My Wifes New Boss Ch 06

Part 5 Recap:

Brad locks me in the bedroom I was supposed to be sharing with Heather. The room features a television which is hooked up to a hidden camera set up in Nick's room. The screen is encased in plexiglass, so I am forced to watch everything unfold as Nick and Heather begin kissing passionately in each other's arms. They end up in bed together, and I am seeing a side of Heather I have never seen before.

But then, suddenly, Nick stopped. For Heather, it was like she had been asleep amidst the most wonderful dream, and then violently jostled back to wakefulness. It took her a moment to realize what had happened. He stopped. Why on Earth did he stop? She didn't

want

him to stop. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see what was happening, and instantly she knew.

And I knew, too.

There was Nick, crawling up her body on his hands and knees, a look of fanatical lust in his eyes, his throbbing cock hanging down like a mighty obelisk, the force of his arousal incredible to behold. Suddenly, Nick grabbed both of Heather's hands and pinned them forcefully above her head. Startled, her eyes met his, and I saw her strain against his grip - not to try and escape his grasp, mind you, but only to experience his strength and dominance. Her helplessness and submission seemed to push her over the edge. She became like an animal in heat, and she was now breathing more heavily than ever, rubbing her body against his and shamelessly lifting her hips even more frantically than before. I had never seen her this way - not even close. She seemed to be absolutely

desperate

for him to fuck her, and it was clear what was about to happen.

No, I thought to myself, as if she could hear my thoughts. Please. Don't do it. Don't let this happen. You could still put a stop to this. You could still make things right. I'll forgive you for what happened. I promise. I'll forgive you and we'll go home and it will all be okay. I will give you whatever you want. I will let you stay home and I will give you a baby and I will get a new job and buy you a house and I will love you and take care of you forever. Just please, don't let him do this. Don't do this with

him

.

But she did, without any hesitation, and I could see her face clearly through it all. She was still making eye contact with Nick, a look of pure love and longing and desire on her face, as he finally slid his rock-hard manhood into the wet, waiting warmth of her body. I could see her eyes bulge and her mouth open wide, gaping, as she experienced the unimaginable sensation of Nick filling her body up with his own, and I heard her let out a moan - a long, drawn-out moan that she simply couldn't contain, no matter how hard she might have tried. Nothing could have prepared Heather for the exquisite pleasure of feeling Nick enter her. For one thing, she had never been this aroused before, and she had never before experienced a man this well-endowed. Her body was wet and ready for him, opening for every inch of him as he pushed himself deep into her feminine depths. He paused for a few magical seconds - the most magical she had ever experienced in her life - after burying himself inside of her. And then nothing could have prepared Heather for the blissful intensity she experienced as he pulled back and slowly, gently, began to thrust.

Nick released her wrists and placed both hands to either side of her to steady himself as he began slowly pumping away at her body, and all the while, Heather moaned like I had never heard her moan before. She moaned with every single thrust, with every single drive of Nick's hips. There was simply no holding it back. She had never experienced sexual pleasure like this before. It was like the pleasure she was experiencing was creating so much inexorable pressure inside of her that it had to be vented, like steam escaping a tea kettle, and the only way it could be vented was through the moans and cries that continued to escape her.

The moaning - that was, perhaps, the worst part. Heather had never sounded that way for me. I had always wanted to be able to make her sound like this - to moan and cry out the way women do in movies and videos I've seen. I had always wanted it more than anything else in the world. For me, it would have been proof of her desire for me and her pleasure and satisfaction, and I had always wanted her to feel the same pleasure that she had always given me. Until now, I had believed what she had always told me - that women weren't like that in real life, and that she just wasn't capable of it - that she just wasn't that sexual of a person. But now the answer was painfully obvious - women

are

like that in real life, and so is Heather, and I am not man enough to bring it out of her, but Nick is.

