Buxom Wife Gets Fucked While I Get cucked - Part 1 - The First Week

This is a true story although memory and writing do embellish things a little, I have tried to be accurate where i can. ENJOY........

My wife and I have been together for 7 years and married for just over 2. It is a second marriage for us both, neither of us had much of a sex life with our former partners. So when we found each other ours was a very active sexual relationship. I am not that big, 4” tops, but it never seemed to bother her, I always made sure she climaxed, something her first husband never did. We shared and role played a few fantasies and my wife particularly enjoyed watching porn when one woman took on more than one guy. On such occasions she would sometimes suck on one of her dildos as I fucked her from behind. Afterwards, when I teased her about secretly wanting to be the centre of a gangbang, she always insisted that I was enough for her. My wife is on the large side but an extremely attractive woman with beautiful blue eyes, high cheek bones, full lips, ample 42dd breasts, a firm full ass and a very juicy pussy. With her dyed light blonde hair, she is a head turner despite her size and I have had my share of being jealous when she has had a bit too much attention on the odd occasion. I guess it all started on our wedding day, at the time she was 36 and I was 42, we had both only had 3 sexual partners, counting each other. Neither of us had exactly played the field and neither of us had the slightest clue that everything would soon change beyond anything we could have imagined.



I had invited my 61 year old boss to the wedding, it was the very first time he met my wife and I well remember introducing her to him. His eyes were on stalks as he got a good close up view of her low cut wedding dress. She did look incredible and turned everyone’s head that day but I will never forget his particular expression. His face was veil of thinly disguised lust, I remember thinking “What a dirty old bastard!” like he would EVER have a chance with her. I had invited him because he was my boss not because I liked him. He was a very arrogant and self assured permister who didn’t give a cuckolds brownie about anyone or anything, and in a way it pleased me to think that he would be fantasising about my wife, while I was actually getting her all. What a naïve fool I was. He later told me that he spent most of the day staring at her and mentally undressing her and decided there and then to make her his slut. If I had known how determined he could be once he decided he wanted something, I would have quit my job and run off with her in the hope he wouldn’t be able to find us. Sadly, I didn’t have the first clue!


We returned from our honeymoon and things settled down to normal, I was summoned by my boss on my first day back to work. In his office he went through various work issues and then invited my wife and I to dinner at his apartment, he said he had found my wife delightful and wanted to get to know us both a bit better. I politely declined but he was having none of it and before I knew it we were going around to his home on the following Saturday. My wife eager to show off her tan wore a low cut top she bought especially for the occasion; I think that was the first clue that she enjoyed showing her tits off to him. Clearly she had noticed his expression on our wedding day too. When I said that I thought it was a bit daring, she laughed it off, saying she wanted to make a good impression with my boss and if he liked her then it would probably help me at work. I couldn’t argue with that, there was no need to discuss him making a pass at her because we had just returned from a wonderful honeymoon and I knew she was as crazy about me as I was about her. So she wouldn’t let anything like that happen. We were not able to make love for the few days running up to the weekend because she was on her period. But we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and kissed and cuddled like teenagers.

He was charming and very cleverly made remark that he found my wife very attractive without crossing any lines. When he complimented her on appearance she just laughed and joked about her size being the “turn off” to most guys, he picked her up on that saying that her curves were part of what made her so attractive. He then said that she reminded him of a girlfriend he once had, who had been very like her. He added that she was the most passionate lover he had ever had and had never forgotten that a beautiful buxom woman was probably the best kind to make love too. My wife was a little embarrassed by this but, because he was my boss. she just smiled and said he would have to ask me to find out if that was true. He tactfully changed the subject but spent the rest of the evening focussed on her and only included me when it was absolutely necessary. When we came to leave he shook my hand and as my wife leaned forward for the customary kiss to the cheek he dodged her move and kissed her on the lips. She said nothing but it was an awkward moment.

As we drove home my wife told me, she never wanted to go through that again, I asked her what she meant, and she said my boss was charming enough on the surface but underneath he was dying to get her into bed. I said she was overreacting, so she said “Ok then fine!” and made it clear she wanted to avoid him in the future. What she didn’t say at the time was that she had found his approach weirdly unsettling, although she couldn’t quite say why. I think looking back on it he awoke something inside her that night that she didn’t want to recognise but in time would completely swamp us both.

He summoned me to his office on the following Monday and as we went through the week ahead, we chatted, I thanked him for a nice evening on Saturday and he said he had really enjoyed it and thought my wife was amazing. “Tell me!” he said to me confidentially, “What is she like in the sack?” I laughed embarrassed at his question and just said she was fine, “Fine?” he said “FINE?” He asked if that was all I could say about such a desirable woman, I was a bit lost for words and didn’t want to look an inadequate fool so I said, “Well, of course I shouldn’t really say but as far as I am concerned she is fantastic in bed and I never miss a chance to make love to her,” My boss looked at me pleased with my answer and said that, in my shoes, he would be exactly the same. He said there was something about her that fascinated him. He then completely changed the subject and talked about worked for a few minutes bringing the meeting to end. As I got up to leave his office, he said he was free Saturday night and would love to be invited back over to our house for dinner, he made it quite clear from his tone that it was expected of me. I stopped and tried to make an excuse, then caved in and invited him anyway.

My wife was not pleased, she gave me a real hard time about inviting him over, I tried to explain that I really didn’t get a choice, got the silent routine for a few hours and then as she admitted that she understood my predicament, she agreed that we just didn’t have a choice and should just get it over with. My wife dressed very conservatively this time with a high neck blouse. My boss’ disappointment was all over his face. It soon passed though as he handed my wife a gift wrapped box as a thank you for the invitation. She opened it and it was a beautiful embroidered silk top, it had a pretty low cut cleavage but otherwise was very tasteful. He said he hoped she didn’t mind him being so forward but he had spotted it when he was out buying a present for one of his girlfriends and immediately thought of her. She obviously loved it and thanked him with a peck on the cheek, he suggested she should try it on for size, so off she went to our bedroom and a few minutes later she joined us for takes back in the lounge looking “fucking amazing”. My cock immediately stirred as she made her entrance, her cleavage looked fantastic. The garment was much more revealing than her normal choice. He too was impressed saying it looked fantastic on her, with my wife’s ego suitably boosted he suggested that she wear it for the rest of the evening. During the following few hours his eyes and mine for that matter were constantly on her breasts and my wife seemed to enjoy being the centre of attention, However, she completely changed after he left. She went on about the “nerve of the man”, as she put it. How dare he come into our house and make her wear a top like that. I started to defend him, and then realized what I was doing and stopped to agree with her. Ah well! It was all over now! How Naïve can a guy be!

Back at work on Monday, I was summoned once again and during our usual meeting he invited us over for the following Saturday, once again. This time I said we had something else on, so after a little discussion I agreed to cancel it and said we would be there. He was a very hard man to argue with and besides it wasn’t as if he was actually going to get anywhere with my wife was it? I mean she hated him! Naïve! Naïve! I got a real hard time from my wife when I told her, she accused me of wanting him to get his way with her, I told her not to be so stupid. I said I wouldn’t dream of letting that happen, “Well you have already shown you can’t say no to him!” she countered. “Let’s hope I can!” She was so upset about it, that we didn’t make love for 3 days that week, and I got up my courage and put him off. He was as pushy as ever and I found myself agreeing to take a rain check to the following week. My wife was still not pleased but there was nothing I could do about it, we did make up and everything had settled down by the time we were knocking on his door 10 days later.

Once again my wife wore the high neck top, she wasn’t in a very good mood with me on the way over in the car, and she said she was dreading the whole evening. He fears were unfounded, I think my boss sensed that he had pushed too hard because we had a perfectly nice evening with no unpleasant or awkward moments, He was on best behavior, and played the perfect host and when we left my wife was wondering whether she had being getting him wrong and said she had found him to be the perfect gentleman. It was a change for her to speak well of him and somehow, I felt a pang of jealousy over that, I definitely didn’t like the thought of her admiring him in any way.

At the, what had now become, the Monday morning ritual, I thanked him for a very pleasant evening and said we had enjoyed it immensely. He said it was his pleasure and then announced that unfortunately he needed me to attend a trade fair which would mean staying away overnight on Thursday, and would that be a problem. I said “No!” although I admitted I wasn’t keen to be away over night so newly married, he laughed and said he was sure my wife would be fine just for one night. When I told her, she was a bit upset about me being away so soon in our “Honeymoon” period but said it couldn’t be helped. My boss had been terribly nice about it and sympathetic and if there was any way of avoiding it………………. you can guess the rest. She added that she would make it up to me but then realized she would be on her period, ah well.

By a staggering coincidence, my boss called around at our house the night I was away, he urgently needed something I had borrowed during the dinner party at his place and just had to have it that night. According to my wife he stayed and chatted for well over 2 hours and she just couldn’t get rid of him. I have to admit that I have often wondered what exactly was said and what exactly happened that night but my wife has always maintained that the answer to both those questions was, nothing, the whole thing remained a failed attempt on his part, and besides she was on her period. To be fair, these days when, sexually, she is completely his, my wife has no reamister to lie about that evening so what she says is probably true.

So the big change to our lives occurred on the Saturday just over 1 week after I returned from the Trade Fair. Just 8 weeks after our wedding day and just 6 weeks after that first dinner party at his apartment. That was a hell of an achievement for my boss, who clearly knew exactly what he was doing. The expectation would be that a happily married new bride, and she was that, would not even think about another much older man taking over from her new husband in bed, but that is exactly what happened and next I will tell you how.



