Big Brother Boss

Riley walked back home that afternoon with her boss' cum dripping between her legs. Despite the grade A fucking she had just received, it still made her unbelievably horny. It didn't help that she knew she would be unable to get laid by her husband that night, and that she'd have to wait until the next morning with Levi for satisfaction.

Despite the fact that she got home that night before her poor, overworked husband, she kept her slutty schoolgirl outfit on until her husband arrived. As he walked in through the door, he saw his wife in the living room in front of him with her arms outstretched and placed on the back of their sofa, bent over slightly, bare ass halfway revealed to him. She was no longer wearing the panties. Riley smiled innocently, "Welcome home, baby!"

Levi was already stiff with anticipation walking through the door, but within moments of doing so he was rock hard. Seeing his wife he smiled, knowingly, and immediately threw his briefcase on the floor and began to undress. "Fuck, you have no idea how horny I've been today, babe. I wasn't able to get a single thing done at the office."

"I bet baby, but I'm afraid I can't give you what you want tonight," Riley replied casually.

Dave already had his boxers off, his long, stiff cock in his hand, and walked over to his wife by the sofa. "Oh I think I'm about to take whatever I want from you, darling," he replied, lightly smacking her ass.

"That's your right, but I'm afraid I'll be out of a job if you do!" Riley warned.

That got Dave's attention, "What do you mean?"

"It happened. Just as you said it would. He's forbidden you from fucking any of my holes now, for the next two months."

"Fuck you, don't toy with me now," Dave growled.

"It's true baby. If you stick that dick in me now, we'll both be fucked, in more ways than one."

Anger rose in his throat, "How could he do this...you promised me he wouldn't!"

"And yet we both knew he would."

"I can't let him do this. I can't not fuck you tonight," Dave stammered through gritted teeth.

"Like I said, it's your choice, but when we're both homeless in three months you can bet your ass I'll divorcing you to go marry whichever rich Bay Area tech prick will take care of me."

"FUCK! You're serious!"

"Dead serious, love."

"Then...then why are you still fucking wearing this? Why would you torture me??"

"I would have to torture you regardless. I just thought you might prefer to hump my ass and cum on my face while I'm wearing this outfit. It's the most I can do for you, my husband."

"How are you so okay with this??"

"Because it's so naughty! Think about it: I'm no longer allowed to have sex with my husband. It's so hot to be able to say that. You'll be hopeless, undersexed, unbearably horny for me, while I'll still be getting all the dick I can handle!"

Dave's cock was frantically straining against his wife's glorious, bare ass; desperate for release, desperate to be inside of her. "God dammit, you're so cruel!"

"Mr. Cochran is the cruel one," she retorted, referring to him by his honorific in front of her husband for the first time. "I'm simply making the best of the situation! And I suggest you do too, and hump my ass!"

Dave ground his hips angrily into his wife's butt. "I can't do this. I can't just accept these scraps he throws me. He may prevent you from fucking me, but he can't make me hump your ass like some limp dick cuckold loser! Fuck! I—I don't need this!"

"You do baby! You know you do. Take the pleasure he has allowed me to give to you."

Dave began impulsively rocking his hips back and forth, pressing his cock firmly between her ass cheeks. "Ahhh fuck. I need to cum..."

"I know you do, baby, and your wife is gonna make you cum all over her face. I know how much you want to want to cover my pretty little face with cum, just like my boss does!"

Dave had lost all control, or concern for his self-respect. He was now dry humping his wife's ass wildly. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Tell me. Tell me how often that bastard paints my wife's beautiful face with his cum!"

"At least once a week, baby! I love it so much!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, that's so hot! Tell me how many times he's fucked this tight little asshole since I've been allowed to!"

"Dozens of times! It's so hot!! He's maybe cum more in my ass than you ever have!!"

"FUCK! I hate this asshole so much! YOU HEARING THIS, LEVI? FUCK YOU!"

"That's right baby! Take it all out on my poor, helpless ass!"

Dave slapped his wife's ass, harder than he ever had before. Riley yelped as she felt his blow land, she knew how pent up and frustrated he was, and it made her so fucking horny.

"Oh I'm such a bad girl! I'm going to be giving my asshole boss, a man I barely know, so much more pussy than my husband, the man I love! What's wrong with me??"

Dave could have asked himself the same question. He should have felt humiliated, he should have walked away from the start, but instead, her cruelty tipped him over the edge. He felt an unstoppable orgasm blooming inside of him, eager for release, totally unconcerned with his cuckolding.

