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I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss, Book Two: Chapter 4
My wife’s best friend, Chantelle, has been a comfort and an outlet for my frustrations through Pamela’s affair but when I meet her boyfriend, things take an unexpected turn…
This is the sequel to Book One, now published on Amazon on other eBook stores here and also readable episodically on Medium here.
If you want to catch up with book 2, Chapter 1 of this is here, Chapter 2, Chapter 3…
Chapter 4
I pulled up to Chantelle’s house, my palms sweaty on the steering wheel. Seeing her always filled me with desire, but also guilt. Guilt that I was betraying Pamela, even if she had strayed first. My wife’s gorgeous blonde friend greeted me at the door, blonde waves flowing over her lacy camisole.
“You’re early,” she smiled, beckoning me inside. “Which is good, because Greg might be calling over later.”
She led me down the hallway, adorned with framed photos from her modelling days, into the cosy living room. I sunk into the plush grey couch, its pillows imprinted with the shapes of our trysts.
Chantelle curled up beside me, hand sliding up my thigh. Her touch ignited my body, even as my mind reeled. She asked how I was holding up. I sighed, images of Pamela invading my thoughts.
I sighed deeply. “As well as can be expected I guess. I just can’t stop picturing…” I trailed off, the vivid images of Pamela writhing with her lovers flooding my mind once more.
Chantelle squeezed my leg reassuringly, her thumb making small strokes up my inner thigh. “I know it’s hard. But Pamela told me last night she’s going to end things with them soon. She knows she made a mistake.”
That was why I was here. Last night was the first time that Pamela and Chantelle had gone out for one of their regular girls’ nights and as such, was the only opportunity that Chantelle had to find out what was going on in my wife’s head.
“She said that?” I asked, hope filling me for a moment. “So she’s definitely going to stop sleeping with them?”
“Well,” the blonde started, then hesitated. “She told me about the threesome. I pretended to be shocked when she told me. I mean, a threesome with two coworkers? What was she thinking?”
“And how did she say she felt about it all?” I asked. “Does she feel guilty?”
“She does,” the blonde nodded. “I told her that she’s risking her marriage. A fling is one thing but a threesome? And the way it’s becoming a regular thing now, that makes it into an affair.”
Chantelle’s tone of disapproval struck a chord with me and lifted my spirits slightly. It was over a week since I’d gone out with Carlton and Pamela had seen Nick and Mark separately in just that short space of time. I’d recorded both visits and once again suffered that strange conflict of arousal at watching her and a sense of betrayal and what they were doing.
“And she said she’d stop?” I asked optimistically.
“Yes,” Chantelle nodded, her smile lifting me again. She had a way of making me feel like everything would work out. I was grateful to have her support through this mess Pamela had created.
“She said she was having fun but she knows it has to stop before she gets caught. She said she was going to finish it with them and try to rebuild things with you.”
I surveyed the room as she reassured me that Pamela’s cheating was just a temporary lapse in judgment. The sunlight streamed in through gauzy curtains, illuminating specks of dust floating lazily in the air. A vanilla-scented candle burned on the coffee table.
How many times had I sought solace here, away from the outside world? Chantelle provided an escape, however fleeting. Her positivity lifted my spirits, even if I struggled to share it by completely believing what she was telling me.
We shed our clothes on the plush rug, its fibres soft on my knees as I licked her pussy for a while, then Chantelle guided me to the velvet-covered chaise longue, deeper and better-cushioned than my couch at home.
My hands roamed her familiar curves as she straddled me. Her murmured encouragement drowned out the echoes of doubt in my mind. For now, nothing existed but sensation and escape.
“When she stops seeing Nick and Mark, we need to stop doing this too,” I sighed as her tight, shaved pussy sank onto my hard cock. The familiar feel of her body enveloped me with pleasure, yet my mind still swirled with conflict.
As she began to move, I gripped her hips, my fingertips pressing into her soft skin. “I just feel so torn,” I confessed. “I hate that Pamela did this to me, to us. But here I am betraying her too.”
Chantelle’s breaths came faster as she quickened her pace. “I know, but you deserve to feel good too. We’re just helping each other through this mess.” Her words were punctuated by soft moans.