We won a big order at work; it was really good news for the business and some months of work had gone into securing it. My boss shared the news with me and told me to keep it a secret for now as he wanted to make a big thing announcing it to the staff once the contract was actually signed. He said that the three of us should go out and celebrate. I thought that was a bit unfair on the rest of the staff who had worked hard to get the order too but I didn’t argue with him. He booked a table at a very grand hotel restaurant for Saturday night and said dress would be black tie for us and ball gown for the girls. I laughed and then realized he was serious so I changed my tact, made my apologies and left. My wife did not give me the usual hard time when I told her about it, probably because we were meeting in a public place, he had said the word “girls” when talking about dress so he was probably bringing some one with him and, more important than any of that, she would get a new dress out of it. In order to not annoy her, I had already volunteered to drive us there so she could relax and have a take without worrying about anything. So that was that and she went out the next day and bought an amazing black dress. It was very elegant and low cut, when she put it on her cleavage looked amazing. I was beginning to wonder if the top my boss had bought her had encouraged her to be more daring about showing more of her breasts but then dismissed it thinking I was being stupid, it was just an amazing dress and my wife looked stunning in it.

When she was fully made up with her hair done, just so, and presented herself to me in her new dress it took my breath away. I have already said that my wife is an attractive woman, and, although I admit I am a bit biased, she really is. She looked fucking fantastic to me and I said I was having second thoughts about going and we should just go straight back upstairs and make love, she laughed and said there would be plenty of time for that later. She loved the attention I gave her as we drove there and she was definitely warming up down below as she drank in my compliments and returned similar remarks about me in my penguin suit, which I had hired for the occasion.

She turned at least 4 guys’ heads as I proudly lead her into the lobby on my arm. My boss was waiting for us and spotted her immediately. His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he openly studied her from top to bottom, my wife did nothing to hide the fact that she liked how she looked, and the fact that she was being looked at with such hungry eyes. He told her she looked good enough to eat with about as much innuendo as he could muster. My wife laughed it off by thanking him and saying that, in a place like this, surely they have something more edible on the menu. He returned that he would look, but he very much doubted it. She laughed again and he kissed her directly on the mouth and embraced her. “Seriously!” he said “You look absolutely beautiful!” He turned and flicked me the briefest of smiles, shook my hand and thanked us for coming. My wife asked if he had an companion and he said no it would just be the 3 of us, so much for “girls” I thought

He lead the way into the bar and treated us to some aperitif’s. I had a club soda whilst he got something special for my wife, some kind of cocktail thing and also ordered one for himself. She made a big fuss about it and was soon on her second, as we chatted about everyday stuff like old friends. When my wife had finished her 3rd cocktail we carried on into the restaurant where my boss had booked us a nice quiet small round table. Wine was ordered, menus were produced and my wife, who has never been great at holding her holy water, was already enjoying her self and giggling like a naughty school girl. We chatted and joked as we ordered our meals. I leant over and kissed her cheek and told her to slow down on the ***** as my boss was talking to the waiter, she rebuked me saying she was just fine, she was just enjoying herself. We carried on with the meal, my wife had downed quite a few glasses of wine by the time we had finished the main course, while I was still on my first. She was completely relaxed and now chatting to my boss like she had known him for years, she was a bit clumsy, because of the take, but she had now “leveled out” and didn’t appear to be getting any worse. He had brought a camera and we took some nice photos, during the meal, of us enjoying ourselves, as a “momento” he said. (I still have these photos and you can see that she is definitely on a high in them.)

Then the bombshell landed I had a call from the office, the alarm had been activated. Someone had to attend, someone who could drive, someone who hadn’t had a take, that someone could only be me. The office was only about 25mins away, my boss pointed out I was the obvious choice but I wasn’t keen to go. I said to my wife that she should come with me but to my great surprise she said, as she refilled her glass, that she would be fine and besides if she traveled in a car at the moment she would probably throw up, that I should just get on with it and hurry back. I went to argue a bit more, realized it was pointless, kissed her on the cheek and left. My boss said he would take good care of her as I walked away from the table, Yes! I thought, that’s what I am afraid of..............




All I could think of as I drove to the office was that I should turn back, that my wife was a much easier target than usual, then I would tell myself that I was being ridiculous, that she didn’t like him and that she was newly happily married, that I should trust in that. What I couldn’t understand was if I was so worried and possessive about her, why was a hard on growing in my pants, because as I drove on my dick was getting harder and harder, my heart was all a flutter and my stomach was churning, what the fuck was the matter with me? What was going on inside me? I had definitely got a kick out of knowing that my arrogant old boss had the “hots” for her but, being married to me, she was beyond his reach. I had found that very satisfying but now I was totally unsettled about it. Did my hardening cock mean I wanted her to fuck him and if he had her once, he would then know what he was missing and I could gloat even more? No! No! Stupid Idea! He would just want more once he crossed the line, any guy would. These were the confusing thoughts going around in my head, so what did I do? Turn around and go back and tell him to get his prying eyes off my wife? No of course not. Armed with my trust in her and my hard cock, I carried on to attend to the alarm so I wouldn’t upset my boss. What a weak and pathetic asshole I was.

As it turned out it was a false alarm, someone had visited the building and accidentally not reset it properly. I dealt with the police who were already in attendance and in just over an hour after leaving my wife and boss, I was on my way back to them. My suspicions were now well and truly aroused along with my cock (thank got for y fronts and for only having a 4” cock, without which my erection would have been very obvious) It had seemed a bit of a coincidence that the alarm went off when it did and now I was very concerned about what might be happening back at the hotel. My mind was a whirl and then it happened. I got the dreaded text message from my wife’s cell phone. “Hi Baby, txt me when you get back cos we r no longer in restaurant. x” I tried to ring

I tried to ring her but got her answer phone. So I text back saying “On my way back now, where r u?”. I was more than half way back there when I finally got a reply “Just txt me when you are back at hotel”

Oh My God! What the fuck was going on, I didn’t like the sound of it at all, my imagination was working overtime, I tried ringing her, over and over, and every time i got the answer service. Frustrated and concerned I pulled up at the hotel and ran into the lobby, texting her as I did. I sat and waited for over 10 minutes, the longest 10 minutes of my life before I got a reply. “I’m in Room 614, come on up.” Now I really didn’t know what to think, what the fuck was going on? Was I imagining things? Maybe it was totally innocent and I was just thinking the worst. I looked at my watch as I rode up in the elevator, it had now been 2 hours since I had left them and my wife had been very “merry” when I left. She would be quite easy to persuade in that condition and he obviously wanted her. Then, on the other hand, he must have some scruples, surely, I mean he would have to look me in the eye at work and still deal with me there. How could that carry on after a bust up over him fucking her? I really didn’t have a clue about his scruples did I? What a loser I was destined to be. The elevator doors sprung open and I marched down the corridor and quickly found Room 614. My heart was beating like mad, I felt like I might throw up any second and with trepidation and genuine fear, I knocked on the door.



My boss opened the door; he was fully dressed, only his jacket and tie were missing. He ushered me in, smiling at me far too much. He asked about the alarm, I spotted my dressed wife lying on the bed apparently arelax, I stammered out a report on my trip whilst my brain did summersaults, everything was fine, I had imagined the whole thing, my worst fears had been exercised for no good reamister, she was fine, he hadn’t touched her, he had been the perfect gentleman, phew what a relief! So why as part of me disappointed and why did I still have such a raging hard on. My boss said he had arranged the room, brought her there and she had ******, a while back. He had been texting me on her phone, pretending to be her so it wouldn’t alarm me. I thanked him for taking care of her and watched him leave.

I climbed onto the bed along side my still relaxing wife and brushed my hand over her full breasts, she stirred a little so I continued seeking out her fine nipples under the dress material and tweaking where I guessed them to be, she stirred again and let out a long sigh. Excited as I was, I continued to play with her and gradually found my way down to her hem and lifted up her dress to find she wasn’t wearing her panties anymore. This puzzled me but perhaps she had used the bathroom before lying down and hadn’t bothered to put them back on. It’s amazing what you tell yourself when you don’t want to guess the truth. My finger found her clit and she groaned and squirmed as I made contact with her most sensitive part. She wriggled as I massaged her small hard bud of flesh, she was waking and stretching and raising her pelvis up to meet my fingers, she was really enjoying it. I dipped my fingers down to her lips and she was absolutely soaked, my fingers slipped in with no resistance what so ever. My wife let out a small sob and said “Oh yes, please fuck me again!”

This statement brought me to a complete halt. “What?” I said “What do you mean, Fuck you again?” My wife opened her eyes at that point, looked bewildered for a second and then smiled at me and said she had had the most wonderful dream, and thought she was sill dreaming. Clearly from her wetness she was very aroused and she cooed at me to get my clothes off quickly. I was up off the bed and stripped in seconds, my erection springing out in front of me. “Mmmmmmm!” she said “Someone’s very aroused, what turned you on so much, I wonder?” I said that I had been hard for the last couple of hours and it probably had something to do with her appearance. She laughed and got up off the bed, grabbed my cock and led me to the ensuite. “Good!” she said, now wide awake and quite sober! “I am going to blow your mind tonight!” My dick surged at that idea and she laughed again, she scooped up her scarf, left on the bedroom chair, and said she was going to blind fold me for the first bit. She wanted to drive me to distraction and was really in the mood for a slow blow job followed by a good long hard fuck! What was she on? My wife hardly ever talked like this, my cock was going crazy.

