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I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss, Book Two: Chapter 5
The weekend comes around and I go out with my friend and business associate, Carlton. Maybe he’ll have some ideas as to how I can sort out the mess my marriage is in. It’s going to be tough to tell him everything, but I need someone to confide in…
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
Chapter 5
I met Carlton at the upmarket Asian fusion restaurant he’d chosen, a trendy place I’d never been before. He’d called earlier insisting I join him for dinner tonight to discuss an important opportunity. I wasn’t eager to go, wanting to get home to Pamela after my encounter with Chantelle and Greg, but he was as persuasive as always.
Upon entering the restaurant, I was led to a table in the back where Carlton was already seated with a striking young redhead. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with intelligent green eyes and a graceful dancer’s physique.
“Glad you could make it,” Carlton greeted me smoothly as we sat down. He shot me a cryptic, knowing look but I had no idea what he was trying to communicate. Who was this lovely young woman?
“This is Bella,” he introduced the redhead.
Bella gave me a demure smile and extended a delicate hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said in a soft, husky voice. I noticed a large diamond ring on her left hand. Clearly, someone’s fiancée or wife, though Carlton hadn’t mentioned that detail.
The dim lighting and soft music lent a relaxing ambience to our table as I sat down. A waiter appeared and began explaining the menu specials, but I was only half listening as I tried to discern why exactly Carlton had summoned me here tonight. He was up to something, and this mysterious woman was obviously a part of it.
After we ordered, I turned to Carlton. “How do you two know each other?” I asked, casually as if making light conversation.
Before Carlton could respond, an elegant mixed-race beauty in a sleek black dress approached, sitting next to me before I could stand up to pull the chair out for her.
“I’d also like you to meet my cousin, Kris,” Carlton introduced us.
Kris gave me an appraising look. “Always a pleasure to meet one of Carlton’s business associates,” she said smoothly.
“Kris is also a friend of mine,” Bella chimed in with a demure smile. Her voice lilted with a faint accent.
So Carlton and Kris were cousins, and Bella was Kris’s friend. They all clearly knew each other already so I was the odd one out at this dinner gathering and I felt it keenly as the three of them began to chat while we waited for our food but then my phone buzzed with a text from Pamela and I looked at it in my lap so as not to appear rude or unsociable.
When will you be home? it read. I sighed, shifting uneasily in my seat. I needed to find a way out of this ad-hoc and uncomfortable situation and get back to her soon.
“What exactly is the occasion for this dinner?” I asked Carlton, then more bluntly, “And why did you invite me along?”
Carlton and the women exchanged sly glances. “We have some important matters to discuss,” my black friend said vaguely before changing the subject.
Suddenly it clicked — Bella must be Mark’s fiancée whom Carlton had mentioned the other day, the dancer friend of his cousin, Kris. I froze momentarily as the shock of that realization set in, but I somehow managed to keep my composure.
I gestured discreetly for Carlton to speak privately. “Can I have a quiet word?” I asked, then apologised to the two women. “Sorry. It’s just a private work thing.”
We stepped away from the table under the guise of some confidential business or other.
“What exactly are you playing at here?” I demanded under my breath. “Bella is Mark’s fiancée, isn’t she?”
Carlton smiled wolfishly. “Very perceptive of you. Yes, I got Kris to introduce me to the lovely Bella. We’ve been getting to know each other quite… intimately since then.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
I shook my head in disbelief. “And what does this have to do with me?”
“It’s all part of the plan, my friend,” Carlton replied smoothly. “You want payback against Mark for screwing Pamela, right? This is just the beginning.”
I felt uneasy being dragged into Carlton’s schemes, but a part of me was compelled by the prospect of retaliation against Mark. Plus, he’d also done me a favour by lying to Pamela and Nick the other week. I took a deep breath, contemplating my next move before speaking.
I hesitated, my eyes going to the two women talking at the table nearby, “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this plan,” I told Carlton frankly. “This sort of plot doesn’t sit right with me. Bella seems… nice. It’s not right to fuck her over too.”
Carlton raised an eyebrow. “She’s a slut. Kris tells me she fucked her way through dance school and now she’s screwing every guy she auditions for. I’m probably doing Mark a favour.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.”
“That’s a shame,” Carlton shrugged. “I thought you and Kris would make an excellent double date. You’ve got to admit, my cousin is kind of hot.”
He wasn’t wrong. She was pretty, tall and elegant and the thought of spending some time getting to know her was enticing, but then my phone buzzed again insistently in my pocket. Checking it, I saw another text from Pamela.
We need to talk tonight. Please come home soon.
My pulse quickened, wondering if it was about her affair.
