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Christmas Party CuckholdingI haven't always been a cuckold,I used to get really defensive/aggressive whenever I saw my then fiancé being chatted up by other guys and the thought of her even just kissing a guy on the cheek made me feel really jealous, she just always told me to pay no mind to the attention she gets because she's my woman and no one else, but the day I put a wedding ring on her finger, it all changed. I began to accept the fact that my gorgeous wife relishes in the attention she gets from guys, even going as far as to openly flirt back with them right infront of me whenever we were at a bar or sitting down in a public space, and it wasn't just casual cheesy flirting either, it was full on, unashamedly steamy stuff!At first it made me seethe, seeing the woman I love, adore, and worship, almost taunting me over the fact that she loves to flirt, but the more it happened the more accepting I felt about it.It even turned me on knowing that other guys could and would fuck her brains out given half the chance. In all that time though, she never went no further than giving the guys a kiss on the cheek and a small whisper of affection into their ear.She told me that was just to tease them, but in truth, it felt like I'm the one being teased.One fateful night though, truly changed my married life forever.I was at the office Christmas party with my darling wife. She was looking absolutely stunning in a tight sky-blue/black sequinned dress that went down to just above the middle of her creamy thighs. Her smooth long shiny black hair d****d down her shoulders and back. Her small yet thick ruby lips glistened. Everyone's heads turned to her the moment we walked in through the door. I could see all my colleagues and co-workers were undressing her with their eager hungry eyes. Even some of the ladies were blown away by her beauty!We were all having fun, chatting and joking, and of course the usual was happening, every guy was taking it in turns to approach my beautiful wife and flirt with her, she flirted back.An hour had passed, me and my wife had walked away from the makeshift dance floor in the canteen, a little out of breath having danced to a fast-pace song.*quot;You're a great dancer, babe.*quot; I complimented her, kissing her soft cheek.*quot;I know.*quot; She grinned, *quot;You see that guy other there, he was so checking out my ass during that!*quot;*quot;Was he?*quot; I reply looking over to the attractive guy she had pointed to, who was still dancing.*quot;Yeah, you think I should go over to him and grind my ass against his crotch?*quot; She asked, turning to me with a cheeky smile on her gorgeous face.*quot;Ok.*quot; I softly answer, shocking myself really, I actually wanted to say no.*quot;Bet I can make him grow a big bulge in his pants!*quot; She giggled, giving me a wink.*quot;Yeah, I bet...*quot; I sighed and watched as she strutted back over onto the dancefloor.She started dancing so sexily, softly swaying her curvy hips, he immediately reacted, placing his hands onto those swaying hips of hers and pulled her body close to his. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy hitting me in the pit of my stomach as I watched. She d****d her arms over his neck, pulling his face so close to hers that they could smell eachothers breath. Their lips, so close to touching, they may as well have been kissing. I just stood there staring from the sidelines.She turned around, bending over ever so slightly, and began gyrating and grinding her beautiful plump butt all over his crotch. As she did that, she looked strait over to me, softly licking her lips and gave me a very cheeky wink. Obviously taunting me.*quot;Hey, er- Bob, is it?*quot; I was suddenly distracted by a familiar voice and a firm hand being placed heavily onto my shoulder. I turned around, a little startled, and saw my boss.*quot;Er- yes it's Bob, sir, how are you sir?*quot; I spluttered out.*quot;I'm good thanks, how are you?*quot; He responded with a smile beaming from his chubby face.*quot;Um, fine thanks, sir.*quot; I reply, turning my gaze back to my dancing wife.*quot;Are you here alone?*quot; He asked, looking around the room and smiling at his other employees.*quot;No, sir, I'm with my wife.*quot; I answer.*quot;Oh yes, Casey isn't it?*quot; He returned.*quot;Um, Chrissy, sir.*quot; I corrected him.*quot;Ah, Chrissy, of course, where is that lovely lady of yours?