Giving My Wife Another Nod

This is a sequel to "Giving My Wife The Nod," which you may want to read first. --CO

In the months after Logan's going-away party, Melissa and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. Sex was frequent and intense, especially when we would recount her outdoor coupling with Logan, as Melissa had zeroed in pretty quickly on how turned on I was by the humiliation of seeing her with another man. "Can you believe Logan got to fuck me?" she would say during sex. "He got to cum inside your wife!" It would never fail to put me over the edge.

As for Logan, I never saw him again after that party. Sometimes I wished I still did, as just the thought of having to talk to him again, while knowing that he had fucked Melissa, would get me going and ready to fuck her brains out.

Outside of sex, Melissa would admit that the whole thing sometimes made her feel a little whore-ish, but I assured her that she wasn't and that she was the best wife I could ask for. I think her guilt actually made me feel more reassured about being turned on by her infidelity.

I had mentioned that Logan was one of many guys who hit on Melissa. Another one was my boss Richard. Well, he wasn't my boss, exactly, but he was the team leader at my office and certainly acted like he was my boss. He was significantly older than me, in his early fifties, tall and handsome with salt-and-pepper hair, and the kind of smugness that suggested he saw himself as the future CEO. At the office, he was always making snide remarks, especially to me. "Well, you did your best, Dave," he once smirked to the entire team after I gave what I thought was a great presentation.

But the few times he saw Melissa, usually at some company social event or party, he was all smiles and charm. He'd flirt with her, make jokes, give her compliments that would walk right up to the edge of inappropriate, and generally leer at her body. Sometimes he would even insult me right in front of her. "How did a guy like you get a woman like THIS, Dave," or things like that. I thought Melissa would see right through it, but one time when I brought up how lame he was, she disagreed. "I dunno, hon, I think he's pretty handsome in a silver fox way. Very charming."

This was all before Logan, so I didn't think about that comment again.

Soon summer turned to fall and in turn to winter. In mid-December, my company's annual holiday party was coming up. The week before the party, Melissa stood in our bedroom in front of the full-length mirror, trying on dresses for me to approve. She stepped out in the first one: a sleek black cocktail dress that hit just above the knee, modest neckline, classy and safe.

"What do you think?" she asked, doing a little spin. "Professional enough?"

"Looks great," I said. "Go with that."

She disappeared back into the closet and came out in a second option: a red dress with a slightly lower neckline.

"Better?" she grinned.

"Much better," I said. "You look hot. Go with that one."

Melissa went back into the closet. Then she emerged in a dark emerald green velvet dress. It was longer than the others, but had a slit all the way one thigh, with a plunging neckline that almost went down to her navel, exposing the inner sides of her tits.

She struck a pose. "Too much for a company party?"

"WAY too much!" I said. But I eyed her up and down, enjoying the view. Suddenly a thought popped into my head and out of my mouth. "Although, hell, wear something like that and maybe Richard might finally start being nice to me."

She laughed and struck another pose, hands on her hips. "Oh really? You think me dressing slutty will help your career?"

I shrugged. "Hey, I'm not too proud to take advantage of your looks. You could flirt a little, bat your eyelashes..."

Melissa raised an eyebrow as she adjusted the straps. "Careful what you wish for, buddy," she said with a smirk, checking herself out in the mirror. "If he starts making moves on me, who knows where it'll stop?"

I chuckled, trying to keep it light. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" she teased, her eyes sparkling. "I told you before I think he's cute. Maybe even cuter than Loogaaaan," she ended in a sing-song.

Needless to say, the teasing ended immediately in sex. But afterward, we both agreed on her wearing the red dress, sexy but still appropriate for a company event.

Over the next few days, though, the joke refused to leave my head. Every time I was at work and Richard walked by my desk, barking orders or making one of his smug comments, the image would flash through my mind: Melissa in that green dress, looking up at him with that flirty smile. Melissa looking at me for a nod while Richard stroked her hair. Melissa on her knees, blowing him while he smirked at me. Melissa bent over, Richard pumping into her. Every thought filled me with that familiar rush of jealousy and arousal.

