Cuckold Cheating Humiliation

Working Late: Unsatisfied Married Office Lady Seduced by Her Boss — Part 4

She just can’t resist her boss and the bundle of joy he gives her… on her wedding anniversary!

Previous chapters:

Morton was a gentleman, even after his orgasm had subsided. He used his wipes to clean her face, even scooping the thick glob of cum out of her eye so she could open it again. Then, he helped her up and kissed her again.

The few times that she had let Greg cum in her mouth, he had no interest in kissing her until she had brushed her teeth.

It didn’t seem to bother Morton as he stuck his thick tongue in her mouth. Ashley kissed him back eagerly, rewarding him for giving her so much pleasure.

“That was so good,” Morton said. “So very good.”

Ashley didn’t know whether to say thank you. Instead, she just nodded and smiled as her boss beamed down at her like a happy child.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, it was.”

Morton raised a hand and brushed back her blonde hair from her forehead.

“Do me a favor?”

“What is it?” Ashley asked, warily. Hadn’t she done everything he’d wanted?

“Give Greg a big kiss for me when you get home,” Morton grinned.

Ashley couldn’t help herself; she let out a giddy laugh. Morton laughed with her and gave her another sticky tongue kiss.

“Yes, sir,” she said, feeling the same thrill she had felt when she had been talking to Greg while Morton fucked her. “I will.”

“Good girl,” he said, but instead of feeling shameful, she felt happy. She had been a good girl.

Greg was waiting for her at home. He hadn’t cooked, but he had taken time to order food from their favorite Greek restaurant down the street. When she walked into the dining room she saw plates set up with gyro meat, fluffy pita bread, and hummus with a thick pool of olive oil sitting in the middle. Her stomach rumbled from hunger and from the thick deposit of Morton’s cum she had swallowed.

Greg gave her a warm smile as she walked through the door, and she smiled back, feeling the familiar stab of guilt. Then, she remembered what Morton had said, and she put her arms around her husband and gave him a very deep, very passionate kiss.

Greg was surprised, but he quickly reciprocated, his tongue slipping into her mouth. If he noticed the taste of Morton still on her tongue, he didn’t say anything.

“Wow!” he said. “You’re happy.”

“I’m just excited for you, baby,” Ashley said insincerely. She was proud of her husband, but she had also gotten an enormous thrill when Greg kissed her. The same naughty thrill she’d gotten from fucking her boss. It was so wrong, yet it made her feel so good. “I’m just so proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby,” Greg said and led her to the table. “Let’s eat, and I’ll tell you about it.”

Ashley found it hard to focus on Greg’s words as she dipped the pita bread into the hummus, the thick paste reminding her of Morton’s cum. She could still taste him all through dinner. The guilt settled on her heart. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and all she could think about was Morton’s thick cock and the way he had fucked her.

So, when Greg eyed her after the second glass of wine, the gleam of lust apparent in his eyes, she jumped at the chance. Perhaps, making love to Greg could banish the thoughts of Morton from her mind.

Ashley stood up, making the decision quickly before she could change her mind. She bent over Greg and gave him a long, lingering kiss.

“I think it’s time to celebrate,” she said.

She walked slowly to the bedroom as Greg followed like an eager puppy. She began to feel the familiar tingle that she’d felt with Morton. Not the all-consuming lust she’d felt with her boss, but it would do.

Greg was excited, to say the least. He could barely control himself as he ripped off his clothes. Ashley giggled as she watched him struggle to pull off his pants.

When Greg’s cock sprang free, she couldn’t help but compare him to Morton. Morton’s cock was fleshy, thick, and long. Greg’s was short and thin and pale. His cock bobbed up and down like a small, white bird, and when he stroked it for her, trying to excite her by his hardness, she had to place a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Stop it! She shouted to herself. This is your husband. Stop laughing at him!

This thought sobered her up, and she slid her hand down between her legs. She was still sticky and wet from Morton, and she used the memory of her boss to tease her clit into life. Meanwhile, Greg reached into the side table and pulled out a condom, sheathing his pale cock with the thin layer of latex.

Then, Greg fell on top of her and covered her mouth with wet, sloppy kisses. His cock probed clumsily at her entrance. She moved her hand down, calmed his jerky movements, and slid his cock into her pussy.

So small! She never realized how small and thin Greg was until she had experienced a real cock. Morton’s cock. She was loose after being stretched by her thick boss. Greg was so excited he didn’t even notice. His ass bounced on top of her, humping her with a frenzy she hadn’t seen before.

