Cuckolded: Cheating Wife Stories, Vol. 2 box set #4–6 (Rough one-on-one and group play with a young housewife)

by Anya Aurelie

  She knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it in. Mike was sitting at his desk on the phone, and he held up one finger to her to wait silently.

  When he got off the phone, she asked, “So what's this big project you're working on?" She didn't care, honestly, but knew it would make him feel good to talk about it.

  He sighed. "Oh, it's just some bullshit from corporate. The CEO is in town, and he's going through all the departments to try to make some changes to be more efficient, or something." He rolled his eyes. "He won't find much, of course."

  "The CEO…" Ashley said. "Is he, by any chance, a middle-aged, well-groomed guy who might have just left?"

  "Did you see him?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

  "Yes, I think I did," Ashley said, trying to hide the small smile that was starting at the corners of her mouth. CEO, huh? So that's why he had looked so confident and in control.

  "What?" Mike asked her. He stared at her face, and she tried hard to remain neutral. "Are you… Are you into him?"

  "No," Ashley said, a little too quickly. But she could feel herself blushing, giving her away.

  “You are,” Mike said slowly, looking her up and down.

  In an attempt to deter him, she approached his desk and set down the bagged lunch she had brought. He continued to stare at her with an odd expression on his face, and when she was close enough to see more of his body behind his desk, she realized there was a distinct bulge in his suit pants.

  “I bet you'd love to get him alone," Mike said. Ashley felt trapped. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Was she supposed to admit that Mike's boss’s boss had made her wet? That she'd imagined him shoving her over a desk and fucking her from behind?

  "He's an attractive man," she said primly. She would admit no more.

  But there was more, to be sure. When she returned home that day, Ashley set aside the shopping she was planning on doing, and instead spent two hours in her and Mike's marital bed, masturbating furiously at the thought of the CEO, Kenneth. She didn't stop until her fingers were dripping wet and wrinkled, her thighs were soaked, and she’d come six times in a row. She'd imagined the man stretching her out in every way possible, and she only got up to continue her day when she felt dirty and completely fulfilled.

  But then she did her best to forget about Kenneth. Until, that is, the next day, when Mike called her again.

  This time, it was car trouble.

  “I was on my way out, but it just won’t start,” he said. “I think the battery may be dead. Can you come pick me up?”

  The building was unlocked, and she had no trouble slipping in. But when she went to Mike's office, he was nowhere to be found. She sat down behind his desk to wait for him.

  Ashley surveyed the room: papers scattered over the desk and in a few neat piles, the big computer in front of her, the wooden door, and windows covered in cheap blinds on the front and back walls — one wall leading to the outside world, one leading out to the rest of the office. The outside blinds were closed, but the ones facing the rest of the office were open just slightly, and she could see slivers of empty cubicles and bland white walls.

  As she waited, Ashley began pulling at her bra band. It was tight around her chest, and she longed to get home and take it off. She cupped her breast in one hand, squeezing her nipple absently.

  And when the door to the office flew open, she didn't remove her hand from her breast right away, assuming it was Mike.

  But it wasn't. Kenneth strode through the door, that same confident air about him, like he knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing.

  When Ashley realized who was there, she jumped and her hand dropped down to her side. Kenneth seemed surprised to see her as well.

  "Oh, excuse me," he said. "I didn't know there was anyone still here this late." Looking at her more closely, he said, "Ashley, was it? You’re Mike's wife, I believe?"

  "Yes, I'm so sorry," she began, feeling her cheeks flush. "I came to pick Mike up. He had car trouble."

  "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Kenneth said, striding toward her. "I hope you don't mind, I just need to find something in his paperwork." He stood behind the desk beside Ashley and began rifling through one of the piles of papers.

  "Of course not. Am I in your way?" she asked.

  "Not at all."

  Yet when he reached past her toward a second pile, his arm brushed against hers for the briefest of seconds, and though it was through the fabric of his expensive-looking shirt, she felt a thrill run through her body.

  Instead of pulling away, though, Kenneth turned to her. "So Ashley," he began, “tell me about your husband. Do you think he's right for this organization, long-term?"

  What did he mean by that? she wondered. Was he suggesting that Mike was not a good fit for the company? She knew she had to tread lightly here.

  "I do," she said. "He's very motivated, and I know he works hard. He's been very pleased with all the responsibility he's been given in such a short time with the company." Mike had made manager in less than a year at the company.

  But Kenneth frowned. "Yes, it doesn't seem that he's been here very long relative to others in his position," he said. Kenneth was standing unnaturally close to her, and Ashley fought the urge to lean in to smell his cologne. It was subtle but enticing. Like everything else about him, she guessed it was expensive.

