I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss: Part 6

After suspecting my wife of an affair, I’ve discovered that she’s been seeing my boss and another of my work colleagues too. However, when I followed her on a night out, I didn’t expect her to take them both home. What do I do now?

If you haven’t read any of the previous parts yet, you can catch up here:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6

The first thing I did was sneak up the road, trying to stay out of view of the windows of my house until I reached Nick’s car. I looked through the windows. Maybe Chantelle had fallen asleep, drunk on the seat or something. That seemed ludicrous but something inside told me that it was a possibility that I needed to rule out.

The car was empty, of course. They must have dropped Chantelle off at her home before coming here. I looked up at the house. The darkened front window was lit although I couldn’t see through because they’d drawn the curtains. My wife was in there with two men. It seemed insane to even consider she’d do this but it was happening.

I took a step away from the house for a moment and looked at the upstairs window and right as I did, I had to duck out of sight behind Nick’s car because the light came on and almost at the same moment, Pamela appeared in view, looking outside for a moment before pulling the curtains shut.

I watched a moment longer. The bedroom light didn’t go off. This was it. She hadn’t wasted much time before taking them upstairs. Wow.

What did I do? I felt my fists ball by my sides in anger. These two guys thought they could just do whatever they wanted with my wife. They were taking advantage of me being away.

I had my key. I could just walk in and catch them at it right now. But what if they weren’t doing anything? What if they were just chilling out with some more drinks? I’d look crazy.

My laptop was in the car. I could look through the cameras from there and see what they were doing first, so I sneaked away, rounded the corner of the road and got back into the driver’s seat. My heart was once again thumping in my chest as I drew the laptop out of where I’d stored it beneath the seat and switched it on.

As soon as I opened the camera app, I saw them. Pamela was lying on her front, on our bed, already topless. Her dark blue dress had been pulled down and was gathered loosely around her waist. Her arms were folded beneath her, covering her ample breasts from the view of the two men sitting at the end of the bed, talking to her. I turned the volume up.

“Why so shy tonight?” Nick, my black boss asked as he stripped off his shirt. “It’s not like we haven’t seen you naked already.”

“I’m nervous,” my wife replied with a shy giggle. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“But you’ve slept with both of us,” Mark countered. He was undressing now too, peeling away his shirt to reveal a surprisingly toned torso. “Nothing’s any different apart from us both being here at the same time.”

“Which makes everything different,” Pamela replied. She said something further but too quietly for the small microphone in the hidden camera to pick up as the two men moved closer, the muscled back of Mark obscuring my view for a moment.

“I can just watch if that makes you feel better,” said Nick. That surprised me. If either of the men was just there to watch, I’d have guessed it would be Mark.

“No, that would be weird,” Pamela replied, again so quiet that it was almost inaudible .”We’re all here, so we might as well try this.”

When she went quiet for a minute, I realised why. I heard Mark sigh and realised his dick must be in her mouth. He still had his jeans on but must have pulled his cock out of his zipper. All I could see what the back of him, so it hadn’t been instantly obvious what was happening. Nick was still sitting on the edge of the bed nearby and his eyes were fixed on what she was doing.

I felt my cock stir in my pants.

Fuck. I didn’t know Pamela had this kind of thing in her. It was a turn-on, in a way, that she did. She was sucking someone’s cock while another guy watched and while it felt wrong — she was cheating on me, for fuck’s sake — it was strangely hot.

Finally, Mark changed his position, turning sideways to the camera so I could my wife taking his dick in her mouth. At the same time, Nick pulled his own dick out of his trousers and began to play with himself while he watched.

There was no way Pamela wasn’t getting fucked tonight. That much was obvious but would they both do her? Or would it be like this? Just one guy getting his way with her while the other sat on the sidelines?

Nick reached over from where he was sitting and my wife allowed him to pull down the dress so she was only wearing her panties but they didn’t stay on long either. Once he tossed the dark blue garment to the floor, he reached over and slipped her underwear down next so that she was naked between the two men.