"Oh god, Riley! Here I cum!" Dave spun his wife around by her hips and began to stroke his cock furiously. Riley fell to her knees in front of him.

"I love you so much, baby. Paint my face with your hot sperm!"

That was all it took. Dave shook and began to ejaculate thick globs of cum all over his wife's face. "AHHH YEAHH! There you go, baby! Unnngh!"

Riley let out tiny gasps of delight every time another one of her husband's ropes ended up on her face. She sounded so sweet, so innocent, so fucking sexy. Dave couldn't help but pump load after load on the vision of wholesome filthiness poised below him. She was his wife, but in this moment, she felt like someone else entirely, not just to him, but to herself.

"Ooooh yes, baby! It feels so good!" Riley cooed.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous covered in your husband's cum!" Dave exclaimed.

"Just the way I ought to be!" Riley giggled.

Dave loved her laugh, her easy smile. He loved his wife, and couldn't imagine for a minute leaving her, even if he were never able to have sex with her again. He gazed lovingly at her glossy visage.

"I love you, Riley."

Riley used a finger to scoop up some of her husband's cum dripping from the side of her face, and stuck it in her mouth, closing her eyes in ecstasy and moaning appreciatively. Dave's cock continued to throb pleasurably, though he was sadly out of cum to give her. Riley opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. It got him every time.

"I love you too."

***

It had only been a month, but Dave figured he must have been the horniest man in the city. He availed himself daily of his wife's offers to drain his balls in creative ways, but the returns seemed only to diminish with each passing week. He was halfway through his wife's boss' chastity order but felt like he wouldn't be able to make it even another week without exploding from overwhelming arousal. It didn't help whatsoever that while he sat at his desk for 8 hours a day and suffered in silence, he had to think constantly about the pleasure that Levi Cochran must have been receiving from his wife. With each document Dave edited, Levi was pumping another load in Riley's sweet, sweet pussy. Dave's work productivity suffered, and his boss was beginning to take notice.

It was simply an untenable situation for him, but it was about to change...

"Excuse me, Mr. Williams?"

Dave could only just hear the voice of a woman behind him through the ear pods he wore to listen to music at work. Dave took them out and spun around in his office chair to see a thin brunette woman leaning against his cubicle wall, smiling at him. He welcomed the unexpected distraction.

"Hi, yes! Call me Dave. I don't believe we've met—you are?"

"We haven't met," The woman simply affirmed, smiling. "Could you follow me?"

"Um, sure. Is...there something wrong?"

"I should think so!" The woman gestured with her head for Dave to follow her, so he did just that, suddenly concerned about what he was walking into. Was he getting fired? He knew his work had suffered, but he had been in good standing until just a few short weeks ago, there was no way he was on that short of leash. Was he in some sort of legal trouble? An IP violation? The woman looked the lawyer type—she was wore glasses and a cute but professional outfit, comprised of a gray knee length skirt, and a matching jacket over a white blouse. She was admittedly nothing special in the looks department, but in Dave's current state, she may as well have been a supermodel. He couldn't help but watch her hips sway as she led them briskly and confidently into a secluded conference room near the end of the hall.

As they entered, the woman asked Dave to take a seat.

"Can you let me know what this is about?" Dave asked, attempting to sound firm yet respectful. The woman simply smiled mischievously at him and bit her lip, as she turned to close the door behind them and pull the blinds shut.

"This is about your wife, Mr. Williams."

"Riley? Is she...okay?"

"Oh, she's more than okay. I think you know that well!" The woman replied, placing her hands on the table in front of Dave and bending over. "I'm more worried about

your

well-being, Mr. Williams. When was the last time you got laid?"

Dave balked, confounded by her question, "Excuse me??"

"Well you haven't fucked your wife in a month's time, have you had anyone on the side?" she winked.

"I...how did you...I have not!"

"Would you like to?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dave suddenly put the dots together. "Who...are you?"

"My name is Marla Cochran," She announced, as a look of realization washed over Dave's face. "You're familiar with my uncle, of course. I am his personal assistant, thus I'm quite familiar with your wife's work duties."

"Cochran...What do you want from me now??"

"Well haven't I made it obvious yet? I want your big, thick, married cock in my tight cunt!" Marla declared, waving her skirt clad ass seductively.

Dave's eyes widened, "What?? You mean...here??"

Marla laughed, "So you don't object!"

