerie said, fighting a smile. The very thought was absurd. “You? You’d be fine with me dating whoever I wanted?”

“Yes. As long…”

“As long as what?” Valerie said spitefully. “You’re either agreeing to an open marriage or you’re NOT. So are you telling me that we can both date whoever we want and there won’t be any negative feelings? From you?”

“Nope, none from me.”

“Hmmm.”

“Maybe YOU’D be jealous,” Dick said. “But certainly not me.”

“Uh-huh,” Valerie said, doubting that. “Fine. Then starting tomorrow morning we’re both free to date whoever we want. Let’s shake on it.”

Dick looked back in suspicion. “No divorce, no getting upset…no tension, right? You don’t care and I don’t care.”

“Yep,” Valerie said with a frown and a bit of a death-to-you face. “I won’t care at all. We can be mature adults about this.”

“Good point,” Dick said with a nod. “I think we can handle it. And you know, we don’t even have to talk about it. You know, to each other.”

“Well…that’s fine,” Valerie said hesitantly. “But if someone’s name comes up in passing, you know, you can’t get upset.”

“No, no, no problem there. But let’s agree there’s no reason to INFORM each other about our partners’ names. If it comes up in passing, fine, whatever. But what I mean is that we don’t have to talk about it. We can just ignore it, you know? Deal?”

“Okay,” Valerie said, flinching.

Dick saw her tell and felt better about their game of emotional poker.

***

To celebrate, Dick decided to go to the local strip club and get a lap dance. For once, it wouldn’t be just a blowjob or a dry hump. Now, Dick could pound that disgusting snatch however long he wanted to. He was pretty sure Valerie would be too shy to even start dating around. Dick, on the other hand, was a playboy and knew what he was doing. He thought about buying an escort, at least at first, but then determined why bother? Any stripper was an escort, if you had the money and Dick had the money. His name was money. Dick figured he probably wouldn’t even have to spend ten dollars to get laid by a common whore.

He showed up at “Wild Nights” a little drunk and very determined to upstage his wife. He toured the strip club, sizing up the various girls and determining who would be the lucky one.

One slut in particular is really catching my eye, he thought, as he glanced at the blond walking around the corner of the building. Dick made eye contact with her and made his way over, calm and collected as always.

The stripper eyed him and rolled her eyes.

Dick smiled and nodded. “So…your life can’t be that bad.”

“What?” she said, a bit miffed.

“Come on. Smile. You’re young and beautiful. And you’re about to make my day that’s for sure.”

“I’m, uh…not working today,” the stripper said.

“Yeah, right,” Dick laughed. “Well, how about I just buy this whole strip club and we’ll see about that?”

“Yeah, right,” she said, glancing at his face and scoffing.

“You don’t recognize me from TV?”

“No,” she said sarcastically. “Should I?”

“Yeah, right! What, you gonna pretend like to don’t know who Richard Branson is either? My good friend.”

“Yeah, whatever, old man. There’s a lot of rich guys that come in here. And a lot more that pretend to be rich.”

“I’m both. I mean…I’m actually rich. And famous.”

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m…” Dick shut his mouth and stewed in resentment. He went back to smiling. “I am Dick Dumas.”

“Who is Dick Dumass?”

“I am a billionaire! That’s who I am.”

“Uh-huh, sure you are.”

“I am!” he screamed. “What, you want me to get Kim Kardashian on the phone?”

“You’re friends with her?”

“YEP.”

“Fine, I want to talk to Kim,” the stripper said, quite interested.

“Uhhh…how about NO?” Dick snapped. “How about you take your fucking clothes off and stop pretending to be a bitch?”

“Fuck you,” she razzed back. “I don’t need this shit.”

“What?” Dick said, amazed that of all people a stripper would have the gall to turn him down. “I have money.”

“Yeah, who cares?” the stripper yelled back. “I can get money from anybody. Thing is millionaire pricks like you, they’re so cheap they tip just like everybody else.”

“BILLIONAIRE. I’m a billionaire.”

“Oooooh, big deal,” the stripper said, waving her fingers at Dick, mocking him. “You’re such an important guy. And yet, you can’t even get laid, can you?”

“I can get laid by whoever I want,” Dick replied. “I can buy this entire establishment.”

“So go ahead, but I’m quitting if you do.”

“Fine,” Dick said with a bitter frown. “How much for a hate fuck?”

“Fuck off!”

“What? A thousand? Two thousand? Give me a price.”

“No,” the stripper said, smiling, and actually enjoying how much this was upsetting Dick. “You’re not worth it.”

“THREE thousand?” he said.

“Nope.”

“Fuck…” he muttered with a smile. “TEN thousand dollars for me to tear up that snatch. And I’ll pay the bouncer to take a hike too.”

“No,” she answered proudly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I dunno,” she said with a wicked grin. “I just don’t feel attracted to you, you know, in that way.”

“Fuck you,” Dick said in a rage. He grabbed the stripper’s arm tightly and forced her to come closer. “Take off your clothes and suck my dick.”

“SECURITY!” she screamed.

Dick erupted into laughter. “You’re calling security on ME?! ON ME?!”

The stripper waited, arms folded, and staring him down. Just then, a pair of two buff bouncers came up behind him.

