I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss: Part 2

After a while of wondering, my worst fears have come true. My wife is cheating on me with my boss. I’ve caught them on camera but now what do I do about it?

Part 2

“Slowly,” my wife said, as my black boss pressed the tip of his penis against her.

“I always go slowly,” he replied. “Sssshhh.”

“Mmmmm,” Pamela moaned as he pushed his hips forward and his hardness sank into her. “You’re so big, that’s all.”

“Deeper?” He hesitated with half of his length inside.

Pamela nodded. “I want it all.”

“You always do,” Nick grinned, then slowly leaned into her further.

I was still sitting in the car, my laptop on my knee, watching through the hidden cameras I’d installed into our house when my suspicions were raised. The angle of the camera in the bedroom — hidden atop the wardrobe — was perfect, giving me a clear sideways-on view of my wife on the bed and my boss above her. I watched as he eased himself fully inside, eliciting a deep moan from Pamela’s throat.

“Oh, god,” she groaned. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice clear through the camera’s microphone.

“Well, I’m only used to hubby, aren’t I?” Pamela giggled but her laugh was cut short as Nick pulled away slightly and then thrust back inside her firmly.

“I’ve been fucking you at least once a week for the last couple of months,” he said, repeating the thrust a second and then a third time, making my wife grunt softly. “You’d think I’d have loosened you up a little by now.”

“Are you complaining?” Pamela’s large breasts wobbled sexily as he began to slowly, but firmly, fuck her.

“No,” he shook his head and grinned. “I wish my wife was this tight if I’m honest.”

“Well, you’ve been fucking her for years, so she’s probably got a pussy like a bucket by now.” Pamela’s hands went to Nick’s lower back and she pulled him down on top of her. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

I felt slightly disappointed as they began to kiss and fuck because with his body on top of my wife now, I couldn’t see how her pussy looked being penetrated by his thicker, longer, black penis. Why did I feel that way? Why did I even want to see it going in and out? I didn’t know but I couldn’t deny the feeling of annoyance at my view being restricted.

I pressed the ‘record’ button on the camera app and watched Nick’s ass move up and down between my wife’s thighs for some time. I heard her moans, deeper and more guttural than the noises she made me with me in bed. I should go around and stop it, I knew that. I needed to drive the car around the corner, sneak into the house then burst into the bedroom and demand answers.

But I didn’t. Not yet, at least. What was the point? They were fucking. He’d been fucking her for the last couple of months. I couldn’t undo what was done. Flying into the bedroom in a rage wasn’t going to solve anything other than perhaps ruining the sex they were having right now and denying them their pleasure.

So what was the move? I didn’t know. All I was sure of was that I needed to do something. I couldn’t sit here and watch my wife get fucked all day and then go home when she’d finished.

My own cock was erect, pushing against the warm underside of the laptop uncomfortably. My wife was cheating on me with my boss and I was getting turned on. What was wrong with me?

No. I couldn’t stop them. I’d wait until they were finished. Wait until he’d gone. Then I’d head home and confront her. My eyes drifted back to the laptop and I saw them move. Nick moved so that Pamela could stand up for a moment, her gorgeous curves on display to the camera and then when he laid himself down on the bed, she joined him, straddling over his body.

I couldn’t stop watching. I wanted to look away but didn’t. Nick’s cock looked extremely erect, long and thick and standing straight up in my wife’s hand as she lowered her hips and took him inside her.

After a few minutes of sliding up and down his length, I saw her grab his hands, then drop all the way down onto him and I knew what was about to happen. An orgasm rippled through my wife, her eyes closing and a long, deep moan escaping her lips.

Fuck. She’d cum on his cock. I shook my head in disbelief. It didn’t feel real. I’d just watched my wife orgasm with another guy.

