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I Fucking Hate My Boss
by A Romantic Fool (aromanticfool@gmx.com)

***

My boss stole everything from me. This is my tale of how 
he did it. (MF, cheating, wife, reluc, cuck)

***

I'm going to fucking kill him. My boss, I mean, Frank. 
He stole everything from me.

It's dark. I've taped off the dome light and just like a 
cop, have removed anything reflective from my truck. 
From more than a hundred feet away, I'm invisible. I 
rack my slide and make a .45 ACP round is chambered. My 
pistol grip shotgun is beside me on the seat, and my 
Louisville Slugger is nearby. I haven't decided which to 
use yet. These, or the box cutter in my pocket.

The lights in his house are still glowing. I've decided 
that I'm going to let him get to sleep. I want to see 
him shit himself in his bed when he understands what's 
going to happen.

I still recall vividly the first time he met my wife. It 
was five years ago. I'd just joined the company. He'd 
been there a couple years already, but we were peers. He 
was flash. Glam. Talked really big talk. Style, but no 
substance. Smart, but no work ethic. I kept my head down 
and did all the work. Made the company successful. I 
knew that karma would catch up with him.
 
My wife came to the office that day to bring me lunch, 
and somehow telepathically, he just happened to be 
loitering in the right place when she came in, looking 
like he owned the place in his expensive slacks and wing 
tip shoes. I should have seen it right there in her eye 
when he first took her hand, as if to shake it, but 
might as well have kissed it. She saw Austen's Mr. Darcy 
to her Elizabeth.

And in fact, her name *was* Elizabeth. She was a 
complete knockout. Tall and graceful, with wispy dark 
hair and pale crystal eyes. Thin to the world, her 
curves always made me drool, even after ten years of 
marriage--not that anyone would know, because she always 
had them covered and disguised by baggy clothes, long 
skirts, and high necks. But once we were married, she 
showed them to me. And fell in love with sex. But 
because of me! I taught her! I taught her how to relax 
and enjoy. How to have multiple orgasms. Sure, I mostly 
used my tongue and hands, because my cock isn't all that 
large, but I have always been devoted to her. 
*Worshipped* her. Made her the center of my life.

But when he took her hand, it was like a spark crossing 
an air gap. I didn't see it, or at least, didn't want to 
admit it. Nothing happened, of course--then. I brought 
her to a shaking orgasm three times that night. Her eyes 
were glazed over. I didn't know it at the time, but I'm 
sure she was thinking about him.

Frank was always boasting about his beautiful conquests. 
He's really slick: 6'2", with big hands, and a broad 
smile. His eyes are a powerful blue, and can see right 
through you. His hair is thick and wavy, and makes him 
look years younger than he is. 

My pate is thinning, and while I'm in good shape, I 
can't match his muscles, and -- as I saw one day while 
showering after a workout at the company gym -- his 
monstrous cock. He picks up his trophies everywhere: an 
affair at the office, a floozie from the bar, a 
Lufthansa flight attendant on layover, and even two 
different soccer moms from his son's team. He's 
divorced, of course, but brags that he fucks his ex-wife 
whenever he feels like it, since she still wants him 
back.

He told the story that he once dropped his kid off at 
his ex-wife's house and needed to take a piss, so he let 
himself in to "his" house. His ex was entertaining a 
male friend. It was clear, the guy was trying to get in 
her pants. And why not? His ex was a buxom blonde who 
dripped sex. She flushed with embarrassment when she saw 
Frank, and when he came out after the joy of a long, 
hard piss, the interloper was gone, the kid already in 
bed, and his wanton ex-wife waiting in the kitchen.

Without a word, he walked over and unbuttoned her snug 
blouse while he rubbed her pussy through her skirt. She 
was already shuddering in near-orgasm as he methodically 
removed the rest of her clothing. He then slapped her 
luscious ass, bent her over the counter, and plunged his 
cock into her sopping pussy. He hammered it all the way 
until he bottomed out. She came immediately at the 
feeling of his huge rod against her cervix. Her legs 
quivered and gave out, but his large hands pinned her 
firmly against the counter as he started his giant 
strokes. He plowed in and out, at an increasing pace, as 
her large breasts bounced on the granite surface. 