  "So you think he brings…valuable skills to the table? You think he's planning on continuing with us for a while?"

  "Yes, absolutely," Ashley said, suddenly scared. Was the CEO looking to make cuts? She didn't know what they would do if Mike were laid off. They had only recently bought their house, and there was no way they could afford a mortgage if he had to spend time looking for a new job. Was that what Mike had been hinting at when he said the CEO was here to find ways for the company to be more efficient?

  Ashley stood up. "Maybe I should just wait for Mike out in the lobby," she said, rounding the desk.

  "No need," Kenneth said. His tone was firm, and something about it stopped Ashley in her tracks.

  "Ashley, I'll be blunt with you," Kenneth said. "I'm not entirely convinced that your husband is necessary here."

  Ashley was shocked. Despite the hints that he been throwing down, to hear him say outright that Mike’s job might be in jeopardy and that his worth at the company itself was being questioned was hard to hear.

  “Unless you can…persuade me otherwise,” he added.

  Persuade him? She was already trying to explain that she thought Mike was a valuable employee. What else did he want from her?

  Then she noticed his eyes drifting over her full breasts, lingering on the cleavage peaking out from the top of her tight shirt, and she realized what he meant. Without even meaning to, she automatically leaned over, resting her elbow on the desk between them, making her breasts more prominent, the valley between them deeper. Her tits were large, and in this shirt in particular, she knew they were especially pronounced.

  Kenneth watched her closely. His eyes lingered on her breasts, then slowly made their way back up to her face.

  "You seem like a dedicated wife," he said. "Willing to do anything that might help your husband. Anything that might get him out of a tricky situation."

  "Anything," Ashley said, running her tongue over her lips and staring him straight in the eye.

  Kenneth smiled. "When I walked in, it looked like your breasts were sore,” he said. "You were massaging them."

  “They’re a little sore," she admitted, and allowed her hands to trace down her body, over the mountain of her breasts and down her stomach.

  "Maybe you'd feel better if you took that bra off," he said, raising an eyebrow at her.

  Ashley glanced toward the door, wondering where Mike was and when he’d return. Part of her was terrified of getting caught in the act, though another part of her knew she was doing him a favor — and yet a third part wondered if he would enjoy seeing this.

  "I think you're right,
" Ashley said quietly, and unfastened her bra with her shirt still on, slipping the straps down first one shoulder and then the other, until she slid the molded fabric out from under her shirt. She glanced down at her chest and saw that her nipples were at attention. She saw Kenneth taking them in approvingly.

  Ashley leaned over onto her elbows again, letting him take a good, long look down her shirt. She wasn't sure if he could see her nipples or just the outline of them through the fabric, but she wanted to give him whatever he wanted. She wanted to be sure her husband could keep his job.

  A tiny part of her, she had to admit, was looking forward to what he had in store.

  "You stay right there," Kenneth said, and he came around the front of the desk now too to stand behind Ashley. His back was to the door, and she wondered if he even cared if Mike caught them. She wondered whether he did this often.

  "Let me massage them for you," he said to her now, and he pressed himself up against her from behind, wrapping his hands around her. One hand closed around her breast through the fabric of her shirt, squeezing and massaging it. He pinched her nipple, and she jumped. She could feel his cock pressing into her from behind, and she could tell that it was very hard — and very big.

  Her heart pounded. Was this really happening? Ashley moaned upon feeling the fingers on her breasts, even through the cloth, and Kenneth took it as a sign to plunge his hand through the neck of her shirt, touching her skin. He ran his fingers over her tits again, bare, and felt their firm curves. He grasped a nipple in the web of two fingers, squeezing it while also squeezing her whole breast with his hand at the same time. She moaned again. It felt so good.

  But where was Mike? Ashley couldn't believe he still hadn’t arrived. At just that moment, though, she heard the door open behind them. Her head whipped around, and her body instinctively tightened, fearful of getting caught. Kenneth looked back too, calmly.

  In the doorway was Mike, staring at them. "I… Oh — I'm sorry," he stammered. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment upon seeing Mike’s embarrassment, and she glanced up at Kenneth, who still looked calm and unworried. He simply stared at Mike expectantly.

  "I guess I'll…I'll wait out here." Mike backed out of the office and closed the door behind him.

  Really? Ashley thought. That was all? He would wait outside while his boss fucked his wife?

  Kenneth nodded once, smugly, as though this was as he had expected. Ashley wasn't sure what to think — she just knew that her pussy was getting wet, and someone was going to need to fill it soon.

  Then she saw Mike's outline appear behind the slightly open blinds.