She tried to slow him down with her hips to no avail. She tilted her pelvis, angling her pussy upward to get enough friction so she could feel pleasure. She knew right away; it wasn’t going to happen. Greg was too excited, too wrapped up in his lust. And he was too small. He couldn’t fill her up the way Morton had, and she was afraid she might never be able to experience pleasure with her husband again.

She pushed down those thoughts and instead focused on giving Greg his orgasm. She sped up her hips murmuring in his ear.

“That’s it, baby!” she hissed in his ear. “That’s it, fuck me good!”

Greg responded to her words and humped her even harder. She suppressed the tears of frustration. She could feel nothing. Still, she could make her husband happy, and, truth be told, she just wanted to get this over with.

She bucked harder upward, meeting Greg’s frenzied thrusts with quick jerks of her hips. She began to moan, like she enjoyed it, like she was fucking Morton and feeling that lovely feeling of being filled to the brim with pumping flesh. Greg was panting hard as she continued to fake her orgasm, working herself up into a frenzy until finally, she was screaming.

“Yes! Just like that, baby! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

She cried out and jerked on the bed like she was in the throes of a powerful climax. Her cries were all Greg needed. His manhood soothed by her pleasure, he pumped once, twice, then groaned as he shot his load into his condom.

She held his quivering body against her as he groaned in her ear and emptied the last drops of seed into the protective tip of the condom. She stroked the back of his neck, blowing gently on his forehead to cool his sweaty brow.

After a while, he leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her, his face full of love.

“You were really excited, huh?” He said. “I’ve never heard you so excited before.”

Ashley forced a smile on her face. Perhaps she had overacted a little bit, but Greg was none the wiser.

“It’s just been a long time,” she said. “I missed you.”

Greg kissed her happily, then holding the condom on his cock, he pulled out of her. She saw the thin rubber was filled with Greg’s wasted seed. Greg grabbed a tissue from the side of the bed, pulled the condom off, and threw his spent lust into the trash.

“You want anything to drink?” he asked. Greg was always very solicitous after sex.

“Just water,” she said.

“Sure,” Greg said and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Ashley.”

“I love you, too,” Ashley said, the guilt piercing her heart.

Greg padded naked to the kitchen and Ashley rolled over in bed, feeling tired and frustrated. Sex with her husband hadn’t been enough, and she wondered if Morton had truly ruined her.

Maybe Morton had ruined her. At the moment, she didn’t care. All she knew was that she was looking forward to going back to work for the first time.

10

Greg was surprised when Ashley had to work late every night for the next two weeks. He couldn’t understand why she still worked at Morton’s when his new promotion had started.

Ashley told him until they actually decided to start a family, she could continue working there and they could save the extra money. Greg agreed, but he was still disappointed when Ashley came home exhausted from work and unable to have sex.

Of course, the real reason Ashley was exhausted was that Morton was constantly fucking her. After hours, in his office, bent over dusty files in the Archives, or on top of her desk while she looked at the picture of her and Greg on their honeymoon. Morton would hammer into her and make her cum again and again while she looked at the happy face of the woman in the picture. She didn’t even know who that person was anymore.

How could she have thought she had been fulfilled?

And every time Morton fucked her, he would pull her to her knees and unleash a torrent of hot cum on her face. She had become used to the smell of his seed and the swampy taste of him filling her mouth. And every night, she would kiss her husband with the taste of Morton still on her tongue. It gave her a thrill when Greg kissed her with her boss’s cum on her lips.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love Greg. She did. She loved that he loved her more than anything, and even though she was too tired for sex, he still adored and needed her. And she needed him. In her heart, she knew that Morton wasn’t a good man, but he could fulfill her sexually. Greg, on the other hand, could fulfill her emotionally.

Still, Ashley knew it couldn’t go on. Eventually, she would have to quit her job and begin her life with Greg. And that meant leaving Morton for good.

So, she waited until the night of her first anniversary. Greg had booked a reservation at their favorite restaurant, and they were both very excited to go out.

It was the perfect time to tell Morton.

Ashley waited at her desk, feeling a sense of loss as the rest of the office filed out the door. Finally, when she was sure everybody had left, she got up and walked into Morton’s office.

Morton beamed up at her when she walked into the room. He immediately pushed away from the desk.

“Ashley! I’ve been waiting for this all day!”

“I need to talk to you,” Ashley said.

They had hardly ever talked during the last few weeks. Sure, they had discussed the business, and there were her cries and verbal ejaculations when she was being fucked. But they never actually talked.

Morton frowned.

“Sounds serious,” he said.

“Greg’s asking a lot of questions about why I’m still working here.”

“I thought he liked the money,” Morton said. “Do you want more money?”