*quot; He asked.My wife was still bent over grinding her ass against the lucky guy on the dancefloor, who was now playfully slapping her buttocks like a bongo drum in time to the pounding music.*quot;Er... Over there, sir.*quot; I pointed towards my wife, my cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as my boss's dark brown eyes narrowed onto my wife and her dance partner dancing steamily like that.*quot;Oh I say, she's a game bird, isn't she?!*quot; He chuckled heartily.The song came to an end, and another slower song started up, and with that, my wife turned back round to face the guy and, clutching his necktie in her hand, pulling his face close to hers, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered something into his ear.He smiled in delight at her, and carried on dancing as she made her way back over towards me.*quot;This must be the delightful Mr. Richardson!*quot; She crowed as she laid eyes on my boss.*quot;Bob tells me all about you!*quot; She reached her hand out to shake his.*quot;Ah, good things, I hope!*quot; He chuckled as he took her hand in his and held it up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.*quot;He never told me just how much of a gorgeous strumpet his young wife is!*quot; He beamed, staring deep into her eyes.*quot;Oh stop!*quot; She coyly giggled, placing her fingertips to her grinning lips.I have indeed told my wife all about my boss, mainly how much of an asshole the guy is!He's always riding us employees hard, making us work long overtime shifts without any extra pay, he's got us all on minimum wage, he's very misogynistic towards the ladies in the office, slapping their asses when he walks by and making really rude and crude remarks to them. I'm sure he's slept with plenty of them too and they agree to it out of fear of losing their jobs. He's a real nasty piece of work, but to everyone on the outside world he's just a charming friendly fellow, that's how he's able to get away with it. That, and the fact he's a powerful businessman with lots of friends in high places. Anytime someone has tried to take him to court he's came out smelling of roses while they've been made to suffer.He's married but has a string of mistresses and harlots who are on his beck and call. He doesn't just use Escort bayan his money to influence women, he's also not a bad looking guy, he may be 50 years old but he's always been in great shape, he's gotten a little bit stocky in his later years but unfortunately that's just made him appear more healthy and attractive to the opposite sex,and now here he was, charming and flirting with my wife, and she's totally buying it!*quot;Hey, Bob, the reason I came over to talk to you is that I have some paperwork for you.*quot;He began to explain to me.*quot;Really? At the Christmas party?*quot; I groaned under my breath.*quot;What was that?*quot; He asked.*quot;I said, sure thing, sir.*quot; I lied. He handed me some papers he had been clutching behind his back.*quot;Just photocopy 50 copies of these, mark them, and put them on my desk, hop to it lad.*quot;*quot;Right away, sir.*quot; I groaned, taking the papers.*quot;And don't worry about your pretty wife, I'll keep her company!*quot; He winked at her, she blushed.I was grumbling madly to myself as I headed off to the nearest photocopier in the building.I walked into the little room which had a photocopier machine in it, there was a little crowd of guys in suits and a couple women standing around it, laughing loudly.I excused myself past them and saw the reasons behind their jovial laughter. Mrs Richardson, the boss's wife, was sitting on top of it, with her grey skirt, hitched up over her hips.The machine is making its loud functioning noises as paper after paper spluttered out the side, showing the lady's buttocks pressed flat against the screen.*quot;You want a copy too, huh, darling?*quot; She grinned at me, as the others laughed.She could easily be described as a true definition of a MILF, she's in her middle 40s but my word is she attractive! She's got shoulder length blond hair, a very beautiful face, albeit with some wrinkles, she's got a very flattering hour-glass figure for a woman her age. She's a known cougar, often shacking up with young studs whenever she pleases. She's a very hot lady, and one that would chew up and spit out any man that takes her fancy.I have to admit, I got a little hard looking at the photos of her delightful derriere as they spluttered one by one from the machine. She leaned over, picking up the photos and handed them out to the gathering crowd. That's the thing about her, she may nearly be reaching her 50s but she's always up for teenage fun and japes!