by Lexi Archer
Her boss licked his lips. He looked like he wanted to be pissed off about being called out like that, but it was also pretty clear that he wasn’t the one calling the shots anymore and he knew it.
“So what does that mean?” he asked.
“Oh I think you know exactly what it means,” Cassie said with a smile as she stood there naked in all her glory between these men.
17
Clint
As she stood there between the two of them, her breasts pressing out, her body straining for the sex they were about to share, she really was a goddess in control. She wore a look that said that she knew she was the one calling the shots.
Again she turned and looked at the camera. Again she licked her lips. Again it was a message that was for me and me alone. Letting me know she knew I was watching, and she was going to go ahead with this.
So I watched. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to do anything to stop this beauty from doing whatever the hell she wanted with these men!
I couldn’t look away. She was so goddamn beautiful, and I loved watching her being a sexy little minx. It was like she was so powerful, so sexual, the way she took control of these two men. The way they were staring at her like she was the only woman in the world.
Their cocks stood out proud, yearning for her. Peter’s cock was a little bigger than her boss’s, but that didn’t matter. She was going to take both of them. She was going to be my own little personal porn star tonight, and I loved it!
I also wasn’t sure how Cassie was going to do this. It’s not like that cubicle was a very large space. I’d been to her office a couple of times, and I’d always fantasized about fucking my wife at her office. I also figured that was never going to happen, and it was adding a little bit of humiliation that seasoned the spice to this whole scenario that it was other men who were going to experience that for the first time.
She bent over the desk and turned to look up at the men behind her. Her ass and pussy were on display, and from the way they went wide-eyed as they zeroed in on that display they were loving what they were seeing.
“So what do you say, Peter?” she asked. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. No, he stepped forward and placed his cock at her entrance. It was a little difficult to see what was happening behind her, but that didn’t matter.
Because what I was getting treated to was so much better than anything happening behind her. No, she was looking right into the camera, so I got to watch my wife’s expression as another man’s cock pressed inside her for the first time since we’d been married.
She was cheating on me, but when you really got down to it, that wasn’t what she was doing at all. No, this was happening entirely within the bounds of our marriage. It was something we’d talked about, and we’d both decided we were okay with this. And when it came down to it, isn’t that the only thing that mattered?
She was fucking another man, sure. Technically she was cheating on me, and fuck she looked so beautiful as she stared at me with those “fuck me” eyes and I knew it was another man that was fucking her.
But it was also something she was doing because we’d agreed to it. That was the magic word. Consent.
Her mouth fell open and I figured he’d bottomed out inside her. I also heard Peter grunt, and that was all I needed to hear.
It was happening. My wife had been filled completely with his cock.
I wondered if he was bigger than me. If he was plumbing depths in my wife I’d never been able to explore before. She was always so tight, and I guess I’d worried she’d have trouble taking one of these guys.
Only from the way she was grinning I got the impression that wasn’t what was happening at all. No, she was clearly enjoying the fuck out of this, and I was enjoying the fuck out of watching her do it!
“So big,” she said, let it out as a little whine.
“What about me?” her boss asked.
“You need to wait your turn like a good boy,” she said.
I licked my lips and wondered where she was going with this. After all, she was the one who said they were both going to get a chance with her before this was all said and done. I’d been hoping she’d take both of them at the same time.
Her tits started to sway forward and back.
It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. I was watching her tits swaying because he was pumping into her from behind.
The thought of an unprotected cock plunging into my wife over and over had me getting a case of the shivers all over again. I fucking loved it, and I fucking hated it at the same time.
“Oh fuck baby,” Cassie said. “You like fucking me like that?”
“You know I like fucking you like that,” he shot back.
“Yeah,” she moaned. “That’s so fucking good. Fuck me just like that!”
“God I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long,” Peter said. “So fucking long!”
“You fuck so good,” she said. “So fucking good!”
Then she paused. It seemed like her tits had stopped swaying. Maybe for just a moment, but they’d still stopped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning and staring at him.
“Do I fuck you better than your husband?” he asked.
She bit her lip, and then turned to look at the camera. The meaning was clear. She was going to be playing along with this little bit of fantasy Peter was indulging in, but it wasn’t the truth. At least I thought that’s what she was going for with that look.
Only I didn’t give a fuck. No, honestly I fucking loved the idea that she was getting so into this that she’d start talking to him about how much better he was. I loved it!
“You’re so much better than my husband,” she gasped. “God this cock is so amazing. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to let you fuck me.”
“How long have you wanted to fuck me?” he asked.
Well then. This guy certainly seemed to be getting off on the whole “taking a married woman” thing. Which was a good thing for him since we were getting off on my wife being a married woman who was getting taken, after all.
“So long,” she said, her every word coming out in a gasp. “Fuck you fuck me so good!”
