I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss: Part 7

I’d been watching my wife fuck my boss and work colleague through the surveillance cameras that I’d secretly installed at home when I was interrupted by my wife’s best friend. She’s got an idea of how we can make this fucked-up situation work, but can I handle it?

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Part 7

I watched the screen in wonder, fascinated by how my wife’s pussy could take two large cocks at once. Pamela was sandwiched between Nick and Mark who both had their dicks inside her, moving in rhythm to shove them both in at the same time.

“I can’t believe she’s doing this,” I said, listening to the loud groans she was making through the speakers of the laptop we were watching her on.

“Mmhmm,” Chantelle agreed, her voice muffled around my hard cock which was in her mouth. “She looks like she’s enjoying it too.”

“I’m going to cum,” we heard Pamela say, her voice urgent and desperate. “I’ve never felt this before. My pussy feels so stretched and filled up. Oh, fuck…”

Then she wailed loudly and pushed back onto the two men for a moment, before falling forward on top of Mark and shaking violently as her orgasm rippled through her.

“Oh, my God,” my wife’s friend gasped around my cock, stopping to watch. “She came so hard.”

“I know,” I nodded. “I’m not surprised with those two big dicks inside her at once.”

“This is making me horny,” Chantelle sighed. “I think it’s time you fucked me now. Let’s get in the back seat. There’s more room.”

I looked at Pamela’s best friend. I’d always thought she was hot, with her almond-shaped face, light eyes and shortish blonde hair but right now, with my blood full of raging testosterone, she looked like a goddess.

“Okay,” I murmured, waiting for her to move so I could fasten up my trousers and then we both got into the back seat. I looked out of the windows at the houses around us. “I hope no one can see.”

“If you don’t want to be seen, then you need to hurry up,” Chantelle replied, tugging my trousers back down before wriggling out of her panties.

A moment later, she was lying on her back next to me, her legs open, her shaved pussy glistening invitingly.

“Are you sure about this? I thought you had a new boyfriend or something?”

“I thought you had a wife,” the blonde countered. “Now shut up and fuck me. Get even with Pamela. Do me hard and rough. That’s how I like it.”

As I settled myself between her soft, slim thighs, I pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her white bra and then I slipped down the straps so that her ample tits spilled free. Her nipples were a soft pink and erect in the cool air inside the car.

I hadn’t been with another woman since Pamela and I first started dating, all those years ago, so it felt strange as the head of my dick pushed against her softness and then slipped inside.

“That’s it,” Chantelle urged me. “Fuck me. You can cum inside. I’m on the pill.”

I thrust deeply into her, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing back and forth as we started to fuck. She was tight and hot and wet and my cock stiffened even further inside her at the exquisite feeling.

She slithered a hand between our bodies, her fingers finding her clit and then she turned her head to look at the laptop still playing on the front passenger seat.

“They’re both going to cum on her face, I think,” Chantelle said softly and I turned to look at the screen too. Pamela was on her back in the middle of the bed, alternating between sucking the two men kneeling on either side of her.

I looked down at Chantelle’s wet slit and my dick sliding in and out of it. This was too much. I wasn’t going to be able to last long, so I rammed her as hard and fast as I could, enjoying it as my jackhammer motion finally drew the blonde’s attention from the screen to what I was doing to her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she moaned, her voice raising a semi-tone higher. “Fuck me hard.”

Chantelle’s fingers were rubbing her clit furiously, seeking out her own orgasm and a minute later, she came, her thighs quivering for a moment before wrapping around my lower back.

“Cum inside me,” she breathed. “Just do it. Fuck me until you cum.”

I looked sideways at the screen just at the precise moment that Mark pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth to cum all over her bare breasts.

“Mark’s cumming on her tits,” Chantelle gave me a running commentary as I continued to pound her. “I think Nick’s cumming in her mouth.”

He was. My black boss’s balls tightened and I saw Pamela’s jaw tighten as she sucked hard on his cock, swallowing his seed as his shaft twitched between her lips.

“I’m cumming,” I announced, feeling my dick harden and then with one last deep thrust, I let myself shoot into the blonde woman beneath me.

“That’s it,” she soothed me. “Fill me with your cum. I want every drop inside me.

