SEX WITH MY HUSBAND’S BOSS II

TRIXIE

I took the elevator up, heart racing, practicing what I’d say to seduce him. The assistant met me briefly and pointed to his office door.

“Just go right in.”

I opened the door quietly, a seductive smile on my lips. The sight before me destroyed everything.

Marcus had a young, tight-bodied woman probably an intern in her mid-twenties, bent over his massive oak desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was pounding into her relentlessly, his hips slapping loudly against her firm ass, grunting with raw pleasure I hadn’t heard in years.

“Fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight and perfect,” he groaned, slapping her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Nothing like my wife’s loose, ruined cunt after popping out kids.”

The girl moaned like a pornstar, pushing back against him. “Yes, sir! Fuck me harder! Use my tight little hole!”

I dropped the garment bag with a thud. Marcus glanced over, saw me standing there frozen, and didn’t even slow his brutal rhythm. A cruel, satisfied smirk spread across his face.

“Well, well. Look who decided to show up. Come in, Trixie. Close the door and sit down. Watch what a real tight pussy feels like. This is what you used to be before you got stretched out and boring.”

Tears burned down my cheeks as I collapsed into the visitor chair, unable to look away. I watched every thrust, every slap, every moan as he destroyed her perfect young body with the same rough, passionate fucking I had begged for months. She came loudly, squirting all over his desk, her juices dripping onto the floor. Marcus finally pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across her back, marking her as his.

He looked straight at me with zero remorse. “Leave the clothes there. Now get the fuck out of my office, you pathetic slut.”

I ran from the building, sobbing uncontrollably the entire drive home. The image of his cock slamming into her tight pussy replayed endlessly in my mind, mixing with his degrading words.

I cried on the bathroom floor for hours, mascara running, then in a fit of rage and hurt, I stripped and fucked myself viciously with my biggest dildo on the bed, pounding my “loose” pussy until I squirted everywhere. My phone buzzed with an unknown number.

Unknown: If you want real revenge on that cheating piece of shit husband, come to Eclipse Massage Parlour tonight at 9pm sharp. Don’t tell anyone yet. You won’t regret it.

My hands shook. Who was this? How did they know?

I called my best friend Sophia in tears and spilled everything. The constant rejection, the humiliation, catching him fucking the intern. She arrived within thirty minutes, hugged me tightly, and listened without judgment.

“That motherfucker doesn’t deserve you. We’re going to this place together. Fuck him.”

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That night, I sent the kids to my parents with a quick excuse. At 8:45pm, Sophia and I drove to the discreet, upscale Eclipse Massage Parlor in the city centre. The atmosphere inside was luxurious and sinful dim lighting, rich scents of oil and incense.

We were led to a private room where a tall, dangerously handsome man in an expensive tailored suit waited. He looked powerful, maybe thirty, with sharp jawline, intense eyes, and an aura of dominance.

“I’m Damien Voss — your husband Marcus’s boss,” he said smoothly, voice low and commanding. “I’ve been watching him for months. He’s a pathetic liability who doesn’t appreciate what he has. I sent the text. And now I want to fuck you, Trixie. Raw. Deep. Filthy. I want to ruin that neglected pussy for him forever.”

Sophia stayed quiet in the corner, eyes wide but supportive. My body screamed yes. My pussy clenched at his words but my mind hesitated after the fresh betrayal.

“I… I can’t do this,” I whispered, voice breaking. I turned and left the room, heart pounding.

Halfway to the car, the memory of Marcus bending that tight slut over his desk flashed violently. His cruel laugh echoed: loose cunt.

“Fuck it,” I growled under my breath. “He doesn’t get to break me.”

I marched back inside. Damien’s smile was pure predator.

“Smart girl. Get on the table.”