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I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss, Book Two: Chapter 3

My wife is cheating on me with my two work colleagues. I’ve also fucked her best friend behind her boyfriend’s back. It’s not as easy as just leaving her. The stakes are too high. I’m in a messed-up situation but I have one person who I know I can talk to, and who will hopefully offer me some good advice…

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

Chapter 1 of this, the second book in the series, is here and Chapter 2 is here.

Part 3

On Saturday afternoon, I finally summoned the courage to make the journey to Carlton’s house. We’d arranged to meet at his, then go out later after we’d had a good chat. Despite my lack of sleep and frayed nerves, I knew I had to do it; he was one of the few people who knew Pamela well and could offer unbiased insight into her actions. Taking a deep breath, I walked up his driveway and knocked on his door. Carlton opened the door with a smile, but it quickly faded when he noticed my expression.

“What’s happened?” he asked, ushering me inside before closing the door behind us. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

I was simply feeling anxious about telling him everything but it must have been showing on my face more than I’d realised. I sighed heavily before beginning to tell him everything that had happened over the past week — about Pamela’s threesome with Nick and Mark, Chantelle’s drunken night in my bed, watching their videos together. He listened patiently without interruption as I spoke, then when I finished speaking he went quiet for what felt like an age but was probably less than a minute.

“A threesome,” he said finally, shaking his head, then stroking his grey-haired chin in thought. Carlton was black, making those silvery hairs stand out although they only served to make him distinguished and handsome, I imagined. “So it’s even worse than we thought. She fucked both of them. Wow. You must be in a total state of shock.”

“I am,” I confessed. “Chantelle kind of distracted me at the time but now a few days have gone by and I’ve had time to think about it and reflect on it, I don’t know where I go from here. I had a plan but…”

“A plan?” he interjected, raising his eyebrows at me. “What plan?”

“I don’t know if I can talk to you about it, Carlton,” I said nervously. “It’s pretty… It’s pretty wrong.”

“You’ll have to tell me if you want any chance of salvaging this marriage, my friend,” he nudged me. “You need to reduce your risk of being tempted by thoughts of revenge and blackmail. If you feel the need to do that to them…”

“I didn’t say anything about revenge,” I interrupted. “I know it’s wrong, but…”

Carlton looked at me for a long moment. “Look… We have some talking to do. You can’t carry this burden around. It’s just going to eat away at you.”

“I don’t know where to start,” I said, rubbing my hands over my face. “I’m trying to work out if I’m hurt, angry, jealous… I’ve never felt like this before.”

“I can’t begin to imagine.” Carlton rubbed his fingers through his short dark hair and gazed at me sympathetically. “Let’s have a beer while I think about you’ve told me.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I managed to force a smile.

My work friend headed into his kitchen and returned with a cold bottle of Budweiser which he handed over after he’d tugged off the cap.

“So, have you told anyone else about this?” he asked. “What’s that guy called that you used to hang around with? The guy that used to date Pamela.”

“Jeff?” I shook my head. “I did consider it but thought I’d talk to you first because you know Nick and Mark as well as Pamela. As of right now, he doesn’t have a clue about any of this.”

Carlton flicked on the TV, a welcome distraction from the intensity of the situation. A football game was on, not a team I followed but I watched it anyway, while my host sipped from his beer and continued to think.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he began, then paused. “But before telling you what I’ve got in mind, you’ve got to answer me a question.”

“Fire away.” I shrugged. “I’ve already told you all the humiliating details. Ask whatever you like.”

Carlton was pacing around his large, spacious living room but now he sat down on the brown leather sofa opposite me. “What is it that you want?”

“Huh?” I frowned at him, then snorted bitterly. “I want none of this to have ever happened. I want my old life back.”

“Well, we don’t have a time machine.” Carlton’s black fingers tapped on the side of the bottle in his hand. “So we can’t do that. But we can find a way of getting your old life back.”

“How?”

“We deal with Nick and Mark.” Carlton put his drink down for a moment, placing his hands on his knees and leaning closer. “After you told me about Nick, I did some homework. He’s married, you know that. right?”

“I know,” I nodded. “I’ve thought about talking to his wife if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Not exactly.” He shook his head. “As for Mark, I didn’t know about him until I did my homework but I can tell you something about Mark that you might not know. He’s engaged to be married. In fact, they’re tying the knot in just a few months.”

“Really?” I frowned at him. “Are you sure? I haven’t heard about that at all.”

“His fiancee, Bella, doesn’t want any fuss,” Carlton explained, “They’re having an intimate, closed-off, private ceremony. I only know because my cousin, Kris, is Bella’s friend.”

“It’s a small world,” I mused. “That’s good to know. It sounds like Mark has as much to lose as Nick does.”