"Well, of course I object!" Dave sputtered. "I'm not going to cheat on my wife with her asshole boss' niece!"

"And why not?? It wouldn't even be cheating at this point. She has so thoroughly cuckolded you and broken your marriage vows at this point. It's a wonder a guy like you isn't already stepping out, you could pull just about any girl you wanted!"

"My wife hasn't broken any vows! She's only doing what she has to. She doesn't have a choice."

"That's as may be," Marla continued, "but do you really believe she's not enjoying it? I hear enough through Levi's office door to tell."

"She's a very good actor," Dave fronted. "How do you think she's gotten where she is?"

"Hon, I think that I, as a woman, can tell the difference between acting and a genuine, earth-shattering orgasm when I hear one," Marla smirked. "But you can keep telling yourself whatever you need to..."

"I've heard enough of this, I'm just gonna go." Dave stood up to take his leave, but Marla placed her hand gently on his chest and moved in close to him.

"There's no need for that, Mr. Williams," she replied warmly and gently. "I had no intention of antagonizing you, I only wanted to offer you the chance to get back at your wife and have some much needed release in the process."

Dave stopped in his tracks. He couldn't help it at this point—her touch, her warmth, her voice, all conspired to take advantage of his aching libido.

"And besides," Marla continued, looking over to the front of the conference room where they entered, "no one would ever have to know; the blinds are closed and these conference rooms are, naturally, soundproof.

Dave couldn't believe he was considering this. He had lingered but a moment too long and now his resolve was slipping. He needed this, he knew he did. Just a little bit of strange now could get him through the next four weeks.

Don't be an idiot

, he thought to himself,

just go home to your wife and fuck her tits again. Twice if you have to!

Dave had resolved to move once more, to push past Marla, but he was once again too late, as Marla had already slid her hand down his chest to the growing bulge in his pants and began to caress his cock through his pants. Dave moaned involuntarily and swore under his breath.

"If you think that feels good, just imagine how good my pussy is going to feel," Marla teased him. She continued to massage his cock as Dave closed his eyes and groaned. His hands reached for her hips and he began to run his hands up and down her side. Marla sighed lustily and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. She leaned forward and began to plant kisses on his bulging cock through the material of his khakis.

"Oh fuck..." Dave groaned once more. Even the indirect warmth on his cock felt incredible.

Marla began to take off his belt and slide his pants down to the floor. As Dave's stout, 7 inch cock sprang to life in front of her, her jaw dropped slightly and she smiled. Dave's cock was now fully exposed to a woman besides his wife, for the first time in over 5 years. The thought sent electric shocks of pleasure through his spine, and his cock twitched longingly for her warm, willing mouth.

If only it were my wife's mouth,

he thought regretfully to himself.

But it can't be. That's not MY fault...

Marla reached up to gently grasp Dave's cock, "Ohh it's so perfect! I simply love big, married cocks like this. I can't believe your wife has been neglecting this! It ought to be a crime!" Dave couldn't help but agree with her. "But then," Marla continued, "I guess it must be true what they say about how big my uncle is..."

Dave's heart sunk. Some part of him knew his wife had to be lying about her boss' size, but now the truth was laid thread bare. Levi had stolen and corrupted his loving wife with a superior cock. The years of Riley insisting that Dave had the perfect cock were meaningless now. Dave no longer had any interest at all in resisting the conniving homewrecker on her knees in front of him. He smirked at her, and palmed the back of her head as he guided her forward onto his cock. Marla smiled triumphantly and opened her mouth to accept his girth. She wasted no time at all in taking half of his cock in her mouth.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" Dave moaned, closing his eyes and relishing the feeling of his dick getting wet for the first time in a month. Maintaining his grip on the back on her head, Dave took the lead in guiding her mouth up and down his shaft, thrusting in and out slightly to match. Marla sucked hard, drawing incredible suction around his dick. Dave fully intended to make sure this opportunistic little slut took his full length down her throat, so as to realize just how big he really was.

Both of Marla's hands were planted firmly on Dave's thighs as she fervently worked his cock. She was determined to give the married man the blowjob of a lifetime. She quickened the pace, stroking the first 5 inches of his shaft as fast as she possibly could. Dave couldn't believe what he was watching: a complete stranger on her knees gobbling his cock as if her life depended on it. The lewd sounds coming from her hot, wet mouth drove him crazy.

