My Wife Is Quite The Entrepreneur

Turns out that cuckolding me was incredibly profitable.

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The day I tried to rub my best man’s nose in it, I discovered a truth I hadn’t been ready for. My wife Sadie was the hottest woman in town. I knew that. I’d always enjoyed the fact that she was mine.

What I’d never known was that she was not mine alone. Bill took great pleasure in bringing me down to earth. He’d told me my wife had lost her Physio license because she’d blown some college football player’s BBC.

Rather than tell me she now had no income and a five year lease on her new premises it appears that she had pivoted her business model. She still used her hands, but she had a far more comprehensive range of services.

She also made a lot more.

I guess I’d never really thought about where all the extra cash was coming from. Now I knew it was coming from men like Bill who were paying extra to creampie my wife’s married pussy.

He’d been best man at my wedding. Now he was her ‘favorite pipe.’ I’d picked on him for being a plumber one too many times. So he’d told me he’d been giving it to Sadie twice a week for months.

I hadn’t believed him, Bill was a well known liar, but the video he’d sent me after Sadie came home late from work was impossible to ignore. She’d also fed me his creampie for extra cash. I didn’t know till I was done eating her out. I’d wondered why she’d turned out the light, guess she enjoyed cucking me as much as he did.

Now I wasn’t sure what to do now that I knew the truth. I was still getting some at home, but it was clear a lot of others were getting some too.

I also couldn’t dispute just how hard I got watching the video Bill had sent me. I’d watched it at least three more times this week.

Then when my wife had gone to visit her family, I’d stolen her spare office key and fitted four cameras in the treatment room of her clinic. I told myself it was to gather evidence, but somewhere deep down I just wanted to know what else was going on in that room every day.

I sat at the desk in my office, fighting the temptation to pull out my phone to see if my wife had any clients this morning.

“Thompson!” My boss’s voice roused me from my daydreaming. “I need those transaction reports. Where are they?”

I startled. “Uh, ah,” I stumbled over my excuse. The truth was I should have been doing them on the weekend, not spending eight hours sneaking around my wife’s office.

“I’ll have them for you shortly,” I managed.

Mr. Travers looked down at his watch. He was in his late fifties, his hair shot through with silver streaks. A broad shouldered giant, he filled the doorway.

“See that you do, Thompson. Don’t you leave this office until they’re on my desk.”

“Yes sir,” I stammered, dropping my phone beneath the desk. My curiosity would have to wait.

“I’m heading out for a meeting, they best be there when I get back,” Travers headed for the door.

He could be a right arse at times, but he’d fired two other staff this month. I had no intention of being the third.

I made it about twenty minutes before the overwhelming desire to check the cameras caused me to set aside the expense reports. Getting up, I shut and locked the door to my office. Hastened back to my chair, and picked up my phone.

Pulling out a set of earphones, I plugged them in. The walls here weren’t particularly thick. The last thing I wanted was for someone to overhear the noises my wife made as she took care of her customers.

The thought still filled me with both anger, and jealousy. I just wish my brain would tell my cock to behave. It was already twitching with anticipation.

Turning on my phone, I gasped.

There, standing in the middle of my wife’s treatment room, was Mr. Travers. In his hand, he held an envelope that from the look of it held a massive wad of notes.

“Is it all in there, tiger?” My wife asked. “You’re not going to make me count it are you?”

“Oh, it’s there,” Mr. Travers smacked the envelope against his hand.

“You know the rules if it isn’t?” My wife asked.

“Blacklisted,” Mr. Travers replied. “For life.”

“That’s right, and after today you’re not going to want that to happen,” my wife teased from somewhere out of sight. “If you’re ready to make a deposit, throw it in the lockbox.”

Mr. Travers walked over to a lockbox set in the wall and slid the entire envelope into it. There had to be thousands of dollars in it.

“I’m ready,” Mr. Travers called.

My heart skipped a beat. My boss, the cruel old bastard was about to fuck my wife.

Sadie. What had happened to her? She’d always been so reserved. Where had this all come from?

My thoughts vanished as my wife strolled onto screen. She was wearing a tight plaid skirt that barely covered her big ass. Her ample chest was barely contained by a tight white top that had been tied over her chest. One knot was all that stood between my boss, and my wife’s perfect natural tits.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, I could tell. Her nipples were pressing through the white shirt like little peaks. She twirled her hair with one finger. It had been bundled into two unbraided pigtails, that sat high on the back of her head.

She looked sweet, and slutty all at the same time.

My cock almost exploded.

“Oh you are ready for me, daddy, aren’t you?” My wife flirted as she looked down at his cock, straining agains this pants. I’d never paid attention in the office, but it seemed like Mr. Travers was packing some heavy machinery.

Just my luck. Not only could he fire me, but he was also hung like a horse.

“Come to daddy,” my boss called as he beckoned my wife with his finger.

She dropped to her knees, and crawled across the floor, stopping in front of him. Running her face up the inside of his leg, she stopped when she found the obvious outline of his cock tenting the fabric.

“Oh daddy,” my wife’s eyes bulged. “Is this for me?”

“Sure is sweetheart,” Travers grinned, undoing his belt. He let his slacks fall to his ankles as he rested his big cock right on my wife’s face.

Sadie wrapped two hands around his shaft and licked his head. Her tongue travelled round it, slowly, sensually.

“You like that don’t you dear? Much bigger than your husband, isn’t it?”

My wife nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

I felt a stab of pain as my wife sold me out that quickly. It seemed my boss got off on knowing he had me beat.

Her lips pursed as she pushed against his head and I watched as my boss’s mammoth erection parted my wife’s lips.

Mr. Travers grabbed my wife’s bunched up pigtails, one in each hand and used them as handlebars as he pushed his hardon into my wife’s mouth.

“Mhmmm,” my wife moaned around his member as he took control of her.

“That’s it,” he chuckled. “Who’s a good slut for daddy?”

My wife lifted her mouth off him for long enough to gasp, “I am.” Before taking him once more.

I’d watched my wife service my best mate, but this was something else. She was role playing and it clearly wasn’t the first time.

“Your husband really has no idea what you do here?” My boss asked.

My wife shook her head, an impressive feat with that much meat in her mouth.

“I can’t decide what I want to do to you the most,” my boss laughed as he guided my wife’s blowjob courtesy of the pig tails he was holding tight.

My wife looked up at him, her eyes full of mischief as she reluctantly let go of his cock.

“Whatever you want, daddy,” my wife whispered. “I’m all yours.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Those reports weren’t getting done this morning.

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