My Husband Listened To My Boss And I

And our relationship will never be the same again.

My hand trembled a little as I searched for the key to our apartment. I’d been having an affair with my boss for months, but that wasn’t what I was nervous about.

No, facing my husband was what I wasn’t prepared for. Not now.

Not now that he knew the truth. My boss had kept me back late for the third time this week and my hubby had called looking for me.

Normally I would have let it go to voicemail, but my boss wasn’t having that. Not this time. No. He’d made me answer it while we were in the middle of our tryst.

I did what I was told, he was my boss after all, and I’m nothing if not an exemplary employee. I do everything he asks, it was a condition of my employment.

Unable to hide what was going on, my boss had driven me to an explosive orgasm while my hubby listened in from home. Then he’d taken the phone and told him in no uncertain terms I’d be home when he was done with me.

What had followed was forty minutes of the hottest sex I’d ever had. But now I had to face the music. Would he even be here? Would he have taken and things and left? He wasn’t the confrontational sort.

I turned the key, and slipped into the apartment. Nothing looked out of place. Quietly I made my way to our bedroom. Perhaps I could slip into the shower and clean up before I had to face my hubby. It was difficult to muster a defence while I was still full of my boss’s hot load.

Unfortunately he was waiting for me on the bed.

“Well, you certainly took your time,” it sounded more sulky than angry which surprised me a little.

“I believe my boss was quite clear on that,” I replied. He was laying on the bed with a pillow in his lap. Had he been crying? Or was he trying to hide his boner?

“How long have you been his slut?”

That stopped me dead. I mean he wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t think he had it in him.

“Since the day they hired me,” I replied, there was no point lying now.

“What? How did he get you into bed in one day?” My husband asked, his jaw dropping wide. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or impressed.

“I needed the job and the day I interviewed I was the 17th candidate. No sooner had my ass hit the chair than they told me the position had already been filled. He gave me two minutes to change his mind. I sat there not sure what to say for the first minute. When he looked down at his watch, I knew I was out of time. So I asked him if the successful applicant could deepthroat his cock.”

“You didn’t?” I thought my husband was going to have a stroke, but I plowed on. There was something cathartic about telling the truth now.

I nodded. “I didn’t know what I’d agreed to, I figured he’d be about your size baby. Four inches, I figured a blowjob for a real job in this economy was a trade I could live with. But I was wrong. He was huge. I’d never taken anything that big, not in my mouth, that’s for sure.”

“You blew him in your interview?”

“Sure did, I had his cock down my throat when he called the previous applicant and told them the company had a change of heart. I got the job, he got harder than a baseball bat so I let him stick it in me.”

“You fucked him too?” My husband shook his head. “You are a slut.”

“His slut,” I agreed. “That was the agreement. I’d be his personal secretary and see to his needs. I’ve been doing just that for the last six months. You certainly didn’t complain when I came home making more than you were expecting.”

“I didn’t know what you were doing for it,” my husband stammered.

“I’m going to level with you baby, he’s so big I’d do it for free.”

When my husband didn’t react, I held my hands about ten inches apart. “I don’t know how to say no to his big boss cock.”

“What does that mean?” He asked, like a lost puppy. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I wasn’t giving up the pleasure I’d found either.

“It means we both get to cum now baby. He’s just going to make sure I don’t miss out on mine.”

“Your going to keep fucking him,” my husband asked.

I knew the answer. I’d come to that conclusion in the car. I wasn’t giving up the best sex I’d ever had.

“Definitely,” I replied. “And you can keep getting indignant about it, but I checked my phone, baby, you didn’t hang up. That call lasted the whole forty minutes. You listened to him fuck me again and again.”

“I-uh,” he mumbled looking for an excuse.

I yanked the pillow off his lap. His hard little cock stuck straight up in the air, his boxers were around his knees and from the mess I suspected I knew exactly what he’d been up to.

“You lay here jerking off while he fucked me and have the nerve to call me a slut?” I shook my head. “He was right, you are a little cuckold.”

He shrank into the bed as I got stuck into him. “He told me you’d enjoy listening in, said he could smell a good little cuck a mile away. I never thought he’d be right. Did it turn you on baby?”

He couldn’t meet my eyes, but he did manage a timid nod.

“I bet you wish you were there watching, dont you? Hell of a lot better than listening, I’ll tell you that much.”