"Jesus Christ, Marla! Suck that cock! Fuck! Swallow me whole, baby! If I'm gonna cheat on my wife, you had better make it worth it!" Dave increased the pressure on Marla's head, attempting to fully force his cock down her eager throat. Marla moaned around his cock and adjusted herself in an attempt to take the rest of his length. She stopped bobbing and instead held firm against the base of his cock, taking yet another inch of his cock into her mouth, and feeling his stiff shaft sliding down her throat. Marla held her breath and began to work her mouth back and forth against the last inch of his cock, in short, insistent pulses, until her lips finally bottomed out against Dave's crotch.

"Ahhhh! YES!" Dave exclaimed, delirious with pleasure. "That's so fucking good! Fuck!"

Dave held Marla firmly against his crotch, pumping slightly against her face, relishing the exquisite tightness of her mouth and throat. Marla began to gag, and instinctively attempted to pull back off of his cock, but Dave's firm, strong grip ensured she could not.

"Not just yet, sweetie! UNG! Sorry! It feels too good!!" Dave greedily took his overdue pleasure from Marla's throat. Any concern for her well-being was pushed far out of mind. Marla continued to gag in bursts and push against Dave's thighs, but it was no use. Her struggle only served to send his libido into overdrive. He felt a massive orgasm bubbling up in his loins, but wasn't ready for the pleasure to come to an end yet. He finally released his grip on her hair and allowed her to catch her breath. Marla coughed and sputtered, drool covering her lips, then looked up at Dave with a big, messy smile. She loved the way angry, sexually frustrated husbands used her.

"Get undressed and sit your sweet ass on the desk," Dave commanded.

"Yes sir." Marla did exactly as she was told, slipping out of her skirt, jacket, and panties. She hopped up on the desk and spread her legs wide for her married lover, exposing her soaking wet pussy. Dave gawked at her tantalizing sex as he slowly stepped towards her, grabbing her legs and positioning his rock hard cock at her fleshy entrance. They both looked down at their union as Dave leaned forward and slipped effortlessly inside of her.

"Ohh baby, yes!" Marla moaned encouragingly.

"Fuuuuuck!" Dave responded as he slid balls deep into her slick, sensuous pussy. The wet, velvety sensation around his shaft nearly caused him to blow his load then and there—it was the best thing he had felt in a month. Dave held firm, 7 inches deep into her quivering cunt, balls resting against her ass cheek, and gasped in pleasure

"Yes baby! Doesn't my slut pussy feel sooo good??"

"Oh god yes, I never would have guessed you were such a delightful little slut by looking at you!"

"I don't feel the need to broadcast it, unlike your whore wife, but I absolutely LOVE to fuck married men. Nothing makes me happier!"

"God damn that's so evil. I love it!"

"Fuck your dirty little secret, Mr. Williams!"

"Ahh! Give me a moment, baby, you're so snug!" Dave acclimated to the feeling of his first pussy in a month. He hadn't had to go more than a week or two without his wife's since they started dating 5 years ago. His cock was fully addicted, and desperate for any hole it could find. Dave felt his mounting orgasm subside as he began to gently rock back and forth inside of his wife's boss' niece, building a rhythm and confidence. His balls began to slap against her ass, and his conquest, impaled on his big dick, began to moan.

"Ohhh Dave! Have you ever fucked at work before??"

"Ugh, Fuck! No! Never!"

"Ohhh you've been missing out! It's so much fun!" Marla giggled.

"Fuck yeah it is! FUCK!" Dave was now fully pistoning in and out of Marla's taut little cunt. Their thighs and hips slapped loudly against each other every time he thrust forward.

"Oh god you're so hot, baby. So so hot! What is a stud like you doing in a dead-end job like this?? FUCK! OH GOD! Now I know you got that gorgeous little wife of yours to wear your ring! What a cock!!" Marla moaned huskily. With the mention of his wife, Dave was now absolutely plowing the demure office secretary. Suspecting that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, Marla began to rub her aching clit. It wouldn't be long until she too was cumming—her pussy was absolutely on fire. She arched her back and began to cry out, "FUCK ME HARDER BABY! MAKE ME CUM!"

Dave was past words, he could only grunt through gritted teeth as he lifted Marla's knees up even higher off the desk so as to increase his leverage and angle. He was pounding this woman as hard and fast as he possibly could now, there was absolutely no reason to hold back. He didn't worry for even a moment that the rest of the office might be able to hear their illicit fuck-fest. It never even crossed his mind to ask whether or not Marla was on any sort of birth control. He couldn't have possibly cared about any of that in the moment, he simply needed to empty his load into her.