Temptation at Work - Chad's Story

This is the last in this series, finally giving Chad's view. I think it's obvious at this point what the opinion of this series will be, but it'll be interesting for me none the less. For those that read through all three, I appreciate your time, especially since some either didn't like, or couldn't relate. Once again, just to be clear since some people didn't seem to realize when I posted the first one, this is a cuck story.

This is part of a multistory series. Each story is designed to work as a standalone, but is also told from the perspective of each of the three characters. With that in mind, they each have a slightly different feel to try and account for each character's feelings and personality. The woman's is the longest. The last to be uploaded will be the shortest, having cut out a lot of the timeframe that didn't really involve him anyways. That one also fills in some gaps that were intentionally left out from the other stories. I'm curious if there's any interest in a series where it's told from multiple perspectives. It's a lot of work to line up timelines and conversations for continuity, so I'd love to hear feedback in the comments. Enjoy! Hopefully :)

Chad sat on the couch watching the game when he heard Lucy's car finally pull up in front of the house. She had stayed late at work with Mike, preparing for a big presentation the next day. His chest tightened as he thought about how much it seemed like she enjoyed working with him.

As Lucy strode in, her heels clicked on the wood floor. She wore a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, the fabric tight against her curves, and as always, looked stunning, even in work attire, making the fact she was with Mike all the more prominent in his mind.

"Hey, honey," he said, turning down the volume on the TV. "How'd your day go? Feeling ready for tomorrow?"

She offered him a weak smile. "Yeah, everything's taken care of. It was just a long day."

Chad stood up, pushing the coffee table away with his foot as if inviting her to sit down next to him. "Do you want something to eat? I could make you a sandwich or something."

Lucy shook her head, "No, I'm really not hungry. I just want to get out of these clothes and get some sleep. It's been a day." She turned and began walking toward their bedroom, leaving Chad to watch her go.

He called after her, "Are you sure you don't want something? I could bring you up a cup of tea."

Without turning around, she replied, "No, really, I'm fine. I just need to clean up and get out of these clothes. See you in a bit."

Chad sighed and turned back to the TV, though he couldn't concentrate on the game. He heard the shower start up in the bedroom and tried to keep his mind off the idea of her having stayed late at work yet again. There was no denying that she was a beautiful woman and that Chad was lucky to have her, but over the last year or so, they seemed to be drifting apart.

Chad knew he played a part in that. He wasn't happy at work and it was just a job to him. Combine that with her drive and his feeling like he was letting her down, just made him feel like less than the man he was when they married.

He looked around the living room, his eyes landing on a framed photo of them from a vacation a few years back. They were laughing, arms wrapped around each other, with the ocean waves crashing behind them. He remembered that trip vividly, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy. Her laugh had always been infectious. He loved her deeply, he just wasn't feeling the chemistry he used to. Her dominant personality tended to overpower him, making him feel like he was being bossed around, as if he were still at work.

Chad knew he should be more proactive with her. He tried to be supportive and loving in every way, always aiming to make her laugh, but he couldn't seem to find the that old spark. His sex drive just wasn't what it was these days.

Their sex life used to be quite active, but now it felt like a rare occurrence that he could barely muster the energy for. He knew she was frustrated, and he felt it too, he just didn't know how to spark that fire again for himself.

After a while, the shower stopped, and Lucy coming down the stairs. She wore a t-shirt and shorts, her makeup wiped clean, and even then there was no denying how naturally beautiful she was.

Chad looked up from the couch as he took her in. "You look better," he said, trying to keep his voice light.

She smiled and flopped down next to him on the couch. "I feel better. What is it about a good shower?" Lucy said, running her fingers through her damp hair. "God, today was rough. Mike and I were in the office until just after you called, getting everything ready."

Chad raised an eyebrow. "Mike, huh? You two seem to be spending a lot of time together lately." He didn't naturally distrust his wife, and he honestly liked Mike, but there just seemed to be something different about her on the days she was working with him.

Lucy rolled her eyes dismissively. "Come on, Chad, you know it's just work. He's been a great help with this presentation."

Chad leaned back into the couch, trying to hide the insecurities that wanted to creep into his voice. "Yeah, I know. It's just... he seems to bring out a different side of you, you know?" He wasn't trying to accuse her, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Lucy looked at him with a serious expression. "What do you mean, 'a different side'?"

Chad hesitated, not wanting to come across as jealous or accusatory. "I don't know, it's hard to explain. You just seem... energized around him," he finally said. "More alive, I guess."

Lucy sighed, leaning back against the couch with her arms crossed. "I don't know what you want me to say, Chad. I've worked with Mike for years, and he's been really helpful with this presentation. That's it. There's nothing more to it."

Chad nodded. "I know, I know. It's just... I feel like there's something you're not telling me." He was trying to be careful to not push to hard, but he couldn't let go of the notion she wasn't being entirely honest with him. He could see the hesitation in Lucy's eyes.

She looked away, her fingers playing with the hem of her t-shirt. "Chad..." she started, and he could hear the unease in her voice, causing his own stomach to sink. "We've been... flirty, Mike and I. But that's all it is, flirting. Nothing's happened, I promise."

Chad's heart clenched, but he tried to keep his voice steady. "Flirting. What does that mean? Since when?" He had suspected something, but had nothing to go off of, other than the change in her attitude recently.

Lucy took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "The last few weeks, I guess. But we used to always flirt in the past too and nothing ever came of it then, and nothing has now. It's harmless, really. It's just... he makes me feel alive, Chad. Lately, I feel like you don't even notice me. It's not even about him, it's just the way it makes me feel attractive when he looks at me. I want to feel that with you, but I don't, because I can barely even get you to kiss me."

Regardless of the quiver he could hear in her voice, her words stung. Chad also knew she was right about him being distant. He could understand her for seeking attention elsewhere, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. It's usually the guy that's using that line though, and to hear it said to him made him feel like shit. He also believed Lucy though when she told him nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, Lucy," he said, barely above a whisper. "I've been so caught up in my own head lately. I haven't been the husband I should be. I want to fix that, I just don't know how at this point."

Lucy looked at him, and he could see the tears welling in her eyes. "I don't want to be flirting with Mike, Chad. I want to be here with you, but you need to meet me halfway."

Chad nodded. "I know. I promise I'll work on trying to figure something out." He reached out, taking her hand in his. "I promise, Lucy. I'll try harder. I just need to figure out how to, you know, get back to where we were."

Lucy returned the hold on his hand, and shook her head as though it would make the forming tears go away. "I know you will, Chad. I know you're a good man. And I do love you. Maybe we should consider counseling or something," she offered.

Chad had been waiting for her to bring that idea up, and it wasn't one he was particularly fond of. "We don't need counseling, honey, this is just a me problem. I just need to try harder."

They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them stagnant with no resolve. Chad's mind raced with thoughts of Mike flirting with his wife. He couldn't help but wonder how far that flirting had gone. Was it just harmless chatting, or was there something more? She insisted it wasn't physical, but just how far had it reached? Did she want it to be physical? What had they said to each other? Each question played a movie in his head, swirling with images he couldn't shake. A jumble of jealousy, insecurity, and an unsettling spark of curiosity churned within him.

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Chad had never been one to entertain the idea of sharing his wife with another man, not even in his wildest fantasies. But the recent thoughts over the last couple of weeks, of her time spent with Mike had his mind racing of what could've been happening without his knowledge. The idea of Lucy with someone else sent a surge of conflicting emotions through him as the days passed. It was an unsettling feeling, demanding his attention. Their marriage had always been good, but in the last year or so, intimacy had faltered, overshadowed by the growing discontent he felt at work and Lucy's strong, dominant personality.

Initially, it was easy to attribute the shift in their relationship to the pressures of his job. Work had become a relentless grind, filled with long hours and unmet expectations. Each day, he felt increasingly trapped and less like himself, and that weariness was seeping into his marriage. The spark they once had faded, replaced by a sense of obligation rather than passion. Meanwhile, Lucy's assertiveness, which he had once admired, began to feel more like a barrier than a anything else. He couldn't shake the sensation of feeling like she wore the pants in their relationship, leaving him feeling emasculated and powerless. He never considered himself to be that guy, but then again, he'd never been in a position where it was an issue before now either.

His mind was relentless, pondering the idea of her with another man. He started to wonder if this fascination ran deeper than mere fantasy. Could watching Lucy share her body with someone else jumpstart that passion he used to have for her? The thought was becoming more of a fantasy, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not. In those imagined scenarios, he envisioned her pleasure, the kind that he longed to see more of in their own life.

The jealousy flickering within him was unexpected since he wasn't generally a jealous guy. He had always prided himself on being secure in his relationship, but this idea left him feeling something more raw. Perhaps this would help him articulate his feelings, giving him the courage to open up about the longing that had been suppressed by his own self-doubt, or dissatisfaction with his job.

The more he considered all of it, the more he found himself drawn to the idea of voyeurism. A chance to experience his wife in a new way. Watching Lucy connect with another man could be a mirror reflecting both their needs and desires. He couldn't believe how fast this idea took root in him.

With newfound clarity at her admission, he realized he needed to broach this subject with Lucy, to have an honest conversation about their feelings. What began as an unsettling thought might pave the way back to what they once shared. He recognized that by delving into this, he could open doors to vulnerability, understanding, and perhaps even rekindle the passion that had been overshadowed by work and emotional distance. He breathed deeply, ready to explore the possibilities that lay ahead. Together. If she was willing.

