Blowing Her Friend From Work — Year of Cuckold Humiliations #3

Her husband is forced to watch her flirt on a date, and then to watch videos of her going down on him in the restrooms

She pecked him on both cheeks and squeezed his arm. They held each other’s gaze like new lovers. His wife and some guy from her work.

He felt sick. She was about to punish him for cheating on her with the young intern at his own work. She was not allowed to move, and she’d ensured he had a perfect view of them. Her friend had no idea he was her husband.

He’d tried the defense for his infidelity that everyone had had her; she’d taken cock after cock on his desk. His desk. That might have been part of the problem. His wife had watched him fuck the young tramp hard in the ass. And it had just been him then. The rest of the office hadn’t yet been invited for their turn with her.

Mmmm, and perhaps Claire from HR joining in didn’t help his case. Or the intern being 30 years his junior. Or doing it all knowing his wife was in the same building at the Office Christmas Party.

He knew he deserved this, but seeing his wife flirt with another man was excruciating.

He ordered food but couldn’t eat. They ordered food and ate slowly. Giggling. She tapped his foot with hers. She slipped off her high heels and began to stroke her foot up his calf, then his thigh, eventually pushing it into his crotch.

His wife’s foot was pressing into another man’s erection. It had to be hard. His wife was very sexy, very alluring. He realised that now for the first time in years. Now, she was cheating on him, cuckolding him; he wanted her more than ever.

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For years now, he had been cheating on her. There wasn’t an intern he hadn’t fucked on that desk. Though the new one was the dirtiest of them all. And trips away with work had made it so easy.

Now, he was being force-fed his own medicine. If he didn’t watch, she would leave him, and that he didn’t want. She also promised to make it go on for a whole year. He didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he didn’t like it.

Or did he? As she massaged his cock with her naked foot, through his trousers, in a public place, he felt a stirring. He was getting hard! Despite himself, despite his desperate rage like jealousy, his dick was rebelling. His dick said, ‘You like your wife with another man, you low-down cuckold. It turns you on to be humiliated.’

He was going bright red and hoped no one would notice. He looked around at the others eating there to see if they had seen anything strange in their corner of the restaurant. Then he looked at the very young, busty waitress with the short, tight skirt. In Hamburg or Montreal, he would have slipped her a huge tip with a note containing his number and the simple words ‘I have a lot more.’ Eight times out of ten, he’d be on top of them later that night. He couldn’t do that no,w though.

Where have they gone? In a panic, he craned his neck at the window to see if they’d suddenly left. Nothing. That’s what comes of being distracted by young floozies. Would he ever learn? What had happened to them? Their coats are still there, you idiot, he thought, but why would they have gone to the restroom together…

Then he got a text:

Pay our bill

From his wife. No, please. No, thank you. She wasn’t rude normally. He hated it. His cock got harder.

He paid for all the meals and ordered another big glass of red wine he intended to down and then leave.

Just as the pretty waitress was coming up behind him with his drink, another text arrived. It was a video. He played it instinctively. She was blowing him! It was a bit shaky, a bit too close, but clear as day, she had another man’s long stiff penis in her mouth. She performatively licked and sucked and looked at the camera in the ten seconds he’d been given.