*quot;Here you go, sweetie.*quot; She smiled, handing me a picture.*quot;Oh, thank you, Mrs Richardson.*quot; I grinned, taking the photo.*quot;Oh don't call me that! Call me, Eileen.*quot; She smiled.*quot;Thanks, Eileen.*quot; I returned.*quot;Well go on, don't get greedy now, you're only getting one!*quot; She laughed.*quot;Oh no, sorry, I don't want more, I just got to use the machine. Your husband wants these papers photocopied.*quot; I explained.*quot;Pfft! That old fart got you working at a party, huh? Typical.*quot; She rolled her hazel eyes.*quot;Tell you what, if you want to use this machine, you're going to have to pay the toll!*quot;She grinned seductively, the small crowd around us uttered out a *quot;oooh*quot; cheer.*quot;What's the toll?*quot; I asked, a little nervously.*quot;Come closer, and I'll tell you.*quot; She winked, some of the crowd wolf-whistled.I leaned my face closer to hers.*quot;Closer.*quot; She softly whisper.I leaned closer.*quot;Gotcha!*quot; She suddenly crowed, grabbing my neck with her hands and planting a big wet smooch onto my lips. I was shocked and startled as I felt her warm wet tongue pushing past my lips.I'll never forget the sweet taste of her tongue as well as the taste of the wine she had been drinking. She over-emphasised a loud moan as she kissed me. I didn't react, I certainly didn't kiss her back, I was a newly-married husband and would never cheat on my wife.I managed to pull myself away from her lip-lock.She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed.*quot;This one's a good'un!*quot; She cheered to the crowed who were laughing and cheering me on.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.*quot;Ok, I paid the toll, now may I use the machine?*quot; I softly asked.*quot;Where's your manners, young man? Try asking me again, and this time use 'please'.*quot; She beamed with a grin.*quot;Please, Mrs Rich- I mean, Eileen, may I use the machine please?*quot; I pleaded.*quot;Umm... Try again?*quot; She replied, looking up at the ceiling in thought.*quot;Please, please, pretty please, pretty please with a cherry on top?*quot; I played along.*quot;Um... Ok! See, that wasn't so hard, was it?*quot; She grinned and looked at the small crowd of people who laughed along with her.The machine made a small beep.*quot;Oh, looks like you're going to need more paper, sugar.*quot; She looked down and then smiled at me.I picked up some blank paper from the paper tray by the side of the machine, and got down on my knees infront of the machine to put the paper in. I was kneeling down right infront of her.*quot;Ooh, he's a keen one!*quot; She crowed, pulling her legs open which were dangling infront of me as she sat on top of the machine.*quot;He's only just kissed me, now he wants to lick me out! Go slow, tiger!*quot; She groaned and purred, grabbing my hair in her hands trying to push my face into her open crotch, making the crowd burst into laughter. I felt so embarrassed.I quickly put the blank paper into the machine and stood up.*quot;Was that it? You're as bad as my husband, he only dares to go down there for a few seconds!*quot;She laughed along with the crowd.I just shyly smiled.*quot;Don't worry, I'm getting off, I don't think that paperwork will be worth as much with my ass on it!*quot; She joked as she got off the machine.*quot;Thank you, ma'am.*quot; I politely say, as I place the paperwork onto the screen where her ass had just been.*quot;You're welcome, you're so polite, must be a mummy's boy!*quot; She chuckled as she adjusted her skirt.I began copying the paperwork as Eileen and the small gathering of people headed out the room, still laughing and joking amongst themselves.Once I done the papers, I marked them with a pen, just a simple numerical order and arranged them.Finally, after I was all done, I made my way to my boss's office.I walked passed a couple slightly drunk guys.*quot;You seen that slut the boss has pulled?*quot; I overheard one of them say to the other.*quot;Oh yeah, fuck she's a real fit bird! Wish I was the boss so I could get to pound on that hot piece of ass tonight!*quot; His mate replied.*quot;Poor girl.*quot; I thought to myself, *quot;chugging on his dick tonight, eww no thanks!*quot;I got into the elevator and headed up to the top floor.I Bayan escort got out and made my way over to the boss's big posh office.I reached his big fancy wood-carved red door, and could hear the feint sound of him groaning in pleasure. I felt awkward about wether to knock or not, I didn't want to disturb him.I hesitantly decided to knock.