Dick laughed, figuring the bouncers knew who he was and that this was all to the strip club’s shame. “My darling,” Dick said. “I OWN the bouncers here. I own everytheeeee-?”

Just then, cocky Dick got a ruthless beating. The two bouncers unloaded on Dick, punching and kicking him into a screaming, squirming mess.

“STOP!” Dick screamed, as the two huge men started stomping his ribs and sides. “OWWWW, WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Ain’t you ever been in a strip club before, rich boy? No touching.”

“Fuck you!” Dick said, right before being pummeled a second time. Unfortunately for Dick, the bouncers DID know who Dick was and didn’t mind smacking his arrogant ass around as much as was legal. And for now, oh yeah, this was legal.

“OKAY!” Dick screamed, crawling away. “You win…I’ll go.”

“Thanks for coming, sug,” the stripper said with a smirk. “Have fun watching that expensive porn. You know, the really good stuff that billionaires buy.”

“Thank you, nice lady,” Dick said, bleeding and bruised, and not too keen on another beating. “Gentleman. I’ll see myself out.”

***

Valerie had already made it known around the office that she was in an OPEN marriage…and news that she was taking all comers for a limited time traveled fast.

Dick, of course, didn’t get the memo. No wonder that all of his employees seemed so damn chipper that morning.

“Wipe that stupid look off your face,” Dick said to Chris, a low-level sales associate.

“Yes, sir!” he replied with a smile.

“Why are you so happy?” Dick said, still pissed about last night, no doubt. “Looking for a new job? Because you know I’m two seconds away from firing your smiley ass?”

“Oh, no problem, sir,” he laughed. “If that’s what you want to do, you go right ahead.”

Dick stared, shocked that some punk had the nerve to try and bluff Dick Dumas.

“Okay, lucky punk, you’re fired.”

“Really?” he said, still smiling.

“YES, really. Get your shit together and get out of my office.”

“Well, I guess I better clean my office, clean it really good!” Chris said with a punk ass look.

Dick looked annoyed. “What, you think this is funny? How about I just take all your shit and donate it to Goodwill? How about that?”

“Well, whatever you think is best, sir,” Chris said still happy as ever.

Dick shook his head and then decided to drag Chris by the ear all the way to his work desk.

“Let’s go see what you’re so smiley about, smiley,” Dick said, dragging the kid by the ear and eager to break him and make the little bastard cry.

“Sure thing!” Chris said, giggling.

Dick went over to Chris’ office and opened the door...

His eyes shot open.

There, Valerie his wife was in full view, her white bra and cleavage exploding out of her tight black blouse which was torn open.

She was riding some little man’s cock, rocking back and forth and yanking his unworthy dick around like she stirring cake frosting.

“What…what…”

Valerie’s tits were bouncing up and down hard and fast as she rode his cock from behind, her hair dangling in the man’s face.

“ATTENTION!” Dick said loudly, as he approached Valerie on the chair.

But Valerie was squashing that dick so hard, she could barely keep her eyes open. Even the loser guy getting his cock creamed had a dazed look on his face and couldn’t seem to hear Dick trying to break them apart.

“HELLO? Are you deaf? Do you hear me, asshole?”

“Ohhh, hey,” the guy said, barely opening his eyes. “Mister Dumas…aaaaahhhh!”

The kid tried, but he couldn’t talk over his rising passion. He was just moments away from cumming so hard.

“Get the fuck out of my wife.”

“I can’t…” he mumbled.

“Then you’re fired!”

“Uh-huh,” he said, balls deep inside of Valerie and starting to convulse.

“I said-!”

But before Dick could finish that sentence, the mailroom clerk lost all control and shot his load inside Valerie. Valerie bounced harder and faster as she felt his cum shoot up deep into her cunt.

“OHHHH, YEAH!” Valerie screamed, wiggling around, making her she got every last drop. “Like getting gasoline, you know,” she said slyly. “Got to get my money’s worth.”

“I’m next!” Chris said, walking up to a standing Valerie just as the other boy stood up and walked away.

“How do you want me?” Valerie said, peering into his eyes.

“Same way on the chair, but I want you to face me.”

Dick stared in surprise as Valerie cooperated and sat on the chair, spreading her legs apart.

From that vantage point, both Chris and Dick could see Valerie’s open cunt and hairy pubic hair. Dick had to cover his mouth in shame, as he saw Valerie’s snatch leaking out the previous guy’s “donation.”

Chris wasted no time stuffing his cock inside Valerie’s flooding cunt. She was extra slippery now, from her own excitement and from the leftovers of the last guy.

Dick watched in disbelief as Chris started plowing away into his wife’s vagina, stuffing and thrusting like he had no more fear.

Dick almost said, “You’re fired!” again but realized it really didn’t mean much. Who wouldn’t want to get fired if it meant fucking the boss’ hot blond wife right in front of him?

“Ohhh, yeah!” Valerie said, looking into Chris’ eyes. “Fuck me in front of my husband.”

“YEAH!” Chris hollered, freeing Valerie’s tits from that tight bra and letting her nipples slip out.

“Ohhhh yeah, baby, hit that G-spot! A little higher.”

“Like that?” Chris said, looking down at Valerie’s pubic patch as he adjusted the direction of his cock.

“OHHH, RIGHT THERE!” Valerie bellowed, her head falling backwards and her voice shrieking. “MMMMM, YEAH! Pound it! Right there!”

