I Saw Your Browsing History Pt. 03

Corey was enjoying his 40th birthday more than he ever thought possible. He had expected that his wife, Anna, would throw him a surprise party, which would have been entirely consistent with their mundane suburban existence.

Instead, though, after secretly learning of her husband's voyeuristic desires, Anna decided to treat him to a saucy role-playing game for his birthday. She would let her husband watch her flirt with a stranger in a bar for a bit, then after Corey stepped in they would ditch the stranger and go up to their hotel room to make passionate love.

That was the plan, at least.

When Corey failed to step in, the stranger took charge and turned the married couple's life upside down. The stranger, Ted, cuckolded Corey and made him watch as he unleashed Anna's long-repressed inner slut.

Not only did Corey live out his ultimate fantasy of watching his wife go crazy for strange cock, Corey also became the aggressor with his wife for the first time and roughly took her anal virginity. Best of all, Corey and Anna seemed to be of the same mind about their new eroticism. They were both wildly excited to be dominated by Ted, and to be completely uninhibited with each other. There seemed to be no boundaries anymore.

* * * * *

"I have to make a quick stop in my office," Anna said as she tapped out a message on her phone.

"Sure," Corey agreed. He looked at his wife and was overcome by love and gratitude. She was making his fantasies come true, keeping their home life intact, and looked beautiful as always.

Anna dressed for the day in a gray skirt falling to mid-thigh, showing off her smooth, toned legs. Like last night, her appearance was uncharacteristically sexy. She wore a white, gauzy, sleeveless blouse with buttons down the front, the top two open suggestively.

Her outfit was accentuated by eyeshadow, a hint of color on her cheeks, and shimmering red lip gloss to match her nails. She wore the same black choker from the night before and beaded, dangly earrings that framed her lovely face. She wore a new pair of black heels, an inch higher than usual.

Being Saturday, Anna's office building was empty and they were alone in the elevator. She seemed distracted, absorbed in a text thread on her phone. For a moment Corey was annoyed that she was working during his birthday-celebration weekend, but given the intensity of what had transpired so far he decided it might not be a bad idea to take a break. They could catch their breath while Anna tied up loose ends at work.

When the elevator door opened, Anna put her hand to Corey's chest, indicating him to wait. She stuck her head out and scanned the hallway.

"C'mon," she said, taking Corey by the hand. "Hurry!"

"What? --" Core began, but Anna cut him off.

"Shhhh!" she warned. "This way." She led him down the hall and around the corner to her office, hustling Corey along and easing the door closed behind them.

There were stacks of boxes all over and Anna immediately went to work rearranging them. "Here," she said to Corey, pointing, "put those over there. Grab that stool!"

Corey did as directed and in just a few moments they created a perfect hiding spot where a person could sit undetected with a full view of the office.

Anna's phone pinged, making her move with urgency.

"Quick!" she hissed, jostling Corey into the hiding spot. "Get in! Don't make a sound!"

"Anna?" Corey implored, genuinely confused, "what's going on?"

"Your next birthday present," she giggled. "Enjoy!" She pushed the last stack of boxes into place, completely entombing Corey in his hiding place.

Anna quickly scampered around her desk and rolled out some plans to make it look like she was in the middle of a project. She clicked her phone and music came on, giving cover to any inadvertent sounds Corey might make.

Corey was about to rise up from his cave when he saw the door open and Anna's boss, Gil, step in.

* * * * *

Gil was a few years younger than Anna. He was over six feet tall and solidly built, with good looks and a commanding presence. He was the managing partner for the office, which he built from the ground up through hard work, intelligence, and a little luck.

Among the staff, there was never any question as to who was in charge. It was always Gil. Every one of his employees, Anna included, agreed he was demanding but fair. They may not have liked him all the time, but they always respected him.

Anna was Gil's top project manager. He hired her three years ago and they worked together every day. They had a close professional relationship, but it was never anything more. They didn't do lunch and didn't socialize outside the office.

Gil was married with young kids, but the company was his top priority. He put in long hours every day and was at the office most weekends. Anna, on the other hand, strived to maintain a reasonable work-life balance. She reserved her nights and weekends for family unless there was a looming deadline or emergency.

Gil knew Anna had no deadlines for Monday, so he was surprised when she texted him that morning to say that she would be in the office soon and wanted to meet.

