Cuckolded By My Boss & Wife Part 3

         Peter stood at the sink, diligently washing dishes in a bright pink apron tied snugly at his waist, matching pink rubber gloves covering his hands. The setup was Victoria’s idea—she’d insisted his casual clothes were getting ruined by dish soap, and though he’d tried to argue, her pointed glare and the ever-present ache of his chastity device silenced him quickly. He scrubbed a plate furiously, the tight, frustrating cage around him an unrelenting reminder of his situation.

          The sound of her shoes on the tile made him pause. Victoria strode into the kitchen, her confident air turning his frustration into a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She was wearing a tight red gym outfit, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, her ponytail swinging as she adjusted the strap of her bag. Peter’s breath hitched as he caught sight of her, and the ache between his legs grew unbearable.

“You’re still at it? Good. Pink suits you,” she teased, sipping from a water bottle.

           He gritted his teeth, refusing to meet her amused gaze. Her approving tone sent a fresh wave of frustration through him.

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to get it done,” he muttered, scrubbing harder.

          Victoria stepped closer, the scent of her perfume mixing with his rising heat. Her eyes flicked over his apron and gloves, her smirk widening.

“See? You’re more efficient when you look the part. Besides, it’s cute.”

           Peter’s jaw clenched. The word cute burned almost as much as the relentless pressure of the chastity device. He glanced over his shoulder, his voice tight.

“Where are you going in that?”

She grinned, running a hand down her hip. She leaned in, lowering her voice with a teasing glint in her eye.

          “Focus on the dishes, Peter. Maybe you’ll earn my approval—and who knows? If you’re good, I might even think about asking Richard for the keys. Someday.”

          With a final smirk, she turned and walked out, her tight outfit leaving him flustered and painfully aware of his cage. Peter sighed, gripping the sink harder, the sound of her laughter echoing as the tension inside him threatened to boil over.

            Peter stood at the sink, rinsing the last of the dishes after preparing lunch, the pink apron and gloves he wore feeling more humiliating than ever. His chastity cage throbbed painfully, his cock straining futilely against the unyielding device. Every move reminded him of its presence, the aching frustration building by the second. Victoria’s earlier comments about Richard still swirled in his mind, feeding a potent mix of jealousy and arousal.

          The front door opened, and Peter stiffened as he heard the sound of shoes against the floor. Moments later, Victoria appeared in the doorway, her gym clothes clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Her face was flushed, her ponytail slightly tousled, and she had an air of satisfaction that only made Peter’s stomach tighten further. She looked incredible, and the sight of her sent a fresh surge of heat through him, worsening the ache in his cage.

         “Phew, what a session,” she said brightly, tossing her gym bag onto a chair. “You wouldn’t believe who I ran into at the gym today.”

Peter didn’t have to guess. The name was already on the tip of his tongue.

“Richard,” he said flatly.

          Victoria’s grin widened as she grabbed a towel and wiped her neck, her every move casual and confident.

         “Exactly! He was such a sweetheart. I was struggling with my squats, and he came right over to show me proper form. Honestly, Peter, I’ve never felt my legs burn like that before. It was amazing.”

            Peter swallowed hard, his fists tightening around the edges of the sink. The strain in his cage grew unbearable, the mix of jealousy and her teasing tone sending his frustration to new heights.

“Don’t you think it’s a little... much? Spending all that time with him?”

             Victoria tilted her head, feigning innocence as she leaned against the counter, her towel draped over one shoulder. Her voice was light, but there was an unmistakable edge of amusement beneath it.

           “Much? Oh, Peter, don’t be silly. We just keep bumping into each other. He’s just helping me improve my technique. You should’ve seen him. He’s so strong, so confident—he really knows what he’s doing. It’s not every day you get advice from someone that impressive. You’d love him if you gave him a chance.”

            Peter’s cheeks burned, his jealousy flaring hotter with every word. The idea of her working so closely with Richard, someone she clearly admired, twisted in his chest.

“Sounds like you’re... pretty impressed with him,” Peter said bitterly.

          Victoria shrugged, an amused smile playing on her lips. She reached over and playfully tugged at the bow of his pink apron.

          “Well, why wouldn’t I be? He’s got everything—strength, discipline, ambition. And he was so sweet about showing me the proper way to lift. You could learn a thing or two from him, you know.”

           Peter’s breath hitched, his cage pressing cruelly against him as her words stoked the fire of his humiliation and frustration. He struggled to keep his composure, but the ache in his loins made it impossible to think straight.

“Yeah, well, he sounds very invested in helping you,” he muttered.

