by Michael Jade
Short Fiction/ Erotica/Contemporary/Multi-partner/Voyeurism/Exhibitionism
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Cuckolded by the
boss and his hotwife—for a price! Bob finally gets an invite to his billionaire
boss’s exclusive party, only to face a shocking proposition. The boss wants him
to watch while his wife gets on her knees to earn him a bonus, and he can’t get
aroused by the process. Letting her service the billionaire proves a harder
challenge than he ever dreamed—even though losing the deal means the boss gets
all of her.
Excerpt:
“What should I do first?” Carly asked.
Frank shushed her silently with a finger held to her red, glossy lips. His
fingertips traced a soft, delicate path across Carly’s cheek and down to her
neck. Bob felt himself tense up seeing another man touch her that way. The ice
in his glass clinked with the shaking of his hand.
Frank and glanced over at Bob and smiled. “Remember, Bob,” he said. “Try to
not enjoy this too much.”
Bob’s nostrils flared as he swallowed back a string of insults that would
surely usher him into the unemployment line. Frank’s hand was on Carly’s
shoulder now, and he pushed her down to her knees. Bob curled his free hand
into a fist and inhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay in that chair. This was
insane.
Carly was on her knees now, and Bob felt his head swim as she reached up
and began to undo Frank’s belt. Bob wanted to shout to his wife to stop, he
wanted to grab her and just leave, but they were in this now. Bob watched
helplessly as her dark red fingernails dragged across the expensive dress
slacks that covered Frank’s undeniable bulge. She undid the top button and
began to slowly drag Frank’s zipper down.
Bob couldn’t be sure, but as he looked at Carly’s face, she almost seemed
to be into this. She wouldn’t, would she? This was just to help his career and earn
money she felt they deserved. It seemed like she was taking forever to pull
that zipper down, each tiny interlaced link making Bob crazy as he watched. At
last, his wife slipped her fingers into his now open pants to take Frank’s cock
out. It was not even half hard yet, and Bob could see that Frank’s cock was way
beyond his own. Even in its semi-flaccid state, it was thick and heavy, at
least eight inches. The head was a pinkish knob that was already darkening and
swelling right in front of Carly’s pretty face.
Bob shifted uncomfortably in the big leather chair, his every move making
the leather creak under his weight. Frank glanced up and met his stare. Bob
held it while he tossed back another gulp of his drink, focusing on the burn as
it traveled down his throat. Carly’s delicate slender fingers wrapped around Frank’s
fattening shaft, and her eyes were wide like a kid who’d just been presented
the world’s biggest lollipop.
“Jesus,” Bob muttered.
She squeezed slightly on the shaft, and her other hand trembled slightly as
she freed Frank’s large balls from his shorts. She cupped them, and now Frank
grunted, his eyes fluttering briefly while his stiffy grew, sticking out closer
to her lips. The bulbous mushroom cap had now darkened to a deep red.
“Are you okay over there, Bob?” Frank asked. “Enjoying the show so far?”
Bob slumped down in his seat and looked down at Carly. Frank pulled a piece
of ice from his drink and lowered it to Carly’s lips. She looked up at him,
parting her lips while he rubbed the cube over them. She opened, and he tucked
the ice into her mouth.
“Watch,” Frank said with a smile. “This is one of my favorite parts.”
Frank put his free hand on the back of Carly’s head and pulled her forward.
Carly’s lips opened eagerly, and she took the massive, swollen head of Frank’s
cock into her hungry mouth. Frank groaned loudly as her lips and mouth, which
must be chilled from the ice, engulfed his member.
Bob gripped the leather arm of the leather chair tightly as he took in the
sight of that meat disappearing between her plump lips. Frank’s moan shot
through him, and he imagined how it must feel, a cool tongue on a hot,
throbbing erection.