She was incoherent, and babbling about the size of his 
cock, and how she was still his bitch. Frank stayed cool 
and said nothing at all, while dominating the helpless 
woman who'd originally kicked him out, but then couldn't 
live without his deep fucking. He had no intention of 
making it last. After only a few minutes at this furious 
pace, he unloaded in her. Cupfuls of hot seed. 
Bucketfuls. He kept pounding for another minute, making 
sure to splash cum all over the kitchen, until he 
finally let her slide to the floor in a pool of semen. 
She was completely spent and sat there dazed as he 
presented her his still hard cock. 

Without having to be told, she cleaned him thoroughly 
with her mouth and tongue. He then jacked himself off to 
another orgasm and came all over her pretty face and 
breasts. She took a finger, and spooned as much of it as 
she could into her mouth, still murmuring that she was 
his whore. Frank zipped up his pants, and without a 
word, walked out of the house. He'd done what he needed 
to: empty his balls, but more importantly, had made sure 
she knew who owned her.

After telling the story, Frank had a smug grin that I 
longed to wipe off his face. "Your wife is quite a 
beauty," he said. "But the way she dresses... looks to 
me like she needs someone to fuck her silly." 

I objected, but he just laughed. 

"Just giving you shit, my man. Don't take it seriously." 

But I could see there was something there. I knew he was 
after my wife.

For some time, we'd been trying to have a baby. 
Elizabeth was on the verge of depression about it. Her 
biological clock was ticking like a hammer to a gong, as 
she reached her fertile mid-thirties. I could swear her 
breasts had gotten larger as her hormones raged. Her 
body, mind, and spirit longed for a child.

On advice of her doctor, we started abstaining, and then 
timing sex with her cycle to maximize the chances for 
conception. She'd lay on her back while I did everything 
I could to fill her with my seed, but so far it has been 
of no use.

And then we got the email that our boss was retiring. 
I'd been waiting for the old codger to get out of the 
way so I could get the promotion I so richly deserved. 
After all, I'd been making everything happen for years. 
It was going to make all the years of ass-kissing and 
long hours worth it to get that Vice President title, 
and especially to be able to lord over that bastard 
Frank. Oh, the shit work I was going to make him do!

I got the meeting request to meet with the CEO. I walked 
in right on time, confident of my new promotion. The CEO 
was in the corner office in the top floor of our 
building. I was looking forward to visits up her and 
rubbing shoulders with the big guys. His assistant let 
me in, and suddenly, I felt the largest mood swing of my 
life. It was like getting hit in the face with a 
sledgehammer. I'd been on top of the world, and now I 
was falling into the abyss. I could barely stay on my 
feet as I saw Frank buddied up with the CEO, sitting on 
the corner of his desk to greet me. He'd gotten *my* 
promotion. The position that I had killed myself over. 
Would be running the division that *I* had made 
successful. And I would have to work for the fucking 
asshole.

I remember nothing further about that meeting other than 
his grin, and the big bulge in his $300 slacks. He was 
erect and he might have well have taken out his big cock 
and made me blow him right there. I was humiliated and 
wandered out in a daze.

My wife was gentle and consoling, but wouldn't let me 
fuck her that night. We were in one of the abstinence 
periods while we waited for her to ovulate. She let me 
finger her to a soft orgasm, but then she drifted off to 
sleep. My cock wouldn't even get hard anyway after the 
defeat of the lifetime.

An epic party was planned for my retiring boss at a 
hotel downtown. It happened to coincide perfectly with 
when we thought Elizabeth would be ovulating, so we 
booked an expensive room together and planned to enjoy 
the evening and hopefully make a baby.

The day came, and I rushed home from work to pick up 
Elizabeth. I was stunned when I walked in the door. She 
was a dream in a designer dress that looked painted on 
her. She didn't need the push-up bra with her breasts 
engorged and swelling. She was showing more cleavage 
than I'd ever seen her show before. The dress climbed 
above her knees any time she moved. Her heels were 
exquisite and made her as tall as me. She beamed at my 
reaction, seeing her dressed like this. 

My cock was at full mast, and I moved to take her right 
there, but she stopped me, saying that she had things 
all put together, and that there would be plenty of time 
for it later on, giving me a little squeeze in the 
crotch.