           Victoria chuckled, stepping closer as her eyes gleamed with amusement. She placed a hand lightly on his chest, her voice lowering into a teasing purr.

           “Maybe he is, Peter. But can you blame him? He’s just so talented... and those arms. Let’s just say, if anyone’s going to teach me, it might as well be someone like Richard.”

           Peter froze, the jealousy and humiliation swirling in his chest leaving him speechless. Victoria leaned in, her lips brushing against his cheek as she whispered.

           “Oh, and one more thing. Richard has the necklace now. I invited him over for dinner tomorrow night as a thank-you. Don’t worry—I didn’t forget about you.”

           With a wink, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, her laughter echoing down the hallway. Peter stood frozen, his heart racing and his cage throbbing painfully as the weight of her words sank in. His fists clenched in the pink gloves, and he turned back to the sink, scrubbing furiously to distract himself from the storm of emotions inside him.

            When Peter was finished the dishes, Victoria came into the kitchen and took his hand. Peter’s heart raced as Victoria led him into the bedroom, her grip firm and confident. She had barely spoken on the way up, but her wicked smile and the lingering scent of her sweat and perfume told him she was in control—and she knew it. As the door shut behind them, she turned to face him, her gym clothes clinging to her damp, toned figure.

“Strip,” she commanded, her voice calm but unyielding.

             Peter hesitated for a moment, his face flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. The tight pressure in his chastity cage was unbearable, the mere sight of her making it worse. When he didn’t move quickly enough, she stepped closer, tugging at the bow of his apron with a smirk.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Peter. Off with it.”

            Swallowing hard, Peter obeyed, fumbling to remove his shirt and pants. Victoria watched with a sly grin, her gaze sweeping over his exposed body, pausing at the chastity cage locked tightly around him. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she reached out, running a finger teasingly over the device.

            “Look at your cock and balls,” she murmured, tilting her head. “So small, so... helpless. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but it’s hard not to make comparisons.”

            Her smirk widened as she straightened, crossing her arms. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

           “Richard, on the other hand... well, he’s just so big—everywhere. Those arms, those legs, and, from what I saw today at the gym... something else.”

            She giggled softly, her eyes locking with his as his face burned with humiliation. Peter’s hands trembled at his sides, his cage straining painfully as jealousy and arousal warred within him.

              “You should’ve seen it,” she continued, almost dreamily. “His gym shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination. I couldn’t help but notice. But don’t worry, Peter. I’m still happy with my little... helper.”

            Peter whimpered, his words caught in his throat as Victoria gave him a playful shove, guiding him back onto the bed. Before he could process what was happening, she retrieved cuffs from the nightstand, her grin widening as she began securing his wrists and ankles to the bedframe.

          “Spread-eagle,” she cooed, tightening the straps. “Just how I like you—completely under my control.”

           Once he was bound, Victoria climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist as she leaned over him. Her hair fell around her face, her flushed skin glowing in the soft light.

            “Poor Peter,” she teased, her hands trailing down his chest, stopping just above his cage. “You must feel so... horny. But that’s okay. You’re here for my pleasure.”

            Her fingers grazed over the cage, cupping his caged balls gently but firmly. Peter gasped, his breath hitching as the touch sent a fresh wave of arousal surging through him.

            “Feel that?” she murmured, her voice a mix of mockery and seduction. “That’s all you get, Peter. Locked up and frustrated, just the way you belong. But don’t worry—I still have a job for you.”

            She shifted, moving up until she was kneeling above his face. Her gym shorts and top were quickly discarded, leaving her bare and glistening with a mix of sweat and satisfaction.

            “Let’s see if that tongue of yours can make itself useful,” she purred, brushing her fingers lightly against his cheek. “And remember, Peter... no mistakes. Or maybe I’ll just ask Richard to hold onto the necklace for a few months!”

           Before he could respond, she lowered herself onto his face, her laughter echoing through the room as she took complete control. Peter’s muffled groans filled the air, a blend of submission and desperation as she held him firmly beneath her.

         Peter began to worship her wet pussy with all his pent-up sexual frustration. He used every technique he knew to make Victoria go wild with pleasure.

         As he worked his way deeper into her pussy with his tongue, Peter noticed a salty taste to her pussy, but didn’t have much time to think about it as she grabbed his hair and told him to keep going.

          He had rarely seen Victoria this horny as she began to ride Peter’s face to orgasm after orgasm calling out Richard’s name as he focused on sucking her clit.

         She began to convulse as she had multiple orgasms on Peter’s face and all he could do was keep sucking on her clit as his cock raged inside the steel chastity belt.