“You know I do,” he said.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she said, her voice coming out in a high-pitched gasp every time he bottomed out inside her. It was pretty easy to tell when he was bottoming out inside her. Her tits would thrust forward, and then move back again.
Unfortunately the moment was interrupted.
“What about me?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Her fucking boss again. I wanted to yell at him through the phone to shut the fuck up, but of course that wouldn’t be a good idea. Not to mention they couldn’t hear me anyway. I was pretty sure my wife had muted me when this all started, even if I hadn’t dared to make a peep the entire time.
“Hold your cock,” my wife said. “We’re going to have to be a little creative with how we do this.”
She pulled him over, and then it was happening. She was taking two men at the same time. She leaned over her chair, being careful as she positioned herself and looking just a little comical because she still had Peter behind her as she tried to take her boss’s cock, but she was pulling it off.
“There we go,” she said as her boss stood there with his cock pressing out towards her. He looked like he was really excited, and I thought I could see a hint of precome dripping from his cock.
“That’s what I like,” she said, staring up at him like the naughty little slut I knew she was.
She leaned forward over the chair, looking a little awkward because of the way she had to position herself, and then she opened her mouth and her boss pressed forward. He gathered her hair together, and then he was burying his cock deep in her throat.
I licked my lips as I stared at the situation playing out in front of me. I desperately wanted to jerk off, but didn�
��t dare.
I was operating on a hair trigger. If I touched my cock it would explode. I didn’t dare do anything but stare at the video.
It was enough to make me wish I’d thought to take a recording of this. Talk about hot. I could’ve had this to jerk off to for the rest of my life, but I guess I was going to have to rely on memory.
She held herself there for a moment, and it was perfect. And I realized I could at least take a screenshot of this moment. So I did.
It was a captivating sight. My wife leaning over her work chair. Leaning forward so a man’s cock was buried in her mouth with another man behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock buried deep inside her. They held themselves like that for a long moment.
I could imagine the men staring at one another in disbelief. Not quite daring to believe they were getting fucked and sucked by the office hottie, and yet there it was happening.
But it was a pause that didn’t last long. No, her boss was the first one to start working. I could only imagine that he’d been fantasizing about doing something like this with Cassie for a long fucking time. He was fucking her like it was the kind of thing he’d been jerking off thinking about for a while.
She’d mentioned he seemed to be giving her more attention ever since he divorced his wife.
Which also had me wondering how long it’d been since he’d been with a woman. I got the feeling his marriage had been pretty unhappy towards the end, and it was possible he had a deep reservoir of come in those balls he was ready to pump into my wife because he hadn’t been with a woman in a while.
I’m not sure why the thought of my wife being pumped full of other men’s come was such a naughty and delightful pleasure, but it was.
It wasn’t long before they settled into a rhythm where Cassie would backup onto Peter’s cock, and then a moment later she’d move forward and bury her boss’s cock in her mouth. It was silent aside from the sounds of their cocks sliding in and out. Aside from the occasional grunt or groan as they enjoyed feeling their cocks buried in her.
And through it all I could only stare. I never thought I’d see my wife doing something like this, and yet now that I was watching it was the single most captivating thing I’d ever seen my wife do!
At least it was right up there with some of the sexy stripteases she’d done, and all the other stuff we’d pulled over the years to keep our marriage interesting.
They very quickly moved to a faster and faster rhythm. Like they were in a race to see who could blow his load inside my wife fastest.
I stared in fascination, wondering if this was actually going to happen. Scarcely believing it wasn’t a dream. I was terrified I was going to wake up any moment now and realize it’d all been in my head after passing out after a few too many drinks or something.
Only that never happened. No, all I could do was stare and wish I was there with them. This was the kind of thing I would’ve really enjoyed watching in person. Maybe that was something we could do in the future, though, because there was no way I was making it down there in time tonight.
Not to mention they probably wouldn’t like it if I did show up.
On the screen things were getting more frantic. The pumping was starting to get more erratic. Peter was hunched over her from behind as he slammed his cock into her over and over. Her ass jiggled every time he slammed home inside her, her tits swaying back and forth with every thrust.
Her nipples were rock hard. They were pointing straight to the ground. I thought I could see a tear running down her face, maybe she was having some trouble with the blow job, but if the way she was moaning around her boss’s cock was anything to go on she was enjoying the fuck out of it as well. She definitely didn’t seem to be in any pain.
Not that I was worried about anything like that. No, Cassie was the kind of girl who’d call things off if she didn’t like it. The fact that she was still backing up on Peter’s cock while she sucked her boss cock with reckless abandon told me everything I needed to know about how much fun she was having.
Again and again they slammed into her. Over and over again they grunted and moaned. And I found myself chanting in my head. Begging them to fuck her harder and harder. To use my wife like a sex toy. To take her and use her for their pleasure.