“You’re so good at sucking cock,” I heard Mark murmur through the small speakers in the laptop.

“Let’s see if she’s as good while she’s getting fucked, shall we?” Nick said, kicking off his trousers and kneeling on the bed.

Was she really going to do this? I watched as my wife rolled onto her back, exposing her fully naked body to the two men properly, then she spread her legs to make room for my boss to move between them.

Shit. It’s going to happen.

I had the perfect view from the camera hidden high above the wardrobe as Nick’s long, black dick pressed against my wife’s pink slit for a moment before sliding inside her. I heard her moan, quickly stifled as Mark offered her his cock again and she wrapped her mouth around it.

I looked away, staring through the car windows at the darkened street outside. I couldn’t bear to watch any more. The sound of her moans filled the car as the two men began to fuck her between them, Nick enjoying her pussy while Mark fed her his cock into her mouth.

A taxi drove past me, pulling up nearby, someone else on a night out, I supposed. Theirs was probably a mundane night. Drinks, dancing, food, home. Why couldn’t my wife be more like that? Why did she have to bring two guys home to fuck in her marital bed?

I looked away, in the opposite direction, watching the empty road while listening to the sounds of Pamela being fucked. She was moaning loudly, the sound muffled by the dick in her mouth and the slap-slap-slap of balls against her ass was loud in the small space of the car.

Still, I couldn’t look down at the camera feed. I heard Nick and Mark talk about swapping ends and then my wife encouraged them to do so and after a moment of quiet, the sex noises started up again and I finally looked back at the screen.

Pamela was on all fours on the bed. Nick was kneeling in front of her, holding her long, dark hair out of the way so he could watch her suck his big, black dick. My other work colleague, Mark, was behind her, ramming his closer-to-average cock into her from behind.

It was difficult for my brain to comprehend what I was seeing. It didn’t seem possible. I almost pinched myself to make sure this was really happening and that it wasn’t some bizarre masochistic fantasy or nightmare. I closed my eyes for a moment, squeezing them tight but when I opened them, the image on the laptop was still there; of my wife being screwed at either end by two men.

I pressed the record button. This was all the evidence that I could ever want to confront them; all three of them together, fucking on our marital bed.

I watched a moment longer but then I saw Mark grab Pamela by the hair, tugging back her head and driving his cock into her savagely and I had to look away again because I could tell by the look on her face that she was close to orgasm.

“Aaah, fuck,” I heard her groan deeply, followed by the high-pitched whimper that signalled that she was coming. I glanced at the feed and saw Mark holding himself buried inside her as her back arched and her legs trembled against him.

When her climax subsided, the two men switched ends again and I saw them share a grin as they exchanged places.

A knock on the window made me almost jump out of my skin and I looked sideways to see someone standing by the window.

Chantelle.

Oh, shit. I slammed the lid of the laptop down.

“What are you doing?” Pamela’s blonde friend asked as I wound the window down.

“I was just on my way home,” I tried to explain, my mind racing. “I decided not to stay over and-”

“What were you watching on your laptop?” Chantelle asked. “Why are you parked up here?”

“I was supposed to send an… an email,” I stammered. “I remembered just as I was-”

“I saw it,” Chantelle shook her head and raised her voice. She sounded shocked but also angry. “You were watching Pamela with Nick and Mark. What’s going on?”

I felt my heart sink almost into my stomach. I didn’t say anything. There was no way out of this. She’d seen it.

Chantelle walked around the car to the passenger side, opened the door and climbed into the seat next to me.

“Start talking,” the pretty woman ordered, crossing her arms across her chest and staring at me hard.

“I suspected something was going on,” I admitted. “So I put a couple of cameras in the house and pretended that I had a work trip. I thought she might do something but I didn’t think she’d have a threesome.”

That was only half of the truth, but I wasn’t going to confess to everything. Certainly not to being weirdly turned on by seeing my wife with other men. It was humiliating enough that I’d been caught in this situation, my indecision and inaction over the situation revealed to my wife’s best friend.

