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I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss, Book Two: Chapter 7

Everything is out in the open. I finally confronted Nick and Mark about their affair with my wife and now life will never be the same. How will things go from here?

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 Two, Chapter 1 of this is here, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“Happy birthday, Pamela!” My friend Jeff smiled as he walked through the door into the restaurant, by happenstance, the same restaurant I’d met Carlton, Bella and Kris in a couple of weeks ago.

My wife stood up to greet my oldest friend and the two of them hugged briefly. “Is this your new girlfriend?”

Jeff turned to the woman at his side and introduced her, even though I’d met her before.

“Yes,” he said proudly, his green eyes beaming at his gorgeous mixed-race companion, “Pamela, this is Kris.”

“She’s Carlton’s cousin,” I explained. “I met her a while ago and because she was single and Jeff was single, I thought I’d set them up on a date.”

“And here we are,” Kris smiled at me warmly. “We’ve been getting on great, haven’t we, darling?”

“We sure have.” Jeff took a seat at the table, waving at the other people who were sitting with us. “Hey, Carlton. Hi, Bella.”

Carlton and Bella were an item now too. A lot had changed since that fateful evening when Pamela had caught me watching her videos and the following day when Carlton had dropped the bombshell at the office to Nick and Mark.

“And you must be Chantelle and Greg,” Kris guessed as she sat next to Jeff.

“Nice to meet you,” Pamela’s friend replied and Greg stood up to shake Jeff’s hand.

“It’s so wonderful to have you all here,” Pamela beamed. “Thank you all for coming.”

“We wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Jeff replied just as the lights in the restaurant dimmed. He’d arrived at exactly the right time because a waiter walked over with Pamela’s birthday cake, candles blazing atop it which my wife blew out once we’d finished singing to her.

We enjoyed a fabulous meal, followed by drinks and I took a moment to appreciate how far we’d come since that awful night when I thought our marriage was over and my career was finished. Seeing my wife so happy and our group of friends all gathered together and enjoying themselves made me feel warm inside.

Drinks and conversation flowed throughout the evening and as we neared the end of what had been a fantastic night for Pamela’s birthday, the topic of discussion inevitably found its way around to everything that happened between us.

“I couldn’t believe it when told me on the phone,” Jeff was saying, his voice low so that not everyone in the restaurant would hear, even though it was late and we were the only party remaining. “So you guys are making this work now?”

“You seem really happy,” Kris added.

I’d decided to tell Jeff what had happened a few nights ago, when inviting him to Pamela’s birthday party. He was my closest friend, even though we didn’t see as much of each other as we used to. If there was anyone I could confide in, it was Jeff. I knew he wouldn’t judge us and he hadn’t. He’d been intrigued more than anything. Shocked, but intrigued.

“We are making it work,” I nodded. “No one ever said marriage was easy.”

“And we are happy, yes,” Pamela took my hand and squeezed it. “We have certain rules that we’ve promised to follow and there are boundaries we won’t cross, but so far, so good.”

“Good times are ahead,” Jeff smiled and winked at me and I felt myself blush but didn’t reply. He was right. Good times were ahead. Not that Jeff was going to be a part of that. Not yet, at least.

“So after you gave it to them in that meeting,” Jeff turned to Carlton, “What happened? Have you heard from Mark since?”

“Part of the deal I offered Nick was that he had to sack Mark immediately.” I looked at Carlton, still stunned at how ruthless he’d been that day. “I told him I couldn’t give my business to a company that employed people with such low morals.”

“And did he?” Greg asked, equally as interested in the story as Jeff was. Greg and Chantelle were still together. Pamela, Chantelle, he and I had got together a while ago and discussed everything that had happened. Greg and I had a good talk and the two women managed to restore their friendships. We’d even talked about taking things forward in the very near future.

“Mark quit,” I took over explaining. “He never even came back to work.”

“He came to my place, banging on the door,” Bella added. I was still surprised that she and Carlton were an item now but they were actually good together. I hadn’t told her that he’d once referred to her as a slut. Even though I’d since learned it was apparently true and that she had a very liberal view of sex.

“And you told him to fuck off, didn’t you?” Carlton laughed.

“I told him I never wanted to hear from him again or I’d have my brothers throw him in the river,” Bella giggled.

“And what happened to Nick?” Jeff asked, enjoying the story.

“I told him that as long as he stayed away from Pamela and gave our friend here a huge pay rise, I’d keep the videos of him cheating on his wife to myself,” Carlton revealed. “But as it turns out, he decided to leave.”

“And when he did, he recommended me for the new manager’s post,” my friend let me finish explaining. “I guess it was his way of apologising. I start on Monday.”

“Congratulations,” Jeff exclaimed, followed by a chorus of other congratulations from everyone else around the table, including Pamela.

“You didn’t tell me!” she squealed, pulling me into a hug and kissing me on the lips happily.

“I thought it would be another nice birthday surprise for you,” I smiled.

“So, all is well that ends well,” Chantelle spoke up, then lifted her almost-empty glass of wine high above the table and raised a toast. “To love conquering all.”

Everyone raised their glass and repeated the words before the conversation started to slow down as the restaurant manager told us they were closing soon.

“It’s been fun,” Jeff said, as he and Kris left. “We need to get together soon, just the four of us.”