         Peter couldn’t believe his wife was repeatedly calling out Richard’s name as Peter sucked her clit and worshipped her pussy. He felt so emasculated and humiliated all while being so horny from worshipping his wife’s pussy.

         The next day Peter stood in the kitchen, wearing a pink apron tied snugly around his waist and matching pink rubber gloves. He prepared dinner in this humiliating attire, a constant reminder of how far his role had shifted in the household. He couldn’t shake the feelings of emasculation and jealousy, especially with Victoria’s casual mentions of Richard’s athleticism and dominance. Every time she spoke about him, it felt like a jab at Peter’s inadequacy. But he kept his head down and focused on the task at hand, desperate to avoid conflict.

           When the doorbell rang, Peter's stomach twisted. He wiped his gloved hands on the apron and nervously walked to the door. Opening it, he found Richard standing tall and confident in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding the authority and masculinity that made Peter feel small in comparison.

           “Evening, Peter,” Richard greeted with a smirk. His presence filled the room as he stepped inside without hesitation.

          Victoria appeared moments later, her face lighting up as she approached Richard. Her warm, flirtatious hug lingered just long enough to make Peter feel like a third wheel in his own home. He forced a polite smile, but the knot in his stomach tightened as he led them to the dining room.

          Victoria gestured Richard toward the head of the table. “Richard, you’re the guest of honour. Please, sit here.” Peter felt emasculated as Richard was seated at the head of the table in his own house.

          Peter busied himself serving dinner, trying to ignore the playful banter between his wife and Richard. Every laugh, every lingering glance, made Peter feel more emasculated.

         “Peter, this is excellent,” Richard remarked as he tasted the food. “Victoria must have you well-trained.”

          Victoria laughed, placing her hand on Richard’s arm. “Oh, you have no idea. He’s a quick learner—so obedient.”

           Peter’s face burned with embarrassment. He swallowed hard, feeling exposed under their teasing words. Victoria leaned closer to Richard, her voice dripping with amusement. “Peter, did I tell you about Richard’s workout routine? It’s incredible. I told him you might want some tips, seeing as he’s so... disciplined.”

           Richard chuckled, his gaze locking onto Peter with a smirk. “Discipline is key, Peter. Maybe Victoria and I can help you out there.”

           The comment sent a wave of humiliation through Peter. He clenched his fists under the table, desperate to keep his composure. Victoria seemed to revel in his discomfort, leaning back with a teasing smile.

           “Richard is just so much more… muscular and masculine,” she said, her words hanging in the air. “Don’t you think he could teach you a thing or two, Peter?”

            Peter’s throat tightened. He stared at the table, his silence amplifying the power dynamic in the room. Victoria and Richard continued their banter, their flirtation leaving Peter feeling utterly powerless. The playful dominance in their exchange made it clear who held the upper hand, leaving Peter to stew in his frustration and emasculation.

             As the dinner conversation turned lighthearted again, Richard reached into his jacket pocket with a confident smile and produced a small, elegant box. He slid it across the table toward Victoria, whose eyes lit up with curiosity.

            “What’s this?” she asked, her tone teasing as she picked up the box and opened it. Inside lay her broken necklace, now expertly repaired and glimmering under the light.

             “I had it fixed for you,” Richard said casually, as if it were no big deal. “Figured it was the least I could do after hearing how much it meant to you.”

            Victoria’s face softened into a warm smile. “Richard, this is so thoughtful of you. Thank you!” Without hesitation, she leaned in and hugged him, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. Then, as a gesture of gratitude, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

            Peter froze where he stood by the table, his cheeks flushing a deep red. His heart sank at the sight of his wife showing such affection toward another man. It wasn’t the hug or the repaired necklace that stung—it was the kiss on Richard’s cheek, so casual yet so intimate. The gesture made him feel like an outsider, powerless to object.

            Victoria pulled back from Richard, beaming as she held up the necklace to admire it. “It looks perfect,” she said, her voice full of genuine appreciation. Richard gave her a smug smile, casting a brief glance in Peter’s direction as if to silently emphasize his role in the evening’s dynamic.

           Peter swallowed hard, his hands tightening into fists beneath the tablecloth. The humiliation was palpable. His wife had just kissed another man in their home, and he could do nothing but stand there, the pink apron and gloves adding insult to injury.

          When dinner was over, she wrapped her arms around Richard’s neck in a warm hug, making sure her breasts pressed softly against his chest as she thanked him for being her workout teacher and for fixing the necklace.

           Richard pulled her into the hug, his voice low and playful as he whispered, "I’m happy to be your teacher anytime."

