The following week turned out even more humiliating for David. Now that Hank had pressed his heavy heel down on him, he felt like a trapped mouse. His boss not only knew of his embarrassing situation, but also carried the footage of his perversion in his pocket.
Even worse: now that Hank knew how far David was willing to be pushed and degraded, he was unbearably cocky and evil toward the employee. From Monday through Friday, David was bossed around, and had to deal with sexual jokes and innuendos from the man who had stretched his wife's pussy. Hank would bother him with the most trivial tasks: bringing coffee, dusting off the shelves, lighting up his cigar, and even polishing his shoes.
David whined and hesitated, but would eventually break and obey as soon as Hank pointed at the phone in his pocket. The boss had a satisfied smirk on his face at all times, and people in the office spread rumors about what had happened between them. Nobody knew exactly why David was suddenly being punished by the boss, or why the boss made remarks about a very fun weekend he had, but people were not completely oblivious.
David felt paranoid as his colleagues - men and women - talked around him and let out chuckles behind his back. He wondered what they were commenting on, and if somebody had the nerve to question him or Hank about it. The boss was clearly enjoying the mystery - not telling anyone exactly what had happened, but making humorous remarks to spike even more rumors. The truth was: deep down, everyone suspected David was a cuck. And the most embarrassing part was that every time he thought about it, his dick throbbed and twitched in his pants!
On Friday evening, David and Emma decided to breathe some air and drive to one of their favorite restaurants in the downtown area. The place was spacious yet warm, and crowded enough so they could merge into the crowd and entertain themselves. Emma wore her short white dress, which contrasted against her recently tanned skin - her pink complexion was now complimented by a layer of sunny red, which made her even more appetizing.
Her juicy legs were mostly exposed, as well as her natural breasts, which were squeezed against the soft fabric, and when David took a closer look, he noticed she was not wearing a bra! Her large nipples were slightly perceptible through the fabric. She smelled fresh and fruity, and her hair was styled in waves that fell over her shoulders. She looked more than tempting with her natural makeup and glossy nude lipstick.
They found a table upstairs, in a more private space decorated with exotic plants and tapestries, and warm lamps which covered some of the couples nearby. When Emma sat down, her tits jiggled deliciously, and David's mouth watered. Although they were not having penetrative sex anymore - Emma said she needed to recover from Hank's extra large cock - David still desired her sweet tits and wished he could suck on them. In reality, he knew her tits now belonged to his boss, and the thought of the filthy bastard biting her nipples made his dick twitch again.
Emma took a sip of wine and smiled at David.
"I'm so glad you've accepted our new arrangement," she said. "At first, I thought I was wrong for enjoying it so much, but seeing the way you reacted, I feel comfortable to savor the amazing sex we're having."
David gulped some wine and almost choked on it. He knew that "we" did not include him.
"I'm glad you're having fun..." he said in a low volume, and then looked around to see if anybody was listening. "Is he... is he really that much better?"
Emma chuckled and played with her hair before answering. She knew what her husband wanted to hear.
"He's so much better as a man. He's bigger, stronger, hotter... he knows how to treat my pussy and my body. He knows exactly how to push every button! At first, I thought I didn't need a man like him... I thought he was rude and gross, but then, when he fingered me and said filthy things in my ear, it was like my brain was slowly melting. I let myself go, and gave in... and it felt so good to be dominated."
"I mean... is it really THAT good?" David asked pathetically.
"Yes, it's THAT good. The power of a big older man with a big cock is overwhelming, in comparison to an average, young beta male..." she let out. "The truth is, men from an older generation are much better. They were raised as real men, during a time when women were submissive to them. Hank knows how to treat a young lady, and it's delicious to give in, to let him win..."
"What about me? Did you ever enjoy having sex with me?" inquired David.
"Of course, baby... it's just different. You are soft and lovely, like an angel. But Hank is... Hank is like a big bad wolf... a big dirty animal. He triggers something very primal in me!" Emma moved uncomfortably all of a sudden.
"Your desire to be dominated?" suggested David.
"My desire to be... a woman..." Emma moaned and her body spasmed. "He's a total man, and he makes me feel like a woman... I can't really explain it! But he told me that the difference is simple: he has a big manly cock, and you have a limp beta dick, and a woman will choose what's best for her pussy!"
"He told you that! ...What's that? Are you okay?" asked David, observing his wife's body move in strange ways. He suddenly heard a buzzing coming from her.