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Chad glanced over at Lucy as she sat staring at him uncomfortably. As uncomfortable it may be to bring up his idea, when was there ever going to be a good time? They were already both uncomfortable, and they were speaking honestly, he hoped, about her relationship with Mike. Was there going to be a better time than this?

"Look, Lucy, I promised to be better about sex, to you before. I don't want us to be in a place where we're skirting around flirting with someone else, or where that could lead. I want us to reignite what we have instead of letting it fade away."

She leaned against the arm of couch as she faced him with her body, uncertainty crossing her face. "What are you suggesting, Chad? I feel like I'm already doing my best to stay connected."

His heart raced as he searched for the right words. "What if we tried something different? Something that could shake up our routine and bring us closer?"

Lucy lifted an eyebrow, with a look as though she didn't understand. "Different how?"

Chad took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to propose. "What if we invited Mike to join us... for an experience? You could explore that connection with him, and I'd... watch."

The silence that followed felt heavy, almost taut. "Chad, are you serious? That's a really bad idea. It could complicate everything. What if things go wrong?"

He leaned in closer, trying to convey that he'd thought this through. "I know it sounds wild, but hear me out. It's not just about the act itself. It's about really exploring and confronting what we're both feeling. I want you to feel desired, to feel pleasure, all of the things I haven't been giving you lately."

Lucy shook her head slowly, her arms crossing defensively. "But what if I can't handle it? Or if you get jealous? What if it makes things worse? I mean, you'd be watching me with someone else. How could that possibly work?"

"Because it could give us both a chance to confront our emotions head-on," Chad replied passionately. "I believe watching you with someone else could actually help. I've been doing research on this and why couples do it. We could talk about our feelings afterward and really dig deep. It might actually bring us back together."

Lucy searched his eyes for certainty, for assurance that this wasn't just some reckless whim. "And you think Mike would even be okay with this? What if it ruins our friendship? Or, more importantly, my job?"

"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't believe it could work," Chad said, a hint of pleading in his tone. "You and I can talk about what we're comfortable with, set clear boundaries for what's ok and not ok if it happens. It doesn't have to be rushed. If it doesn't feel right, we can walk away. But I want you to consider it. Really think about it."

She sighed deeply, the tension she let go of in her shower seemingly coming back. "It's a lot to take in, Chad. I appreciate that you want to explore our connection, but this... this is extreme. It's not just about intimacy, it's about trust, and the possibility of ruining what we have. I want you, not Mike. And we're already on shaky ground."

"Trust me to support you through it," he said softly, reaching over to take her hand again. "I need to do this for us, for me. And if you're open to it, I believe it could be freeing. Not just for me, but for you too."

"Okay, I'll think about it. But I'm not promising anything. I need time to process this," she said. Chad could see the tension in her shoulders from the conversation.

He nodded, relief washing over him. "That's all I'm asking, just to consider it. We can talk about it again later."

As Lucy squeezed his hand, he thought he could see a look of curiosity in her face. In that moment, a fragile hope took root. A tentative step into uncharted territory that might lead them back to the place they used to be.

Chad watched her walk back to the bedroom, feeling a mix of relief and unease. He knew he needed to step up, to show Lucy that he still wanted her, and that he still found her attractive. This crazy idea was the only idea he had come up with, and hadn't been able to try.

He wasn't tired, but he decided he should head to bed as well, hoping to find some semblance of sleep. Mainly, he didn't want Lucy to think he was upset, especially not before her important meeting. The last thing he needed after a conversation like this out of left field, was to come across like he was upset or sulking, and distract her and jeopardize her deal. That would turn into one more thing he did wrong, separating them even further.

The next morning, seemed a little distant. She acted as though his suggestion last night never happened, and he supposed that may be normal. She needed time to process it and she had an important meeting this morning. He couldn't expect anything more, with that in mind, he was as sweet as he could be that morning and he wished her luck on her way out the door.

When Chad got home, the first thing that hit him was the incredible smell wafting through the air. His stomach rumbled in response as he stepped inside. He immediately noticed the kitchen bustling with activity, as Lucy moved about with an energy that sparked his curiosity.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"Guess!" she replied, smiling a big toothy smile.

Chad leaned in for a kiss, before continuing, "Did you finally get that big client you were working on?"

"Not yet, but my meeting this morning went amazing!" she exclaimed. Her enthusiasm was evident as she leapt into his arms.

He chuckled, spinning her around, honestly feeling happy for her. "That's fantastic, babe. I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, honey," she said as she continued to nuzzle into him. "I have a little surprise for you," she whispered into his ear. "But you can't see it until later."

Her affectionate attitude urged him to suggest this as an opportunity to see if she'd given it any thought. He knew it was only a day, but he hadn't been able to think about anything else, so maybe she'd thought about it too. Ignoring her comments about a surprise, he pushed forward with his agenda.

Chad pulled back slightly, still smiling. "I knew you'd get it. Maybe we should invite Mike over to celebrate, he helped, after all! We could have a little dinner this weekend. It'll be fun!"

As he made the suggestion, Chad could see Lucy's discomfort wash over her face. "Chad, I--" Her voice faltered. "I thought we agreed to take some time to think about things. I didn't expect you to bring him up so soon. I was hoping you'd let it go," she said hoping down and moving into the living room to sit.

He was slightly surprised by her comment of him letting it go. That didn't sound like she was actually considering it like she promised. "I understand, but this is a great opportunity to celebrate your success!"

"Or it might complicate things even more," Lucy replied, her voice shaky. "I'm still not comfortable with the idea of inviting him over. Especially with how strained our relationship already is."

Chad's expression softened in an attempt to make the conversation a little less heavy. "I thought maybe this could help us celebrate your achievement while also maybe exploring that idea. We don't have to focus on that though, we can keep it friendly and relaxed, and just see what happens. Just a dinner to celebrate the hard work."

He watched Lucy rub her temples, a clear sign that she wasn't really receptive to the idea right now. "Chad, I appreciate that you want to celebrate with me, but can we please push that idea aside? I need more time to think before jumping into something like that. It feels like you're rushing me."

"I'm not trying to rush you," he replied earnestly. "I just thought it would be a good way to explore new sides of ourselves. A chance to show that we can embrace new experiences. I know you work with Mike, but you guys have known each other for years. He's the ideal guy if we were to do something. He's calm, respectful, and you already have a flirtatious thing going."

Lucy sighed. "I get that, but I'm not sure having him over right now is the right step for us. I don't want to risk creating more distance between us."

Chad crossed his arms, searching her eyes for reassurance. "Okay, I respect that. But I hope you'll actually consider it. I really believe there's something good on the other side of this, for both of us."

"I promise I'll think about it," she said softly. "But right now, I just want to enjoy this moment. I just want to celebrate my success with my husband. Let's keep it simple, okay?"

Chad nodded slowly, his smile returning, though a little forced. "That sounds good. We can celebrate together, just the two of us. You deserve it."

They stood together in the kitchen, and Chad felt a flicker of gratitude that she heard him out at least. In this moment, it felt like they were moving forward together, even if only one step at a time. At least they were talking, instead of him being talked at.

Chad and Lucy enjoyed a quiet, leisurely meal on the patio, letting the previous conversation go. Afterward, they retreated to the living room to watch a movie, snuggling up on the couch. Chad felt the weight of the day pulling at his eyelids, but he appreciated the closeness of Lucy as she nestled into his chest.

As the credits rolled, she looked up at him with an expectant smile. "What did you think?"

Chad yawned and stretched his arms above his head, "I'm not sure. It was good, but I think I might have fallen asleep for a bit." He saw her expression flicker momentarily, a twist of disappointment clouding her smile.

Lucy's body shifted, and he could detect a twinge of irritation in her tone as she replied, "Well, that's not very romantic. I wanted to watch this with you." Her words cut through the cozy atmosphere, and Chad could feel the air thicken. This was not how he wanted the evening to turn out when he was trying to push her into this crazy idea of his.

"I'm sorry, Lucy. I've just had a long day, and I'm really tired," he said, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. He noticed her sit up, with an air of frustration as she looked at him.

"You always say that, Chad," she snapped, a clear anger in her voice. "It's not enough to just be tired. I need you to put in some effort too." Her intensity startled him, and he felt a knot forming in his stomach. "You don't even try to meet me halfway." There were those words again. Emphasizing that she apparently didn't feel like he was putting in the same effort as her. "Can't you see that I need you to show me that you care? This was my big day, but I knew you'd be tired. Instead of asking you to go out to celebrate, I came home and made one of your favorite fucking dinners! Not mine, but yours!"

"I do care, Lucy. But I get run down from work too. Sometimes I need you to meet me in the middle." He watched as disbelief washed over her face, her jaw tightening and her features contorting in frustration.

"Meet you in the middle? I've been doing that for years, Chad!" she exclaimed, her voice rising as her emotions spilled out. "I've been the one planning dates, the one surprising you, the one trying to keep this marriage alive! What do I get in return? A tired husband who can't even stay awake through a movie we're supposed to watch together?" Tears welled up in her eyes once more, and Chad felt a wave of regret wash over him.

"I never meant to make you feel like I don't care. I do care, and I love you. But you can't expect me to be perfect all the time, just like you can't be," he pleaded in his guilt of the night ending this way. This entire argument was coming from him being to tired to stay awake during a movie.

Lucy stood, shaking with emotion, her breaths coming in quick bursts as she tried to steady herself. "You know what, it doesn't matter. It's fine. You're tired, so go ahead and go to bed. I'm going to take a bath and try to enjoy the end of my day." Her voice had a forced calmness, and Chad could only watch as she turned and headed upstairs, feeling a sinking sensation in his chest as the distance between them seemed to expand. The weight of the unresolved tension lingered in the air, heavy and unyielding, as he remained on the couch, the silence stretching around him.

