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A Humiliating Surprise

Both 45 we'd been married, happily I'd always thought, for 20 twenty years so it came as a shock to discover my wife's infidelity. I made the discovery by pure chance, a one in a million occurrence.

Workmen digging a trench in the road near my place of work accidentally hit the water main. The boss of the company where I work as assistant supervisor wasn't about; he's rarely on the premises in the afternoons, so a senior manager took it upon himself to give the staff the rest of the day off.

It was a pleasant afternoon and arriving home about 2.30 I thought it would be a nice surprise for Paula. Perhaps we could go out somewhere and who knows, it might even put her in the mood for sex, something which seemed to have dwindled in recent years. The surprise was all mine though!

Letting myself in the front door I heard a strange noise coming from upstairs, a sort of strangulated cry. The cry being repeated I recognised it as my wife's voice and thinking she might be ill ran up the stairs, 2 at a time. The sight which greeted me at the top of the stairs though brought me to an abrupt halt. The door to the main bedroom was wide open and through it I saw a guy's backside bobbing up and down between my wife's thighs, the strangulated cry which had drawn me upstairs, repeated with every thrust of his penis into her.

I was dumbstruck and just stood there in a state of shock watching the as yet unknown guy fucking my wife. Stunned by Paula's adultery I could hardly believe what I was seeing. My wife clung to the guy, hands raking his back, and her cries recognisable now as ecstatic ones, rang out. His backside was now pounding up and down like a piston, the rapidity taking my breathe away.

"Oh God yes, I'm coming!" Paula yelled the guy's thrusts even faster it seemed, as he clearly approached his own climax.

Then his buttocks were clenching, my wife screaming with joy, as he emptied his balls inside her.

"Hmm, I do love the feel of your big fat cock spurting deep inside me." Paula murmured as their convulsions subsided, her crude comment a further shock.

Then I received the greatest shock of all though when grunting and groaning the guy rolled off to reveal himself as none other than my boss!

He quickly recovered from the surprise of finding me standing in the doorway and said, "We've got company Paula, I suppose it was inevitable we'd be rumbled sooner or later."

Opening her eyes my wife uttered a little scream to see me standing there, staring I'm ashamed to say, at her gaping vagina from which my boss's semen flowed.

"Take a shower as usual. I'll deal with this." he told her, giving the flushed Paula's rump a playful slap as she stood up.

"You ought to be at work. What are you doing, barging in on us like this?" he asked when she'd gone.

I must have sounded apologetic as I explained the circumstances behind my unexpected afternoon off.

"Hm, hope you're not expecting to be paid?"

"Oh no," I told him quickly. "I'll gladly make up the time."

With any other guy I'm sure my reactions would have been very different but I've always felt a bit in awe of the very powerful figure of my boss, someone with a no nonsense approach and with a reputation for stamping his authority on anyone he has dealings with. With his self confidence and arrogance I've always felt a bit nervous his presence.

Unperturbed to have been discovered in flagrante delicto with my wife he stretched out expansively on my bed smiling.

"Like I said to Paula it's surprising how we've got away with it for so long. Still every cloud has a silver lining. Now you've discovered our fun and games I shall be able to pop in and fuck your wife anytime, whether you're at home or not."

Standing there looking down at my boss and seeing the conceited smile on his face I was shaken by his words. Surely he didn't mean to continue his affair with Paula now I'd caught them at it? I was also curious about the duration of their liaison as it was obvious from his words that the affair had been going on for sometime.

With anybody else I'd have felt very different but as it was my boss laying there grinning up at me I was reluctant to question him. When I did find my voice it sounded weak and faltering to my ears as I hesitantly asked how long the affair had been going on.

Stretching himself out and indicating his flaccid and smeary penis he said complacently, "Well I can tell you my cocks been up your wife's cunt a hell of a lot more times than yours has. It must be 19 years since I fucked her for the first time."

"What!" Surely I'd misheard.

"Yes it would be 19 years last April. I've screwed the sexy Paula thousands of times."

Stupefied by his words I stood there, my mouth open in disbelief, as he asked if I remembered the company dinner/dance back in 19.., when I'd proudly shown off my newly acquired wife to my workmates. We'd been married exactly 8 months at the time.

