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I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss, Book 2: Chapter 1
A husband grapples with the aftermath of witnessing his wife having sex with two men on security cameras. Caught in a web of lies, secrets, and betrayals, he embarks on a tumultuous journey to salvage their marriage, even engaging in intimate encounters with his wife’s best friend to cope with the pain. As he confides in a friend and navigates through a series of revelations, he must decide whether forgiveness and a new normal are possible or if the relationship is beyond repair.
This is the sequel to Book One, now published on Amazon on other eBook stores here and still readable on Medium here.
Book 2: Chapter 1
“So how was your night?”
I looked at my wife sitting on the sofa next to me and paused before answering. Today had been a weird day. This morning, I’d awoken at Chantelle’s house and after checking the security cameras, had watched Pamela get intimate again with Nick and Mark. Chantelle saw it too, so after making me a light breakfast, she took me back to bed, and we had sex again, this time taking it slow and sensuous until we were both sated.
Only when I saw that Nick and Mark had left, did I go for a shower. I cleaned myself up and headed home after calling Pamela to let her know what time I’d be arriving. She seemed happy that I was on my way home, with no giveaway signs in her voice that she’d been fucked multiple times last night by two men. However, when I arrived home, after detouring to the hotel to check out and pay the bill for a room I hadn’t used, I could definitely tell that something was on her mind. She wasn’t just hungover. She seemed… guilty, although she was doing a good job of hiding it.
“It was good,” I nodded, smiling at the thought of Chantelle and her attractive body for a moment. “Carlton looked after me. We didn’t do much, as I said. Just a standard boys’ night. A few beers and a chat. How about you?”
“Pretty much the same,” Pamela replied, looking away for a moment before returning her dark blue eyes to mine. “Chantelle got drunk and went off with some guy. I think I told you. So I came home. But it was an okay night.”
“Lucky Chantelle,” I grinned. “What about you? Did any guys hit on you?”
“Maybe a couple.” My wife smiled back, but her eyes flickered for a moment, and I detected a tightness in her expression that betrayed her discomfort. “But I’m not Chantelle. I don’t take random guys home.”
Maybe not random guys, I thought, but kept it to myself. Only guys that I work with.
Where did we go from here? I was lying to her, and she was lying to me. This wasn’t how marriage was supposed to work. As I made my way through the day, I pondered everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. I’d witnessed my wife via our security cameras cheating on me with my boss and another work colleague, but just as I’d been about to walk into the house from my car outside to confront them, Pamela’s best friend Chantelle had stopped me.
“I’ll tell her that you’re onto her. If she knows that you’re suspicious, she might stop. She told me last week that she’s just getting a few things out of her system. She loves you. She’s got no plans to leave you or anything. She’s just… experimenting, I think.”
That was the plan she sold me, before and after taking me to her house for sex. The fuck was in return for me giving her best friend a second chance. Things couldn’t be fixed. Pamela couldn’t undo what she’d done, but maybe if I gave her time to get Nick and Mark out of her system, as Chantelle had put it, then things might be able to go back to normal. Not the normal of old. She’d had two other men inside her. She’d engaged in threesomes with them. Things would never be quite the same, but we could forge a new normal, Chantelle had insisted. And until Pamela sorted her life out, whenever she was with Nick and Mark, I could be with Chantelle to make myself feel better. That was the plan.
A very twisted, messed-up plan.
But I had to try it. I knew if I simply kicked Pamela to the curb and moved on, proceeding through a no-doubt messy divorce and finding myself a new job, I’d regret not trying everything I could first to make my marriage work.
So this was it. This was me trying. If it didn’t work, then I’d move on. But not until I exhausted every single opportunity to fix things. Perhaps Chantelle was right. Maybe Pamela would come to her senses, and Chantelle could make her see sense, as she’d promised.
That evening, Carlton rang.
“You were going to update me,” he reminded me. “What happened?”
I looked around. Pamela wasn’t in the room, but I kept my voice as low as I could so she wouldn’t overhear.
“I’m at home, so I can’t really talk,” I said hushedly. “A lot went down. Too much to tell you right now.”
“Did she get intimate with the guy?” my friend asked, and I paused before answering. How much did I tell him?
“Yeah,” I replied, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over me. “He stayed the night.”