* * * * *

"Something you wanted to show me?" Gil asked sharply as he stepped into Anna's office. He didn't even bother looking up from his phone as he spoke. Corey could tell Gil was preoccupied with something important and wasn't looking to linger.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you Gil, but I thought I should run this by you."

Gil looked up from his screen and did a double take. He thought Anna might be playing a joke on him - maybe it was her sister sitting behind her desk?

Anna's skimpy outfit was like nothing he had never seen before. She always wore conservative clothes in the office -pantsuits, sweaters, jackets and the like that hid her body beneath layers of fabric. No makeup or manicure. Weekend wear would typically be baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.

Gil visualized countless times what might lie underneath all that clothing. He had a strong feeling it would be extremely appealing, but he never got a chance to confirm.

In fact, Anna's professional demeanor was so dry that her colleagues called her "The Ice Queen" behind her back. There were many instances when Anna walked into a room and a racy conversation suddenly went quiet. Some men in the company purposely avoided looking at her altogether, for fear it would be taken the wrong way.

Anna was well aware of her nickname and, on some level, she liked it. It pleased her to know that her colleagues considered her to be different -- a Queen, her own brand of royalty.

Gil stared, taken aback by the woman sitting behind Anna's desk. Her revealing top, lovely face, bright red lips and nails, the black choker and gaudy earrings transformed her. Even beyond her outward appearance, she radiated a new aura. It was in the way she moved, the angle of her head, the way she held a pencil. She was oozing sexuality.

Gil felt his pulse race. He had always been attracted to Anna despite her drab appearance, but being the boss, not to mention married, he always behaved properly. The last thing he needed was a #MeToo moment that could cost him his job and more.

Gil was still kicking himself for the mildly suggestive comment he made to Anna at last year's Holiday Party. It was a moment of weakness fueled by three glasses of bourbon, and afterwards he vowed never to drink with his employees again.

Nevertheless, Anna's appearance caused an immediate stirring in Gil's loins. His eyes were drawn to the pendent hanging from her black choker, dangling above her enticing chest. Her flimsy, sensuously unbuttoned top revealed the outline of her pokey nipples, something he never had the pleasure of observing before. He was about to blurt out a compliment, but he bit his tongue and forced himself to calm down.

Corey watched from his hiding place, his wife's intentions now obvious. It was another of his fantasies about to come true. Anna was going to seduce her boss while Corey watched, hidden in the shadows.

Gil took a deep breath. "Is this the Forster Project?" he asked, playing it cool, keeping his eyes locked on Anna's face, fighting the urge to drop his gaze downward.

"Exactly," Anna confirmed, watching Gil struggle not to undress her with his eyes. "Can you sit for a minute?" she offered, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk. "I promise I'll make it quick."

"Umm, sure," Gil stumbled, lowering himself into the seat. Anna rose up and came around the desk to stand to his right, talking him through the plans laid out of her desk.

Gil gulped when he saw Anna's short skirt, her knees never having been displayed in the office before. His eyes wandered over her smooth calves and a tantalizing expanse of exposed thigh.

Anna traced her red manicured fingertip around the large printout, pointing out specific issues she wanted Gil to be aware of. At one point she leaned far over, extending her right arm to the top left corner of the plan, causing her shirt to fall open and expose her black, lacy bra.

Gil tried to focus but his mind was reeling. He detected the faint aroma of sweet perfume, something he never associated with her before. His eyes followed the curve of her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. He stole a glance inside her thin white shirt.

"Well, what do you think?" Anna asked, breaking into his daydream. "Any thoughts?"

"Wow!" Gil said, exhaling. "I'm really sorry if this is inappropriate, but I just have to say you look amazing."

Anna paused, looking down at her boss in his chair.

Gil froze, fearful his comment might have crossed a line. He suddenly had a sick feeling that Anna was going to create an HR shitstorm.

Anna looked at Gil coolly, intent on making him uncomfortable, just for fun. She knew he had been attracted to her for years but was too much of a gentleman to ever act on his desires. It was clear, though, that Anna's new, sexy look had thrown him off balance. With Gil commenting on her appearance and the two of them alone in the office, Anna could sense his interest piquing.