Now it was Nick’s turn. He flipped Pamela over, positioning her bent over on the edge of the bed, then plunged his dick into her from behind. It was probably only two minutes of him pounding her roughly from behind that I watched, but it felt like an hour. Every forward thrust; every meeting of his groin and her ass; was met with a loud whimper from my wife until finally, his movements became jerky and then after one last, hard pump, he stayed inside her and I knew he was cumming inside my wife.

When he stepped back, I saw a thick string of sperm ooze from her before she stood up and let him take her in his arms for a long moment. They kissed and then surprisingly quickly, it was all over.

“That was fun,” I heard Pamela say. “Same time next week?”

“Sounds good to me.” Nick began to get dressed and just a few minutes later, he was gone. I monitored him move through the house via the other camera and started the car. By the time I reached the house, he was already driving away.

It was so abrupt; the way he’d fucked her and cum inside her; used her for his pleasure; and then he’d just upped and left — he might as well have paid her on the way out. It was hard to fathom and even harder to accept.

I stayed parked outside the house for a while, once again pondering on what I should do before eventually realising that there wasn’t any point in sitting there. I was overthinking everything. I just needed to head inside and confront my wife.

I walked slowly up the path to the front door, rehearsing what I was going to say to her in my head. I’d decided to tell everything: how my suspicions had arisen; why I’d planted the cameras; what I’d witnessed today. Then I’d give her time to explain herself before talking further to discuss where our relationship went from here.

But everything changed as soon as I walked through the door.

“Oh, hello,” Pamela said, standing in the hallway and obviously surprised to see me. She was still naked and I could even see dried cum on the inside of her thighs. “I was just going in the shower.”

“Why are you walking around with no clothes on?” I closed the door behind me, and then waited for an answer.

“I just had my lover around for some daytime sex,” she replied, catching me off guard for a moment before laughing. “I’m joking. I got undressed to go in the shower then realised I hadn’t got any clean clothes so I put a load in the washing machine.”

The washing machine was indeed spinning in the kitchen so perhaps she was telling me a half-truth.

“Right,” I said, giving her time to confess the truth but she didn’t. She simply arched an eyebrow and smiled at me.

“So, you’re not going to tell me why you’re home early?” She didn’t even seem nervous.

I was so tempted to tell her everything: that I’d caught her; that I’d just seen her have sex but something stopped me. How did I explain not stopping it? Would she ask why I’d sat there and let them fuck until they’d finished?

Would she guess that it had turned me on? What other explanation could there possibly be?

“I had a headache,” I found myself saying, rather lamely. “But it’s gone now.”

“Really?” Pamela walked towards me, seemingly unconcerned about me seeing the dried sperm between her thighs. “My poor hubby. Why don’t you join me in the shower?”

Then without waiting for an answer, she took me by the hand and led me towards the stairs.

My cock was still hard and aching from the sight of her nudity. I followed her up the stairs and into the bathroom.

“Let me get you out of these stuffy clothes.” Pamela closed the door to the bathroom and undid the buttons on my shirt. I was so caught out by her cool, brazen behaviour that I simply stood there and let her undress me until she pulled down my shorts to reveal my throbbing erection. “Your headache didn’t stop you from getting a hard-on, huh?”

“I didn’t expect to walk in on my wife naked in the hallway,” I offered as an explanation but she wasn’t listening. She was already on her knees and taking my cock in her mouth.

Fuck. It felt so good. I needed release. I could let her do this, then confront her afterwards, right? I wasn’t going to have sex though. Not with my boss’s sperm still inside her pussy.

“You’re so hard,” she murmured around my dick. “I want it. Come in the shower with me, baby.”

She stood up then, leaving my erection throbbing and wanting more and turned the shower tap on.

As the room began to fill with steam, she grabbed my cock and pulled me under the stream of hot water and then put her soft lips against mine and kissed me.

“I love you,” she murmured against my mouth.

How could she love me? She’d said it to Nick, sure. I’d heard her say it but how was it possible for her to fuck someone behind my back, and then be like this with me? How did it not bother her? How was she not showing any signs of guilt?

