Humiliated and Cucked by my Bully Boss as he Enjoys my Wife

Owen’s wife-sharing desire pushes him to watch, as his wife is taken by his hated boss

We were in a hotel room that I fucking paid for.

My wife, Rita, dropped to her knees. She was completely naked, as my boss ordered. There was a glint in her eyes that I had not seen before. It was filled with lust and longing. She never looked at me with those eyes.

She knelt before my boss, Alan, who was already topless, showing off his well-defined muscles, and was loosening his belt buckle. I swallowed, knowing what was coming.

I sat on a chair on the other side of the room, paralysed with arousal, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before me. My cock throbbed painfully against the seam of my pants.

How did we get here?

My sweet Rita, submitting herself to my boss. God, I never liked him. He was an arrogant asshole. And now he was about to take my wife — my queen — in the most intimate way possible.

When we got married, I thought that was it — she’d be mine forever. Rita would never sleep with another man, and I would never sleep with another woman. It turned out only the latter was true.

A couple of years into our budding marriage, we learned I had a taste for cuckoldry. It was harmless fun at first, dirty talk and role-playing. But my wife’s appetite grew. She wanted to push me to greater heights of pleasure.

And that meant dragging me down to the deepest depths of despair.

Rita told me her she was going to be fucked by other men. Real men.

It started with her rejecting my requests for sex. She made it clear to me that her pussy was reserved for men who could pleasure her. When I pressed myself up against her and whispered in her ear about how I was up to the task, she would giggle and tell me she didn’t want my loser cock. It made me feel painfully humiliated, but even more turned on. She told me to go jerk off down the toilet. And that was what I did, thinking about other men using her holes.

Rita used to look me directly in the eye and tell me she wanted to be used by alpha men.

I felt a sick feeling pooling in the pit of my stomach, and without fail, there would be the most painful bulge in my pants. I lived for that feeling. And she knew it.

And my wife knew exactly how to push my buttons. She floated the idea to me, for her to flirt with my asshole boss. It made me sick to my stomach, but at the same time, it made my dick as hard as a steel rod.

It wasn’t hard to get Alan on board. At office parties, he always joked how my wife was a fuckable piece of ass. I hated how he seemed to bully his way around with his obnoxiousness, trampling on nice guys like me. So for my wife to offer herself to him, it only fuelled his ego and arrogance.

“Take it out,” Alan commanded my wife. His tone was firm and demanding.

My wife reached up from her position on the floor, fishing my boss’ cock out of his pants. It was huge. It flopped out and hit her cheek. “Oh, God, it’s so big,” she gasped.

“How big is it compared to your husband’s?”

“He couldn’t compete with yours,” she chuckled, sending a knife into my gut.

It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. And I honestly wasn’t a match for him.

“Now kiss the tip,” he growled.

I hated how he talked to her. As if she was going to put up with his arrogant tone and attitude. And yet, she did.

She lovingly kissed his crown, rubbing her graceful lips and cheeks all over it. My heart twinged with pain as his precum smeared all over her face, marking her as his property. A sigh of pleasure escaped her throat. Then she lifted his cock and kissed his balls, worshipping them.

He smiled down at her in approval. “I do like a well-trained slut.”

“D-don’t call my wife a slut,” I said, my voice weak and almost silent.

But they ignored me, acting as if I wasn’t even there.

“Okay, slut,” he said. “Get down on all fours and raise your ass up to me.”

My wife was eager to please him. She got into the position, stretching her arms out in front of her, arching her back and shamelessly presenting her bare ass. Her big tits hung freely. She gently rocked back and forth, aching to be filled.

“Please give me your cock, sir,” she begged.

My boss looked at me and laughed. My cock was rock hard and proud.

“What a view,” he said. ”You telling me you come home to this and you are not getting any?”

“N-no,” I admitted.

He laughed again. “Well then, I guess somebody will have to satisfy your wife.”