“I’m sorry, Carlton, but I have to get going. Pamela needs me home.”
“We were just about to order.”
“I know but look.” I showed him the text from Pamela and his face softened.
He nodded understandingly. “Maybe she wants to tell you about Nick and Mark.”
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath, suddenly nervous. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“Of course you are.” Carlton put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it firmly. “Look, I only wanted you to meet Bella and be aware of my intentions. Don’t worry yourself about anything. Just get back to Pamela… and good luck.”
“Thanks.” I smiled, grateful for the reassurance.
He leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “If all goes according to plan tonight, I’ll have some juicy revenge material for you to give to Mark should you need it. Keep an eye on your phone.” He gave a conspiratorial wink.
I felt uneasy but gave a weak smile in return. “Please apologize to Kris and Bella for me leaving early,” I requested, eager to get home and see what Pamela had in store for me.
Carlton agreed smoothly and I hastily made my exit, feeling relief to be away from his little plan but also apprehension about what awaited me when I got home. It had been a long day already.
During the entire drive home, my mind raced with speculation about what Pamela wanted to discuss. Was she finally going to confess to fucking Nick and Mark? Had she somehow found out about my dinner with Carlton and those women? No, that was impossible.
When I walked in the door, Pamela greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss. She smelled great, wearing her favourite perfume and her curvy figure was on display through the tight t-shirt and jeans she was wearing. With her long, wavy brunette hair and ample bosom, it struck me just how attractive a woman I was married to, even if she was a lying, cheating wife. Her warm brown eyes that once looked at me so lovingly now harboured notes of concern.
“Finally. I feel like I’ve barely seen you lately,” she said, following me into the living room after I kicked off my shoes and took off my jacket
I shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. “Just work stuff keeping me busy. Are you okay? You said you wanted to talk.”
Pamela sat down beside me on the couch. “Is everything okay between us? It seems like you’ve been going out a lot at a moment’s notice, spending more time away than usual and…”
Her voice trailed off and her deep brown eyes searched my face. I steadied my expression, trying not to reveal the swirl of emotions within.
“And we haven’t been as close recently either,” she added softly. “Things don’t feel the same in bed. It’s like you’ve been avoiding me and I’m worried we might be drifting apart.”
I took her hand, pushing down my rising sense of guilt. “You know work has me stressed. But we’re solid — nothing for you to worry about.” I kissed her forehead, hoping she couldn’t tell that I was lying while waiting for her to confess to the real reason why we’d not been as close lately.
Pamela still looked uncertain. “Are you sure? It seems like you’ve got something on your mind lately. I don’t want us to lose our connection. Maybe we could plan a nice weekend getaway, spend more quality time together.”
Her suggestion tempered the storm inside me momentarily. Of course I cherished our relationship, despite the turbulence brought on by her affairs and my own misguided revenge ploys and weird occasional enjoyment of her sluttiness. I valued my marriage but it couldn’t go on like this forever.
“I think some one-on-one time would be great for us,” I agreed. Maybe it was a good idea. Perhaps taking her away from the temptations that were Nick and Mark might make her realise what she was doing and be the catalyst she needed to break it off with them. She’d told Chantelle she was going to end it.
Pamela brightened, snuggling into me contentedly. Holding her close, the warmth of her body against me made my inner conflicts fade slightly and caused my dick to stiffen slightly in my pants.
“I’m sorry I’ve been distant,” I murmured into her hair. “You know you’re the most important thing in my world. I’ll make more time for just the two of us, I promise.”
Pamela lifted her head to gaze at me adoringly. In her eyes, I could see a glimmer of the woman I fell in love with so long ago. It gave me hope that somehow, we could find our way through this mess but shadows still lurked in the corners of my mind — Carlton’s plan to seduce Bella, Pamela’s cheating, the lies woven through all of our lives now. For this tender moment, however, I pushed it all aside. Right now, nothing mattered except her body pressed against mine. The rest could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I just needed to make her feel better, despite everything she’d done.
I took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. I should shower first, the essence of Chantelle was still on me but I didn’t care. I pulled off her t-shirt and gazed at her round breasts in her bra until she reached behind her and undid the clasp. I undressed as she continued to take off the rest of her clothes and then we collapsed together on that bed, my dick finding her pussy immediately, sinking into her wetness.
I fucked her as hard and fast as I could and then afterwards, I laid at the side of her until she drifted off into a contented sleep and again, I admired her body. The curves of her breasts, the soft skin of her belly, the smooth mound of her pussy dotted with drops of my cum; it was hard to believe that two other men had enjoyed her over the past weeks and months.
