Cuckolded By My Boss & Wife Part 6

           The hum of computers and the faint clatter of keyboards fill the air. Most employees are eagerly packing up, their eyes fixed on the clock as it hits 5:00 PM. Peter sits at his desk, meticulously tidying up his workspace, hoping to make a clean escape for the weekend.

          Just as he grabs his bag, Richard strolls over, a stack of thick folders in his hand and a smirk on his face.

         “Ah, Peter. Just the person I was looking for,” Richard says, placing the folders on Peter’s desk with a dramatic thud.

         Peter looks at the pile, his heart sinking. “Richard, it’s Friday. You can’t be serious.”

         “Oh, I’m very serious,” Richard replies, folding his arms. “These need to be done today. And given how thorough you are, I thought you’d be perfect for the job.”

         Peter sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can’t this wait until Monday morning?”

           Richard raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “No, they need to be done today.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out two small, gleaming keys, dangling them in front of Peter with a knowing look. “But I don’t think you want to start complaining right now.”

            Peter’s eyes widen, his face flushing a deep red as he recognises the keys to the chastity belt in Richard’s hand. He glances around nervously to make sure no one else is watching.

          “We don’t want to lose these now, do we,” Richard says, his tone playful yet firm. “So, unless you’re keen on me making your evening a lot more...complicated, I suggest you get started.”

Peter swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

          “That’s what I thought.” Richard grins and sets the keys down on the desk with an almost theatrical flourish. Then, as if remembering something, he reaches into his other pocket and produces a neatly folded piece of fabric. He holds it out toward Peter.

          “Oh, and one more thing,” Richard says, his smirk turning positively devilish. “Victoria wanted me to give you this. She said it needs to be washed as it is covered in her and my cum.” He unfurls the item—a pink, lacy thong—and sets it gently on top of the stack of folders with stains all over it.

           Peter stares at the garment, his face going beet red. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbles, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over him.

            “Not kidding,” Richard says, his grin never faltering. “She was very insistent. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”

         Peter sits frozen in his chair, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else in the office has seen the exchange.

“Once you are done, meet Victoria and I at this hotel,” Richard replies casually, patting Peter on the shoulder handing him a card with a hotel address on it. “Now, be a good sport and get started. Oh, and Peter?”

“What?” Peter mutters through gritted teeth, trying to contain his frustration.

          “Make sure it’s perfect. I’d hate for us to have to revisit this later.” With a chuckle, Richard walks off, leaving Peter alone with the towering stack of work and the mortifying pink thong.

           Peter slumps in his chair, staring at the pile on his desk. “Happy Friday to me,” he mumbles under his breath, the blush still burning on his cheeks.

           Victoria lounges on the hotel bed, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of her lips as she taps out a message on her phone. She’s feeling the anticipation of the night ahead, and her fingers move eagerly over the screen.

Victoria: "I can’t wait for you to get here tonight 😏. I’ve been thinking about you all day...🔥"

She leans back, waiting for the reply, her pulse quickening. The phone buzzes in her hand, and she grabs it, her eyes lighting up as she sees his response.

Richard: "I’ll be there soon. Trust me, I’m looking forward to it more than you know 😘."

Victoria grins, unable to hide her excitement. She quickly types back, the playful tension between them rising.

Victoria: "You always know how to keep me on edge 😜. Better make it worth the wait...🍑"

She leans back, letting the message linger before tapping out her next one.

Richard: "Oh, I will. I promise you’ll be more than satisfied tonight 😈. Just a little longer..."

Victoria’s heart races as she imagines what’s to come. She can’t resist sending another message.

Victoria: "I’m already imagining it... You better bring that charm of yours 💋. I’ll be waiting 😏."

The phone buzzes again, and she picks it up quickly, knowing it’s coming.

Richard: "I’ll be there soon enough, don’t worry 😘. Just make sure you’re ready for everything tonight 👀."

Victoria feels her pulse quicken, knowing the night is about to get even more interesting.

Victoria: "Oh, trust me, I’m more than ready 💦. See you soon..."

Richard: "It’s going to be unforgettable, I promise 🔥. Be ready for me 💣."

Victoria grins, placing her phone down. She leans back on the couch, knowing that tonight will be exactly what she’s been looking forward to.

          The clock behind the front desk reads 11:00 PM as Peter walks into the quiet hotel lobby, his posture stiff and his expression nervous. The soft hum of late-night conversation from the nearby bar does little to ease the tension in his chest. Adjusting his jacket, he approaches the front desk, forcing a polite smile.

            The receptionist, a woman in her early 30s with a sharp gaze and a professional demeanour, looks up from her computer. “Good evening, sir. How can I assist you?”

         Peter clears his throat, his voice wavering slightly. “Uh, I’m looking for...a reservation under Victoria. My wife. She checked in earlier.”

          The receptionist types into her system, glancing at him with a slight smirk. “Victoria? Ah, yes. Room 512.” She pauses, her smile widening just slightly as her tone takes on a faintly teasing edge. “She and...her guest arrived about four hours ago.”

          Peter’s face flushes instantly, the words hitting him like a jolt. “Her guest?” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

          The receptionist nods, clearly enjoying his reaction. “Yes, a very large man. Muscular, striking, hard to miss. They looked like they were in a...celebratory mood.” Her eyes flicker over Peter, taking in his smaller frame, her meaning all too clear.

         Peter’s ears burn, and he stammers, “Right. Of course. That’s...uh, fine. Thank you.”

The woman’s knowing smile deepens. “Of course. Enjoy your stay, sir.”