Chad was left to sit and consider the implications that this could have on his idea. Clearly pissing her off, was not going to make her trust that he'd be there to support her. Or if she already felt that she was doing everything, then it was reasonable for her to assume he'd hold it against her if it went poorly. Having given her enough time to settle in the bath, he finally went up to go to bed before she came out.

Chad leaned against the kitchen counter Saturday morning, inhaling the rich aroma of fresh coffee filling the air. The tension he had sensed between him and Lucy over the past few days lingered, an undercurrent that was present ever since he suggested inviting Mike for dinner.

"Hey, Chad," Lucy called, breaking him from his thoughts. She stood by the coffee pot, waiting for it to finish brewing. "Do you have a minute?"

"Of course!" he replied, as he pushed himself away from the counter and joined her. "What's up?"

"I've been thinking about your suggestion to invite Mike for dinner tonight. I feel like we need to talk about it."

Chad felt a spark of hope as he nodded, appreciating that she was initiating the conversation for the first time. "I'm glad you brought it up. I know I've been pushing it, and I really appreciate you considering it."

As Lucy turned to face him, Chad could see the tension in her eyes as she looked at him, as if he were being interrogated. "What are your expectations for the evening?" she asked cautiously. "If we invite him over, what do you hope will happen?"

Chad thought carefully, wanting to convey his feelings without adding any pressure. "I see it as a chance for all of us to hang out, celebrate your success, and if something happens, it happens. If not, that's fine too. Really, I just want it to feel relaxed and low-key. No pressure."

He watched as Lucy nodded, but he could see the uncertainty on her face. "But what if it doesn't feel natural? What if it just gets awkward? I don't want to disrupt anything between us, and I don't want to feel pressured to do anything with Mike in any specific way."

Her concerns resonated with him. He had thought through many of these possibilities himself, but he wanted her to feel steady and grounded. "I completely understand that," he reassured her, speaking softly. "If it starts to feel uncomfortable, we can always pivot. The goal is to enjoy the evening, not to force anything."

"Okay, that makes sense," she replied. Chad noticed a shift in her posture. She was beginning to breathe a little easier. "But I want to be clear about something, if I don't feel a connection or if it gets too intense, I want to be able to say so without feeling guilty about it. I want us to be able to go back to being just friends. I still have to be able to work with him."

"Absolutely," he said, moving a step closer to her to emphasize how seriously he took her words. "I want you to feel completely at ease. This isn't about pulling you into something you're not ready for. It's about enjoying the night and seeing what happens. Mike may not even be up for it, and this could just be a regular dinner to say thank you."

Chad felt a rush of relief when Lucy smiled faintly at him, and he could see her willingness to give it a shot. "Alright, how about I text Mike and see if he's free for dinner tonight? We need to keep it light, maybe cook something simple and just have a couple of drinks."

"Sounds perfect," he said, unable to hide his excitement. "You text him and see if he's in. Tell me what you want for dinner, and I'll make it. I think it'll be a great opportunity for all of us."

As Lucy turned back to the coffeepot to pour, Chad stepped out of the kitchen, feeling a mix of emotions about the evening. This dinner wasn't just about inviting a friend, it was about possibly exploring uncharted territory together.

Tonight held the potential for something different, and though there were no guarantees, Chad couldn't help but feel hopeful. He needed to make sure Lucy was comfortable and knew that he was there for her, no matter what.

Hearing the chime on his phone indicating that someone was at the front door, Lucy took a moment to breathe deeply before going to let Mike in. Chad felt a rush of excitement and anxiety as the evening finally arrived. He hoped Lucy would have the nerve to push forward and give his suggestion a try.

After ensuring dinner had been taken care of for a few minutes and allowing sufficient time for Lucy and Mike to navigate the awkward "hellos" following the cold shoulder she had claimed to have given him recently, Chad walked into the room. He immediately sensed the change in atmosphere, and Lucy looked up as though she were relieved to see him.

"How ya been, buddy?" he asked, his voice loud as he exchanged a brief handshake with Mike.

"Good man! And you?" Mike replied, leaning back into the couch.

"Good, good! Thanks for everything with Lucy, man. I can't tell you how much she appreciated your help." Chad's upbeat tone flowed naturally. He noticed Lucy's quietly sitting to the side, and it was evident her mind was elsewhere.

Chad glanced at her with her drink, hoping the rum would loosen her up. That she would start to talk more.

After some small talk, Chad excused himself. "Let me check on dinner, it should be about ready."

As he headed to the kitchen, he hoped the evening to go smoothly, and that everyone would start to relax. Once he confirmed that everything was ready, he returned outdoors to see Lucy leading Mike to the patio. Mike took a seat with his back to the door, leaving him with a view of the sunset.

"Dinner's about to be served!" Chad called out enthusiastically, stepping outside with plates in hand, ready to set a positive tone for the evening. He caught Lucy's smile as she turned to him to help bring everything to the table.

Chad set the food on the table, feeling the evening unfold with a pleasant ease. When Lucy asked Mike if he wanted something else to drink, he appreciated much more relaxed she seemed to be getting. The conversation flowed naturally, filled with laughter and shared stories. As the night wore on, Lucy leaned back in her chair and rested her hand on Chad's knee.

Her touch sent a warmth through him, and when their fingers intertwined, it felt electric. Chad watched as Lucy, began to rub his leg and lean closer to the table, playfully touching Mike's arm as they talked. It sparked a mix of feelings in him that he couldn't quite place.

"So, Mike, Lucy tells me you've been a real lifesaver around the office," he said, eager to direct the focus toward them.

"She's been doing the heavy lifting. I just provided some moral support," Mike replied.

Chad grinned, as he watched Lucy playfully challenge Mike's modesty. "Moral support, my ass," she said. "You reviewed everything, helped draft the language, and kept me from climbing the walls." Despite Mike's dismissive laugh, Chad felt a swell of pride for Lucy. He was also happy she was finally relaxed enough to start talking back, her natural personality finally starting to come out.

"Well, I do what I can. Lucy's always been a real go-getter, and Bill's usually the one there for her. I just put some polish on the work she'd already done this time." Mike replied, maintaining his usual humble demeanor when it came to work. Chad admired Mike's modesty.

Rising from his chair, Chad chuckled as he headed for the patio door. "Well, I can't thank you enough. Lucy's been on cloud nine ever since she closed that deal." He smacked Mike on the back on his way past him. "I'm grabbing another beer from inside. Do you guys need anything?"

"Yes, bring me a rum and coke," Lucy called, then quickly added, "But not too strong! Please."

"You want anything?" Lucy asked Mike with a hint of playfulness to her tone.

"Yeah, I'll just have the same," Mike said, after clearing his throat.

Chad leaned against the counter, a cold beer in hand, as he listened to the lively exchange just beyond the French doors. He glanced at Lucy, the angle allowing him to see under Mike's chair where her foot was rubbing his calf and eventually traveling out of sight, presumably making its way up to Mike's thigh. He smirked at her playful glint as she challenged him. He suspected she may have been up to something with the way she was getting touchy towards Mike, but he didn't realize she had been playing footsie with him. Once again, the feeling of excitement mixed with jealousy crept in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mike asked, his tone resembling that of a parent scolding a child. The kitchen window was still open allowing their voices to drift into the house where he could hear them.

"What do you mean?" Lucy replied, as she leaned toward Mike. There was a hint of laughter in her voice.

"I mean Chad's going to be right back," Mike said, sounding genuinely concerned. Yet, as far as Chad could tell, he made no move to push Lucy's foot from his lap. A small victory for Chad.

Lucy shot a quick glance toward Chad, "Don't worry, he headed toward the stairs, so he'll be a minute," she said, before turning back to Mike

Chad couldn't help but feel encouraged by her little lie. All signs seemed to point toward a go. Lucy was outright touching Mike and openly flirting with him, fully aware that he was standing there watching and listening.

Then she leaned in, continuing to press him. "Come on, Mike, what happened to all those things you said you'd do to me while you made him watch?"

Chad's curiosity piqued at the comment. Lucy had never shared that level of detail of their conversations. What had Mike said he'd do while making him watch? Apparently he wasn't the only one that shared this fantasy that had been growing within him.

"Lucy, you can't be serious," Mike stammered.

"Why not, boss?" she shot back, her use of that title intriguing Chad. "He's in the bathroom. It's just you and me. Are you telling me you were all talk, Mike?" Another little lie as she locked eyes with Chad. He could feel his pulse quicken as she teased and taunted Mike while looking directly at himself.

Chad held his breath as he waited to hear how Mike would respond. He admired Lucy's boldness and silently urged her on, knowing this moment could change everything. As strange as it was to bear witness to this interaction between his wife and their long-time friend, he couldn't deny the pressure he felt in his own groin as the idea of what might be, became increasingly enticing. Her willingness to take the lead and encourage Mike was more than he could've hoped for.

"Lucy, I don't want to make any rash decisions here, especially with Chad right there," Mike said, his voice tinged with hesitation. Chad could only smirk. If Mike only knew where Chad actually was.

Chad knew Lucy well enough to recognize that if Lucy had taken it this far, she intended to continue on. As silence lingered, he could imagine her foot pressing against Mike's thigh. If they had truly never crossed any physical boundaries before, then this was a big step.

"Lucy," Mike's tone was almost pleading. Chad leaned closer, watching Lucy through the patio door. He silently cheered her on, this is your moment, Lucy, he thought.