“Like that?” Chris said, slamming his cock in deeper.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!”

Dick shook his head again, folding his arms. Quite disgusted. Quite insulted.

“Hit that spot!”

“I thought we agreed, HONEY, not to talk about our partners with each other?”

“I’m not talking to you about it,” Valerie said. “You’re interrupting me! Go on back to work and let me do my thing.”

“Yeah, go piss off, Mister Dumas.”

Valerie and Chris laughed while Dick fumed.

Dick had seen enough, he stormed away from the disgusting scene and went back to his office.

Apparently, Valerie’s escapades were making a lot of waves downstairs because almost no one was on the top B level of the skyscraper. Dick was tired of all those horrible visuals downstairs so decided to go back to his office and stew for a while.

Maybe even cry. The thought of his wife fucking other men was really starting to hurt. He entered his office, shaking his head, and praying for patience…

Only to see Valerie on her knees, sucking off two more employees in his office! What gall! What disrespect.

“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm,” she said, taking two dicks into her mouth at once. They were both so big she hardly had any room to breathe.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Dick said. “This is MY office!”

“Mmmmmmm-!” she said, holding two fingers up and nodding, apologizing for the wait. She spit both cocks out of her mouth and continued rubbing them both with dripping spittle. “Sorry, honey. But these guys really wanted me to double suck them. Apparently, they’ve both been fantasizing about me for months! Isn’t that weird?”

Dick stared in disapproval as Valerie continued head bobbing back and forth taking a big dick. Then, she spit one out so she could take the other lonely cock back inside her warm and accommodating mouth.

Dick watched helplessly as both men, no-name workers from the 20th floor, mangled his wife’s big natural tits. Slapping her tits around, squeezing her nipples. All the while, Valerie just gagged on those strange dicks. It was humiliating.

Dick walked away again, shaking his head, not willing to bear this humiliation.

Later, Dick went to the break room, hoping to get some peace and quiet and maybe even flirt with some ambitious young intern…

Only to walk in and see Valerie’s completely nude body on the couch, carefully sitting on another man’s erect cock and giggling nonstop.

“I’ve never done double penetration before,” she said, to Roger on the bottom of her as she carefully guided her pelvis on to him. “I’m such a conservative prude!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle,” said Stan, who was sitting on Roger’s knees and right behind Valerie’s butt, ready to ease his way in.

“Just follow our lead…Oh hey, Mister Dumas!”

Dick shook his head again, watching in confusion as Valerie finally squeezed two cocks inside of her shy holes.

“OHHH, WOW! That feels so weird!” Valerie said, turning red in the face. “Mmmmm, so good but weird.”

“Yeah?” Stan said. “Having two big dicks inside of you?”

“Two big dicks in front of Dick!” laughed Roger, leading to a group chuckle.

“Start riding me,” Roger said. “Bounce those titties all over my face.”

“Ohhh, you like that?” Valerie said, motorboating Roger’s face with her bare tits. “Sucking on my titties? In front of my husband?”

Roger laughed and groaned, suddenly not as hard and fast as he was just a second ago. “Oohhhhh, it’s so hard to stay hard when you talk like that.”

“Oh, yeah?” Valerie giggled. “Come on, fuck me in front of my husband, boys. Fuck my holes like you’re taking it out on your terrible boss.

Valerie laughed harder as the two stallions fucked her harder, one in her tight pussy and the other in her even tighter asshole.

The way they fucked her, so rough and careless, it felt indecent to Dick. Dick would never abuse his wife the way all these dudes were just pussy pounding her like that. Dick respected women! Or at least, that’s how he saw it.

Dick ran away from the break room and locked himself in a janitor’s closet, eager to get away from this torture.

This was a disgrace. Sacrilege! He was damn sure going to fire every last one of them tomorrow morning. They better enjoy that fucking now because tomorrow…

Dick sighed. That was the point wasn’t it? Of course they all knew they were fired. But that’s why they all knew they had nothing more to lose. Everyone was fucking Valerie that day because it was free sex, sticking it to the man! Or the man’s wife to be more specific.

Dick kneeled down in the closet and sighed in melancholy. Finally, a place where he could be alone with his own thoughts. A place where he could retreat from-

“Here’s one!” Valerie said, forcing herself inside the cramped closet along with Tom, another workmate.

“Oh good, I was so hard!”

“Give it to me, baby.”

Dick was too shocked to even swear. But he sure as hell got an eyeful. Dick was right behind Valerie and so got a tight and up close view of her ass cheeks while she leaned against the wall (and his face) to get in the ideal position for penetration.

“Ohhhh, Valerie!” Tom moaned as he entered her already wet cunt.

“Ohhhh, shit!” she said, spreading her legs apart and welcoming him in deeper. “That’s right. Yeah…fuck that married pussy.”

“What the hell-?” Dick finally said, but Valerie’s butt smacked him against the face, rendering his voice barely audible.

“Mmmmm! Yeah!” Valerie exhaled, slamming against the wall and Dick’s face as her pussy got destroyed from the other side. “Fuck me harder!”

“OOHHH, SHIIIIIT!” Tom said, shoving his cock in even deeper and pushing her butt farther into the wall.

And yes, Dick’s poor tainted face. “Valerie!” Dick said, but still not loud enough to be heard.