By the time the day of the holiday party arrived, the thought had burrowed deep into my brain. I kept getting half-hard at random moments just thinking about the possibility of giving Melissa that nod.

That evening, I was in the bedroom putting on my suit while Melissa got ready. She had just showered and was standing in front of her closet in a lacy black bra and matching panties, reaching for the red dress we had agreed on.

Before she could pull it off the hanger, I spoke up.

"You know..." I said, as casually as I could. "Maybe you should wear the green one instead."

Melissa paused, her fingers still on the red dress. She turned her head slowly and looked at me over her shoulder. There was a flicker of understanding in her eyes. Then, without a word, she reached for the green dress.

The silence felt electric as she took off her bra and slipped the dress on. She stood there for a second, the plunging neckline framing her cleavage beautifully, and her toned thigh peeking through the slit. She looked sexy as hell. She added a touch of lipstick, stepped into some heels, and gave herself one last look in the mirror.

"Ready?" she asked softly.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah. Let's go."

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The mood was already lively when we arrived at the party, in a holiday-decorated hotel ballroom downtown. Melissa and I mingled a bit, chatting with my work friends and taking advantage of the open bar. She stayed close to me, more lively and bubbly than I had seen her in a while, maybe in anticipation of what might happen.

About a half hour later, Richard arrived. He walked in wearing a sharp dark suit, schmoozing and shaking hands with everyone he needed to impress. I watched him as he slowly made his way across the room until he walked up to our group. Immediately his eyes went straight to Melissa, his gaze traveling slowly down her body. He looked genuinely stunned by her beauty, exactly the way I had imagined he would.

"Well well well!" he finally said with an appreciative smile, shaking my hand quickly before turning back to her. "Melissa, you might just be the most beautiful woman in the room tonight."

Melissa giggled playfully. "Oh, thank you, Richard. That's very sweet. I feel bad for all the other girls you've said that to, though!"

Richard burst out laughing. That remark must have charmed him, because instead of moving on, he stayed with our circle. At first, he talked to the whole group, but slowly he started directing more of his comments and energy to Melissa, talking her ear off with jokes and stories about my coworkers that were a little too mean. Melissa is always friendly, but now she took it up a level, laughing at his jokes, touching his arm now and then, tilting her head and giving him that flirty little smile I knew so well. She didn't go overboard, but she definitely was encouraging him. I began to notice Richard's hand occasionally brushed the small of her back or rested lightly on her arm as he leaned in to talk over the music.

Soon the rest of our group walked off, leaving just me and the two of them. Richard was flirting harder now, letting his gaze drop to her cleavage, sending a hot wave of jealousy into my stomach. At the same time, I could feel myself getting hard. My mind kept flashing to images of Melissa bent over for him in some quiet corner of the hotel, that tight green dress pushed up around her waist, Richard's hands on her body.

Melissa caught my eye. She held my gaze for a long beat, almost like she was reading my mind, seeing what I was imagining. "Honey," she said to me, "do you feel like a drink?" She was giving me an option of taking her with me or leaving them alone, I could tell. Here was an opportunity to shut it all down.

"Yeah, let me go get you something," I said, barely believing what I was saying. Melissa smiled. "Okay!" she said. Richard started to say, "I'll have a bourbon," but I was already walking away. He can flirt with my wife, but I'm not serving him drinks, I thought. I wasn't getting them anything anyway.

I set myself up in a corner of the enormous room at the bar, standing next to a group of people from another department. I ordered a drink and then kept my eyes on Melissa and Richard, watching them talk, getting closer to each other as time went on.

After what felt like an hour, Melissa finally slipped away and made her way over to where I was standing. She picked up a fresh glass of champagne and leaned against the bar next to me, looking relaxed and radiant.

I kept my voice casual, trying to sound normal. "Having fun?"

Melissa took a big gulp and smiled, looking straight ahead, not making eye contact with me. "Yeah, I am. A lot." She paused for a second, then added, "I might end up having even more fun tonight, if you want."

I felt my pulse speed up. I looked down at my drink for a moment. The fantasy I'd been playing with for days was suddenly very real.

I nodded. "You can have fun."