I stood up as she tied the scarf around my head masking my eyes completely; she scratched the underside of my cock with her painted nails and growled in my ear, teasing me just a little bit more. She told me to sit down on the toilet seat and to just wait there a moment as she had brought some things with her that she wanted to try out. What? I was confused but far too aroused to care, (I later learned that all of the “equipment” had been supplied) When she came back into the bathroom she had me raise my hands and I sat there while she clipped something around my left wrist, fiddled around and then clipped something around my right wrist. I suddenly realized that she had handcuffed me to the heated towel rail. This left me helpless with my arms behind my head. I couldn’t stand up I could only sit as my arms were being pulled down to the level of the towel rail. I didn’t need to struggle anyway as my wife’s lips found my cock and she drew my tip into her warm mouth. “Fuck! She felt good.” I asked her to take off my blindfold because I wanted to see her. She told me to wait another moment and her mouth let go of my cock.

I heard her leave the room and return a moment later. She told me to open wide; I was confused but opened my mouth anyway. She fitted me with some kind of gag, I wasn’t sure about this, my brain was doing somersaults again , where had she got a gag from? She was giggling close up in my ear as she put it on which pulled me back from my pondering and she said it really suited me. She fastened it at the back of my head and I was unable to talk or make any significant noise. My still hard cock said it all and my wife returned to sucking my cock, which felt like it was doing itself proud by extending past its usual 4” full erection. She sucked and pulled at my cock with her fingers for several minutes bringing me close to orgasm very quickly. Sensing my building tension my wife suddenly stopped and pulled off my blind fold. She was on all fours on the floor, her one arm reaching and pulling her scarf off my head. She smiled at me and looked fucking amazing, like a wanton whore, her tits almost spilling out of her dress and her lipstick smeared around her mouth from sucking me.

She looked me straight in the eye and said “Now are you ready for the good long hard fuck?” her expression was very haughty, her face all tease and anticipation. She looked like a woman who was totally in charge of the situation, which indeed she was. Her empowered demeanor was one of the most arousing sights I have ever seen. I nodded as vigorously as I could I was more than ready to fuck her, “Mmm!” She said satisfied and with total authority and emphasis she added, “So am I, I am more than ready for a long………… hard……….. fuck!” She returned her head back down to my cock and gulped its full length into her mouth. I threw my head back in delight, shut my eyes and groaned. When I opened them, seconds later, I caught my breath, froze in that position and nearly had a heart attack!

He was standing their in the doorway of the bathroom, my fucking Boss, right there with his arms folded, watching us! I immediately panicked and tried to wriggle free, my wife patted me on the thigh telling me to relax, as best she could with my cock in her mouth. I was all aquiver I didn’t know what to think or do, not that I could do much in my condition. My heart was pounding in my throat and my stomach churned, Fuck! There is no way my wife would have done the things she had done to me if he hadn’t somehow taken control of her, and if he had done that, he must have fucked her already. I was in a cold sweat as my mind did cartwheels trying to work out the truth of the situation. My cock however remained as hard as I could ever remember it being. I can honestly say that it was a unique moment; I was experiencing so many different feelings at once that I could hardly breathe. My strongest emotion, however, was definitely to protect her from him. To make this stop! To be her husband and make sure he didn’t come near her again. Unfortunately I wasn’t the permister in charge of the situation, my wife was, and somehow he was pulling her strings. I came to the conclusion that they must have been fucking a while and tonight had been planned from the start, I felt a bit betrayed by my wife with her play-acting of not liking my boss, had it all been a double bluff?

As it turned out I was completely wrong, such was the power my boss wielded once he conquered a subject. I really had no idea how much influence he was capable of bestowing onto her. I was going to find out in the most graphic detail possible and there was going to be nothing I could do about it. My wife had been talking as I had been involved in my own private revelry, you will forgive me for not remembering exactly what she said in those crucial moments but I was genuinely in shock. She said something about it all being fine, that she understood that I had to pretend to protest about my boss’ advances but now that she knew that it was just a token gesture, I was going to get to live out my fantasy of watching her fuck another man and wasn’t it kind of my boss to do that for me. I was more than a bit confused, more than a bit angry, more than a bit downtrodden. If the towel rail hadn’t been plumbed into the hotel heating system so firmly, I would probably have ripped it off the wall. As it was, it wasn’t budging. My straining and panting didn’t go unnoticed and it was my wife who brought it to immediate halt.

She said that she understood that I felt the need to be outraged because I probably thought she expected it, but that now she knew about the conversations I had been having with my boss about watching her with him there really was no need for me to pretend I didn’t want her too anymore and she was fine with it. She had enjoyed their first quick fuck and now she was really going to love the long slow fuck he had promised her.
“His cock feels Sooo Nice!” She cooed. “Besides”, she added, “I have very strong evidence that you have never been so excited as you are right now, I reckon its grown an inch longer than usual and its rock hard!” My cock had somehow ignored all of my anxiety and trauma; it was completely in favor of her proposal. I had no where to go I had lost the argument, as I was destined to do, right from the start. I was also reeling from her words about him having fucked her already. That was a line that had been delivered far too casually for my taste. The deed was already done, she had passed the point of no return before I had even got back to the room, and all of my earlier fears were well founded. What a complete idiot, I had been, to ignore my instincts. It was obviously too late now. My wife drew on my cock one last time. Then raised herself up off her knees saying she knew I was going to love it. As she reached a standing position with her arms down at her sides, my boss grabbed her firmly from behind.

His right hand found her right breast and he mauled and squeezed it as he buried his mouth on her neck. My wife cooed and closed her eyes as she tilted her head back; she had always had a very sensitive neck. My cock lurched as I stood in disbelief, what one part of me was hating, another part of me was enjoying. His left hand found her left breast and I watched as his fingers explored her amazing full tits. There was nothing gentle about any of it. I would have gently brushed her flesh and nipples but he was grabbing her tits very roughly and really pinching at her nipples through the dress. My wife groaned and still with her eyes shut she reached up and scooped both of her tits out bringing them into full view. Her tits, as always, looked fantastic even with the 2 purple hickie marks I immediately spotted on them, he had obviously already introduced himself to my wife’s ample breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and my boss immediately found them with his thumb and fore-fingers. Without ceremony he lifted her tits up by her nipples pulling on them really hard. My wife let out a sob of delight as he squeezed and tweaked her nipples with complete disregard for how sensitive they might be.

He took his mouth off her neck to reveal a deep purple hickie; the huge mark on her neck would take some days to fade. I saw that as a symbol of him making her his, he had wanted her, he had decided to have her, he had now taken her, there would have been nothing I could do to stop it, I wasn’t made of the right stuff but my old boss certainly was. They turned sideways on to me, my wife being very careful not to make eye contact with me. Her marked neck now facing towards me, she stood there and watched him fall to his knees and pick up her tits and gorge himself on them. He licked them, chewed them and bit down hard on her nipples. My wife’s head flung back enjoying his rough treatment of her; she moaned and groaned as he played with her beautiful mounds.

I was beside myself; this was more humiliating than anything I could have imagined at the time. I was sitting there naked and restrained with a huge hard on watching this dirty old bastard play with my wife’s tits like she was some cheap whore. For fucks sake, I was right there watching him do it! Watching him use MY wife, this wasn’t lovemaking, this was using a woman for your own pleasure. I got the message, he was satisfying a lust he had obviously harbored for her for these past 8 weeks, he was there to quench that lust, nothing more, if she enjoyed it too, that was a bonus, her satisfaction wasn’t top of his list, but there was no doubt that she was obviously really enjoying it too. I was like a bubble waiting to burst. I felt anger, jealousy, anxiety and outrage all at once, but all of these feelings were squashed by the perverted lust I was feeling from watching my wife being used like that by such a dirty, slimy, devious bastard. What the fuck was the matter with me?

He chewed on her tits for quite some time my wife’s moans becoming heavier and heavier, then with out ceremony he let go, stood up and watched my wife slowly fall to her knees. Her hands found the zipper of his fly and she released the bulge from his trousers. His cock was already hard and although not of mammoth proportions it dwarfed my 4” by at least another 3” and looked significantly thicker. My wife groaned out her approval and in less than an intake of breath she wrapped her lips around his manhood, I felt a pang deep inside me and then something snapped, I felt lower than I could ever remember, my world fell apart as I saw her cheeks go in as she sucked on his cock. It was then that I felt the tears running down my cheeks, but somehow my cock was still hard and straining.


My wife bobbed her head back and forth over his rigid prick gorging herself on it with her fingers around the base pulling on him. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at his crotch, she didn’t see him turn to look and me and smile very smugly. He looked me, straight in the eye, as my wife sucked him as hard as she could and stared me out, I don’t know why I looked down at my own cock embarrassed at what was happening but I did. When I eventually looked back at him he was still looking at me, with an even smugger smile that said he was looking down at me and would now continue to do that more than he had ever done so far. It was completely humiliating and hurtful but my hard cock said it was ok.

He then grabbed my wife’s head with both hands, telling her to drop hers to her sides and started fucking her face like she was some kind of cheap whore, she coughed and spluttered a bit but he kept going, I was expecting my wife to pull away at any time but she just didn’t and did her best to cope with it. I noticed that her hand found her crotch and she was rubbing herself as he continued to fuck her beautiful soft mouth. He kept talking to her saying how good it felt and what a good slut she was already becoming for him, he also made the odd remark about how much I was enjoying watching her get used properly. None of these words were lost on my wife as she groaned and rubbed at her clit through her dress. No matter how vigorous it got she just screwed up her eyes and dutifully clung onto his manhood. He must have taken her like this for 5 minutes or so.

