I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss: Part 4
First of all, I’d discovered that my wife was cheating on me with my boss, Nick. I had a plan to out their affair but then I’d also learned, quite by accident, that she was quite possibly also sleeping with another work colleague, Mark. Now I need a new plan to deal with my duplicitous spouse and her untrustworthy lovers…
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Part 4
“I’m home,” I called out as I walked into the house that evening.
“How was your day?” my gorgeous brunette wife asked me, stepping out of the kitchen as I took off my shoes and coat.
“What the…?” I breathed as I saw her. Pamela was wearing the tiniest black bra and thong set that I’d ever seen her in. Her large breasts threatened to fall from the small cups as she leaned against the door frame before walking up the stairs.
“Are you coming?” she asked quietly, looking over her shoulder before disappearing from view.
I followed her but stopped as I entered the bedroom where she was lying on the bed, waiting for me. “What’s brought this on, Pamela?”
“Are you complaining?” She bit her lip sexily. “Come here. I’m horny. Can’t a wife seduce her husband without being questioned?”
I walked towards the bed and as soon as I was close enough, Pamela grabbed my trousers and yanked the down along with my shorts.
“How was the date with Chantelle?” I asked as she curled her long finger-nailed hand around my stiffening member.
“Forget Chantelle for now,” my wife cooed. “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I want sex.”
I took my shirt off, getting fully naked as I joined her on the bed. The whole time, she didn’t let go of my dick, stroking it to get me hard, only finally letting go to remove her bra and panties. Then she slid her body over mine, laying atop me and wriggling her pussy against my cock until the tip found its way into her.
She was already dripping wet and slid down my length easily, taking me all the way inside.
“Ah, fuck,” she moaned. “That’s it.” Then she began to grind her body against mine, sliding herself up and down my length.
Had she fucked Mark earlier? Was that why she was so wet and turned on? Had he fucked her good?
I almost asked her right out. The words were right there, right on the tip of my tongue but she kissed me before any sounds could escape my lips and bucked her hips against mine urgently, riding my cock while laying flat on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest.
“I need your cum in me,” she whispered against my face when she finally broke the kiss. “Cum in my cunt, baby. Fill me up.”
Hearing her talk so dirty made my cock throb inside her and she seemed to feel it, groaning and then pushing herself to a sitting position atop me.
Her large tits swayed hypnotically in front of me and she continued to fuck me until a few moments later, I felt my balls quicken and then my dick quivered and I shot my seed deep inside her. Pamela continued to bounce on my cock until I softened and slid out of her, and then she flopped onto her front on the bed and grinned at me like a naughty child.
“That’s what I wanted,” she giggled. “Thank you, baby.”
“Wow,” I gasped softly as I got my breath back from cumming. “What about you? Do you want me to get you off?”
“I came before you got home,” she shrugged, her large dark eyes gazing into mine. “I got so horny this afternoon. I don’t know why. So, I had a little play with my fingers and then felt guilty for waiting for you to come home.”
“And then you thought you’d make it up to me by seducing me as soon as I walked through the door from work?” I smiled at her, despite strongly suspecting she was lying.
She’d fucked Mark and that was why she didn’t need to cum with me now. Then, out of guilt for cheating on me, she’d done this.
“Something like that,” she said, snuggling against me. “I’m tired. Shall we have a little nap together?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and pulled the sheets over us. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her against me despite the thoughts of her betraying her in my head. I’d got my plan in place. I just needed to set it up.
* * *
“Can you do me a favour?” I asked Carlton, one of my clients, on the telephone the next morning.
“Sure. Ask away,” he replied, so I looked over at my office door to make sure that no one was within earshot outside.
Carlton was a client of mine but much more than that. I’d had him as a major customer for so long that we’d become friends over the years. We’d been out socially together numerous times and he knew Pamela well.
“I need a work meeting,” I started explaining slowly. “But not a real one. I just need an excuse to be away from the office for a day and away from home for an evening.”