“Definitely,” I said, giving him a hug as Kris kissed Pamela on the cheek. With them gone, I turned to face the rest of our friends who were all standing up and putting their coats on, ready to leave. “So, are we going to do this?”

“We’re doing this,” Bella giggled. “Your place?”

“Our place?” Pamela questioned, looking at me quizzically.

“Our place,” I confirmed. “Your final birthday present. You’ll see.”

***

Pamela knew what was going on before we got home and as soon as we all got out of our taxis and walked through the door, she turned to look at the group. I was standing next to Chantelle and Greg, both of whom had drunken smirks on their faces. Carlton and Bella were grinning too as they closed the door behind them.

“Is this what I think it is?” my wife eyed me cautiously.

“You said you wanted to try it,” I said slowly, walking over and kissing her softly on the lips. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“What?” she giggled quietly after we broke the kiss. “Just like that? We go upstairs and-”

“Don’t overthink it,” I whispered then kissed her again. “You told me you missed sex with Nick’s big black cock. Wait until you see Carlton’s.”

“Oh my,” she giggled sexily, looking over my shoulder at the group of friends waiting expectedly behind us. “Okay then.”

I watched my wife bound up the stairs but hesitated before following her. Carlton and Bella walked past me, followed by Greg and Chantelle, although Greg stopped and looked back, waiting for me to join them all in heading upstairs.

“Are you sure about this?” the older man asked me, scrubbing a slender hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. Then he laughed. “Because I’m not, but it’s too late to stop now.”

“I’ve seen her with other guys on videos,” I found myself saying, “But not in real life. I haven’t been present when… you know?”

“At least you’ve seen your partner with someone else,” Greg shrugged. He looked nervous. “I haven’t. I only know what Chantelle has told me. This is a total first for me.”

A loud female laugh echoed down the stairwell and Greg and I looked at each other, then slowly he walked up the stairs and disappeared from view. Still, I hesitated.

After I’d come home from work that day when Carlton had confronted Nick and Mark, Pamela and I had sat down to talk. She’d made me a home-cooked meal and bought an expensive bottle of wine to loosen our inhibitions and we’d talked, honestly and candidly.

The conversation hadn’t been easy and hadn’t been made any easier by what had happened earlier in the day. Pamela’s first instinct had been to call Nick and Mark, to check they were okay but I told her I didn’t want that. I needed her to focus on me. On us.

And she had. As far as I was aware, she’d not spoken to either of her two former lovers since then and they’d kept their promise to stay away. But that had led to a conversation about our sex life and why she felt like she needed to have sex with them in the first place. She was bored. It was as simple as that. She was happy in our marriage with every aspect of it apart from the physical side. Sex with me wasn’t bad, she’d insisted. It simply wasn’t as exciting as it once was. Hearing that hurt, but I appreciated her honesty and we made a promise to each other to try new things to liven up that side of our relationship.

But weekends away weren’t going to be enough. Sex toys weren’t going to be enough. Pamela had found herself fantasizing about other men, not just other scenarios. She liked the idea of a tall, physically imposing man. A black man. A man who could be rough with her between the sheets. A man with a big cock. With muscles. With attributes I didn’t have. That was what turned her on and that was what she wanted, even now.

Again, hearing those confessions was difficult but weirdly, it was also exciting. I couldn’t deny being turned on by seeing Pamela with Nick and Mark and as hard as it was, I managed to admit that to her properly, relating to her how many times I’d masturbated while watching the recordings of her and her lovers over the past weeks.

So the conclusion we reached was a logical one. She enjoyed being with new men. I enjoyed her being with new men. The things that were missing were honesty, openness, trust. If we put those aspects into the mix, who was to say we couldn’t make it work?

It couldn’t be with Nick or Mark though. Those fuckers had cheated on their own wives as well as sneaked around behind my back and lied to my face. I hoped that wherever they were and whatever they were doing, that their lives were as fucked up as mine and Pamela’s had almost been. No, I never wanted to see their smug faces ever again and I made her promise the same.

She agreed and we set out some other rules too. I needed to be in control. She owed me that. What happened now was a choice I got to make. She’d had her fun. Now it was my turn, even though the fun would always be centred around Pamela and her needs, I needed my fun too.

And so here we were. About to try something new for the first time. When I’d spoken to Carlton about it, he’d offered to be Pamela’s new lover without hesitation. And when I told Pamela, she replied that she’d like to try something with Carlton. Bella had to be part of the conversation but I’d kept that part a secret until tonight. I had no idea if Pamela harboured any lesbian fantasies but we’d soon find out. Bella was, as Carlton explained, very liberated when it came to sex.

As for Chantelle and Greg, he’d accepted that as an older man, he struggled to keep up with his younger girlfriend’s highly sexed nature, and so if she wanted to have casual sex with someone else, he’d tolerate it for her sake. Chantelle and Pamela had spoken about it and to my surprise, my wife gave permission for that ‘someone’ to be me. And then, the coup de grace, Pamela expressed curiosity towards watching me with her friend, something that Greg also said he’d like to try.

So here I was, standing at the bottom of a staircase, while my wife and my friends were giggling, no doubt already up to something, in the bedroom above me. What was I waiting for? This was it. This was the moment.

Would our marriage be able to withstand a brand new wave of sexual exploration? There was only one way to find out. I headed upstairs and pushed the bedroom door open.

“Let’s do this,” I said and undid my zipper.

***

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