When he decided he was ready to fuck her he pulled him self away from her and offered his hand to help her get to her feet. My wife went to glance over at me as she stood but he turned her head away from me and ushered her into the bedroom. The door was left wide open. All I could see from my position was the bottom half of the bed. I heard him tell my wife to lie down on the bed and I saw her lower half spring into view as she lay on her back. He then walked to the bottom of the bed and undid his belt and let everything fall to the bedroom carpet. He stepped out of his clothes his cock proudly standing out in front of him and asked my wife if she wanted to feel his cock inside her again. I heard her murmur out a yes. He told her that if that was the best she could do he would get dressed again and leave her to fuck her husbands little dick instead. She immediately asked him to fuck her hard and fuck her deep. “PLEASE FUCK ME!” she said “I really need that amazing cock inside me again” He smiled at her then at me and said that was better. He climbed onto the end of the bed in between my wife’s open legs, lifted up her dress and, without any ceremony whatsoever, plunged himself all the way into her cunt.

No preparation, no foreplay, no checking to see if she was wet enough, though clearly she was, no condom, just one big push inside her. I saw my wife’s hands grip the side of the bed as she screamed out in delight. “Oh My God, I love your cock!” she shouted at the top of her voice. I watched him raise his ass as he withdrew, and then slam all the way back inside her. She screamed out again and again. By the 5th stroke she was cumming loud and hard. Fuck already? I thought what was she on tonight? She usually took quite a bit of stimulating before she reached orgasm although she did have the benefit of nearly always having an orgasm when we made love, which was more than my first wife ever did, and for that matter more than she had ever done with her first husband.

So if I was one step up from her first husband, my boss must be ten more steps up from me to make her cum that quick. He, on the other hand, wasn’t anything like ready to cum and fucked her in that position for quite a while, before deciding he wanted her naked on top of him. They pulled apart and rolled off the bed, my boss’ shirt was discarded as was my wife’s dress, as she came into view completely naked she somehow seemed even more vulnerable and I was feeling even more inadequate for not having the courage to stop this. Though God knows how I would have been able to prevent it in my condition.. Now that she had cum with him for the first time in front of me, she seemed even more under his spell.

My boss lay back on the bed with his feet overhanging the bottom slightly and my wife walked to the foot of the bed and stopped to look at him. She climbed onto the bed on all fours and immediately took his cock into her mouth. She sucked on him like a devoted slave as her perfect tits hung in full glory. He groaned as she took as much of him inside her mouth as she could manage for

He groaned as she took as much of him inside her mouth as she could manage for a few minutes gently sucking and pulling on his length with her lips. Then she climbed further over him so she was straddled over him and grabbing his cock lowered herself down onto him. My wife was in full view as she did this and the expression on her face as his cock slid inside her was awesome. Like a woman totally committed to riding the man beneath her. Her face was a picture of joy, satisfaction and pure lust. She looked down with her lips pouting as she started to move up and down on him, her tits started to slap as he lifted himself up to meet her thrusts.

Fuck this was erotic. I had always loved the way she had ridden me on top but somehow this was different, somehow more intense, somehow more connected. My wife was riding my boss like she was born to do it. My anxiety was as intense as ever, my dick as hard as ever and my world was destroyed more than ever, but fuck she looked good riding him. His hands grabbed her tits and he pulled them around roughly until she was riding him to the rhythm he wanted. It was at that moment that she turned to look at me and gave me a self satisfied smile as she slapped down again and again on her man, riding him for all she was worth; it was at that moment that I realized that she had never been happier in bed than she was right then, It was at that moment that I completely gave in, It was at that moment that I knew that things would never ever be the same again.


She turned away from me and started to really pay attention to his thrusts; she arched her back at the top of every stroke and thundered back down on to his cock. This was a hell of a fuck she was having, it was a hell of a fuck he was having, I had never seen anything like it in my life. Its one thing seeing some woman get banged in a porn movie, it’s quite another to watch your wife of 8 weeks with a guy 25 years her senior fucking her brains out. She was crying out on every thrust now, clearly close to orgasm, she writhed on top of him and with a series of frantic moves he groaned out and they locked together in a huge mutual climax. My wife’s face was screwed up in ecstasy as she came louder than I had ever seen before. It seemed to last an eternity and when she slumped forward and hence out of view I was in utter turmoil I felt so many different emotions at once and just didn’t know which one to process. FUCK! My old bastard of a boss had just dumped his load inside my writhing wife, which was enough to make me furious. But he had made her cum in a way I never had, which was enough to make me beg him to fuck her again. I was jealous, angry, horny and desperate for relief, all at once.

I struggled with my bonds wanting to get out there and fuck her myself, instead I noticed my wife roll off him and lay on the far side of the bed. They were obviously kissing and petting each other. I was more unsure about that than anything, lust was one thing, affection another. I knew, as strange as it might seem, that I would be more jealous of her kissing him than taking his cock inside her in a sexual frenzy. Kissing usually had underlying feelings; sex could be so much less than that. Anyhow, I was in no state to think it through and my boss was swinging his legs to get off the bed. He appeared at the doorway, looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. “You were right!” he said at the top of his voice, “ Your wife fucked me twice as hard when she knew you were watching, she felt incredible on top of me, Thanks for suggesting it and then setting up this evening, it was a brilliant idea! I am sure it took quite a bit of thinking through but it worked. Once your wife felt she could give in to the sexual attraction between us, there was no stopping it. I am in your debt!” I heard my wife laugh out and add “So am I Baby!”

What? Me? Suggesting it, setting it up what the fuck was he talking about…………….. Then I suddenly realized that this was the story he had told to her and this was his way of confirming to the truth to his lie. My wife had been told that I wanted it but that I was too afraid to suggest it outright. What a Bastard! What a double dealer, he had worked it all out and calculated everything perfectly. He knew exactly what he was doing, he had set up the situation, he had gauged her reactions pretty much, and more important than any of that he had come to realize that he could rely on me to be a complete pussy in the midst of it all. His dominance over me was his first consideration. His dominance over my wife was more carefully calculated. I was in the presence of a very clever and devious guy. I was pretty upset about what he had done but had to admit he had played his cards perfectly, when all I did was react to his every move, the way he expected me too.

He ran the tap on the hand basin and as the water spilt out he leant over to my ear and told me quietly that I truly had nothing to fear, all he wanted to do was fuck her, he had needed to fuck her, and now that it was done he wouldn’t fuck her again unless she insisted on it. He wasn’t into breaking up marriages and he had no desire to take her away from me in that way. I truly had nothing to worry about he wouldn’t do anything to prevent her from being my wife. She was just a piece of very nice fuck meat to him. He pulled away and started to urinate into the basin. I remember being strangely annoyed that he thought so little of my wife, how dare he speak about her like that when she had just given her all to him, who the fuck did he think he was……….then I realized that if he had feelings for her, he would be a threat, as it was, he might not be. Confused, as I had been all evening, I realized I couldn’t think any of this through, so perhaps I should be grateful that he felt like that. As he finished my wife was at the door, looking very flushed, a bit sweaty and well fucked. She beamed a huge smile at me, came over to me kissed my forehead and then dropped to her knees and grabbed my rampant cock. She squeezed it and cooed that it felt really nice for a small one. Then she laughed at her own joke and started to rub her encircled fingers up and down furiously. My boss just leant back on the basin amused and watched her jerk off her husband.

I was immediately with her leaving all thoughts of betrayal and trickery behind as I felt my own orgasm start to immediately build. “Mmmmmmmm” she sighed wrinkling her face to a lecherous look, “you are more than ready to cum aren’t you?” My breath was becoming uneven as I hoped she would either suck me into her mouth or straddle my lap with her cunt (or something, please something!) but instead she slowly moved her head towards my cock till I could feel her hot breath on my shaft and balls. Fuck I wasn’t going to last, her lips parted as she opened her mouth to take me inside. Fuck I was losing control, her head started to move down over my cock when……..Fuck I was fucking cumming, Oh Fuck! Not yet! Not yet! My wife pulled back, let go of my cock and I shot my lot into the air, some of it landed on her left tit but most of it spilled on to the floor. My wife chuckled as I sat there spent and out of breath. She said she had no idea that I liked to be tormented so much. Her “Not Quite” blow job had driven me over the edge, she added that she wouldn’t forget that.

As she stood up, she looked down at my sperm splashed on her left tit and said “Oh no, you left a mess, I need that cleaning up or your boss might not fuck me again, I can’t have that can I?” She looked my straight in the eye dead serious. I have no idea why I did it but I shook my head. My boss said he had already fucked her twice and it would be a liberty to do it again, but my wife said she really wanted him to fuck her again when he felt up to it and with that sunk to her knees in front of him and sucked the end of his cock into her mouth in one move. She pulled his cock into her soft mouth and looked up at him pleadingly and asked him to please fuck her again, though it was a bit distorted by the growing cock between her lips. He smiled to himself and said “No!” he didn’t think it was fair on her husband and besides she was dirty and needed cleaning up.

My wife was now in wanton mode again and stood up and stepped over to me. She said she was going to remove the gag and if I said even one word she would never fuck me again! Did I understand, I felt a stab of hurt with that remark, but forgave her, after all she was obviously fired up. My anxious nod confirmed my agreement and she was undoing the buckles and pulling the gag off me. She then picked up her tit and offered the spilt sperm to me to lick up. I didn’t want to, I truly didn’t want to but I was too scared not to so I just lapped it off in one gulp. “Good!” she said, and then with a very cruel look in her eyes she reached down to her sperm sodden cunt pushed two fingers inside and scooped out their combined juices and pushed her fingers straight into my mouth.

