Cuckolded By My Boss & Wife Part 7

           Peter sat at his desk, his fingers resting idly on the keyboard as the hum of the office buzzed around him. Papers were scattered across his workspace, a reminder of the reports he still hadn’t finished. His coffee, now cold, sat untouched to the side. But Peter’s mind wasn’t on his work.

           He shifted slightly in his chair, feeling the familiar pressure of the chastity cage secured around him. The device had been there long enough that he had grown used to it physically, but mentally, it was a constant presence. A reminder. A symbol.

          At first, he had resisted the idea, resisted the very thought of giving up control like that. But over time, the dynamic had changed. He had changed. Sitting here now, in the quiet hum of his workspace, Peter couldn’t deny it any longer.

He liked it.

           The thought made his face flush, and he glanced around to make sure no one was watching him. It was ridiculous, really, how something that had once embarrassed him now sent a thrill through his entire body. The chastity, the submission, the way it forced him to confront feelings he’d never acknowledged before—it all made him feel alive in a way he couldn’t explain.

          Peter leaned back in his chair, exhaling a slow breath. “I can’t believe I’m this person now,” he thought, running a hand through his hair. But as much as he wanted to deny it, the truth was undeniable. He liked the control his wife and Richard held over him. He liked the vulnerability, the way it brought out feelings he didn’t fully understand. And, yes, he liked the cuckolding.

          The cage tightened slightly as he adjusted in his seat, a constant reminder of his place. He felt a flush of shame mixed with excitement as he remembered the rules he lived under, the boundaries that had been set for him.

          A quiet laugh escaped him as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “What have I gotten myself into?” he thought, shaking his head with a mix of disbelief and acceptance.

          For now, Peter pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, straightened his tie, and returned to his work. But the faintest hint of a smile remained on his lips, and the cage’s presence lingered—a secret he carried with him, even here in the middle of the office.

Victoria lay on the sun lounger waiting for Richard to arrive at the resort. She wanted him to be horny by the time he arrived so she sent him a few messages:

Victoria: Last night was amazing 😏🔥. I’m still thinking about it…you really know how to make a girl feel special 💋.

Richard: Special? You mean exhausted 😈🍑. You didn’t even let me leave without marking me up a little, you naughty thing 😉.

Victoria: Oh, you loved every second of it. Don’t even pretend 😜. And I’m definitely not apologizing for the scratches 😘.

Richard: Apologize? Never. I’m wearing them like a badge of honor 🦁🔥. You were wild last night, V. That dress? And then out of it…🤯.

Victoria: You can thank yourself for that…you know exactly how to wind me up in all the right ways 🥵❤️.

Richard: What can I say? I’ve got the magic touch ✨👀. But seriously, you were incredible. You keep setting the bar higher every time.

Victoria: And you always clear it, Mr. Magic Touch 😘.

Richard: By the way, Peter really seems to be settling into his role. Did you see how red he got when I dangled the keys last night? 🤣.

Victoria: Oh, absolutely. He’s finally starting to embrace it. The way he watched us? I think he’s enjoying it more than he lets on 😏.

Richard: Definitely. Especially with how he couldn’t stop squirming in that little cage of his. Poor guy doesn’t even know what to do with himself 😂.

Victoria: I think it’s adorable. Keeps him exactly where we want him—obedient and eager 😘.

Richard: Well, I’m happy to help keep things interesting for you both. He makes it all too easy, doesn’t he? 😈.

Victoria: He really does. Anyway, can’t wait to see you at the resort 🏨😉

Richard: I am on my way. I hope you brought that dress again...or nothing at all 🔥😏.

Victoria: Oh, it’s on. Better be ready for me this time. I’m not holding back 😈💋.

Richard: Can’t wait. You’ll have me dreaming about it until then 😘.

          The sun blazed high in the sky, casting its golden warmth over the pristine shoreline. Victoria lounged on a cushioned beach chair, her sunglasses perched stylishly on her nose as she stretched out in her vibrant bikini. Beside her, Richard reclined on a matching chair, his toned body glistening with a fresh coat of sunscreen. They looked every bit the picture of leisure and indulgence.

         Peter stood a few feet away, nervously holding a tray with two chilled drinks—an iced mojito for Victoria and a tropical punch for Richard. His movements were careful, almost timid, as he approached the pair.

         "Here you go," Peter said softly, offering the drinks with a slight bow of his head.

         Victoria barely glanced up as she accepted her mojito. "Thank you, Peter," she said, her tone curt but not unkind.

        Richard smirked as he took his drink, sliding his sunglasses down his nose just enough to reveal the glint in his eyes. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think the bar had swallowed you whole," he teased, chuckling.

        Peter’s cheeks flushed slightly as he murmured, "Sorry about that, sir. The line was longer than I expected."

"Excuses, excuses," Richard said, leaning back and taking a satisfied sip.