"Awww, Gil," she said, putting her left hand on his shoulder. "That's sweet of you."

Gil sighed in relief. "You look really amazing," he repeated, unable to stop his eyes from roaming down her body and back up to her face.

"I'm not always The Ice Queen, you know," she said suggestively.

"Oh no?" Gil asked, surprised Anna knew about her nickname.

"Uh-uh," Anna said, giving him a playful smile. "You'd be surprised."

"Really?" Gil asked skeptically.

"Really," Anna confirmed, nodding.

Gil studied her face as if he was playing poker, trying to read her. He wasn't sure what had gotten into his star employee, but he wasn't about to ask. He liked the game she was playing.

"Surprise me, then," he said, narrowing his eyelids, as if calling her bluff.

Anna looked at him, pausing for dramatic effect. She was immensely enjoying being watched by her husband as she seduced her boss. Both men sat with sweaty palms as they awaited Anna's next move.

Corey shivered as Anna slowly lifted her hands to the third button on her shirt, the one between her firm, perky breasts. Looking into Gil's eyes, she took the button in her red, sparkly fingers and deftly undid it.

Behind the boxes, Corey got that here-we-go-again feeling in his gut. Gil raised his eyebrows, his mouth curling into a grin.

"Surprised?" Anna asked teasingly.

"Yeah, I'll say," Gil nodded.

"How about you surprise me now?" Anna suggested.

Gil smiled and studied Anna's face, still trying to read her. Hoping he wasn't making a grave mistake, Gil decided to go all in. Gingerly, he raised his hands to Anna's shirt. Corey and Anna watched as he undid the fourth button.

"Surprised?" Gil asked.

"Pleasantly," Anna chirped encouragingly. She looked Gil in the eye and undid the fifth button, calling his raise and tossing more chips in the pot. There was one more button to go.

Gil grinned and undid the sixth and last button, calling her bet. He cocked his head at Anna, as if challenging her to raise the stakes.

Keeping her eyes locked on Gil, Anna grasped the loose ends of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders and arms, letting it fall on the floor next to her desk.

Corey shuddered. His wife looked so vulnerable standing before her fully clothed boss wearing only a short skirt and sheer bra,. Anna looked down at Gil sitting in the chair, his face right in front of her chest. Gil stared ravenously at Anna's plump, dark nipples poking out through the black lace, juicy little gumdrops just begging to be sucked.

Gil raised his eyes to Anna's face. "You got any more surprises?" he asked hopefully.

Anna smiled and slowly reached her hands behind her back. Corey and Gil watched as she unclasped her bra and took the straps between her red, sparkling thumb and forefinger, stretching them out and letting them fall back on her skin, building up the suspense.

"Want to see?" she teased.

Corey and Gil both nodded emphatically.

Anna smirked and slid her bra off, pulling it over her arms and dropping the lacy garment on top of her shirt.

"You didn't know I was so full of surprises, did you?" she asked, standing before Gil topless, hands on her hips.

"I love surprises," Gil said as he lifted his hands.

Corey watched as Anna invited yet another man to play with her beautiful breasts. She placed her hands on Gil's and held them to her as he cupped her smooth orbs, getting a feel for them.

"I've wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you, you know."

Anna smiled as he squeezed and caressed her.

"I know," she said, holding the backs of Gil's hands as he felt her up, encouraging his explorations. "I've seen you trying to burn a hole through my shirts with your eyes every day."

Gil tweaked her nipples with his thumbs. "I thought I was being discreet," he said.

"Well, more than most guys," she giggled.

Corey watched as his wife lifted her hands to her boss's head, gently pulling him to her chest. "You can kiss them if you want," she whispered.

Gil put his arms around Anna's waist and pursed his lips against her mounds, kissing wet circles around them. He licked and squeezed and nibbled her tender flesh. Corey watched as Gil sucked her nipples and chewed her skin. Corey shuddered when he saw that Gil left a bright red hickey that marked his wife's sweet tits as belonging to him.

Anna ran her fingers through Gil's hair, letting him know that she loved him feasting on her boobs.

"Yessss," Anna hissed loudly, making sure her husband could hear. "Suck my tits."

When Gil had Anna soaking wet he stood and brought his lips to her face. He wrapped his arms around her and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Corey watched Anna respond eagerly. She put her arms around Gil's neck and kissed him as he squeezed and rubbed her.

