I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss: Part 3

My wife was cheating on me with my boss and I’d not only caught them at it but recorded it on camera. Neither of them knew yet because I hadn’t worked out how to confront them, but a plan was beginning to come together…

Part 3

“Can I have a word?” Nick stuck his head through my office door the following morning.

Shit. What was this about?

I nodded and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him and then sat at the other side of my desk.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, barely able to look him in the eye. The moment I did, the image of him on top of my wife, fucking her, popped into my head and I had to look away again.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

I managed to meet his gaze and shrugged. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Nick’s dark eyes squinted at me. “You’ve been having a few days off lately. And then yesterday, you headed to a meeting without telling anyone where it was, including me.”

“A new client,” I said, my mind racing. “It didn’t come off. I’ll work the hours back if it’s a problem…”

“It’s not a problem,” my boss shook his head. “I just wanted to check in on you and ask if there’s anything on your mind or anything I can do to help you.

You could start by not fucking my wife.

I bit my tongue. How could he sit here opposite me and talk like this when he was screwing Pamela behind my back? The cheek of the guy!

“There are a few issues at home,” I said slowly, carefully watching his face for any reaction and I got one. He blinked several times and shifted slightly in his seat. “But nothing for you to worry about.”

“That’s good.” Nick nodded casually but his eyes were searching my face. Had I got him worried? Good, if so. “Well, you know where I am if you want to talk about anything.”

He stood up and walked out of my office without saying anything else. I had got him rattled. That felt good. I grinned to myself and then an idea struck me.

I was working on my laptop already so I clicked into the video folder and brought up the recording from yesterday. Could I watch it? Would it bring back all the painful feelings all over again? I didn’t know but I had to make sure that I’d captured it before I could even think about progressing my idea further.

The video popped up on the screen once I double-clicked the file and I gazed at the still image of Nick’s black body lying between my wife’s thighs for a moment before pressing ‘play.’ I intended to skim through it but didn’t. It was difficult to watch but at the same time, it was weirdly captivating, just as it had been yesterday.

I watched it to the end, first Nick fucking her missionary, then Pamela straddling him and finally him pummeling her hard from behind until he finished inside her. I’d even recorded their little conversation at the end as they got dressed. I had it all on film. Every moment. Their faces were in shot several times. It was inarguably them and undeniably our bedroom.

With this, I could not only confront Pamela but I could possibly use it against my boss too. What would the company owner think if someone told him that Nick was having an affair with one of his employees’ wives?

Could I do that? What would I gain? A pay rise? A promotion? Nick’s job, even?

A plan began to formulate in my mind but I’d have to wait until Thursday. Nick seemed to be away from the office Mondays and sometimes Thursdays. If I was going to do what I wanted, I needed to wait and make sure that it was still carrying on. I needed to prove that it wasn’t a one-off but a continued affair. Then, once I had evidence of that, I could decide what to do about it all.

Everything was strangely normal that evening and the following day too. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed that my wife was having an affair. She was carefree and loving, the very best version of herself, rather than distant and distracted that I’d expect her to be. Had our spontaneous lovemaking on Monday rekindled something within her? Thursday would be the test so, on Wednesday night I made sure to get into bed early and tried it on, as she’d encouraged me to earlier this week.

“Someone’s horny,” Pamela commented as I switched off the bedside lamp and pressed my body against hers in bed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so sexy,” I said softly, letting my hands roam across her body, feeling the swell of her breasts through her thin nightdress. “And you did tell me to try it on more often.”

“I’m glad you listened.” I felt her reach beneath the covers, finding my erection and slowly stroking it. “Lucky for you, I’m horny too.”

With that, she slid down beneath the covers and I felt her mouth around the head of my dick. I put my hand on the back of her head, pushing it down to take all of me and she complied, not even gagging as I touched the back of her throat.

“Don’t make me cum,” I moaned as she sucked me. “I want to fuck you.”

“I don’t want to fuck,” she giggled around my shaft. “I want you to cum down my throat and then you’re going to return the favour.”