"You should have paid more attention to Paula instead of talking work with your colleague's. Still it turned out good for me because while you were talking shop I was fucking your wife on the back seat of my car." he told me with a supercilious grin.

"You must have taken advantage of Paula while she was drunk." I accused him, remembering the evening with surprising clarity.

How I'd anticipated sex when we arrived home from the company do and been annoyed by my wife's unresponsiveness. Paula had fallen asleep directly her head hit the pillow and I'd put it down to drink.

"Maybe but I doubt it. She was sober enough 2 days later when I popped round here for a chat, a chat that turned into much more. Little did you know that afternoon while you were hard at work in my factory, and thousands of afternoons since, that I was fucking your wife senseless in your own bed." he laughed at the memory.

Clearly enjoying himself at my expense he went on,

"For 19 years most of my afternoons have been spent in your bed fucking your wife. Have you never wondered why you're not getting it much?"

"Not really, I've always assumed Paula isn't very interested in sex." I murmured feeling dazed and shocked by the revelation, and not a little embarrassed to have my limited sex life discussed.

The boss laughed long and loud.

"Far from being uninterested in sex your wife is a very randy lady needing daily injections of cock and eager to try almost anything. It just needed the right guy to bring it out." he told me complacently.

"It will probably shock you to learn your wife likes it up the bum. Anal sex is a particular favourite of mine which I introduced her to very earlier in our relationship, first time she had a period in fact. Since then it's been a regular feature. Little did you dream that whenever your wife has a period these last 19 years she's getting fucked up the arse by me."

He laughed at my expression of disbelief, seeming to relish my discomfort.

"Your wife also showed a great aptitude for threesomes," he went on. "A number of guys, mostly business acquaintances', have benefited from her liking for 2 cocks over the last 6 or 7 years."

"You're lying! Paula would never do such a thing." I exclaimed, thinking the picture he was painting of my wife was totally out of character.

"Although I've kept the affair secret as far as the workplace is concerned, they know only that I'm regularly shagging some married piece, most of my friends from outside know your wife's my mistress to do as I want with." The boss went on, laughing at my expression of dismay.

"Have a good look at the cock your wife likes sucking and playing with while you're hard at work in my factory," he jeered pointing to his penis. "I've fucked your wife thousands of times and they'll be thousands more. There's not a thing you can do about it as she much prefers my cock to yours. In fact Paula only has sex with you when I ask her too, never by choice. I decided to let you have it once every 3 or 4 months thinking you might get suspicious if she never came across. You've probably fucked your wife less than 100 times in the last 19 years, right?"

At which point I disconsolately hung my head in shame, knowing he was right.

"I fuck her more than that every 6 months." he jeered.

At that point I was more concerned about the comment regarding his friends knowing about the affair than anything else and begged him to tell me it wasn't true.

"Of course it's true," he smiled. "I've a couple of photos in my wallet that most of my friends have seen at some time or other. The guys at the golf club in particular find them interesting and I often get asked to hand them round up there."

Reaching for his trousers the boss produced his wallet and extracting 2 photos handed them to me. In the first my wife was shown standing at the foot of our bed, naked but for tan stockings and a pink suspender belt, a smile on her face as she faced the camera. The second was a rear view of her on all fours on the bed, this time wearing black stockings. I gasped to see how fully she was exposed, both vagina and anal opening clearly seen.

"I took that one of your wife just after I'd bum fucked her," he told me. "It certainly turns the lads at the golf club on when I hand it round."

I froze inside at his words, that are the only way I can describe my feelings, devastated to think that guys from the golf club, a regular haunt of mine, had seen the photos. In retrospect the occasional winks or odd remarks I sometimes notice make sense now. Will I be able to show my face at the golf club again, facing the other members aware that they know my wife is my boss's long term mistress? I doubt it.

Replacing the pictures in his wallet the boss again relaxed expansively on my bed, at which point a rather flushed and embarrassed looking Paula returned from her shower.

"I've been putting your husband in the picture, telling him a few home truths," he told her, patting the vacant space on the bed beside him.