            Peter stood there, his face flushed with embarrassment as they completely ignored his presence, acting as though he wasn’t even in the room while his wife embraced another man. He felt his cock twitch as his wife practically draped her body over his boss.

          Once the door was closed Victoria walked passed Peter without acknowledging him and went upstairs to their bedroom.

         Peter called after her, nearly in tears, saying, "The keys weren't on the necklace when Richard gave it back to you!"

         "Oh, really?" Victoria replied with a smile. "I didn’t realize. Hopefully, he hasn’t lost them," she teased. "Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll message him and ask what happened to the chastity keys."

         Victoria removed her dress and looked down at the wet patch on her panties. Flirting with Richard in front of Peter had turned her on so much. She was nearly had several orgasms from the jealously and embarrassment on Peter’s face during dinner.

       She began to play with ehrself as she messaged Richard.

Victoria: Hey, Richard. Thanks again for fixing my necklace and getting it back to me so quickly. You’re the best. 😘

Richard: Thank you so much for the wonderful dinner. You’re welcome! I’m glad it’s good as new. Anything for you. 😏

Victoria: Well, there’s one little thing I’ve been meaning to ask... 🤔

Richard: Uh-oh, what’s on your mind? 😬

Victoria: What happened to the keys on the necklace? 🔑

Richard: Keys? Oh, those... I must’ve forgotten them when I was getting it fixed. Why?

Victoria: Hmm... They were important to me. 😏

Richard: Okay, now you’ve got me curious. What exactly are those keys for? 🤨

Victoria: Well... they’re for Peter’s chastity belt. 😈

Richard: Wait... Peter’s what? 😳

Victoria: Yep. His cock has been locked up tight ever since I gave you the necklace to get fixed. Guess he’s stuck that way for a while now. 😜

Richard: So, I’ve been walking around with keys to your husband's chastity belt this whole time and didn’t even know it? 😂

Victoria felt her panties dampen as she revealed to Richard he had the keys to her husband's chastity belt.

Victoria: You’re not the only one who’s been a little... forgetful. 😏

Richard: Well, this is unexpected. 😅 Looks like I’ve got something very important in my possession.

Victoria: I’m sure you’ll look after them. But don’t take too long... Peter’s getting a little impatient. And so am I… After our gym session, I really need a hard cock in my tight wet pussy 🥵

Richard: Don’t worry. I’ll look after Peter’s keys for you keys once I retrieve them.

Victoria: Thanks... I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it worth your while. 💋

           Peter climbed into bed cautiously, the questions swirling in his mind too heavy to ignore any longer. Victoria was lying comfortably against the pillows, engrossed in her phone, her expression relaxed. Summoning his courage, he finally spoke up.

"Victoria," he started, his voice uncertain but steady.

          She looked up from her phone, her eyebrow arched in curiosity. "What is it, Peter?

         He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Do you... have a crush on Richard? I mean, you've kissed him twice now."

           Victoria didn’t answer right away. Instead, she set her phone down on the bedside table, giving Peter her full attention. A faint smile played on her lips as she shifted to face him.

"A crush?" she repeated, her tone teasing. "Is that what’s bothering you?"

          Peter nodded, his face reddening. "It’s just... I don’t know. The way you act around him—it feels like there’s something more there."

Victoria leaned closer, her smile turning playful. "Peter, are you jealous?"

           He avoided her gaze, tugging at the corner of the blanket. "No, I’m not jealous," he mumbled. "I’m just... confused, that’s all."

          Victoria chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Oh, Peter. You’re so adorable when you’re flustered."

          As she spoke, her gaze dropped, and she noticed the chastity cage leaking against him. A bead of precum glistened, visible even in the dim light of the room. Her smile grew, taking on a mischievous edge.

            "Well, well," she said, her tone turning teasing as she pointed at the evidence. "Is all this because of me... or the thought of me with Richard?"

          Peter’s eyes widened in alarm, and he shook his head quickly. "No! I’m just... horny, that’s all. It has nothing to do with Richard."

           Victoria’s smile didn’t falter as she reached out, trailing a finger down his chest. "Oh, really?" she asked, her voice low and amused. "Because this—" she gestured to the chastity cage and the precum seeping out, "—says otherwise. The precum doesn’t lie, Peter."

         Peter stammered, struggling to find the words to defend himself. "I-It’s not... I mean, I wouldn’t—"

            Victoria silenced him with a light laugh, leaning back against the pillows. "Relax, Peter. You don’t have to admit anything. But maybe," she added with a sly grin, "you should think about why you’re so worked up."

              Her teasing lingered in the air as she returned to her phone, leaving Peter to stew in his thoughts, his face burning with embarrassment—and something else he couldn’t quite deny.