Ashley was confused. Was he really offering to pay her more to stay?

“No, I mean, yes, more money would be great!” She shook her head, trying to get back to her point. “That’s not what I mean.”

Morton stood up and crossed to her.

“Tell me exactly what you need,” Morton said.

“I have to quit,” she said in a rush. “That’s the deal I made with my husband. When he got his promotion, I would quit working and start a family.

Morton stepped closer, close enough that she could smell the sweat of his body. The smell of him made her heart beat faster.

“So,” Morton said, gripping her hand and sliding it over the bulge in his pants. “Are you telling me this is the last time? “

“No!” she moaned but didn’t take her hand off his throbbing crotch. “I can’t do this. It’s my anniversary!”

“Really? I had no idea!”

Morton grinned, and Ashley knew he was teasing her. Of course, he knew about her anniversary. He followed her on Facebook.

“I have to go,” she said, but her hand stayed on his crotch and rubbed up and down. She could feel him, hard and ready for her, just like he always was.

“But, I want to give you a gift,” he said. “For being such a good employee. Besides…”

He gripped her roughly by the shoulders and pulled her into a hard, hot kiss. Ashley struggled for just a moment, then allowed his tongue to penetrate her mouth, and she sucked on it, her hand furiously stroking his cock through his pants.

“If this is the last time, let’s make it special.”

He broke away from her, his arms falling to his side. It was all up to her now. She could turn and walk out that door and never see him again. That would be the right thing to do. That’s what a good wife would do.

I’m a bad wife, Ashley thought as she slowly sank to her knees in front of her boss. I’m such a bad wife.

Morton unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down over his wide bottom, revealing his thick, beautiful cock.

“Better call your husband,” Morton said with a grin.

“Yes, sir,” Ashley nodded and pulled out her phone.

11

“Ashley?” Greg asked. “Where are you? We need to get to the restaurant.”

“Sorry, baby!” Ashley said. “Something just came up!”

Morton laughed as Ashley stroked his thick cock. Ashley gave him a shushing pout with her lips.

“But it’s our anniversary!” Greg’s voice was very close to a whine.

“I’m really sorry, honey! Can you call and try to get a later reservation?”

“How late?” Greg asked petulantly.

Ashley lifted Morton’s heavy shaft and rubbed her lips against the belly of his cock. She trailed a long lick up to the head. Morton groaned with pleasure.

“I don’t know, baby,” Ashley said, Morton’s cock resting against her cheek. “It could be a while.”

“Fine,” Greg sighed.

“Thank you, baby,” Ashley said and gave the end of Morton’s cock a wet kiss. “See you soon.”

She ended the call and put the phone on the floor. Morton growled in appreciation.

“You are such a bad, little wife!”

“Only for you, Mr. Morton!” Ashley moaned, using both hands to stroke Morton’s monster. “Only for you.”

“Show me,” Morton grunted and bumped the spongy head of his cock over against her lips. “Show me how bad a wife you really are.”

Ashley grinned and opened her lips. Morton slid his cock deep into her mouth. She felt his pulse throbbing on her tongue, his cock filling her so full she couldn’t breathe.

She gagged on his hot flesh and her mouth filled with spit that dribbled out of her mouth and onto her breasts. She worked her lips eagerly on his pulsating shaft, enjoying the taste and smell of him. Her eager sucking was not enough, and Morton gripped her head and began fucking her mouth mercilessly, punishing her with pounding thrusts of his cock.

Just as suddenly, her boss pulled back. Ashley gasped for air, her chin slick with drool. Morton looked down at her and hissed.

“You like that cock?”

“Yes!” Ashley moaned. “I love it!”

“More than your husband’s cock?”

Ashley felt a sharp pang of guilt, but it was blunted by the need for Morton’s body.

“Yes!” she said. “Yes! It’s so much better than Greg’s!”

Morton grunted approval. He reached down and gripped Ashley by the shoulders and hauled her to her feet.

Ashley moaned as Morton kissed her. He tore open her blouse, revealing her heavy breasts, then buried his face in her tits, sucking, licking, and biting. His hunger made Ashley even more excited as he pulled down her bra and sucked on her round, hard nipples.

Unable to hold back his lust any longer, Morton threw Ashley down over his desk. He forced her skirt up over her ass, and, with one quick yank, he tore off her panties.

“You want this cock, Ashley?” Morgan hissed at her as he swabbed the thick head across her swollen slit. “Tell me you want it, slut!”

“Yes!” she moaned pitifully, wriggling her round ass and trying to find his thick pole. “Yes, I want it!”