Nick moved in close as he continued to thrust steadily and began kissing her again, and then Heather wrapped her arms and legs around him as if holding on for dear life. She was now running her hands up and down the entire length of his muscular body, feeling every inch of his manly bulkiness that she could reach. Heather simply couldn't stop - the feeling of this man's big, strong, powerful body as he made love to her was like nothing she had ever before imagined, as if she was drinking his strength, dominance, and masculinity, bringing her pleasure to new heights. At one point, she seemed to be especially enjoying the curved firmness of his bulging flexed bicep, and then her hand glided up his arm and down his shoulder and back, and I saw her reach for his muscular ass. This she squeezed, then slapped, then squeezed again, all as if she couldn't believe how good it felt against her hand, as he continued to kiss her.

But eventually the pleasure seemed to be too much for her, and she just couldn't concentrate on kissing him back anymore, and she was moaning pitifully into his mouth. Nick didn't mind. His mouth drifted away and he began nuzzling her cheek and kissing her neck and nibbling her ear and breathing in the scent of her hair, and Heather threw her head back and began crying out even louder than before.

After a while Nick moved back, taking in the sight of Heather's beautiful nude body before him, as her big naked breasts, now free of his body, began bouncing helplessly with every drive of his hips. He was fucking her faster and harder now, and her moaning only intensified. He was savoring the sight of her - her hair spread about the pillow; the expression of pure, unadulterated joy and ecstasy on her face; the flagrant bouncing of her breasts; her curved waist and flat tummy and cute little belly button; and her pussy, with its immaculately groomed pubic hair. He took particular pleasure in observing the placement of each of her adorable little freckles. It would take him a while to decide which one he liked the best - there were just so many to choose from. The one next to her navel, perhaps, or the one high up on her right thigh, or maybe the one on her left breast, just an inch or so above her areola. He had always noticed that one when she wore low-cut tops at the office with her cleavage on display, an enticing reminder of the magic that was hidden just below it, which he was now seeing in full.

For Nick, there was nothing better than this - knowing this body and all of its treasures had previously belonged to her husband, and now they belonged to him. That was the best thing about fucking a married woman - that, and knowing that she would never be the same again. She would forever be his, first and foremost. Nick knew that this experience was so unimaginably incredible for Heather that it would forever leave its mark on her - that she would never forget it, so long as she lives. He knew that, from this day forward, every sexual encounter she ever has with another man will pale in comparison to this one. It was like her mental circuitry was being reprogrammed. It would be he and he alone that would dominate her dreams and fantasies from this day forward - it would be

he

that she would secretly pine over in her waking hours; it would be

he

that she would yearn for in the dead of night.

Nick would occasionally feel a stab of guilt over this, especially for the women he had no intention of fucking again. He was fully cognizant of how he had given them an experience beyond anything they had ever before imagined. And, although they would never forget it, he knew they will forever long for that pleasure and fulfillment which they will never experience again - that they had gotten a taste of something that would forever be out of reach. But he would always push these thoughts away - at least they had been able to experience it once. That was a

gift

he had given them.

What made this experience even better for Nick, though, was knowing her husband was forced to watch it all unfold in the room next door. He had never forced a husband to witness his wife being conquered like this, and he found that he liked it - he liked it a

lot

. He would

definitely

need to do this again. Although he occasionally felt guilt for the married women he bedded, for how he knew they would forever ache for him, for how badly they wanted to be his forever and never could be, he never felt that kind of guilt for their inferior husbands. After all, it wasn't his fault he was born this way - as the apotheosis of the alpha male that women craved - and it wasn't his fault their husbands didn't come close to measuring up.

Nor did he make the rules. It wasn't his fault that women had evolved the way they did - that they were evolutionarily designed to lose interest in their husbands over time and to be drawn to men like him and hunger for them so desperately. It wasn't his fault that, no matter how good their husbands were to them or how happy their wives were or how restrained by loyalty and fidelity, so many of them would so eagerly betray them for the right man at the right time just as Heather had done. He was blameless in this - blameless in the fact that these women had such a relentless hunger that their husbands simply could not satisfy.