My boss got down, pulling his pants off as he did so. His rock-hard cock was inches from her asshole. Rita moaned, dripping with anticipation.

He rubbed against her pussy and asshole with his tip.

“Oh, God,” she mewled. My wife pushed back against him, chasing the feeling and longing to take his dick inside her.

“Rita,” he said. “Describe in detail to your loser husband what I’m doing to you.”

She moaned. “Owen… H-he’s teasing my holes with his amazing cock.”

He moved behind her and she yelped, biting down on her lower lip.

“God, he’s rubbing his tip against my asshole. Owen! Now he’s pushing it against my pussy! He’s starting to..! Oh, God!”

My hand gripped the armrest so hard I thought I would break it. Inside, I begged for her to tell him to stop. But I couldn’t take my eyes away from the scene. My free hand gripped my painfully erect cock.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, as his bulbous head forced its way into my wife. “He’s inside me! Oh, God, he’s inside me. It’s so fucking big.”

My stomach bubbled with jealousy.

Rita’s cunt belonged to me and only me. I hated how she denied me time and time again access to what was mine. And now, there she was, on the floor right in front of me, with my boss’ cock in her tight little cunt, face tight with pleasure. The hole where I, her husband, wasn’t allowed in.

Alan grabbed both of her arms and pulled them back to him. She was held secure, with no way of escaping. His impossibly big cock sunk deeper and deeper into her until it was buried all the way inside her, with the base of it resting against her buttocks.

“Get ready for the fucking of a lifetime,” he grinned.

He thrust his hips in and out of my wife and she screamed. Not in pain, but in pure, unadulterated pleasure. She threw her head back and her tits bounced erratically against the tempo of his thrusts.

“Tell him how much you like it,” he growled into her ear. “I can feel your cunt tightening around my dick.”

“Its so f-fucking big,” she slurred. “I never knew how good a real cock would feel inside me.”

“Rita…” I sobbed.

“He can’t hack it, love. He can’t handle how his slut wife can no longer be satisfied by his limp dick.”

She groaned. “I’m sorry, Owen, but I love having a big dick in me.”

I hyperventilated. I felt my heart twisting painfully in me, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. At the same time, my cock pulsed angrily. Precum leaked and stained my pants.

“Please fuck me, hard,” she begged him. “Give it to me.”

Alan paused.

“What are you doing?” Rita whimpered.

“Fuck yourself against it,” he told her. “I want your husband to watch as you impale yourself on my dick. So he can burn it into his memory that it was his wife who was doing all the fucking.”

My wife willingly obeyed.

She stood and braced herself on the edge of the hotel bed. Then she grabbed his dick and aimed it at the entrance of her waiting pussy. She backed herself against his throbbing cock. I groaned with pain as I watched his shaft appear and disappear as Rita thrust her pussy onto it. His dick glistened with her wet, excited juices.

“Oooh, so fucking tight. You can tell your husband’s cock isn’t up to filling this married pussy. Owen, aren’t you glad that I’m doing you a favour?”

“Thank the man, Owen,” Rita ordered.

“T-thank you for helping me pleasure my wife,” I said, gritting my teeth.

“Always happy to help my employees,” Alan chuckled. “Now, where were we?” He grabbed my wife’s hips and started fucking her doggy-style. His balls were so big and heavy, they made an obscene noise every time he thrust into her, slapping against her ass.

Rita was euphoric. She threw her head back and moaned out every time my boss slammed his cock deep into her. Shame burned through me, knowing that the inner walls of her pussy were being completely stretched out by his dick.

I swallowed. Were there other things that she’d willingly do with other men?

“Fucking hell, Owen,” my boss hissed suddenly. “Your wife’s cunt is way too tight. I don’t think I can hold it in for long.”

I swallowed. He wouldn’t, would he? “A-are you going to pull out?” I stammered.