“OHHH, FUCK!” Valerie said, the force of that hard penetration slamming her ass cheeks back and forth and deeper into Dick’s nose. “Give me that cum!”

“Awwwww, here it comes!” Tom grunted, cumming so hard and so deep into Valerie’s cervix that Dick practically heard the money shot.

“FUCK!” Tom screamed.

“OHHH, GAWD!” Valerie said, just as Tom pulled out of her tight snatch. “Dick, is that you?” Valerie said, looking down at him. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were in here.”

“You didn’t know?! You didn’t hear me?!” Dick said, trying to pull himself off the ground.

“Ohhh, shit,” Valerie said, turning back around and welcoming Harry into the closet. “Sorry, I forgot all about Harry. He booked me in advance, honey.”

“DON’T!” Dick yelled. “Harry, you’re fired, leave now!”

Harry was enthusiastic to say the least and couldn’t wait to start tonguing Valerie’s shy little asshole. It only helped, of course, that Dick was being forced to watch, smell, and hear every last detail of another man taking her lovely ass.

Dick never did that gross stuff anyway, so he couldn’t imagine what it was like to tongue a woman’s ass. He got a pretty good idea of what it was like, since he was so close to her ass he could practically smell it getting rimjobbed not but two inches away.

“Let me out,” Dick demanded.

“Just a minute, honey,” Valerie insisted. “I don’t want to be rude to Harry. I mean…it’s his last day, you know.”

Dick sighed.

Valerie was getting reamed hard and quaking back and forth ready to let it all out. The sensation of getting ass-tongued was so intense she felt a throbbing build deep in her pussy. Harry licked her ass until her whole body started to go limp.

She felt her anus tighten and contract and made sure to wiggle her spasming cheeks all over Dick’s angry face.

But just as Harry finished, there was a new challenger ready to play!

Alan shoved his way pass Harry and into the closet. He tossed Harry outside and then dropped his pants, ready to make a free sperm donation to the company.

“What the fuck?!” Dick pleaded.

“Ohhh, my God!” Valerie said, caught off guard. “I don’t even remember this one!”

“Hey, name’s Alan. I was just hired yesterday.”

“ALAN!” Dick said in disappointment. “Come on, man, I thought you were cool!”

“Sorry, but…pussy’s always more expensive than money, you know that.”

Alan suddenly turned Valerie’s body around, preferring to fondle her big glorious wifey ass. Unfortunately for Dick, that meant he got a face full of pussy to deal with.

“Jesus Christ, Val, have you no shame?”

“Ohhh, baby, does it bother you?” she said in shame.

“YES. You really don’t know that?”

“I’m sorry. You want me to stop? To staaaaahp?”

The second “stop” was affected, since right at that moment Alan inserted his rigid cock into Valerie’s not-so-tight asshole. It was time to take another hard dick. Valerie was so tired by now, she hardly even noticed how it was making her cum.

“Ohhhh, damn. I’m really so tired…” she sighed.

“So STOP it!” Dick demanded. “Tell him to stop!”

“Okay. Stop!” Valerie said, but only half-heartedly. Only in a muted voice. “I don’t think he heard me, honey.”

Dick’s objections were overpowered by Alan’s harsh grunting, a loud inhale and exhale combo every time he shoved his cock back deeper into Valerie’s delicate anus.

“Ohhhh, God! It’s sooooo deep!” Valerie said, a pained sigh. “Maybe he should stop, honey. Tell him to stop.”

“STOP!” Dick commanded loudly.

But Valerie only squinted and took more extreme cock pounding. “Ohhhhh, fuck he’s going to tear my ass up, baby! Make him stop!”

“I SAID STOP!” Dick screamed, but somehow he was still pinned against the wall. All he could see or smell was Valerie’s cunt crunching him and then back out again with every new thrust.

“OHHHHH, he’s gonna make me cum! But I don’t wanna cum!” Valerie said, squinting her eyes and opening her mouth wide.

“Then don’t cum!” Dick yelled, out of all other useful ideas.

“OHHHH, SHIIIIIIIT!” Valerie said, her face turning red and her whole body trembling.

Just as Dick tried to scream again, a cup full of pussy squirt interrupted him. His face got creamed with Valerie’s juices…right before she rammed into Dick’s face with her sponge-wet pubic hair.

“OHHHHH, gaaawwwd! Ohhh, I can’t believe I just came out of my ass! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!”

Valerie groaned again as Alan pulled out her ass and then turned her around again.

Valerie was exhausted and leaned back again against her husband’s wet face, her wet butt cheeks sliding all over Dick’s forehead and nose.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Valerie moaned again as the stranger’s cum dripped out of her asshole down Dick’s face, right in the eyes!

Dick always wondered what it would feel like to take a money shot. Now he knew…and knew he really didn’t like the feeling.

“Now…can we go home?” Dick said softly, defeated.

“Mmmm…soon. We still got two hours left on the clock.”

“Ugghhh.”

***

Dick was feeling soft as of late, in every sense of the word. When Valerie finally finished her company-wide open gangbang, she felt that Dick had suffered enough.

All things considered, Dick was kind of relieved Valerie didn’t want a divorce and still wanted to live with Dick, like a normal happy billionaire family. Dick wasn’t nuts about the gangbangs, open marriage, and swinger stuff…but he did try his best to look the other way, whenever Valerie had the urge.