Nor did Nick feel guilty for me. If I really and truly loved Heather, then I should

want

her to be happy, and I should be

overjoyed

to see her experiencing such boundless satisfaction and pleasure, regardless of who was the source of it. That's the way Nick saw it. Heather was experiencing something beyond her wildest dreams, and he was giving me the chance to share it with her. He was also giving me the chance to see what she is capable of - to see a side of her I could never see on my own. This was a gift he was giving me, and if I didn't appreciate it, then that was on me.

It was also an opportunity to witness the extent of my failure - to see for myself what she had wanted and needed all along, which I had failed to be able to provide. And, the way Nick saw it, that was her husband's fault.

Nick fucked Heather like this for a couple of minutes more, sporadically manhandling her naked breasts. Occasionally, Heather would make eye contact with him and run her hand through his hair and pull him toward her to kiss her once again, though she could never concentrate on kissing him back for very long. I hated this more than anything. Then Nick paused for a second and lifted her legs into the air and rested them against his shoulders, exposing more of her most private areas to him, and then he began pounding her even harder and deeper than before, his pelvis coming into contact with hers. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she was now crying out uncontrollably with every drive of his eight-inch cock as he plunged into her deeper than she had ever had a man before, deeper than she ever thought possible. But it was like she couldn't have him deep enough - like she had an unbearable itch deep inside of her that only he could satisfy. He slowed down, allowing them both to savor it for a little while longer, and every thrust was heaven.

But eventually, from the mounting intensity of Heather's wailing, Nick could tell that she was close to cumming. There was simply no stopping it. Heather was dimly aware of it as well - that she was drawing ever closer to the edge, like she was being carried by the current of a swift-moving river approaching a waterfall, drifting ever closer to the precipice. It was such an unfamiliar thing, to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that she was about to orgasm. She could probably count on one hand how many times this had happened with her husband over the course of their marriage. For the longest time, she had thought she was incapable of it - like something in her was flawed or irreparably broken. But it wasn't. She just needed the right man to bring it out of her. And Nick was the epitome of that man.

Nick, of course, could always make a woman cum -- unless he was intentionally withholding it, that is. In fact, he could have had her cumming within the first two or three minutes, though he wanted to prolong this experience for her. He now knew she was close to the edge - he could always tell when a woman was close - and he was determined to make this experience even more intense for her, one that would complete her reprogramming. As Heather's moaning and writhing reached a fevered pitch, as she began arching her back and crying out even louder than before, he let her legs fall, and he leaned in close as he continued to thrust. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, he grabbed hold of her neck with startling intensity. He was practically choking her.

"Open your eyes," he commanded.

Heather had been on the very edge of her orgasm, but this sudden and unexpected development extended and delayed that climax by a few seconds. She forced her eyes open, half in compliance to his order and her eagerness to obey him, and half because she was so startled to feel his hand gripping her neck so forcefully. She instantly made eye contact with him as she continued to cry out, then Nick lowered his face until it was right up against hers, their noses touching, their eyes barely an inch away from each other, locked, gazing into each other's depths.

"I want to be staring into your eyes when you cum," Nick said in a supremely authoritative voice, tightening his grip on her neck.

"Oh, God," I heard Heather whimper. Her pleasure was somehow magnified by his domination over her and was about to reach its final, blissful crescendo. Not wanting to disobey him, only wanting to please him, she forced herself to keep her eyes open. And that's how she found herself staring into Nick's eyes as the most powerful orgasm of her life (up until that point anyway) crashed through her body like a tsunami.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!" she exclaimed as it began - as wave after wave of pure, heavenly pleasure began to erupt inside of her with astounding intensity. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cried out, like she had never cried out before, experiencing an orgasm of such magnitude that her brain could barely even process it - like it was almost too much for her to bear. Nick slowed down in just such a way as to prolong it as much as possible. And still their eyes were locked, and it was as if their hearts and bodies were one forever, their souls joined. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she screamed, again and again and again, shamelessly, obliviously, not caring who could hear her. Even if I had been there in the room with them, tied to a chair and gagged right in front of her, she wouldn't have been able to stop herself or contain it. She was aware of nothing beyond the unfathomable pleasure she was experiencing as she continued to stare into Nick's eyes. It was by far the most profoundly intimate experience of her life. If that had been the only time they had ever made love, it would have been the one sexual encounter she would have remembered above all others for the rest of her life. She had no way of knowing this at the time, of course, but there would be many,

many

more sexual encounters with Nick that would somehow even top this one.