All the way to the party, she was squirming in her seat 
and kept tugging at the dress to pull it down. It kept 
creeping up and exposing her creamy thighs. Dressing 
provocatively had gotten her really worked up. In the 
parking garage, she guided my fingers to her wet pussy. 
I fingered her to a silent orgasm, making her cheeks 
glow. Her eyes were dancing as we took the elevator up 
to the party. It made my chest swell in pride as she 
walked in on my arm. 

It was almost enough that night to make up for not 
having gotten the promotion. We checked in to the hotel, 
and took our things up to the room. She was so beautiful 
there, looking out over the city. I came up behind her, 
and pulled her dress up. She put her hands on the 
window, and I made her come twice to the view, her ass 
shaking to my hand's movements. 

I went to unzip, but she stopped me. "Let's save it for 
later," she said. "Just think how hot it will be after 
the party up in this beautiful room. Let's make our baby 
then." 

I reluctantly agreed, and we headed back down in the 
elevator.

The ballroom was crowded with employees. My lady wanted 
a drink, so we went first to the bar. As we greeted co-
workers, I saw the jealousy in their eyes as my wife was 
the belle of the ball. But I also thought I saw the 
jeering in their eyes at how I'd been bested in the Game 
of Thrones of corporate politics. And then the bad omen. 

"The boss has been looking for you," several people 
said. By boss, fortunately they meant the CEO. I 
eventually found him just after getting my wife a second 
cocktail. Somehow, Frank was nearby, and managed to take 
my wife's hand in greeting.

The CEO explained that we had a crisis at a customer's 
site in Shanghai, and that he needed me to travel there 
to supervise the mitigation plan. I responded that I'd 
be happy to book a flight in the morning. I managed to 
catch Frank's eye at just the moment the CEO told me 
that it was urgent and that a flight was already booked 
for me that night. Frank had a smirk on his face and 
hadn't yet let go of my wife's hand. She'd heard the 
CEO's request --demand, actually-- and came back to my 
side to meet the CEO and listen to his apology for 
taking me away. She was perfect and gracious, as always, 
though it was easy to see the disappointment in her 
eyes.

As I led her away, I was dejected. To catch the flight, 
I'd have to go straight to the airport with the things 
I'd packed for the night there. Elizabeth was brimming 
with loss. I could see how much this night out meant to 
her. We didn't go out that often, and she'd done so much 
to get ready for this night. She offered to come home 
with me. We could come to the hotel another time. But 
the room was paid for, the party was ongoing, and an 
aging band, who had once been one of her favorites, was 
coming play later in the evening. I couldn't take her 
away from this. I just couldn't bear to make her 
unhappy.

I gave her the room key, kissed her tenderly, and took 
the elevator down to the parking garage. Leaving her 
there would be the worst mistake of my life.

I texted her from the airline lounge. She said she was 
having fun and that I should get home from China as soon 
as I could so we could get back to making that baby. She 
said the band would be starting soon, and that my co-
workers were making sure she was taken care of. I got on 
the plane without knowing until later that by "co-
workers," she meant Frank.

The second she'd come back in alone, he'd been there. 
Suave, understanding, and apologetic about my having to 
leave, he vowed to make sure she had a good evening. She 
fell for it, of course. He was engaging to talk to and 
she didn't have to stoop as he towered above her 
confidently, even in her heels. He whirled her around, 
introducing her to everyone. He even managed to get her 
backstage to meet the band before they went on.

She was feeling warm and tingly as the lights went down. 
It was then that she texted me before I left. The band 
was just starting, and the ballroom dark and sparkly 
with the band's light show. Frank was never far from her 
elbow, expertly helping guide her in her unfamiliar 
heels, and making sure her drink was refreshed. He was a 
master at the art of seduction, and was turning it on 
full-bore on my helpless wife.

The band played well, and brought back romantic memories 
to Elizabeth. She swayed and sang. "Vulnerable" Frank 
sang along with her, and made sure to touch her at just 
the right times--not offensively, but a brush here and a 
caress there. It was easy for her to time travel back, 
and be a schoolgirl for a night.

The band finished, and the dancing started. Frank 
offered and arm to take her to the dance floor. At first 
she demurred, saying it wouldn't be proper, but as the 
floor heated up and the music pounded, she couldn't 
resist. As he was so fond of doing, he took her by the 
hand and led her out into the writhing, drunken mass. 
Soon, she was gyrating with abandon. When a slower set 
came on, he boldly pulled her closer. She stayed 
chastely apart for awhile, but eventually let him move 
her in. 