For some reason, I couldn’t picture it. Our lovemaking just now had been passionate, raw, satisfying. Why did she need to fuck other men? I watched her for a moment longer, ensuring that she was asleep and then I got out of bed, slid into some pyjamas and crept downstairs, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Picking up my phone from the dresser, I checked it to find a text from Carlton.
Check your email.
Fuck. What had he done? Against my better judgement, when I got downstairs, I opened my laptop and did as he asked. There, in my inbox, was a video attachment and when I opened it, I saw it was of Carlton and Bella. I averted my eyes as soon as the camera rolled down her naked body. Despite his assurances that this would help get revenge on Mark, it felt tawdry and wrong.
Shit, Carlton. You’re just making this even messier and more complicated.
Restless, I began pacing the living room. I had footage of Mark and Pamela’s tryst on my computer as well, the sex they’d had just a few days ago and a strange temptation washed over me as I agonized over what to do. Before I could think twice, I sat back down, found the video and clicked play. Seeing her with Mark would stir up a tempest of emotions — anger, hurt, and if I was being honest, a flicker of arousal too, but I wanted to compare the two videos. I needed to see if how he fucked Pamela was anything like how Carlton fucked Bella. It made no sense but I couldn’t resist the compulsion to watch the two videos side by side, so I double-clicked the email attachment again and restarted Carlton’s video.
Bella was gorgeous. Her body was the opposite of Pamela’s, slim and toned, a dancer’s body. Her breasts were small, her nipples pale and a scattering of light freckles decorated her soft-looking, pale skin as Carlton laid her out on his bed. As she slipped off her panties, I saw that he had a small tift of reddish pubic hair before Carlton pushed his long black dick into the shot, rubbing the tip against her tiny pink pussy lips.
I should delete this. I should delete the footage of Mark and Pamela too. On that video, playing alongside the one of Carlton and Bella, my work colleague was fingering my wife while she pulled on his cock, getting him hard.
Deleting all my footage of Pamela should be the first step. From there, we could have an open and honest discussion about what we both needed to heal. She needed to stop seeing Mark and Nick. I needed to stop seeing Chantelle. No more secrets or misguided attempts at revenge — just truth, accountability and hopefully forgiveness.
There were no easy solutions, but maybe a break, a weekend getaway or something, was what we needed. A chance to reconnect, and then when we returned, a fresh start.
On my laptop screen, Carlton was fucking Bella now, his big black dick thrusting into Mark’s betrothed’s pussy hard. Beside that image was Mark’s dick sliding into my wife’s mouth. Despite having cum moments ago, I felt my dick getting hard again, so I pulled down my shorts and began stroking myself to the sight of Pamela sucking Mark’s cock.
Just then, I heard a small gasp behind me. Heart sinking, I spun around to see Pamela standing there in a black nightgown, eyes fixed on the two videos still playing. This was not how I envisioned her finding out that I knew about her.
“How could you?” she whispered, tears welling up.
The blood drained from my face. “Pamela, I can explain…” I stammered, quickly closing the laptop.
Her lip trembled. “Have you been spying on me? Recording me? And who was that other woman with the black guy?”
I looked down, shame flooding through me as I pulled my shorts back up over my erection. This was my rock bottom. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean this to happen, not like this.”
“I mean…” Pamela’s eyes were wide. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she processed what was going on here. “There are cameras? In our bedroom?”
I nodded. Weirdly, a wave of relief washed over me. She knew that I knew. Finally. This was it. This was the point of reckoning.
Pamela took a shaky breath and sat down next to me. “I was going to break it off with Mark this weekend. I’m so sorry.”
“And what about Nick?”
She cringed, then began to sob uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to put an arm around her but didn’t. She needed to feel bad. She’d been cheating on me for weeks. Not just with one man but two. Maybe even more. Perhaps I didn’t know everything.
“I’ve known for a while but didn’t know how to tell you,” I began but Pamela cut me off.
“Why the fuck were you wanking off?” she said, anger creasing her face suddenly. Black mascara streaked her cheeks as she glared at me. “What… did it turn you on, watching me with Nick and Mark? Or were you getting off to that red-haired bitch on the other video? I mean… what the fuck is going on?”
Her temper caught me off guard and it took me a moment to gather myself. “Wait. You can’t be angry at me, Pamela. You’ve been fucking my boss and my work colleague for ages now. I know everything. I even saw you do a threesome with the two of them.”
“You saw that?” Pamela’s anger dissipated and she wailed miserably before leaving the room, storming upstairs in obvious distress.
Fuck. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen.
I opened the laptop and stared at the two videos miserably. Where did I go from here?
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