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I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss, Book Two: Chapter 2

In the following days, I carried the weight of a hidden truth — my wife’s affair with Nick and Mark. My interactions with the three of them became a minefield of secrets, each glance and word a careful dance between concealment and confrontation. As I looked ahead to the weekend, I battled the conflicting currents of betrayal and attraction, finding solace and torment in the videos I had recorded…

This is the sequel to Book One, now published on Amazon on other eBook stores here and still readable on Medium here.

Chapter 1 of this, the second book in the series, is here.

Part 2

I woke up to a second morning filled with the weight of secrets I could barely contain. The memories of the past few days were a tumultuous storm in my mind, crashing against the walls I’d built to hold them back. The images of my wife, Pamela, entangled with Nick and Mark, replayed like a haunting movie in my head.

I tried to shake off the persistent unease as I got ready for work. The routine was a comforting distraction, a way to temporarily escape the turmoil that simmered just beneath the surface. But as I glanced at the mirror, my eyes held a reflection of the conflict I couldn’t ignore. I looked tired. Haggard, almost.

Walking into the office felt like crossing into a battlefield of emotions. Nick and Mark were there, going about their tasks as if nothing had changed. I forced a smile, engaging in mundane conversations with my other work colleagues while the knowledge of Nick and Mark’s secret liaisons with Pamela loomed like a dark cloud over me. Every interaction was a challenge, a test of my ability to suppress the thoughts that threatened to consume me.

When I did talk to Nick or Mark, I found myself scrutinizing their expressions, searching for signs that they knew I’d seen their hidden rendezvous. Were they merely oblivious to the fact that I knew; was I able to hide it well, or did they sense the truth lurking beneath my facade?

During a coffee break, I stood by the window, nursing my cup as I watched the cityscape outside. The chatter around me faded into background noise and my mind fixated on the videos I’d secretly recorded. A perverse curiosity was drawing me to rewatch the scenes, a twisted mental dance between betrayal and arousal.

I made my way back to my office and sat at my desk, slumping into my chair heavily. The silence in my mind was deafening, the weight of my knowledge a burden I couldn’t share. I wondered if I should confide in someone else besides Carlton and Chantelle, to seek advice from a friend with more distance and clarity, someone who might help me navigate this uncharted territory. But the fear of judgment and the uncertainty of their reaction held me back. I just had to wait until the weekend, when I could talk to Carlton. I didn’t know what to do about Chantelle but I was sure I’d work it out in time.

Hours passed like a blur, the workday a series of moments I struggled to fully engage in. As the late afternoon sun painted long shadows across the office, I found myself facing another unavoidable situation — a meeting with Nick and Mark to discuss a new project. Walking into the conference room, my heart raced in my chest. Nick’s casual greeting and Mark’s friendly smile were almost unbearable. I took a seat around the table with them, my mind racing as I tried to focus on the presentation.

“How did the meeting go?” were my boss’s first words.

The sound of his voice felt distant, merely a backdrop to the memories that haunted me. I fought to maintain a composed exterior, my own voice a practised mask of professionalism. Every glance, every gesture felt like a calculated move in a high-stakes game. I wondered if they could hear the rapid thud of my heart, if they could see the inner turmoil that threatened to bubble over.

“With Carlton?” I clarified. “It went well. The contract is tied up for another twelve months. How did the company birthday party go?”

“It went great.” Nick’s smile was easy. Too easy. He should be struggling with guilt, like I was struggling with the temptation not to wipe the grin from his face with a fist. “Good news about Carlton too. Well done.”

“What I called the meeting for,” Mark took over, “Was to ask if you’d like to take one of my clients on board. The Donnex account. It’s a good commission payer, but I’m working on a new set of clients and don’t have time for it any more.”

“The Donnex account?” I raised an eyebrow. “But that’s-”

“Going to involve some travelling, yes,” Nick nodded, his dark eyes meeting Mark’s for a moment across the table. “But financially, it’ll be great for you.”

It would involve some travelling because it was on the other side of the country and required Mark to visit their various sites once or twice a month. I knew why the two men exchanged a look — they wanted me away more often, so they could spend more nights with my wife like the one they’d enjoyed the other evening.