My husband didn’t answer but his cock practically jumped. That was when I realized the truth. Hearing me talk about the interview had got him hard. Just how big a cuckold was he?

I wanted to know just how far down this rabbit hole he would go. Setting down my bag I climbed onto my side of the bed, hiked my skirt up around my waist and ran my fingers over my soaked panties.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I pulled my panties to the side. “Eat me and I’ll tell you what happened this week?”

“What?” he looked down at my well fucked sex. “Did he?”

“Oh yes baby,” I put my hand on hubby’s chest. “He never pulls out.”

My hubby played with himself as he let out a lust-filled groan. Using my fingers, I parted my folds and pointed where I wished him to focus his efforts.

Like a good little cuck, he rolled onto his stomach, shimied down the bed and put his tongue to a much better use.

“That’s a good boy,” I cooed as he sank his tongue into where my boss had been about half an hour ago. “Can you taste him?”

My hubby didn’t reply, but I couldn’t help but think he was eating me with a vigor he rarely exhibited. Maybe he enjoyed the taste of another man in me.

“Tell me what happened,” he asked between tastes.

“Well on Monday night, it had been almost three days since he had me. So the second the office cleared out, he called me into his office to ride him while he dictated an email.”

“So when you raced for the shower when you got home?” My hubby prodded as he lapped away.

“Oh I was so full. Three days he was pretty backed up. I’m surprised you couldn’t smell me the second I walked in.”

“I had my suspicions,” my hubby replied. “Checked the laundry and found that suspicious stain on the back of your black pencil skirt. I suspect you missed it in your clean up.”

He tongued my clit as he drove his point home. I guess I hadn’t been as discreet as I thought. Over the last six months I had got a little lazy when it came to hiding things.

“The boss came all over my ass and didn’t let me clean it off. Said I needed to wear him home. I think he’s been trying to get me caught for weeks.”

“Ass,” my husband replied. “I figured you mustn’t mind the mess so I stroked a load into your bra.”

I grabbed him by the hair and forced him deeper into my soaked sex. “You naughty little shit.”

“Says the one banging her boss every chance she gets.”

“Every chance he gets,” I corrected. “The day he hired me, he told me my pussy was his. Now he makes good on that promise every chance he gets. On Wednesday night I’d forgotten to make some copies of a report that was needed for a conference Thursday morning. I was still in the copy room when he found me.”

“What happened?” My husband asked.

“Well he pulled down my blouse and took a photocopy of my tits. It currently sits in his desk draw I caught his showing it to one of his clients today. I mean you can’t see my face, but it wouldn’t be hard to work out who it is.”

“Your tits are impressive,” my hubby conceded. “I catch men staring at them all the time.”

“Yep, well now he stares at them every time he opens his drawer. Which usually results in him wanting to come and stick his big cock between them.”

“What happened next?” My hubby asked, slobbering a little as he tried to extricate himself from my soaked pussy. His attention, along with the memory of my boss possessing me all week was getting me close. I could feel my orgasm mounting.

I put two fingers together and started stroking my clit while he licked my folds.

“He bent me over the copier and pounded me right there. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make six copies of a report while you have a cock the size of a baseball bat buried in you?”

I was exagerating for his benefit, but the memory was too much for me too. As he lapped my folds, I pushed harder against my clit and screamed as I climaxed, squirting all over my hubby’s mouth.

My hips bucked off the bed as a body-shaking, soul-splitting orgasm tore through me. As my giddy post orgasm euphoria set in, my cuck hubby clambered onto his knees between my legs and drove his own cock into me.

I tried not to compare him to my boss but it was inescapable. My boss was just so much bigger.

I urged him on, I knew he didn’t have much left.

“That’s it baby, get nice and deep, that’s where he was.”

My hubby managed all of six strokes before shooting his wad. I couldn’t blame him, he’d been pretty worked up when I got home.

As he collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my tits, I stroked his hair.

“Did my good little cuckold enjoy that?”

There was a moment’s hesitation before he whispered…

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll be sure to bring you plenty more stories. My boss has no intention of stopping, I guess that’s why he had me answer you call. Easier for everyone now that we know the truth.”

“Do you think he’d ever let me watch?” My hubby asked tentatively.

“I can only ask, he’s the boss.” I replied, not wanting to get his hopes up. I suspected my boss would enjoy lording it over him, but I knew my place.

And now, so did he.

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