“Did you record it?”

I nodded. “So I can prove it.”

“Are you going to divorce her?” Chantelle asked, her tone lower now, softer.

“I don’t know what to do,” I replied honestly. “I know I have to confront them but I don’t know what I’ll do after that.”

“Do you love Pamela?”

I looked at the blonde-haired woman sitting next to me. “Of course I do.”

“Even though she’s fucking other men behind your back?”

“Love isn’t like a light switch,” I retorted. “You can’t just turn it off and on like that. What are you doing here anyway?”

That made Chantelle pause. “I came in here in a taxi,” she replied, seemingly deciding to tell the truth. “Pamela and the guys invited me back for a party at your place but I said ‘no’ and went home instead.”

“Then you changed your mind?” I guessed.

My wife’s best friend nodded, then bit her lip. “I thought Nick was cute,” she admitted.

“So you were going to have a foursome, huh?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“I wasn’t planning a foursome,” Chantelle shook her head and frowned at me “I don’t know what was going to happen. It was just supposed to be a party.”

“You knew that Pamela was fucking Nick and Mark,” I pointed out. “You thought you were being invited back for an innocent party. Really? I’m not stupid, Chantelle.”

“I’m sorry,” the woman finally apologised for being compliant in my wife’s infidelity.

I lifted the lid on the laptop and stared down at the scene in the bedroom. Pamela was on top of Nick, riding his cock while sucking Mark, who was standing on the bed next to them.

“Holy fuck,” Chantelle gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at what was happening on the screen. “I didn’t expect to see that.”

“Neither did I,” I sighed.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, watching the threesome, both of us obviously wondering what to do next.

“So what happens now?” Chantelle asked eventually.

“I guess I walk into the house and spoil their fun,” I replied.

“You’re not going to let them finish?”

I turned and looked at Pamela’s friend. “What difference does it make?”

“If I let you fuck me,” the blonde suggested. “Would you leave them alone?”

“What?” I asked in disbelief. Was she being serious?

“Give me a chance to talk to her,” she continued. “I’ll tell her that you’re onto her. If she knows that you’re suspicious, she might stop. She told me last week that she’s just getting a few things out of her system. She loves you. She’s got no plans to leave you or anything. She’s just… experimenting, I think.”

“Experimenting?” I laughed bitterly. “That’s one way to describe it, I guess.”

On the screen, the three figures changed positions one more time. Mark took Nick’s place on the bed and Pamela got on top of him, sliding down his dick. Then Nick knelt down behind my wife and between Mark’s legs, moving so that his dick was close to his friend’s.

“She going to take both of them,” Chantelle gasped. She was right. We watched as Nick forced his cock alongside Mark’s and inside my wife, who groaned loudly in response to being filled with two dicks at once.

“What’s going on?” I breathed in astonishment. “This isn’t Pamela. Since when is she into threesomes?”

“I don’t think she is,” Chantelle repeated herself. “I told you, she’s experimenting. Just let me talk to her. Once this is all out of her system, she’ll be back to the normal Pamela again, I’m sure.”

“Things will never be normal again,” I disagreed but as I was about to say more, Chantelle stopped me by pulling down the front of her black dress, exposing her breasts in a lacy, see-through bra.

“Then get even,” Pamela’s friend said in a low voice. “Fuck me. I’ll never tell her, as long as you promise to let me try to talk her into ending this fling… affair… whatever you want to call it.”

She opened her legs and lifted the hem of the dress to show me her gauzy panties. Even in the dim light filtering in through the street lights outside, I could see that she was shaved.

“Chantelle,” I resisted the urge to take her up on her offer. “You don’t have to do this.”

But now her hand was on my zipper and she felt my erection through the front of my trousers.

“Sshhh,” she purred quietly, pulling my cock out and then as she lowered her head into my lap, I gave in and let her take me into her mouth.

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