  As she watched, he crouched down so that only the top of his head was visible, and he peeked through the window at what would have been around knee level. If she hadn't known he was there, she doubted she ever would have noticed him.

  Kenneth had already turned around the moment Mike left and begun playing with her breasts again. "Lean back over the desk," he demanded, and Ashley ripped her attention away from her husband and refocused on the situation at hand. She couldn't believe this man was so cavalier as to want to continue things with her after getting caught by her husband. She felt torn, not sure what to do.

  But she took Mike's lead. If he was willing to walk away and let the CEO do what he wanted, then she would do the same — she would let the man have his way. She would do it for Mike, for his job security. And she would do it just the tiniest bit for herself.

  She leaned back over the desk, ass up in the air, and Kenneth ground into her from behind. She felt the outline of his hard cock rub against her again, and she shoved her ass back into him as well.

  Kenneth reach down and pulled the tight shirt up her body then. Her breasts sprang free, and then he pulled it over her head, and she stood there, half naked before him. Ashley gave a quick little surreptitious glance toward her husband outside, and saw that he was still there watching them. She couldn't tell what expression was on his face.

  "Now," Kenneth said, and Ashley thought he was going to ask something else about Mike's job performance. Instead, he commanded, “Turn around.” She turned, and he tapped the desk, indicating that she should sit. Shoving a few piles of paper out of the way, she made room and sat on the edge of the desk, her legs dangling over the floor.

  Kenneth's eyes roamed over her body, taking in her naked breasts and tight stomach. Then he leaned his head down over her and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, then grabbed the other breast roughly in his hand.

  Holding onto the handful of it with a firm grip, he asked, “Does your husband do this to you?"

  "No," Ashley admitted. "Not usually."

  He reached up for her hand then and directed it roughly onto his cock. She felt the hard member through his pants. Definitely big, she thought again. She glanced over at Mike. Still there, still couldn't tell anything. The blinds were not open wide enough for her to see much of his face, but simply to see that he was there, watching. She wondered what he thought about his wife grabbing another man's cock in front of him.

  "Get it out," Kenneth instructed. Ashley unfastened the front of his pants and unzipped him. She pushed the slacks down, revealing blue silk boxers. They gapped at the front where his erect penis pushed them out, and she saw a hint of skin through the opening.

  Quickly, she pushed his boxers down, and his hard cock sprang free toward her. She almost gasped when she saw it. It was huge. She didn't know how she’d be able to fit something like that into her mouth, much less any other part of her. Yet when she saw it, that was all she wanted. She wanted it in her mouth and in her cunt, wanted it rubbed up and down her body. She wanted to taste it, to feel it.

  She glanced up at Kenneth's face, and he was smirking down at her. "You like that, don't you?" he asked.

  "Yes, I do," Ashley said breathily. "It's huge. It's beautiful."

  "Suck it."

  Ashley hesitated for a moment. Her husband was watching her. Could she really do this? Even after having cheated on him several times in the past few weeks, it felt wrong to betray her husband. Yet it also felt delightfully right — delightfully fun and naughty. But with him watching? It felt like a whole new level of naughty.

  Yet when she did lean in close to Kenneth, it gave her an extra thrill to know that he was watching. She tried to put on a show for him. Angling Kenneth's body so that she knew Mike could see, she leaned far over, doubling herself on the desk so that her face was at his hip level. She reached out the very tip of her tongue to the very tip of his cock. She felt a shock wave go through her body when she made contact with it, a thrill of recognition, of anticipation, then rolled her tongue around the soft tip in lolling circles. When she moved further down onto it, she felt as though she were trying to shove an entire ice cream cone down her throat. This was definitely the biggest cock she’d ever seen, much less sucked. It stretched her lips wide, made her gag, filled her mouth completely.

  Then Kenneth took control. He grabbed Ashley's hair by the back of her head. He held her still and then thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. While he fucked her face, she glanced over again at Mike, wondering what he was thinking upon seeing this man's enormous cock stretching out his young wife's mouth. Then Kenneth held her face in place with his cock all the way down her throat, held her there until she gasped for breath and pulled away, then held her there again, and again.

  "You like that, don't you?” he said, looking at her with a strange smile. "You're a slut for big, hard cock."

  Ashley nodded, unable to speak around the dick in her mouth. When he finally let her pull away, she gasped, “Yes, I am. I'm such a slut for cock." Could Mike hear them?

  He shoved her back up so that she was sitting upright on the desk again. Then he took his huge, slippery cock and rubbed it and slapped it up and down her tits. He lubricated them with her own saliva mixed with drops of his pre-cum, sliding up and down between her tits. She was both excited and nervous for what was to come next. She wasn't sure she could han
dle him. He was just so big.