My Wife Made Me The Company Cuckold

MY WIFE MADE ME THE COMPANY CUCKOLD

My name is Peter Morris, and this is my story. I don't quite know where I should begin. You see I've kept a kind of journal over the last few months in which I jotted down notes on things that've happened to me. I did so to make sense of the various predicaments I've found myself in.

I know this may not make sense, so let me give you some background on me and tell you my story.

My wife and I were married three years ago. Her name is Paula. She was more than the woman of my dreams; she was the goddess I never expected to be the lucky husband of. She was a virgin on our wedding night. I almost was one. I say almost since I had tried to fuck two other girls before wedding Paula.

One event was in high school and the other in college. Both attempts failed due to premature ejaculation. I penetrated both girls, even though both asked me if I ever got my small prick in them. They said they never felt it.

The day before we got engaged, I told Paula of my smallness and my failures at sex before. She said she loved me, and that size should not matter when two people love each other. We kissed passionately and she made me feel like the king of the mountain. I gave her a ring the very next day. Well anyway, Paula and I did make love on our wedding night, and it was very good, even if I did have to tongue her to orgasm several times and eat my jism in the process.

As I said, she was a virgin, but the sexual experience must've awakened the tiger in her. I was amazed how tightly she held my face to her beautiful bushy cunt for so long. I never thought she would be multi-orgasmic.

She had gone on the pill several weeks before the wedding so I was able to enjoy riding her bareback. The next morning, we cuddled tightly in the afterglow of our first night together. She complimented me on how good I was with my mouth. She tried to avoid saying so, but I knew she was not impressed with my small cock and my inability to use it that well either.

She did however apologize for making me eat my jism out of her, as she held my head to her crotch and urged me on as I tongued her from one orgasm to another.

"It was so good honey, I just couldn't stop. I've never had my pussy sucked before. You're such a good sucker too." She said with glee on her face as she placed a wet kiss on my lips. "I hope you didn't mind eating your stuff for me. I know you love me to do that - and I-I know it sounds wicked, but I like the idea of you sucking your stuff out while getting me off.

Would you promise me you'll keep on showing me you love me by doing that?"

I couldn't help but promise her. She looked so beautiful as she talked. I would've promised her anything at that moment.

For the rest of the honeymoon and as part of our normal lovemaking, I used my mouth on her far more than my prick. Needless to say, I got used to the taste of my cum and was happy to be able to please this beautiful creature by doing so.

It was a year after we got married that Paula decided to seek a better job with better pay than the Local library could offer. She liked being a librarian's assistant, but we did need to have more money coming in if we were going to buy a house in four years.

She found a job as an administrative assistant at a small local firm that was a wholesale office supplies distributor. She liked the job, and the starting salary was much better than the library.

A month after she started, I noticed subtle changes in her and our relationship. She started buying and wearing more expensive clothing and jewelry. I knew she was a very efficient worker, but I never thought as an office assistant that she would have the opportunity to make bonuses like the salesmen did.

She started working later hours the first month, and the second month she even went in on the weekend and worked late into Saturday night. Some weeks she had to work seven days a week, twelve hours a day. Of course, this took its toll on our normal relationship and our sex life. She often was too tired for our normal sex, but she would hug me and jerk me off while doing so telling me how cute my little "dicky" was when it spurted.

I'd never heard her refer to my penis as a "dicky" before, but I didn't think much about it at the time. I was so joyful that she thought enough of me to provide for my sexual comfort while foregoing hers.

After three straight weeks of working 12-to-14-hour days, she was back on a more normal schedule, and our sex life was starting to return to normal, with a slight change.

You see, several times she would come in from work ready to have sex. Of course that was fine with me. I hadn't been in her in over a month. I was ready. I did notice that her pussy seemed hotter, juicier, and looser at those times. I didn't let that worry me. It was so good to get in there even if it wasn't as long as a minute sometimes.

It was so good to feel her warm heated wetness. As soon as I'd cum she was eager to guide my head to her very wet cunt, telling me how wet and drippy I'd made her. "It's all your fault I'm this wet and messy. So just use that wonderful tongue and lick me clean and lap me to heaven."