“Okay,” he replied, equally slowly. “Why? Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” I sighed. “It’s too embarrassing to tell you about so please just trust me when I say that I really need this.”
“Hmm.” Carlton’s deep voice sounded unconvinced. “I’m worried about you. What’s going on? There’s no need to be embarrassed around me. We’ve known each other for years.”
“I know but it’s difficult. Can you help me? All I need is a legit reason to be out of the office so that if Nick checks up on me, I can prove where I am.”
“This sounds bad. Talk to me. Tell me why you need an evening away from home. Is Pamela okay?”
Shit. I hadn’t expected him to worry like this. I thought he’d just say ‘cool’ and agree. I couldn’t tell him. I just couldn’t. I didn’t want him to try to get involved and help out somehow. I also didn’t want him to think badly of Pamela, even though she deserved it.
“Pamela is fine. It’s all complicated, Carlton. I promise I’ll tell you when the time is right. For now, I just need you to help me out.”
There was a long pause before he finally replied again. “When do you need this to happen?”
I finalised the details with him. There was a very precise day I needed this to happen.
* * *
“You’ll miss the company birthday party,” Nick said when I told him that Carlton had asked me for a meeting. “I’ll phone him for you and request a different date.”
“I already asked him.” I was sitting in Nick’s office, facing him across the desk. “That’s the only day he can do it. Plus he’s invited me out for dinner that night too — and said he’ll put me in a hotel for the night. I don’t want to offend him by turning him down. He’s an important client.”
“One of the most important,” Nick nodded, then rubbed a dark-skinned hand over his shaved head. “It’ll be a shame not to have you at the party, that’s all.”
“I know, but I guess if Carlton takes me out, I won’t be missing out too much.”
Come on, Nick. Take the bait.
I watched his dark brown eyes, unfocused for a moment in thought, then he straightened up in his chair. “Well, if it’s the only date he can do and it keeps him happy, then cool. We’ll still enjoy ourselves without you.”
He laughed, his voice deep and rich and I joined in. “If you’re really desperate for my presence, I’ll send my wife on her own to represent me.”
Nick’s forehead furrowed for the briefest moment but he quickly relaxed. “That might be good. I’m joking. Don’t worry about it. Do what you have to do to keep Carlton happy. We need his business.”
I’d planted the seed. I could see his mind whirring as I got up and walked out of the office. God, I hope this worked. I had a week to wait to plan the next step but the next thing to do was to plant the seed with Mark too.
His office was further down the main corridor and I stuck my head through his door when I saw him through the window, typing away at his computer.
“Hey,” I said, stepping through when he beckoned me inside with a wave. “How’s it going?”
“Good,” Mark replied, “Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I just wanted to check if I did okay handling your calls yesterday. No complaints?”
“None at all,” he shook his head. “Thanks for covering for me. I’ve got another meeting on Monday if you can cover it again?”
Another meeting? With Pamela, perhaps?
“Should be fine,” I nodded. “Any time. I’m away on Friday next week. Carlton has asked me to go over for an operations meeting. Full day and evening thing.”
“Evening?” Mark sat back in his chair. “Next Friday is the company birthday party. You don’t want to miss that.”
“I already spoke to Nick about it. I don’t mind. Carlton’s going to take me out for dinner, so I’m not completely missing out.”
“Right.” Mark scratched his chin. “A night away from the wife, huh? A boys night out? I’m envious.”
“I’m sure Pamela will be fine on her own for a night,” I replied with a laugh, planting the seed a second time. This was easier than I’d expected it to be.
“True.” I swear I saw the possibilities racing through Mark’s mind and his blue eyes seemed to come alive as I stepped away. It was almost comical how easy he was to read.
I walked back to my office and sat down. The die was cast. Everything was in place. The last person to tell was Pamela and she would be the hardest to hide my true intentions from.
