Cuckold Fiction: Cuckolded for Promotion

When I came home from work & told Julie that I had to go out of town for the weekend, a business trip, she looked a bit disgusted, yet then I mentioned she was welcome to join me, & we could unquestionably use the time away together, just quiet, romantic moments to share between us. She smiled again & jumped at the chance, telling me she would shop for a couple new dresses the next day & have our bags packed & ready by early Friday morning, that way no rush on getting to the airport on time. Even though Julie & I had been having some marital issues for quite some time, neither of us really brought it up, thinking if we didn’t mention it, it didn’t really exist, so this weekend would be a tremendous time to bring back our dating days & obtain a little wild.

As promised we were walking out our front door at 9am sharp, heading for the airport & then a couple of hours in the air would put us at our destination. My business was just an informal obtain together at the home of a man we were hoping to bring on board as one of our clients, he had money, a lot of it, & he was never selfish in rewarding those he thought was beneficial to him. So, on Saturday Julie would accompany me to the gala event & I was sure her beauty would sweep every man there off of their feet. Even though I loved what was inside of her, it was no secret that her outer beauty was the first thing to catch my attention. Her honey colored hair had a natural wave & curl to it that gave her the girl next door look, a few freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose & aqua colored eyes, unquestionably spoke volumes for her loveliness. From there it just continued with perfection, her waist was trim & curved in all the right places, her breasts were a desirable 34C, & she loved wearing bras with the nipples cut out, allowing her a bit of freedom while still having support was what she always said. Her legs were long, & her butt extremely tight, yes, I’d say I had myself on hot wife that most men would envy.

As our plane touched down we scrambled to obtain the carry on bags & then off to obtain the rest of our luggage. Mr. Spivey, the man we were trying to woo had sent a car for us, & even though we had made arrangements for a motel room, he insisted we stay at his mansion, a huge, sprawling estate that anyone could easily obtain lost in. For Julie & I, we were  bit disappointed because our plans had been for a bit of unruly actions over the next couple of days & now we felt as though we’ll have to tone down our plans.

Walking through the front door we were both in awe of our surroundings, everything was not only beautiful, yet polished, shining & looking as though it must have cost a fortune. My Spivey was there to greet us, & I noticed he was giving Julie some lingering looks, the sort that show the excitement in his eyes & I wasn’t sure just how I felt approximately that. Even though I call him, Mr. Spivey, he’s actually only approximately eight years older than Julie & I, so unquestionably young enough to strike a chord for her, if she had been that type of hot wife.

After dinner we went into one of the formal living rooms for a drink & conversation, we had agreed no business discussions until tomorrow’s meeting, so it was just a social evening. Music lightly filtered through the air & Mr. Spivey asked if I would mind him dancing with my wife, not if she’s alright with it was the only response I could think of, after all, we were trying to woo him. He held her close….very close, & I knew underneath her dress she wore a bra that left her nipples exposed, I could see how much they had hardened & wondered what she was thinking. Her breasts are extremely sensitive & many times over the past few years of marriage I’ve brought her to an explosive orgasm just by licking & sucking on her nipples. He pressed complex against her, I could see her eyes starting to look a bit glazed & her hips were grinding back against his own in a special rhythm. I began to shift on the sofa a bit, thinking I might ask to cut in, yet I didn’t want to offend him. Finally, after noticing his hands were wandering to the low cut of her back, then to the top of her tight ass, I decided to take back what belonged to me.

I stepped up to them both & lightly tapped him on the shoulder, smiling & said, “I think it’s my turn.” Much to my surprise his tone, expression & actions were completely different & he informed me that it would be Julie’s choice. I turned to my wife with a questioning look on my face, & all she could say was, “Ronnie dear, let me complete this dance & then we’ll have some time together.” So, feeling somewhat rejected & confused, I went back to the sofa & do my drink. That dance led into two more & then finally I saw them parting ways, he left the room & she came to sit next to me on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, was it from the exertion or the arousal? “Ronnie, I want to tell you something, & I want to make it quick, my mind is made up, so don’t try to alter it.” “You & I have been having issues for a long time, we both know it, & this is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt so excited & aroused, & I don’t want the feeling to stop. I’ve been whispering in Howard’s …err….Mr. Spivey’s ear that I could feel his throbbing huge cock pushing against me, & Ronnie, now I want to feel it inside of me.” With that she received up & left the room.

I sat with my mouth hanging open & wondering if that really happened. I took the last swallow of my drink & set out to find her. Going up the long staircase I could hear sounds from the room on the right, I opened the door & there was Julie, on the bed, on her knees & sucking his mammoth cock like a person that hasn’t had sex in years. Her jaws were stretched tightly around his width, she was forcing the inches into the back of her throat & all I could think was how she never went after my own dick with such passion. His hands were fondling, pulling, tugging & twisting her nipples & I could already see the clear pussy juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes & saw me standing in the doorway, & pulling his cock from her lips she said, “Sit down, I want you to watch, that will turn me on.” At that moment I knew what it felt like to be a cuckold husband, & it happened so quickly, yet apparently it was something that Julie has been thinking of for a long time, she was too comfortable with it.

Mr. Spivey turned to look at me & through his complex breathing he uttered, “Ron, if you want my contract, which will mean a huge boost for you up the corporate ladder, you’ll not only let me fuck your hot wife, yet you’ll be a satisfactory cuckold & sit down like the lady said & watch us.” I don’t know if it was shock or selfishness, yet I did as he said. I sat in the huge overstuffed chair next to the bed, watching his many thick & pulsating inches driving deeper & deeper into her sweet pussy hole.

As promised, I did obtain the contract, I was promoted & once a month we go back to see Mr. Spivey, courtesy of his own private jet & I sit, like a satisfactory cuckold husband, watching him banging my wife with a fornicating fury.

15 thoughts on “Cuckold Fiction: Cuckolded for Promotion

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