I was taken by complete surprise; I hadn’t expected this, despite events so far. There was no way I wanted to taste my boss’ sperm especially when it was being delivered from my wife’s fucked cunt. I looked at her letting out a yelp of concern. She just laughed at me and said that now she knew I loved to be tormented she wanted to see how far she could push me. The look on my face told her that this was going too far, she definitely noticed it and with her new found cruel streak she looked me straight in the eye and gave me a second dose of her cunt soaked fingers. She laughed again and said your face says one thing baby, but your cock says another. She was right. I looked down at my still rigid cock, it hadn’t lost any of its stiffness despite my recent climax. What the fuck was going on with it. When her fingers found my mouth for the 6th time she dropped her hand and kissed me open mouth on the lips, her tongue was all around my mouth and as she pulled away she spoke “Mmmmmm, don’t our juices taste good together, what do you think baby?” I looked at her, feeling very humiliated and down trodden, she expected a positive reply and I wasn’t allowed to speak, so I just nodded. She turned to my boss saying that her husband was dying to watch him fuck her again, she was dying for him to fuck her again so what was the problem. My boss, enjoying his power over her immensely, added that he might consider it but there would be conditions. My wife abandoned me and dropped to her knees infront of him kissing his semi erect cock and said “Anything!”

He started to say something and then changed his mind saying that it was a waste of time because neither of us would agree to it. My wife hungry for more of his cock urged him on, saying it would be alright and what were his terms? He said that we wouldn’t agree to it, so it was pointless to state them. My wife told him not to under estimate either of us, saying that as long as they were reamisterable we would agree to anything. He insisted that we wouldn’t and so it went on, the s*******ful charade was played out, and my devious and clever boss ramped up the expectations to his advantage. She could no longer say “no” to his terms, whatever they were, because it would make her look like she wasn’t sincere about wanting more of him. Furthermore if she wanted to agree to his terms, I would have too, because I was obviously not going to refuse any of her demands, no matter how I felt. This guy was a bastard in every way, he knew exactly how to play us, exactly how to get his way, and we had no chance of resisting his requirements.

Smiling at my wife as she gently sucked on his cock head he said “Ok, you are sure?” my wife nodded, “Right, I want you sexually and exclusively for 1 week starting now and ending midnight next Saturday night!” My wife’s eyes said that was a lot more than she was expecting. She had obviously thought it would be just letting him fuck her in a particular position or something. Her concerned face was obvious, but he ignored it and pressed his point “Is that alright?” I couldn’t help myself and said “No way!” She shot me a glance of disdain which said “What the fuck does this have to do with you?” I went to further object but froze mid sentence realizing that this was down to her and if I interfered she would never forgive me. Realizing his advantage he pressed her further “Is that too much for you?” My wife said it was more than she had expected but that it would be fine, for just one week.

My boss said he wanted her to realize what his terms meant, if he made demands she might not initially like, he wouldn’t put up with any excuses from her during the week. He added that exclusive meant just that, she could not have any kind of sexual intimacy with me. She would do absolutely anything he asked of her and they would have a safe word incase one of his requirements were too much for her. However if he heard the safe word just once it would all stop, then and there. Their sexual relationship would come to an abrupt end. “What I am really saying to you” he continued, “ is that I expect you to trust me and if something doesn’t initially appeal to you, you should give it a chance because if you give me your complete trust, I will improve your sexual experience beyond your wildest dreams, I am quite sincere about making the whole thing a positive experience for you!” My wife smiled at him, “But I need you to completely comply with my every wish in order to achieve that. Your husband will usually be present during your sexual development as he suffers continued denial and occasional restraint! What do you say? Do we have a deal?” My wife nodded and voiced her agreement, “And your husband?” They both turned to look at me, him with amusement at my plight, her with a look that dared me to even think about saying No! I nodded and dropped my head in resignation. “Good!” he said, “Then we can start the proceedings with a little ceremony!”

He told my wife to release me, my arms had been aching for longer than I could ever remember before and as the cuffs were removed I felt instant relief. She looked at me with a stare that said “Behave yourself!” Clearly she had no intention of behaving herself. My boss had walked into the main bedroom as she tended to me and when we eventually followed him moments later he was already lying on the bed. He told my wife to kneel at the bed edge on all fours and suck him hard again. She immediately complied and wrapped her lips around his cock. He then told me to kneel on the floor behind her and lick her cunt clean ready for another fucking. I heard my wife’s gasp of excitement at the prospect and realizing that I simply had no choice but to obey him, I sank to my knees behind her.

Her cunt was very mushy and reeked of his semen. Her juices were also present but his 2 loads were the dominant odor. I gently kissed her cunt lips hoping I might get away with that but she popped her head up and chastised me to do it properly and so I plunged my tongue right in and started to suck her out. It was both pleasant and revolting at the same time. I had always loved licking her but somehow his sperm changed the whole experience. You must recognize that I had never had a gay or bi bone in my body. Women had always been my thing and here I was takeing another guys juice from my wife’s pussy. I did get used to it and by the time I finished I felt a sense of achievement in a perverse sort of way.

When he was suitably hard and it was considered I had licked her long enough. He stood up off the bed and told my wife to lie on her back with her legs wide open. I was made to shuffle along and reach over and spread her cunt lips wide. Feeling a total gooseberry I did this and made the mistake of looking to my boss for approval, his sneer was unmistakable. He was getting just as much satisfaction from dominating us both, as he was from fucking my wife. He knelt on the bed between her legs and wriggled him self up ready to enter her. He told my wife to raise her spread legs and to reach round and take her spread cunt off me. Then he looked me straight in the eye and told me to hold his shaft about halfway down and put it into my wife. He added that this deed would seal the deal and my wife would be his for the week and having given her to him I would then do nothing to stop it and everything I could to help make it the best week of her life. I nervously reached for his throbbing hard shaft, it felt strange to hold another guys cock, something I had never done before, but I did and then I pulled it towards my wifes spread cunt. Brought his knob into contact with her outer folds then pushed him in. I immediately let go as he pushed himself all the way in to the hilt, making my wife gasp all over again.

He told me to sit on my hands on the chair by the bedside table. I got up and complied, feeling a complete wimp with a hard dick who wasn’t even going to get to stroke while he fucked her. He then told me to ask my wife to kiss him and give herself to him completely. The words sounded weak and pathetic but in the electrified moment I said “Baby, please kiss him I want you to give all of yourself to him!” My wife didn’t need telling twice she was already reaching up for his mouth to make contact with hers and, as I had predicted, watching her mash her mouth against his like that, with such passion was far more upsetting than anything I had so far seen. She was in total abandon with him. She had absolutely no control over herself. At the very least she must have felt an underlying attraction to him from the outset but it had been hard to see why…. He was much older and no oil painting.

He fucked her for a good 5 minutes, then suddenly it hit me, it was his power his arrogance his self assuredness that had aroused her. Once he had decided he wanted to fuck her,back on our wedding day just 8 weeks ago, it was bound to happen. Their kissing came to and end as he picked up his pace and started to fuck her a bit harder, he mirrored my thoughts by telling her that he had decided on our wedding day that he was going to fuck her. “I couldn’t take my eyes of your tits!” he said. My wife laughed as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts saying she did notice and went out of her way to show them off to him several times that day just to see if she could make his clothes bulge. Was this a confession of attraction or not, I couldn’t decide either way but it was, at the very least, an admission that she had noticed him looking at her and liked it. He tormented her in time to his strokes, I….. am going….. to fuck….. your brains out……… by the end…….. of the week, ……….you will…………. need help………. to walk …………next Sunday. My wife screamed out and came really loudly as he slammed in and out of her with a hell of a power. Whatever else my boss may be, I had to admit that he was really good at fucking. As he added another dose of cum to her cunt, I knew that my wife was forever changed and my role would be diminished in the aftermath of this experience. But despite it all I had no idea how much it would diminish, if I had known I would probably have gone berserk.

They both lay there spent in each others arm, kissing very passionately, he pulled out of her and moved up her body placing his slimy cum covered cock into her willing mouth. He shouted out for me to get my head between her legs and clean her out. I knelt at the foot of the bed and did so. I held my breath during the first few seconds of licking up his cum. His sperm was much stronger smelling than mine, which didn’t help. I did my best to take in as much as I could powering my fully extended tongue into her as much as possible. It was both repulsive and a turn on at the same time, as I settled in to licking his cum out of her, my right hand found my cock and I found myself stroking, I came in seconds.

My boss moved down to my wife’s tits and pushed his cock all over them and fucked her cleavage with his semi erection. My wife was pushing her tits together but he stopped her and called me up to take over that duty. Feeling totally dominated and inadequate I pushed her tits around his cock. He wasn’t really fucking them just playing with her, seeing how much she would let him do. I noticed my wife’s nipples were hard, so she was obviously still very aroused. He sat upright and stopped, leaving his cock in between her tits, and told me to dress and go and relax in the back seat of his car. It was in the hotel car park. I started to protest but one look from my wife shut me up. He told me to return and wake them at 8.30am and handed me one of the cards that acted as the room key. He said that if they decided to fuck again, he would text me so I could come up and watch but otherwise he wanted me to “fuck off” and leave them to rest for now. Feeling horrible to be dismissed in such a way, I quickly dressed. Stupidly I went to kiss my wife goodnight when I went to leave. I was chastised and told I could kiss her cunt if I must. So I did and walked out of the room clutching his keys. It was clever of him to make me relax in his car because without my own keys I couldn’t sneak off home.