Over time, Valerie started to explain her strange motivations to Dick regarding her wild behavior.

“Just imagine how you felt when you hearing me get fucked by all those men,” Valerie said, playing with her clit all the while confessing to her husband. “How humiliating and emasculating it felt. Now…imagine that all of your employees feel the same way about you when you talk ugly to them.”

“I understand.”

“Mm-hmm. So maybe you should stop being Dick all the time, and instead, learn to be NICE to your employees.”

Dick nodded…at first. But then he did that irritating side bob thing that all billionaires did when they were told to be nice to poor people.

Dick’s words said yes…but his body language said NO. Valerie sensed this and so encouraged him to be forthright.

“Well…” Dick said. “I do understand your point of view. And maybe even their point of view. But…I really, really enjoy talking smack about people, it turns me on. What can I say? I’m a sadist, I guess.”

“Well, so am I. You want to punish people and I want to punish you for doing it.”

“And…” Dick said, a strange peppy smile coming up on his face. “I enjoy that part of it too. So I guess I’m a sadist-masochist or something.”

“You’re an idiot is what you are,” Valerie said with a frown.

“Yeah…what are you going to do about it?”

Dick asked once and then later asked a second time. Valerie stared at Dick in spite, leaning her chin on her husband’s desk. But from behind, some young hotshot VP of marketing was boffing his wife’s pussy from behind the desk. From Dick’s vantage point, he could see both his wife’s face and the stranger’s face as they both came at the same time.

Dick sighed in agony. In pain and heartbreak. Every time a strange new man came inside his wife, he knew it was a pregnancy risk and a humiliation. But damned if he could stop it now, even if he tried.

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Cuckolded in Couples Counseling 2: With My Husband's Brother

In the past...

The sensation was spine tingling.  The feeling of getting caught surged through their bodies…even if they knew it was never going to happen.  The adrenaline rush that came from breaking the rules.  From not just sinning, but desecrating everything the marriage meant to them both. 

He had never had such an uncomfortably hard erection before.  The only way to ensure that he felt that hard again, the second and third time, was to do it on his lovely wife’s bed.  

She loved him or at least said she loved him.  Yet he gave her nothing.  Every last bit that was inside him went to his mistress.  The one he fucked every Thursday afternoon, when his long-suffering wife was working.  

They both fucked vigorously, the kind of desperate, gonna-die-tomorrow fucking he had never experienced with his wife.  The morally pure wife, the paragon of motherhood and patience. 

He felt almost fearless, oblivious to the morality of what they were doing.  None of it mattered, all trivia—pointless.  Just animals doing what animals do in a godless world, that’s all sex was. 

The only thing he feared, the only thing that made him feel alive besides his red cock, was the sound of the front door opening. 

“JESUS!” Trey screamed, pushing his mistress over on the bed and grabbing a pillow to cover up.  “Julie…” he said weakly, feeling his heart pound in regret.  If she caught him, everything was fucked.  Things would never go back to the way they were, not after seeing him like this.  

“Hey bro,” Rob said, slowly inching his way forward to the doorway.  No sense in hiding it.  Trey was ass naked, kneeling on the bed and hiding his crotch, while his mistress cowered on the floor.  

“Oh God, it’s Rob.  My brother.”  Trey shook his head in anxiety.  Not quite as terrible an ordeal as Julie coming home early and finding him in bed with another woman.  But his own brother…

Rob was always the better looking one.  Darker hair, darker eyes, slightly taller, and with a younger man’s build.  He also had those hawk-like eyes that seemed to be looking through a person’s soul, always one step ahead.

Trey had never spoken openly to Rob about cheating on Julie.  They never spoke of it.  For all Rob knew, Trey was the perfectly happy married man.  Professional. Well to do, only slightly bitter…but nothing drinking on the weekend didn’t fix.

“Hey Rob.  This is, uh, Julie’s…”

Rob sneered back with a half-smile.

“Julie said…well, you see…this…this is kind of awkward.  But, uh, Julie told me I could…”

“What?”

“Uh, threesome!  With Julie.  She, uh, didn’t want anyone to know.”

Rob laughed in indifference.  “So, what is it, Trey?  Julie’s hiding in the bathroom?  Or is she visiting her mother?  But let me guess…she knows all about this.  And she’s perfectly okay with it.”

“Don’t judge me,” Trey said with a hint of resentment.  “You have no idea.”

Trey jumped out of bed as Rob turned around, giving them both a moment to get dressed.  He owed them their dignity if nothing else.

Trey’s mysterious lover was never named, and Rob didn’t bother asking.  The woman stuffed her dress back on, right before scurrying out of the house like the rat she was.

“Hey, I just came to talk business.  This is all your drama, buddy.  I don’t care.”

Trey was at least half dressed by now.  Even when caught in a moment of weakness, he still stared down his brother in self-righteous condemnation.

“Look…don’t be an ass, okay?  I made a mistake.”

“It’s your business.”

“That’s right.  It is my business.  I’m…”  Trey shook his head in frustration.  “I’m not saying that I feel nothing.  I’m sorry in some ways, but…”

“Look, I really don’t give a shit, bro,” Rob said with a shake of his head.  “Just put your shirt on.  I don’t like seeing your pasty white puffs.”