His large hand on her back was comforting and strong. 
After a song or two, his hand drooped a little lower, 
and he guided her in briefly before swinging her away. 
He was a good dancer, and led her, reminding her of 
foregone days of a ballroom dancing class before she'd 
met me. In and out he led her, each time pulling her in 
closer and closer by the ass. She accidentally ground 
against him once, which set her pussy aflame as she felt 
the iron in his pants. 

She danced back away, flushed with drink, and with hot 
hormones. She needed her husband to come back and make 
her come again with his hands. But she was tipsy and 
losing control. She knew she had to get out of there.

When the next song finished, she thanked Frank for the 
wonderful evening, but said that she was tired and 
needed to call it a night. He graciously accepted, and 
complimented her for the millionth time that night on 
how she looked. "Your husband is a lucky man," he said, 
in a not-so-clever cliché.

She was unsteady in her heels with all she'd had to 
drink, and he gallantly walked her to her room. He 
kissed her hand at the door as he left her, ever the 
perfect gentleman.

Safely in the room, she got out her phone. I could see 
later that she'd tried to text me, but the plane was 
somewhere over the north Pacific and I didn't get it 
until I landed, many hours later. "Missing you," she 
said. "The view is still beautiful, and I wanted to make 
a baby with you." She teared up. She wanted the baby so 
badly, and this night had been the perfect night to make 
one. The buzz was starting to wear off, and she felt 
alone and unsatisfied. She hadn't even taken her heels 
off when there was a knock at the door.

It was Frank, standing there with a bottle of champagne 
and glasses. "You missed George's sendoff toast," he 
said. And then he saw her tear-streaked face, and his 
skills kicked in. "What's wrong?" he cooed, and eased 
his way into the room. He sat put down the champagne and 
enveloped her in his arms. He was so warm and inviting, 
that she just stood there and wept for a minute. He sat 
her down on the bed, perched himself on the arm of the 
standard-issue hotel chair, and skillfully extracted the 
story of her longing for a baby and her unfulfilled 
maternal desires. It wasn't long before she was sobbing 
again. He casually went over and put an arm around her 
to comfort her anguish.

Soon, he was standing to go, and as she stood, he hugged 
her again, this time pulling her into him. She was at 
her most vulnerable when he put a finger under her chin, 
and told her again how beautiful she was, and how much 
she deserved to have that baby. He looked deeply into 
her pale eyes and kissed her. She was surprised, and 
pulled back. He apologized quickly, and moved as if to 
leave. He hugged her as if saying good bye, but 
lingered. He could feel her body reacting against his, 
nipples hardening against his chest, and her heat next 
to his monstrous cock.

He kissed her again. This time she didn't pull away. She 
didn't know what was happening. She'd never been 
unfaithful to her husband before, and wasn't going to 
now, but the kiss and contact felt so damn good. Her 
body was trembling. He sat her down on the bed, and 
kissed her deeply. His hands stroked her hair and her 
bare shoulders. She was on fire and was hungry for his 
expert kissing.

His light touch soon moved to the tops of her breasts. 
"You're so beautiful," he repeated. "The most beautiful 
woman in the world." The lights out the plate glass 
window were a blur to her. Her breasts were sensitive 
and burned at his touch as it moved lower and lower. His 
tongue was in her mouth and she sucked it and tongued 
him back. The blood was pumping loud in her eardrums, 
and she didn't notice that he had unzipped her dress in 
the back. His caresses at the top of her breasts forced 
the wispy fabric down, and now there was just her lacy 
bra between him and her nipples. 

During another powerful kiss, he expertly unhooked her 
bra. Her breasts now swung free. The cool air made her 
nipples even harder. He kept kissing her, kept stroking 
her hair, and only lightly touched her breasts. She 
needed more contact against her nipples. Was almost 
ready to beg for it. She pushed against him, trying to 
get some release. He managed to remove his shirt with 
only a brief break in kissing her. 

Her nipples burned as they met his bulky chest. He still 
hadn't touched them with his fingers yet when he laid 
her back on the bed, and finally kissed her breasts. 
They were on fire as he moved to suckle each breast, 
inflaming her and making her pussy cry out for 
attention.

