Unspoken Desire Pt 02

David walked into the office five minutes late, and immediately noticed something was off. It was a warm Saturday, and his boss had made him work overtime the entire week. The building was empty, and all his colleagues were probably enjoying themselves at some bar or at the golf club.

The afternoon sun beamed through the wide windows, reflected by the glass buildings of the city center, while a dirty sound reverberated inside the main area, coming from the front of the building, where the boss' room was located. It was a sound of fucking, of male thighs clapping against female ass cheeks, and the wet friction of cock sliding into pussy.

David's heartbeat increased in pace as there was suddenly the familiar moaning of a woman. He considered walking away from the scene, before he became certain the voice belonged to his wife Emma. He walked slower and spied through the transparent glass. Whatever was happening inside the boss' room, there was no attempt to hide it: the large door was open, and the curtains were out of the way.

David gagged in silence. His wife leaned onto the desk, her succulent legs spread, her naturally large tits bouncing and slapping each other, and her waist grabbed by none other than his asshole boss Hank.

The burly 55-year-old man towered over her dainty 30-year-old body, like a bear conquering a deer. David was nothing like that massive bastard - he was all average and fit, with a soft body and a nice face. There was not much contrast between him and his wife, but his boss, on the other hand... the difference was intense.

She was completely naked, gleaming with sweat, her ass cheeks - red with hand prints - jiggled with the impact. Hank had his suit on, but his pants had fallen to his leather shoes, exposing his massive legs, which clapped against Emma's in a powerful rhythm.

The son of a bitch had a mighty penis. David had never seen something so vulgarly masculine in real life - it was long and thick, with big veins across the shaft and hair at the base. It stretched his wife's pink vulva to its limits, skin to skin, in deep violent strokes, the low-hanging balls slapping her clit repeatedly.

Emma was definitely enjoying herself. She moaned with every movement, her pretty face pressed on the glass, her back arched in a submissive position, and Hank absolutely ravaging her from behind.

David felt his embarrassment growing, as he realized his wife was getting the screwing of her life. He would never have the courage - or the stamina - to fuck her so hard and steady. Although he hated his boss for the abusive bastard he was, he had to admit Hank was quite the performer. The man was not only strong, but his hips moved like in a professional porn production.

"Yeah, moan for me," the man's raspy voice echoed on the walls.

"Ooo... this isn't right," she tried to protest and moaned in pleasure.

"Aw, I know you want this, sweetheart," sang Hank in mock sympathy.

"It's... so big..." she mumbled as she grabbed the desk, in order not to fall.

"Yep, much bigger than your hubby, huh?" he asked.

"Leave him alone..." she whispered.

"Come on, admit it... say it and cum for me," he provoked in her ear. He grabbed her arms and pulled her hair, and banged her even harder.

"Oh fuck... you bastard..." she whined.

"Say it, baby, come on, admit the truth." He bit her ear, making her body spasm.

"You're bigger... you're much bigger than my husband, ooo..." she said as her legs collapsed in a shaking orgasm.

"Yeah, that's it, say it and come for me."

"You're much bigger! Oh, Hank, you're the boss!" she let out and came as her snatch was pummeled.

David felt a mixture of anger and excitement. The love of his life looked gorgeous in such a sweaty and submissive position, as if she had turned into a movie star, but the admission was heartbreaking. Seeing Hank grin from ear to ear, proudly bonking his sweet wife, so openly, almost made him walk into that room and stop them.

But he knew better: Hank was not only a strong and intimidating man, but he also had David by the balls, holding his career and his future in his hands. In fact, everything David had achieved in life was a product of his loyalty to that man. Being under his wing for ten years, it was hard to ever confront him.

As his average, not-so-impressive dick grew in his pants, David noticed a tear leave his eye. He had been watching the scene for five minutes, and with every second, it became more and more difficult to interrupt.

"Ready to cum again?" Hank asked, and grabbed her like a rag doll, turning her around and raising her in the air. Her body was folded, her legs spread and held by his thick biceps, his colossal tool deep inside her smooth pussy.

"What?!" she let out in shock.

"Yep, you're gonna cum over and over on my cock," he said as a fact, and chuckled in her ear, before invading her mouth with his dirty tongue, in a loud and obnoxiously vulgar kiss.

