Cuckold Dilemma #4
Fucking The Boss
Carl had done much more than declare he was attracted to me at the last office mixer, but I didn’t want to upset my husband with the truth. He would probably beat the crap out of his boss if he knew.
Carl had slid in behind me at the buffet table during their mixer, pushing his steel cock in between my ass cheeks.
I rebuffed him with a wiggle of my hips and a sideways shuffle, smiling at my husband’s boss to avoid career suicide. I had always keenly supported Simon’s workplace politics, being a supportive wife at any corporate events he was forced to attend.
After some initial reluctance, my husband agreed to my proposed elevation in our cuckolding. On the day he would invite Carl to dinner, I straightened Simon’s tie at our front door, pleased by our increased interest in each other.
“There is some risk this could all go horribly wrong, Jess.”
“The only way that could happen is if he wasn’t a serial wife fucker, honey. Trust me, Carl wants to fuck your wife. My only concern is that he’ll want to humiliate you in the process… that I won’t allow.”