And I was forced to watch it all unfold. It felt like it lasted an eternity. The only solace I had at the time was that it was all about to be over. Or so I thought. Unfortunately for me, Nick's fun had only just begun.

Heather's cries finally tapered off, though she continued to moan with every drive of Nick's cock as he continued to thrust. And still their eyes were locked. At last, Nick moved back and suddenly slid his cock out of her, and she found herself feeling dishearteningly empty momentarily. She looked down, clearly expecting to see him cum, looking forward to watching him shoot his hot, thick semen all over her body - proof of her desirability and his satisfaction and virility - but he didn't. Instead, he gazed at her for a moment, and then he did something else extremely unexpected: he forcefully flipped her over onto her stomach, as if her body weighed nothing, exposing her beautifully rounded nude butt to him. It was the first time he was seeing it, and he seemed to savor the sight for a few seconds, then he placed his hand on her back, and held her body down firmly against the bed.

"I'm just getting started," Nick said ominously, and then, to my deep dismay, he once again slid his massive cock inside of her, resulting in another long, drawn-out moan. "Let's see what you can take."

And then, Nick started fucking her all over again, except now he was doing it more savagely than ever as he held her down forcefully against the bed. He was driving into her steadily, hard and deep, but allowing a second or two to pass between each thrust, which would send ripples through the feminine softness of her butt and hips. Heather, meanwhile, was wailing and crying out once again, even more intensely and pathetically than before. She sounded like a wounded animal, and I saw her desperately gripping and biting and clawing at the bed sheets, like she was being tortured, but I knew it wasn't from pain but sheer almost unbearable pleasure.

At first, Nick placed his other hand on the back of Heather's head, forcefully shoving it against the bed, as if to underscore her helplessness and his domination over her. But then, he used it to take a handful of Heather's hair and wrapped it around his hand. Then he yanked, pulling her head back mercilessly as he continued to pound her from behind, eliciting a yelp. With his other hand, which he continued to use off and on to hold her down against the bed, he gave her ass a good, hard slap, eliciting another yelp.

And - dear God - the things he began to get her to say, and each time, he gave her ass another hard slap.

"Who's my sexy little bitch?"

"I am!"

SLAP.

"I want to hear you say it. Now, who's my sexy little bitch?"

"I'm your sexy little bitch!"

SLAP.

"Who's my dirty little fucktoy?"

"I am!"

SLAP.

"I

said

... I want to hear you say it."

"

I'm

your dirty little fucktoy!"

SLAP.

"Your pretty little pussy doesn't belong to your husband anymore, does it?"

"No!"

SLAP.

"Who does your pretty little pussy belong to?"

"You!"

SLAP.

"Say it."

"My pretty little pussy belongs to you!"

SLAP.

"Your pretty little pussy is mine forever, isn't it?"

"My pretty little pussy is yours forever!"

SLAP.

"Who's Daddy's naughty little girl?"

"I'm Daddy's naughty little girl!"

SLAP.

"Who's my slutty little princess?"

"I'm your slutty little princess!"

SLAP.

On and on it went - "Fuck me, Daddy"; "Punish me, Daddy"; "Make me your bitch"; "Make me your slave" - and all this from a woman who had always told me she wasn't into dirty talk.

All this time, I was starting to notice something. As tortuous and mortifying as all this was to witness, I couldn't help but find myself more and more aroused, my cock hard as a rock. There was no escaping it - it simply turned me on so

much

to see Heather like this. In fact, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. It was indescribable - seeing her be sexually dominated in such a way, happily treated like this, experiencing such boundless, unimaginable pleasure, so much so that it couldn't be contained. Of course, I would have wanted it to be

me

who was sexually dominating her in such a way and treating her like this, but apparently that wasn't possible, because I had never been able to inspire such behavior.