As he watched the scene unfolding outside, Chad felt a surge of arousal. Lucy had the power to redefine the situation, and he was ready to support her through every step she took. If Mike hadn't really fought her up to this point, then Chad was sure she could get him to do what she wanted.

He could see her shush Mike, even though he couldn't hear it. They sat in silence for a moment before Chad heard Lucy start to speak again.

He stood captivated in the kitchen as he listened to Lucy and Mike on the patio. Mike's frustration was palpable as he muttered, "Where the fuck is that drink?" Yet, he didn't push away the foot that remained out of Chad's view, making it clear that his resolve was wavering. "And just how do you see this working, Lucy?"

Lucy smiled before responding. "Well, I guess we'll find out together," she purred.

"We've talked about it, fantasized about it, and now here we are," she said, locking eyes with him.

Chad watched her say something to Mike, but it was too low for him to hear.

Caught between the urge to intervene and the desire to let Lucy take the lead, Chad was eager to witness how far they would go. He was rooting for her, ready to see her push Mike over the edge.

Deciding he needed to eventually go back out, Chad started to prepare drinks in the kitchen, as the anticipation built. Moving to the patio door, he stepped outside and noticed Lucy's foot retreating from Mike's lap, with a teasing smile lingering on her face. With a cheerful disposition, Chad handed out the drinks, eager to keep the vibe light.

"Here we go," he said, distributing the beverages and setting out the necessary ingredients to keep them drinking. "Rum and cokes for both of you, and one beer for me." He settled into his chair and raised his bottle.

"To friends!" he declared, a grin on his face as their glasses clinked together. There was no denying that there was a shift in the atmosphere.

"To friends," they both responded, clinking their glasses against his bottle.

Lucy sank back into her chair, placing her hand on Mike's lap once again. Chad took a sip of his beer he watched Lucy take a drink as well, before she asked, "So, Mike, are you seeing anyone these days?" Chad leaned in, curious about Mike's answer.

"Not officially, no," Mike replied after taking a good gulp of his drink.

Chad raised an eyebrow, wondering what bullshit answer that was. Without thinking he followed up her question. "And what does that mean?" he asked, watching Mike's reaction.

Mike shrugged, offering a noncommittal response. "Just that I'm not tied down to anyone at the moment. I guess I'm just enjoying my freedom."

Leaning in, Lucy asked Mike, "So, you're just fucking whoever you want, whenever you want?" Chad couldn't help be nearly as surprised by her directness as Mike who nearly choked on his drink.

"Something like that, I guess," Mike stammered, looking down at his glass.

Seeing an opening, Chad encouraged him further. "Fuck it, why not? You're single and not hurting anyone. Have fun while you can." He felt a thrill at the idea of Mike's cavalier attitude and hoped it would extend to tonight.

Lucy raised her glass in agreement. "Cheers to that," she said, leaning in to give Chad a kiss, but he only offered her his cheek. Chad noted the look of disappointment in her eyes as she returned to her seat. He didn't want to be too affectionate, because he feared it might discourage Mike.

The tension quietly thickened. Lucy stared at Mike intently after Chad's dismissal of her kiss. "To whomever you want," she declared, her tone playful yet pointed.

As tensions rose between Lucy and Chad, Mike appeared visibly uncomfortable. Chad's heart raced hoping Mike wouldn't become to uncomfortable.

"I suppose," Mike finally replied, as if he were still processing what was happening.

"I mean, yeah, why not? Life's short. You only live once, right?" Chad added, trying to keep Mike at ease.

Chad took another sip of his beer, as the conversation took on a life of its own. He couldn't be happier that it seemed Lucy was fully invested in trying to instigate something with Mike. Any previous inhibitions appeared to have been washed down with the alcohol.

Everything seemed to be going well until Lucy confronted Chad as though out of nowhere. "So then what's your excuse, Chad?" she asked, her tone a mix of frustration and determination. He glanced up, feeling a jolt of surprise and uncertainty about how to respond.

"My excuse for what, babe?" he replied, genuine confusion etched on his face as he took another sip of his beer, trying to maintain his composure.

"For not fucking me like you used to?" she shot back. Chad's heart raced, and he nearly choked on his drink. Her directness in front of Mike when things had been going so well both shocked him and stirred something unexpected within him.

"Lucy, what the fuck?" he stammered, casting an anxious glance between her and Mike. Embarrassment washed over him, and he could see Mike's surprise, but there was something different about the way Lucy was addressing him. The embarrassment stirred feelings as he was put on the spot.

"I'm sorry, babe, but you know it's true." Her voice was firm, and though her face was serious, he could see a hint of a smile behind her eyes. "You don't touch me like you used to. You don't even look at me like you used to."

Chad's pulse quickened, confusion swirling inside him. He was both flustered and oddly intrigued by the degradation. He knew his wife well enough to know when she was truly pissed and that wasn't this. This was something different. Was she using him to get at Mike? And the fact that she was putting him down to push his original idea came with its own excitement. It didn't make sense. He shouldn't feel this way from being spoken down to in front of Mike. Part of his problems had been that she was always telling him what to do, or should do and now in front of a man that she's been trying to instigate something with, he felt humiliation, arousal, and a thrill at the potential of where she was taking this. He knew that he loved Lucy, but things had been seriously off for a while now. His dick was throbbing, and was almost painfully rigid at this point. As he looked between the two people he felt a weird combination of love, hate, and jealousy.

He apparently wasn't the only one that noticed his erection as Lucy looked down at his lap. Regardless of the way Lucy was talking down to him, her hand shifted from his thigh to his hardon that was pressing into the front of his shorts.

Chad felt a knot of confusion forming in his gut as Lucy confronted him, while simultaneously fondling him. He glanced at Mike, who seemed uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken. Lucy was laying their issues bare for all to see, and the mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursed through him, knowing Lucy was committed to making tonight what he had been hoping for.

He felt his face flush as he tried to navigate his own feelings of this actually happening. All of this was his idea and now that it was happening, was he really ready for it? He was already feeling things he hadn't been prepared for and never would've expected to be turned on by the way she was talking to him in front of this other man. All of this is what generally caused him to shut down, so perhaps it was just the idea of what was to come was really the turn on. As much he wanted to know, he decided that this wasn't the time to figure that out. He needed to be present and just accept it for the moment.

"I hardly think this is the time to talk about this, Lucy," he started. "Mike doesn't want to hear about our problems. We're supposed to be celebrating your deal," he continued before she cut him off.

"Oh please, Mike's already heard it all," she said, a smirk gracing her lips that made him flinch. The idea that their problems were now on display felt surreal, once again making him question just how far things had gone between the two.

"We don't need to do this right now, Lucy," he said with embarrassment of the situation. Everything seemed to be going so well, and he was afraid of Mike being put off by them arguing.

As she focused on him, Chad felt stripped bare under the intensity of her gaze. "Look, Chad, I just... I want you to look at me the way you used to. I want you to fuck me the way you used to. I miss you. And while you're not, keep in mind that other guys are dying for the chance." The way she said it left him stunned. Not only because of what she was saying to him right now, but that this didn't seem like the way to get Mike, who was sitting uncomfortably across from them, into doing something with her.

His heart raced, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding in. Shame and humiliation was obvious at having this conversation right now, regardless of her intentions, but there was also a sense of hope that she knew what she was doing in regards to Mike. "Babe, I'm sorry. I've just been stressed with work. And I know I haven't been--" he stammered, grasping at excuses that had become all too familiar. But Lucy wasn't interested in excuses anymore and she cut him off. The comment of other men wanting her forcing him to confront the reality of their relationship. Especially as one apparently sat across from them. And through this entire exchange, her hand never stopped stroking him under the table.

Chad's heart quickened as Lucy turned to him with a teasing smirk. "Do you like my ass, Chad? Do you want to know what Mike said about my ass?" she continued, clearly enjoying the moment. Chad could see Mike's discomfort, mirroring his own confusion.

"Lucy, please," he whispered, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling within him. He felt a surge of heat pulse through his groin, torn between jealousy and an undeniable thrill. She was taunting him with her words, but her hand was squeezing his now-throbbing erection, applying pressure to the spots she knew he liked.

Undeterred, she leaned in closer. "He said he wanted to tell you how great my ass looked in my skirt, Chad. I believe he said he wanted to grab it, squeeze it, and sink his teeth into it." Lucy took a sip of her drink, letting her words sink in. "Isn't that right, Mike?"

Mike fumbled for words, clearly flustered. "Something like that," he finally managed.

All Chad could do was watch the situation unfold as she deftly undid the fly on his shorts and slowly lowered the zipper, talking over the sound of it. His original intention had been to watch her with Mike, not to become a participant. But with his rapidly increasing arousal, there was no way he could resist now that she had him freed from his confines and was expertly smearing the copious amounts of precum over the head as she stimulated him in secret.

"And what else did you say?" Lucy quizzed Mike, keeping her gaze on him.

Chad felt his breath catch as she set her glass down and lowered her free hand to her leg. He watched, frozen, as she pulled up her skirt, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs. A thrill of excitement mingled with jealousy ran through him as he saw her fingers begin to tickle herself right there in front of them. The gesture was a clear statement of her intentions for the night. He could barely contain his excitement as Lucy continued to press forward with the evening.

Chad was sure that Mike couldn't see what her hand was doing, but even he could probably guess where her fingers had disappeared to under the table.

"I uh, I don't remember," Mike replied.

"Don't start lying now," she scolded. "I told you, Mike, I was going to remember 'Every. Single. Word.' and I meant it. You said you would as well. And I believe you do, Mike."