He abruptly stopped his ministrations to her breasts and 
moved to her feet. She still had her heels on. He 
removed them carefully, and lifted her farther up on the 
bed. He gently caressed the outside of her legs, but 
then resumed his attention to her face, hair, and 
breasts. She knew she needed to stop this soon, but as 
long as she still had her dress mostly on, nothing 
really bad would happen.

The problem was that her body had different ideas. 

He started working her dress down over her hips as he 
caressed and sucked at her breasts. She rationalized 
that she didn't want her wet pussy ruining the expensive 
dress, so it was better that way. As long as she kept 
her panties on, she'd be safe.

He continued at her breasts, but also caressed her flat 
stomach and slim hips. She was proud of her work at the 
gym. All those hours spent in keeping her body toned. 
She wasn't sure her husband even appreciated it. He 
never said so, but this man who was so skillfully 
working her had already mentioned it a dozen times. 
They'd talked about workouts and now she felt his 
testosterone in action. He smelled so fucking good and 
she needed release so very badly. As long as he didn't 
fuck her, it would be OK.

His mouth moved lower and lower, and the itch in her 
loins was almost unbearable. She thought maybe he would 
use his mouth or hand on her to give her the release she 
so badly needed, but his hands and mouth refused to 
touch her there. Her hips bucked as he got close, but he 
always drifted away.

Her beautiful clingy panties were soon drenched with her 
juices. She couldn't help but put her own hand there. 
She had to have release. But he took both hands by the 
wrists, and held them above her head as he continued his 
assault on her breasts. He denied her the release she 
wanted. She could think of nothing else. Her pussy was 
on fire, but she couldn't come without a touch, no 
matter how badly she wanted to.

Eventually, he stood like he was going to leave. She 
felt a sharp pang of loss and whimpered aloud. Her hand 
went to her pussy, and she was about to touch herself, 
when he grasped her wrists again. She hadn't noticed, 
but now his pants were around his ankles. He slid back 
up her again, holding her hands above her head, but this 
time, his cock was free and up next to her pussy. 

She had no intention of letting him fuck her, but there 
it was, only a thin piece of fabric separating his cock 
from the center of everything she needed. He kissed her 
again, but was still. Her hips moved and her pussy found 
the cock. Dear God, could it really be that large? She 
rubbed it against his cock, but he shifted and kept her 
from reaching it. She cried out in frustration. "I need 
this!" she said.

"No," he said. "Not like that."

He again suckled on her breasts and caressed her 
everywhere except where she wanted him to. Every time 
she tried to touch her pussy, he stopped her and kissed 
her deeply. A bit at a time, he worked her panties over 
her hips until he could see her gorgeous, shaved pussy. 
She knew she couldn't let him fuck her as this was her 
most fertile time, but had to feel that cock rub against 
her outer lips. She needed it so badly.

Soon the panties were discarded and she was completely 
bare. Wanton with lust, she again tried to lift her hips 
to rub against his cock, but again, he shifted away. He 
kissed her, and then put his knees for the first time 
inside her knees. She opened her hips just enough. He 
let her hips rise, as if to rub against his cock, but he 
slid down, and quickly flicked his tongue on her 
clitoris. 

She felt the start of an orgasm building, but he only 
did the single flick. It wasn't enough. He was soon back 
up with his cock in place. She strained against him to 
rub against it, and this time, he placed its mushroom 
head at her opening, denying it to her clitoris. As she 
pushed harder, trying to rub, he simply pushed inside 
her.

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought. This wasn't 
supposed to happen. He was supposed to just make her 
come like her husband so often did! But the feel of that 
giant cockhead inside her felt better than anything ever 
had before. He just held it there, and fertile or not, 
she needed more and she opened her legs to him and 
pushed a couple more inches of him inside her. "I won't 
come inside you," he whispered. "Now you can make 
yourself come."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She'd been expertly seduced by a 
master of the art. She knew it, but couldn't stop at 
this point. She wrapped her legs around his ass and 
forced him in deeper. She couldn't believe how full she 
felt. She couldn't see anything down there, but the 
thing was huge. He still wasn't moving. She bounced her 
tight ass on the bed and forced even more of him into 
her tight pussy.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "I need it so badly!"

"Are you sure?" he said. He knew, of course, that she 
needed it, but was going to make her say it. She needed 
to be completely dominated.

