Cheating Wife / Cuckold / Erotica / Voyeur / Spanking

Caught My Wife And I Couldn’t Stop Watching

Her boss certainly knew how to take charge of things…

My wife is a hard worker. She always has been. But ever since she got this new job at our local law firm she’s been working overtime.

I’m worried she might be overdoing it. Don’t get me wrong, the money is great, but she is tired always late home and is tired all the time. I’m starting to worry about her.

I’ve tried talking to her about it, but she just tells me it’s what she needs to do to make it at the firm.

Normally I’d let it be, but it’s Friday night. Our night, and she’s just told me she’ll be late again.

So I decided to surprise her with some Chinese take out at the office.

It was almost 7:00 p.m. when I reached the office and found it deserted, but the front door unlocked. Making my way inside, I headed to Laney’s office. The light was on, but it was empty. The place seemed deserted, but her car had been in the parking lot.

Concerned, I searched the office. The only other light in the place was coming from her boss’s office.

My heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Blackwell. The firm principal and something of an ass. I’d met him at the last Christmas party, and he was a bit of a jerk. But he signed my wife’s ample paycheck, so I put up with it.

The door was ajar, so I set the Chinese down and stalked silently to the door.

My wife was inside, placing a stack of manila folders full of paperwork on the edge of Blackwell’s desk.

She looked great. She always did in her corporate attire. A tight pencil skirt, white blouse and a set of heels. The sight of her made my cock twitch.

“Sorry they’re late,” Laney said, her voice timid. “The due diligence took longer than expected.”

Blackwell sat on the other side of the desk, his head shaking slowly.

“What did I tell you?” Blackwell asked, rising to his feet.

“You said to have them to you at 5:00,” she replied. Looking down at her feet.

What a jerk. She was working her butt off and all he could do was bust her ass.

“Is that acceptable in this office?”

“No boss,” she replied.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Blackwell asked, rounding the table.

I inched closer to the door as my wife reached for the zip on her skirt, and undid it, sending it to the floor.

She was wearing a garter belt, attached to her thigh high stockings, but no panties.

Her bare perky ass was naked and on display as her boss’s eyes lingered over it.

“No panties,” Blackwell said his lips peaking up into a smile.

“I knew I was late,” Laney answered.

“And you thought you could distract me from your punishment,” he gloated.

Laney shook her head. “No boss.”

I needed to stop this, but I couldn’t get my feet to move.

“Then what?” Blackwell asked.

“I know how you like the feel of my bare skin,” my wife replied as she bent over the desk. “Please, don’t make me beg for it.”

Blackwell ran a hand over the smooth skin of my wife’s ass, cupping it firmly before drawing his hand back.

Smack.

He just spanked my wife’s ass.

“Hmmm,” Laney groaned, as he drew back again.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

He was like a machine, each smack reverberating through the office.

“My ass,” Laney let out something between a moan and a groan. I didn’t know if she was in pleasure or pain and the sight of her boss dominating her supple body was starting to turn me on.

“Whose ass is it?” Blackwell demanded, delivering another spank.

“Yours,” Laney moaned.

“And your husband?”

Laney looked back over her shoulder. “I never let him in my ass.”

Blackwell reached around, grabbed the front of her blouse and wrenched it apart. Buttons exploded off the white blouse as Blackwell peeled it off her body.

I watched, utterly powerless as her boss undid her bra. Laney has beautiful tits, and I watched like a little cuckold as he played with them with one hand and reached for her pussy with the other.

The asshole was fingerbanging my wife, right there on his desk.

I wanted to punch him right in the jaw, but instead I found myself unzipping my pants and pulling out my erection.

I knew it shouldn’t but the sight of my wife, bent over his desk was turning me on.

Next thing I knew, Blackwell’s pants were around his ankles and he was burying his thick cock in my wife.

“Yes, boss,” Laney cried out, pounding the table. “Harder!”

Blackwell wrapped his hand through Laney’s hair, grabbing a thick handful of it, and pulled her head back before giving her what she was begging for.

A pounding. And clearly not the first. The two moved with a furious but familiar rhythm as by wife’s boss tried to pound her through the damn table.

“That’s it,” Laney cried. “Use me.”

Use me? What the hell? I’d never seen this side of her.

Blackwell taunted his control of my wife. “Isn’t your husband expecting you home?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “But you know how to make me scream, and you’re just so much..bigger.”

It was like a knife in my back, but I couldn’t stop stroking my cock. What was wrong with me?

“Better not leave the evidence where he can find it then,” Blackwell replied, drawing his throbbing manhood out of her hot sex.

I winced as he pressed the thick head up against her ass.

She told me she hated anal. She’d never even let me try.

Blackwell on the other hand, had the keys to the kingdom.

“Yes Boss,” Laney shouted as Blackwell stretched her tight ass open.

As with the spanking, Blackwell gave her no mercy.

I watched spellbound as her boss’s unrelenting strokes drove her to an orgasm. She gripped the desk as her knees trembled.

I lost control, my cock exploding all over the door to Blackwell’s office. My semen ran down the expensive timber paneling as Blackwell stiffened and shot his load right inside Laney’s ass.

As he withdrew, another rope shot across her left cheek and she sank to her knees.

Her hands took his pulsing shaft and stroked what was left of him over her breasts.

I barely recognized the woman I was watching. She was insatiable.

“So much for hiding the evidence,” Blackwell said with a laugh.

“I couldn’t help myself,” she replied. “I’ve been waiting for that all day.”

“Up for another round in the shower?” Blackwell asked. “Your boss needs more of that married pussy.”

Laney giggled as she got to her feet. “Better hurry, I need to get home.”

“I’ll take my damn time,” Blackwell replied with a laugh as he grabbed her hand and dragged her into his private bathroom.

I zipped up my pants and grabbed the Chinese as I ran for the door.

At least I knew why she was late all the time.

I didn’t even make it to the door before the thought of the two of them in his shower filled my mind.

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