I spent the worse night of my life in that car in complete turmoil, I wanted to storm in there and kick his ass, but I just didn’t have the courage. I wanted to drive his fucking car into a wall but I was too scared. Instead, I was knocking on the hotel room door at precisely 8.30am. My boss called for me to come in. As I opened the door I immediately spotted the back of my wife’s head. She was lying down between his legs and obviously kissing or sucking his cock. He was half perched up the bed with his hands behind his head and talking to me taking no notice of my wife who, as she came into my full view, was sucking and drawing on his cock for all she was worth. He looked straight at me, like it was a meeting at work and told me to pick up my keys and go home and get my wife’s things, he handed me a list in her handwriting, he said he expected me back by 9.15am. That was pushing it. It was a 20 minute journey each way. He said I needed to be quick so she could be ready in time for breakfast. During all of this my wife totally ignored me and slurped away as she sucked his cock. To say it was unreal would be an understatement. I turned and left not quite knowing what to say.

I drove home in a daze like it was all a bad dream, I was now worried that I had lost my wife to him on every level and was feeling low and depressed, I quickly through together the list of things she wanted and jumped back in the car. By the time I got back my brain had been working overtime and I was almost overwhelmed with sadness and fear.

I knocked on the door again and this time, it was my wife’s voice that called me in. she was on the bed and my boss was obviously in the bathroom. My wife leapt up, as I walked in, clearly excited and on a high, her face was glowing and she looked very satisfied. She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek, hugged me and thanked me for letting her play out this game. To hear her say that was such a relief to me that I started to cry, she asked what was wrong, like it wasn’t a stupid question, I told her I thought I was losing her and to hear her say it was just a game………….. as I shook she told me to stop being so stupid she wasn’t going to leave me, my boss was only interested in her sexually and, as it happened, she had fantasized about being someone’s slut since her first husband cheated on her. I have to say I wondered why I was being punished for his indiscretions but now wasn’t the time. My wife had confirmed that this was just a game, so after breakfast we would be on our way and………….well we would play that one by ear.

She opened the case I had brought and started getting dressed and ready for breakfast,. My boss joined us from the bathroom, now fully dressed and asked me to tie his shoe laces, feeling a lot better thanks to my wife’s reassurance I knelt down and complied.
He told me to go and freshen up whilst my wife did her hair and make up and 20 minutes later we were on our way down to breakfast. I wasn’t very hungry my stomach had been churning all night and I was feeling a bit delicate, but they were both ravenous. My wife looked fantastic and in her rich orange top and her skin positively glowed. At my boss’ behest I took a picture of them at the table, they cuddled up to each other he had his arm around her reaching all the way around to her tit. I took a picture of my wife in a public restaurant with my boss’ hand on her tit and she clearly loved it.

As we left the restaurant they held hands like star crossed lovers, I walked slightly behind them. I later found out that as I was doing the run to get her things he hadn’t fucked her, he had only let her suck his cock but only on condition that she would ignore everything else, including me, as she did it. So she was obviously more than ready for more fucking with him. We approached the room and the maid was just finishing up the room, she soon left and my boss summoned my wife to her knees infront of him and told her to suck his cock. She had his cock out of his clothes and into her mouth in a shot. I just stood there feeling obsolete and pathetic, he told me to grab the camera from my coat and to take another picture of them. I expected my wife to object to this, afterall this could be used as blackmail material in the future but she obviously trusted him and dutifully sucked his cock as her eyes smiled at the camera.

Under his direction I took several shots. She looked amazing with his cock in her mouth and her cheeks showing she was drawing on it. Her cleavage was bursting out of her orange top and the shots were pretty erotic, I felt my cock hardening up again. I didn’t find out for several days that my boss has slipped Viagra into my take last night which is why I was hard for 6 hours non stop. This morning however it was all my own doing. My boss told her to scoop out her tits so they spilled over the top of her scooped neckline, this had the effect of pushing her tits together and made them bulge even more than usual, she looked fantastic and when his cock returned to her mouth I took some more photos, this time of my own doing and my boss was clearly impressed too. After a few minutes of this he stood her up and turned her around so she was facing me with him behind her. She let her hands fall to her side and his grabbed at her tits roughly. I clicked away not missing the lecherous look on his face as he mauled and pulled at my wife’s fantastic tits. Her expression was a mixture of throwing her head back and sighing to a look of wanton woman straight at the camera.

He didn’t see this at the time but I knew he would approve when he reviewed the pictures later. Another change of position had my wife back on her knees and holding her tits together as he fucked her cleavage, He clearly was obsessed with her tits and it showed as another dozen photos were added to the camera. Then he turned her around and leant her over slightly and lifted her skirt to reveal her naked ass, he squeezed and fondled her ass cheeks and pulled her apart to reveal her wet cunt and puckered asshole. He rubbed his fingers up and down her cunt lips reaching around to prod her clit now and again to great effect. Then he turned her sideways to the camera bent her right over and mounted her in one stroke from behind. As he slapped into her ass her tits and hair went everywhere, the effect was fucking amazing on camera as well as on my wife, she immediately got into it and I thought she was going to cum, but he stopped before she did. Christ I thought what is he going to do to her next?



He pulled out and made her kneel on the bed on all fours as he knelt behind her and remounted her doggy fashion. My wife was pretty close to cumming and groaned out her approval as he slapped into her, he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he fucked her harder. I clicked away with the camera moving around the bed but not going infront of my wife incase I spoiled the moment for her. He released her ass and scooped up her hair with his right hand. As he fucked her harder he yanked her head up as he pulled at her hair, it was about as debaucherous as you could get. My wife was now a slut just for him and he knew it. The slap as he slammed into her each time was very loud and I wondered if anyone else in the hotel could hear them, my wife didn’t help when she yelled out, and with a very loud moan. He increased the speed and then pushed hard into her as she completely lost herself and came in a very long, loud orgasm. From his expression it looked like he was creaming her insides at the same time and my cock was a blur as the camera fell to the bed. It was soon joined by a splash of my semen as they collapsed in a heap. My boss falling on top of my wife and her head buried into the mattress.

None of us said anything for a few minutes and then my boss spotted my sperm on the bed and laughed. He looked at me and said I was utterly pathetic and should never have been allowed anywhere near a woman as amazing as my wife. Then, with a wry grin, he added, “Except to clean up”. I got the message and as he rolled off her I took my place between her legs and sought out her cunt with my tongue. Despite my best efforts I couldn’t really do anything meaningful to clean her up. I was only just penetrating her lips with my tongue and my boss’ cum was obviously much deeper than that. Realizing my plight, my boss told me to lie on my back and he got my wife to sit on my face. As he then stood on the bed for her to clean him. As she wriggled around sucking him, big gloops of their juices, though it tasted mostly of sperm, slopped down into my mouth. I had more than a few mouthfuls of it and swallowed it down as best I could feeling both aroused and disgusted at once. When she lifted herself off me, my face was covered in their juices. As she walked over to the bathroom my boss came into view standing with his cock semi erect and holding the camera. He made me stand still as he took several shots of my sloppy face. Quietly laughing to himself as he recorded the moment.

Before my wife had made it out of the bathroom I was walking down the hotel corridor clutching my boss’ car keys. All I had on was my shirt, jeans and trainers and with my face still smelling of their fucking it felt like everyone was looking at me disdainfully. My boss had told me to fuck off and take his car to be washed and to valet the inside. There was a self clean carwash place up the road that we both knew, he told me it had better be perfect or I wouldn’t get my wife back for a month. The car wash was really busy, it was a nice day and Sunday morning too. It took me over an hour to clean inside and out to a good standard and I returned to the hotel almost 90 minutes later. I was sweaty as well as smelly now and as I knocked on the door I thought about how I would never normally wander around a posh hotel like this without looking the part. Today was different though, today I was no longer a man, just a cuckold to a lovely wife, a servant to a new master, a thing to be used accordingly. My boss opened the door and told me to shower quickly; my wife was drying her hair and totally ignored me. By the time I emerged from the bathroom she was fully made up and looking radiant, she was also on her knees letting him roll his cock all over her face, smearing her lipstick and eye shadow, like a wanton slut. She did nothing to stop him and everything to encourage him. I genuinely had never had any idea that my wife was capable of behaving like this. Somehow she looked very natural doing this, like it was something she had been waiting to do, given the chance with the right guy. FUCK! How was my boss the right guy? He was just an arrogant bastard with power she couldn’t resist. Now the line was well and truly crossed, I confess I was just a little scared; however my wife trusted him, trusted his judgment and experience, so she felt no fear whatsoever and it really showed.

He allowed her to touch up her make up, which was much heavier than usual, and we left the room, me walking a few steps behind them hand in hand. I fetched my boss’ car and watched them get into the back. I then drove them to a store my boss knew in a less salubrious part of town. I pulled up outside, was made to hand over my credit card and waited as they ventured inside. They were gone a good half an hour and returned to the car with a big bag of goodness knows what and told me to drive to another store he knew. Three stores later we were on our way to a bar he used. Their conversation revealed that my wife was a bit unsure about what they had bought but my boss said she had to trust him otherwise the deal was off, she immediately stopped protesting and started to change in the car. Her clothes were thrown into the front seat as we drove. Her top, her bra, her skirt and her shoes all made their way forward. By the time we arrived my wife’s appearance had drastically altered. She wore a very low-cut leopard print top, with a bra beneath which really pushed her tits out to highlight her amazing cleavage. Her bottom half housed a leather look skirt cut much shorter than usual. At the angle I was at in the front seat I could clearly see her stocking tops. On her feet were stilettos, with huge heels. She looked like a whore; the only thing she lacked was confidence.

