My Wifes New Boss Ch 05

Part 4 Recap:

Nick reveals that Brad has developed a crush on me. Nick proceeds to humiliate and emasculate me right in front of Heather, and I have no choice but to allow it to happen. Nick ends up shocking us both by betting that he can take Heather to bed with him. If she doesn't, he will give us $100,000; if she does, Brad will take me to bed with him. Nick pulls out all the stops and finally convinces Heather to surrender to her desires, and she leaves with him.

I stood there for a moment, too shocked to move. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. She's going to come back, I thought. She's going to come back.

But she didn't come back.

Suddenly, Brad, who was still clutching my arm, began to forcefully lead me into the house after them. I didn't bother trying to break away from him - I knew I'd never be able to fight him off, especially considering the state of shock I was in - but I protested all the same.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice filled with outrage and panic. "Where are you taking me? Let go of me!"

We entered the house and there was no sign of Heather and Nick, but I saw that Nick's bedroom door was closed for the first time, and I had the crushing realization that they were in there. The reality of the situation was becoming more and more stark. My wife is in there, I thought. My wife is alone in there, with Nick, in his bedroom. My wife left me to go with

Nick

to his

bedroom

.

Brad continued to half lead, half shove me into my own bedroom - the bedroom that, until now, I was supposed to be sharing with Heather. It was incredible to believe that, until yesterday, I couldn't

wait

to be here in this room tonight. I thought I would be bringing Heather back here eventually and she was going to put on that sexy corset and the matching thong and thigh-high stockings, and I was going to take my time removing them from her body piece by piece as we had wildly enthusiastic, ovulation-fueled, anniversary-inspired vacation sex. The contrast between that happy scenario and the nightmare I found myself in was not lost to me - that it was now

Nick

who was poised to see her in that sexy corset, that it was now

Nick

who was poised to enjoy that wildly enthusiastic, ovulation-fueled vacation sex with her.

I continued to protest the whole time. "I don't know what you think is going to happen," I said, my voice filled with fright, "but I'm not doing anything with you."

Brad shoved me into the middle of the room, standing in the way of the door. I knew there would be no getting past him, so I didn't bother to try. He grabbed a remote control from on top of the dresser and I was bewildered to see him turn on the big-screen TV that was attached to the wall, secured behind plexiglass. He pressed a few buttons, then there it was. It took me a second to register what I was seeing - it was the live feed from a hidden camera that must have been set up in the bedroom next door. And I could clearly see Heather and Nick, in the center of the room, at the foot of Nick's bed. And I was heartbroken to see that they were making out in each other's arms, Heather's head tilted up toward his, kissing passionately. I was seeing everything - I was seeing their lips and tongues dancing; I was seeing Nick's hands venturing up and down the length of her body above her cover-up, enjoying her wonderfully feminine shape; I was seeing Heather running her hands along the firm curvature of Nick's muscular arm and shoulder and back, as if she couldn't

believe

how good it felt and had to continue to experience it again and again and again. There was audio, too, so I could hear the smacking of their lips and their restless breathing and the gentle sound of their hands gliding along each other's bodies, all as if it was happening right here.

I just stood there for a few moments watching it unfold, in a state of shock and grief. Brad turned his back on me and began leaving the room. "And a bet's a bet," he said. "Whatever she does with Nick - you're going to do with me."

And with that, the door closed. Despite how obvious it was that I would find it locked, I rushed to the door to try to open it after waiting a moment to put some distance between me and my captor. It was then that I found that, on this side, the door was fitted with one of those kinds of locks that requires a code to open it. There would be no leaving without knowing the code, and the door seemed heavily built enough that there would be no forcing it open. The window, I thought. It was, after all, a one-story cottage. I rushed to the window and opened it, and then I looked down and saw that this wall was on the very back side of the house above the cliff, and beneath the window was a 30-foot drop at least, onto the jagged rocks at the water's edge. I knew I would break both legs and probably my back if I attempted to jump.

