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Subject: CMoon Story - Cuckolded By My Boss
Date: 21 May 1997 22:28:48 GMT
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A CMoon Story

Don't read this story if you are under legal age.


CUCKOLDED BY MY BOSS


My boss nodded and I went to the bedroom where my wife was 
waiting. "Mr. Morton waits for you at your pleasure, mistress," I told
her, 
kneeling at her feet. 
	
She sat at her makeup table putting the last touches of lipstick on her
sexy, crimson lips.  Her eyes were glowing as she looked down at me.  
	
"Then you may put my shoes on me, Charles," she told me queenly, 
while lifting one high arched, nylon clad foot. 
	
Picking up one of her black, designer stiletto's, I used an elaborately
carved black rosewood shoehorn to lever it onto her slim foot. The
shoehorn had been a gift to me from her, my wife, a very fitting gift. I 
bent to place a kiss on the toe of her shoe and inhaled the musky scent of

fine kid. Madame wore only the finest footwear and it was my
responsibility to care for all of it. I slipped the other pump on her left
foot, again bending to place a kiss. 
	
My wife rose and stood in front of the mirror. "Oh Charles,"she said 
to me. "I am so ready tonight. Come feel my pussy."
	
I crawled over to her and, as I had been taught, pressed my nose
respectfully and gently to her pussy. She was indeed ready.
	
She stood before me in all her voluptuous glory, her body reflected in the
mirror. She had on a filmy, transparent wrap beneath which she wore a 
full-cut black basque with garters attached to her stocking tops. Her long

and luminous blonde hair flowed down her back. Her large, succulent 
breasts were barely covered by the lacy quarter-cup of her basque, which
pushed her breasts high, as if offering her nipples to her lover. There
was something about Madelene's breasts; they seemed to change when she was
sexually excited, to grow rounder and fuller, to blossom from her chest,
her brown nipples becoming stiff and jutting from her pink flesh. Before I
had been broken I used to tease her sometimes that she had tit erections
and she certainly had them now. 
	
"Madame is truly beautiful," I mumbled. "Madame truly looks ready to 
fuck."
	
"Yes," she answered, "I'm ready." I held the door for her and then crawled
dutifully behind her as we went to her lover, Madeline grasping the lead,
attached to my collar, pulling me along behind her. I was tremendously
excited, my cock straining to erect within the restrainer they made me
wear.
 
Mr Morton had not visited us for at least three months. Usually he came at
least once a month and sometimes he would even pay us weekly visits. Once
we had vacationed together for two weeks, he and my wife occupying the bed
while I, the servant, slept on the floor at their feet. But it had been a
long time. My boss had lately been out of the country on business, but
last night he had called, giving me his instruction as to how I was to
dress my wife and prepare her for him. It was he, of course, who had
designated the basque, stockings and high heels. Mr Morton, my master, had
always enjoyed my wife's breasts. He loved to fondle and kiss them and
would do so often, even in public. Madelene often told me how much she
enjoyed him doing this. "I love being his whore," she would say, sometimes
kissing my lips lightly or ruffling my hair.
	
When he had first met my wife, he had told me, it was Madelene's breasts
that had first attracted him. It had been at a New Year's party, Madelene
was a little tipsy and Mr Morton was the best looking man at the 
party. They had stared at each other the whole night and finally ended up 
in our host's bedroom, Madelene's cries as he fucked her for the first
time 
echoing down the hallway so that some of the guests glanced at each other 
and smirked behind their cocktail glasses. Of course there was nothing 
that I could do. My wife had long since brought me to heel as her servant 
and slave. My whole life was structured around my obedience to her. 
	
From that evening to this my boss had been my wife's lover and 
that fact had changed our lives. We had begun our married lives as a more 
or less normal couple. Then she had discovered my weakness for her
footwear and her feet. She had immediately reduced me to her servant,
gradually increasing her dominance until I was reduced to her slave.
Madelene and I now rarely made love, and always with me bound securely on
my back, Madelene having a free rein over me, fucking on top and fondling
her own body as she brought herself pleasure.  I had to await her
permission to come, and afterwards she would straddle my face, forcing me
to lick her clean. Our Mistress-slave relationship, which had started as a
secret then evolved into a game, had now transformed into a way of life.  

	
Madelene stood before her lover, her bare nipples jutting up towards him.
She said nothing as his eyes drank her in.
	
I stood beside her, bowed. "My wife is ready for you, master," I told 
him. This was usually how he wanted it, for me to present Madelene to him
like that. His eyes inspected her, running over her body as she stood, her
chin lifted, gazing deeply into his eyes. They both enjoyed this, I knew. 
Both were savoring this moment, as I was. I fell to my knees between them.
After a moment he reached out and drew her to him, running his hands
inside her thin wrap and over her black basque, across her breasts and her
stomach. He turned her and felt her ass, running his big hands over her
full cheeks, kneading and hefting them, then touching her thighs,
spreading them a little, forcing her to move her legs a little apart so
that he could explore freely. The basque was open on the bottom and his
randy hands found their way to her exposed pussy. A small moan escaped
Madelene's mouth when he parted the lips of her cunt and flicked his
middle finger over the tip of her clitoris. My wife's legs parted further
as his fingers went into her and explored the inner recesses of her pussy.
She threw her head back, her long blonde tresses rippling over her
shoulders and back.  When he withdrew his hand I saw that it was wet with
her flowing love juices. 
	