I thought about it, keeping my face as straight as possible to hide the turmoil bubbling away inside. A new plan began to form as I pondered on whether or not to take them up on the offer. The financial benefit would indeed be useful. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to build up a certain pot of money if I was going to find a way of exacting revenge, potentially costing me this job and my marriage. Plus, more nights away gave me further opportunities to record them cheating on their respective partners. When the time came to confront them, more evidence couldn’t be a bad thing.

“Sure,” I nodded. “I’ll need to finish the presentation I’m doing for Carlton first.”

“Absolutely,” Nick smiled, glancing at Mark briefly.

I pretended not to notice the exchange between them. “Great. Well, if that’s everything, I need to get back to my office because I’m expecting a call.”

“Excellent,” Nick nodded, his white teeth bright against his dark skin as he smiled.

The meeting concluded, and I made a hasty exit, the weight of the encounter still lingering in the air. The rest of the day passed in a blur of disconnection, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I had a plan, but whether or not I was going to execute it, I hadn’t decided yet. The way ahead of me was going to be difficult, no matter what path I chose.

Pamela was visiting her parents that night, so that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself alone at home, staring at the phone. The urge to confide in someone, to release the pent-up turmoil, was stronger than ever. I gave a lot of thought about calling Jeff, my closest friend. We’d been buddies since college but since he recently got married to his second wife and moved out of town, we didn’t see each other as often as I’d like. I could trust Jeff. He’d give good advice, but the fear of exposing Pamela’s infidelity held me back. He liked Pamela. He always had. They’d very briefly dated before she and I got together.

The thought of sharing those intimate details was a barrier I couldn’t breach. I didn’t want to spoil her image in his eyes and make things awkward between the three of us. I decided on an early night. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.

While waiting for Pamela to come home, I lay in bed, the glow of the laptop screen illuminating my conflicted thoughts. I logged myself into the protected folder I’d created and the videos played before me, a visual testament to the complexity of human emotions.

As I watched Nick’s large black cock penetrate my wife’s pussy, the arousal I felt was a haunting reminder of the betrayal I’d witnessed and how weird it felt to be aroused at the same time as feeling hurt. It was a twisted cycle, a dance between attraction and disgust that left me bewildered.

I slid down my shorts and found my erection beneath the covers, nursing it gently while fast-forwarding it to the scene where Mark and Nick put their cocks inside her at the same time.

I watched the image of Pamela sliding down onto Mark’s cock, his girthy shaft disappearing between my wife’s pink folds before Nick joined them, kneeling between the four legs in front of him and then guiding his black dick into her cunt alongside Mark’s.

I still found it hard to believe that she’d taken two penises inside her at the same time. I paused it for a moment, staring at the sight of the three of them like that, then pressed play and began to jerk my cock slowly while watching them fuck her.

The red-hot sense of outrage filled me but as soon as it did, it was instantly drowned by arousal. I tried to ignore the fact that it was my wife being double-fucked and instead pretend that I was simply watching something on a porn site, tugging my cock faster, enjoying the sight of this beautiful woman’s pussy being stretched to its limits.

“I’m going to cum. I’ve never felt this before. My pussy feels so stretched and filled up. Oh, fuck…”

The too-familiar sound of Pamela’s voice and then her moan as she orgasmed on their dicks brought me back to my senses. This wasn’t a pornstar. This was my wife, cheating on me in the most obscene way with two of my work colleagues. But my dick remained hard, pulsing in my hand, close to ejaculating.

I watched them fuck her until eventually they withdrew their dicks and my wife sat up, ready for their cum. I kept stroking my cock beneath the covers, unable to take my eyes from the screen as first Nick came in her mouth, my wife greedily swallowing the spunk before Mark jerked off and shot his load onto Pamela’s ample tits.

The sight of his cum splattering across my wife’s chest was the last thing I watched before slamming the lid down in disgust at myself because I’d cum too, into my hand. I got up and headed to the bathroom and stopped in my tracks when I saw Pamela walking up the stairs.

“Hey,” she smiled, then her expression changed to one of surprise as she looked down at my hand, wrapped around my cock and my shorts pulled down to just below my hips. Her lips curled into an amused bow. “What the… Have I just caught you having a wank?”