         Victoria tilted her head toward Peter, lifting a delicate finger to gesture at the bottle of sunscreen on the small side table. "Be a dear and reapply for me, would you?"

         Peter nodded quickly, setting the tray aside and picking up the bottle. He squirted a generous amount of lotion into his hands, rubbing them together before kneeling beside Victoria. His hands worked carefully, gliding the cream over her back and shoulders, ensuring every inch of her skin was protected.

         "Don’t miss a spot," Victoria murmured, her voice carrying a note of lazy authority.

         As Peter worked, Richard smirked, leaning toward Victoria. "You know, I bet he’d be faster if he wasn’t so distracted by that little cage he’s wearing."

         Peter froze for a moment, his hands hesitating on Victoria’s shoulder. His face flushed deep red, and he stammered, "I-I’m not distracted,"

         Victoria chuckled, glancing back at him. "Oh, don’t be shy, Peter. It’s not like we don’t know. You’ve been locked up long enough to get used to it, haven’t you?"

        "I... I suppose so," Peter mumbled, his embarrassment evident as he focused intently on spreading the sunscreen.

          Richard laughed, shaking his head. "Suppose so? Look at him, blushing like a girl. Bet you’d be a lot more productive if you weren’t always so…pent up."

          Victoria smirked, reaching for her drink as she continued to tease. "And speaking of being productive, Peter, do you ever wonder what it’s like to be our productive little cuck? Watching us enjoy ourselves while you run around? It seems to suit you perfectly."

          Peter swallowed hard, his face bright red. "I-I just want to help," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

          Richard laughed, clearly enjoying Peter’s discomfort. "Help? Oh, you help plenty. But let’s be honest, you don’t do it out of duty, do you? You love it. Running around fetching drinks, applying lotion, and watching us... I’d say it gets you all worked up, but that cage makes sure nothing’s going anywhere."

           Peter’s hands trembled slightly as he finished applying the sunscreen, his mind racing. The faint pressure of the chastity cage only heightened the strange, electrifying mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through him.

           Victoria glanced at Richard with a playful grin. "Careful, darling. Don’t tease him too much. He might burst…well, metaphorically."

           Richard smirked. "Good point. Wouldn’t want our little cuck collapsing before we get to enjoy the rest of the day."

         When Peter finished, he stood awkwardly, brushing sand off his knees. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" he asked, his tone deferential.

        Victoria waved a hand dismissively. "Not right now. But don’t wander off too far. We’ll need you again soon."

          "Yes, queen," Peter said, stepping back and retreating toward the shade of the cabana, his cheeks still burning.

          As he walked away, Richard leaned toward Victoria with a grin. "You really know how to keep him in line, don’t you?"

          Victoria smirked, adjusting her sunglasses. "It’s a skill. And you? You’re perfect at helping him remember his place."

          They clinked their glasses and leaned back, basking in the sun as Peter hovered nearby, waiting for their next command.

          The room glowed warmly in the soft light of the bedside lamps. Victoria lay reclined against a pile of pillows, her silk nightgown slipping elegantly off one shoulder. Richard was beside her, shirtless, his hand lazily tracing circles on her arm. They looked completely at ease, their flirtatious laughter blending seamlessly with the cozy ambiance of the room.

          "Honestly," Victoria said with a coy smile, her fingers playing with the edge of Richard’s jawline, "you’re impossible to resist."

           "Impossible because I know what you like," Richard replied smoothly, leaning in to kiss her neck. His lips lingered, drawing a soft, pleased sigh from her as she tilted her head to give him better access.

           Across the room, Peter fidgeted nervously by the minibar, balancing a tray with two glasses of wine. The sight of his wife lying so intimately with Richard sent a rush of emotions through him—embarrassment, arousal, and a twinge of something he couldn’t quite define.

           "Peter," Victoria’s voice rang out, soft but commanding, as she lazily glanced over her shoulder. "Don’t just stand there. Bring us our drinks."

          "Y-Yes, queen," Peter stammered as his cock stirred inside the chastity belt, carefully carrying the tray toward the bed.

          As he approached, Richard smirked, sitting up slightly and propping his arm on a pillow. "Look at him," Richard said, his tone teasing as his eyes followed Peter. "Our little cuck, always so eager to serve."

          Peter flushed crimson, his hands trembling slightly as he handed Victoria her glass. "I-I just want to make sure you’re both comfortable," he murmured, avoiding their gaze.

          Victoria laughed softly, taking the glass and sipping delicately. "Oh, Peter, you’re so thoughtful. You really do make the perfect cuckold. Always fetching drinks, running errands... watching."

          Peter’s cheeks burned even brighter as he handed Richard his glass. Richard took it with an exaggerated, mocking flourish, his smirk widening. "He really does love watching, doesn’t he?" Richard teased, swirling his wine. "Though, I imagine it’s hard to enjoy too much with that cage locked up tight."