Corey trembled as he watched his wife make out with her boss. They kissed fervently, as if three years of suppressed office desire was finally busting out. Corey watched Anna slowly graze her hand across Gil's broad shoulders, over his chest and belly, then down onto the front of his jeans.

When Anna spread her small hand over Gil's bulge she suddenly pulled back from their kiss, looking at him with bewilderment.

"Gil!" she squeaked. "What the hell? You're huge!"

Corey got that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Again? He wondered. It couldn't be bigger than Ted's, could it?

"Surprise!" Gil chuckled and placed his hands on Anna's shoulders, gently guiding her down. "Why don't you take a closer look?"

Anna offered no resistance, dropping to her knees and looking up at her boss submissively. He gave her a nod, as if giving her permission to play. Anna raised her hand to his bulge and spread her fingers over it, getting a sense of her boss's dimensions. She could tell he was truly enormous.

"Can I take it out?" she asked demurely.

"Oh yeah," Gil responded.

Anna bit her lip and looked at her husband in his hiding spot as she unsnapped her boss's pants and lowered his zipper. She slid his jeans down as Gil kicked his shoes off, leaving him standing over her in just his briefs and t-shirt.

Anna looked at Corey again as she gingerly took the elastic waistband of Gil's underwear in her manicured fingers and pulled it far out so as not to catch on the head, then down.

Corey and Anna both gasped as Gil's colossal tool sprang loose. He was indeed even larger than Ted. It stood rigid, pulsing with every beat of his heart. It flared upward like a sword, capped by a smooth, round head with a sharp ridge. It appeared nearly twice the length of Corey's and much, much thicker.

Corey estimated it to be ten inches long.

"Wow!" Anna panted. "It's gigantic!"

"That's right," Gil chuckled. He pulled his shirt off, baring a sculpted chest and six-pack abs, and tossed it on the growing pile of clothes. "Think you can handle it?"

"Wowwwww," Anna moaned as she wrapped her painted fingers around, the tips barely touching. "I'll try."

"That's my girl," Gil said as he cradled her head and pulled her face to his hips. "Give it a kiss."

Anna looked up as she pursed her lips against the underside, giving it a loving smooch. "Mmmmm," she purred as she gave it another kiss, then another. "Your cock is incredible, boss."

Anna worked her way down to the base, smothering Gil's rod with her wet lips and tongue, then back up. She brought her hand to his balls, massaging his heaving sac as she twirled her tongue over the smooth head. Corey watched, enthralled, as his wife parted her lips wide and sucked Gil's fat shaft into her hungry mouth.

Anna feasted on Gil's majestic member as if she was starving, pumping her head, keeping her red lips wrapped in a tight circle, her jaw stretched impossibly wide.

Corey watched from his hiding place, marveling at the fact that his wife was sucking her third different cock already that morning - as many as she had in her entire life. Despite her inexperience, she blew her boss gracefully, bobbing her head steadily as she fisted the base with one hand and massaged his balls with the other.

Anna looked to the stack of boxes where her husband hid, her mouth stuffed with Gil's meat, her gold wedding band shining on her finger. Knowing it would make Corey go crazy, she dropped her face down to Gil's ball sac, running her tongue over the wrinkled skin. Anna's eyes shined at Corey, as if licking her boss's balls was the most delicious thing she ever experienced. Looking her husband in the eye, she opened wide and took Gil's entire scrotum in her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk as she rolled his nuts with her tongue. Anna hummed happily as she sucked her boss's balls, switching from one to the other, globs of drool dripping down her chin.

After thoroughly slathering Gil's testicles, Anna worked her way back up his long shaft, kissing it lovingly, nuzzling it against her cheeks and lips, painting it with wet swipes of her tongue until she reached the tip. Looking into Corey's hiding spot, her eyes sparkling with glee, she opened wide and took her boss back into her wet mouth, worshipping his stiff penis every way possible. Anna sucked Gil frantically, as if she was dying for yet another load of cum.

Gil had other plans, though. "Get up!" he commanded. He had fantasized about fucking Anna on her desk almost every day since he first interviewed her. Now, with her half-naked and insatiable, he was going to make it happen.

