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  "And it was one hell of a birthday present. Once he realized everybody knew anyways he wouldn't shut up about it!"

  If I thought my world was crashing down around me earlier when he managed to get her up to this room all alone, well that was nothing compared to how I was feeling now. It was true. She'd blown some guy in their copy room! My wife had betrayed me. She'd already stepped out on me, and if she did have sex with her boss he'd just be the next one in line. I wondered how long that line of betrayal went. I wondered how far back her betrayals went. I certainly intended to ask her all about it.

  Later though. Obviously I wasn't in a position to do anything about it right now.

  And I wasn't sure whether I was going to ask her all about it because I was pissed off at what she'd been doing with other men, or because I was turned on by what she'd been doing with other men and I needed to know all the details. My mind was screaming that this was wrong. That I needed to leave her. That I couldn't be with a woman who would cheat on me so casually. But my cock was telling a different story. My cock was rock hard. I was so fucking turned on.

  Needless to say I had the world's most confused erection.

  "So what does that have to do with a bet?" Rachel asked. She moved over to sit on the edge of his massive round bed. It looked like it was twice the size of the king-size bed we had back home. Was there anything he had that wasn't way bigger than anything we had back at our place? Glancing down between his legs at the rock hard monster pressing out there I was starting to think there wasn't.

  "Your husband overheard Eric talking about all the fun you had in the copy room with Dave, and he didn't take too kindly to it," Terry said.

  Rachel at least had the good grace to look surprised. And she moved to stand, but Terry put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. Maybe she was upset, maybe she was worried that I found out about her little indiscretion in the copy room, but that didn't keep her from sitting back down. From looking at him.

  "He knows?"

  "He knows, and he didn't believe it was true. So he made a little bet to prove how faithful you were to him," Terry said with a chuckle that told everyone in the room exactly what he thought about how faithful she was.

  "What was the bet?" Rachel asked. She said it in a quiet voice.

  Terry reached up and brushed some hair away from her face. She looked up at him and smiled despite just learning that I knew she'd been cheating on me. The bitch! His hand moved to her cheek and then it seemed he was pulling her closer to him. Only she was leaning in as well.

  "It was simple enough. He bet that I couldn't fuck you," Terry said.

  I flinched. When he put it like that it sounded so vulgar. So crass. Only Rachel's reaction was very different. I knew those signs and they terrified me even as it turned me on watching her react to his vulgar description of what he wanted to do to her. Her breathing was picking up. Her nipples were pressing out against her dress. She was getting turned on. Really turned on if my experience with my wife was anything to go on. Was it because of the bet? Was it because of what he looked like?

  I knew it'd been awhile since I'd gotten that sort of reaction from her. And somehow the jealousy that resulted from that knowledge just served to fuel my desire even more.

  "What was the bet?"

  "If he wins then I pay you guys ten thousand dollars, tax-free cash no questions asked."

  "And if you win?"

  "He said I get you for an entire weekend. That you get this for an entire weekend."

  With that last bit he wrapped her hand in his and pulled hers so it was running up and down his cock. Through his shorts, to be sure, but still. My wife's cock was trailing along another man's dick. Rachel let out a quiet gasp and I knew she was gone. I'd lost her completely, at least for tonight. Apparently everything they'd said about her being a sucker for huge cocks was true, and that made me burn with shame as I realized that for all the years we'd been married I really hadn't been enough for her. I hadn't been man enough for her.

  "So what's it going to be?" Terry whispered. "Ten thousand dollars or a night with me? A weekend with this cock inside you?"

  5: Losing

  I held my breath, wondering where this was going to go. Knowing where this was going to go even as it happened right in front of me. Everything I'd learned about my wife in the past couple of hours told me exactly what was going to happen even before it happened. And still I held my breath not quite sure if I wanted this to happen or if I wanted her to stay faithful to me. My brain was saying one thing but my cock was saying something else entirely.

  Rachel's delicate white hand moved down his cock and then she was running her thumb over his cockhead. He was already rock hard, and seeing my wife's petite hands rubbing against that monster was driving me wild. It seemed the fulfillment of this fantasy I never even realized I had until I saw her sitting in front of her muscular boss was driving me insane. I couldn't believe my apparently not-so-innocent wife was actually touching another man's cock!

  Well, I guess I could believe it considering she'd apparently done it before, but you know what I mean.

  "Is this what you had in mind?"

  He grinned at her. "I had a hell of a lot more than that in mind," he said. "But that's a good start."

  Then he was pushing my wife back on his massive bed. Her chest was heaving as her nipples strained out. And that wasn't lost on him. He grinned as his hands moved down to cup her breasts. His hands were all over her in an instant. Moving over her nipples, moving down her stomach, and then down between her legs where he started rubbing her pussy through her dress.

  Terry looked down at her and grinned. "Damn! Someone's in the mood."

  "Why wouldn't I be? You're fucking hot yourself," she said.

