Becca Bellamy
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Your Wife, Taken by Your Boss
🕑 Added 2023-09-28 04:53:30 +0000 UTCThe company Christmas party. That’s the first time it happened. You and your wife were having a delightful conversation with your boss when he asked you to grab another bottle of champagne for the three of you to enjoy.
By the time you returned, they were gone. You noticed some of your coworkers giving you sideways glances. Some clearly felt sympathy for you. You knew your boss had a fondness for seducing the wives of his employees.
You never imagined your wife would allow herself to be seduced by him, though. You didn’t believe it as you were standing alone at the party with a bottle of champagne in your hand. You thought it had to be something else. Perhaps your wife had simply excused herself to the bathroom and your boss had moved on to another couple.
You waited for a few minutes, but then it started to feel awkward. People were looking at you. You knew they were assuming your wife had gone off with your boss. You had to find out if their suspicions were true.
With the bottle of champagne still in your hand, you made your way to the elevators and pushed the up button. You stepped inside and hit the button for your boss’s floor. Your heart pounded as the elevator doors closed. You tried to calm yourself, but it wasn’t working.
When the doors opened, you slowly stepped out. You turned and took a few steps towards the executive suites. For a moment, you considered going back down to the party and forgetting any of this had happened. You would just wait for your wife and assume that nothing had happened.
You knew you’d always wonder, though. You couldn’t do that to yourself. You had to know if she’d become the latest subject of your boss’s unrelenting lust. Normally it was impossible to get near his office without his secretary stopping you, but she was at the party so you could move freely down the hall.
You stopped when you heard the moaning. You knew that moan. You couldn’t be entirely sure without seeing her, but that was your wife’s moan. Your heart pounded hard as you considered going back to the elevators. You needed to know for sure, though.
His door was halfway open, and as you moved closer there was no question someone was having sex inside the boss’s office. It was almost certainly your wife. Your boss’s cock was almost certainly inside her.
You stepped gingerly down the hallway and came to a stop just outside the door. You listened. You heard loud, impossibly lusty moans of pleasure. Either the woman inside was faking it exceptionally well or she was having incredible sex.
You needed to see. You needed to confirm it was your wife. You crept closer, pressed your head against the wall, and inched closer to the door frame. The woman’s brown hair was the first thing you saw. It was spread over your boss’s desk and moving, seemingly with each thrust.
Your heart had never beaten so fast and so hard. All you had to do was slide a little more to the left and you’d see the woman taking your boss’s cock.
You took a deep breath and slid along the wall just a little more. That’s when you saw your wife. She was bent over your boss’s desk. Her eyes were closed. She was getting fucked.
It was the look on her face that stuck with you. It’s still burned into your brain to this day. It was a look of pure, overwhelming pleasure. It was the look of a woman that was genuinely enjoying being fucked from behind by a man she barely knew.
His hand moved into your wife’s hair and he pulled her head back. Her eyes opened and she looked right at you. You froze. You stared at her and she stared back at you.
Then she smiled. It was a devilish smile like you’d never seen before. It was like she was challenging you to come into your boss’s office and stop him from taking her pussy. It was like she was challenging you to be the kind of man he was.
“I’m gonna cum,” your boss announced.
Your wife looked at you and that devilish smile crossed her face once more. “Cum inside me,” she said while holding your gaze.
Your boss groaned and a look of deep satisfaction crossed your wife’s face. He was cumming inside her and she looked thrilled.
You turned away and left. You walked down the hallway and to the elevators. You looked down. You were fully erect. You’d been trying to ignore it. It felt too humiliating to contemplate. Why had watching another man fuck and inseminate your wife turned you on?
Rather than answer that question, you headed to the stairwell. You sat down, popped open the champagne, and took a long drink. A few minutes later you heard your wife and your boss approaching. She was laughing as they walked by the stairwell and headed to the elevators.
You returned to the party as soon as your erection had deflated. You had a little bit of a champagne buzz going.
You found your wife with your boss. They were talking to another couple. They were standing close enough to look like a couple and his fingers drifted over your wife’s arm every so often. It was like he’d taken possession of her.
“Hey,” you said as you approached. “I finally managed to find that champagne.”
“We lost track of you, honey,” your wife said. Someone had already refilled her glass.
“Yeah, it turns out it’s more difficult to find champagne at this party than you might think.” You knew you were talking a little louder than you should have. You were annoyed, a little but turned on, and bordering on drunk.
“No harm,” your boss said. His hand moved to your wife’s lower back as he said, “I think I managed to keep your wife entertained.” You knew what he meant. No one else did. “She’s quite the charmer.”
“Absolutely,” you agreed with a forced smile.
For the briefest moment your wife flashed you that devilish smile. You wondered if his cum was dripping into her panties or if she’d taken a moment to wipe it up. You felt your loins stirring to life once more and quickly banished the thought from your head.
“Would you excuse us?” your wife said to your boss as she took your hand in hers and led you through the throng of party guests.
You slipped down a hallway together and she pushed you through a bathroom door and quickly locked it behind you. You put up no resistance as she led you to the mirrors and stepped behind you.
She unzipped your pants and pulled your cock through the fly. You rested your hands on the marble counter top as your wife began to stroke you.
“Please…honey, please, don’t,” you said.
“Look at yourself,” she demanded.
You looked in the mirror. You saw your hard cock in her hand. You saw her long, wavy hair swaying as she skillfully jerked you off.
“Please, don’t do this,” you said. You didn’t want to orgasm after watching another man fuck her. You didn’t want her to know that it had aroused you. You didn’t put up a fight, though.