“While you were at the hotel? Damn, man, I’m sorry,” Carlton commiserated with me. “That sucks. So, what’s happened today?”
“Nothing,” I answered lamely. “I need time to get my head around it, you know? Plus, there’s something else.”
“Something else?”
“I slept with Chantelle last night. I didn’t stay at the hotel.”
“Wow.” Carlton went quiet. “How the heck did that happen? Chantelle? Really?”
I hadn’t intended to tell anyone, but it was a way of clawing back some of my dignity, bragging that I’d been with the hot blonde.
“Pamela is at home. I can’t say too much, but I’ll tell you when I’m on my own,” I promised. “Please keep all this to yourself, Carlton.”
“Don’t worry,” he reassured me. “Your secret is safe with me. Maybe we can meet up for a drink this weekend? Then you can tell me everything.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded, continuing to look around to make sure Pamela wasn’t around.
“Between now and then, don’t do anything you might regret,” Carlton added. “Wait until we’ve spoken. Maybe I can help you make sense of it all.”
I thanked my friend and after setting up when and where we were going to meet for drinks, I hung up. Just in time too, because Pamela appeared, a towel wrapped around her, and her hair sticking to her face in wet ringlets.
“There you are,” she smiled. “I was looking for you. I thought we could have an early night?”
“Oh, yeah?” I smiled as she walked slowly over to me, letting the towel slip from her body to the floor.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded. “I missed you last night.”
Her body was still damp. Beads of water clung to her perfect, soft skin.
No, you didn’t, I reminded myself. You were too busy fucking my two workmates.
“I missed you too,” I found myself saying. I had to bite my lip and give this situation time to work itself out. The temptation to confront her; to disclose everything I knew and reveal that I had spent last night with her best friend, was overpowering, but I held back.
“So come to bed,” my wife purred, taking me by the hand and leading me from the room and up the stairs. I couldn’t help but stare at her body as she went ahead of me. The curve of her hips and the soft swell of her behind looked as alluring as ever, but I couldn’t forget that my black boss and another work colleague had enjoyed this exact same sight last night; of my wife’s naked body.
I let her undress me, and when she released my penis from my shorts, I was already erect, my modest member jutting out in front of me in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Do you love me?” I asked as Pamela pulled me to the bed.
“What?” she asked, looking at me with those dark blue eyes of hers. “Of course, I love you.”
I didn’t know why I had asked that. The words had leapt from my lips unbidden.
I had sex with Chantelle last night.
I wanted to tell her so much. You’re not the only one seeking pleasure elsewhere, Pamela.
But I didn’t say anything. I let her ease me onto the bed and between her willing thighs.
“You’re so hard,” my wife commented, reaching down and stroking my throbbing erection as it pressed against her. “You really have missed me, haven’t you?”
I felt the softness of her pussy lips as she rubbed the tip of my dick against her. The memory of Nick’s black cock thrusting into her filled my mind, and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to expel it.
“I’m so horny,” Pamela murmured as she slid the rock-hard head over her clit. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
Oh, but I do.
I continued to remain silent.
“I just want sex all the time lately,” she continued, using my penis to stimulate herself. I looked down at her, below me on the bed. Her large breasts lolled on her chest, heaving as she breathed heavier and heavier.
“Maybe you should invest in some sex toys,” I suggested. “Something to occupy you when I’m at work, so you’re not tempted to screw someone behind my back.”
“Or maybe you should let me hire a male escort to take care of my needs,” she giggled, then immediately took it back. “I’m only joking, of course. Now, come on, make love to me.”
She was stroking the head of my cock around her clitoris, but now she eased it downwards, tilting her hips and guiding it inside her wetness.
Again, the images of last night; of Nick inside her, and Mark, and then the two of them double-penetrating her, danced in front of my eyes for a moment. I knew I’d never be able to forget what I’d seen yesterday, but I had to get through this, so I pushed myself roughly into her, making her moan with satisfaction.
“That’s it,” she encouraged me. “Fuck me hard. Give it to me good, like a dirty slut.”
“You are a dirty slut,” I thought to myself. Despite having two well-endowed men inside her last night, her pussy didn’t feel any different. It was still tight and wet around my shaft as I held myself there for a moment, savouring the feeling of being inside my wife. My wife. Not Nick’s, or Mark’s. Mine.