Chad was enthralled by the sight before him and couldn't take his eyes off her hand. He barely registered when Mike answered, "I said I'd make him watch me run my hand up under your skirt, I think."

As he spoke those words, Chad watched Lucy's hand make contact with the small strip of hair she had before slipping down into the silken folds below. She was simultaneously working his hard cock, her thumb flicking over his sensitive head and smearing the precum, keeping him slick and free of friction. She was working him up physically, visually, and mentally.

Trying not to draw too much attention while fighting off the orgasm that seemed to be approaching way too quickly for Chad's taste, he hung his head to hide his eyes. He was riveted as he watched her fingers circle her clit and delve between her lips. The amount of her juices already coating her fingers was evident even in the dim lights.

"But that wasn't the end of it, Mike," Lucy said, her focus still on Chad, gauging his response to the unfolding scene as though she were trying to determine if he wanted this to continue.

He listened intently, needing to know what else this man had said to his wife while he wasn't around. "No. I said I'd bury my face between your legs and tell him how good you tasted."

If Lucy had any concern about how Chad was feeling, he was sure it had been alleviated in that moment. His cock pulsed in her slowly pumping hand. With the firm grip she had on him, she must have felt him pump out a fresh dollop of precum.

"But you don't know if I taste good, Mike. So how are you going to tell him when you don't know?" Lucy questioned, her methodical pace on Chad never faltering.

He was impressed with her control, as she kept her motions limited to her wrist and fingers. Her arm never moved, revealing their secret.

As Lucy shoved two of her fingers deep inside herself, she asked him, "What do you think, Chad? Do I taste good?"

All he could do was look at her in wonder. Wonder at her ability to manipulate them both, and also wonder where she was going with this line of questioning. Her fingers pumping in and out drew his attention again as she started to withdraw them.

"Well, if you're not going to answer, what do you think, baby? Should I let him find out if I actually taste good for himself?" He could see her turn her head slightly in his peripheral vision.

Time seemed to slow for Chad as she asked the question and drew her hand upward, with pearly strings stretching enticingly between her fingertips to her pussy. As her hand continued to rise, he saw those delicate strands snap, eventually bringing her within Mike's view as well. The soft light caught the silken threads between her fingers as she parted them.

She had never exposed herself to Chad in this manner, not so blatantly, and it caused him to feel a pang of jealousy again, assuming this gesture was more for Mike than for him.

After a moment of silence, she continued her slow movements until her hand reached her own mouth. Chad could not believe what he was seeing. She had never shied away from kissing him when he had her juices coating his mouth, or cleaning his member after he'd finished inside her, but this was the first time he'd seen her go straight from her own cunt to her own mouth. And not only was she doing it, but she was making a production of it.

She pursed her lips, drawing attention to them in preparation for what was to come. Once her fingers made contact, she rubbed them over her lips in the most erotic way, making them glisten. Once she was apparently satisfied she'd coated them, she parted her lips and slipped her fingers inside until the knuckles at the base of the first two digits, made contact with her lips.

Chad could see her cheeks sink in momentarily before her jaw moved to make room for her tongue to do its job of cleaning her fingers, the occasional slurp breaking the seal of her lips as she moved.

His own orgasm seemed imminent if she continued with this behavior for long. Her movements on him had slowed as she concentrated on what she was doing. He was grateful for her loss of focus so he could try to regain his composure.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally removed her hand before lowering it again. "Well? Should I let him have a taste?" she asked him again, making contact with herself once more.

No! Yes! Fuck! His brain couldn't make sense of anything. Seeing this side of her had his heart pumping, and he wanted nothing more than to take her to their bed and have her himself. On the flip side, he felt the embarrassment of her interactions with Mike right in front of him. No regard for him as her husband. But it was what he had asked for and pushed for her to do.

In a repeat of before, he watched her hand find her drooling opening. Her body twitched as she inserted her fingers once more. She didn't spend nearly as much time this go-around before bringing her gooey fingers up for them to see. Holding them out for inspection for just a moment, she then moved them in Mike's direction.

"Go ahead, Mike, have a taste," she offered him. Chad wanted to grab her forearm and bring her fingers to him in one of the most possessive reactions he'd ever had. Instead, he sat planted in his seat, as Lucy's hand returned with a more methodical yet rapid pace on his shaft.

"What's the matter? It's not like Chad said not to, did you, sweetie?" she chided him.

Chad couldn't find his voice. He was conflicted, feeling that his masculinity was being questioned tonight, submitting to his wife's demands as she worked toward bringing his dream of the last week to fruition. Regardless of what his mind was thinking, his cock was already on the verge of exploding from her behavior in front of this longtime friend and coworker.

And then, unbelievably, he saw Mike finally move toward the treasure that was supposed to be his and his alone. He felt his whole body tense, while feeling Lucy's grip on him increase equally. The sight of Mike's mouth approaching her fingers was surreal, but once they made contact, Chad lost it. As Lucy's fingers disappeared in Mike's mouth, and he saw the way their eyes locked onto each other while she jacked him off, he finally blew his load. It was sudden and violent as his cock flexed and spasmed. It took everything he had to keep quiet.

"Aw, is someone else getting to play with your wife?" she goaded him.

Lucy never missed a beat but didn't react to his orgasm in any way except with her hand. The angle of her grip had the pads of her fingertips pressing into the shaft, helping to pinch off the path for his cum to escape, building up backpressure before releasing it with the next pulse. The force of his orgasm, combined with her manipulation of his shaft and the teasing of his head with her thumb, had him splattering against the bottom of the table.

Chad felt completely emasculated that this man was receiving a gift his wife had never offered him while he sat off to the side, soiling the front of his shorts and exposed flesh.

Once she apparently decided that Mike had thoroughly cleaned her fingers, she drew her hand back. Grabbing a napkin, he watched her wipe Mike's saliva as well as his own cum from her hands. Chad sat frozen in his seat as she stood up and started to move around the table. Mike was glued to his chair, ultimately sitting back and making room for whatever Lucy had in mind. As she reached him, she swung a leg over his lap and sat back onto the table. Positioned on the edge, Chad could see her lifting the hem of her dress, but seated back and to her side, he couldn't see anything more than the outside of her thigh and Mike from the chest up. Mike's face was a mix of lust and surprise.

"Do you want to know what I was doing the moment you called me, the night I was at work late, Chad?" she asked while facing Mike. He couldn't see what her far hand was doing, but he could tell that she had it between her legs. Mike was looking at her with a hunger on his face, as though he were trying to refrain from pushing her back on the table.

"I was in the middle of an orgasm, simply from Mike's words," he heard her say. He thought he must've misunderstood what she said until she followed it up. "He hadn't even touched me, and he had me cumming on my desk, inches away from him, and he didn't even know. Did you, Mike?" No one said anything. Mike's line of sight was clearly focused on her pussy, and a moment later, he started to lean forward.

Having already orgasmed, Chad's rational mind kicked back in, and the sight of Mike so close to his wife's pussy, his pussy, started to become very real. He was about to be the only other man in years to touch his wife in this way. And she had her glistening fingers now running through his hair, pulling him toward the place they had just left.

When Mike stopped moving forward, Chad could only assume he was now tasting his wife. A second later, he could hear Lucy suck air through her teeth and watched her body jump in response to his touch. There was no denying that his jealousy was rising in him like a tidal wave.

He had agreed to this, but witnessing it was a different experience altogether. From his position, he could see the way Lucy's back arched, and he could picture the familiar look of pleasure on her face. Each soft moan that escaped her lips twisted the knife of possessiveness deeper. Mike seemed to know exactly how to push her buttons, coaxing from her an ecstasy that made Chad's stomach churn. The sight of Mike's hands emerging from under her raised knees and suddenly gripping her ass was overwhelming. Chad loved Lucy's ass and again thought of it as his own.

As Lucy's eyes fluttered open and looked back over her shoulder for a brief second, he caught her gaze, and something shifted. There was surprise, then a glimmer of bliss. In that instant, Chad felt torn between jealousy and the resurgence of his arousal from the look of ecstasy on her face. Could he embrace this?

"You told me that you'd show Chad what you were going to do to me, Mike. That you'd make--" Lucy started, but Mike clearly hit another pleasure spot, cutting off her thoughts. "Oh fuck, right there, Mike. Don't stop." Hearing her say these words to another man was tough, but the sound of her voice let him know just how excited she was by all of this. To be removed from the situation and just watch his wife get lost in her pleasure was a form of eroticism he'd never experienced. The sound of her moans and the way her body writhed were captivating, no matter how jealous he may have felt in that moment.

"That you'd make me do what you wanted," he heard her gasp breathlessly. "Mmmmm. And what is it you want to make me do... boss?"

She once again chose to play the submissive card by calling him a title over her, Chad noted. He found it interesting since she always seemed to want to be in control of everything. He also noticed the way Mike's eyes darted to him over her thigh, his face buried in her crotch. It was as though he were having an internal debate over the entire situation.

Isn't it a little late for that? he thought. You have your tongue buried inside my wife right now! He knew he needed to be prepared for this, but it was harder than he anticipated. No matter how turned on he was, nothing could prepare him for the mashup of conflicting emotions that ran through him at seeing someone else making his wife moan with an air of desperation from their touch.

Finally, Mike clearly made up his mind and pushed his chair back. Chad's words now came back to haunt him as Mike repeated, "Fuck it. You only live once." As Chad watched him stand with purpose, he continued, "Your fingers tasted good, Lucy, but getting it straight from your cunt tastes amazing." His demeanor had shifted. He no longer looked or sounded like a simple participant in the night's events.