I'd never quite heard her talk so boldly like that before, but it did excite me, for I did miss eating out her lovely twat. As I placed my face on her juicy hairy snatch, I was amazed at how messy she was and how much come I'd shot off. Before I could observe more, she pulled my face right into her mucky crotch and demanded to be licked and sucked out.

I did as I was told. It was strange, but the smell and taste of her were much stronger and well, I guess the right word is "full-bodied" than before. After I got her off at least four times - she wouldn't let me turn my head loose until she was thoroughly satisfied.

I mention to her about the slightly different taste.

"Oh, that must be that edible pussy perfume lotion and bush conditioner all in one. One of the girls at work had me try some. It probably was the reason I was so hot for you darling. I squirted some of the creamy white stuff right in my slit before coming home to you. She said you'd like the taste."

I let her know it wasn't bad and urged her to buy some since she liked it and liked me eating it out. It did spice up her pussy.

CHAPTER 2: MY WIFE'S NEW JOB

Over the next few months, Paula was doing well at her new job. She seems to be getting one bonus after another.

We had a little tiff about the extra money she made. We quickly made up, but to my surprise, she got her own bank account and withheld some for her own management and the rest went into our joint account.

While things were going well at her job, they weren't for me. Our company was bought out and I was transferred to another department in the company as part of a reorganization. I'm an accountant and was working on a complex audit of another department in the company. I don't know if I made the mistake or what, but my new boss accused me of creating a problem that would've cost the company millions if he hadn't discovered it.

I know I was very tired when I did that report, but I didn't think I would've made that magnitude of an error. Anyway, he said he couldn't have anyone that incompetent around, so I was let go and he advised me not to send it back to the company for a referral. He had put a note in my personnel file that the company was not to send one out. Without a referral, I could never become an account with a brand name firm again. I was extremely despondent when I reached home. I broke the news to my wife.

"You'll find something darling. Until you do, then you'll be a house spouse." She said kissing me on the forehead.

In the weeks ahead, I looked and looked for a suitable job. It seemed that each one where it seemed like I was going to get it, it would fall through. Meanwhile, I became Paula's maid. Getting up to prepare her breakfast, ironing her blouses, and doing laundry. When our joint account was depleted, she began giving me an allowance from her account. That's when I noticed a change in her.

She became more dominant and authoritative. She no longer seemed to be concerned about my sexual pleasure when she came home all lathered with her new pussy lotion. Many times, she just wanted to be eaten out and wouldn't let me put it in. After she got her jollies, several times as usual, she'd cross her legs with a drink in her hand and have me jerk off as I sat beside her.

The last few times, she's had me kneel before her. "I don't know, I just felt like it, darling. I wanted to see you that way. It made me feel delighted. You do like me being happy don't you?" Was her reply when I finally got enough nerve to ask her one night why she wanted to make me grovel and kneel. She smiled but didn't answer.

CHAPTER 3: MY NEW JOB

"You mean it?"

"Yes, my boss would like to interview you. Now remember, it's very unusual for a husband and wife to work together in the office, but I went out on a limb to get you the interview."

I thanked my wife profusely.

We drove separately on the morning of the interview. To my surprise, all the managers and men were black and all the women were white. I was shown in to see the president, John.

"Impressive looking resume Peter, but why can't we get a referral from your old company when we called them?"

Even though I practiced what I was going to say, I was nervous before this well-built, broad-shoulder, and confident black man. I managed to stammer out the reason. By the time he questioned me further, I was sure I'd lost this job too. I was sweating profusely. Then all of a sudden, he smiled and offered me his hand.

"Welcome to our little firm, I'm sure we can fit you and your skills here, that is if you're willing to work hard and become a company man?"

"Oh yes sir, I will. Thank you so much, sir." I replied, not believing my ears that he was going to hire me. He introduced me around. Everyone was cordial, but there was something in the way they looked at me as they smiled, which made me concerned. One or two of the women even giggled a little after we walked away after meeting them.

