Cuckolded by the Boss: M/M/F Gay Hotwife Cuckold Erotica

Ever had the feeling that your life was falling apart in front of you? That's exactly what went through Greg Bumble's mind as he came home early after being fired from his job, only to find his ex-boss in bed with his beautiful wife. But Greg Bumble wasn't one to give up easily. By getting off on watching his wife and boss in action, will Greg claw back his marriage, his job and his absent libido? [WARNING: This 4200 word cuckold experience contains graphic scenes described with explicit language, rough sex, gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, adultery, authority figures, cuckolding, a hotwife, simultaneous orgasm and much more! Adults only!] Excerpt: "Greg, I'm not apologizing for banging your wife. I don't regret it one bit. Goddamn is she hot. You're one lucky b**tard to end up with someone like her." Roy's confident eyes focused right on Greg's. He watched, idly wondering if this p*ssy had grown a pair of balls to do something about this. The fire of rage rose for a split second in Greg's eyes before fizzling out like a doused fuse. Roy knew his subordinate well. Years of ordering him around had ingrained in Greg a subservient instinct towards the bigger man. "I knew it." Roy muttered under his breath. His dick was still hard and he still hadn't finished yet, not when Greg had so rudely interrupted their taboo tryst. "C'mon babe," he whispered into Megan's ear and gave her neck a longing, sensual lick, "don't mind him, let's finish what we started, shall we?" Greg pleaded with his eyes for Megan to refuse. But as much as he tugged on her heartstrings, Megan knew, on a primal level that Roy was the only one who could make her burn like this. Greg may be the more sensitive lover, but he couldn't make Megan burn for him like Roy could when he committed the sin of familiarity. Still, Megan needed a man she herself could order around and provide for her luxuriant middle class heaven. Her flexible mind easily concocted a plan to enjoy herself while ensuring Greg could bring the bacon home. "Roy, you big strong man," Megan purred as she turned round and rubbed her erect n*pples on his broad bare chest, "if I let you do anything you want to me today, will you give Greg his job back?" It wasn't a hard decision for Roy Viking. If Greg sued for unfair dismissal Roy could be in big f**king trouble. He was a horny a*****e, but he wasn't stupid. "Okay," Roy smiled as his hand glided over to Megan's fleshy tight ass and gave it a light squeeze. "But," Roy's evilly mischievous eyes fell on Greg, "I want him to watch as I take you from behind, as you hold onto me and scream my name. I want him to know that I'll always be ten times the man that he'll ever be." What a megalomaniac, Megan thought, amused with Roy's request. Her earlier fear of Greg's reprisal had dissipated. Hell, Greg ought to be thanking her instead for helping him keep his job by f**king his boss.