Paula hesitated but briefly before joining her lover on the bed. Deftly opening her short robe he ran his hands slowly over my wife's body, demonstrating his familiarity with it. Paula looked a little embarrassed to see me watching but nevertheless her legs parted eagerly enough when he ran his fingers through the pubic hair she keeps rather short.

"You might as well go now. Take the dog for a walk or something. Report to my office at 12noon tomorrow," he said, dismissing me with a wave of his hand.

As though on automatic pilot I turned and left the bedroom, feeling bemused and humiliated when his laughter followed me down the stairs. Being my boss it never entered my head to do anything other than he said.

Returning through the hall a few minutes later with the dog on his lead I heard my wife giggling and paused. The boss chose that moment to appear at the top of the stairs, possibly on his way to the bathroom.

"What, still here?"

"Just going, come on boy." I replied, almost apologetically, as I led the dog to the front door.

"That's it take the dog out for some exercise while I enjoy myself fucking your wife again."

I closed the door on his mocking laugh and hurried way.

It was more a case of the dog leading me as I stumbled along, my mind in turmoil, feeling stunned not only by my wife's adultery but the duration of their affair. How could I have been so naïve and stupid not to notice something was going on? It's humiliating to know that for all these years, while I thought my wife's lack of enthusiasm for sex indicated a certain frigidity; she was spending her afternoons in bed with my boss!

With any other guy I'm sure my reactions would have been very different but to catch her with my boss, what could I do? I daren't make a scene and risk losing my job so it looked as if I'd have to turn a blind eye to what was going on. Cold shivers ran down my spine to think of the embarrassment whenever we meet at work, to say nothing of the humiliation at the golf club of seeming to condone my boss's affair with my wife. There was no doubt in my mind that he'd spread the word about me being a compliant cuckold, he'd hinted as much. Perhaps I should resign and join a different golf club. At least that was an option.

Reporting to the boss's office next day his secretary told me she had no mention in his appointments diary regarding a meeting with me.

"Something came up unexpectedly." I replied, feeling myself colouring up slightly.

The secretary looked at me quizzically before buzzing through to the boss about my arrival.

"Ah good he's here is he. Send him through, and then you might as well go for an early lunch. Don't bother to return until your usual time," his voice came back over the intercom.

"Right," he said in businesslike tones directly she'd gone. "You know now that your wife has been my mistress for the past 19 years and like I told you yesterday that's the way it's going to stay, so you'd better get used to the idea. When you go home after work move all your things to a spare bedroom, that way you won't be tempted to made pointless sexual overtures to Paula. I keep your wife well satisfied so she doesn't need your clumsy attempts at lovemaking. When we've finished our meeting you'd better just take a short break before returning to work, you've got yesterday's hours to make up. Meantime I shall be spending the afternoon screwing your attractive and highly sexed wife, the way I spend most afternoons."

He sank back in his chair, a smug grin on his face, leaving me seething inside at my helplessness to do anything but go along with it. I couldn't remonstrate with the guy and just hung my head in shame as he went on to tell me that Paula had confided in him years ago about how unsatisfactory she found me in bed.

"The other advantage about you sleeping in the spare room is that I shall be able to stay overnight at the weekends. We'll try not to keep you awake with our frolics but your wife does like to scream and shout while I'm fucking her."

I looked at his smirking face across the desk wanting to hit the smug bastard and seething inside at my helplessness to do anything other than agree to whatever he wanted.

"Alright," I said at last, "but promise me you'll never breathe a word of this to anyone."

"What, making demands! You're in no position to lay down ground rules, that's my prerogative. If I choose to tell the guys about sharing your wife's bed while you're in the spare room, that's my business."

"No don't, please don't."

It was humbling to beg my boss like this but I was desperate to avoid salacious and humiliating gossip.

"You need putting in your place," the boss said standing up. "I thought that might be the case which is why I dismissed my secretary. Drop your trousers and bend over the end of the desk."

He seized a ruler from an open drawer and flexed it, making his intention plain.

"No please, not that." I gasped, shocked at what he intended doing to me, but he just laughed.

"Just do as I say you snivelling worm. You're not fit to be married to a gorgeous lady like Paula."

With trembling fingers I undid my trousers, aware of his mocking smile as I pushed them down.