I stared down at Chantelle as I held myself there for a moment, letting my dick finish twitching inside her pussy. I’d never known she was this dirty and vocal in bed. Part of me wondered if she’d been the one to put Pamela up to… what was the word she used? Experimenting, that was it.

“I hope you’ve got some tissues in the car,” she said, after a long moment of me staring down at the gorgeous woman beneath me.

“In the glove box,” I nodded, letting my cock slide out of her.

“That was fun,” she replied, tucking her breasts away and straightening her dress. “Can you pass me some?”

I realised I was still kneeling there as if frozen. The enormity of what happened tonight had hit me the moment I’d cum. Not only had my wife cheated on me with two men at the same time, but I’d cheated too, with her best friend.

I got out and back into the driver’s seat, reaching across to get the pack of tissues before tossing them into the back seat for Chantelle to clean herself up. Once she’d done that, she joined me in the front of the car, gazing at me from the passenger seat.

“So, what happens now?” she said, positioning the laptop on her knee. Pamela and my two work colleagues were lying on the bed, seemingly exhausted by the threesome.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I promised you I wouldn’t say anything just yet, and now that I’ve just fucked you, I guess I have to keep that promise.”

“Unless you want me telling Pamela what we just did,” Chantelle nodded. “Yes, you do. Let her fuck who she wants. Let her get this stuff out of her system. Until then, you can keep fucking me with that nice cock of yours whenever you want because that-” she glanced over her shoulder at the back seat, “…that was fun.”

“My cock isn’t as nice as theirs though, is it?” I said, looking forlornly at the two men on my bed. Their dicks were flaccid now but were still longer and thicker than mine even when soft.

“I’m not as fussy about dick size as Pamela,” Chantelle replied, her hand reaching across to stroke the front of my trousers. “Yours is fine for me.”

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked. “What does this mean for you and him?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” The blonde looked into the rearview mirror to fix her hair. “He’s loaded but that’s about all he’s good for. I’ll keep him around for now. He doesn’t have to know about any of this, of course.”

“Of course,” I nodded, shocked again by her behaviour. I realised I didn’t know Chantelle half as much as I thought I did.

“It looks like they’re staying over,” the blonde pointed out, turning the laptop so I could see the screen better. The three people in my bedroom were getting under the covers and I watched as Pamela reached into the drawer, pulled out her phone and then turned off the bedside lamp, casting the bedroom into darkness.

“Oh, fuck,” I cursed. “Be quiet. I think she’s going to call me.”

A second later, my phone rang in my pocket and I pulled it out and answered it as Chantelle sat there and listened.

“Hey baby,” my treacherous wife said as though nothing was wrong. “I’m going to sleep now. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and check that Carlton wasn’t getting you into too much trouble.”

“No, it was just a standard boys’ night out,” I lied, feeling awkward in front of Chantelle. “Nothing to write home about. What about you?”

“I’m in bed,” Pamela replied. “Missing you. Okay, I’m going to sleep. Call me in the morning and let me know what time you’re coming home?”

The camera had night vision and I could see the two men listening and smiling at everything she was saying. My blood felt like it was boiling in my veins with anger.

“I will. Good night.”

“I love you,” Pamela repeated. “Aren’t you going to say it back?”

I looked at Chantelle for some reason and she nodded.

“I love you too,” I said, hoping my wife couldn’t tell that I was saying it through gritted teeth.

The truth was that I did love her. I was angry and jealous of the two men, smirking through the whole conversation with the knowledge that they’d both just fucked my beautiful wife.

“You can stay at mine,” Chantelle said softly once I’d hung up. “Me and my boyfriend aren’t at the living together stage. “Drive me home. I have some wine in the fridge. We can drink and you can forget about those three fuckers for a while.”

I nodded. That sounded like a good idea. Chantelle only lived a couple of miles away and as I drove, we watched Pamela, Mark and Nick talk for a while before all three of them rolled over to get some sleep and they all seemed to be asleep when we got to the house.

“Wine or beer?” Chantelle asked once we were inside.

“Beer,” I replied, making my way to her front room and collapsing onto her comfy, soft settee. “As much of it as you have.”

“No. You’re not getting drunk,” the blonde replied, returning from the kitchen with a cold bottle in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other. “You can have a couple to take the edge off, but I’m not having you spew your guts all over my expensive rug.”

I looked down at the deep-pile, burgundy rug that separated the sofa from the open fireplace.