"Why are you doing this to David?" she asked all of a sudden.

"David is a wimp," he replied, and slapped her ass cheeks with both hands. "We all know you deserve a real man."

Hank continued to hold her in his hairy arms, and moved his hips back and forth. At the same time, he threw her body against his, intensifying the impact. The sound was shockingly loud.

"I know it, you know it, all the men in the office know it," continued Hank, smirking. "But most of all, David knows it."

"You... asshole..." she moaned.

"Yeah, that's right, your husband is a wimp, and he shouldn't let me spend so much time with you. We all knew this would happen, right baby?"

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... you're so good at it," she admitted all of a sudden, her body collapsing with the pressure.

"I know, baby."

"You cocky asshole!"

"Yep. You love this cocky asshole, don't you?"

"Ahhhh... ooooo..."

David felt his cheeks burning. He watched in total silence, as Emma came for the second time. His heart skipped a beat: her fanny was creaming wet. She was actually creaming for Hank's immense cock. He had never seen her body react like that before, and it was the hottest sight in the world.

Her pussy made naughty wet sounds as Hank invaded her with a new energy. Seeing her admit her desire, and her limbs spasm uncontrollably, the boss was longdicking her in a power trip.

The lovebirds were so involved in the scene of nasty sex, that they did not care to look at the large window nearby, from which David watched the entire thing in high definition.

Hank walked toward the opposite window, carrying Emma to the very front of the building, and pressed her against the transparent glass.

"People are going to see us," she said, looking at the buildings and the street down there.

"I don't give a shit," replied Hank.

He kept pounding her mercilessly against the window, his hairy buttocks shaking as he thrust into her now stretched-out vagina. Her shiny legs and feet were shaking in the air, her thin arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

"Enjoy the pressure, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear and completely pinned her against the glass wall, humping her into oblivion.

She moaned and kept whining for mercy, but he gave her none. With a tool that thick, he seemed determined to teach her cunt a lesson. When she spasmed for the third time, he joined her orgasm, roaring like a brute, planting his seed into her as deep as possible.

David had seen enough. He knew his wife was on the pill, but the idea of her being knocked up, by the man who oppressed him the most, was too much to bear. He silently walked away from the scene, and took the elevator, as Emma and Hank still panted in the distance. As he left the building, the vulgar images flashed through his mind. His dick still throbbed in his pants.

David drove back home, and sent a message to Hank explaining he would not show up to work. It was better to lie and say he was sick, than having to face the asshole under such embarrassing conditions. He would have to think about work later.

That was the second time he had found Hank fucking his wife. The first time had happened in his own house, during a barbecue, the previous week. David had drunk too much beer, and was intoxicated enough to make a fool of himself in front of his family and friends. He had faint memories of people chuckling, as he joked he had a limp dick. Meanwhile, his boss had taken advantage of the situation, walked upstairs and harassed Emma.

He did not have enough time to react like a man should. His mind was spiraling, to the point where his memory of that afternoon was blurry and disconnected from the rest. But the most shocking part was that Emma had deeply enjoyed the nasty sex. David had heard her moans through the closed door, and the way his boss absolutely ravaged her pussy until she came like a bitch in heat. She had expressed regret for the situation, but her unspoken desire was undeniable.

And what could David do about it? Hank practically owned him. Hank had taught him how to work, and had given him everything. Even his comfortable house in the suburbs was acquired through Hank's special contacts. It was rather difficult to confront the man he had admired for so long, but now, he felt a certain contempt for him.

David and Emma lived in a comfortable place, without children, which they still had not managed to conceive. They had the place all for themselves, but now, it was all ruined by Hank's necessity to conquer and dominate.

David relieved himself in the bathroom, quickly bursting into a desperate orgasm. He had not experienced such excitement since the day of the barbecue, especially because Emma had denied sex in order to "recover from Hank". After cleaning up, the shame finally consumed his mind, and he considered confronting Emma at dinner.

He spent the next few hours cooking in the kitchen, to pass the time. When she arrived, he would have a full table with some of her favorite food, and they could discuss the issue calmly.