“That’s up to Rita. What would you like me to do?” he asked my wife, while fucking her hard. “You want me to fill you up with cum?”

The words had an effect on my wife. “Please… Please cum inside me,” she begged.

“Rita, no.”

“You’re going to love this. I didn’t jerk off all week. My balls are filled to the brim.”

“God, please. I want it. Please give me all that delicious cum.”

He gave my wife’s ass a meaty slap and chuckled. “Okay. It’s only because you asked nicely.”

His fingers dug into her hips, and he redoubled his efforts. The bed groaned as he slammed into my wife as hard as he could and, for an absurd moment; I worried the other hotel patrons would be disturbed by my wife screaming in pleasure.

I kept begging them to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears. All I could do was sit there, gripping at my dick and waiting for my wife to be filled by another man.

“Please, fill my pussy with your cum,” she begged. “Fill me up.”

“Here it comes, you fucking slut,” Alan grimaced.

He bellowed out a primal cry and drove himself one final time deep into my wife.

“Oh God, I can feel it!” Rita moaned. “He’s cumming inside me. Owen, he’s cumming inside me..!”

I let out a desperate whimper, paralyzed by arousal and powerlessness as I watched him unload himself deep into the love of my life.

Spent, he pulled and let out a sigh. “Fan-fucking-tastic. Worth every moment, this pussy. Cheers, mate, anytime you need me to sort out your wife, give me a shout.”

He didn’t even bother checking on how Rita was. He pulled his clothes on and simply left. All the while, my wife just lay there, panting and covered in sweat.

My hand trembled as I touched her. “Rita? Are you okay?”

She nodded. “It was intense.”

“He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

I went to check. Ever so gently, I spread my wife’s legs and looked at her pussy. My stomach twisted. Thick globs of cum leaked out of her, down her thighs and onto the bed. God, it looked so fucking amazing.

Another man’s cum. In my woman.

I swallowed.

Like a man possessed, I quickly kicked off my trousers, struggling to push past my painfully erect cock.

“Honey, what are you doing?”

I aimed myself against her entrance and almost came right there as the underside of my cock grazed over her cum covered pussy.

“I’m sorry, Rita. I’m so sorry,” I groaned.

With a push, my cock sank into her tight, creamy depths. Hot silken heat, a mixture of my asshole boss’s cum and my wife’s excitement, surrounded me.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking hell.”

Rita gasped, letting out a weak chuckle. “You really like this, don’t you? Enjoying my cum filled pussy.”

“I do. God, I love it so much,” I whimpered, working my cock in and out of her, pushing another man’s invading cum out of my wife.

I couldn’t explain it well to Rita. It killed me to know another man had been inside her, yet I loved to reclaim her. Reclaiming my property with my cock brought me to the highest of highs. “M-my cunt. Mine,” I grumbled.

“Go on, honey. Take back what’s yours,” she murmured, stroking the back of my head.

I drove my cock in and out of her, knowing I would not last long. The bed smelled of sweat and sex.

Rita reached down between us and teased her clit. “Let’s cum together, honey.”

“Yes, I want to cum with you, my beautiful slut wife.”

My hips fired like pistons, savouring the feeling of being inside her, trying to hold back the dam but struggling to do so.

My cock swelled, and I knew it was there. “I’m cumming!” I cried out.

“Cum!” my wife begged, her body tensing and thrumming as her own orgasm pulsed through her. She climaxed, with every wave making her tighten around me, milking my cock. My dick swelled, and I let go a torrent of pent up cum, filling Rita’s waiting pussy up.

“God, yes,” she purred.

We kissed and stroked each other as I emptied myself deep in her.

Afterwards, I offered my wife a towel. She declined, wanting the feel of cum in her.

“Wonder why I’m like this,” I said.

“I don’t know, honey. But I don’t mind it. I’m always going to be here to make you feel good.”

I smiled. “I know. And thank you.”

We cuddled and wondered what other games awaited us.