“Absolutely,” Carlton agreed. “So, here’s my advice. Talk to Pamela. Tell her that you know but that you’re willing to forgive her if she never sees them again. Then confront Nick and Mark. Tell them you know they’ve been having sex with your wife and that if they ever try to see her again, you’ll show the proof of their cheating to their partners.”

“I’ve thought about doing exactly that,” I shrugged. “So many times, I really have. But Chantelle gave me the opposite advice. She told me that Pamela is just getting some things out of her system and that it will stop on its own. She said she’d tell Pamela that I’ve talked to her and that I’m suspicious. She thinks that will make Pamela break it off sooner rather than later.”

“Hmm.” My friend didn’t look convinced. He picked up his beer and finished it off, then slammed the empty bottle down on the table. “Finish your drink. Let’s go out and get drunk.”

We hit a few bars around town, sinking plenty of beers as we talked further about my situation. Carlton was kind. He could have ripped into Pamela, calling her a slut and making me feel worse or he could have questioned her need to sleep around and what that meant for my own sexual performance but he didn’t. He kept it sympathetic and constructive.

“You told me you had a plan,” he said, as the evening drew to an end. It was almost midnight and I’d already had two calls from Pamela, asking me what time I was coming home and warning me of the consequences of being too drunk.

“There’s something I haven’t told you,” I admitted first before telling him of the sketchy plan I’d formed over the past few days. “But it’s kind of wrong. I feel weird telling you.”

“Hey,” Carlton wrapped a firm arm around my shoulder and drew me in for a manly hug. “We’re friends. You can tell me anything.”

We were sitting in a crowded bar with strangers all around us but the music was loud enough to probably stop anyone overhearing us, so I took a deep breath and came out with it.

“Seeing Pamela with Nick and Mark,” I began, then hesitated, feeling my cheeks redden with shame even though I was pretty drunk at this point. “As well as making me feel angry and shitty., it…”

“Go on,” Carlton nudged me. “Tell me. It makes you feel… what?”

“Kind of horny,” I confessed. “In a weird way. I don’t know why.”

Carlton’s dark brown eyes bored into mine as he weighed up my words. Did he think I was fucked up? I was fucked up, I must be, for the sight of my wife being fucked by other guys to be arousing.

“Pamela’s super-hot.” He shrugged, then grinned, his teeth glowing white in the ultraviolet light of the bar we were in. “Relax. I get it. I’d probably get horny as hell watching the video too, whether she was my wife or not. Sex is sex, right? Watching a hot woman have sex is going to be a turn on, no matter who it is.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, feeling slightly better but still embarrassed at the same time. There was no way I’d be able to tell him what I’d just told him if I was sober. “I guess that’s it.”

“What time do you think Pamela will get sick of waiting up for you?” My friend continued. “When will she give up and go to bed?”

“Probably around now,” I laughed, taking a sip from my beer to discover it empty.

“Right,” Carlton emptied his beer too, and then stood up. “Let’s have one more drink and then head to yours. We can carry on drinking if she’s gone to bed, yeah?”

“Good idea,” I chuckled, although I knew deep down that it probably wasn’t a good idea at all. It was probably the exact opposite of a good idea.

I soon got a text from Pamela, confirming that she was indeed going to bed. I told her not to wait up, but at the same time, promised that I wouldn’t be too late. Carlton and I kept it to one more drink, then I let him talk me into getting a taxi to my place.

“If Pamela’s in bed,” he slurred into my ear as we climbed the steps that led to my front door, “Maybe you could show me one of the videos you’ve got.”

“Videos?” I questioned, drunkenly struggling with my key in the lock.

“You know…” He elbowed me gently in the ribs as I finally managed to open the door and we half-stumbled into the house. “The videos of Pamela.”

He whispered the last part and I turned to look at him, stunned at what he was suggesting.

“You want to see…” I hushed my voice down to an almost inaudible level so my wife wouldn’t hear, “Those videos?”

“Sure,” Carlton nodded. “Maybe it’ll help me understand better.”

It was nothing to do with understanding, I knew that. He just wanted to see Pamela naked and getting fucked but I headed into the kitchen and got two more beers from the fridge anyway, beckoning him to follow me, before closing the door so we could talk.

“Carlton,” I said, shaking my head, “You’re really asking me that? I can’t show you my wife having sex.”

“Sure you can,” my back friend replied, relaxing back against the kitchen cupboards and taking a long pull of the beer I’d just passed to him. “Chantelle saw the videos. Nick and Mark have obviously seen her naked. What difference does one more person make? It might help me figure out a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Like… if she’s…” he paused, struggling for the right words, “Like how much she’s into it. Perhaps I’ll be able to pick up on what she needs to do this for. Or something.”

“Or something?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “As in… or maybe you just want to see her tits and pussy?”

“Yeah, so what?” He shrugged. “As I said, Pamela is hot. Take that as a compliment. I can’t help being curious as to what she looks like naked. And how she fucks.”