She was supposed to arrive around 6 p.m. after spending the day shopping with friends. Although now, it was clear the friend in question was someone rather masculine and aggressive. When she did arrive, she was not alone.

David heard the distinctive car sound in the distance and spied through the front window, to see Emma come out from the front seat. Hank held her by the waist casually, and she looked rather confused and nervous, as if they had spent the entire afternoon fornicating.

David ran to the couch and sat down, his heart beating uncontrollably. It was Hank who opened the door for her. She saw her husband immediately, and smiled awkwardly.

"Honey, w-what happened?" she asked, trying to sound natural. "Hank told me you didn't show up to work."

"What happened, pussyboy? Are you trying to get fired?" asked Hank, in his usually toxic humor.

"Oh, I felt kinda sick today. It must've been the street food," replied David. "Where were you too?"

"I was shopping with friends, like I told you," said Emma quickly. "But I found Hank on the way home, and he offered me a ride," she looked at the boss, waiting for him to confirm the story.

Hank smirked and shook his head slightly, and mumbled, "Whatever..."

"Have you been cooking?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, I've just finished cooking dinner and..."

"Perfect, I'm starving," Hank spoke over him. "It's been a demanding afternoon, right sweetheart?" He squeezed her shoulder.

"What? Uhm..." she looked embarrassed.

David endured a mixture of emotions as his boss stood next to his loving wife. He was definitely angry and jealous, but also a little aroused at the idea of her having an affair with him. He thought about confronting them immediately, but his curiosity won, and he decided to go along with their game, to see what would happen next.

During the dinner, he watched them talk and laugh together, as if nothing particularly intense had happened between them. Hank was quite comfortable in his chair, eating and drinking like a brute, and touching Emma's arms over and over.

David pretended to be happy and relaxed, but felt as if he was boiling inside. He had never been so conflicted before, but somehow managed to make polite conversation with them, and to laugh at Hank's humorous remarks. He could not help but feel a little anticipation, as they all drank more wine and became more blunt.

At some point, Emma stood up and excused herself to the bathroom, and Hank took the opportunity to be more direct. The boss burped and grinned at David.

"Look, buddy, I'll be honest. I fucked your wife again."

"Excuse me?" David choked on his wine.

"Don't act like you don't know. I saw you spying on us, you little pervert," said Hank casually. He always used a certain tone with David, similar to the way a man talks to a kid.

"You saw me? And you didn't stop?" David burned in anger.

"Why would I? You were enjoying yourself," Hank replied, and grabbed the phone from his pocket, and showed the security footage from the office.

David was shocked. The footage came from the camera in the corridor, and showed him crouched next to the window, touching his own crotch repeatedly. Whatever he was watching was not captured by the camera, which did not cover the area inside Hank's room.

He did not even remember touching himself until that moment. He stared at the video for a while. It would be obvious to anyone what he was doing, but not clear who or what he was watching.

"David, I know this might come as a surprise to you, but not to anybody else," Hank continued, and put away the phone. "I fucked your wife again and she loved every second of it. It was bound to happen."

"What do you mean, it was bound to happen?" David heard himself ask.

Hank took a deep breath and laughed.

"You're a wimp. A chump. A little beta. I've been flirting with your wife for years, right in front of you and everyone else in the office, and you did nothing to stop me. It was bound to happen, David," the boss explained.

"You... you prick..." mumbled David.

"You see? I've just disrespected you, in your face, and you can't even defend yourself," said Hank, in a more serious tone. "Stand up, David, come on. Stand up and beat me. It's your chance to teach me a lesson, I promise I won't press charges."

"What now?"

"You heard me. Stand up and punch me. I fucked your wife again, buddy. Do something about it! Don't just sit there and stare at me like a sad dog, like you've been doing for the past week."

David just sat there and shook his head in disbelief. He had looked up to his boss for so many years, even fantasized about one day being like him, or assuming his position, but now, looking at the cruel man in front of him, laughing and swearing, he realized he would never be like Hank.

"You see? You can't even be angry at me, can you?" the boss continued his provocative banter. "You're spineless. You have little dick energy. That's why I fucked your wife. I knew you wouldn't do anything about it."