Mike grabbed his glass, threw back what was left in it, and then tossed a cushion from a chair onto the ground in front of him. He didn't have to open his mouth for Chad to know what he expected Lucy to do next, and his shorts were down before Mike finished his sentence. "You had your fun, Lucy, now I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock. I want your husband to watch you tear up as you try to take it all in that pretty little mouth of yours."

Chad was taken aback by the way Mike spoke to Lucy. He'd never talked to her with such vulgarity, but he was more surprised by how fast Lucy responded. There was no hesitation as she scrambled off the table and took her position at Mike's feet. In one quick motion, her hand wrapped around his cock, and her head bobbed up and down.

Any insecurities Chad may have had, now bubbled to the surface at how his wife responded to Mike's authoritative tone, but also at the noticeable difference in their sizes. The size difference wasn't much, but when your wife is sucking on any cock bigger than yours, with gusto she's rarely ever exhibited before, a guy can't help but feel inadequate.

Without even thinking, Chad got up and started to move around the table when Lucy suddenly pulled Mike's cock from her mouth, took a gasping breath, and then shook her finger at him as though he were a child being told no. "Uh-uh, you caused this. This is your doing, so now you're going to sit and watch what happens," she told him.

He felt belittled by his wife for the way she spoke to him. Seeing the look she gave him from her loss of patience while she placed Mike's cock back into her mouth as it stretched her cheek, while he sat back in a chair nearer to them was a different level of humiliation. And for some reason, he wasn't mad about it. This was his doing. And it was certainly making him appreciate his wife in a way he never had before, even prior to their current issues.

The truth was, he had no intention of leaving, but he was missing the show from his previous vantage point. Positioned back and to the side, all he could really see was Mike and the back of Lucy's head. If he was going to watch her suck off another man and clearly enjoy it, then he wanted to see the action, not just imagine what might be happening based on their body movements.

Once seated, Lucy went back to focusing solely on Mike's tool as it forcefully and repeatedly pushed past her lips. Mike had a fistful of her hair, right at the scalp, using it to set the tempo as he quite literally fucked her face. "That's it, suck your boss's fucking dick," Chad heard Mike tell her.

Chad wondered if this "boss" thing was always part of their flirtation. He was still trying to comprehend this side of Lucy, who appeared to be happy in her submission to Mike. Was it just their dynamic, with Mike being a superior at work? Did Mike push her into that role, and she simply accepted it? Or was this a part of her that she'd never shared with him but did with Mike? The feeling of inadequacy washed over him again as he watched this man use his wife. But there was no denying that the pleasure Lucy derived from it was turning him on.

He could hear it in the way she moaned around Mike's cock and saw her body writhe in response to each forceful thrust. He watched as Mike's head fell back, his eyes closed in bliss, and a low groan escaped his lips. "This is the price your wife pays for me helping her get that client, Chad. I don't care about your fucking dinner, I care about her sucking my fucking dick," Mike said.

The idea that his assistance in her job came at the cost of sexual favors made Chad aware of just how hard he was again, a throb pulsing through his erection. Apparently, that cost included jamming his cock into the back of Lucy's throat, and Chad wanted to step up for his wife as he saw her gag and her throat bulge out. Fortunately, Mike released his hold, allowing her to back off and get some air. His instinct was to ask if she was okay when she started coughing and gasping for breath, but it was clear he didn't need to when she enthusiastically went right back to swallowing his shaft the moment she regained her breath.

Chad watched in disbelief as Lucy placed her hands behind Mike's ass, as if encouraging him to go as deep as he could. The man he considered a friend, her long-time coworker and on-and-off boss over the years, guided his wife's mouth along his shaft. Mike's hips began to move in time with hers, thrusting deeper into her throat with each stroke.

It was one thing to see his wife suck his cock, looking down at her for the bit of power it let him feel, but to see her throat literally bulge out as another man's tool burrowed its way into it brought about a sense of that man possessing her in a different way. He figured he probably had the same effect when she deep-throated him, but he'd never been at an angle that allowed him to see the actual depth of her throat expanding with his thrusts.

Chad noticed Lucy's eyes watering, just as Mike had promised, while he pushed and pulled on her head to match the pace of his thrusts. The amount of drool running down her chin and landing in long bands on her breasts, dress, and the cushion below spoke to how hard her mouth was trying to accommodate the abuse it was taking. But Lucy showed no hint of needing Mike to slow down.

Getting up to come around for this view was worth pissing Lucy off and getting scolded. Watching blowjobs on porn had never been Chad's thing, but seeing his wife be manhandled the way she was and enjoy it, was one of the hottest things he could remember. She may as well have been a blow-up doll for all the care Mike showed her.

"Fuck, Lucy, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he heard Mike huff. "That's it, you pretty little whore. Take my cock like a good girl. Show your husband what a dirty little slut you really are." And she was. The image of her, on her knees, her head bobbing up and down, her throat working to take Mike's cock, was seared into Chad's mind. He couldn't deny the thrill he felt watching her like this. He knew it was wrong, but the nature of it all only heightened his arousal. His own cock throbbed, begging for release once again.

With Mike taking control, Lucy had released her grip on his ass. One hand was now joining her mouth in working Mike over while the other was buried between her legs, working herself. Once again, Chad felt forgotten as he simply sat to the side and watched.

"How are you not taking advantage of this every chance you get?" he heard Mike demand of him. "If her mouth is this amazing, I can't wait to try out that pussy."

Hearing Mike's intentions sent a jolt of jealousy and arousal through him. He was going to see his wife take her boss's cock, and it was all because of him. He had talked Lucy into doing this. Whenever she showed discomfort, he'd backed off, only pushing further when she seemed to have come to terms with each conversation. Now, here was Lucy, looking more voracious than he'd ever seen her, letting a man exert his will over her while announcing his intentions that he fully planned to shove his cock in her pussy.

With that thought, Chad could feel a fresh batch of precum squeeze out in anticipation. By now, Lucy had been taking Mike's entire length, her nose repeatedly flattening against him as his balls touched her chin. He'd never seen anything like this before.

"That's it, suck that cock, Lucy. Show your husband what you can do. Show him how much you like having your boss shove his cock down your throat," Mike continued. "You like it, don't you, Lucy? Are you going to make yourself cum while you suck my dick?"

Lucy's eyes were looking up at Mike as she continued to play with herself while allowing him to use her mouth. "That's right, you look at me while you get yourself off. It's your boss helping you get there, not your husband. He's just sitting to the side watching me use you. Isn't that right, Chad?"

But Chad wasn't really listening to Mike at the moment. The sight of her fingers rapidly plunging in and out, combined with the squelching noises competing with the sounds of her mouth around Mike's cock, was as disturbing as it was a turn-on. His brain struggled to process it all when he almost leapt out of his chair at what happened next.

Lucy had been doing as she was told and was keeping her sights on Mike's face, but when they momentarily looked in his direction, Mike immediately gave her a light slap on the cheek. He didn't say anything, just a sudden strike, and even if it wasn't hard, it wasn't ok. The only reason Chad didn't end everything in that instant was that it took his overloaded brain too long to register the slap, and by the time he did, Lucy had picked up her pace. The act showed that she wasn't bothered by it, even if he was. In fact, as he came back to the moment, he saw that she appeared to be in the throes of an orgasm, leaving Mike to do all of the work.

How was this his loud, dominating wife? He couldn't reconcile the way she'd always been, with this new Lucy who seemed to love being used, smacked, and spoken about in the most vulgar ways, like the slut Mike had referred to her as.

And as if to emphasize his thoughts, Mike spoke once more. "I think you might look even prettier when you cum, Lucy."

As Lucy started to calm down and resumed being an active participant in sucking Mike, he pulled away, bringing a sudden stop to the show Chad had been lost in.

"Get that dress off," Mike suddenly commanded.

Immediately responding, she assumed the role of a dutiful employee doing as she was told. "Yes, boss," was all she said as her fingers clawed at her dress in an effort to pull it over her head. She paused for a moment, as if waiting for Mike to give her further instructions, before he helped her to her feet.

He could see the look in Mike's eyes, as if in awe of her now naked body. The appreciation and wonder led Chad to believe that perhaps this truly was the first time Mike was seeing her naked. Even though Chad couldn't take any credit for it, he couldn't help but feel pride in the way Mike admired her. Lucy was stunning.

She stayed fit from going to the gym regularly, but she still ate, leaving her with that little extra layer which gave her the soft feminine quality he loved about her. Her full breasts had a womanly quality that worked to defy time, even if they weren't the perky breasts of a 20-year-old. The shape was full and the nipples still sat high. Her ass was round with full hips, both just calling for you to grip and sink your fingers into while worshiping her. Her legs had a softness to them as well, but when she moved, you could see the muscles flex under the soft layering. They tapered down to her calves, the muscles prominent and powerful looking from a lifetime of wearing heels in addition to her workouts.

He admired her figure from his seated position, as if he'd handcrafted her himself and was allowing Mike to look at his handiwork.

Mike's free hand raised until it found the firm, pliant flesh of her breasts. He hefted them, as though measuring them for himself. A thumb stroked her nipple, testing its responsiveness.

After a few moments of appreciation, he gave her another order. "Lay back down on the table, Lucy," he told her.

Hearing the words, Chad watched his wife cautiously step back onto the table and reposition herself on her back, her breathing slightly labored from her previous orgasm. Her pose presented her like a wanton whore for the pleasure of this man who was not her husband.