There was no escaping. I was trapped.

My attention returned to the TV screen. Nick was beginning to pull Heather's cover-up off of her, and I was mortified to see her lift her arms in full cooperation as he undressed her. He took it off of her slowly, as if he was unwrapping a Christmas present, revealing more and more of her pretty body, and let it fall to the ground beside her. Now, there was nothing covering her except her skimpy baby blue bikini, with so much of her beautiful, feminine body exposed and Nick's for the taking. And then Nick forcefully grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms again, as if he couldn't be apart from her for another second, and it was at that moment that I heard Heather giggle - the exact same giggle she used to give

me

when she was feeling flirty and I would pull her into my arms or pin her against the wall, when she would be so overcome by happiness and love that she just couldn't contain it. I had always loved that giggle, though I had experienced it less and less as time went on. And now, she was giggling that way for Nick. How could she be doing this?

As for Heather, there was no looking back - not yet, anyway. She had made her choice. She had given into her desires. Her subconscious mind, desperate as it was for Nick to fuck her and deposit his seed in her, wasn't going to allow anything to stand in its way, especially now that it was finally happening. The subconscious feminine mind, once again guided by millions of years of evolution, was very good at this kind of thing. The last thing on Heather's mind right now was her husband and what she had just done to him and the depth of her betrayal. That would come later. For now, the only one she was thinking about was Nick. She was utterly overcome by desire and lust, and she was aware of nothing but the unimaginable joy and ecstasy of surrendering herself over to him - of feeling her slender body pressed up against his large, muscular frame; and his hands on her, groping and enjoying her; and her own hands, gliding along his ripped upper body; and the deliciously warm and intimate wetness of his lips and tongue and mouth. They were making out again, just as passionately as before, and every now and then, Heather just couldn't contain herself and I would hear her giggle again.

Nick was running his hands up and down her greedily now - caressing and squeezing her curved waist, her smooth back, her slender arms, her soft thighs, all those parts of her I had cherished so much. And then, finally, his hands ventured down to her butt which he grabbed eagerly, drawing her even more tightly against him. It was so painful to see him touching her in such an intimate way like that, but even worse was the fact that she was happily allowing it to happen.

I didn't know it, but it was at this moment that Heather was aware of it for the first time - the rigid bulge of Nick's impatient arousal pressed against her body. She had to feel it. She simply

had

to. She didn't give it a second thought. It was like her hand was on autopilot, drawn to it. It glided up his arm and along his shoulder and then down his chest, feeling the masculine hairy firmness of his pectoral muscles, and then down his wonderfully chiseled abs, and then she felt it at last above his swim trunks, and I was anguished to see her begin to rub him there.

For Heather, he felt big -

really

big. And hard -

so

hard. Hard for her! The knowledge that she had inspired this in him and the way his body responded to her touch - the way his breathing changed and the sounds of satisfaction that began to escape him as she rubbed him like that - seemed to drive her absolutely wild. She was kissing him even more frantically than before, and she was utterly overcome with an insatiable need to take this part of him into her hand, into her mouth, into her body. She wanted more than anything in the world to please him, to pleasure him, to satisfy him, to

empty

him. The thought of leaving him unsatisfied was simply unthinkable. She had to feel it more. She just

had

to.

And then, even as I continued to hope beyond hope that Heather would stop and call this all off, I watched helplessly as she slowly reached her hand into Nick's swim trunks, and I was tortured to see that she was now fondling his naked erection underneath as they continued to kiss like lovers who hadn't seen each other in weeks.

I couldn't look away. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I just stood there, devastated and heartbroken. At some point I sought to turn the TV off, but that wasn't even possible without the remote. Even if I could, I don't know if I would have gone through with it. I could have turned away, but I just couldn't bring myself to. I don't know why. It was like I

had

to see it - I had to know, painful as it was. Plus there was no escaping the sounds of their love and passion and - worse of all - Heather's frequent giggles. I also continued to hope she would come to her senses and stop, and I waited for a sign -

any

sign - of regret or remorse or reluctance on her part. And so I just watched them making out in each other's arms, enjoying each other's bodies, as Heather continued to fondle Nick's manhood with her hand.