Hank leaned onto the table, his face red because of the alcohol. He looked around, then looked David in the eye, and spoke in a lower volume.

"I bet you liked that, huh? You liked the way I fucked her? You were touching yourself so fast," Hank grinned and spoke with mock sympathy. "Aw, don't worry, buddy. Your secret is safe with me. I'm a good boss, remember?"

"Why are you doing this?" asked David.

"I've just told you. You asked for it. This is what you get for not being a man," Hank replied impatiently and then whispered. "Now here's my plan: I keep fucking your wife, and you keep your mouth shut, so I don't have to get rid of you, or even worse, let everyone know what a little pervert you are. How's that sound?"

"A-are you serious?" stuttered David. "You're planning on fucking her regularly?"

"Why would I be here otherwise? Look, think about it, alright... On one hand, I have a wife, but she's not a fan of sex. On the other hand, you have a wife, and she really enjoys sex," Hank gestured like an engineer. "On one hand, you are a weak beta who can't fuck your wife properly. On the other hand, I'm a bastard with a big dick, willing to fuck her for you. If we all keep our mouths shut, everyone's happy."

"You can't be serious! You absolute asshole!"

"Shhh... I haven't told Emma yet, but we can arrange that later."

"What about your wife? Does she know you're cheating on her?" inquired David.

"She's a good wife. I give her everything she wants and we never discuss it. But you, on the other hand... are you willing to live with it?"

"Live with it?!" David sensed the wine was starting to make him dazed and confused.

"Shhh... stay calm. Think about it, let it marinate," Hank used his commanding tone, the one he used so many times to close deals with partners. "Look, I'm telling you like it is. Would you rather I lied? I wasn't planning to negotiate with you, but after watching your... incriminating footage, I changed my mind."

"So you want to negotiate fucking my wife?!"

"Think about it. I give her what she needs, you take it like a champ, and you get to keep your job and your marriage. You get to keep this lovely house. What's not to like?"

"So you'll keep..." David tried to lower the volume of his voice. "So you'll keep fucking my wife in my face, and expect me to stay calm and quiet?"

Hank stared back at him with an intimidating gaze, and then pointed a fat finger at him.

"Yes, I will keep fucking your wife. In your face. And I expect you to stay calm and quiet. How's that sound, sissy wimp?"

David could not believe the nerve of that man. At the same time, if his wife was in need of a larger cock, at least she had found someone they knew well. He allowed the wine to take control of his mind, and suddenly experienced a hint of excitement in his crotch, and a need to make room for his boss.

"It sounds like I don't really have a choice," he finally concluded.

Hank immediately noticed what he was doing. The old fucker knew David's body language well; he knew David was trying to give in to that outrageous offer. He was conceding just like all the times he was made to work overtime. Hank guffawed and slapped his cheek in a friendly manner.

"Good sissy. That's my favorite thing about you... you learn fast."

"B-but there's one condition..." added David. He noticed the blood rushing to his dick.

"Oh, really?" Hank chuckled and took a sip of wine.

"I get to watch. Nothing happens behind my back."

His boss grinned from ear to ear, and nodded in approval. He had that grin when he knew he was virtually shitting in someone's mouth and they could not stop him. He raised his right arm for a handshake.

"We have a deal. But I also have a condition..." Hank's eyes glinted. "You will kiss my ass while I fuck her."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I want total surrender."

David stared at Hank's big hand and considered the condition for a good five seconds, before he gave in. The strange excitement he felt spoke louder than words. There was something pleasant about accepting Hank's demands, a familiar feeling that had slowly developed throughout the years. They shook hands over the drinks, and a moment later Emma came back.

"Sweetheart, we have good news," said Hank.

Emma seemed a little shocked as the boss explained everything to her. She looked at David nervously, biting her lip, as if she felt bad for cheating on him, but was also horny at the same time.

"Honey, I'm sorry for fucking your boss again..." she let out all of a sudden. "I couldn't resist him anymore."

"Don't be sorry, pussycat," said Hank. "David is a good husband, and he wants what's best for you."

The boss stood up, grabbed Emma by the waist and involved her in a deep kiss. Her juicy breasts, kept in a short white dress, were pressed and squeezed against his wide torso.