“Um… yeah,” I said, my face warming with embarrassment. “I was waiting for you to come home but got too horny. Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize.” My wife chuckled and gestured towards the bathroom. “Well, go on then. Clean yourself up.”

I hurried through the door that she was pointing at and washed the sperm from my hand under the tap before returning to the bedroom to find Pamela undressed and getting into bed. She pointed towards the laptop atop the covers.

“Watching some good porn, were you?”

“I was, as a matter of fact,” I nodded. “Some very good porn.”

I reached out and grabbed the laptop before she could get it.

“Oh, come on. Show me,” she implored, getting into bed in just a pyjama top and her panties. “Don’t be a spoilsport.”

I sat next to her and angled the screen so she couldn’t see it before opening it, and quickly closed the hidden folder down. Then I opened a web browser, went to my favourite porn site and on a clever whim, brought up an amateur video of a wife being fucked by two guys while her husband watched.

“Here you go,” I murmured, passing her the laptop. “If you’re curious.”

I watched Pamela carefully for any reaction and noted her eyebrows raise in surprise at the content matter but she didn’t seem alarmed at all.

“I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing,” she asked, looking at me curiously for a moment, then without waiting for an answer, she slid her hand into her panties and touched herself.

“Maybe there are some things you still don’t know about me,” I posited, watching the shape of her fingers through the thin cotton of her panties as she began working her clit while watching the woman on screen sucking two dicks.

“Like… You enjoy watching guys sharing their wives with their buddies?” Pamela’s dark blue eyes stayed on the screen.

“Maybe I do,” I suggested. What was I doing? I should be confronting her about her cheating, not wanking off to it and then enjoying seeing her do the same because, no doubt, she was reliving her own threesome with Nick and Mark while watching the woman onscreen.

Pamela put the laptop on the bedside table and slid her panties down, then opened her legs. “Lick me,” she requested. “Make me cum. You’ve had your fun. I want mine now.”

I did as she commanded, sliding down the bed and taking my place between her thighs. I let my tongue glide over her swollen clit, savouring the taste of her juices, before pressing my face against her pussy, sucking on the pink nub until she cried out softly and came against my mouth.

“Do you ever fantasize about me being fucked by someone else?” Pamela asked softly, once her climax subsided and I was lying next to her again

“Yes,” I admitted, my heart suddenly thumping nervously in my chest. This conversation was unplanned. Was it a mistake? Was I giving the green light she needed to feel less guilty about what she’d done?

I waited for her to reply but she didn’t. Pamela’s breathing slowed and I watched as she drifted off into a content sleep, then I took the laptop from the bedside cabinet and closed it, casting the room into darkness.

Sleep remained elusive, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. The echoes of the past few days reverberated through me, a symphony of secrets and desires that refused to be silenced. But eventually, I managed to doze off, albeit into a restless night full of dirty dreams about Pamela and faceless strangers.

The next morning, I walked into the office once again, my heart heavy with the weight of the knowledge I carried, the truth I didn’t want to face; that I was as turned on by my wife’s slutty actions as much as I was hurt by them.

The day’s interactions with Nick and Mark were difficult again, each moment a reminder of the delicate balance I maintained. The next two days before the weekend blurred together, a dance of normalcy and turmoil that became my new reality. I couldn’t escape the knowledge that Pamela’s infidelity had irreversibly altered our relationship. The images of her with Nick and Mark were etched into my mind, a constant undercurrent in our interactions, both with my wife and with my two work colleagues. The urge to confront her and them, to demand answers and seek resolution, warred with the fear of shattering the fragile facade I’d constructed at home and at work. As the weekdays passed, I navigated the minefield of emotions, each step a deliberate move in an intricate dance of deception and revelation. The videos I’d recorded became both a lifeline and a torment, a refuge for my conflicting desires and a testament to the fractures within our marriage. And so, I continued to navigate this complex web, unsure of the path ahead. The cycle of secret wanks at home and managing my emotions and reactions became a relentless whirlwind. I clung to the hope that somehow, amidst the chaos, a resolution would emerge when I talked to Carlton at the weekend, and that I’d find a way to bridge the chasm between the betrayal I’d witnessed and the future I hoped to salvage.

Book 2: Chapter 3 is now live here.

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