*quot;Who's there?*quot; came the impatient reply.*quot;It's Barkley, sir. Bob Barkley, I got those papers you wanted done.*quot; I replied.*quot;Oh, very well, come on in.*quot; He responded gruffly.I nervously opened the door, not really knowing what to expect to see.I was pleasantly surprised, I could only see my boss sitting behind his desk in his big black leather chair.*quot;Ah, is that the papers all done?*quot; He asked, with a somewhat strained expression on his face.*quot;Yes sir, all done, as you asked.*quot; I replied, walking over to his desk.I could see he was looking pretty tense, and his left eye kept subtly twitching.He let out a very soft but noticeable sigh.*quot;Thank you.*quot; He reached out and snatched the papers from my hand.I suddenly realised I could hear soft slurping noises coming from under his desk, and even softer feminine moans.*quot;Oh, I beg your pardon sir, I'll just be on my way.*quot; I quickly excused myself.*quot;Nonsense, lad, I'm nearly done here.*quot; He grinned and looked down, reaching his hand down his front as well.I didn't know where to look, I was so anxious to get out of there.*quot;Tell you, ahh, what, why don't you get out a bottle of my finest whiskey from the cabinet there.*quot;He suggested, reaching into the drawer beside him pulling out a small key. He threw it to me, I was so nervous I fumbled it around in my hands before getting a hold of it properly.I hesitantly walked over to the drinks cabinet by the side of the room. I unlocked it and opened it up. My boss let out a restrained groan of pleasure.*quot;You love that, don't you?*quot; He whispered sharply to the woman below.*quot;That's it, eat it all up, ahhh...*quot;I grabbed the bottle of whisker and looked nervously to my side.*quot;Clean me up.*quot; He very softly instructed. He was panting a bit as I put the bottle down onto the leather-bound desktop.*quot;Lick me clean, and you can join us for a drink.*quot; He softly spoke, looking down.*quot;Yes, sir.*quot; was the gentle reply. I thought I recognised that voice.He already had some drink glasses on the desk, and I poured out 3 drinks for us.*quot;Merry Christmas.*quot; He said, grabbing his drink and taking a big sip.*quot;Merry Christmas, sir.*quot; I returned, and took a small sip from my glass. I don't like whiskey but I just quickly swallowed it and tried to hide my disdain for it.*quot;Probably how the girl felt swallowing his cum!*quot; I thought to myself.*quot;Come on, you can wash that down with a drink.*quot; He instructed to the girl under him.As she stood up, my jaw nearly hit the ground.Standing up behind his desk, was none other than my wife!She wiped some white slimey cum off her chin with her finger and then licked her finger.*quot;Hi honey.*quot; She calmly smiled at me.I didn't really know what to say, I was so shocked and jealous, and upset.*quot;You never told me your boss had a nice big thick tasty cock.*quot; She giggled and licked her lips.*quot;How would I know if he did?*quot; I asked bitterly in reply.*quot;Don't be rude now, Bob, it's not very nice being rude to your superior.*quot; She scolded.*quot;I quite agree, apologise to me this instant.*quot; My boss demanded.I felt a little trapped, I didn't want to lose my job, so I just submissively accepted it.*quot;I'm sorry, sir.*quot; I apologised. I couldn't quite believe that I had just apologised to the guy who my wife has just sucked off!*quot;Good,*quot; He replied sharply, and I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled up, he then stood up,*quot;you have a very good wife here, that was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had!*quot;He bragged with a chuckle.*quot;I wouldn't really know...*quot; I quietly revealed, seeing as she's always shied away from giving me one.He stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, softly massaging them. She picked up her glass and sipped on it.*quot;That went down nice and smooth with a good rich flavour,*quot; She said, turning her head slightly back to face him, *quot;and this whiskey is pretty nice, too!*quot; They both shared a small chuckle.*quot;How much do I pay you, Bob?*quot; He randomly asked.*quot;Minimum wage, sir.*quot; I answered.*quot;Oh no, that won't do at all, I'll triple that!*quot; He beamed.*quot;Uh, thank you sir.*quot; I replied in shock.*quot;No not you, lad!