“Fuck you,” Trey said, putting his shirt on.  “So…you won’t tell Julie?”

“Nah,” Rob said dismissively.  “But no favor to you.  I just don’t get involved with people’s drama.”

“Thanks,” Trey said sarcastically.

“Don’t mention it.”

A beat passed as Trey finished up and walked to the dining room.  

“I’m ready to talk business, Rob.  But you could have called rather than just stop by.  Remember how Mom always said it was rude to just pop in?”

“I admit, I like surprising people.”

Rob picked up a picture of Julie that was sitting on the bedroom dresser.  

He had only met Julie a few times at family reunions and the like.  He hadn’t really thought of her much, except that she seemed nice…if a little spaced out.  Maybe not the most talkative woman in the world.  But then again if Trey was cheating on her, no wonder.  She couldn’t be happy.  It takes two to make an unhappy marriage.

For the first time ever, he felt justified undressing Julie with his eyes.  Rob always preferred big-breasted porn stars whenever he actually got around to jerking it.  Julie was moderately sized; petite with blond hair.  A housewife’s body.  A “real” woman not made of plastic.  

Rob was a workaholic.  A manager in a call center, employed by a company that frowned upon office romances.  He was always the example.  Between work, exercise, and volunteer work, he hardly had time to date anyone.  And meeting a woman who was worthwhile, who was actually special, seemed like a lost cause.  Why Julie?  She seemed the opposite of him in many ways.  And yet the attraction was intense. 

This particular picture was so cutesy.  She wore a short-sleeved spaghetti strap top and jeans.  She wasn’t flaunting really, just comfortable.  Her face was the most interesting thing about her.  She looked tired in the picture.  Like children, and a dick of a husband, wore her out.  Her face wasn’t perfect…thirty-year old lines under her eyes.  A certain aloofness in her face, as if she was just going through the motions of life.  At least her medium-length blond hair was cute.  She was probably a knockout in high school.

“Hey now,” Trey said with a jocular grin.  “Don’t be fantasizing about my wife, boy.”

“Nah,” he said blankly.  “I don’t trespass.”

“Good.  Because we are happily married.  You know.”

Rob looked at him in disbelief, raising his brow.

“Really,” Trey said defensively.  “What Julie doesn’t know can’t hurt her.  Don’t go fucking up my life.  That’s not what family does.  We look out for each other.  I’d do the same for you, you know.”

“Yeah, you probably would,” Rob said. 

Julie’s face in the picture became more interesting as moments passed.  He tried to put the picture down…but an odd feeling came over him.  It felt almost exciting to hold her picture up, knowing that his brother was becoming uncomfortable with his staring.  He was always such a jealous type.

Julie was cute, no question about it.  Until this moment, he never thought about fucking her.  The thought seemed disgraceful.  But now, knowing how rotten his brother treated her, it felt almost like…vengeance.  Like chivalry.  Julie deserved better.  And if he ever had the chance…

You better believe I would go for it.

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My Husband, My Cuckold 

From Book Four of My Husband, My Cuckold: Be Careful What You Wish For

Jarrod watched with wide eyes as Kernan led his wife to the single bed in the room. His palms were starting to sweat, and he toggled between being completely aroused and nervous. It hadn't crossed his mind until now that Riley being with other men could cause a different problem for him. What if she liked him more? Jarrod searched for the first sign on Riley’s face that she wasn’t enjoying herself. He was ready to call it quits, if he had to.

She never even looked in his direction.

Instead, Riley's eyes were fixed on Kernan. Kernan held Riley by the waist as he backed her against the bed's edge. His mouth covered Riley’s as his hands carefully touched and squeezed any skin he could contact. Riley moaned as Kernan held her tiny waist in his hands, and Jarrod sensed that without touching her, she was soaking wet. Envy started to bubble. He wanted her to look his way, to have him stop this. As Kernan pushed up the hem of Riley’s nightie, the reality sunk in to Jarrod. She wasn’t going to stop this.

Jarrod wrung his hands together. He closed his eyes as Riley’s soft exhales coursed through the air. He wanted her, and the idea that Kernan could have her was starting to suffocate him. He cleared his throat, hoping to draw her attention, but nothing. He shifted in his seat, even as his cock pushed against his jeans, Jarrod struggled with his conflicting thoughts.

He’d had to convince her to try this, and had even been disappointed when it initially seemed as though she wouldn’t come around. Now, the tables were turned. Riley’s eyes were closed as Kernan laid her against the bed. Kernan cupped Riley’s breasts in both hands as he kissed her neck. The way her hair fanned out around her head created an even more romantic visual, and Jarrod’s mouth grew dry. He wanted Kernan’s hands off of his wife. Right now.

Jarrod rose from his chair. He took one step and Riley’s eyes opened and found him. Somehow, she must have known about the war going on in him. As Kernan kissed from her neck to Riley’s cleavage, Jarrod inched closer. Riley moaned as Kernan took one hard, pink nipple into his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. She shook her head gently as she mouths the word “no” to Jarrod.

Jarrod was shocked. She was so hesitant at first that he’d really wanted to talk her out of it. His reasons weren’t completely altruistic. If she’d gone through it and didn’t enjoy it, having this experience could have ruined their relationship. So, when he’d stood, part of Jarrod thought he was coming to her rescue.