Anticipation filled the air as Mike stood before her, his cock jutting out from his body, glistening from the saliva Lucy left behind. Chad could feel the warmth pooling in his own groin as he watched his wife place her hands above her head, ready and waiting.

Mike wasted only a moment to appreciate her before closing the distance to align himself with her entrance. Even from his angle, Chad could see the way her lips were parted, as though her body was begging for Mike to take her, regardless of any reservations that might be running through Lucy's head. However, by the way she was offering herself, with no hesitation, he didn't imagine she had any qualms about taking this next step.

Mike stepped forward, his hands gripping his shaft, placing the tip at her slick entrance.

The idea may have been Chad's, but it had become Lucy's show as the night got started. Then, as Mike ate out his wife, he watched him take control of the evening. And now they both sat ready to see what was going to happen next.

"I'm going to fuck you now, and I'm going to show your husband exactly how good you feel on my cock." Once again, Mike used him, not just to feel like the bigger man, but to fuel his wife's apparent need to be dominated. Chad wasn't sure what the purpose was, but he couldn't deny how the feeling of helplessness as he allowed this to continue aroused him.

For the first time, Chad saw a flash of uncertainty in Lucy's eyes as he gauged how she was doing. He contemplated asking if she was okay with this, but while weighing the thoughts of her being vocal in the past and likely saying something if she had an issue against the possibility that she was just too caught up in the moment to find her voice, the opportunity was gone.

Mike drove himself home. It wasn't a hard, violent thrust, but it was a thrust with purpose. Her own cream lubricated her channel, allowing him to push all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. From Chad's view, there was no resistance, only a silent welcome. Her body instantly reacted in the most inviting way. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts up into the air as her head tried to push back into the table, and her eyes closed with a look of bliss across her face. If all of that wasn't sign enough, the way her heels were suddenly pushing into Mike's ass, as though they were trying to draw him in, was all the sign any of them needed that she wanted this.

Mike leaned forward, placing a hand near her head and one gripping her hip, leaning into a steady rhythm. His cock was clearly filling her completely as she adjusted to his size. Chad was starting to become accustomed to the mixed feelings of jealousy and arousal as he watched his wife's body respond to another man. The noises she made, the way her body writhed and moaned, it was all so different from what he was used to.

"Oh God, yes," he heard her gasp. Chad could see Lucy's body tense and relax with each thrust. Her breaths came in short gasps, her moans growing louder with each push.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, Lucy," Mike managed, and his pace increased.

Chad was officially watching his wife enjoy being fucked by another man. There was no confusing her reactions for anything other than pleasure, and he'd pushed her into it.

As he marveled at the surreal coupling, he heard his wife's voice call out. "Come here, baby," she said. Chad could hear the effort in her voice as she struggled to get the words out under Mike's continued onslaught. "Bring me that beautiful dick I love. Please, Chad, I need it." He could hear the pleading in her voice. The sincerity of her desire for him, even while she was being ravished by another man, made his heart soar.

When Chad stood, he saw Lucy convulsing once again and couldn't help but wonder if that was a mini orgasm or just a jolt of pleasure.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" he heard Mike grunt at him, pulling him from his reverence of his wife, who was on display in the most erotic manner he could ever imagine. " This slutty wife of yours is literally begging for it, and you're taking your sweet fucking time over there!" Picking up his pace, he circled the table, heading back toward where he started as his wife watched and beckoned for him.

As he approached, he was already working to drop his own clothes. As soon as his exposed cock was within her reach, she took it in her hand. Her fingers encircled him as they made a single smooth stroke from the base to the head and then cupped his balls momentarily. The exquisite sensation of her hand once again was short-lived, however.

As her hands withdrew once more, they went to her tits and pinched her nipples. He could see a wave of pleasure run through her as she shivered at her own touch. "Stroke that big dick for me, Chad. Let me watch you while Mike fucks me."

Her words did something to him, and he swore he could have almost cum right then but managed to stave it off for the brief moment he needed. Hearing her verbally tell him that Mike was fucking her just seemed to hit a nerve. He never would have imagined being a cuckold a month ago, and he certainly didn't think that he'd enjoy it. The idea was originally rooted in seeing her come alive, to find that spark they shared once again. Not to get off from the fact that his wife was blatantly fucking another guy and wanted to watch him masturbate while they did it.

His hand found its way to his throbbing dick while his mind was stuck in its own reflection. Thankfully, her voice brought him back. Reflection was supposed to be after they were done, not during.

"That's it, baby," she breathed. "Stroke that big dick for me." He was more than happy to oblige. And while he was pleasuring himself as she asked, perhaps he could contribute to her pleasure as well. With that in mind, he reached out and took over working her breasts himself. He started by replacing one of her hands with his own before moving to the other. He would have been happy to use both hands on her to offer her what he could, but she explicitly said she wanted to watch him stroke himself, so he wasn't about to let her down on her one request.

As he watched her face contort in pleasure and the way her breasts bounced under Mike's forceful thrusts, making it difficult to keep control of them under his hand, he abruptly felt her body shift. Looking down, he saw that Mike had grabbed her and was pushing her further onto the table, and Lucy was helping him. Her head now hung off the edge, and Chad took in this new sight.

"Why are you stroking your own dick?" came Mike's dominant voice once more. "Shove it in her mouth. Make her do the work so you can enjoy."

Chad looked down at Lucy, her eyes now looking up at his as he evaluated what she seemed to want. He had told her to masturbate for her, but Mike was telling him to shove his cock in her mouth. This was Lucy's night, though, not Mike's. He may have been benefiting from this, but it wasn't about him for Chad.

"Oh fuck, Lucy!" he heard Mike continue. It seemed like he was speeding up again, and Chad could only assume that he enjoyed the idea of Lucy being used the way he was using her, as well as giving her orders. "Suck him, Lucy. Wrap your lips around your husband's cock while I fuck your tight little pussy."

As Mike slammed home once more, Lucy opened her mouth. Taking that as an invitation, Chad slid it in with no preamble. He heard her try to moan around him as he pushed all the way in. Her head tilted back, allowing him to enter her throat with no notable resistance. Her only response was to close her mouth around him and suck with enough force to hollow out her cheeks. Clearly, he had made the right choice.

As he repeatedly drove in and out, he could feel his scrotum bump against her nose. Lucy had never given him a blowjob from this angle, and he could now see his cock causing her throat to bulge, and it was mesmerizing. Watching his head force it to expand and then contract as he retreated was impressive. He placed a hand over her throat, not to squeeze, but to feel its invasion. Mike's own thrusts pushed him into her throat even when he didn't intend to. The fact that Lucy was able to take the repeated intrusions was incredible to Chad.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Lucy. Your pussy is so tight," Mike said, breaking Chad's focus. "That's it, take it, Lucy. Take both of our cocks like the good little slut you are."

Chad looked up without even thinking and watched as Mike pummeled into his wife. He could see her abs flex as her body responded every time he degraded her.

As if taking Mike's words to heart, she grabbed his ass like she had done to Mike earlier, as though she were trying to pull him in. There was no pressure behind her grip, though. It was more as if she were resting her hands on him in a gesture of encouragement. She was moaning regularly at this point, but they came out as muffled grunts around his dick.

Taking the hint, he stepped up his own aggressiveness with her. He grabbed her hair as Mike had done and cradled her head. He held her at an angle that allowed him to drive into her throat repeatedly. Looking down, he could see the drool running from the corners of her mouth, streaking toward her hair. It was rather unsightly and a little disturbing as he looked into her swollen, bloodshot eyes, while she fought to catch her breath through her flaring nostrils. However, her apparent thrill of it all made it one of the hottest things he had ever experienced.

"Fuck yes, Lucy," Chad unintentionally parroted, "Suck that cock, baby. Take it all the way down your throat." If she wanted to be used, then who was he to deny her after she acquiesced and gave him this night at his prodding? Her tongue did what it could to aid her lips and throat in supplying him with whatever pleasure she could.

His conscience getting the best of him for a moment, he backed up to allow her to catch her breath. As she gasped for air, he was about to reenter her still open mouth when Mike announced he had other ideas.

"See, she likes being told what to do. Turn over," he barked, withdrawing from her sodden pussy. Even from where Chad stood, he could see the strings stretch from her hole as if they were the only things keeping him tethered to her core. In the end, they snapped once more and hung from his tip as he gave her room to turn around.

Chad watched as she sat up to turn around without a hint of hesitation. As she stood and began to bend back over toward Chad, he saw Mike redirect her. Guiding her a step over and turning her angle slightly, he pushed on her back to press her down onto the table to present herself to him once more.

Chad just stood and watched as Mike drove into her again. Lucy's face was one of ecstasy as she welcomed Mike back inside. Mike had her ass in his hands, fingers gripping each cheek as he used them to set his pace. Chad heard him grunt with each push, followed by a loud slapping noise that did little to drown out the wet, squelching sounds from her cunt. The sight of Mike's hips repeatedly ramming into her created an audible symphony of sweaty flesh slapping against sweaty flesh.

The slapping of their bodies was joined by the crack of Mike's hand on her ass. Even Chad's head snapped back at the unexpected strike. As for his poor wife, her upper body tensed, her head shot up, and her mouth fell open in what seemed like a near silent scream. A quick "Ah!" was all that managed to escape before her voice seized.

"Don't just stand there, put something in her mouth before your neighbors come out to see what she's screaming about," Chad heard him order.

He was still in shock at the force Mike had used in spanking her, which kept his feet rooted to the ground. But as he heard her moans start up once more, followed by a barely audible, "Again," he recognized it for what it was. A plea, not a command. Mike had his wife begging to be spanked with more force than he would have ever dared try on his own.