I thrust upward, losing myself in the physical sensations. Her pussy was tight, more so than Pamela’s used cunt felt these days. In these moments with Chantelle, I could push aside the turmoil and anger, if temporarily.
But later, the weight would resettle in my chest. Chantelle assumed Pamela ending things with Nick and Mark would neatly resolve our trysts as well but nothing about this situation was simple and neat anymore.
“What will we do, though, when she does end it?” I asked, panting now as I neared release.
Chantelle tilted her head back, eyes closed. Her pert tits stood out in front of her and I couldn’t help but to cup and squeeze them softly as she rode me. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” She cried out, muscles contracting around me.
I clutched her waist, joining her in blissful oblivion if only for a few seconds. My cock exploded inside her. I never lasted long with Chantelle. She was too perfect, too good-looking. Too slim and sexy. Our attraction was intense, but never deeper than physical.
As we caught our breath afterwards, the realities of our predicament loomed once more. The comfort she offered was addictive. I couldn’t end this yet, despite the messy complications. “One day at a time then,” I said, pulling her to me again and kissing her, knowing that my dick would harden quickly enough for another session with her. She knew exactly how to turn me on by now.
“Did you know she’s been with both Nick and Mark this week?”
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, pulling the blonde around and positioning her on all fours with her smooth ass facing me.
“You recorded it?” She looked over her shoulder at me as slid two fingers inside her, enjoying the slick feeling of my cum oozing out.
“Of course.”
“And you wanked your little dick, watching them, didn’t you?” Chantelle’s teasing had my cock twitching into stiffness already. “You’re so kinky. You know that, right?”
“Says the girl who’s waiting for me to fuck her again while her boyfriend is at work,” I chuckled, my fingers plunging in and out of her wetness and making her moan.
Then her phone suddenly buzzed on the coffee table nearby. Chantelle grabbed it, eyes widening. “It’s Greg! He’ll be home any minute.”
My heart started hammering. We leapt to our feet, scrambling to gather our discarded clothes. I could feel panic rising as I yanked my jeans back on.
Just as we finished dressing, the sound of Greg’s car pulling up outside made us both freeze. Chantelle turned to me, putting a finger to her lips.
“Stay calm, I’ll handle this,” she whispered. I nodded mutely, pulse pounding in my ears. What had we gotten ourselves into? I realised that Pamela wasn’t the only one risking everything these days.
“Honey, I’m home!” Greg’s voice called out the cliched welcome from down the hall.
Chantelle leapt up in a panic and we scrambled to gather our discarded clothing. Just as I finished buttoning my shirt, Greg strolled into the living room.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had company,” Greg said pleasantly. He was tall and handsome, with distinguished salt-and-pepper hair. Chantelle had told me his age — in his mid-fifties — but it was still a surprise to see them together as Chantelle stepped forward, smoothing her hair. He looked so much older than her, with his fading hairlines and wrinkles around his eyes.
“Greg, darling,” Chantelle introduced me, “This is my friend Paul. We were just…chatting.”
Greg extended his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Paul.” I shook it, praying he couldn’t feel my clammy palm.
“So what brings you by?” Greg asked amiably as he undid the navy blue tie around his neck and tossed his briefcase into the corner of the room.
My mind raced. “Oh, I was just passing and stopped by to ask her… about what she’s getting Pamela for her birthday next month.”
Greg nodded, but I could see the gears turning in his head as he glanced between us.
“Pamela’s birthday?” His blue eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”
My heart began to beat hard again until Chantelle leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry, he’s just teasing you. Greg knows about Pamela’s affair. I told him everything.”
I looked at her, surprised. She smiled reassuringly and squeezed my hand.
Greg spoke gently. “Forgive me if I’m out of line, but is there something going on between you two?”
Chantelle laughed lightly. “Oh Greg, quit joking around. You know Paul’s wife Pamela has been cheating on him and I’ve been helping him through it as a friend. Stop being an ass.”
Greg grinned then nodded slowly, his face straightening. “Sorry. You have my sympathies, Paul.” He studied me intently and I worried he could sense there was more.
Chantelle turned to face me and chimed in brightly, “I hope you’re not angry I told Greg about Pamela. He’s good at giving advice and I wanted to know what he thought about it all.”
I wasn’t sure how well Greg and Pamela knew each other but the fact that this man knew about my wife’s infidelity made me feel even more uncomfortable.
