I deserve to be shamed.
My wife is gorgeous, way out of my league. I was a failure at everything, I didn’t deserve her. I was about to lose my job, but an opportunity to save it came up. My boss was handsome and strong, he was in control.
How far was I willing to let this go? Could I sit back and watch my wife with my boss? If being shamed is such a bad thing then why did I like it so much?
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I stared at him, struggling to comprehend exactly what was on offer here. Exactly what it was that he wanted.
I knew it was everything.
And I knew I couldn’t say no.
My shoulders slumped as I nodded my head, defeat evident in my body language.
We traded positions, him getting to his feet and me slumping into my chair. When he stood I saw him in all of his glory, and there was no denying it. He was enormous.
I watched him as he stripped the clothes from his body, slowly and deliberately removing each piece of clothing while his gaze drifted from one of us to the other.
He knew that he had us in his thrall, but for very different reasons.
For me it was intimidation plain and simple. I’d always been intimidated by him, he’d always maintained control over our relationship. So when I found my wife on her hands and knees in front of him I couldn’t help but bend, couldn’t help but let him take control.
He was an alpha and with a single move he had taken control of everything in my life.
For her it was lust. I could tell that it was because she was practically drooling. I mean I had to admit he was attractive. As more and more of his body was exposed it became apparent just how built he was. All those hours and days and years inside of the gym had given him a body that looked like it was carved from solid wood. It looked hard and firm, with muscles that rippled and showed off his physique. The only flats on him were his pecs, wide and firm. The rest of him was ridged with muscle, corded and tight and twitching with his every movement.
And then there was his cock, swinging and heavy between his legs. It glistened slightly in the light, wet with my wife’s saliva. His cock was long and thick, twitching and pulsing between his legs as he moved. The veins bulged on his thick shaft, his head pulsed as he looked my wife up and down.
She went to him as he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her hard right there in front of me. Her hand slipped between them and I could tell from her movements that she was stroking him, feeling up and down the length of his shaft.
“I want more than just a blow job,” he said, eyes locked on hers.
Her smile said just how thrilled she was at that news, “With a cock like this I don’t think I’d be able to say no.”