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n I got off the stage, I was bombarded with handshakes and pats on the back, from which I tried to excuse myself as politely as possible.</p><p id="37c6">I needed to put a stop to what was about to happen, but knowing her, it was likely too late. Joe probably was already balls deep in my wife’s cunt.</p><p id="3fdf">Even though the thought of that made my dick harden, this wasn’t a good place for fun and games. This was a place of business, dammit.</p><p id="326b">But if this was happening, I wanted to at least see… I tried to think of where they might be hiding. The maintenance closet?</p><p id="cb58">My phone vibrated with a text. It was from her: <i>In your office.</i></p><p id="8036">Of course Joe had keys to every room in the building. I took the elevator up and could hear my wife’s moans echoing through the empty floor. The lights were on in my office and I slowly pushed the door open, feeling nauseous and horny simultaneously.</p><p id="a1a6">My eyes were downcast, but I noticed her clothes in a heap on the floor. As I raised my gaze, I saw my wife totally nude and spread eagled on my desk. Joe still wore his santa hat but was shirtless with his pants around his knees. His muscular ass faced me, and he stopped fucking my wife and turned when I entered the room, his cock wet from her pussy.</p><p id="0499">He was thick. Much thicker than me, anyway.</p><p id="27ea">“I told him it’s ok and that you love to watch honey,” my wife assured me, peaking at me from her vulnerable position.</p><p id="9e11">Joe just looked at me. “I don’t mind you watching me fuck her, but keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Thompson. I only like hot women.”</p><p id="1d1b">“Yeah, ok.” I muttered. She looked so fucking hot, spread on my desk like that, filled with a thick cock. I might as well enjoy this.</p><p id="cf90">Stepping into my office and finding this scene almost made me forget where I was supposed to be — down at the party. Whenever I see my wife getting fucked, my brain just shuts down, and all I can focus on is the wicked humiliation of being cuckolded.</p><p id="1f13">Joe sunk into my wife again, making her moan. I plopped down into a chair, desperate to rub one out to the erotic scene in front of me. Joe jackhammering his cock into my wife’s pretty pink pussy, her tits bouncing and her mouth open, important papers falling off my desk.</p><p id="4bbd">I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself, the sound of their slapping flesh spurring me on.</p><p id="021a">“He’s gonna make me come <i>so hard</i>,” my wife wailed, her cheeks pink as she succumbed to the pleasures my work subordinate was giving her.</p><p id="d981">Joe pulled his cock out and sprayed ropes of his thick come all over her and all over my desk. I exploded in my own hand as I watched jets of his seed cover her tits.</p><p id="748e">We were all lost in our orgasms to the extent that we didn’t hear the door open.</p><p id="f216">Everyone froze when another voice cut through all the carnal noises of sex.</p><p id="d366">“I just thought I’d drop this off so you’d have it for the wee

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kend, Mr. Thompson. See you Monday.”</p><p id="ad37">My intern stood in the doorway holding a folder. He took in the whole scene — me fisting my little cock, Joe’s meaty dick still squirting all over my naked, slutty wife — as he took a photo on his phone.</p><p id="6e34">He smirked at me as he set the papers down and pocketed his phone, with the evidence of my embarrassing habit. “By the way, I take my coffee with cream, no sugar. And I’ll be happy to sign off on the full- time, paid job contract you’ll be offering me at the start of the new year. ”</p><p id="de27">I nodded, my cheeks burning with shame. Joe and my wife just laughed.</p><p id="dfcd">As long as I give my intern and the maintenance guy all the raises they ask for, I should be fine.</p><p id="d8cf">So much for having authority at work. Having the hottest wife makes up for it, though. I think.</p><p id="00d2"><b><i>If you enjoyed this, follow <a href="https://medium.com/@sophiadublin">Sophia Dublin</a> for more! If you’re not already a member of Medium, <a href="https://medium.com/@sophiadublin/membership">sign up here</a> for unlimited access to thousands of stories and articles! (Your membership fee directly supports Sophia and other writers!)</i></b></p><div id="1cc8" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-nympho-and-her-cuckold-1-e10067120466"> <div> <div> <h2>A Nympho and Her Cuckold #1</h2> <div><h3>My wife is a sex addict and her risky escapades frequently get me into trouble.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*gSKouaHYiG-_6JpXWyEtAw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="ddde" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/forced-to-watch-my-wife-fuck-her-bull-dd3f4839046c"> <div> <div> <h2>Forced to Watch My Wife Fuck Her Bull</h2> <div><h3>It was the most humiliating night of my life, so why do I want to do it again?</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ZLRWvXZAqnZhYjV7uYO0Lw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="0021" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/tantalizing-tales-guidelines-26f8b63ec748"> <div> <div> <h2>Tantalizing Tales Guidelines</h2> <div><h3>Submission Guidelines, Coffee & other Titbits</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ElGFgpg6-TzSwJkkIFoB3g.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

EROTICA/ CUCKOLD

A Nympho and Her Cuckold #2: The Office Christmas Party

I took my nympho hotwife to the office Christmas party. Yes, she fucked another man on my desk.