Melissa turned her head slightly so she was looking directly at me. Her expression was still casual on the surface, but her tone became serious underneath. "Are you sure? This isn't like Logan. You'll have to see him every day."

I wasn't sure if she was trying to warn me or arouse me even more. I stood there for a minute, feeling the jealousy burn in my chest, feeling it turn me on.

I took a deep breath, and nodded. "Try to have fun somewhere on the second floor."

Melissa studied my face for a long second, then gave a small, understanding nod. "Okay." She gave me one last soft smile, finished her champagne, and slipped back into the crowd.

I stayed at the bar, heart pounding, my cock throbbing in my pants. The reality of what I had just agreed to was starting to sink in, and the mix of emotions was overwhelming. It took a few minutes before I realized that I couldn't see Melissa anymore. Or Richard.

Shit.

I stood there nursing my drink, pretending to check my phone while my mind raced. Part of me wanted to stay downstairs and let it happen without knowing the details. Another part burned with the need to see it, to witness my boss with my wife. But what if he caught me looking? How would my career survive that?

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I downed the rest of the drink and set my glass down and headed for the elevators, trying to look casual as I made my way up to the second floor.

The elevator opened onto a quiet floor. It was mostly meeting rooms, a small lounge, and a business center for guests who needed to print or work. I walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering in my chest, listening for any sign, any sound.

As I approached the small business center near the end of the corridor, I noticed the door was slightly ajar -- just a few inches. The soft light of a desk lamp spilled out into the hallway.

Then I heard it. Wet, rhythmic slurping sounds. The unmistakable noise of a blowjob. My stomach twisted. It had to be them.

I stopped just outside the door, not daring to peek through the crack. I just listened.

Richard's voice came through clearly.

"Fuck... that's it. Goddamn, you're good at this."

There was another wet slurp, followed by Melissa's muffled moan as she took him deeper.

Richard groaned again, longer this time. "God... keep going just like that."

He let out a shaky breath, then another deep groan.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible."

The wet slurping sounds continued steadily, accompanied by Richard's occasional low groans.

Overcoming my fear of getting caught, I kneeled down and slowly angled my head until I could see into the room.

Richard was standing in the room, angled away from me. On her knees in front of him was my beautiful Melissa, her dress pooled around her as she sucked his cock. My heart pounded as I watched her pumping his cock with her mouth while jacking him off with one hand and gripping his hip with the other.

After a minute, Melissa subtly turned her head just enough to glance toward the door. Her eyes met mine through the narrow gap.

Oh, I got it: she planned this vantage point, so that I could see them without Richard noticing the door. Melissa popped her mouth off his cock and gave me a soft smile. Hiiii, she seemed to say.

Then she turned her attention back to Richard, her hand wrapped around his thick, glistening cock, slowly stroking him with long, deliberate pumps while her mouth hovered near the head.

"This is so unlike me..." she murmured, breathy and hesitant. "I've never done anything like this before"

I had never heard her talk in such a soft, submissive voice before. She gave the head of his cock a lick before continuing, still stroking him steadily. "I hope this doesn't make you think less of Dave."

She quickly glanced back at me. She was putting on a performance, I realized, pretending that she was some naive innocent wife, so that Richard could think he was seducing her.

Richard groaned deeply, clearly turned on by her words. His hand tightened in her hair as he looked down at her.

"Don't worry," he said. "This stays between us. Right now I'm just thinking about how incredible your mouth feels."

Melissa gave a soft, relieved-sounding sigh and took him back into her mouth, sucking him deeper before popping him out again.

"Mmm... we should stop before it goes too far," she whispered, her hand pumping his slick cock as she looked up at him. "I shouldn't be doing this..."

But of course, she didn't stop. Instead, she leaned forward and took him back between her lips.

Richard was breathing hard, clearly losing control. He groaned deeply, then gently but firmly pulled Melissa up from her knees, his hands gripping her arms as he lifted her to her feet. Then, without so much as a grunt, he picked her up and lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the large wooden desk along the wall.