Anna whimpered in protest when Gil pulled out and lifted her to her feet, but readily complied when he laid her back on her desk. Corey watched as Gil stepped between his wife's outstretched legs and yanked her panties off.

"Take off your skirt!" Gil demanded.

Anna quickly unzipped herself and raised her butt, tossing her skirt towards the stack of boxes where her husband hid. Corey had a perfect view of his wife splayed out on her desk, completely nude, her erect nipples poking up at the ceiling.

Gil grabbed Anna by the waist and slid her toward him until her shaved mound was right below his towering erection. He took her hands and placed them behind her thighs.

"Spread your legs," Gil commanded as he folded her back, knees to shoulders. Corey watched his wife holding herself open wide, offering her dewy vagina to her boss any way he desired.

"Good girl," Gil crowed, aiming his manhood at her gleaming opening.

Corey could see a look of nervous anticipation on his wife's face as Gil lined himself up. Anna was fearful of Gil's incredible size, yet eager to get fucked by a second man with her husband watching.

I'm such a slut! she thought, extremely pleased with herself.

"You want it?" Gil demanded, swiping his leaking head up and down her slit.

"Mmmm, yes!" Anna implored, looking directly into her husband's hiding place. "I do."

Hearing his wife say 'I do' made Corey light-headed. His mind instantly flashed the image of his lovely bride in her white dress on their wedding day, friends and family looking on as they took their solemn vows. In the bright sunshine that afternoon Anna looked like an angel, but now -- on her back, legs spread, pleading for her boss's massive cock -- she was more like a demon.

"You really want it?" Gil demanded, dipping the head in slightly deeper.

"I DO!" Anna bawled, knowing precisely the effect those words were having on her husband. Making Corey watch while she begged for another man's cock made her wetter than ever. "I want it! Please, boss."

Gil chuckled. He loved that she called him 'boss.' He swirled the head around her moist twat. "Once I fuck you, you're my office slut, every day."

Corey almost fell off his stool. His wife was going to be a slut for two men?

Anna groaned. Having access to Gil's ten inches on a daily basis would be the most naughty and wonderful thing she could imagine. She knew her husband would be horrified, but love it all the same.

"You want that?" Gil demanded, teasing Anna with his dripping cockhead. "You want to be my slut?"

"YES!" Anna screamed. "I'll be your slut! Every day! Please, FUCK ME GIL!"

Corey watched as Gil gripped his wife's hips and began to ease his monster inside her. He used short strokes at first, opening her up, then longer, every swing of his hips forcing him deeper.

It seemed impossible to Corey that so much cock could fit within his wife's petite frame, but when Gil finally worked himself in balls-deep, his hips pressed to her ass, there was no doubt.

Gil paused to let Anna adjust to being stuffed with more cock than ever before. "You like it?" he demanded.

Anna turned her head and locked eyes with her husband. "YES!" she wailed. "It's the BEST!"

With that Gil pulled out and sank his entire length into her in one long, smooth stroke. Corey watched his wife shriek with joy as Gil commenced pounding her, Anna holding her legs spread wide to accommodate his immense size.

Anna was delirious. Gil was touching her places she didn't even know existed. She looked into her husband's hiding place with a look of wonder on her face, letting Corey know that she loved her new existence as a slut, ready to take on as much hard cock as she could get.

"Yes!" she cried, "YES! I've NEVER been fucked SO GOOD!"

Gil smiled, unaware that Anna was speaking to her husband, not to him, but Corey knew.

With Anna's tight tunnel enveloping him, and having been primed by her masterful blowjob, Gil was close to losing control. The sight of her slim body shaking with every thrust of his hips, her sensuous cries, plus the fact that he was finally fucking the object of countless daydreams was simply too much for him. He dropped a hand down to diddle Anna, strumming his thumb on her clit as he slammed into her, intent to bring her off simultaneously with him.

"Oh... oh... OH MY GOD!" Anna rumbled as Gil sent her soaring toward an earth-shaking climax. Corey watched his wife's body shake as her skin flushed red, a tsunami of pleasure washing over her.

Anna's quivering sent Gil over the edge. He thrust mightily, stuffing every inch of himself inside her as he exploded in her depths.

"YES!" Anna yelled. "Cum in me! CUM!"