"Yes," she panted. "Get your ass moving!" But he stayed 
still, his only response being to flare his cockhead 
inside her. She wiggled and squirmed, her pussy flooded 
with juices as she moved beneath him. Her nipples burned 
against his chest as he kissed her again. Then finally, 
after an eternity, he raised himself on his hands and 
drove his huge cock into her. She gasped. The thing had 
to be a foot long. 

"Fuck me!" she wailed. She was normally silent during 
sex, but this wasn't just sex. This was something more. 
Something animal and ferocious. She'd never felt 
anything like this before. He moved in and out of her, 
filling her like she'd never been filled before. Her 
hips bucked, and she finally had that orgasm. It was a 
shivering, quaking thing that rocked her from head to 
toe.

She'd never had an orgasm before from a cock being 
inside her. Not once. But this giant rod being wielded 
by such an expert brought her a crashing orgasm like 
she'd never had before. She thrashed about the bed as 
the waves of pleasure washed over her. 

The big cock continued its assault as the orgasm 
subsided. Frank stood and lifted her feet and put them 
onto his shoulders. He pounded her while he watched her 
firm breasts shaking from side to side. Her eyes were 
closed and her face had a fierce expression. She moved 
her ass in time with his powerful strokes. Nearly his 
entire cock was inside her, his cockhead riding deep 
alongside the entrance to her womb. He was in full 
control. As tight as her pussy was, he could make it 
last as long as he wanted. 

But in spite of what he'd said, impregnation was the 
goal, and the time was nearly right. He saw her start to 
orgasm again, and as her pussy started to pulse again, 
he let loose with a roar and cannoned a spectacular 
amount of cum deep into her womb. She flailed about 
again on the bed as the massive orgasm shook her. He let 
he legs fall and laid atop her again, still thrusting as 
she came down from the orgasm high. 

Her legs locked around his and she lifted her hips off 
the bed over and over again. "Ungh, ungh, ungh, fuck 
meeee!" she cried as he kept pounding. Cum overflowed 
out of her pussy and all over the bed until finally she 
realized what had happened.

"You fucker!" she said. "You said you wouldn't come 
inside me!" He wasn't apologetic and said that he'd 
tried to pull out (bullshit, of course), and that she'd 
locked him in with her legs. And that she was such a 
slut that she wanted his cum inside her.

Covered in cum, she wept on the bed as he went in to 
take a shower. How could she let this happen? He was 
taking a long time, and she had to pee and clean up the 
mess, so she went into the bathroom, still teary, 
thinking she could do her business and get out before he 
got out of the shower. But before she could slip away, 
he stepped out of the shower.

The sight of his again-hard cock entranced her, and 
before she knew it, he had her in an embrace, kissing 
her deeply. It seemed impossible for her to resist. She 
grasped his cock and jacked it with her hand. She'd 
never known that anything could feel like this inside 
her.

He wasn't gentle with her this time, but bent her over 
the sink and fucked her savagely from behind. She looked 
up and saw their reflection in the mirror as he pounded 
away at her. The sight of his powerful arms holding her 
as he fucked away made another orgasm explode inside 
her. "Oh my god!" she cried, as she shook. 

He didn't last long, but soon filled her again. Then he 
carried her out to the bed, gave her a pillow to cradle, 
and tucked her in. "Sleep well," he said. "And keep the 
boys swimming inside you."

She cried herself to sleep in shame, both because of the 
animal fuck and because she actually *did* want to have 
his baby.

A few hours later, deep in the night, she felt the 
covers rustling next to her. She thought it was me, and 
said, "You're already back?"

"Yes, I am," Frank said. He'd taken the room key as he 
left, and now was back for more.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Elizabeth said, her shame 
overwhelming her. She had said "fuck" more this night 
than in the entire rest of her life combined, but 
something had changed in her. "Get out!" she said.

"I don't think that's really what you want," he said, 
and pulled her close. Her body gave her no choice. Her 
pussy flooded at the touch of his already naked cock. 
Her breasts were again on fire. She had to have that 
thing inside her again. He threw back the covers and 
pulled her on top of him, making her demonstrate the she 
wanted him and wasn't being forced.

She'd never had sex this way before, but knew exactly 
what to do. She lowered herself onto his glorious cock 
slowly. He groaned with the tightness, but she kept 
taking more until she had nearly all of it inside her. 
And then she started to move and grind. Back and forth, 
up and down. She rode him like a porn star. She had to 
feel every inch of him. She put her hands on his chest 
and bore down on him, while he lifted his hips. The 
feeling was indescribable, being filled with another 
man's huge cock, being probably impregnated by him. She 
rode with abandon, until she came, and came again.