Melissa let out a soft gasp as he plopped her down. "Oooh, you're so strong!" she said. Richard beamed with pride. He stepped between her spread legs and slid his hands up her waist and to her shoulders. Then he gripped the shoulders of the dress and yanked them down.

Melissa's bare breasts bounced out into the warm light, her nipples already stiff. My stomach clenched hard.

"Oh!" Melissa said in mock surprise. She brought her arms half-way up to her chest, trying to "cover" her breasts but not really covering anything. "I've never... Dave is the only one who's seen... my--my..."

Richard let out a low, appreciative groan as he stared at her tits. "They're gorgeous," he grunted. He gently pulled her arms away, exposing her fully again. He cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing it possessively, then leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. Melissa gasped, her back arching slightly as he sucked and licked at her chest. He moved from one breast to the other, groping them firmly, kneading the soft flesh while his tongue teased her nipples.

Melissa's eyes fluttered half-closed in pleasure, but then she turned her head and locked eyes with me. The shyness in her eyes disappeared and was replaced with wicked excitement. Your boss is sucking on my tits right now, her grin seemed to say.

Richard finally stopped feasting on her breasts and pulled away. She looked up at him with an innocent look.

"What... what are you going to do?"

Richard didn't answer. He reached under the bunched-up dress, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her black panties, and slowly pulled them down and off her legs. I watched, heart hammering, as Richard gently but firmly spread her legs wider and pushed the dress up until her pussy was exposed and open before him. He lined the head of his cock up against her bare cunt, rubbing it slowly up and down her wet slit.

"Ooooh..." Melissa groaned. "Are you really going to fuck me?" she whispered, trembling. Richard gave a low, hungry growl. He pushed forward, and with one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

Melissa's eyes widened and she let out a long, throaty groan as he filled her. "Ohhh... fuck..."

Richard started fucking her with steady, deep strokes, his hips slapping against her thighs. Melissa's hands gripped the edge of the desk as her body rocked with each thrust, her bare breasts jiggling freely on her chest. Soft, needy moans began escaping her lips as she responded to him, her hips starting to lift slightly to meet his thrusts.

I sat there, on my knees, barely breathing, watching my boss fuck my wife right in front of me, her pussy taking every inch of Richard.

"I can't believe I'm letting this happen..." she whimpered, staring at him with innocent eyes. "I've never done anything like this before. You must think I'm such an easy girl... letting you have me like this."

Richard groaned loudly, his thrusts growing harder and faster. Her words were turning him on like crazy. He gripped her tighter, pounding into her with more urgency.

"You must think I'm such a slut," she continued in between moans. "Spreading my legs for my husband's boss. I love him so much... ooohhh... but you feel so good..."

Richard's breathing became ragged. He leaned over her, driving deeper, his hips slamming against her ass with each stroke. Melissa's moans grew louder and more genuine as she took every thrust, her body rocking on the desk.

Now my humiliation started overwhelming my arousal. My stomach twisted at the thought that from now on, every time Richard looked at me in the office, he would be remembering this exact moment -- my wife's tits bouncing, her legs wrapped around him, her tight pussy taking his cock. While he talked to me about quarterly deadlines or criticized my progress reports, he would always have this image in his mind of Melissa, his loser employee's wife, gasping with pleasure as he pounded her.

As if she could sense exactly how humiliated I was, Melissa turned the knife even deeper.

"'You'll never be able to look at my husband the same way after this... after you've had me like this."

Richard let out a chuckle between thrusts, never slowing down. Even from my angle I could see the smile on his face, the cruel joy of knowing he was taking something so intimate from me.

"It's alright," he said. "Dave won't ever know. Just me."

"Promise me you won't tell him," she pleaded. "Oh oh! -- He would be so humiliated. He's already so scared of you... oooh ohhh... please promise you won't tell him."

"I promise," he growled. "Our secret."

Their fucking grew more intense. Richard was thoroughly owning Melissa's body now. He had her legs pushed wide apart, gripping her thighs tightly as he pounded her. Her perky tits bounced wildly on her chest with every thrust, nipples hard and flushed. The dress remained bunched uselessly around her waist, and her pussy stretched around his thick cock, taking him completely on every plunge. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he fucked her faster and deeper. Melissa's head tilted back, soft moans spilling from her lips as she started to genuinely enjoy the fucking.