“I can handle my drink,” I informed her as she lit the fire, then sat next to me and kicked off her high-heeled shoes to reveal her dainty feet. “What I can’t handle is what’s happened tonight.”

“Which part?” Chantelle asked, taking a sip of her wine. “The part where your wife took two men’s cocks in her pussy or the part where you ploughed me like a man possessed?”

“All of it,” I said, taking a long pull of the beer before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I don’t know how we got here. We were happily married. Nick was my boss, Mark was my work colleague, and you were Pamela’s best friend. Now we’re all mixed up in this crazy situation and I don’t know what to even think, never mind what to do about it.”

“I know I said things will go back to normal,” Chantelle began slowly, staring down at her red-painted toenails. “Once Pamela has worked all this stuff out of her system, but you’re right, it won’t. It won’t ever go back to what it was.”

“And that’s what scares me,” I nodded, also looking at her toes. She had very cute, sexy little feet.

“But it doesn’t have to.” The blonde turned her pale eyes to my face. “You make a new normal. A normal where Pamela sometimes has sex with other guys, maybe. A normal where you sometimes have sex with me.”

“That could never be normal,” I replied with a vigorous shake of my head. “Normal is where husband and wife have sex together, with no one else involved. That’s normal. This… Pamela and Nick and Mark… you and me… this isn’t normal.”

“Didn’t you enjoy having sex with me?” Pamela pushed a short lock of blonde hair behind one ear and gazed at me.

“Of course I did.”

“More importantly, didn’t you enjoy watching Pamela get fucked by Nick and Mark?”

She knew. Chantelle knew that somehow, watching my wife with other men turned me on.

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But it also makes me angry. It hurts. She’s cheating on me and those two bastards are laughing at me behind my back. How am I supposed to go to work, knowing what they’ve done?”

“You mean… knowing that they’ve double penetrated your wife?” Chantelle took another sip of the wine. “So what if they have? They don’t get to be married to her. You do. You get all the benefits of marriage plus you get to fuck her too. Look at it this way, Nick and Mark can’t be happy at home either if they’re having to turn to your wife for sex, can they?”

I didn’t know if that was true or not but it made sense in a roundabout sort of way.

“It’s just all so fucking messy,” I complained, finishing off the beer and placing the empty bottle on the table next to the sofa. “My head is fucked.”

Chantelle got another beer and topped up her wine while I fetched the laptop from the car and then we sat there in silence for a while, watching the open fire in front of us and listening to a log pop and crackle.

“Do you know something?” she said, a grin slowly appearing on her face.

I’d opened the laptop to see that Pamela, Mark and Nick were awake again. It was hard to tell because they were beneath the covers but it looked like Nick was between my wife’s legs, fucking her while Mark watched in the darkness next to them.

“What?” I asked, my eyes watching the shape of Nick’s ass move up and down and listening to Pamela’s quiet moans.

“I’ve never had sex on this rug.” Chantelle swept one dainty foot across the soft, woollen surface. “And I think I want to.”

From the other shapes beneath our bed covers, it looked like Mark was jerking off while watching Nick and Pamela. He was probably getting his dick hard for when it was his turn with my slutty wife. I looked at Chantelle, then down at the rug, then back at the pretty blonde.

“You really think we can make this a new type of normal?”

Chantelle nodded, then stood up before sitting down in front of me in the centre of the large rug. When she slipped off her dress, I noticed she hadn’t put her panties back on. I made a mental note to make sure she hadn’t left them in the car before I went home tomorrow.

As Chantelle removed her bra so that she was naked, I took my clothes off too, pleasantly surprised to find my dick already hard for a second time. Then I joined her on the rug and kissed the blonde softly on the mouth.

I’d made a decision: I was going to go home tomorrow.

Home to my slut wife and my new normal. A normal where I let her fuck other guys while I secretly watched with my new secret lover.

On the laptop screen, Nick rolled away and Mark got on top of my wife, taking his turn with her pussy. I turned my attention to the blonde woman by my side, who was already playing with herself while waiting for me to take charge.

Where all of this would lead, I didn’t know but as I shoved my cock into Chantelle for the second time tonight, I realised that it was going to be fun finding out.

This is the final part for now although I will be coming back to Pamela’s story in the very near future after I’ve written my next little tale of debauched cuckoldry. I hope you enjoyed it — I’d love to hear your feedback.

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