"I... I have to tell you something..." she said and moaned again, as her breath intensified. "Hank wants to take my anal virginity."
"What? But you said you'd never do such a thing!" protested David.
"I know, I know! But I can't say no to him. The idea is starting to make me... curious..." she moaned again and looked down at her crotch. "He said I will give him something special, something not even my husband will have: my anal cherry! Is that wrong?"
"Why... why are you shaking?" David stuttered and observed his wife.
"I have it in me," she said meekly.
"You have what in you?"
"He gave me a butt plug," she confessed. "Don't worry! It's small and soft... and it vibrates too, whenever he presses the button."
"What?!"
"It's vibrating right now... ooo, I feel so slutty... That can only mean one thing: he's here somewhere."
"Hank is here?" David gulped and looked around. "He's following us?"
"Well, not really... I let him know we were coming."
As soon as Emma finished her last sentence, a big strong hand landed on David's shoulder, and the masculine scent of Hank's cologne was unmistakable.
"Good evening, lovebirds," said Hank, in his raspy tone. He did not wait for an answer or an invitation to sit down, right by Emma's side. "You look lovely, sweetheart," he said in her ear - his eyes almost devouring her body.
"Hank, please be subtle," she whispered back and tried to move his hairy arm away from her.
"Don't worry. I'm sure nobody suspects what happened between us," Hank said ironically and chuckled.
David felt his chest burn in a mixture of anger and excitement. He watched as his wife and his boss made small talk in front of him - their bodies dangerously close to each other. The few couples nearby seemed unaware or not interested in what they were doing, although David could swear he saw a few glimpses from the corner of their eyes.
A young male waiter appeared and awkwardly talked to them. He seemed a little intimidated by Hank and Emma, but did not pay much attention to David. He seemed to think that Emma was Hank's wife. The boss ordered an expensive amount of food for them, and chose the wine as well.
"One bottle for me and this lovely lady," he said and smirked at Emma. "and Coca-Cola for the boy."
The waiter looked at David with a confused expression, probably waiting for him to say something, but David kept quiet until he walked away. Being called a boy in front of a stranger felt particularly humiliating to him, and his face burned for a while. He tried to manage his anger and not cause a scene, as that would make things worse.
Hank ate the food and drank more wine than usual, and talked only to Emma the entire time. She smiled and giggled at his absurd stories and provocative jokes. They talked to each other for an entire hour, barely acknowledging David's presence. When they did, it was usually an emasculating remark, or the memory of humiliating moments which happened in the office - the ones Hank was proud to remember in full detail. Emma's eyes navigated over Hank's hairy arms and wide chest, both partially exposed in his white dress shirt.
When they finished their last glass of wine, Hank casually moved one arm to her legs, and caressed them as they continued the conversation. She gasped but allowed his subtle touch, looking around to see if anybody noticed. Nobody seemed to care, so Hank moved his hand deeper, until her mouth opened and she let out a faint moan.
"Relax, pussycat," Hank said in her ear.
He was clearly touching her pussy - his fingers between her legs, reaching for her panties and feeling her wet spot. David could imagine the entire thing in his head, just by the way she reacted. The boss grinned and continued to say dirty things in her ear, inaudible to everyone else.
Hank's arms moved slightly faster, and Emma bit her lip and tried not to moan again. The bastard was fingering her wet pussy right under the table, and nobody but David seemed to have noticed! Hank suddenly turned to David and mouthed the silent words, "She's so wet..."
David felt his dick stiffening in his pants. He could faintly hear a moist sound coming from her, from under the table, a sound that was masked by the noise of the restaurant, but still sent shivers down his spine. Hank was fingerfucking her faster! And she seemed close to an orgasm...
Hank grabbed his phone with his other hand and pressed a few buttons. The buzzing sound came back, and Emma let out a little squeal. Her entire body spasmed, and she tried to bite her hand. With her pussy being ruthlessly fingered and her butthole vibrating, she took only a minute to shake into a big orgasm. Finally, the couples nearby seemed to notice her enthusiasm and peeked in her direction, but it was too late. She gasped and moaned and enjoyed her climax, as Hank chuckled in her ear.
They had to stand up moments later. Hank told David to take Emma outside and wait for him, as he paid for the meal, and ordered a bottle of champagne. Emma was a little dizzy, but the fresh air brought some of the color back to her face.
"Did... did people notice?" she asked.
"Uh... not really. Maybe a little bit," replied David.