While Chad may have been having reservations that caused him to be slow to react, Mike did not share them. His motions were immediate and decisive as he raised his hand and quickly brought it down on Lucy's ass once more. Once again, Lucy seemed to lose herself momentarily in some unknown pleasure Chad had never gotten from her.

His insecurities rising once more, he stepped forward, feeling the need to be an active participant again. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed against her straining muscles that still held her back tense until they released, allowing him to bring her mouth back over his cock. The feel of her warmth welcoming him home brought forth a fresh surge of precum.

"Fuck, Lucy. You feel so good," he heard Mike praise her. "You know what the good thing is about you not fucking her, Chad? You've left her so much tighter for me."

The words stung. It was undeniably true. Even Mike knew that the irregularity of their sex left her extremely tight, and with Mike being even larger than he was, how could that not be the case?

"It's fucking amazing. You don't know what you've been missing, Chad. She's squeezing the life out of my cock!" Mike continued to make Chad feel like shit for having let his personal issues hold him back from giving his wife the intimacy she repeatedly asked for.

Mike was a clear example that had he continued to ignore her, and had she not been honest about what had already happened in response to his prodding, he might have been sitting at home watching sports while Lucy was bent over Mike's desk instead of their patio table.

In revelation to all of this, Chad suddenly felt a new and deeper love for his wife, for the fact that she was honest with him about what she was feeling, even if he did have to draw it out of her a little. In retrospect, during her confessional or any conversation afterward about Chad wanting this night to happen, he never doubted the sincerity of her words when she told him that she just wanted him, her husband, and not Mike. Mike was an instrument to be used in this moment, not a rival male who might take his wife away.

The taunts of how his wife felt didn't matter to Chad. But seeing how they pushed Lucy's pleasure to new levels when spoken to like that made him strangely happy for her. And if this is what she wanted, who was he to deny her any longer?

Trying to stabilize her head against the force of Mike fucking her, he proceeded to use her mouth once more.

"Do you know your wife told me she likes to masturbate while thinking of herself?" Mike continued, and Chad could hear Lucy almost whimper at hearing Mike's words. "She told me she likes to look at herself in the mirror, watching her reflection as she touches herself, spreading her pussy lips open so she can see how wet she gets."

Hearing these things about his wife that she never told him bit into his pride a bit. He wasn't mad at Lucy for telling Mike, he was mad at himself for not having let her know it was ok to tell him these things. But that didn't mean Lucy wasn't going to be punished for sharing these secrets with another guy. He could feel the vibrations through her throat and mouth as she moaned and whimpered while Mike laid her bare.

"She won't even masturbate in the shower because she doesn't want to let the water wash her juices away," Mike continued, clearly trying to push his buttons, Chad believed.

But that last statement explained a lot to Chad. He knew his wife was never a fan of masturbating in the shower or sex in any body of water for that matter. Wast this the reason why. His grip on her hair was a bit rough by this point, as was the way the head of his cock was using her uvula as a punching bag on its way past.

"That's how dirty your wife is, Chad. What kind of filthy whore would rather be covered in her own slime than clean water?"

That's fine, Mike, talk your shit, Chad thought, this is the best blowjob I've ever had in my life. The constant verbal abuse directed at his wife seemed to encourage her to give everything she had, and Chad was fully onboard.

When Mike's hand struck her ass again, Chad could feel her throat constrict around him as she fought her body's natural response to tense up and try to protect herself.

"Does this make you feel like a whore, Lucy? Does it make you feel like the dirty little bitch you are?" Mike carried on.

While Mike may not have been able to hear or see a response, Chad didn't miss it. She was looking straight into his soul when he felt the tug of her hair and the movement of her scalp against his hand as she gave a tiny nod. It was as though she was telling him that this is what she wanted. This is what Chad now needed to do going forward. To stop letting her walk on him and just take control.

"She loves it, doesn't she, Chad?" Mike taunted. "Your wife loves being called a whore. She loves being treated like a fucking filthy slut."

Mike had no idea how accurate his words apparently were.

Chad was approaching his end, and there was no resisting it as he felt the most extreme sensation of love for his wife in this most absurd coupling ever. And the way he showed it was to force his cock into her mouth and feel her throat swallow around it before giving her a chance to breathe again.

When he backed out so that only his bloated mushroom remained in her mouth, he could feel her redoubling her efforts to stimulate him. She knew him well enough to recognize when he was close and what he liked. The feeling of her pressing into the channel along the bottom of his shaft was perfection, and the way her tongue swept across his frenulum was rapidly pushing him to climax.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Chad panted in response to all of these new feeling and stimulations.

"That's it, Lucy," he heard Mike continue to push her. "Make your husband cum. Show him how much you love his cock. Your job tonight is to just take our cum."

Even though this night was meant to bring Lucy pleasure and Chad hoped to have some introspection, which he firmly believed he did, Lucy derived her pleasure from being exactly what Mike said. She was there to give pleasure and swallow his cum.

"Mmph," was all she managed as he unleashed in her mouth. He had pulled her head back so that he could look into the beautiful face he loved, ensuring that his jizz splashed against the roof of her mouth and washed across her tongue. He didn't want a single drop to bypass her having to taste him.

"Fuck, that's tight," Mike went on. "I bet Chad doesn't make you cum like this, does he, Lucy?"

Chad couldn't care less what Mike had to say at this point. Now that he knew this side of Lucy existed, and apparently ran deep, he was going to make the most of it going forward. He had managed to keep his gaze on her through most of his orgasm, but now spent, he had nothing more to give.

"Fuck, Lucy, you're gonna make me cum too," Mike said urgently. "Where do you want it? In your pussy, or on your ass?"

Lucy finally released Chad from her mouth, having sucked him to the point he was through the sensitive stage and now half-deflated.

"My pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy, Mike, please," she begged.

Hearing her beg for another man to cum in her pussy stung, especially after such an intimate moment, but he pushed it from his thoughts. After all, she was lost in her own bliss and experiencing things she never had, as far as Chad knew. He couldn't hold her showing this side of herself against her, thanks to a night he had instigated. He'd have to take his punishment as his wife got her pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. "I can feel every inch of your cunt hugging my cock," Chad was now nothing more than a spectator as he sat in a chair trying to recover. As he watched the scene unfold before him, he appreciated just how sensual a being his wife truly was and how she could draw out the most sexual parts of a man.

"That's it, take my cock in that filthy cunt of yours," Mike encouraged as he continued to slam into her. "I'm gonna make that pussy overflow with my cum."

Are you, though? Chad thought to himself as he sat in awe of his wife. Or is she going to make you cum so much it's overflowing? It was a stupid distinction, but Chad didn't want to give Mike credit for anything in this moment.

Mike suddenly leaned over, and grabbed at Lucy. He pulled her upright until she was pressed back against him, with one hand groping her chest, while the other wrapped around her throat. Once more, Chad couldn't believe how positively Lucy seemed to respond to Mike's manhandling of her.

He didn't hold any animosity against Mike, but he grew weary of hearing his arrogance as he fucked his wife. The act itself he could handle. Mike's apparent opinion of himself was a new revelation to Chad.

Seeing Mike finally start to tense up as his face contorted, it was obvious he had reached his limit. Chad could see a slight smile wash across Lucy's upturned face as he spoke.

"Please, Mike. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me," his wife begged of this other man. She wanted his seed inside her. Had Chad not recently cum, he may have been ready to go instantly at this strange fascination.

"Fuck, yeah, Lucy. Take it all. Every fucking drop," Mike groaned, his voice hoarse with exertion. "Take that cum in your dirty little cunt." His grip on her throat tightened.

Chad watched Lucy's head nod and an expression of bliss wash over her. "Yes, Mike. Give it to me. I can already feel it running down my leg," she breathed.

Her words drawing Chad's eye, but was unable to see from his angle. In his mind's eye though, he could see the mixture of frothy fluids as they turned to drops and rivulets streaking her inner thigh, with no distinction between what was from her and what was from Mike.

Mike leaned into her ear and whispered something, but Chad couldn't hear it over Lucy's gentle purrs of satisfaction.

With that, Mike released his hold on her, letting her catch herself on her way back down to the table, before he selfishly sat in a chair behind them.

Chad could feel his own blood pressure rise. He was annoyed with Mike. Not because of what happened tonight or that his wife enjoyed this other man so much, but because after everything she did, or allowed him to do and say, he just unceremoniously released her to fall to the table with no support. He sat down and left her exhausted and used body sprawled out before him.

Who knows, maybe Lucy was okay with it, but as her husband, his concern would always be for her until he knew she was alright. This night certainly served its purpose for him. He got far more out of it than he ever dreamed as he found new layers to the depth of his love for his wife.

Seeing her laid out on the table, he moved to her side, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then helped her to move to one of the patio chairs with the deep cushions. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he rejoined her side and proceeded to wipe away any of his cum or her saliva that may have remained on her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern, before grabbing her glass of water.

"I'm fine, baby. Just... tired," she managed to say. She looked tired. She was the epitome of used and abused. Ridden hard and put away wet. If it weren't for her clear state of bliss, he would've felt genuinely bad for her, but apparently that wasn't a sentiment she would have shared. So, he discarded the feeling and was just happy for her to have had this experience.

As Mike sat on the sidelines this time, watching the exchange between them, Chad simply comforted Lucy for a moment, allowing her a chance to relax. Once she seemed to regain some energy, he helped her to her feet once more.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Chad said softly, leading her toward the house. "And Mike, would you mind seeing yourself out while I get her to bed?"