Pamela was stunning. Her beautiful dark hair, her pretty features and eyes. Her large breasts and curvy ass. They were all mine. Perhaps I should look at it as though I had merely loaned them out to those men, but as to whom she belonged; that was me. She was mine, and she would always be mine.
I eased myself almost all the way out and then drove into her cunt hard. Rough and hard, just like how Nick and Mark had fucked her last night.
“Stop thinking about Nick and Mark,” I told myself. But now the image of Chantelle came to mind. Pamela’s best friend, with her lustrous blonde hair and tight, smooth body. I recalled the soft moans that she’d made as we fucked last night and the way she’d groaned as she climaxed.
Stop, I told myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about it but I had to.
I focused on Pamela, but she had already noticed that something was amiss.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, putting a hand on my chest and slowing me down just as I was beginning to thrust.
“I’m just a little tired,” I smiled, holding back everything I wanted to say. “Sorry.”
“You looked… as though your mind was somewhere else,” Pamela tilted her head, considering me. “Are you sure that’s all it is? We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to.”
I looked down at my erection, half-inside her, the shaft slick with her wetness.
“No, I’m fine,” I replied with a soft shake of my head. “I’m horny too. I need to cum.”
“Do it inside me,” Pamela murmured sexily. “Fuck me and fill me up, baby. I want it.”
I grabbed her hips and thrust into her roughly again, keeping my eyes on hers so that the mental images of Chantelle, Nick, and Mark couldn’t torment me. I rammed my dick into her so hard and fast that I saw a look of surprise on her face before she eventually closed her eyes in pleasure as I fucked her better than I had in years.
It felt good, fucking her like this. Something inside me was excited by the fact that two other men had been inside her last night, but now it was my turn, to take back ownership of her cunt. I didn’t understand it, but I also couldn’t deny it. It felt exciting.
Pamela’s hand was between her legs now, frantically rubbing her clit as I fucked her, and moments later, she convulsed, her back arching from the bed as she climaxed.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, yes. Don’t stop fucking me.” Then, a moment later, she pushed me away, clamping her thighs together. “Oh, fu-u-u-ck…”
I stood there, stroking my penis while waiting for her climax to subside. I hadn’t seen her orgasm as intensely as that since… well, since last night. But as for orgasms shared with me, it had been a long time since she had cum like that.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised, then gave a sexy smile. “That was a strong one. I suddenly got so sensitive and…”
“I need to cum too,” I interrupted her. “But I don’t want to cum inside you. I want to cum on your face.”
“My face?” Pamela looked unsure. “You usually like doing it in me.”
“I feel like doing something different,” I said with a shrug, jerking off while shuffling up and straddling her chest.
“I don’t know-” she began, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I held my penis in front of her, wanking off rapidly and ignoring her muttered reservations. Last night, Nick had ejaculated in her mouth, and Mark had finished on her breasts, and I wanted to do something like that too. Perhaps it was a sadistic urge, brought on by the betrayal and anger boiling away inside me; I wasn’t sure, but I was going to do it whether she liked it or not.
A moment later, a thick string of white cum burst from me, splashing across Pamela’s cheek. A second spurt hit her on the forehead, and then as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to say something, a third pulse shot out and straight into her mouth, making her gag in surprise.
I squeezed out the last few drops of my semen and rubbed the head of my penis on her lips and chin, waiting until she opened her eyes again.
“Fuck, yeah,” I grinned at her. “You look so sexy with cum all over your face, baby.”
Pamela smiled back, but I could tell she was taken aback by my suddenly sexually aggressive nature. “I’m glad you liked it, but can you let me go to the bathroom so I can clean up? I don’t want to get it in my eye.”
“Sure.” I moved to let her up, got into bed and watched her head out of the room to wipe her face. I felt satisfied now. Perhaps I could use the mental images of her and the two men to fuck her better in the future. And if I did fuck her well, would she even need Nick and Mark anymore?
I wasn’t sure, but I would take any way of coping with the situation until it was resolved. Without waiting for her to come back, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I’d managed to get through today. Tomorrow and every day after would get easier, I hoped.
Talking to Carlton at the weekend might help, and hopefully, by then, Chantelle would have had the opportunity to speak to Pamela. After that, everything would go back to normal. Not the old normal, but the new normal that we had talked about. Our new normal, whatever that was going to be.
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