I was incredibly aroused. I don't think my penis had ever been harder. The
sight of my wife in another man's arms, her body fondled and explored,
aroused me as nothing else could. I remained docile, hands behind my neck,
as my wife wound my lead around the brass bedstead.  She then moved into
his arms and clung to him, her body responding to the caresses of his
hands. Their lips were glued together in a long, passionate kiss.
	
I watched as my wife unzipped my boss's fly, reached into his shorts and
drew out his erect penis. She wrapped her hand around its girth and
squeezed so that it leaped and twitched in her hand and his bull-like
member swelled into its hugeness like some great weapon, its head standing
proud and ready to fuck.
	 
Mr Morton had the largest prick by far that I had ever seen. The first
time I had seen it, I wondered if my Madelene could actually take it. 
	
Tearing her lips away from her lover's my wife turned to me, snapped her
fingers, and hissed: "Charles! Get down here and suck your master's cock.
Get him ready for me! Now!"
	
Please understand I am not a homosexual. I am a submissive male caught up
in a situation where I have no choice. I had sworn to give my mistress my
unconditional obedience. I had to obey her. So I crawled on my 
knees to the embracing couple. Looking at Mr Morton's penis I could hardly

blame Madelene for preferring this man to me. His penis was magnificent,
mine was puny.  His penis gave her great pleasure, whereas mine simply
made her laugh.  Madelene's hand grasped his penis once again. She looked
down at me, a predatory smile on her lovely face. "Dear husband," she
cooed at me and her hand caressed my forehead. "I want to see you do it."
Her hand continued its way against my cheek, insinuating. "I want you to
kiss my lover's dick." Then she grabbed a fistful of my hair and shook my
head. "Kiss my lover's cock, Charles. Do it!"
	
I obeyed. I bent my head and placed my lips on the head of his cock. I
kissed and a deep involuntary moan escaped my mouth as I did so. My boss
moaned at the same time and suddenly his hands were holding my head and he
was guiding my face up and down his manly shaft as I kissed and licked and
sucked. I was surprised at how hot his cock actually was. His flesh was
burning and my lips could feel the heat. I ran my tongue from the root of
his cock where it met his balls, up to the tip.  
	
I glanced up at my wife's face. She was obviously mesmerized at the sight
of her husband going down on her lover's cock. She sat on the wide couch,
fingering her open cunt. 
	
Charles, "she purred, "I think you should thank your master for allowing
you the privilege of preparing his cock for your wife." Red faced, I
mumbled 
my deepest thanks while she spread her legs, exposing her glistening wet
cunt. Sensuously she moved her hands down to her pussy and pulled the lips
apart, writhing toward him, her face a mask of lust. Seeing her like that,
he drew himself from my mouth and went to her. She lay back on the couch,
her legs opening wider for him. She was staring at his dick. It was hard
and wet from the sucking I had just given it. The knob on the end was
almost purple, engorged with the rushing blood of this stallion of a man. 
	
But he was in no hurry. Standing at the side of the bed, he slid his big
hands beneath my wife's shoulders and deftly slid her over to the edge of
the bed till he was standing between her legs. With her high heeled pumps
propped on either side of his head, he nudged the tip of his penis between
her pink lips, beginning to fuck her. On my knees beside them, I grasped
my own small, restrained cock and lightly began touching myself.
	
This was what I lived for now. This consummate moment when I 
could see this man take my wife. That I called him "master" was no game. 
He was my superior as much as my wife was my superior. I knew
instinctively that I belonged at their feet, their obedient and willing
slave. I felt the universe jog a little and suddenly felt that incredible
feeling of rightness. I was where I belonged. I was in my place. Then I
caught Madelene looking at me. As he ran his cock up and down the slim
lips of her pussy my wife beckoned me to come to her. I knew what she
wanted. We would kiss while the Count toyed with her, while he played
within the folds of her pussy lips, teasing her with that big, purple
knob, entering her a little then pulling out, then entering her again,
fucking her as a real man would, only a little at a time. While he did
this our lips met and we kissed. It was a kiss in which I delivered up my
soul to my wife while another man entered 
her, a kiss in which Madelene and I felt our love for each other as at no 
other time. 
	