He flipped her over and fucked her again missionary 
style and planted his seed again deep inside her and 
left.

Again, she sobbed at having been taken advantage of, and 
fell back asleep. She didn't awake until ten o'clock. 
She showered slowly and dressed in the jeans and lacy 
top she'd brought for the day. The designer dress was 
packed, and the room emptied. She was just about to 
leave with a sigh when there was a knock at the door. It 
was Frank, dressed in jeans and a pullover. He didn't 
say a word, but came directly in. He took the overnight 
bag away from her and set it down, and picked her up and 
carried her to the bed.

"Put me down!" she said. "We can't do this. It's wrong. 
I'm married!"

He said nothing, but threw the covers from the bed and 
kissed her deeply. His tongue probed, and met hers. It 
was tentative at first, but soon she was squirming 
beneath him. He handled her breasts, and for a change, 
stroked her pussy expertly, bringing her nearly to 
climax through the jeans. He helped her wiggle her hips 
out of them, and took off her top. He told her again how 
beautiful she was as he gazed at her, clad only in bra 
and panties. They also were soon off, and he continued 
rubbing her, but did not let her climax. Each time she 
got close, he'd stop and kiss her.

Frustrated, she helped him strip off his clothes. She 
tried to put his dick in her, but he stood and said no. 
He made her kneel in front of him and blow him. She 
wasn't very good at it at first, with his enormous 
girth, but she kept at it and soon he felt his load boil 
up. But instead of making her drink his cum, he stopped 
her and picked her up. She'd never been handled like 
this before as he lowered her stretched pussy onto his 
cock. Holding her up, he pounded into her. She wrapped 
her legs around his back as he repeatedly lifted and 
dropped her on his cock. 

Blowing such a huge cock had gotten her hot, and now 
being so open, with her legs around him and with gravity 
helping push his cock to her limits, blew her mind and 
she orgasmed as she rode him. He blew his load inside 
her one last time, and then set her back on the bed and 
made her lick him clean of their mingled juices. She was 
playing the slut and couldn't believe the change in her. 
Just twenty four hours earlier, she'd been a prim and 
proper wife, and now she was eating cum off a virtual 
stranger's cock.

The worst part was that she was enjoying it, and wasn't 
sure she was done.

He left her again alone on the bed and took off. She 
didn't see him again for some time.

I returned home from China, and fucked her as well as I 
was able to, but I couldn't feel much. Something was 
different. My tight wife was looser. And less 
interested. She still came when I rubbed her to it, but 
something was different. When we talked about it, she 
swore nothing was wrong, and really hoped we hadn't 
missed the window. But from the careful ovulation math 
we were always doing, I knew we had.

***

A couple months later, she started showing. I could tell 
she had been trying to hide it from me, but eventually 
she knew she had to tell me.

"I'm pregnant!" she said, with true excitement, but I 
could somehow feel the excitement didn't really include 
me.

I might never have known for sure, but of course, Frank 
couldn't let it be. Not content to lord over me with 
work assignments, he let slip that my wife was fantastic 
in bed. Fury boiled inside me, but I couldn't do 
anything about it at the office. Plus, hand to hand, I 
knew he'd kick my ass, and I'd be even more humiliated. 
He didn't admit just then that he'd fucked her, but I 
knew. And I started plotting.

I did catch them swapping text messages, which was 
enough confirmation for me. Classes at the range 
developed my skill with a variety of weapons. I kept 
them locked there at the range, so my cheating wife 
didn't know about them. How could she betray me after 
all I'd done for her?

Then the day came. My truck was ready. Weapons loaded. I 
was staked out waiting for the lights to go down.

The back door was easy to pick and I was inside in 
minutes. The bedroom was upstairs. I moved silently in 
my tactical boots. Even though the lights were off, I 
heard grunting and sounds of sex. Even better to catch 
him with one of his floozies.

I burst through the door only to find the floozie in 
question was my pregnant wife. He was pounding her 
doggie-style, her engorged breasts swinging freely as he 
slapped her ass. They froze as they saw me.

Oh fuck. Now what do I do?

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with 
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't 
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a 
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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