Her submission complete, Morton grabbed Ashley around her waist and pulled her back while he thrust at the same time. Ashley screamed and gripped the edge of his desk, knocking aside pencils, paper, and a keyboard. Morton fucked her mercilessly, his long cock stabbing deep into her helpless flesh. Her heavy breasts bounced back and forth, moving in rhythm to the wet smacks of his stomach against her ass.

“Yes, baby! Yes!” she cried as the intense lust thrust her over the edge into orgasm. “Yes!”

The tremors of her climax still echoing through her body, Morton pulled her to her feet. With one arm wrapped around her chest, he kissed her again, deep hard, and rough.

“Who’s better?” he growled. “Who’s better, me or your husband?”

“You are!” Ashley cried out without thought or hesitation. “You are so much better than my husband!”

“Good, girl,” Morton murmured, and Ashley felt a warm glow inside at his praise. “Now, I’m going to cum inside your pussy. I want to give you a gift on your anniversary.”

“Oh, God!” she cried. The mere thought of Morton coming inside of her, making her pregnant, was so wrong and yet made her even more excited. Her whole body clenched around his invading flesh as he threw her back to the desk and began to pound her even harder into the wood.

There were no thoughts of Greg, of their marriage, of their love. Her husband had been burned from her mind by Morton’s hot flesh. All she could think about was her orgasm building to something more powerful than she had ever experienced.

Morton grunted like an animal behind her. His voice was raspy with exertion.

“Tell me you want it, Ashley!” Morton commanded.

“Whatever you want, baby!” Ashley moaned. “Please, fill me up with your cum!”

“You want me to get you pregnant, slut?” Morton huffed. “Give you a little gift on your anniversary?”

“Yes! Yes, I want it! Please!”

Morton couldn’t hold back the pressure any longer. With a loud, animal howl, he slammed his thick cock deep inside of her. Ashley screamed as the biggest orgasm of her life rocketed through her, making sparks burst across her vision. Her whole body jerked and twitched on the desk as Morton buried the length of his weapon deep inside of her, holding himself tight against her body as he filled her with his hot seed. Ashley felt a deep warmth in her belly as she thought of Morton’s thick cum coating her womb and finding her defenseless eggs waiting to be taken.

Finally, Morton pulled out of her, leaving Ashley exhausted and weak. She felt the hot cum dripping down her legs, so much thick seed that she couldn’t hold it all in.

Morton pulled her up again and gave her another deep kiss, which she gratefully returned.

“Remember to have hubby wear a condom tonight when he fucks you,” Morton said. “And remember who really fucked you on your anniversary.”

Ashley nodded, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her lips. In her current state, she would do anything Morton asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly as she nibbled Morton’s chin. “Whatever you say.”

Epilogue

1 year later.

The office hadn’t changed much in the year since Ashley left. Most of the employees still left on time and, by the time she slipped into the office, there was only one light on. Morton’s.

With a little thrill, she knocked on the door.

“Yes?” Morton’s gruff voice came through the door.

Ashley stepped into the office, and Morton’s mouth opened in shock.

“Ashley?” Morton said and got up from his chair. “What are you doing here?”

“Just thought I’d visit.”

Morton’s eyes greedily took in her body. She’d decide to wear one of her older dresses, one that was tight even before she’d had the baby. Her lush curves were practically bursting from the fabric.

Morton held out a chair solicitously, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Visiting, hm?” he asked, peering down her dress at the large cleft between her breasts. “Does Greg know?”

“Actually, he’s taking care of the baby,” Ashley said and held out her phone. On the screen was their happy family. Greg smiling cluelessly, holding a chubby, blonde boy while Ashley smiled knowingly at the camera.

“Nice looking boy,” Morton said.

Ashley laughed.

“I know,” she said. “He looks just like his father.”

They stared at each other a moment, and Morton understood.

“Yes, he does.”

Morton stepped forward, his crotch level with Ashley’s face.

“Why did you really come here?”

“Why, to ask for a job, of course!” She reached forward and rubbed Morton’s cock through his pants. “I’ve decided I really do want it all.”

“And Greg?” Morton asked. “What does your husband think?”

“Oh, he’ll come around. Eventually.”

Ashley reached up and pulled her dress down over her shoulders, revealing her huge breasts, barely constrained by her lacy black bra. “After all, he just wants me to be happy.”

Morton snorted, unbuckled his pants, and lifted out the heavy cock Ashley had been dreaming of for months.

“Better call your husband,” Morton grinned. “We have a lot of work to catch up on.”

Ashley smiled happily and took out her phone.

“Whatever you say, sir,” she said and punched the button to call Greg.

She needed to tell him she would be working late.

Again.

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