Becca Bellamy
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Her Afternoon with Your Boss
🕑 Added 2021-09-23 05:03:48 +0000 UTCYou smiled when you saw your wife step off the elevator and onto the office floor. Your smile brightened when you saw how good she looked in a tight black skirt, a rather sexy white blouse, and a pair of high heels. You couldn’t wait to show her off to your coworkers before taking her out to lunch.
Then she made a beeline for your boss’s office. She didn’t even look at you. She just turned and walked the other way. You stood and watched as she knocked on his door and let herself in. She shut the door and closed the blinds and just like that your wife was alone with your boss in his corner office.
At first you told yourself that there was a perfectly good reason she was talking with him. You couldn’t really come up with one, though. Your wife had met your boss just once and it didn’t seem like they’d become fast friends, but now she was in his office doing God knows what.
You considered sitting and waiting, but there was a nagging presence in the back of your mind telling you that something was going on in that office. You had to check it out. You departed your cubicle and tried your best to look casual as you strode towards the office your wife had entered just a few minutes ago.
You listened at the door but heard nothing. Then the distinctive sound of a moan hit your ears. It was your wife’s moan. You knew it well. Your heart pounded as you reached for the door handle. You turned it and pushed the door open. You saw your wife in your boss’s arms. Her blouse was already partially unbuttoned. One of his hands was on her breast. His tongue was clearly in her mouth.
As much as you wanted to scream, you didn’t want to make a scene and become the object of office gossip, so you stepped inside and gently shut the door. Your wife continued to fool around with your boss as if neither of them had noticed someone else had entered the room.
You cleared your throat and your wife looked over. Your boss joined her in looking your way just a moment later. A confident smile crossed his face as he slipped his hand into her bra and played with her soft, perky flesh like he owned it. Your wife moaned and your boss leaned closer and kissed her neck.
“Hey honey,” she said. “I know we were supposed to go to lunch, but your boss invited me to spend the afternoon with him instead.”
“What?” you asked as your boss continued to play with your wife’s tits and kiss her neck and chest.
She smiled. “Sorry, was I not clear enough? I’m going to fuck your boss and then he’s going to take me out to lunch. Afterwards, there’s a very good chance he’s going to fuck me again.”
“What?” you asked, largely because it was the only word you could manage to form in the moment.
Your wife moaned as he finished unbuttoning her blouse and tossed it on the floor. He unhooked her bra and moved behind her while taking both her breasts in his hands. “I was thinking I’d suck his dick first. I’d get on my knees and take him in my mouth. Then I was thinking he’d bend me over his desk and fuck me from behind. He said you could watch if you want. Would you like that, honey? Would you like to watch your boss fuck me?”
You shook your head.
“Are you sure?” your boss asked. “Because most men would have punched me by now. You’re still standing there and I’m pretty sure you’ve got a little bit of a boner going in your slacks.”
You looked down to see the bulge your boss was referring to. You’d been trying your best to ignore the odd, unexpected sense of arousal coursing through you.
“You don’t have to watch,” your wife said. “But your boss thinks you might enjoy it. I think you might too. Maybe you’d learn a thing or two. After all, there’s a reason I’ve been fucking him for the past three months.”
“What?” you asked. Three months? That seemed impossible. How had you not noticed?
Your wife and your boss laughed before she turned her head. Their lips met and they kissed while he reached down to unzip her tight skirt and work it over her hips.
“Come a little closer, honey,” your wife said. “Take a seat. You can even masturbate if you want. There’s no reason your boss has to be the only man to have an orgasm.”
Your wife smiled and then spun around. She dropped to her knees in front of your boss and he looked down and watched as she took his pants off and yanked his underwear down. Her head blocked your view of his cock and you couldn’t help but approach for a better view. As humiliating as it was, you still had an erection as your arousal refused to abate.
Your boss’s cock was in your wife’s mouth by the time you reached the edge of his desk. “She has a gifted mouth,” he said. “You’re a lucky man.”
Your wife pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “I don’t suck his dick. He doesn’t deserve my mouth. A man like you deserves my mouth.”
Your wife resumed sucking his cock as your boss looked at you and unleashed a cocky smile. You couldn’t blame him. Your wife had just told him that he was a better man than you and she was proving it with her willingness to cheat on you while you watched.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t give her what she wanted,” he said. “I imagine you’d be a very happy man if you could. I guess some men just don’t deserve a woman like your wife, though. I guess you don’t.”
You sat down and watched your wife’s pretty blonde hair bounce gently as she sucked your boss’s cock. You listened to the sounds of a blowjob and the noise of her hand moving up and down his slippery shaft.
Eventually, your wife stood up, spun around, and bent over your boss’s desk. She smiled at you as he stepped behind her, pulled her panties down, and slipped his cock into her pussy. She closed her eyes as lust washed over her face and a low moan escaped.
“Fuck me,” she said.
Your boss gave your wife what she wanted. He fucked her from behind. He started slowly and picked up the pace, presumably to give her a little time to get used to his thick cock.
“Take your dick out, honey,” she said. “I can see you’re hard. I know you want to jerk off. Just do it. Admit that it turns you on to see your boss fuck your wife and take your dick out.”
You unzipped your pants and pulled out your cock. There was no point in denying it. They both knew you were turned on.
“There you go,” she said as your boss picked up the pace and pounded her harder. “Now jerk off as he fucks me. Enjoy the fact that your wife has found someone better.”
“That’s right,” your boss said. “She’s mine now.”
Your eyes went wide and your wife smiled.
“He’s right. I’m still your wife, of course, but I’m his now. I’m even going to the company Christmas party as his date,” she said.
That’s when you came. You couldn’t help it. Your orgasm washed over you before you could stop stroking. It rushed out of your body and you spilled your load all over your hand and pants. You made an absolute mess as your wife and boss both laughed at you.
“You should really get cleaned up,” your wife said. “He lasts a long time, too – unlike you, obviously – so we won’t be finished for a while. I’ll drop by your office to say goodbye before we go out for lunch.”
You couldn’t even look at her. You tucked your cock back into your pants, grabbed a few tissues from the box on your boss’s desk to wipe the cum from your pants, and departed his office to head for the bathroom so you could clean up the mess you’d made of yourself.