I was impressed with Paula's office. She was the office administrator. I was a bit surprised at how she embraced John as he walked in. That look in her eyes was unforgettable. She then turned to me and put out her hand for me to shake.

Peter, welcome to the company. If you work hard, the company will reward you well."

I was dumbfounded. Did she forget I was her husband? But then it struck me. This was a put-on, to keep it all professional and everything since most places don't let husband and wife work in the same office. I shook her hand.

I felt better as she winked at me. However, I became slightly alarmed as John put his arm around her as he talked about my interview. What was more alarming was that she put her arm around his waist also. I was still a bit miffed and slightly put off at such a display as Joe ushered me back toward his office.

"Now Peter, Miss Jones here will give you a list of office rules. Since you are new here, many of them will apply just to you, you know being the new kid on the block and all."

His secretary handed me the envelope and John told me to take them home and read them over carefully. As he walked me to the door and out of earshot of other workers, he told me to bring some work clothes in addition to my dress suit, since I might have to do some dirty work in my new office and the room next to it. "You know to tidy them up from time to time."

That evening, Paula just explained away she and her boss's closeness as normal office camaraderie, and she teased me about being jealous. Then her attitude changed as she placed her hand on her chin as if deep in thought.

"It's funny you brought that up though honey. Do you think that he wants me to have sex with him because he hired you?"

"T-That could be it." I stammered as I sat down.

"We both know you need this job. Would you mind if I sexed him for you to have the job if it came to that?"

I tried to speak, and nothing came out. I've heard of situations where this happens to people.

"And you know what darling, he'd probably fire me too if I didn't come across. Then we both would be out of work. I think that answers that question. We have no choice. If he wants to fuck me, I have to do so for us."

I was speechless. Before I could consider the question, my beautiful, charming wife had come up with an answer unilaterally. By the time I regained my voice, she was thinking about something else.

"I just assumed your silence meant consent darling. It'll be emotionally hard on me to cheat on you, but since you'll be right there in the same office, it won't be that difficult for me to endure the shame of having to be the boss's slut if that's what John has in mind."

I had to sit down and absorb everything she was saying. My mind was spinning. She changed the subject.

"Did you read the office rules he gave you?"

"Yes." That was my reply. They were the typical things about being on time, lunch breaks, etc. I did question why I had to address everyone in the office as Mister or Misses and always say Sir or Ma'am to the managers.

"All the managers I saw were male, so at least I won't have to say ma'am." Then It hit me like a bolt of lightning. My wife was a manager; hence I'd have to address her that way also.

CHAPTER 4: MY FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

"Morning Peter!" Spoke with John the president of the company. "Come! Let me show you to your office."

As I followed him, I seemed to notice a discernible smirking grin on the face of his secretary Rita, and one of the other women in the office as we passed their desks. He led me toward the back of the office. "Here we are, Peter." He smiled as we came to the door that said MEN'S ROOM on the big brass plate on the door.

"Our office space is a bit short, so I decided to put you here for starters. Your office will have more space than even mine."

He said grinning and flashing all his teeth. I was dumbfounded. I tried to find words to speak. Before I could utter a word, he put one of his big hands on my shoulder and pushed me in before him. My feet just seem to follow. Just inside the door in the corner was a fully equipped office desk with my nameplate on it.

"See how much space you have?."

I gave him an incredulous look. I soon regained enough mental composure to speak to him. "Mr. B-Benson. S-Surely you are joking sir. I-I couldn't sit."

"You need this job don't you Peter?"

"W-Well y-yes sir. I-I do."

"Then this is where you'll sit!"

There was a sternness about his face. His tone of voice changed. It evoked terror in me for a moment.

"If you don't take this job, I'll see to it you never work in a professional job in this town ever again. Get used to this desk and your office."

"W-What?"

"And another thing Peter, there is something else you might as well get used to also. Put your attached case on your desk and follow me."

