My Wife and Her Boss
When my ex-wife and I were still dating, several years before we got married, she was a nanny for a single father who lived on Long Island. She would spend the weekdays in the Hamptons at his house with him and his children and the weekends in the city with me.
One night, they started fooling around. She kissed him and gave him a blow job, but he couldn’t get an erection because of coke dick, so they weren’t able to have intercourse. I’ve always felt vindictive satisfaction that he couldn’t get hard enough to fuck her. Serves the bastard right for trying to fuck my girlfriend! Even though she had slept with other men prior to that with my consent, I considered what she tried to do that night with her boss cheating because we hadn’t talked about it in advance and it wasn’t with my consent, and we almost broke up because of it.
A few months later he asked her to go with him to Los Angeles for the weekend to take care of his children while he attended to business matters. They would all stay in a fancy downtown hotel, but in separate rooms. At least that’s what she told me. She and I talked about it, and she promised nothing would happen with her boss while they were there. When she got home after the weekend, I asked her whether anything had happened between her and her boss, and she swore repeatedly it hadn’t.
Do you believe her? I don't. I'm a cuckold, so here's what I hope happened.
I hope they went for drinks the first night they were there, and he seduced her, and she couldn’t resist him. I hope he fucked her that very first night. I hope he got her to cheat on me. I hope she liked cheating on me with him. I hope he fucked her the entire weekend and that she never told me. I hope she lied to me when she denied that anything happened that weekend. I hope she had great sex with him all weekend while I was sitting at home alone. I hope he fucked her and didn’t care what I thought about it. I hope he liked cuckolding me. I hope he got off on it.
I hope this was his plan all along. That this was the reason he invited her to go Los Angeles with him. I hope his plan was to get her away from me and take her from me. I hope his plan from the start was to seduce her and fuck her. To get her to cheat on me. I hope the reason she agreed to go to Los Angeles with him was to have sex with him without me knowing. I hope she went to Los Angeles with that intent even though she swore to me she wouldn’t. I hope she wanted to fuck him so badly that she lied to me to my face. I hope she had been fantasizing about fucking him ever since that first night she tried to sleep with him, but he couldn’t get it up. I hope she went to L.A. with him because it was her chance to finally get what she had wanted for so long. I hope she didn’t care how much it would hurt me if I ever became aware of what they did that weekend. I hope she knew how much it would hurt me if I ever found out and did it anyway. I hope for that weekend she chose him over me.
I hope she spent the nights in his room, not hers. In his bed, not hers. I hope she had amazing, mind-blowing sex with him all weekend, over and over. The kind of sex she never had with me. I hope he gave her more pleasure than I did. I hope he satisfied her in ways I couldn’t. I hope his dick was bigger and better than mine. I hope he fucked her better than I did. I hope she told him he fucked her better than I did. I hope he laughed at me when he heard that. I hope she laughed at me when she told him that.
I hope she slept with him even though I didn’t want her to. I hope she slept with him even though she promised me she wouldn’t. I hope she broke her promise to me. I hope he made her break her promise to me. I hope she didn’t care about her promise to me. I hope he was so charming and irresistible that she couldn’t resist him and didn’t really try. I hope she didn’t care what I wanted. I hope he didn’t care what I wanted. I hope she didn’t think about me all weekend. I hope he made her forget all about me that weekend. I hope she was his, not mine, for the weekend. I hope that for weeks after she got home when she and I had sex, she was imaging it was him, not me.
I hope they didn’t use condoms. I hope he fucked her raw. I hope he came in her pussy over and over. I hope he fucked her in the airplane bathroom on the flight home and that I ate his creampie out of her when she got home. I hope she told him she was going to feed me his creampie later that night, and that he laughed about that. I hope I ate his cum out of her pussy, and he thought it was funny. I hope she liked making me eat his creampie and the fact that I had no idea I was doing it. I hope I ate his creampie and never knew.