Stunned, he remained standing for another minute before backtracking to his seat. He picked up his glass of wine, emptied it. Then filled it again.  His cock was painfully hard, but his heart was constricting in his chest. Jealousy had never had such a hold on him, but it did now. As his palms started sweating he realized that it was threatening his very sanity.

***

Riley watched Jarrod through the slit of her eyes. She couldn’t understand why Jarrod’s eyes were skittish, darting from her face to Kernan’s hands over her body. They never would have gotten here if it weren’t for him asking her to experiment. Now that they were, Riley wanted to see how far she could go.

Kernan’s mouth was hot and tender as he tasted the base of her throat and kissed the v of her cleavage. She suppressed a moan at first, her mind still lingering on her husband. . Her hands were in Kernan’s hair as his mouth burned a trail to one stiff nipple while he teased the other with his fingers. She liked the way his tongue swiped over her nipple, and the tremor of pain he caused when he nipped her gently with his teeth. She didn’t want to moan quietly anymore.

Kernan started to suck her nipple until Riley squirmed beneath the weight of his body. She was hot all over, and dug her nails into his scalp as Kernan intensified his sucking. It was a combination of pleasure and pain. His mouth, hot and wet, trapped her nipple and teased relentlessly. Riley’s skin puckered in goose bumps. Her breath shallowed, and her eyes darted back and forward behind her eyelids as she tried to concentrate on any one sensation. Her pussy soaked her panties as Kernan’s skillful mouth and hands drifted over her sensitive breasts.

Riley squirmed beneath Kernan’s straddling of her body when he switched breasts and started to repeat his pleasurable touches. She didn’t attempt to slow her runaway heart, or dare to look in Jarrod’s direction. She didn’t want him to change her mind. Kernan’s sucking made her pussy wetter, and her reservations silenced when he stared up at her with fire in his eyes. To know that she had put it there, was something she couldn’t have imagined possible only hours ago. Kernan’s expression said not only was he turned on, but she had done this. She made him want her, and Riley wanted him, too.

He lifted from her body briefly and stayed raised on his knees as he unbuttoned his shirt. Riley pushed up on her elbows, and then all the way up as her fingers grew itchy to touch his exposed chest. Kernan pulled the shirt off as Riley’s hands traced over the defined muscles of his chest and abs. While he pulled his arms free, she massaged one nipple while her tongue traced circles around the other.

She heard him groan, and Riley trembled. She moaned too. She nipped at his nipple the way he’d done her. Riley held his hips as she started to suck. Her eyes were closed and her head filled with the masculine scent of his cologne and the restrained power he held in his body. Kernan unbuckled his pants, and Riley shivered with anticipation. Only seconds were between them as he stepped from the bed and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down over his narrow hips.

Riley leaned back on her elbows. Her breath slipped from her mouth in short bursts as Kernan unveiled himself. As Riley suspected, Kernan did not disappoint her. His cock was already stiff and dripped with precum, at least eight inches, longer than Jarrod and thicker, too. Riley licked her lips. Her legs parted of their own volition when he leaned forward to kiss her knees tenderly. His hands were on her hips, on the waistband of her panties. Riley lifted her buttocks from the bed, and Kernan slowly pulled them off.

They were standing in the heat of an inferno. When Kernan’s knuckles brushed against the bare skin of her hips, Riley felt her adrenaline soar. She wanted him, gripped the comforter of the bed to keep her hands from shaking, and she wasn’t alone.

Kernan tossed her panties away, but they hadn’t hit the floor before his face was positioned between her knees and planting kisses along her sensitive inner thighs.

Riley moaned. She eased back on to the bed and closed her eyes. Her senses took over as his warm mouth roamed up her thighs and met her shaven mound for the first time. At first, his warm and wet breath blew over her engorged clit. Then, he was a tentative lick with the tip of his tongue. Riley arched, she held back a plea for him to stop toying with her. Who was this new woman who lived in the pleasure of the moment before her? It was a question she would have to answer for herself later.

Riley held her breath and waited for him to continue the way she wanted. Kernan tucked his arms beneath her thighs, and without a moment more of teasing, he covered her clit with his mouth. Riley gasped as his hot mouth seared her clit. Her eyes shot open, and she stared up at the ceiling in awe as his tongue circled her clit. He was taking his time, tantalizing her with slow and steady samplings of her lovebud. She moaned, rubbed her fingers through his hair, and Kernan continued

Kernan sucked her clit between her lips and teased her with his mouth. She moaned and shifted on the comforter. Her moans grew more and more urgent as Kernan licked her clit and sucked harder. Riley sucked in a breath, but wasn’t sure the air ever reached her lungs. She clung to the comforter as his tongue dipped into her entry, then licked upward back to her clit. He wasn’t teasing her, he was tasting her. It was evident with the way his moans blended with Riley’s that he was being indulged.

Riley felt weightless as Kernan magnified his attention to her clit. Deep, flickering thrusts of his tongue brought  her closer to euphoria. She was breathless, her body had become a collection of  overly-sensitive nerve endings, all at Kernan’s mercy. A shiver coursed through her over and over, and Riley’s thoughts scattered.