  Terry growled and then he was moving on top of my wife. I wondered if he intended to take her right there. If he intended to keep her in her dress. I desperately hoped that wasn't the case. I wanted to see everything, but I would take what I could get. Apparently my wife wasn't interested in fun with me but she was more than interested if the guy doing the asking was ripped and rich. Damn it.

  He crawled over the bed on top of my wife and his mouth descended on Rachel's. She gasped in surprise as he took her. He pulled her head back with one of his massive hands and then their mouths were opened to one another. My wife was lying back on her black boss's bed, his tongue was pressing in and out of her mouth. Moving in between her lips almost like a pink cock that was fucking her mouth.

  I knew something else he had that I'd desperately like to see fucking her mouth. Hell, I couldn't wait until I saw something else on him fucking other parts of her! It was a crazy thought, one that never would've occurred to me before tonight, but now that I was in the moment and apparently a victim to this fantasy I figured I might as well enjoy it a little.

  Rachel was surprised for only a moment, and then she melted into him. Her arms wrapped around him and one of her legs moved up as he started grinding against her pussy. I was lightheaded, I felt short of breath as he continued pressing against her pussy. As he dry humped my wife in her expensive dress.

  I sighed. If I was going to give over to this then I might as well surrender completely. I know my cock wanted nothing more than for me to surrender completely. Not that there was anything else for me to do with that muscular guy taking my wife and all I could do now was watch.

  Then an idea occurred to me. A way that I could enjoy this and maybe take a little back for myself too. I pulled out my phone and opened the camera. I held it up and sure enough it could record everything even through the two way mirror.

  I smiled. Perfect. Just what I needed. I switched to video mode and started recording. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do with the recording. Blackmail? Or just material for the spank bank? Whatever. I figured the video would come in handy.

  I reached down and started stroking my cock with my free hand. I hoped I'd be able to keep the camera steady and pay attention to my cock at
the same time, but I was having trouble juggling both of them. It was tough being a one-handed camera operator, if you catch my drift.

  A gasp from the room pulled my attention back to the show and away from my camera difficulties which were admittedly small potatoes in the grand scheme of problems I was enduring at the moment.

  Terry pulled away from her and she was gasping for breath. He smiled down at her, looked down over her body which was pinned underneath his. At the spot where their bodies came together, though they hadn't quite had the complete union that I was hoping for now that I was resigned to this happening. Hell, I wasn't just resigned to this. I wanted this to happen. Then he looked back up and locked eyes with her.

  "Damn you taste good baby," he said.

  His eyes traveled down her body again. Past her tits, past her slim stomach, down to between her legs once more. Then he was sliding down, kissing along her neck, kissing on her cleavage which he accessed by pulling down at the center of her dress and burying his face between her tits for a moment. Then he let go and her dress popped back into place, looking slightly disheveled for his attention. Then he was kissing down along her slim stomach which was rising and falling rapidly with her breath. Kissing in between her legs and she gasped as his lips pressed against her, though the contact was just through her dress and her panties. Only it looked like he had no intention of stopping with her dress and her panties separating him from his ultimate goal.

  "Now I want to see how you taste down here," he said. "I've been fantasizing about this taste since I first saw you and had them move you to my department."

  I blinked. He moved her to his department? How long had this asshole been planning this? Damn.

  His head disappeared under her dress and I wanted to scream out in frustration. His hands moved up as well. If my wife was cheating on me with her boss then I wanted to be able to see it, damn it! A moment later his head reappeared from under her dress and he had a pair of bright purple thong panties in his teeth. God that was fucking sexy. I glanced down to my phone to make sure I was getting all of this on camera. Both because I didn't want to miss a moment of this and because I wanted to make sure I got a good shot of his face while he was doing this with his direct report. I wondered what the higher ups at his company would think of his behavior or that it was all being caught on video.

  He moved his hands up and pulled her panties the rest of the way off then he was diving in between her legs once more. I couldn't see what he was doing, but damn could I tell what he was doing from the way my wife was throwing her pretty head back. From the way she was tossing her hair from side to side and letting out quiet little gasps that made my cock pulse in time with her moans.

  And in some ways it was so much hotter that I couldn't see everything he was doing between my wife's legs. All I was left with was my imagination. Was the mental image of his tongue moving out and running along her slit. Of him finally getting to taste her in the way that it sounded like he'd obviously wanted to since the first time he saw my wife. I wondered what her pussy tasted like on his tongue. For me it was the most wonderful taste in the world, and I could only imagine that it was fairly similar for him since this appeared to be the culmination of one hell of a fantasy for him.

  Rachel's hips bucked up and her mouth opened wide as she gasped and moaned. She pulled up his sheets and her head was tossing from side to side over and over again. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and her nipples pressed out in rock hard points under her dress.

  She looked down to the bulge in her dress where her boss was going to town on her pussy. Then, thank whatever higher power was listening to my prayers, she moved down and started pulling her dress up. Inch after inch of her thighs were revealed. More and more of her boss's muscular body, then his head buried between her legs. I thought I might faint as I saw that sight come into sharp relief on my phone camera. As I saw it come into focus right in front of me. His huge muscular body, his shoulders with her thighs resting on them, and buried in between her legs, was his head moving back and forth as his tongue explored her pussy. A spot that only I'd ever explored up until this point.

