A fictional tale, like it or hate it, your choice. There are agreements and terms of employment in this story, they are not intended to stand scrutiny as accurate in any country, this is after all, purely a stream of thoughts from my addled brain, enjoy if possible.
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"Yeah, slut stick your tongue up my shithole again".
Not the nicest way to find out that your wife was cheating on you with the guy is both your and her boss. The whole sentence was the stuff of nightmares, but it was the last word that sealed the fact that our marriage was done. "Again".
We were less than 2 years into our marriage, a marriage with Diane that, before today, I'd thought was fantastic, oh well. I had been on my way to my boss´s office about a problem with an order We needed delivered yesterday to keep production going for an order for which dispatch was due next week.
On the shop floor, I made all the decisions but when it came to suppliers, the boss had the loud voice that was backed by the company cheque book.
My wife was one of the secretary pool and recently she´d been given increased responsibility and it appeared the boss was pleased with her work and she was hopeful she would be promoted to be his private secretary.
Seemed she was getting close to him alright. I heard him moan and then "that´s a good girl, get that tongue in as far as you can, rim my shithole you filthy little cunt". She loved to be treated like a slut, her hand was busy between her legs as she licked his asshole.
His office door was slightly open, so I set my phone to video and crept closer, I saw her on her knees using both hands to spread his ass cheeks and she was rimming that hole as it her life depended on it. "Yeah, taste my asshole" he urged her. I don't need to tell you she had never stuck her tongue up my asshole.
I was going to break his nose but first I was going to get my divorce evidence in order and have something over him, so I watched and videoed, bile rising in my stomach, hate building for both of them.
I was surprised how controlled I was, yes I was angry as fuck but I had already decided this wasn´t ending well for either of them, I had no interest in anything she may have to say as an excuse, I didn´t care if he was threatening both of our jobs, or even if he was blackmailing her that he´d tell me what a cheating slut she was.
Who cares? Right?
Damned right, how would I ever kiss the bitch knowing where her tongue had been? She was dead to me.
After taking 10 minutes of video, her tongue was still buried deep up his ass, yeah, 10 minutes with her tongue licking his shithole and I could see that in her excitement, she had dropped one hand from his ass cheeks and was fingering her cunt and from the sound of it she was loving every minute of it.
I was planning to ruin him and amongst my first thoughts was sending a video of this to his wife, a beautiful lady whose father was the CEO of the company. So, divorce for both of these cheating cunts was in their futures. Or at least that was what I thought.
Imagine my shock when just before I was about to burst in for a confrontation, the other door to his office open and in walked his wife, undoing her blouse as she walked.
"Oh fuck I want some of that hubby, is that little cunt good at rim jobs? My ass could do with a good rimjob, it´s still aching from the pounding you gave it with your massive cock this morning, I think it's still gaping and I know my panties are wet from your cum oozing out".
"She is so fucking hot, babe. The first time we did this I had to hold the back of her neck and force her face into my ass-crack, now the slut can't wait to spread my ass and tongue my shithole. Strip off and she can move between our assholes and rim us both. You love it don't you slut?" he said over his shoulder to Diane.
She didn't stop licking at all, not for a second and just made a loud groan, "mmmmmm".
Shit, all of a sudden things weren't quite as simple as I thought, if his wife was involved then ruining him with her father would not be so simple. He'd been known to fuck members of his staff amongst half the population of the town, so he was probably not going to get his panties in a bunch about it. Probably all I would achieve was being sacked myself & they may or may not keep their little ass-licking slut around as a playmate.
Fuck, I´d been seconds away from smashing my fist into Arnold Oliver's face, I had been looking forward to it, I wanted to hurt him badly, I'd wanted her to witness it, then for her to feel the devastation of me telling her not to come home.
Now what?
I thought I´d keep my powder dry for now so with my evidence safely recorded, I silently slipped away to rethink how I was going to approach this, pretty fucking disgusted not to be punching the shit out of him right now.
Later, I got the hell out of work as soon as I reasonably could, fuck the unfulfilled order. He might be pissed off I didn't sort it but two things, tomorrow is another day and secondly I hadn´t a single fuck to give about what he thought right now.
My strength was that I was his key employee, everything on the shop floor was my responsibility, I´d been there for 8 years, knew everything there was to know and because of his cut backs of other longer serving staff meant not anyone could take over my job without plenty of time and training. So I felt I had a very strong hand but right now I had no idea how I was going to play it.
There was only one thing to do, head to the bar, some of my best thinking was done with a glass of beer in my hand, it just became less reliable thinking after the sixth beer.
I normally went home with Diane and the car was in the staff car park, so I left it and went to the bar. An hour later I had a call from Diane, "are you still here John?" -- that´s me, John Hughes, soon to be ex-husband of Diane Hughes, the boss´s slut.
"No Diane, I´m in the bar, go home without me, I´ll be awhile so don't worry about dinner."