Kernan lifted one hand up her body and massaged one stiff nipple forcefully. With the  other hand, he pressed against her wet pussy, rubbing where his tongue has already branded. Kernan pushed one finger into her entry, and Riley arched her body into his touch. Another finger joined the tightness of her body, and Riley momentarily lifted from the bed. Her eyes landed on Jarrod, who had moved to a chair at the foot of the bed. Riley had no time to try and decipher what he felt. As Kernan stroked her with two curling fingers, her body took over.

It started as a hum, then grew to a roar. Riley’s orgasm twisted her body as she both raced toward it, and simultaneously scooted away from Kernan’s irresistible mouth. The hand on to her breasts moved away and held her firmly by her hips. She endured his tongue lashing with the blind pleasure of a woman sentenced to relentless desire. She was weak when Kernan  finally pulled his mouth away. Jarrod had never licked her pussy so completely.

***

Riley’s eyes were closed when she felt the bed decompress around her. She opened them as Kernan positioned his hips between her legs. Riley spread wider to make room for him. She reached for him, and he lowered his mouth against hers. The taste of sweet wine and her own cum was a shock to Riley’s senses.

She kissed Kernan deeply. Riley sucked Kernan’s bottom lip into her mouth and moaned as she drank in her own taste on his lips. Kernan groaned at her eagerness. She tightened her hold around his neck and Kernan laid his body flush to hers. He guided his cock to brush up and down her pussy. Kernan didn’t hold back any longer.

The first push of his cock caused Riley to be still. Kernan’s thickness instantly started to stretch Riley’s tight pussy. She held her breath and closed her eyes as he opened her with the tip of his cock. His thrust was long and deep as Riley’s body acquainted itself with it. She didn’t move as he pushed in deeply and her body turned to melting butter. Riley was at a loss for words. She couldn’t formulate a complete thought; what started with uncertainty turned into an absolute yes.

Kernan languidly stroked her. His eyes were fixed on hers as he ensured her pleasure. Riley didn’t hide from him. She let his penetration open her, tease her, and brought her to climax again.

Riley pushed her hips up to meet his in the way that she knew Jarrod liked. Kernan’s response was nearly identical to Jarrod’s, as he grunted and matched her stroke for stroke. The tenderness in his strokes became more and more urgent.

Kernan rose to his knees. He positioned her legs in a V against his chest and deepened his thrust within her. Riley gasped for breath as his cock seemed to reach her lungs. She was lost in a spiral of lust when he sucked his thumb then rubbed it rapidly against her clit. The hum started again. This time, it began at her toes, and as a wave slowly consumed a shoreline, it traveled through Riley until it reached the source.

Her second climax was harder than the first. It rocked her like a rag doll against Kernan’s strong body, and she cried out his name. He took her hips. Grunted loudly and breathed out her name as he held on just long enough for her orgasm to start to subside. It was then that he pulled from her drenched pussy. His cock was still covered in her cum as he shot hot streams of his own cum on her breasts.

It took twenty minutes for either of them to recover, but even before then Riley knew it wouldn’t be their last time.

***

“We never have to do that again.”

“What?”

Riley was confused by his spontaneous outbursts. Kernan had been gone for over an hour, and this was the first thing that Jarrod had said to her. She’d known that he was struggling with how to feel. After they’d finally gone through with it, he seemed less sure about her being with anyone else. The only problem with that scenario was that now, Riley wasn’t uncertain at all.

She sank deeper into the bubbles of her Jacuzzi bath and tried to figure out how to answer him. Jarrod sat on the edge of the tub with his hands in his lap, but even that couldn't cover the bulge in his pants.

“I’m glad we got to explore together, but I don’t think we need this to keep our marriage strong.”

“I didn't think we needed it either, but you wanted to try….”

“And now we have. Riley, seeing you with him made me realize that I don’t want anyone else touching my wife. I thought it would be hot, and it was. It’s just not something I want to repeat,” he said as he took her hand in his and looked into her eyes.

His mouth was saying one thing, but his cock was saying something else. Riley didn’t know which to believe. She was only aware of her own frustration. First, Jarrod worked overtime to convince her this is something they could both enjoy. When he finally gets her to commit and go through with it, he changed his mind.

It would probably irritate her less if it weren’t for the fact that Riley truly enjoyed herself. Even now, her clit pulsed with thoughts of Kernan and how he’d pleased her. Jarrod had never taken as much care. Every time they were together, it was like he was racing to the finish. More often than not, she’d been left to get herself off. Kernan had given her two orgasms, and Jarrod was asking her to give that up.

Riley met Jarrod’s eyes. In the midst of them, her strong husband suddenly seemed insecure. Riley considered her options. She could insist that they keep this up, or she could do what she would want Jarrod to do for her. She gave Jarrod her best, most compassionate smile.

“If you’re uncomfortable with this, then you are right. We never have to do it again.”

His face lit up and a measure of the confidence he seemed to have lost this moment returned to him. Riley swallowed hard. Her smile remained in place, but part of her was furious. Jarrod was clearly unaware of what he’d awoken in her. She tried to fight it, but as he kissed her gently and rose to leave Riley was sure of one thing: this wasn’t over.

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My husband and I have been in a cuckolding relationship for seven out of twelve years of marriage. It's been a journey for both of us and while on it we learned that we love each more than we ever imagined. Contrary to what someone may see on tumblr or in porn I never deny my husband what he needs and he never denies me what I want. Our passion for each other spills out into my writing and every other aspect of my life.

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