Corey watched as Gil slumped forward on of his wife, emptying his load into her with every pulse of his big balls.

Anna lay back with her arms and legs wrapped tight around her boss, feeling him twitch inside her as he came. She stared into her husband's face, gasping for breath.

Finally, Gil rose up. He pulled his pants on and zipped himself up, looking down at Anna like a conquering hero. He looked at his phone and saw the time.

"I have to go," he said, resuming his office demeanor. "If you mention this to anyone I'll deny everything and fire you, understand?"

Anna nodded, wiping a sheen of sweat off her forehead. The last thing in the world she wanted was for anyone to know she screwed her boss, or that she got down on her knees to blow him. "If you mention this to anyone I'll say you forced me, then I'll sue you," she promised.

Gil laughed. "I guess we're good here, then. Keep up the Ice Queen thing so no one gets suspicious, OK?

"That's my plan," Anna agreed.

"Good," he said. "And don't forget your, um... new responsibilities around here."

Anna grinned. "Oh, I won't. You can count on that."

"I want to hear you say it," Gil said.

Anna turned her head and looked at her husband lecherously. "Like I said -- I'll be your slut, Gil," she cooed. "You can give me that big thing anytime. And I'll never say a word to anyone, I promise."

"Good girl," Gil said with a smile. He paused in the doorway. "Nice work on the Forster Project. You have a great future at this company."

* * * * *

"Oh, baby!" Anna cried as she got up from the desk. She pushed a stack of boxes to the side, releasing her husband from his hiding place. She took him by the hand and sat him down in the chair, then lay back on her desk.

"I'm so horny, baby!" she whimpered as she slid her butt to the edge and draped her legs over her husband's shoulders.

"That was so fucking hot," Corey said in a daze as he looked between his wife's thighs. He could see that her pussy was ravaged, raw and red with gobs of Gil's cum sloshing out. He looked up and saw a wild look on her face.

Anna wrapped her legs around her husband's head and pulled him into her. "Eat me!" she growled.

Corey was repulsed but elated at the same time. Eating his wife's sloppy gash after she just got fucked would be so dirty. He knew it would be a wicked thrill, but also a shameful low. He hesitated.

Corey's reticence only encouraged Anna. She wanted to demean him further, if that was even still possible, to really test his boundaries.

"Eat me!" she demanded, wrapping Corey's head in a leglock. He tried to pull away but she had him trapped, forcing his face into her wetness. Corey was immediately overcome by the feel and taste of Anna's hot, wet flesh coated Gil's spunk.

Corey couldn't stop himself from flicking his tongue out.

"YES, you cuck!" she bawled. "Lick it up! Clean me!"

His wife's words in his ears, along with the flavors and textures on his tongue, demolished any reservations Corey had. Suddenly he was hungrily lapping up the mess, slurping and sucking from Anna's clit all the way down to her puckered rosebud, gobbling up every slimy drop and gulping it into his belly.

"Yes! Eat his cum, you CUCK!" Anna yelled, squeezing her husband's head between her thighs.

When his wife's cunt was thoroughly cleaned, Corey clamped his mouth on Anna's clit and sucked for all he was worth. Anna launched into yet another orgasm, writhing on her desk and screeching as shock waves coursed through her.

Corey was in another world. Watching his wife climax, and the taste of Gil's cum in his mouth sent him into a frenzy. He stood up, and in one motion he whipped his hard dick out and spun his wife so her head was hanging down off the edge of the desk in front of him. He gave himself two tugs and unleashed a huge load onto her lovely face.

Anna closed her eyes as she felt Corey's seed splashing over her cheeks and eyelids and nose, loving her husband taking charge just as much as she loved humiliating him. She purred happily as Corey shot globs of sperm on her face, coating it with his sticky fluid.

When Corey was done he fell back in the chair, panting for air as he contemplated more of his fantasies come to life -- eating his wife's freshly fucked pussy and drenching her face in cum.

Before he could catch his breath, Anna jumped up and brought her mouth to his, wrapping her arms around him and forcing her tongue into his mouth for a semen-soaked French kiss. She rubbed her gooey cheeks against his, smearing his load all over his face as they traded a sticky snowball back and forth.

"You're a dirty cuckold," Anna growled in her husband's ear.

"You're a nasty slut," Corey replied.