She wanted me to go down on her. Wow. This was something we hadn’t done for a while and I wasn’t going to say no. I loved fucking her but I liked cumming her mouth and licking her pussy equally.

I let her suck my cock for a few minutes more before eventually, I felt my balls tighten and then I groaned loudly as I came. Pamela locked her lips firmly around the base of my dick, waiting until I’d finished shooting my sperm into her mouth, before swallowing and then kicking the covers away and lying on her back.

“Your turn,” she said, wiping her lips clear of my cum with the back of her hand.

“Yes, mistress,” I chuckled as I positioned myself between her thighs.

“Mistress… I like that,” she sighed, spreading her legs and pushing herself closer to my face. “Now lick me. Make me cum.”

Her sexual forwardness caught me off-guard but I didn’t let it stop me. I touched her pussy with my hands, teasing it apart so I could see her pink, wet, hole and then I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit up until I found her clit.

“Oh… fuck,” she sighed. “Don’t tease me. Just do it.”

I repeated the motion, trailing my tongue and lips around her pussy until she gripped my hair with her hands and pushed her pussy against my face. Then I delved my fingers inside her, making her gasp before lapping my tongue up to her clit and then swirling around it until finally, she shuddered and cried out.

“Oh, god.” She moaned softly once she’d stopped quivering. I was lying next to her now and kissed her gently.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked softly.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, wrapping her arm and leg over me. “I love you.”

I love you. Those words again. The three words that were stopping me from kicking her ass onto the street for cheating on me. I closed my eyes and slept, wondering what tomorrow was going to hold for our marriage.

* * *

“Good morning.” The following morning I was greeted with a hot cup of coffee and surprised to see Pamela already up and dressed.

“Am I late?” I said, alarmed and glancing sideways at the clock.

“No,” Pamela shook her head, making her long brunette curls fall into her face for a moment. “I’m going out with Chantelle today for brunch. I’m sure I told you.”

She definitely hadn’t told me. I doubted she was seeing Chantelle. It was probably my boss she was meeting up with but that presented a problem. I’d planned to film them again today, to get evidence for when I confronted them both. If they were going out somewhere…

“Where are you going for brunch?” I pushed myself to a sitting position and took a sip of the hot drink.

“I… I’m not sure,” she smiled, pushing the annoying lock of hair out of her face. Her blue eyes looked away for a moment. “Chantelle has organised it. I need to text her.”

With that, she drifted away and picked her phone up from the dressing table and then wandered out of the bedroom, her fingers tapping away on the screen.

Was she meeting Chantelle? She could be, for all I knew but something was telling me that she was lying. I’d know once I got to work. If Nick was there, then she was telling the truth. If he wasn’t, then I’d know what was going on.

I got up, showered and headed to work like normal but the whole way there, my heart was racing. My carefully laid plan to video them again was in pieces. What was I to do? Hopefully, Nick would be in his office when I got there and I’d simply have to wait until Monday to record them fucking.

“Hey,” my boss said to me as I walked through the door and my heart slowed down in relief. “You look stressed. Is everything okay?”

“I woke up late,” I lied. “Had to rush to get here on time.”

“Cool,” Nick smiled, then rubbed a hand over the black skin of his bald head. “Listen, Mark’s gone out to a client meeting this morning so I need you to cover his calls. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Not a problem. Are you going out today?”

“No?” Nick frowned at me. “Why? Do you need to talk… or something?”

“Actually, no, it’s okay,” I shrugged. “I was going to run something past you, a work thing but it can wait until tomorrow or Monday.”

“I am pretty busy today.” Nick put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “But if you do need anything, I’ll be in my office.”

I walked to my office and almost collapsed into my seat in relief. For some reason, I preferred them to fuck in our house — even in our marital bed — perhaps because at least I could keep an eye on them and record what happened. The thought of Nick and Pamela going somewhere else to fuck made me feel like I had no control. It was a strange feeling but it was what it was. These were strange times for me and my marriage.

However, my peace of mind wasn’t about to last long.

I picked up my phone and decided to give Pamela a video call. I felt guilty for doubting her, even though she didn’t know about it and wanted to tell her that I hoped she enjoyed herself. Brunch with Chantelle would be nice for her.

