I made a mistake, one that I could never take back. I lost my job and I put the blame on our finances on her. I told her to get a raise. I told her to do whatever it takes.
Lara is my wife, fierce and fearsome. She has an intensity and dominance that appealed to me. I’d never seen her as anything but controlling and in control.
She wasn’t like that with him.
Lara was working late, she worked late a lot these days. I went to see her because I hadn’t seen her in weeks and because in my gut I knew that something was wrong.
She was on her knees for him, her hot and handsome boss towering above her. He was making her his.
Every inch of her craved him, made her give herself over to him. She submitted to him body and soul, and he took all of it as his due.
I’m watching it happen. I watching him take her from me.
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His hand was on that head, as she bobbed it on his cock, spearing him into her mouth with purposeful intensity, feeling him fill her.
It was enough to make me think that maybe it wasn’t her. Enough to give me a moments hope that maybe my marriage would remain intact.
Lara didn’t give blowjobs.
“That isn’t for me,” she’d told me, “I find it degrading. I’m not your little plaything to be used just for your pleasure. I’m your wife and I won’t do it.”
I’d never gotten a blowjob from her, not in the whole of the decade and a half that we’d been together. Not once had she ever been on her knees for me, but she was on her knees for him.
I felt nausea rising in my throat. Tight and hot I fought it down and felt it settle in the pit of my stomach.
My hands pressed against the ground, gripping the corner of the cubicle and holding my position I continued to watch as things reached the next level.
He pulled his hand back, lifting them off of her head in what was unmistakably and unspoken symbol between the two of them. That meant that whatever was going on between them it wasn’t new, it had been going on long enough for them to have the ability to speak without speaking, to indicate without words alone.
His hand pulled back to rest on his desktop and she rocked back on her heels, looking up at him with a gaze I couldn’t see and couldn’t begin to understand. I watched him nod at her and she rose to her feet, stepping to one side and revealing him fully to me.
His zipper was down and his cock was pulled out of it. It was slick with her saliva and smudged by her red lipstick and it was immense. Longer and thicker than my own considerable size, far more than I ever thought a cock could be.
It looked angry, throbbing and pulsing in the open air as if it was operating with a mind of its own, upset that its plaything had stopped her ministrations.
My Lara stepped up to him and dutifully worked. She unbuttoned and untucked his shirt, revealing the firm bare chest rigid with muscle beneath it. She peeled that shirt from his skin, neatly taking it over to a chair and draping it over it.
Then she did the same with his pants and his underwear, baring him until he was naked and fearsome.
And I saw that not an inch of him was not bursting with muscle. That his tan extended over his entire body and that there was a dusting of manly hair on him that she liked to play with, pressing her hands into them and feeling it and the body beneath it.
He gripped her, pulling her in tight to him and holding her close. His bulk pressed against her, overwhelming her and spinning her so that it was she that was pinned to the desk.
I watched this stranger ravage my wife, gripping and pulling at her body with a ferocity. He was like a wild animal taking her as his kisses made their way down her neck.
And for the first time I saw her face properly, eyes closed and basking in the feel of a real man giving her the pleasure she craved. Face flush and lipstick smeared.
For the first time I saw my wife undone, and what a sight it was to see.
He pushed her up to sit on his desk and she squealed with delight, letting him press her skirt up her thighs and part them as he slid between them.
I got only a momentary glance between her legs, seeing that she was bare and wet and ready for him.