“I guess it’s cool,” I shrugged, despite my rising anxiety. “If you trust Greg, I trust him too.”
“Of course you can trust me,” Greg replied but his smile was oddly unconvincing or reassuring. I wondered if Chantelle had told Greg about our own affair but he showed no indications of knowing, at least not yet. The further conversation that Chantelle had with her boyfriend while he took off his shoes and made himself a drink — about Greg’s work day — was innocuous enough, though I sensed a tension below the surface. We were treading on thin ice.
Greg turned to me, his expression kind. “This can’t be easy for you, finding out Pamela. She doesn’t seem to sort, does she? How are you holding up?”
I sighed. “It’s been rough, but I’m trying to process it.”
Chantelle jumped in. “Actually, I just found out last night when I went for drinks with Pamela that she had a threesome with Mark and Nick after the work birthday party.”
I wondered what Greg would think if he knew that Pamela was going to fuck one of them that night until finding me parked outside.
Greg’s eyes widened in surprise. “A threesome? My word…” He shook his head sympathetically.
“I know, right?” Chantelle glanced at me, smiling almost apologetically. I needed to get out of here.
“How was your night out otherwise, my dear?” Greg continued. “Besides that revelation.”
“Oh, it was lovely. We had a nice chat and some laughs. It was good to see her,” Chantelle replied breezily.
Greg got up to mix himself a drink and politely offered me one as well but I shook my head.
“I really should be going.” I looked at my watch. “Pamela will be wondering where I am.”
“Before you go, forgive me, but I must ask,” Greg said, nodding understandingly, “Once again, is there something intimate occurring between you and Chantelle?”
“Stop fooling around,” Chantelle’s eyes darted to me as she nudged him in the ribs but I held my breath because I knew he was being serious. The blonde laughed nervously. “Seriously? What? No, of course not. We’re just friends.”
I quickly added, “Yeah, we’re just friends. Close friends but that’s all it is”
Greg studied us pensively before staring intently at his girlfriend. “Please, if there is something, you can tell me. I only want honesty between us.”
Chantelle avoided his gaze, wringing her hands. “Really Greg, you’re imagining things.”
The older man took her hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “Darling, it’s alright. If you have developed feelings for Paul, in order to fill certain needs, I understand. I’m not angry.”
Chantelle looked up hesitantly. “You…you understand? You understand what?”
“We don’t have feelings for each other,” I insisted. My feet wanted to take me to the door and run a mile but I wasn’t going to just desert Chantelle like that.
“Yes, I would understand. You deserve to be happy, even if that means looking outside our relationship,” Greg said gently.
I felt my eyes widen and my cheeks redden. He knew. Then Chantelle’s entire body seemed to slump and she just came out with it in one long rush.
“Fine, Greg…yes, Paul and I have been seeing each other since the night of Pamela’s work party. The night of the threesome. I’m so sorry.”
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath. “I’m sorry too, Greg. I don’t know what to say. Things have been crazy since-”
“Don’t feel guilty,” Greg cut me off, ignoring me and focusing on Chantelle. He squeezed her hand supportively again and then turned to look at me. “It is what it is. I already knew something was different. I think I sensed it from the way she’s been talking about you. We’ll work through this.”
I let out a relieved breath, grateful for Greg’s empathy and composure and happy that this wasn’t going to end in a fistfight or worse
“I should go. Let you two talk about this,” I mumbled, shuffling away before he changed his mind but Chantelle wouldn’t let me leave just yet. She pulled her hands away from her boyfriend, walked over to me and kissed me softly on the lips.
Then she turned back to Greg. “How does that make you feel? Watching me kiss him?”
“Chantelle,” the older man said, his eyes narrowing again. “You’ve told me all about how Pamela’s cheating turns you on. I know you’re kinky and Paul’s the same and I get it. I’m willing to talk about this and work things out, but don’t push your luck.”
The blonde’s face dropped slightly but she soon regained her composure, flashing me a reassuring smile. “Okay, you can go. I’ll call you later. Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
I’d really fucked things up here and felt terrible but Chantelle nodded and so I left her to sort things out with Greg. Could things get any crazier than they already were?
Then Carlton called me as I was travelling home and what he had to tell me made me realise that the answer was yes. Things could — and were about to — get even crazier.
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