I was pretty unhappy about this, I said I thought it was going too far to go out in public with her looking like that, my boss immediately slapped me down saying it was up to my wife to decide, not me. He added that if she wasn’t happy to trust him then she should just say the safe word and it would all end. My wife hesitated and he said he knew she secretly desired to go out somewhere where she wasn’t known and be seen as the slut she had always fantasized about being. He asked her what the point of their earlier discussion was, if she couldn’t go through with it. He said she would be perfectly safe with him, all she would be subjected too was prying, lustful eyes and that would make her feel dirty and cheap. He said he was happy to guarantee that she would be so wet down there in just 20 minutes that they would have to leave to get back to the hotel to fuck again. I looked at her hoping to hear her say no but I was disappointed. She got out of the car, obviously feeling very self conscious, heads of passers by turned to look at her. Her size highlighting the way she was dressed even more. She looked both fantastic and cheap at the same time, I was even more scared now, what the fuck was he doing letting my wife go out dressed like that.

She stumred along side him into the bar as I waited in the car as instructed, I could see straight into the bar, it had a large glass frontage. They sat on stools at the bar, my wife’s skirt riding up a little as she perched herself down. The car had darkened glass so It was easy for me to watch what was going on without anyone seeing me staring. Every male head in there was turned to look at her. Sunday or not, there were plenty of lustful faces in there. They sat talking and drank a while, several guys stopped to chat to them for a few minutes each, clearly my boss knew them and they laughed and joked about goodness knows what. My boss was confident and at home with the situation, my wife looked uneasy and very self conscious, but despite that she commanded everyone’s attention in that bar. As far as I could tell she was the only female in there. I was going out of mind with worry with her dressed like that in an all male environment. Thirty minutes passed with agonizing slowness then suddenly my boss got up to leave, helped my wife to her feet and two other guys immediately joined them and followed them out to the car.

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I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on as one of the guys got into the front of the car and introduced himself as Dan, he was a guy about my own age but more heavily built and very little hair. I tried to see what was going on in the back of the car, my wife was completely silent as my boss and the other guy who looked like he was in his early 50’s chatted to one another, as they sandwiched my wife in the middle. I was told to drive, and when I asked where, my boss gave me a destination I knew on the outskirts of town. We hadn’t traveled a hundred yards before my boss opened his fly and told my wife to show his friends what a good cock sucker she was. The guy next to me strained around to watch. My wife said there wasn’t room, hoping to be spared this show for his friends but my boss gave out a few instructions and the other guy in the back moved to the centre seat as my wife knelt on the outside seat bridged herself over his lap to bring her mouth over to my boss’ cock. Thank God I thought for tinted glass, without it passers by would have seen her ass staring out the window. You also have to remember, I was driving as carefully as I could during all this, so I only got glimpses of what was going on but both guys cheered out approval when my wife wrapped her lips around his cock.

It was all academic really her hair fell forward and you couldn’t see a thing for more than a glimpse, when I next looked my boss was holding her hair roughly and pushing her head up and down over his lap, fucking her face. The guy in the centre seat was feeling her tits with one hand and her ass with the other, laughing with the guy in the front about how good she felt. Although I wasn’t watching at the time, I knew the moment that the guy in the back touched my wife’s clit because she yelped out in delight and after just a minute or so of groaning she was cumming on his fingers. My boss pushed her head down hard on his cock as she orgasmed, adding to the intensity of it. Then there was a wriggling around of bodies as they all changed position and so she could suck on the other guy. Fuck I didn’t even know his name and there was my wife lowering her head to suck on his cock in a car as I drove them around. He bobbing head was a blur in the back of the car and this time I couldn’t see hardly at all as her head was behind my seat. Needless to say he didn’t last long and he shouted out as he gushed his seed into her mouth. What? I had to get it straight in my mind. My wife, dressed like a whore, had just sucked a stranger off in a car as I just drove it around. Was this some kind of wet dream? No FUCK! It was real, happening right now, just 8 weeks ago we were waking up on the first morning of our honeymoon, and today she was sucking this guy off in a car. It was beyond belief but there it was! Going on right in front of me, or behind me to be exact.

I was told to pull over and Dan swapped places with the guy in the back. The guy now sitting in the front seat introduced himself as Ken and shook my hand, I just murmured back a “hello” as we shook. What the fuck was I doing shaking hands with a stranger who had just cum in my wife’s mouth I don’t now, but it was all a bit of an unreal blur for me I guess. My boss shouted that I should head back to the bar as my wife was performing better than he had expected and there would be enough time for Dan to get sucked off. Sadly Dan was behind my seat so once again I didn’t get to see much just the slurping noises and his groan as he splashed into her mouth a few minutes later. I heard him thank her saying “that was great”. Then my wife sat back up and rested a moment grabbing my boss’ hard on with what now seemed almost affectionate fingers. I caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror, her lipstick was smudged and she looked hot and sweaty. My boss asked if she was ok as she rubbed gently at his shaft. She said she was fine. In a few more minutes we were arriving back at the bar when my boss turned to my wife and said “Had enough or want to go again?” as if it was a ride in an amusement park. My wife said she needed fucking again but didn’t mind if he wanted her to do it again. There was a definite rise of interest from the 2 other guys in the car at this point but my boss brought proceedings to an end and said “Perhaps another day!” to Dan and Ken as they left the car thanking my wife and boss for the ride.

Once we were alone I said that this was going too far and it wasn’t fair to expect me to sit back and say and do nothing while he made a whore of my wife. “She’ not a whore!” he said “We didn’t make them pay for it!” My wife confirmed that this was true and it was just a bit of fun they were having playing pretend. I said there was nothing pretend about giving two strangers blow jobs. My boss said Ken and Dan were two of his oldest friends, they were not strangers, it really wasn’t a problem. I pointed out that they were strangers to my wife and that was what counted. My boss, not liking my tone, said she had promised to trust him and there was nothing to fear from that. He turned to her and said “Do you still trust me?” my wife looking at him smiled and said she did, absolutely , then turned on me saying I was being unreamisterable. I had agreed to it too, why was I complaining, I said I thought the reamister was obvious, she had just sucked off two strangers and her fucking anyone other than my boss was not part of the deal. My boss chipped in on that one and asked, “When did I say she would only be fucking me? I actually said she wouldn’t be fucking you, THAT was the deal!”

FUCK, he was right that was the deal! My wife was still annoyed with me for raising a fuss. I thought this was all very unfair and said so. My boss turned to my wife and said that I had a point, perhaps they should call it all off. He didn’t want to come between us emotionally, if I couldn’t handle it? “Of course he can handle it!” said my now annoyed wife realizing her week of sexual abandon was slipping away from her. “ Cant you?” she said straight back at me with a look that would ******* under the right circumstances “ Er…. Er ….er” I stammered out. She repeated the question. So feeling utterly stupid, and hating the way she was looking at me, I said I was sorry, and added that I was probably feeling a bit jealous. My boss said I should try and look at the bigger picture, my wife was getting an experience that would change her forever and I would get some of the benefit of that. I politely pointed out that it had only been 8 weeks since our wedding and it was all a bit much. My boss said he understood and it might be better if I wasn’t present for the rest of the week because, that way I wouldn’t have to deal with any thing I might not like. Now he had me on the ropes and I heard myself protesting that I was sorry and it would be fine. With the smuggest smile I have ever seen he said that I probably felt left out and when we got back to the hotel I could have the present they had bought for me this morning. That might help me deal with it all a little better. To say he was condescending with this suggestion would be an understatement. I drove back to the hotel as my wife sucked his cock in the back of the car. What the fuck did he have planned next? With my heart in my mouth I drove the car back to the hotel.

My wife changed back into her orange top as we pulled into the hotel carpark, she laughed saying she thought the new top might be going too far in the hotel. She kept on the short skirt though I noticed. I walked behind them hand in hand through the lobby, her turning heads just as she had done the night before, only this time she was his prize to be envied not mine. Once back in the room he told me to strip off, I didn’t have a problem with that so I obeyed. My wife changed back into her “Whore” top as I did this. Then he handed me some shaving foam and a razor and told me to go into the bathroom and shave my pubes, he said I wasn’t to come back out until i was completely bald down there. If any hair remained I would be sent straight back, after being punished first. I looked at him bewildered and was about to object when I caught a glance from my wife daring me to disobey, So, I looked down to the floor and went into the bathroom. It took me quite a while to shave my pubic hair. I had never shaved down there before and I was pretty hairy. As I was occupied with this, my wife was obviously getting that fucking she had craved all the way back in the car, and it seemed to me she was louder than ever. But that may have been because I was reduced to just being allowed to hear it rather than watch it.