* * *
“Next Friday?” My wife picked up her phone and checked her diary. “All night? As in overnight?”
We were sitting in the living room, eating our dinner while watching some TV. The rest of the workday had gone fine. No questions from Nick or Mark but Carlton called me late in the afternoon to say that Nick had indeed rung him to verify everything with him. Perhaps he was checking that I was taking an unscheduled day off or perhaps it was to make sure that the coast would be clear for other, more devious plans.
“It might be overnight. I don’t know yet but I’ll tell you before I go.” I was still undecided on exactly what I was going to do. All I’d thought about so far was giving Nick, Mark and Pamela an opportunity to do something with no chance of being caught.
Or at least, that’s what they thought. I was going to follow them wherever they went and finally decide when and how to confront them.
“At least if you’re with Carlton, I’ll know you’re in safe hands,” Pamela smiled at me. “And not with some younger woman or something.”
“Yeah, right,” I rolled my eyes, trying not to let the irony of her accusing me of doing such a thing affect me. “The crappy thing is that next Friday is the company birthday party. They’re having a drink in the office then a proper get-together after work at the Red Lion.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” Pamela pouted for me. “You’re going to miss out.”
“To be honest,” I said, taking a bite of my pizza, “A night out with Carlton appeals more than getting drunk with Mark and the likes of Nick, my boss.”
“He’s the black guy, right?” Pamela pretended to be unsure. “I met him once, didn’t I? Is he boring? Not a fun guy to drink with?”
“He’s okay,” I shrugged, not wanting to bad mouth him in case she told him for some reason. “But Carlton’s more fun.”
“I might invite Chantelle around for a girly night in.” Pamela finished her pizza and licked some sauce from her fingers. “Or we could go out if that’s okay with you?”
“Of course it is.” I managed to force out a smile despite the fact that she was probably lying to my face.
We watched some more TV without further discussion and when we got into bed that night, my head was suddenly wracked with a host of different feelings. I felt guilty for being so devious even though it was all brought on by her duplicity. I also felt nervous about what was going to happen but it was a week away. I had plenty of time to prepare myself.
“Mmmm,” Pamela said, sliding her body against me in bed and letting her hand slide down my chest towards my groin. “Are you horny again tonight?”
As soon as she touched my cock through my shorts, it stirred into life and so she slid her hand beneath the waistband to take hold of me properly.
“You obviously are,” I replied, sliding down my shorts and turning to face her. As soon as our eyes met in the dim light of the bedroom, I had a vision of her doing this — lying in bed with Nick, teasing his cock like she was doing to mine.
“I keep thinking about the sex we had yesterday,” she purred, her hand moving up and down my shaft faster. “The way I waited for you in my lingerie and then took you upstairs. It was naughty, wasn’t it?”
“Very naughty,” I replied. Her hand felt so good. She stopped to remove her vest top and pyjama shorts so that we were both naked, then slid down the sheets to take me in her mouth.
Again, I had a vision of her, this time with Nick’s cock in her mouth. Was she going to do this to him next Friday while I was apparently out of town? Or would it be Mark’s cock she was going to suck? Had she sucked his dick yesterday? Or had he just fucked her?
Maybe she’d fuck both of them. One during the day then one in the evening, after the company party. Whoever she chose might come to the house and stay over, fucking her all night.
For some reason, the thought of her being so slutty as to fuck two men in the same day or let one of her husband’s work colleagues spend the night in bed with her turned me on, as it had done when I’d watched her with Nick. What was wrong with me?
“You’re so hard,” Pamela commented, moving up from sucking me to kissing me on the lips. I could taste my pre-cum on her tongue as she pulled me on top of her, grabbing my dick and guiding it inside her hot, wet pussy. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, like a slut. I like it when you do me hard and fast.”
I did. I rammed my cock into her rough and hard, just like Mark probably did yesterday. Like Nick had when I’d watched them. She was a slut.
And for some reason, at moments like these, I liked it.
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