“Honesty at last.” I couldn’t help but laugh at Carlton’s admission. He had balls, I had to give him that.

“Maybe it’ll help you feel better,” he continued, trying his best to talk me into it.

Fuck it. I was feeling horny and thinking about watching the videos after he’d gone anyway. Why shouldn’t I show him? Maybe he was right. Maybe it would help in some strange way.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered to myself, indicating for him to follow me as I walked through into the living room. I pulled the laptop out of its storage space, hidden underneath the sofa and opened it up. “Here,” I said, handing it to him once I’d logged in.

“Cool.” Carlton replied excitedly, sitting down and putting it on his knee. “Where are you going?”

I was walking out of the door. “I’ll only be a minute,” I told him. “I’m going to make sure she’s asleep. We’re fucked if she comes downstairs and catches us.”

Once he nodded, I quickly but quietly sneaked upstairs and checked in on my wife. She was in bed, beneath the covers, but her face was looking my way and I could see that her eyes were shut and her mouth slightly open as she softly snored in sleep.

I crept back out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed and tiptoed back downstairs to find Carlton waiting for me.

“This is crazy,” I told myself as I reached over and opened the secret folder where the videos were saved, then clicked on the most-viewed one, of her with both Nick and Mark.

Neither of us spoke much for a while as we watched Pamela on the bed with the two men, starting at the beginning as they talked to her reassuringly and then as she sucked first Mark, then Nick and as it progressed to her fucking them both on the bed.

“Damn,” Carlton murmured softly as we got a particularly good view of Pamela’s naked body when Nick rolled her onto her back and her legs fell open in the direction of the camera. “You’re so lucky, her body… those curves… she’s like a fucking goddess.”

“Lucky?” I questioned, almost choking on a mouthful of beer. “Dude, she’s cheating on me right in front of you. I’d hardly call that lucky.”

“You know what I mean,” he deflected the comment, unable to tear his eyes off the screen until it got to the part where they double-penetrated her. “Holy fuck. She’s taking both of them. This is fucking… legendary. This is legit golden, S-tier porn.”

That made me giggle, despite the growing sense of shame in the pit of my stomach.

“True. I just wish it didn’t have my wife in it,” I sighed.

“I’m sorry.” Carlton mumbled, suddenly seeming to realise he was being tactless. “I can see why you got so fucking turned on though. Are all the videos as good as this?”

“They’re just her and Nick,” I replied, shaking my head. “Obviously, this is the dirtiest one.”

“You never told me your plan,” he pointed out next, after we went quiet, watching the rest of the threesome unfold until it got to the part where the two guys shot their load into her mouth and on her face and tits.

I looked down and saw a distinct bulge in Carlton’s pants and grinned to myself. Should I tell him? I’d come this far, I guessed.

“I like watching the videos,” I confessed. “I’m going to keep on recording her, letting her fuck them a few more times and record it all. The more evidence the better, right?”

“Right,” Carlton nodded, adjusting his dick through his jeans. “And more wanking material for you too.”

“True,” I admitted, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We’ll see if Chantelle is correct. If Pamela get bored or satisfied or whatever, and breaks it off with Nick and Mark, then cool. I have my videos to watch and use in future if I ever feel like I have to, if things don’t work out.”

“And if she just keeps on fucking them?” Carlton countered. “Or if she starts fucking other guys too, then what?”

“Then I’m going to do as you said. I’m going to confront Pamela, show her the videos, but not before making copies. Then I’ll tell Nick and Mark too, threaten to tell and show their partners unless they leave Pamela the fuck alone.”

“It’s your call,” Carlton replied. “You have to do whatever works for you… whatever feels like the right thing.”

“Thanks,” I replied softly. “Thanks for being so understanding.”

“It’s all good,” my friend smiled at me. “Thanks for showing me. I’m going to have to jerk off when I get home. Watching Pamela has made me horny as fuck.”

“Jerk off now, if you like,” I laughed. “Or is that too weird?”

“Too weird,” he confirmed with a chuckle, standing up and trying to straighten the front of his jeans. “I have a plan too but I’m going to keep it to myself for now. I think you’ll like it, but give me time, all right?”

“I’m giving Pamela time,” I shrugged, “So yeah, whatever. Keep me in the loop and thanks for tonight, I feel a bit better about it all now.”

“Good.” Carlton slapped me hard on the shoulder as he made his way towards the front door. “Now why don’t you head upstairs and wake your wife up for a fuck? I’m going home to beat off.”

I grinned and saw him out of the door, strongly considering doing what he’d suggested and waking Pamela up but I knew she wouldn’t entertain sex with me in the drunken condition I was in. She hated me being drunk, so instead, I went back into the room and emptied my balls into my hand to the sight of my wife being double-penetrated one more time.

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