As he slipped more and more of his long prick into the damp folds of her
vagina we continued to kiss. Then suddenly she pushed me away. "I want to
see you kiss your master's ass while he's coming into me," she whispered
in my ear. I moaned with the humility of it and moved away, going to my
knees again behind him. From that vantage point I watched for a moment as
he set himself strongly at the entrance to Madelene's cunt and then began
truly fucking her with long, slow thrusts until he was buried in her to
his balls. 
	
The three of us moaned in unison at the moment when his great ball 
sac crushed against my wife's bottom. It was an exquisite moment, one my 
wife and I had anticipated for the past three months. We would lay in bed,

and if I had been especially good that day perhaps I'd be between her
thighs, licking at her glorious pussy.  Madelene would lie back and enjoy
my attentions, idly talking about him and the various things he would 
do with her. Several times Madelene reached a climax when she spoke of 
the exquisite feeling of that moment when my boss would first sink his 
prick in her and fuck her deeper and deeper with that huge cock of his
until 
she could feel his hairy balls slamming against her butt. I loved hearing 
my wife tell me of her sensations as my master fucked her. But even more I

loved watching those sensations run across her lovely face while the real 
thing was happening. 
	
I moved my face up to his muscular ass and, spreading his cheeks, began
kissing. It was a trick to move my head in time with his stroking of my
wife. I kissed around his hole, moving closer and closer until finally I
planted my lips directly on his anus and kissed it again and again. I
kissed my master's asshole while he screwed my wife. I licked it, then I
sucked it. Finally I began running my tongue up and down the length of his
crack, licking his ass and occasionally placing small kisses on the anus
itself. The humility of my position was an excruciating torture. I was,
after all, kissing my wife's lover's asshole while he fucked my wife. 

At the same time I was incredibly excited. I felt the same raw abandonment
to my humiliation as when I was made to lick the filthy soles of my wife's
shoes. I groveled behind him as he fucked my beautiful Madelene. At that
moment I would have done anything that either of them told me to do.
Absolutely anything.
	
Suddenly I could see that he was going to come. This was a 
very short time, he could only have been inside her for a few minutes. 
Nevertheless I could feel that he was ready to ejaculate. I moved around 
so that I could put my lips against them both. That was how they had both 
instructed me to be at the moment of climax. He began fucking into 
her hard. My lips were partly against his shaft and partly on the lips of 
Madelene's cunt. My tongue slid over the meeting place of cock and cunt. 
The man began pounding against my wife, fucking her hard, thrusting his 
belly against my face now where I was licking and sucking them both. 
Madelene was moaning and crying out. Then she began sobbing, her breath 
coming in great long signs in time with the stroking of his huge dick. 
	
He let out a huge moan and set himself against Madelene so 
that he was in her right up to his balls. Then he began to shoot. He
pounded 
into her with each ejaculation, ramming like a cannon. And with each 
stroke his long dick came almost out of her, the head of his prick exposed

so that she was receiving the entire length of his enormous shaft just 
before each ejaculation. Madelene lay back swooning, coming, swept away 
in the great waves of lust and sex. He shot in her this way any number of 
times. When he was through he reached beneath her ass cheeks where the 
rivers of his ejaculation were already starting to pour, and, taking up a 
great gob of his own white come in his hand, began to smear it over my 
wife's face. He gave her his finger to suck for a moment and then dipped 
for more. He did this until Madelene's face was entirely covered with his 
come, the slick stuff spread across her face in an oozy web and running 
out the sides of her mouth.  
	
Then, after rubbing more of his ejaculate around in my wife's 
pussy hair, he moved aside. "A bit more for you to clean up, Charles," he 
muttered. 
	
Now I was allowed to enter her. He unlocked my restrainer, and my small
dick sprang immediately to its full 3 inches. I can hardly describe the
intensity of my feelings at this moment. I slid into Madelene's hot, wet
cunt, sliding my dick against her slick surfaces, so well lubricated by my
master's sperm.  
	
I took her lovely face in my two hands and began to kiss her, reverently
and worshipfully, for I was her slave-husband, her chattel, her servant. 
As I kissed her my boss fed more of his white come between our lips with
his fingers so that as I kissed my wife I sucked his seed into my mouth as
well. 
	
I began licking her face, coming back to her mouth again and again to 
drink from the well.  
	
Then I moved down to her pussy, the great running stream of her 
cunt, and began to lap and sip and finally drink. The amount of fluid the 
Count had deposited in my wife's sweet cunny was hardly to be believed. It

ran copiously from her, a running stream with occasional gobs oozing 
forth. I licked and sucked and swallowed until I had consumed it all and 
cleansed all of her cunt that I could reach. I sucked up the Count's come 
where it lay in my wife's pussy hair. I lapped up the trails of come that 
had leaked down her thighs and sucked it from the tops of her stockings. 
	
Of course the inside of my wife's womb was still coated with his strong
seed and would leak from her for hours yet, hours in which I would
continue to pleasure her with my lips and tongue.  I, of course, had been
locked back into my restrainer by my master, and would remain chaste until
he next decided to fuck my wife.  




THE END