Or was this her way of dealing with the guilt? She was jerking me off while kissing me.

“Fuck me, baby,” she said softly, then turned away and placed her hands against the wall of the shower and pushed her ass towards me.

I couldn’t. Could I?

Fuck it.

I took my cock in one hand and guided it towards her pussy as she leaned forward to give me a better view.

His cum will still be inside her.

For some reason, I didn’t care. I was horny. I needed sex.

I put the tip against her hole and then she pushed back, sliding it inside her. Her pussy felt wet, slightly loose. Like when you woke up in the middle of the night and did it again after already having sex before going to sleep. I knew the wetness was Nick’s sperm but I didn’t let it stop me. I tried not to think about it. It felt good — like we were using lube.

I put my hands on her hips and thrust into her hard.

“Oh, that’s it,” she giggled. “Go on. Fuck me rough if you want to.”

“You want it rough, do you?” I could do rough when I wanted to, so I grabbed her long, dark, wet hair and began to pound her as fast and hard as I could.

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back against me to meet every thrust. “Fuck me and cum inside me, baby. Fuck your wife’s slutty pussy.”

Slutty? Was that her way of admitting what she’d done?

“You are a slut, aren’t you?” I grunted, thrusting into her fast now, close to cumming.

“I’m your dirty slut, baby,” she moaned. “Fuck me like the slutty whore I am.”

She was a slutty whore. She wasn’t lying but for some reason, despite it being true rather than roleplay, her saying it still turned me on.

I felt my balls tighten and buried myself deep inside her as I came, adding my sperm to Nick’s. It felt oddly satisfying, like she was mine again now. As if I’d reclaimed her.

“I think you should finish work earlier more often.” Pamela giggled when I finally released her hair from my grip and let her stand up. I saw my cum dribble from her just as Nick’s had done earlier, only this time it was washed away from the hot water streaming down her body. “That was amazing.”

She was right. It had been amazing. I hadn’t felt as satisfied after sex as I did now for a long time.

We washed each other’s bodies and kissed again under the shower. I didn’t know why but I felt a sense of overwhelming love for her, even though she’d cheated on me not an hour before. We were strangely romantic with each other, but why? It made zero sense.

I didn’t tell her that I knew about Nick. Now didn’t feel like the right time. After we went into the bedroom and dressed, I waited for her to leave first and then hid the camera away out of sight from atop the wardrobe before going downstairs and doing the same with the other one.

I needed to talk to her about what she was doing. We couldn’t have a marriage with her fucking my boss every week. Could we?

When we got into bed later that night, Pamela was shocked to discover that I’d got a hard-on again. Shocked and pleased. We made love again, albeit this time slower and less rough than the spontaneous shower fuck we’d enjoyed earlier.

“What’s got into you today?” she purred into my ear as we cuddled, warm with the afterglow of late-night sex. “I’m not complaining, but it’s not like you to get it up twice in a single day.”

“I could say the same to you,” I shrugged. “You don’t normally want sex as much as this.”

“You’d be surprised how much sex I want and need.” Pamela pressed her body into me, little spoon against my big spoon. “If you tried it on more regularly, you might be shocked how often you get laid. I love you.”

As her breathing slowed and deepened and she drifted off into a deep sleep, I lay awake thinking for a while. A part of me felt hurt and betrayed that she was lying to me and cheating on me behind my back with Nick but at the same time, I still loved her and didn’t want to confront her about it for fear of losing what I was feeling right now: her warm body pressed again mine. I didn’t want her to ever stop saying those three little words. I love you.”

If I let her continue her weekly trysts with Nick, would she eventually get him out of her system? If I tried it on more often, as she suggested, would I be able to give her the sex she wanted, lessening her need to see him?

I didn’t know what to do. Perhaps the best thing would be to sleep on it and see how I felt in the morning.

What I didn’t know was that tomorrow would hold another surprise.

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