What do you think? Did he take my girlfriend to Los Angeles and have sex with her all weekend, and I never knew about it?
One night, they started fooling around. She kissed him and gave him a blow job, but he couldn’t get an erection because of coke dick, so they weren’t able to have intercourse. I’ve always felt vindictive satisfaction that he couldn’t get hard enough to fuck her. Serves the bastard right for trying to fuck my girlfriend! Even though she had slept with other men prior to that with my consent, I considered what she tried to do that night with her boss cheating because we hadn’t talked about it in advance and it wasn’t with my consent, and we almost broke up because of it.
A few months later he asked her to go with him to Los Angeles for the weekend to take care of his children while he attended to business matters. They would all stay in a fancy downtown hotel, but in separate rooms. At least that’s what she told me. She and I talked about it, and she promised nothing would happen with her boss while they were there. When she got home after the weekend, I asked her whether anything had happened between her and her boss, and she swore repeatedly it hadn’t.
Do you believe her? I don't. I'm a cuckold, so here's what I hope happened.
I hope they went for drinks the first night they were there, and he seduced her, and she couldn’t resist him. I hope he fucked her that very first night. I hope he got her to cheat on me. I hope she liked cheating on me with him. I hope he fucked her the entire weekend and that she never told me. I hope she lied to me when she denied that anything happened that weekend. I hope she had great sex with him all weekend while I was sitting at home alone. I hope he fucked her and didn’t care what I thought about it. I hope he liked cuckolding me. I hope he got off on it.
I hope this was his plan all along. That this was the reason he invited her to go Los Angeles with him. I hope his plan was to get her away from me and take her from me. I hope his plan from the start was to seduce her and fuck her. To get her to cheat on me. I hope the reason she agreed to go to Los Angeles with him was to have sex with him without me knowing. I hope she went to Los Angeles with that intent even though she swore to me she wouldn’t. I hope she wanted to fuck him so badly that she lied to me to my face. I hope she had been fantasizing about fucking him ever since that first night she tried to sleep with him, but he couldn’t get it up. I hope she went to L.A. with him because it was her chance to finally get what she had wanted for so long. I hope she didn’t care how much it would hurt me if I ever became aware of what they did that weekend. I hope she knew how much it would hurt me if I ever found out and did it anyway. I hope for that weekend she chose him over me.
I hope she spent the nights in his room, not hers. In his bed, not hers. I hope she had amazing, mind-blowing sex with him all weekend, over and over. The kind of sex she never had with me. I hope he gave her more pleasure than I did. I hope he satisfied her in ways I couldn’t. I hope his dick was bigger and better than mine. I hope he fucked her better than I did. I hope she told him he fucked her better than I did. I hope he laughed at me when he heard that. I hope she laughed at me when she told him that.
I hope she slept with him even though I didn’t want her to. I hope she slept with him even though she promised me she wouldn’t. I hope she broke her promise to me. I hope he made her break her promise to me. I hope she didn’t care about her promise to me. I hope he was so charming and irresistible that she couldn’t resist him and didn’t really try. I hope she didn’t care what I wanted. I hope he didn’t care what I wanted. I hope she didn’t think about me all weekend. I hope he made her forget all about me that weekend. I hope she was his, not mine, for the weekend. I hope that for weeks after she got home when she and I had sex, she was imaging it was him, not me.
I hope they didn’t use condoms. I hope he fucked her raw. I hope he came in her pussy over and over. I hope he fucked her in the airplane bathroom on the flight home and that I ate his creampie out of her when she got home. I hope she told him she was going to feed me his creampie later that night, and that he laughed about that. I hope I ate his cum out of her pussy, and he thought it was funny. I hope she liked making me eat his creampie and the fact that I had no idea I was doing it. I hope I ate his creampie and never knew.
What do you think? Did he take my girlfriend to Los Angeles and have sex with her all weekend, and I never knew about it?
4 months ago