*quot; He responded with a hearty laugh, *quot;I meant for your wife, I'm giving your job to her.*quot;*quot;Oh my really?! Thank you, sir, that's very kind of you!*quot; She grinned, turning around to face him, planting a big kiss onto his cheek. She then turned back round to face me.*quot;Isn't that wonderful, hon?*quot; She crowed happily.*quot;Sure baby, but what about me?*quot; I puzzled, feeling a little dazed.*quot;Oh I have no use for you any more, not when I got this fine piece of ass around the office!*quot;He remarked, giving her ass a good smack.*quot;Ooh!*quot; She jolted and chuckled.*quot;Wha-?*quot; is all I could muster to say.*quot;You're fired, son, pack up your things and leave.*quot; He coldly stated.*quot;You'll have to forgive him, sir,*quot; My pretty wife began to her new boss, *quot;he's a little dim.*quot;*quot;Yes, I've no idea what I was thinking hiring him in the first place...*quot; He remarked.I just bowed my head, submissively accepting my fate.*quot;First order of business, bend over for me!*quot; He instructed my wife.*quot;Oooh yes sir!*quot; She eagerly agreed, bending forward laying over his desk.He pulled her short skirt up over her hips, revealing her gorgeous well-rounded firm yet smooth to the touch bumcheeks in a little blue thong, he then pulled her thong down around her thick creamy thighs. I looked and watched as he ran his thick fingers around on her, touching and caressing her as she closed her eyes and gently bit down on her lower lip.*quot;If you want severance pay, lad, you'll just stand there and watch this.*quot; He looked up and told me.*quot;Aww he's such a nice guy, isn't he babe?*quot; My wife looked at me and asked.*quot;Yeah he is.*quot; I submissively agreed.*quot;Sounds like you don't want it?*quot; He stated.*quot;Oh no, I do, sir.*quot; I quickly replied, needing the money.*quot;How bad do you want it?*quot; He asked, sounding a little impatient, and unzipping his flies.*quot;Very bad, sir.*quot; I answer, watching as he pulled his pants down, his cock well hidden behind my wife's curvey frame of her buttocks.*quot;Beg me for it.*quot; He calmly demanded.*quot;Oh please sir,*quot; I sighed and began to beg, *quot;please give it to me sir, please, Escort please, please...*quot;I noticed as I was begging, he had pushed his stiff hardened cock into my wife's beautiful warm wet pussy. My wife let out a soft moan of pleasure.*quot;Ahhh you want it so bad, don't you?*quot; He asked breathlessly.*quot;Yes, sir.*quot; Me and my wife both said in unison, much to his delight.He started thrusting away, my wife jolted forward on the desk with every thrust.I could only stand there and watch as he ploughed my wife good and proper.She moaned and groaned in pleasure.*quot;Ahhh fuck yeeaahh...!! Shit you're good!! Ooooh fuck!*quot; She cried aloud as he pounded away.I notice my cock swelling in my pants, I wanted so bad to join in, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed, not without permission at least. If I had known on my wedding day that I would have to ask another man for permission to fuck my wife, I would have reconsidered!But it's too late now, I'm a cuckholded husband and that's my deal in life.*quot;C-c-can I join in, sir?*quot; I asked breathlessly, desperate to fuck my wife.*quot;No.*quot; Came is quick reply. My wife giggled at how pathetic I sounded.For a 50year old man, he sure had plenty of stamina. He pounded my wife's pussy from behind so good and hard for 15mins strait. She was loving every minute of it, he even made her cum a couple times. I've never been able to make my wife cum with my cock, I could only ever manage it with a good long licking out. He was a true stud and knew exactly what he was doing.Fuck, I felt so envious!Finally, he pulled his large thick throbbing cock that was just dripping with my wife's juice out of her, and with a couple of strokes, he shot his load of thick creamy cum all down over her ass crack.*quot;Ahhhh fuck...*quot; He sighed in relieved pleasure.*quot;Ahhhh yeah that's my big manly boss, you feel all good now, sir?*quot; She cooed, sounding so motherly to him.*quot;Ahh shit, yeah I do!*quot; He beamed with a big smile.*quot;What a woman!*quot; He looked at me and stated proudly as he smacked my wife's bare bumcheek with the palm of his hand. She jolted and giggled, enjoying it.*quot;You got something to say to him now, babe?*quot; She looked at me and asked. I instinctively knew what she meant by that.*quot;Um, thank you for fucking my wife real good, sir.*quot; I submissively replied. He just chuckled.