Not a lot of sex in this one. I'd like to thank my proofreader MrsIntJ and editor Headitor. They worked hard to improve the quality of this story. We hope you enjoy it. As always, all comments are welcome.
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I was completely stunned. It was the shock like no other in my life. I now understood the phase - 'rocked to the core'.
I stood motionless, looking in the doorway of the office of my wife's boss. I stared at the body of my petite, red-haired wife. She was naked, bent over his desk taking his cock from behind. I was frozen just staring at the scene in front of me. The insanity of what I was witnessing made me unable to move or speak for what seemed like hours. In actuality, it was probably only seconds, but at that time, every second seemed like an hour.
"Oh, yes," my wife yelled. "You are going to make me cum again. You know I can never get enough of you."
Ken, my wife's boss, didn't say a thing. He was too busy thrusting and grunting.
It was a Thursday night, the night my wife always worked late. She had told me Thursday was their weekly after-hours planning meeting for the management team. It was supposed to be the entire management staff but when I arrived in the parking lot, I could tell the building was mostly empty. It was empty, except for those two. Two naked cheaters, fucking their brains out.
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This Thursday started like any other, except that morning I had noticed Becky's work badge on the counter. She must have rushed out and not clipped it to her purse as she normally did. I grabbed it thinking I could drop it off to her on my way to work, but I ran out of time and headed straight to work.
It was late that afternoon, and I was sitting at my desk thinking about what to do for dinner. I'd had a late-morning meeting with one of our industrial clients. I had shown them my plans for an innovative plow fastener, which they would use to gain easy access to their refrigerator units. They liked my idea and had placed an order for 10,000 pieces. I knew with my late lunch, I wouldn't be hungry until later in the evening. So, I decided to surprise Becky. I could take her out to a nice romantic dinner after her management meeting was over. Now, here I was standing in the doorway of her boss's office, my life coming apart. By all appearances, her day wasn't yet over, and our romantic dinner wasn't going to happen.
Like I said, I was in shock. In my wildest thoughts, I never considered my Rebecca would be doing what I was now witnessing. She was the most stable, reliable person I knew. Becky was a planner. Whether it was grocery shopping or a vacation, Becky planned her every move. She had outlined our "family plan" many times. She had even written it down, and it was tacked to our refrigerator. She would work for five years and build the foundation for her career. We would use most of her earnings to save for the new house. We were already looking in the Nicols Hills neighborhood, which had nice upscale housing and great schools.
She would tell me that after building a solid reputation in advertising campaign design, she could take some time off and then return to her career after the kids started primary school.
"Two kids," she would say. "We'll have two kids and I will stay at home until they are in school. Then I'll resume my career where I left off."
Becky was what I considered straight-laced, not just by me but all her friends and family. She wasn't flashy but she was reliable. Becky had a great body. I only found that out after we'd known each other for some time. When I first met her, I could kind of tell that her conservative clothes hid what appeared to be a nice body, but I didn't find out what was under those clothes for a while. When I did, it was amazing.
She's a redhead, with almost alabaster skin and a very tight body. Her medium-sized breasts are firm with pink, puffy nipples standing up high. Just to look at her body would almost drive me crazy. I was, as they say, not in her league, but she had chosen me, and I felt blessed.
Becky has always been conservative in both her political leanings and with our money. Squeaky clean, I would say, as she dragged me to church most Sundays. I had to admit I enjoyed our life and the plan Becky had us on.
I wasn't really a planner. I wanted to be a provider but wasn't sure how to make it all happen. Becky seemed to be my perfect fit, and I was more than happy to follow her lead when it came to our family's future.
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Although Becky was a straight arrow, she and I had a vigorous sex life. We weren't crazy in bed, but we explored new sexual topics and our conversations were uninhibited. We talked about and explored many fantasies, including mild bondage, so I didn't consider Becky conservative in the bedroom. I always thought we enjoyed our sexual selves. Sometimes we would make love and other times we would be more adventurous and fuck each other, especially after Becky would drink that Napa Valley chardonnay she loved so much. It never crossed my mind that I wasn't enough for her sexually. As I stood there that night, watching her boss fuck her from behind, I couldn't understand why she would need someone else. Why wasn't I enough?
As I said, my personality is more care-free, many of my friends would say I am more 'laid-back'. Maybe I'm self-centered, but I don't care about politics. Not one bit. I dislike both the left and right equally. And I was the antithesis of Becky when it came to money. We probably wouldn't have saved a lot of money if it wasn't for Becky's diligence. So, it seemed like we made the perfect pair.
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My job was as a lead engineer for a company that designed and supplied all types of fasteners for various manufacturers. It doesn't sound glamorous, but I found it challenging and rewarding. Our customers would come to us seeking solutions for fastening problems, and I would find just the right way to solve their problem.
Becky had a degree in marketing and originally had a hard time finding a job in Oklahoma City. Eventually, though, she found a position with a mid-size advertising firm that catered mainly to the local auto-dealers and other independent businesses. It was what she wanted and it paid really well; I was excited for her. She led a small team building ad campaigns. It was a step-up from the job she had previously in KC, so it looked like our move had worked for both of us.
You might think I say this in hindsight, but I never liked her bosses. Ken was the VP of Accounts, and he reported directly to Roger, the president. Both men would be friendly at corporate events but acted like I was only a placeholder for my wife. They were pleasant but not engaging. They would say the things you expected them to say, like "How have you been?" and "How's your job going?" or "How do you like Oklahoma City?" but we never had a conversation beyond the pleasantries. They acted like they didn't have time, or didn't care, to get to know me.
Now I understand why. The evidence was right in front of me. He was thrusting in and out of my wife's pussy and I was still frozen in place, unable to speak. It was like someone invisible had wrapped me up and had their hands on my throat, making me watch what was happening not ten feet in front of me.
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