  He stopped and looked up at her for a moment and then dove back down in between her legs. I saw one of his fingers move up and I could only imagine that he was pressing one of those massive things into her pussy. Damn. One of his fingers looked like it was almost as big around as my cock. There was nothing small about this man.

  Whatever he was doing, it was doing the trick. Her moans grew louder, louder. Louder to the point that I worried people at the party downstairs might hear even if we were on the other end of an incredibly massive mansion.

  Then it hit her. I knew the telltale signs of an intense orgasm in my wife even if it wasn't something I saw myself all that often, and from the way she was looking she was in the middle of one hell of an intense one at the moment. She threw her hips up and pressed them against his tongue, and he grabbed onto her thighs and held her in place as she screamed. As she positively wailed. It got so loud that my ears were almost splitting and I didn't know how they couldn't hear her down at the party.

  That earsplitting scream continued on for what felt like an eternity but what could only have been a few minutes and then she was coming down from that incredible high. Her hips were lowering to the bed. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as she looked down to her boss, down to his head which was still buried between her legs, and smiled a satisfied smile as she caught her breath.

  Then her attention was back on Terry as he started moving up. As he stood on his knees in front of her.

  "Time to really get started with the fun baby," he said.

  6: Wife Wagered and Won

  I leaned forward until I was almost bumping the two way mirror with my forehead. I pulled back with a curse. The last thing I wanted was to give away that I was standing back here watching everything!

  It looked like the games were over. Before Terry had been teasing, had been enjoying the chase. Now he looked at my wife with hunger in his eyes. He pulled her up until she was on her knees in front of him still on the bed. He reached down and grabbed her tight dress, pulled up so fast that I almost thought the thing would rip. Which probably would've pissed off my wife on any other night, but on this night she just moaned in delight as he manhandled her.

  He pulled her dress up, up, revealing the delicious curve of her ass which was completely uncovered since he'd already taken care of her underwear. I could see the slick wetness of her pussy which was damp both with her arousal and with Terry's spit. Her dress slipped up to her slim stomach which was moving up and down rapidly as she gasped for breath. Up to her tits which sprang free and they looked absolutely delicious with her nipples coming out to perfect pink points. Terry devoured them with his eyes as they came into view. She pulled her hands over her head and then the dress was tossed to the side.

  Terry stepped off of the bed with Rachel still on her knees before him, and he towered over her even though she had a little bit of extra height from the bed. She lifted up on his shirt revealing his muscled body. Then she started working on his pants, licking her lips and staring with an unconcealed hunger in her own eyes. She looked so fucking turned on. So much more turned on than she'd been with me recently. I wondered if I should've hit the gym, or if there was just something about the forbidden nature of cheating on her husband, of getting with her boss, that was getting her going in a major way.

  Then his pants were falling to the ground. She pulled down on his boxers and gasped as his cock sprang free. As that monster came into view.

  I glanced down at my phone wanting to make sure I was capturing every moment. And it was odd seeing that scene playing out in front of me on that small screen even as I looked up and saw it playing out in real life. There was something about the recording that made it more concrete. That made it real in a way that it wasn't when I was just staring and not quite believing what I was seeing.

  So I watched on the small screen as he moved dow
n just like he had a few moments ago when he was getting ready to eat her out. Only now his cock was dangling between his legs, and from the way he was looking at her there was absolutely no doubt exactly what he intended to do with my wife!

  And all I could do was stand there. All I could do was watch as his cock made its inevitable journey up along her body as he moved up between her thighs, as his massive body was dwarfing her petite white frame. As he grinned down at her. As his eyes ran up and down her body and there was absolutely no doubt in my mind as to exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he needed. Exactly what he'd been fantasizing about ever since the first time he laid eyes on my wife!

  And there was also no doubt from the look on Rachel's face exactly what she wanted. Her breath was coming in gasps, her pussy was slick with arousal, and I could almost smell her from my vantage point behind the two way mirror. I couldn't believe it. My cock was rock hard and I started stroking it in earnest, careful to keep my hand steady on the camera at the same time. I stared, transfixed, as he finally completed his journey and then he was hovering over her with his cock between her legs. I could see it pressing against her slick pussy, but he wasn't quite sealing the deal. No, not yet.

  I arched an eyebrow. What was his game?

  Rachel looked up at him and smiled. And then he reached down and grabbed his cock, guided it towards her pussy. I had the perfect angle to watch as his massive dark cockhead split her down the middle. And then a thought occurred to me at around the same time it occurred to Rachel from the way panic suddenly broke through her aroused haze. From the way she stared up at Terry with panic and lust mixing on her face.

  Yeah, she was thinking the same thing I was. My pretty wife wasn't on birth control. We usually just used condoms when we were making love. Sure it killed the sensitivity, but she didn't like the way birth-control made her feel and she refused to get one of those things they just put up in there.