The only time Nick's mouth would pull away from Heather's was when his lips strayed to her elegant neck, setting off waves of delightfully potent tingles which she was clearly savoring. But inevitably, his mouth would be irresistibly drawn back to hers, as if it couldn't be away from it for very long, as if their tongues just had to be wrapped around and wrestling one another. And all the while, Heather's hand was in Nick's swim trunks. I suddenly thought about all of this in the context of Brad's pronouncement - that whatever Heather does with Nick, I'm going to have to do with him. Suddenly, the fact that they were making out as passionately as they were and what Heather was doing with her hand had entirely new and more dreadful implications. I shuddered, though it seemed impossible to believe I would be made to do such a vile, disgusting thing against my will.

After a minute, Nick began squeezing Heather's butt more forcefully than ever and lifted her off the ground, like she weighed nothing. Heather immediately pulled her hand out of his swim trunks and wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as he brought her to the bed. Their mouths barely broke away from each other as he carried her and set her down above the blankets. And then he was on top of her in an instant, and they were continuing their frenzied kissing.

After a moment, they ended up on their sides, their arms and legs tangled up with one another, feeling every inch of each other's bodies that they could reach. By now, it was like the floodgates of passion had been totally unleashed. Heather would run her hands up and down the length of Nick's back and along his muscular shoulders and arms, while Nick would run his hands along the smooth, soft skin of Heather's back, waist, hips, thighs, and butt. Her beautiful body, which I had come to know so well and love so much, which had known only my touch for the last five years, belonged to Nick now. And boy oh boy was he enjoying it. He was having fun with it, appreciating her perfectly shaped form, squeezing and manhandling every part of her that he wanted, his fingertips digging into the smooth feminine softness of her body, and she was eagerly letting him. As for Heather, she

loved

to feel his hands on her, enjoying and appreciating her the way he was. She wanted him to have it

all

.

Finally, Nick began to enjoy her breasts which were still contained within her bulging bikini top, but only briefly before his hand ventured to her back. And then he tugged at the string that secured it to her body and pulled it off of her and tossed it aside, letting it fall lazily to the side of the bed. And now she was topless, in nothing but her blue swimsuit bottom, and her big, beautiful breasts were completely exposed to him. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were more hardened than I had ever seen them, and it was obvious that it was a byproduct of her arousal. Nick cupped one of her naked breasts in his hand and began to squeeze it, appreciating its delightful softness. Then his mouth broke away from hers for a minute and drifted down her body, and he began enjoying her erect nipples with his mouth - hungrily sucking, kissing, and licking, as if he had been starving and suddenly served a delicious meal - first one, then the other. It was painfully obvious from Heather's breathing and the way her body responded how good this felt for her - there were more of those deliciously pleasurable tingles, like there was when he had been kissing her neck, but they were more potent now and radiating throughout her body and she was feeling them

especially

between her legs. But then, after Nick had satisfied this hunger for the time being, his mouth found hers once again.

Seeing Nick touching and enjoying my wife's naked breasts - such a private part of her that I had coveted so much - was even worse than seeing Heather reaching into his swim trunks, bad as that had been. I found myself constantly tormented by fierce jealousy. This whole time I kept thinking to myself: It's not too late to stop. Please, Heather. Tell him you can't do this. Tell him you have to stop.

But she didn't stop. She gave no indication whatsoever that she

intended

to stop. Instead, she was kissing him more and more frantically, and continuing to delight in the feeling of his muscular body, and they were both breathing hard and pushing against each other with their hips, their arousal and eagerness mounting to seemingly untenable levels, and Nick was continuing to grope her naked breasts. To my ever-deepening anguish, Nick began to slide down his swim trunks, and I saw Heather's hand slip underneath the waistband, and then she began eagerly helping him push them down as well, as if she was unable to wait any longer to release his naked cock.

