My Wife Makes It Up To Me

Sadie is so very good at being bad, maybe I should thank my boss after all.

Installing hidden cameras in my wife’s massage parlor had been rather bad for my productivity at work. I couldn’t help it, watching her was intoxicating. It was like staring into an alternate reality where the conservative woman I’d married was actually a naughty nymphomaniac with a penchant for mischief.

I’d thought she was a physiotherapist. But apparently she had lost her license fooling around with a client. Unfortunately that client’s angry wife-to-be had reported her and she’d lost her license. But she’d inadvertently stumbled across another way she could pay the rent.

I’d never really questioned how much money she was bringing home, I just figured she was good at her job.

And she was, very good apparently, she seemed to have a bevy of satisfied customers including my best friend, and my boss from work. They were the only ones I’d managed to watch the show for. I couldn’t be too overt, after all I didn’t want to get caught perving on my wife and show her what a cuckold I truly was.

In my mind it was one thing to know, but an entirely different thing for her to know that I knew and carry on without a word.

I sighed as I cleaned my office desk, a byproduct of watching my wife auction her virgin ass to my boss. $20,000. That’s how much Mr. Travers had paid to go where no man had gone before. And he’d gone to town on it.

Watching Sadie groan with my boss’s cock in her tight ass had made me burst. My office stank like sex and I’d spent the last twenty minutes cleaning, to little avail.

A knock interrupted my thoughts.

The door turned, but didn’t open, I’d been sure to lock it knowing exactly what I intended to get up to.

“Coming,” I called as I raced to the door.

Unlocking it, I turned the handle. There standing in front of me was my boss, Mr. Travers in the flesh. I fought the urge to punch him right in the face. But that would only give away that I knew what he’d been up to. Or rather into.

He was smiling from ear to ear and I knew why.

“How are those reports coming?”

“Almost done,” I lied. I had barely started them before turning on the cameras and getting wholly distracted.

“Well you can finish up tomorrow,” he replied. “I’m feeling rather well disposed toward you today, why don’t you take an early mark for all your hard work and head on home spend some time with that hotwife of yours.”

Had he just called Sadie a hotwife? Or a hot wife? Was he messing with me?

He sniffed once, clearly able to smell the stench in my office. I was going to need some air freshener or something.

I wasn’t sure what his game was, but neither was I going to knock back a chance to head home early.

“Thanks, Mr Travers,” I replied, packing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Don’t mention it,” he said as he headed up the hall. Had I really just thanked my boss after what he’d done to my wife?

I raced home, eager to turn on the cameras and find out what else my wife had got up to.

I managed to make it all the way to the driveway before I snuck a peek. Unfortunately the lights were off and the store was dim. She had closed up early.

Locking the car, I raced inside. There was no sign of Sadie downstairs, but her car was in the driveway. Why had my boss let me off early? What was I going to find? I had visions of my wife in our bed, bent over on all fours taking her favourite pipe doggy style.

I raced upstairs, I couldn’t hear anything coming from our bedroom but raced down the hall regardless. On reaching our room, I threw open the doors.

There, bending over the makeup station was my wife, Sadie. Her schoolgirl outfit was gone. No surprises there, Mr. Travers had turned it into an oil-soaked mess.

Instead she was wearing a pair of tight white boots shorts that didn’t even cover her whole ass. They had a cute starry belt around them. Her natural breasts were covered in a thin blueshirt tied together between her tits, with a cute little jacket over the top.

I’d seen the ensemble before. It was the Dallas cowgirl’s uniform. My favourite cheerleaders, only Sadie was far more bosomy than the average Dallas Cowgirl. They couldn’t manage all that jumping and cheering if they were weighed down like she was.

“Oh baby, you’re home early?” Sadie said, her mouth turning into a big grin. “You’re going to spoil the surprise.”

I took in her breathtaking body, barely hidden beneath the outfit. I couldn’t help but see Mr. Travers in my mind’s eye, bending her over his desk while he pounded her sweet peach.

My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to say.

“I see you like it,” she whispered as she sauntered over to me. “I’m so glad, I picked it out just for you.”

Sadie pressed herself up against my body and it reacted isntinctively to her presence.

“Just for me?” I asked. I hadn’t had the cameras installed in her parlor for long enough to know if that was true, but right now I didn’t care.

She nodded, her mischievous smile made me throb. What did it matter if my boss had just been fucking her raw? I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist and grinding against her ass.

I was so hard it hurt.

“Want me to do a little routine for you?” Sadie whispered, my lips nipping at her ear.

I reached up and grabbed her soft pillowy tits. The thin fabric may as well have not even been there, so I tore it open.

“No,” I growled. “I want you now.”

I couldn’t get the image of my poss out of my mind as I mauled my wife’s perfect natural tits. He’d oiled and fucked them, but she’d washed all traced of it from her skin.