            As Peter turns to walk toward the elevators, he can feel her eyes on him, the weight of her unspoken judgment settling heavily on his shoulders. His steps falter slightly as his thoughts race, a mix of embarrassment and dread churning inside him.

          When the elevator doors close behind him, cutting off the receptionist’s gaze, Peter exhales shakily, running a hand through his hair. The soft ding of the elevator as it begins its ascent does little to calm the blush still burning on his face. His cock strains against the titanium chastity belt.

           Back at the desk, the receptionist watches the elevator climb with a smirk, muttering under her breath, “Some people lead such...fascinating lives.”

          Peter finally reaches the room and knocks on the door, hearing Victoria’s sultry voice call out, "Enter!"

            As he steps inside, his breath catches. His wife is sprawled elegantly across the bed, draped in the most alluring red lingerie he has ever seen, every detail designed to captivate and tease.

         His cock immediately hardened within the chastity belt at the sight of his beautiful wife sprawled out on the bed.

          Richard walked out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a leopard-print thong, which did little to conceal his massive cock and balls, practically spilling out of the skimpy garment.

          "Right on time. I knew you wouldn’t be late, cuckold," Richard said in a teasing and confident tone, directing his words at Peter.

           Peter’s face flushed a deep red as Richard, in his commanding voice, told him to strip. The firm tone sent a shiver through Peter, making him blush even more. He knew it was time for play, even if he still felt a swirl of mixed emotions about the whole cuckolding dynamic.

         Once he removed his clothes he stood there in nothing other than the bright titanium chastity belt.

          Victoria praised him, saying he was being such a good boy for listening to Richard. Then, Richard took Peter’s hand and guided him over to the chair in the corner of the room.

           Peter immediately noticed a large ten-inch black dildo attached to the chair with a lot of white cum on it, probably Richards.

         Richard’s strong muscles helped turn Peter around as he guided him down onto the large black dildo. Peter whinced as the massive dildo began to work its way so deep into his ass, he felt it in his stomach.

         Next, Richard cuffed Peter’s wrists to the chair arms and his ankles to the chair legs. Then, walking around Peter, he instructed, "Open your mouth."

          Peter hesitated, unsure of what was coming next, but before he could react, a large red ball gag was pushed into his mouth. Richard quickly secured it behind his head, ensuring it was snug in place.

          Once secured, Richard gave Peter’s balls a squeeze and said, "These little balls are really of no use to anyone, cucky."

           Richard then walked over to the bed and placed the keys to the chastity belt on the wall above the bed before taking Victoria’s hand in his and climbing into bed with her.

          They then started to passionately kiss and hold each other as their hands explored each other’s bodies.

           Peter couldn’t believe he was here bound to the chair watching his wife and a massive muscular black man explore each other’s bodies like this.

           Slowly, Richard began to undress Peter’s wife as his tongue made its way deep down her throat and her hands rubbed his massive biceps and shoulders.

           As soon as she was naked, Richard pressed a button on his phone and the massive dildo inside Peter’s ass sprung to life and began to vibrate intensely. Peter groaned into the gag as he felt his cock harden against the relentless titanium.

          Soon Victoria had Richard’s hard cock in her mouth and was submissively sucking his cock as he held onto her head and spanked her ass with his other hand.

           Peter couldn’t believe he was seeing his wife be so submissive to another man. She had always been so dominant with Peter and never gave Peter blowjobs. Here she was sucking on moaning along as she deep-throated Richard’s massive cock.

           Peter felt so inadequate by the massive size of Richard’s cock, and how he was taking control of Peter’s wife. His eyes were drawn up to the chastity keys that were sitting on a hook above the bed. So close but so far out of reach.

          Soon Richard aggressively turned Victoria over and began to fuck her from behind like she was a rag doll. He slapped her ass and asked her, "who owns this pussy?”.

"You do," she panted out in ecstasy.

"Who owns this ass?”, he said as he spanked her again.

"You do," she screamed out as she neared orgasm.

          "You are such a naughty girl," he said as he pushed her head down onto the bed and furiously fucked and spanked her as she cried out in pleasure.

Soon she was screaming Richard’s name out as she orgasmed over and over.

          With little warning, Richard flipped her over and began to cum all over her face and tits. Peter couldn’t believe the volume of cum coming out of his cock.

           Peter’s face turned bright red. All the years he had been with his wife, and he had never heard her like that in the bedroom, nor had he ever seen her so horny and pleasured.

         The only thing that made Peter feel more emasculated was the piles of precum coming out the chastity cage as he watched on and the dildo continued its work on his ass.

         He knew this was only the beginning of his cuckolding. He looked back up at the chastity keys on the hook and wondered when would they ever release him.

          Richard got off the bed and walked over to Peter, gently stroking his hair as he said, "I don’t know how you ever let yourself get locked in chastity by your wife and cuckolded. I could never give up such a sexy woman to another man."

        "We have a long night ahead of us cucky. I plan on taking her anal virginity tonight as well”, he bragged to Peter.

Victoria giggled on the bed at the mention of taking her anal virginity.

          Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had begged her for years to let him fuck her in the ass and not only did she say no, he found her fucking him with a strap-on in response.

          Peter’s cock was trying to break out of the titanium chastity belt in response to everything Peter was hearing.

           "Now, don’t worry, cucky. You’ve been locked in chastity for a long time now, so I have plans for you to earn your release. Would you like that?"

          Peter couldn’t deny how turned on he was by this cuckolding. The cage was leaking and the thought of finally getting to cum nearly had him crying.

He nodded in response, and Richard and Victoria laughed.

"Good," Richard responded.

        Peter wasn’t sure what he would have to do to earn his release from chastity, but he was ready for whatever was going to happen next.