“Hey,” I said when she picked up. “I forgot to say ‘have a nice time’ before I left.”

“Awww. You’re too sweet,” my wife replied, smiling into her phone camera. “I hope your work day goes well.”

“It’ll go better having seen your face,” I said, then cringed. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Pamela laughed, her dark blue eyes twinkling in the lights of the cafe she was sitting in. I recognised it as one we sometimes went to, in the city centre. “Anyhow, I better go. Chantelle just turned up.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tonight.” I waited for her to end the call, enjoying the sight of my gorgeous wife’s smile but just before the image disappeared, she tilted the phone to put it down and I saw the person joining her at the table.

I only saw them for a moment but my jaw dropped because it wasn’t Chantelle.

It was Mark.

Fuck.

No.

This couldn’t be right. She was meeting Mark? She didn’t even know Mark. Not any better than she knew Nick, at least.

As I thought that, the reality of the situation hit me. She’d talked about Mark to Nick on Monday. She was fucking him too.

My heart sank so low that I felt nauseous. I picked up my phone and started to call her again but instead, I threw it across the room in anger. Fortunately, it landed squarely on the chair in the corner and bounced gently to the floor.

How could she do this to me? When she’d said ‘fuck your slutty wife’ the other day, she hadn’t been joking. She was a slut. A rotten, dirty, fucking, cheating, slut.

I stood up and retrieved my phone, grateful to see that the screen wasn’t cracked then I paced out of my office towards Nick only to pause outside his door. What was I going to do? What was I about to say? I had no plan.

I walked slowly back to my office and sat back down, taking several deep breaths to calm myself.

Think, damn you. Think!

What was the play? I could have tolerated Pamela having an affair with Nick as long as she’d ended it when I confronted her. Then I was going to blackmail him into giving me a payrise, promotion or somehow paying me off. But now… what did this mean?

Did Nick and Mark know about each other? Did they know they were both fucking my wife? Was this some sort of arrangement between the three of them or was my wife simply working her way through all of my co-workers? How many of the rest had she fucked? Did she have a different guy every week?

Stop. You’ll drive yourself mad.

I opened the window and sucked in the cool air from outside, enjoying the breeze as it wafted over my skin. I was sweating. My pulse was throbbing in my neck and I realized I was probably in some state of shock, so I took a while to calm down, gazing outside and thinking until a knock on the door made me turn around.

“Can you take this call of Mark’s?” Nick said, peering through the doorway at me. “I’ve been trying to put it through but you’re not answering.”

“Really?” I looked at the phone on my desk. It had rung but I’d ignored it. “Are you sure? I never heard it?”

“Odd,” Nick frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I felt hot,” I loosed the tie around my neck and undid the top button at my collar. “Just getting some fresh air.”

“Ah, okay.” He pointed to my desk. “The call is holding on line 20, if you want to pick it up.”

“Sure,” I nodded, sitting down and taking the call although I really wasn’t in the right frame of mind. “See you later.”

Nick left and I dealt with the enquiry, which fortunately was an easy one to sort out and then tried to think of what to do next. I knew where Pamela and Mark were but I couldn’t just leave work without tipping Nick off that something was wrong. He was already suspicious and all that would happen — if he knew about my wife and work colleague, which I suspected he did — is that he’d call Mark or Pamela and tell them about my weird behaviour and that I might be coming their way. Mark would then leave and I’d find Pamela on her own at the cafe, probably with some story that Chantelle left already or something along those lines. Or she might even head home, only to tell me what a nice time she’d had with her friend.

No, there was nothing I could do right at that moment without fucking it all up. Was it already fucked up? Could I even blackmail Nick now that I’d found out she was seeing Mark too?

Wait. Slow down.

I didn’t even know she was fucking Mark. Perhaps she wanted to talk to him about Nick. Maybe that’s all it was. Nick might genuinely think my work colleague was at a work meeting. My mind was putting two and two together and coming up with five.

No, I needed to investigate further. I needed a plan.

Then it came to me.

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