"Now your underpants, get them down." he snapped when I hesitated.

I lowered my underpants, colouring up even more when tapping my penis with the ruler, he sneered, "Your wife's right, you haven't got much to offer."

I adopted the position over his desk, wanting to get the shame and humiliation over with as quickly as possible, and he gave my buttocks a whack with the ruler.

I yelped and he laughed, commenting that it was merely a loosener to get his aim.

"I doubt you'll want to sit down for lunch by the time I've finished with you," he taunted.

My boss started beating me with the ruler and I soon found myself gripping the end of his desk and gritting my teeth, uncertain which was worse, the pain or humiliation. What an appalling position to find myself in. Here was a guy, my boss, not content to have spent the last 19 years bedding my wife, but now clearly intent on humiliating and punishing me!

As he continued the beating, the ruler cutting painfully into my bared and defenceless buttocks, involuntary cries began breaking from my lips.

"I thought we might have a noise problem, can't expect a wimp like you to take your punishment like a man, so I've got a pair of your wife's soiled panties to use as a gag."

"What! Does Paula know you were going to do this?"

"Of course, we discussed it yesterday afternoon and she agrees with me that you need keeping in your place as our servant and slave."

Laying the pink knickers on the desk under my nose he first secured my wrists to the desk legs, before forcing the flimsy knickers into my mouth. As an afterthought he took the 2 photos I'd seen yesterday from his wallet and placed them on the desk in front of me.

"There, while I thrash your backside you can look at what I've been enjoying these past 19 years while you've been on ration. Your wife's mine for the taking, if you thought you weren't getting much sex before you won't be getting any now." he jeered. "It's the perfect situation for me. The advantage of brilliant sex on tap whenever I want it without the expense and inconvenience of marriage, ideal!"

The beating continued but now my yells were muffled by the knickers in my mouth. Not my sense of shame and humiliation though.

"Next time I do this it will be at your place and in front of your wife, to demonstrate what a pathetic wimp you are," he jeered, his words accompanied by a particularly vicious blow to my buttocks.

I howled in pain and humiliation. Oh god, not that.

The beating continued with a viciousness which shocked, and quickly reduced me to a whimpering and sobbing state, begging him to stop. The boss, with a display of sadism that horrified me, merely laughed and continued the beating with if anything even greater power. He was clearly enjoying himself at my expense.

"Now you can kiss, lick and then suck my cock, knowing it's been up your wife's cunt thousands of times and that I'm your master in every way," he said at last, dropping the ruler back in the drawer and releasing my wrists.

I slumped to the floor embarrassingly aware of sporting an erection, prompted, despite the beating, by the sexy pictures of Paula, and he stood astride me with a mocking smile on his face. I had no option but to kiss, lick, and finally take his penis between my lips as ordered. At which point his laughter had a triumphant ring to it.

"How's it feel to know that for 19 years your wife's been eagerly opening her legs for my cock whenever I wanted it!" he jeered. "For all that time Paula's been mine to do as I want with and the cock you're sucking is a regular visitor to both her cunt and bum holes."

With my boss's cock filling my mouth it was impossible to reply and he went on, "It's been really funny, screwing your wife all these years while knowing you hardly ever get it. To think of you slaving away in my factory, making profit for my bank account while I drive my cock hard up your wife's cunt, has always been a real turn on."

Finally I was dismissed with a wave of his hand but a little later when I was in the canteen, sitting despite a very painful backside which I was doing my best to concern from colleagues, the boss came in to tell a senior manager that he'd be out for the rest of the day, his glance rested briefly on me and I felt the colour coming to my cheeks.

"As if we didn't know," one of the guys at the table remarked and they laughed.

"What do you mean?" a new guy asked.

"Its common knowledge that the boss has been shagging some married tart for years."

Knowing my face was getting redder I hoped they'd soon change the subject but the new guy asked how they knew and who she was.

"Oh he makes no secret of the fact, often boasting about cuckolding the poor sod in his own bed. She's a married piece whose wimp of an husband doesn't satisfy her so she's only to keen to open her legs for the boss. At one time there was a rumour he worked here but I don't know about that."
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