Richard started to groan louder. "I'm getting close..." he said.

Melissa whimpered. "I can't believe my husband's boss is going to come inside me..."

That was all it took. Richard let out a loud, deep groan and buried himself to the hilt. His hips jerked as he came hard, pumping his seed deep into Melissa's pussy. Melissa moaned along with him, although whether she was faking it I couldn't tell.

Finally, Richard stopped jerking as Melissa's cunt finished milking his cock. The two panted for a few seconds before he gently pulled his softening cock out of her pussy. Melissa pulled Richard in for a deep, lingering kiss, her bare breasts pressed against his chest.

"Go back to the party," she whispered sweetly against his lips. "And don't tell anyone."

Richard smiled and kissed her again. I was nearly sick. It felt like he was sealing his total victory over me.

He started to pull away, then paused. To my horror, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Can I take a quick picture?" he asked, his eyes roaming over her body. "Just for me."

I froze in shock. No. This was too far. Surely Melissa would say no.

She opened her mouth, then hesitated. For a second it seemed like she was about to shake her head. But instead, she just nodded softly. "Promise not to show anyone?"

Richard grinned and snapped a photo of her, sitting on the desk, a submissive smile on her face, her dress bunched around her waist, her reddened breasts bare and his cum visibly leaking from her pussy.

The humiliation burned even hotter inside me. My boss now had a naked photo of my freshly-fucked wife on his phone.

Richard leaned in and kissed her one more time, then respectfully said, "Thank you for the fun, Melissa. That was great." He adjusted his clothes and headed for the door.

I quickly stepped back into the shadows of the hallway and hid as Richard walked out, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He headed back toward the elevators, looking very pleased with himself.

I waited a few seconds after he disappeared down the hallway, then quietly pushed the door open and stepped into the small business center.

Melissa was still sitting on the desk, flushed and breathing a little hard. She looked up at me and immediately broke into a bright, glowing smile as she started pulling her dress back up over herself.

"Hi..." she said softly.

I closed and locked the door behind me, my heart still racing. "That... that was intense."

Melissa let out a little laugh and nodded, smoothing her dress down over her hips. "Yeah, it really was. I hope you don't regret it."

I stepped closer to her. "No. Not right now, at least." I paused, then added, "But I can't believe you let him take that picture."

She bit her lip, giving me a teasing little smirk as she held my hands. "I know, I surprised myself! But... I thought you might like your boss having a picture of me like that. What do you think?"

I stared at her for a minute. Then I grabbed her dress and yanked it back down off her tits. In an instant, we were fucking, in the same position and place Richard had just taken her.

"Oh fuck baby oh fuck," she panted, this time for real. "Fuck me like your boss just did. Fuck me, baby. Oh baby, he fucked me so good, your boss got to fuck me..."

I hungrily sucked on her nipples. She groaned louder and continued. "He has a naked picture of me, baby! -- ohhhh fuck me, baby. What is he going to do with it? Oh baby, fuck..."

I pumped into her harder and harder. She whispered hotly into my ear: "What if he shows it to your friends at work? Oh fuck, what if he passes it around to everyone? They'll all see me naked, they'll know what I look like getting fucked, oh baby everyone will know your wife fucked your boss like a slut--"

With a loud moan both of us climaxed, my cock pumping what what felt like an endless load into her.

The rest of the night was a blur. We quickly dressed and left out a side door to fuck again at home.

Afterward, as we lay tangled in bed, the post-sex glow slowly fading, I lay awake, my stomach slowly sinking as I thought about work on Monday. How was I supposed to sit through meetings with Richard now? How was I supposed to look him in the eye when he gave me feedback or assigned me tasks, knowing that he had fucked my wife and had a naked photo of her saved on his phone? Knowing that every time he glanced at me, he would be remembering the way her lips wrapped around his dick, or the way she moaned when he came inside her? That he could pull up a picture of it any time he wanted?

The humiliation was going to be endless. When was it going to stop turning me on?