My unfaithful wife’s office routine

I always thought that our marriage was a fortress. Anna and I got married seven years ago. She is the image of an ideal wife. Anna is a slender brunette with brown eyes, long legs and beautiful third-size tits. I`m a modest engineer in an IT company, and she is a manager in a large import company. «The boss is strict, but fair!» she said returning home with a bottle of wine and a tired but satisfied look.

But everything changed that evening when I decided to pick her up from a corporate party. It was late. I parked at the entrance to the hotel where the banquet was taking place. Anna was the last to leave, and next to her was her boss Marcus. A tall, muscular African American.

He was wearing an expensive suit that hugged his athletic body. He hugged her around the waist. And it was too intimate and tight. He whispered something in my wife’s ear. And she laughed. I froze in the car, my heart pounding like a drum.

At home, she said she’d had too much to drink, and we went to bed. But sleep wouldn’t come to me. The next day, I took her phone while she was in the shower. I knew her password. It was our wedding date.

The messages from «M» started pouring in: «Babe, yesterday was awesome. When’s it coming again?» And then a photo: my wife on her knees in his office, her lips wrapped around his thick black cock, her eyes full of lust.

Then another video: Marcus from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her rhythmically and deeply. «You’re my slut, Anna!» And my wife moans: «Yes, master, fuck me harder!»

I sat there for almost an hour scrolling through the chat. A whole year! It all started on a business trip to Istanbul. «He invited me to dinner. He’s so confident, not like my Stan. And his cock… God, it tore me apart. I came three times that night,» she wrote to her friend in a chat that I also found.

Then they met at a hotel in the center of our city, in his apartment, even in our bedroom when I was on a business trip! «I brought your panties. I put them on myself while I was jerking off thinking about your pussy.» he wrote to my wife!

Memories flooded back. How she began to stay late more often, supposedly for negotiations. How her body suddenly blossomed, her nipples darkened, her hips rounded. I thought it was from happiness. But it was him and his sperm, his hard fucking. I remembered finding condoms in her bag some time ago. But we hadn’t used them for a long time, she said then: «for safety.» Now it’s clear: for him.

I didn’t make a scene right away. I sat in the kitchen while she cooked dinner, and looked at my wife with a different look. When we went to bed, I pressed her to me.

• Tell me how he fucks you? – I whispered. She froze.
• Stan, I’m sorry.

She wanted to say something. But my fingers slid to her pussy. And she was wet. Then I entered her sharply imagining his dark skin on her white, his thickness stretching her. She screamed digging her nails into my back. I was jerking her pussy.

• Harder, like him. – she screamed. And I came growling with rage and excitement.

The next morning she begged her for forgiveness. But I knew she would return to him. Marcus is not just a boss, he is her secret king. And me? I`m part of this story now. I wrote to him last night: «I know everything. And I want to see!» The answer came a minute later: «Come to the office. I will show you how she likes black.»

I was standing at the door of his office. The door was ajar. My wife is on the table, her legs spread, his black cock entering her slowly and deeply. «Look, hubby! He’s better than you!» she moaned. Then Marcus smirked and picked up the pace. His balls slapped against her skin. I stay there and watch. And in this pain, my strange relief. The year of lies is over. The truth has begun.