*quot;Before you pack up your things and leave, Bob, you got some cleaning up to do.Get over her and clean this up.*quot; He instructed, pointing to my wife's beautiful ass.I walked over behind the desk, as he moved back pulling up his pants and zipping the fly.*quot;Well go on, there's a good lad, clean it up.*quot; He grinned, looking down his nose at me.I looked and saw all the creamy thick white cum caking my wife's plump buttocks, most of it was pooling around on her crack and slowly dribbling down into the crevice of her pink wet slits.*quot;Oh god.*quot; I thought to myself with a shudder. I obediently got down onto my knees behind her, as I heard my wife softly giggle to herself and invitingly swayed her hips from side to side.I held the tip of my tongue out, and leaned forward. I softly ran my warm wet tongue over the warm slimey smooth skin of my wife's bumcheek, licking up the salty cum.I almost gagged, I never ever thought I'd be tasting that old git's cum.I forced myself to overcome my gag-reflex, and continued to lick.Within a minute, I had cleaned her bumcheeks, now for the crack.I ran my tongue slowly and purposefully down the ridge of my wife's surprisingly hot to the touch bumcrack, and stuck my tongue deep into the white slimey pool of cum that has formed right around her rim. I lapped it all up like a cat with milk. My wife softly moaned as she felt the tip of my tongue tickle her little tight cream-covered hole. Eventually, I had cleaned it spotless.I then ran my tongue down from her crack, licking up the thin trail of cum as I did, and licked her sweet wet shiny pussy lips clean.*quot;Get in good and deep.*quot; She instructed me, reaching round to hold her bumcheeks apart, spreading her very moist pussy lips slightly apart in the process. I forced my tongue into the small warm watery opening of her pussy hole and licked the silky walls clean. I felt her warm pussy juice wetting up my lips as I pushed my tongue deep inside.*quot;See what you can achieve when you work hard at something, son?*quot; My former boss mocked.*quot;Ysh sha.*quot; I spluttered out a messy submissive reply with my tongue still deep inside my wife.*quot;Alright that's enough.*quot; He suddenly stated, *quot;Go on lad, I want you out of my building in 10minutes or I'll call security.*quot;I was quietly shocked at his sudden forceful demand.I quickly and obediently got up off my knees.*quot;Go on, leave already, your wife's got to work a long hard shift tonight!*quot; He smiled pervertedly.*quot;Ooh lucky me! I look forward to serving you in any way I can, sir.*quot; She looked over her shoulder at him, winked and grinned.*quot;I understand, sir.*quot; I submissively stated, and headed out the door of his office, trying to hide my throbbing bulge in my pants. I felt the warm wetness of my precum soaking into my boxers.I went down to my office as I heard the pounding music from the canteen faintly thud around the walls. Everyone was having a good time, if only they knew what I had just went through.I packed up the few things I had in my small office cubicle, put it all into a box, picked it up and carried it out of the building with me.My wife was meant to drive me home but now I had to hail down a taxi and pay for the ride home.When I got in, I rushed to put my box of items down, grabbed some tissues and quickly got out of my clothes. I laid back on my marital bed, and began to jerk off with the memories of tonight still fresh in my mind. I kept replaying the sight of my wife taking a good hard pounding from my former boss. The look of pure pleasure on her gorgeous face as his big thick junk forced her pussy to cum. The sound of their skin slapping together with every thrust.The smell of their sweat and sex filling the air around me.The taste of his cum up as I licked it off of her most intimate crevices and holes.And then I started imagining just what he was doing with her now and making her do to him in that office. All kinds of dirty thoughts raced through my mind, and then my phone beeped.It was a text message from my wife:*quot;Dont w8 up x*quot;I couldn't hold on any longer, with just a few pumps, I was cumming all over my hand.I felt so pathetic, there I was cumming alone into my hand on my marital bed while my former boss was no doubt cumming into my wife's warm velvety pussy. I felt so jealous and envious too.But most of all, I felt so good!It was like finally finding my true self.I knew then that I am a cuckold husband, and very happy to be one!