As I returned back into the bedroom my wife, disheveled but still in her new outfit, let out an exaggerated humiliating whoop of approval of my labors. I was called over and allowed to lick my boss’ cum from her cunt as she sat back cleaning up his cock. I was told to stroke as I licked her and not wanting to miss an opportunity to cum I pulled wildly at my cock as I did this. She looked fucking amazing and it was all over in just a few minutes. Not the strongest orgasm I had ever had but that might have been because I was feeling so mixed up now. My emotions were emerging now and then and if my wife caught sight of them I knew it would cause more trouble than it was worth. I was sent to wash my own crotch so I was nice and clean, as according to my boss they had a surprise for me. When I returned my wife called me over to where she sat at the end of the bed and giggled as she rubbed some baby oil over my cock and balls, she said it looked cute without the hair and that she wished she’d made me do it years ago. Her massaging fingers were not lost on my small cock as it responded to her in the only way it knew how. “No, No!” she said I don’t want it hard right now I need it to feel soft and warm in my hands. I said it had a mind of its own, to which she said “ I know it has baby, that’s why we need to tame it”

She flicked my left ball with her fingers and pain shot straight through me, I wasn’t expecting that. I winced and started to protest but she put her fingers to my lips and said “SSSHHHHHHH!” I said please don’t do that again in a restrained voice and she cooed at me telling me to just relax and go soft and all will be well. My boss was behind me in that moment and slipped the handcuffs on me. My wife’s reassuring smile was the last thing I saw as I was blindfolded. “Uhuuh!” said my wife as my cock twitched at the thought of what might happen whilst I was blindfolded, “Stay soft!” she added. I just stood there a moment as I heard a rustling of paper and they chatted about how it, whatever it was, went together and all of this as if I wasn’t there.
“Now!” she said stand perfectly still. I felt something slip over my penis which felt like like a hard sheath, then a ring was clipped around the whole of my cock and balls at the base of the shaft. Then it was removed and then placed there again with a few other clicks and snaps. My wife’s voice found my ear and said” Baby!, I love seeing you in this, seeing you wear it will make me so happy!” I laughed back saying “What is it?” You must remember I was very naïve about what sex aids were available on the market. I would have been horrified if I had ever been given the chance to see the device and would definitely have objected to it being fitted on my cock As it was I thought it was something that would heighten my sexual experience. In a very peculiar way, it was just that.

When the blindfold and hand cuffs were removed, I quickly got the idea of what the device was about. It was made of see-through plastic bent into a downward curve around the shaft and fixed with a small padlock to a clear plastic ring behind my balls. The ring had some kind of, for want of a better word, gentle teeth that only bit into me if I struggled against it. I was told it was called a CB and its purpose was obvious, there was no way I could stroke myself in it. I didn’t realize straight away that it would also stop me from having an erection. But when I did I lost it and said that this was going too far and how was this supposed to make the week special for me. My wife just laughed and said of course it will, just imagine how pent up and ready you will be for me by Saturday if you cant have sex before then. Wow, you will be fantastic when you fuck me. I wasn’t impressed I felt hollowed out inside; part of me was genuinely scared of this device. Fuck what if they didn’t let me out of it, but my wife’s words had also hit home. Yes it would be great to fuck her so full of passion and fire. Yes it would be great, but I just wasn’t expecting it. This device was a primister for my cock. Oh my God! How am I supposed to be happy about that?

My wife told me to calm down, and that I was only having a panic attack. Everything would be ok in my boss’ hands. We could trust him, he would guide us. I wasn’t so convinced so my wife resorted to cuddling me and stroking my head with soothing words, just as if I was 4 years old. I realized that I had long lost any kind of choice about all of this and tried to go with it, she obviously had approved of my cock cage, otherwise it wouldn’t have been bought and fitted so easily. Fucking Hell! It hadn’t been a day since he first fucked her and already he had more control over her than I had ever had, but then again I hadn’t felt a need to control her, so I hadn’t tried to do that. She was her own woman first and mine second, at the moment it felt like both she and I had been demoted as she was obviously HIS first. As if on cue my boss stood along side me telling her that she had reassured me enough and to get to her knees. Her lips found his semi hard cock, she sucked on it like an old friend now. I had not seen her properly in the car when she had sucked cock dressed like that but the full effect was not lost on me now. My cock twitched strained and pushed against the unyielding walls of my CB, I let out a pant of frustration and seeing me they both laughed. My wife acting more cruelly than I would ever have given her credit for. “Where are the keys for this thing” I spat out, completely non plussed my boss showed me, they were already on a chain around his neck. “You don’t think I am going to leave them with your wife, so you can talk her out of it do you?” he quipped. “Don’t worry you will get them back next Saturday, unless you specifically ask me not to give them to you!” What the fuck did that mean, of course I wont ask him to keep them, by then I would be climbing up the wall.


There was then a bit of amused commotion as my wife found a skimpy pair of frilly pink panties that clearly didn’t belong to her. She told me that they had been bought especially for me and she hoped they would fit. I was just dumbfounded, what had they taken me for. I knew my boss had a nasty streak I had been subjected to a few of his rants and raves at work in the past, and knew better than to argue with him but where was my wife getting this new found disdain from, I had always done my best to please her in bed, and as far as I knew I hadn’t done that bad for her, despite my modest cock. She just waved them in front of me saying she wanted to see me try them on. Feeling like a complete idiot I took them from her and slipped them on and over my CB. She looked at me and giggled and said that they looked cute on me, adding I should wear them all the time from now on, she turned and picked up from where she left off sucking my boss’ cock.. I felt unfairly humiliated and put down as I stood there infront of them both, I dropped my head in shame, then felt a twitch in my cock cage. Fuck! Part of me was enjoying this but of course I couldn’t get hard, so only I noticed my straining captured cock. They were too busy now anyhow. My wife was still sucking his cock when he told me to go and get the shaving gear and a towel as my wife’s crotch was next? Was he going to find a away to chastise her too I wondered, then realized that he now didn’t need to, I was well and truly out of the way and even if I persuaded my wife to fuck me behind his back, that wasn’t now going to be possible. She slurped and drew on his half hard cock as I did his bidding.

Despite it all I was impressed with my boss’ cock, at 61 years old he had fucked her twice last night and twice today, I would have had more than enough if that had been me, but he just took her in his stride and I didn’t doubt for one minute that he could fuck her again right now if he wanted too. He decided to shave her himself, not trusting me to not nick her delicate flesh, also he had obviously done this before a number of times by the way he did it. He got fed up of me standing there silently watching and told me to get dressed. I shuffled away and complied, I was then sent down to buy some sandwiches for lunch. I was told exactly where to go and how to get there. It meant walking about half a mile through a local Shopping Mall. I left leaving him to finish off the baring of my wife’s pubes. I closed the door behind me like I was leaving his office after a dressing down at work. Well I guess that bit was true because I felt like everyone could see through my clothes that I was wearing panties with a caged shaved cock underneath. It was a very weird feeling, my crotch felt completely transformed and I was over aware of my clothes rubbing against it. I don’t suppose anyone took so much as a second glance at me, but to me it felt like I was being stared at by everyone. When I returned to the room almost an hour later they were gone. A note was on the bed which said, “Back soon, rub yourself off while you are waiting…. Oh you can’t, lol” I put the TV on and sat there waiting like a fool for almost another hour. When they did return it was with another few bags of goodness knows what. My wife kissed me on the cheek as they returned saying my boss needed a few more things from home. I shuddered to think what they might be.

We sat down to eat the sandwiches I had bought for lunch. It felt like they were now the couple and I was the gooseberry. I was sent on yet another errand to get batteries when we finished eating. When I returned to the hotel, I entered the room to find it empty except for the bed. That was occupied by my wife. My boss was no where to be seen. She was naked and tied to the bed, legs and arms a kimbo, her now smooth cunt on full spread -eagled view. The ball gag was in her mouth and she was blindfold. She was totally vulnerable and wouldn’t be able to stop anyone from fucking her if they wanted too. Despite her plight my cock jolted in its cage reminding me that I wasn’t going to get a turn. I stood there for a while studying her shaved cunt pink and glistening in the rooms lights, she looked fucking amazing like that and the urge to fall to my knees and kiss and lick her down there was really huge. I was stopped from doing that however because of a note in my boss’ hand writing placed between her spread legs. It said “Do not touch or speak to your wife, in any way. Stand at the foot of the bed and take a picture of her on your phone, then send it to this number………….(The number was then written out, it wasn’t my boss’ phone or any other number I recognized)…….“If you get a reply, answer any questions in a positive and giving manner, you are not allowed to say no in any way.” I took a big gulp and found myself putting my phone into camera mode and took the picture. Fuck, I was worried about sending it, it wasn’t like I recognized any of the numbers. God knows why I was carrying on doing this but a few minutes later it was all done. I stood there worrying about what I might now be starting, and feeling guilty about not freeing my wife and running away from all this. I knew in my heart she would hate it if I had done that.

A few moments later my phoned beeped that I had received a reply, I opened the message it said “very nice, who is she? where are you?” I responded with “My wife” and gave the name of the hotel. Another beep “She need fucking?” I answered with “She has been fucking all day sir” which was true at least. “Can I come over right now and fuck her?” I said “It is not my place to allow that”. The next message was pushier, “Are you saying No?” I replied “I am not saying No!” “Then the answer is yes! Room No?” I knew it was pointless to resist my instructions, so I text it back and sat on a chair waiting for goodness knows who to come over and fuck my wife.

The knock on the door made me jump; I walked over to it and opened it ever so slowly. It was my boss he had left his key behind, so God knows what would have happened if I hadn’t come back with mine, my wife would have been there waiting for someone to find her like that. He asked me if I had followed his instructions, I said that I had and showed him the messages. He took the phone from me and rang the number, he told whoever it had been that he was not going to let anyone fuck her just yet, that hadn’t been agreed but thanked the guy for helping him test me. He added “if you like I will arrange for you to see her at the usual place?” He clearly got a positive answer. I asked if that had been either Ken or Dan form this morning, my boss just looked at me and said “No it was someone else!” He didn’t elaborate. He looked down at my helpless wife and said he enjoyed a bit of bondage and working on a helpless, yet willing woman was always fun.

I was told to sit on a chair in the corner and to keep absolutely quiet. He spent about 5 minutes setting up a tripod and a small camera at the foot of the bed aiming down in between my wife’s spread legs. It was connected to a laptop which he spent a while setting up. Fuck he was going to show her on line on a webcam and my wife wouldn’t have a clue he was doing it. Shit! Shit! Shit

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