Office Desk: My Husband’s Boss Fucks Me While He Watches

The phone rings, and I’m on the line, listening to her voice. She’s at work, surrounded by the hum of office chatter and the click-clack of keyboards. But in my mind, I’m not just hearing her; I’m seeing her, leaning forward in her chair, a sly smile playing on her lips. She’s fully clothed, a picture of professionalism, but I know the truth. I know what she’s thinking, what she’s planning. Her words are casual, almost dismissive, as she mentions the ‘meeting’ she has later. A meeting with two cocks, she’d said, her voice barely above a whisper. I can almost see the NIC device in her hand, a symbol of her power, her control. She’s the one in charge, and I’m just the cuckold, waiting for the crumbs of her attention.

The Power of Her Secret: A Cuckold’s Reality

I hang up the phone, my mind racing. The office is a stage, and she’s the star. Her smile, her posture, everything about her screams confidence, a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. And what she wants is two cocks, not just one. I’m just the cuckold, the one who cleans up after her, who listens to her tales of conquest. But I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride, knowing that she’s mine, even if she’s sharing herself with others. The office is her playground, and I’m just the spectator, watching from the sidelines, waiting for the next act to unfold. Her power is intoxicating, and I’m just the cuckold, drunk on her control.