And then I saw it, released at last as Nick pushed his swim trunks down his brawny, hairy legs and passed his feet. I was infinitely disheartened to witness the size of his penis - it's length and girth equally impressive and intimidating, especially in comparison to my own, as if to underscore my inferiority as a man. His was at least eight inches long and ridiculously thick, and there it was, hard as a rock and fully extended, throbbing in eager anticipation of Heather's attention. She immediately found it and wrapped her hand around it, though he was so big that her hand could barely encircle his shaft. She began to stroke him, and his ever-intensifying satisfaction only seemed to excite her more. I could also see Nick's huge testicles, which hung there like two giant orbs surrounded by the jungle of his pubic hair. Heather didn't ignore this part of him, either, and after a few seconds, she took them in her hand and began to gently fondle them and caress them with her fingertips, though these too were so big they could barely be contained by her hand. She started tending to

both

manly parts of him, alternating between the two as if trying to decide which she liked more.

Nick suddenly rolled over onto his back so that Heather was now on top of him as she continued to make out with him with frantic intensity, all the while massaging his mammoth erection and fondling his big, hairy balls. Then, unexpectedly, her mouth began to drift, and now, it was

Heather

who was kissing

Nick's

neck. Nick was responding with even more satisfaction and eagerness than before, savoring the pleasurable sensations I was pained to see

her

giving

him

. She did this for a minute, then her mouth continued to drift, this time down to his chest. She seemed to delight in the feeling of her soft lips pressed against the hairy firmness of Nick's pecs. She lingered for a few moments, kissing and licking his own nipples (something she had never done for me) and then - to my ever-intensifying dread - her lips and tongue were wandering farther and farther down his muscular body, enjoying his abs this time, and her final destination was increasingly more evident, as if she was irresistibly drawn to it.

Oh, no, I thought. No, no, no. Not that.

Please

not that. Heather's intentions seemed obvious, and Nick seemed to pick up on them too.

"Don't forget," Nick said suddenly amidst his restless breathing as she continued to kiss and lick her way down his manly body, the anticipation continuing to build. "Whatever you do with me, your husband has to do with Brad."

Heather paused, and I saw her make eye contact with him. I thought for a split second that Nick had done me a favor - that this blunt reminder might knock some sense into her. But then, a mischievous smile formed on her face, and I was devastated by what came next. "I don't care," she said playfully without missing a beat, her lips returning to his body, and farther and farther she went, down his abs, passed his navel, getting closer and closer to the throbbing center of his manhood.

My jaw dropped. Nothing could have prepared me for her ambivalence toward me or the starkness of her treachery. After everything we've shared, it was clear that, in this moment, I meant nothing to her. What became of me meant nothing to her. It was unthinkable to me that I would be expected to do such a thing to Brad - it was so difficult to contemplate that I still didn't believe things would go that far - but the fact that she had every reason to believe it

could

happen, all because of her, and the fact that she didn't care, didn't even lodge an objection, was the worst betrayal I had yet experienced.

At last, when her kisses had come to the outer edge of his pubic hair, Heather released Nick's manhood from her grasp and repositioned herself between his legs. She seemed to take a moment to appreciate what was, for her, the very pleasing sight of his naked, muscular body sprawled out in front of her, with his huge, perfectly shaped cock sticking straight up, twitching from excitement. God, he looks good naked, she thought to herself - she never

imagined

a man could look so good naked, or that she could be as enamored by a man's parts as she was with his. His penis was intimidatingly big, the biggest by far that she had ever encountered in her life, but that only seemed to make her want it even more.

She didn't get right to it, though. Instead, she seemed to decide to put on a show for him, as if she wanted to demonstrate for him what she was capable of - the extent to which she could worship his body. Subconsciously, she knew she had to measure up to every woman Nick had ever been with - and it was obvious that there would have been a

lot

, and some of them were probably

very

skilled at this kind of thing and pulled out all the stops. She was up to the task.