As if in a trance, I meekly followed him. My face was red with anger and frustration. He leads me to my wife's office. One of the walls of her modest walled office, which faces the main open office area has a large picture window that's about waist high from the floor and about four feet wide, with drawstring curtains. Today the curtains were open, and she could be seen at her desk. I followed him as John walked into her open office door.

"Morning sweetheart, just showed your husband his office and desk. He's still trying to get used to it, so I thought I'd come by and let him know what else he had to get accustomed to."

"You're so wicked John darling. Sit on the couch Peter honey. You should sit down while you watch."

I was shocked by the greeting they both gave each other. I was weak in the knees and welcomed sinking into the soft and very comfortable large leather couch. It was good I was sitting, what I saw next almost made me faint. She and Joe Benson met in a warm and passionate French kiss as their arms were wrapped tightly around each other. He had his hands all over her shapely ass as they embraced. The whole office could see them through the large wall window. I sat helpless and quiet. Too shocked to do and say a thing. I was truly paralyzed.

"That's a way to start the day off. See you, Paula, baby. I'll leave hubby here for you to tell him the score. Peter, I know you may be upset about all this, but I thought this was the best way for us to get off on the right foot. I hired you because your wife asked me to. But as you can guess, there's a price. You should be proud that you have a wife that's willing to do so much for you. We'll talk some more, but now I'm sure you two need to talk some. However, I want you to stop by my secretary's desk and pick up an assignment I have for you to work on. And Peter, your work hours will be a little longer than the rest of the staff. Stop by and see me at Five PM, just about when the other are leaving. I need to talk to you about some on-the-job training." Joe left us. My wife came over and sat on the luxurious couch beside me. "I'm sorry Peter Honey. But we thought this was the best way to let you know what the situation here at work is."

My wife helped my pale sweating hands as I sat there still not believing all I'd seen and witnessed. She hid nothing. I could only sit and listen. She reiterated that she loved me profusely.

She went on to tell me about the wonderful sex her black boss had been giving her. When it rains it pours. Her pussy lotion had been remnants of his jism. She let me know I'd been tasting his cum in her pussy.

"I tried to get you somewhat prepared for this by what I told you last night. That is, about him having power over us both since he's the boss. I did influence him with my pussy to get you the job. The only way he would do so is with you coming on board knowing the full truth about us. I had to agree with him that it would be wrong for you not to know, since you and I always had an honest open relationship. I felt I'd cheated and betrayed you by having this affair with him without your knowledge. One reason it was so easy is the wonderful way he fucks me. I don't mean to hurt you dear, but he's so much more of a man than you in bed. His cock is so much bigger too. I now know what it feels like to be a fully fucked woman, thanks to him."

As she spoke, it dawned on me that her office door was open and that the woman just outside her door and the people passing by could hear everything we talked about if they listened carefully. I felt sick. As I was about to remind her to close it, she continued talking before I could get a word in.

"I meant it when I said I still love you Peter darling. However, my love for you is slightly different than before. I see you more as a person I can confide in and more like a deep loving devoted friend, loving helpmate, and faithful husband, rather than the man in my life. John, on the other hand, will fill that role for me. Now, I must tell you that if you can't accept any of this, I won't fight you if you want a divorce."

Her bluntness again made me speechless. I thought for a moment. My head was spinning. "T-There is-is no other way?" I stammered.

"No darling there isn't. If I had to choose, I'm afraid it would be John or any of the managers I work with and the black guys John shares me with. I adore black dicks."

She said proudly. I looked out the open door and looked right into the eyes of the woman nearest the door. I knew she heard my wife's words. I finally asked her to close the door so we would have more privacy.

"We're a small office, Peter, just like family. It's okay if they hear what we say."

I wiped the perspiration off my forehead. It then dawned on me what Paula had said.

"Y-You said dicks?"

"Yes honey, with an "s". Yes, John has shared me with several of his friends and business partners, clients, and a few of the managers I love being a piece of ass for him and his friends. But darling, as much as I adore all the great sex, there's still the emotional side of me that needs what you have to offer. You're so sweet in your way, especially the great conversations we have and the great sex organ you have."