Sadie groaned as I pinched her nipples, pressing her ass back against me hard. “You’re the boss, baby.”

Something brushed against my cock, but I ignored it as I thrust into her.

“That’s right, I am.”

I spun her around and sucked her nipple into my mouth, teasing it to hardness. The perfect pink caps topped her large smooth breasts. I licked and sucked and teased until I thought my cock would tear through my pants.

Sadie must have felt it too, because she dropped to her knees and ripped my pants down. I’d already come, but still felt like I might burst all over her face. She took me in her mouth and sucked me all the way to my base. The ease with which she managed the feat made me realize just how much she’d improved her head game since she’d opened her parlour. I suppose if she could take Bill, I was rather easy.

The memory of my best man in her throat made me twitch.

“Don’t come yet, baby,” she pleaded. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Surprise?” I asked, looking down at her. Her eyes sparkled up at me.

“More than the uniform?” I asked, trying to contain my enthusiasm and my pending climax.

She nodded. “Yes, baby.”

She turned so that she was facing away from me. Pressed her cheek to the carpet and thrust her ass up in the air. Sadie reached for her tight little booty shorts and peeled them down, revealing her perfect peach-shaped ass.

Only lodged between those two majestic globes, was a sparkling sapphire butt plug. That was definitely new.

I reached out and touched it tentatively.

“Do you like it, baby?” She cooed. “I got it just for you?”

I stared at it. I imagined that after my boss’s thick cock it had fit quite easily. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

Sadie reached for her ass, and spread her cheeks as she nodded.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Today’s the day. Take it out.”

Her instructions took me off guard but I recovered quickly. Gingerly pulling on the tight plug until it popped free. My cock throbbed as I stood over her, stroking it in eager anticipation.

“Why don’t you tease it first,” she suggested. “With your tongue, give yourself a moment to calm down.”

Sadie always enjoyed it when I ate her out, but I’d never really thought about tasting her ass. What’s more, my boss had only just finished fucking it. I considered protesting but her tight little rosebud was staring up at me. This is the closest I’d ever been to my dream of fucking my wife’s perfect ass, and I wasn’t going to ruin it now.

I got on my knees and pressed my face into Sadie’s hot ass.

“That’s it baby, eat me,” she groaned.

I thrust my tongue into her, and tasted something different. That had to be the massage oil. Clearly she hadn’t got rid of every trace of her misbehavior. It tingled on my tongue.

I spread her cheeks, and drove my tongue into her. Sadie’s groans spurred me on as I tasted her previously forbidden passage.

“That’s it baby, deeper,” she moaned. Her fingers brushed my chin and I realized she was feverishly fingering herself while I tasted her ass.

“Oh, yes,” Sadie groaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I couldn’t beleive it, Sadie was going to come for me. It felt empowering to bring her such pleasure after what my boss had done to her. I went deeper, and harder, eager to drive her over the edge.

Sadie let out a guttural moan as she climaxed, her ass clenched hard, her hips shuddering. Sadie reached back grabbing my head as she came on my face.

A salty tang covered my tongue, and I drew back to find a sticky white substance leaking out of my wife’s ass. In a heartbeat, I realized what it what.

My boss. The steaming pile of seed he’d shot isnide her tight ass.

“Don’t stop,” Sadie begged, “it feels so good.”

I eyed it for a moment, surely I couldn’t. Then I remembered the scorching hot sex we’d had after she’d fed me Bill’s creampie. I hadn’t known at the time, only finding out after the fact why she’d tasted so different.

The sex had been undeniably hot. Did Sadie know what she was doing? Was that why she’d worn the buttplug?

“Please,” she begged. “Get me nice and ready for that big cock.”

I couldn’t resist her dirty talk. I dover back into her ass, tonguing her for all I was worth. I knew what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop. the more I ate, the harder I got. When I’d cleaned her completely, I knelt behind her and pressed my cock against her ass.

“Yes, baby. Take me!” She demanded.

I did. In long smooth strokes. Her Dallas Cowgirl spankpants around her knees, her cheek on the carpet as I buried my cock in my wife’s ass for the first time.

It was worth the wait. Sadie was so tight it was exquisite. I thrust into her again and again.

“Easy baby,” she whispered. “It’s my first time.”

Her lie made me smile. More likely she was feeling a little saddle sore from the pounding my boss had given her. I heard her plea, but I knew better.

I knew she could take it.

So I gave my sexy, cheating wife everything I had and exploded deep in her hot little ass, my seed no doubt mixing with my boss’s, but right now I didn’t give a damn. I collapsed on top of her dragging my wife to the carpet for a cuddle as my seed leaked out of her poor ass.

“How’d you like your surprise?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure which part she was talking about, and I didn’t care.

“I loved it,” I replied earnestly, and I meant it. All of it.

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