         Peter swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly. The mention of his chastity cage made the faint pressure even more noticeable, and the teasing tone in Richard’s voice sent a conflicting mix of humiliation and arousal through him.

         Victoria leaned back against Richard, her fingers lightly trailing over his chest. "He does get adorably flustered when you bring up the cage, doesn’t he?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement. Turning her gaze to Peter, she added, "Does it ache, darling? Knowing you can’t... relieve yourself, no matter how turned on you get?"

Peter looked at the floor, his voice barely audible. "I... I’m fine, queen."

         Richard chuckled deeply, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Fine? That’s not the word I’d use. But I will say this—you're one dedicated cuck. Running around, serving drinks, watching us... I'd almost think you enjoy it."

         Peter’s lips parted slightly, but he had no response. His embarrassment was written all over his flushed face, and the faint twitch of the cage beneath his pants betrayed the truth.

         Victoria smirked, exchanging a knowing glance with Richard. "He does enjoy it," she said with a playful shrug. "Don’t you, Peter?"

         Peter hesitated, his gaze darting between them. "I... I just want to make sure you’re both happy," he said finally, his voice trembling slightly.

         Richard laughed again, setting his glass aside. "Oh, we’re very happy. But it’s cute that you think this is just about us." He leaned in to kiss Victoria deeply, his hand cupping her cheek as she melted into him.

         When they broke the kiss, Victoria looked back at Peter, a satisfied smirk on her lips. “It is time for your test, Peter. Unless you’d prefer to fetch us something else?"

          "N-No, Queen. I am ready," Peter stammered, his voice barely above a whisper at the thought of finally getting to cum.

          "Good boy," Victoria said, her tone both teasing and affectionate as she turned back to Richard.

          Richard slid off the bed sheet revealing a massive thirteen-inch thick throbbing cock that made Peter’s stomach squirm.

         Sitting at the base of his cock was a keyring with the two chastity keys attached.

        Now, Peter. If you can get the keys with your mouth, we will unlock your chastity. So you will either have to deep-throat your way to the keys or make me cum and try get them off my flaccid cock. You have twenty minutes...

       Peter hesitated, his eyes fixed on the enormous cock in front of him—the one his wife had been enjoying so intimately. His face flushed with a mix of emotions as Victoria, lounging beside Richard, gently stroked Richard’s muscular chest. "Come on, Peter," she said softly, her tone both encouraging and teasing.

         "Be a good boy for us." Her words, paired with the way her fingers traced Richard's muscles, sent a clear message, leaving Peter feeling both humiliated and compelled to obey.

          Peter felt his cock squirm inside the chastity belt as if it knew it was close to cumming.

         Peter was so horny and had gone so long without cumming, he slide to his knees and began to take Richard’s enormous cock in his mouth.

          His head began to bop up and down on the cock but he could only take a few inches before he began to gag.

          Richard placed his hand firmly on the back of Peter’s head, his voice dripping with mock encouragement as he said, "Good cuck. Just relax your throat and take it easy." Peter’s face burned with humiliation, his cheeks flushing bright red as the words sank in, a stark reminder of his position.

         Peter began to relax his throat and several more inches of Richard’s cock worked its way down his throat but he knew he was nowhere near the base.

         Peter felt his technique improving, his movements becoming more confident. However, before he could dwell on it, Richard abruptly pulled his head away and said firmly, "That’s enough for now. Your time’s up. You’ll get another chance next month."

          "Next month?" Peter repeated internally, his heart sinking as the realization hit him like a wave. He would remain in chastity for several more weeks, the thought both frustrating and inescapable.

          Richard Stood up and pushed Peter down over the bed as he positioned himself behind Peter. Peter knew what was coming...

           Richard spat on his hand and worked his fingers inside Peter’s ass. He then began to slowly work his massive cock into Peter’s ass.

          Victoria repositioned herself so Peter’s face was right in front of her cum-stained pussy before she guided his face into it.

         Peter couldn’t believe what was happening. His boss, Richard, was fucking his ass while Peter licked Richard’s cum from his wife’s pussy.

        Peter was bright red as he felt the precum leak from the chastity belt followed by an easing sensation around his balls.

           Richard was milking him. Large amounts of cum were flowing out of the chastity cage, but Peter felt no orgasm.

Richard spanked Peter’s ass and soon got close to orgasm.

         Victoria was writhing on the bed as Peter worshipped her pussy as she watched her husband be fucked from behing.

         Soon Richard blew his load so deep in Peter’s ass, he felt like it was in his stomach.

Victoria screamed out Richard’s name as she orgasmed over and over.

         All Peter could do was continue worshipping her pussy as his cock remained locked behind the titanium chastity belt.

         Peter knew this was going to be the new norm in his life with his wife Victoria and his boss, Richard.

          And deep down Peter knew how much he preferred this to the old life he had with Victoria. He was going to be the best cuck he could be.