Because my wife was the ultimate sex toy in that moment. She was letting two men take her and she was being such a wanton sex goddess.
Though finally they reached the point of no return. I moved the screen closer and closer to my face.
It wasn’t like a porn. It’s not like they pulled out and started blowing their load all over her face or her back. That would’ve been hot, but the way they both buried themselves as deep as they could go inside her as they let out one final sigh, almost in unison as they came together, was even hotter.
Meanwhile Cassie was screaming so loud that I had no doubt they would’ve been able to hear her in other parts of the office were it not for the fact that she had a cock buried in her mouth and there wasn’t supposed to be anyone in the office anyway.
A good thing, too, because she was she was being really loud. Loud enough that I worried someone might come to investigate. She’d told me the only people in the building after a certain hour were the cleaners, and even they didn’t come until later, but you never knew. What if some executive had decided to stay late? Would that mean they’d add a third person to what they were doing? Or would they all get fired?
That never ended up being a problem. No, they all finished, groaning as they release the tension at the same time, and then they were pulling back. Pulling away from my wife.
I watched for any sign of the come they’d just deposited inside my beloved, but I didn’t see anything. Which meant she’d swallowed all of it up top, and taken all of it in her pussy down below. Another man’s seed was working its way through her, and that sent another of many shivers that evening running through me.
I leaned back on the couch and sighed. God I loved the thought that there was another man’s seed deep inside my wife. I knew it was wrong that I was enjoying the thought of another man’s come buried in my wife, but I couldn’t help myself. This fantasy had firmly taken control.
I desperately wanted to come. I wanted to jerk off to everything I’d just seen, but I didn’t dare. Not yet. Not when I knew my wife would be home soon enough, and we’d be having a hell of a time then. No, I needed to practice self-control. I needed to…
Well I needed to come more than anything, but I wasn’t going to do it. Not yet. Not when she would be home soon enough and we would be having a hell of a time when she got here!
I so I sat and watched as they pulled away. Her boss suddenly looked a little weird. Like he’d realized exactly what he’d just done, and how much shit he could be in if anyone found out. Meanwhile Peter was looking at her like he’d had a great fucking time. He was staring at my wife with the kind of worshipful expression I would’ve expected from a guy who just got to bang the girl of his dreams.
It was too bad for him that the girl of his dreams also happened to be the girl of my dreams, and I’d put a ring on it long before he even knew she existed, let alone had a thought that he’d like to get his dick inside her.
“The two of you realize that we can’t say anything about this to anyone, right?” her boss said, looking nervous. “We could all get in a shitload of trouble if something like this got out.”
“Oh I’m sure nothing like this is going to get out, right?” Cassie asked, looking between the two of them like the cat who’d caught the canary. “I mean we wouldn’t want anyone to get into any trouble over this, right?”
“Right,” her boss said. “That would be bad.”
“Bad for you,” Peter said. “I’m not seeing a downside for me here!”
“We’re all going to keep this between us,” Cassie said, making it clear it was going to stay between them if he knew what was good for him.
The implied threat was crystal-clear. If they wanted a chance of having fu
n like this again then they’d keep quiet. Something told me Peter desperately wanted a repeat performance. That he wasn’t going to say jack shit to risk not fucking Cassie again.
“And if it turns out we can all be good adults about this, and keep our mouths shut, then maybe we’ll do something like this again,” she said.
I licked my lips. Maybe they’d get to do something like this again. It was the kind of thought that had me shaking. It was the kind of thought that had me thinking there was a chance I’d get a chance to watch the next time this happened.
I fucking loved the idea of getting to watch my wife do this.
I mean I’d already gotten to watch her fucking these men, but I wanted to watch this happening up close and personal in real time. And I loved the thought that she might be able to wrangle a situation where I got to see the fun happening.
I wasn’t holding my breath, but I could hope.
“Right,” she said, trying to get herself in order as they pulled up their pants and buttoned everything back up. “That was fun, boys, but I have to get home to my husband.”
“Your husband,” her boss said, seeming to realize there were even more wrinkles to the trouble he’d gotten himself into. He suddenly looked sick. Like he thought he was going to have to worry about an angry husband coming to their office and spilling the beans in a jealous rage.
“You don’t plan on telling your husband any of this, right?” he asked.
Cassie reached out to pat him on the cheek. It was actually kind of funny watching her take control of the scenario like this.
“Now why would I do something silly like that?” she asked, turning around and winking at the camera.
Then she reached down to grab her phone, and suddenly the live video feed disappeared. I’m sure the last thing she wanted was to make it obvious she’d been sending out video of what they were doing.
I sighed. I suppose that was the end of the show. For now. I was a little disappointed, but it’d been one hell of a show.
And now it was time to play the waiting game. I couldn’t wait for Cassie to get home, because we needed to go over everything that’d just happened!