Taking my nympho wife to my office Christmas party was a risky move, given her inclination to fuck strangers and my inability to deny her anything she wants — but it had to be done. I’m the office manager, and everyone knows I’m married. It would just be weird if I showed up alone. Plus, I love my wife and I want her to meet my coworkers.

I’m well-respected and looked up to at work, and if anyone knew about our lifestyle, well, that could really jeopardize my authority.

“All I have to do is keep her by my side the whole night, and she can’t get us into any trouble,” I told myself.

As soon as we arrived, I caught her eyeing the office maintenance guy, who happened to be dressed as Santa Claus. Even through his fuzzy red suit, it was obvious that the young man was built. His muscular arms barely fit in the suit, and he definitely didn’t have Santa’s gut.

All the women in the office had a crush on him, and my wife was no exception. I couldn’t blame her, really. As the party continued through the evening in the grand lobby of our building, I began to relax a little.

She’d looked, but she hadn’t made any moves. It would have been easy for her to seduce any man in the room, with her long blonde hair and the sexy red pantsuit she was wearing.

Maybe she realized how utterly insane it would be for her to try anything here.

When my secretary nodded at me, signalling for me to get on the stage and give a toast, I kissed my wife on the cheek and told her I’d be right back. She squeezed my thigh before I stood up and gave me a sexy smile. She had that sexy twinkle in her eye that I loved so much.

As I looked out from the stage, I thought about how lucky I was. A hot wife, a good job, coworkers who respect me…

I launched into my speech, going over the accomplishments of the year. Just as I was about to wrap it up and thank everyone for a job well done, I noticed my wife wasn’t in her seat. I nervously scanned the crowd, and found her leaning over the back of Santa’s chair and speaking into his ear. His eyes got big, then he looked right at me and smiled before getting up and following my wife out of the lobby.

My stomach fluttered and I rushed through the end of the speech as fast as I could. When I got off the stage, I was bombarded with handshakes and pats on the back, from which I tried to excuse myself as politely as possible.

I needed to put a stop to what was about to happen, but knowing her, it was likely too late. Joe probably was already balls deep in my wife’s cunt.

Even though the thought of that made my dick harden, this wasn’t a good place for fun and games. This was a place of business, dammit.

But if this was happening, I wanted to at least see… I tried to think of where they might be hiding. The maintenance closet?

My phone vibrated with a text. It was from her: In your office.

Of course Joe had keys to every room in the building. I took the elevator up and could hear my wife’s moans echoing through the empty floor. The lights were on in my office and I slowly pushed the door open, feeling nauseous and horny simultaneously.

My eyes were downcast, but I noticed her clothes in a heap on the floor. As I raised my gaze, I saw my wife totally nude and spread eagled on my desk. Joe still wore his santa hat but was shirtless with his pants around his knees. His muscular ass faced me, and he stopped fucking my wife and turned when I entered the room, his cock wet from her pussy.

He was thick. Much thicker than me, anyway.

“I told him it’s ok and that you love to watch honey,” my wife assured me, peaking at me from her vulnerable position.

Joe just looked at me. “I don’t mind you watching me fuck her, but keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Thompson. I only like hot women.”

“Yeah, ok.” I muttered. She looked so fucking hot, spread on my desk like that, filled with a thick cock. I might as well enjoy this.

Stepping into my office and finding this scene almost made me forget where I was supposed to be — down at the party. Whenever I see my wife getting fucked, my brain just shuts down, and all I can focus on is the wicked humiliation of being cuckolded.

Joe sunk into my wife again, making her moan. I plopped down into a chair, desperate to rub one out to the erotic scene in front of me. Joe jackhammering his cock into my wife’s pretty pink pussy, her tits bouncing and her mouth open, important papers falling off my desk.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself, the sound of their slapping flesh spurring me on.

“He’s gonna make me come so hard,” my wife wailed, her cheeks pink as she succumbed to the pleasures my work subordinate was giving her.

Joe pulled his cock out and sprayed ropes of his thick come all over her and all over my desk. I exploded in my own hand as I watched jets of his seed cover her tits.

We were all lost in our orgasms to the extent that we didn’t hear the door open.

Everyone froze when another voice cut through all the carnal noises of sex.

“I just thought I’d drop this off so you’d have it for the weekend, Mr. Thompson. See you Monday.”

My intern stood in the doorway holding a folder. He took in the whole scene — me fisting my little cock, Joe’s meaty dick still squirting all over my naked, slutty wife — as he took a photo on his phone.

He smirked at me as he set the papers down and pocketed his phone, with the evidence of my embarrassing habit. “By the way, I take my coffee with cream, no sugar. And I’ll be happy to sign off on the full- time, paid job contract you’ll be offering me at the start of the new year. ”

I nodded, my cheeks burning with shame. Joe and my wife just laughed.

As long as I give my intern and the maintenance guy all the raises they ask for, I should be fine.

So much for having authority at work. Having the hottest wife makes up for it, though. I think.

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