You tilted your head down and closed your eyes. You were surprised when your wife grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled back hard.
“Open your eyes,” she demanded in a harsh voice. Her grip on your cock tightened. “Look at yourself.”
She wanted you to watch. She wanted you to see yourself cumming mere minutes after another man had fucked her and filled her pussy with his seed.
Your orgasm approached. You watched the pleasure wash over your face.
“That’s it,” she said. “Cum in the sink.”
You thought of his cum inside her. Your wife had let someone else cum inside her and she wanted you to cum in the sink. You did nothing to stop it. You could have, but you chose not to. You came in the sink as she stroked your cock.
“Clean up your mess,” she said as the last of your seed dribbled from your cock and into the white porcelain of the sink. She let go of your cock and walked out, leaving you to do exactly as she’d instructed.
She’d never been so domineering. She’d never been so harsh. You weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on.
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The first Friday of the New Year. That was the second time it happened.
You were just about to leave for dinner with your wife when your boss popped into your office.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about this, but I need you to stay late,” he said before dropping a folder onto your desk. “This is really important.”
You opened the folder and rifled through the papers. It wasn’t a quick fix. You were going to have to stay late.
You texted your wife and told her to cancel the dinner reservation.
She texted you back: “No need. I’m going with a friend.”
Just then you looked up and saw your boss leaving. He waved at you. It was the grin on his face that let you know exactly what he’d be doing that night. He was the man taking your wife to dinner, and you knew it wasn’t going to be limited to a flirty chat over expensive steak and wine.
You wanted to chase after him and tell him to stay the fuck away from your wife. You knew you’d lose your job, though. Yelling at the boss wouldn’t work. You weren’t sure you actually had the courage to do it anyway.
Instead, you did your work. You made your way through the project your boss had assigned you. You were close to finishing it when your phone rang.
It was your wife. She wanted to FaceTime. You felt hopeful as you answered. Perhaps she was going to tell you that she’d had a great dinner with a girlfriend and she was waiting at home for you to come and make love to her.
It wasn’t. You saw your bedroom when you answered. Then you saw your beautiful wife on her knees with someone else’s cock in her mouth. Your boss’s cock.
He was holding the phone. He was filming her giving him a blowjob. She was still in the elegant dress she’d worn for him. Her high heels were still on. They’d clearly just gotten home from dinner. She’d gotten on her knees almost immediately.
Your wife looked up at the phone as your boss groaned. “Hey honey,” she said as he fell from between her lips. “Do you like how I look with his dick in my mouth?”
For a moment, you said nothing. Your wife was waiting for an answer though. She looked into the phone. She looked right at you.
“Yes, I do,” you said.
“Is your dick hard right now?” she asked.
An anguished groan escaped your lips. A pained look crossed your face. “Yes, it is,” you answered.
“That’s what I thought,” your wife said before wrapping her lips around your boss’s cock once more.
She deepthroated him. She gagged a little, but that didn’t deter her. Your wife was determined to put on a show for you and your boss. She wanted you to see her dedication to his dick.
“Please,” you said. “Please, don’t do this.” You tried to sound convincing, but your heart wasn’t in it. You’d already admitted to your erection. You’d already told her you were turned on. You were at the office. You couldn’t get home in time to stop it from happening and you probably didn’t have the courage to do it even if you wanted to.
When your wife let him fall from between her lips once more, you hoped it was over. You hoped she would forget about her obvious lust for your boss and kick him out of your house. You were wrong.
Instead, she turned around and he unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, exposing her naked body. She hadn’t worn a stitch of underwear. She turned around and your boss reached out to play with her breasts. She moaned as his fingers moved over her soft flesh and played with her nipples.
“I need you to fuck me,” she said to your boss.
She stripped off the rest of his clothes and he moved onto his back in your bed. He held the phone throughout to give you a view.
You watched as your wife straddled him and sank her pussy onto his cock. He filled her with ease.
“I’m so wet for him,” she said to you. “I need him.”
Your boss reached up and played with her tits as your wife began to ride him. He kept the camera focused between her legs so you could see his cock filling her. You had a perfect view. You could see every little detail.
You could hear it all, too. You could hear your wife’s pleasure at having your boss’s cock inside her. You could hear the wetness of her pussy. You could hear her body sinking down onto his cock over and over.
You knew the right thing to do was end the call, go home, and kick him out of your house. You knew there would be consequences, but that only a crazy person would sit and watch as his wife cuckolded him. You knew that giving in to this kind of behavior guaranteed your boss would never respect you.
And yet, you did none of those things. Instead, you sat and watched. You watched your wife ride another man’s cock in your bed.
No, the only thing you did was consider if it would be insane to masturbate in the office. You decided against it. There were still people at work. You’d get fired if someone found you stroking your dick at your desk.
All you did was watch. You held the phone in your hand and you watched your wife have an orgasm with your boss’s cock inside her. You watched them switch to doggystyle and you saw him fuck her to another orgasm.
She flipped onto her back and he stood on the floor at the edge of your bed and pounded her pussy. He moved the camera up and down her body, giving you a view of her pretty face as it contorted in pleasure, her breasts as they bounced with every thrust, and her pussy stretching out around his cock.
Then he came inside her. Just as he’d done the night of the Christmas party, he emptied his balls into your wife’s pussy. He filled her with his seed.
He held his cock inside her and pointed the camera at your wife’s pretty face. She looked as happy as you’d ever seen her.
“When you come home tonight, please use the guest bedroom. Your boss will be spending the night with me in our bed,” your wife said.
“She’s mine now,” your boss said.
Your wife smiled. “He’s right. I’m his now.”
