I unexpectedly found out about my woman and my boss's affair.

I've finally come to this conclusion: what's more terrifying than not knowing your wife is a slut is knowing she is. It's like that song in "West Country" goes: "Now, I wish I didn't know what I didn't know back then."
Worse still, every day at work I have to face the guy who constantly fucks my wife—my boss. My wife has admitted to her affair with my boss and made me promise not to mention it in front of him, because she wants to continue their ambiguous relationship but doesn't want him to know I know about them.
This means that every day at the company, when I face him, I know that although he's polite to me on the surface, he's secretly laughing at me for being a complete idiot. He's thinking, "I've fucked your wife, Jack, and she loves it."
Why do I have to endure this humiliation? Why don't I fire this bastard? Why don't I throw my unfaithful, slutty wife out into the street? It's all because I still love this stupid, slutty woman, because he's turned her into a slutty, crazy woman who loves to be fucked. From the moment she started dating him, she had become an insatiable sex machine. I shouldn't, but I genuinely enjoyed her being that way.
When I was single, my parents warned me to be extra careful about what I brought home from work. They both advised me that to maintain peace at home, I should leave work-related matters at the office and not bring them home.
But did I listen to them? What child takes their parents' advice seriously? Never! But they were right, and I should have listened.
My wife, Louise, is a very self-centered and confident woman, often arrogantly criticizing and disdainful of those who disagree with her. When we got married, I knew that marrying such a woman would require strong control and patience to tolerate some of her actions. But I never imagined she would do this.
One day, I had a terrible day at work. When I got home, I hadn't managed to adjust my mindset and emotions. Louise noticed and asked me what had happened. I told her about the situation at work, but the problem was that I had exaggerated it to be worse than it actually was. When Louise asked me why I didn't do it this way or that way, I could only shrug and say, "Forget it, let's forget about it!" -- But Louise didn't forget.
Later, Louise started working late two or three days a week, which made me suspicious. She had been doing that job for 12 years and had never worked late before. What confirmed my suspicion that she was having an affair was that one night when she came home from working late, I noticed she was wearing a pair of black lace-trimmed panties as she took off her clothes. I remembered that she had changed into pink panties before leaving home that morning.
After we got into bed, I smelled soap on her, but she hadn't showered after coming home. How could she smell like that? Why did she shower before coming home? Where did she shower?
After we got into bed, she was eager to have sex with me, and I noticed her vagina was wet and hot. I asked her what was wrong, and she said it was because she had been thinking about having sex with me all day. After we made love, I went to the bathroom to shower and carefully checked the laundry basket. In the crotch of her black lace panties that she had just changed out of, I saw some white discharge. I smelled it and knew it was dried semen.
Coming out of the bathroom, I asked her bluntly, "Who were you with? How long has it been?"
She looked at me, frowned, and said, "What are you talking about?"
I told her that I had found the underwear she had thrown in the basket, and that I had noticed the underwear she wore when she came back that night was different from the underwear she wore when
she left that morning. Then I said, "And your vagina was wet and hot, which means that someone had fucked you hard not long before you came home." I thought she would say something nonsensical, or make some excuse, like she kept a few pairs of underwear in the office to change into when her period came, but she didn't say that. Instead, she answered directly, "Someone did fuck me just now. It was your boss, Mel. He's been fucking me for over three months."
I stared at her and asked, "Do you love him? Do you think we should talk about separation or divorce?"
"Don't be silly. I love you, I only love you, and I will never leave you. But I think you might have to throw me out. Whatever you want to do, I won't blame you."
"I have to admit, I'm very surprised—I still love you very much and don't want to leave you—this woman who has deceived me for over three months. Now, tell me, how did this happen?"
Louise then told me the whole story.
That day, after I told her about my work troubles, I skipped work the next day and went to the dentist. Louise also worked in town, just two blocks from my office.
Knowing about my work troubles, she went to our office that morning to see my boss. She complained to him about the excessive workload and the tight deadlines, and so on.
While listening to my wife's complaints, Mel stood up, walked past her, closed and locked the office door, then returned to where she was standing. He pulled her into his arms and said, "My God, I love a woman as bold as you."
He then kissed her.
Louise tried to pull away from his arms and his kiss, but to no avail; his tongue quickly entered her mouth. Stimulated by him, Louise gradually and strangely became excited. Unconsciously, she returned Mel's kiss, her tongue entwining with his in his mouth. After a while, Mel released her, reached down, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and then yanked down her panties.
"I need you,"
Mel said, pulling her down onto his desk.
Louise said that when he mounted her from behind like a donkey, she felt an unprecedented mix of shame and stimulation. During Mel's forceful rape, Louise quickly reached two orgasms. After Mel ejaculated, he withdrew his penis from Louise's body, moved to the other side of the desk, and shoved his limp penis into Louise's mouth, demanding that she suck it until it was hard again. Then, he returned to her from behind and raped her once more.
"He used me! He did what he wanted, and I loved his power. He used me like a street prostitute—he treated me like a cheap whore who could be fucked for a penny. When he pinned me down on his desk and fucked me hard, it was just a big penis and a hungry cunt—not just a man and a woman—making love, just a big penis and a hungry cunt! I really can't explain it! I think if you treated me like that, I might smash your head with our cast-iron frying pan, but the way he treated me gave me indescribable satisfaction."
"After he ejaculated inside me for the second time, he told me—without asking my opinion—just to book a room at the Hilton, call him, give him the room number, and get ready for him to fuck me. Of course, I obediently did as he asked. On the way to the hotel, I even bought myself a few sexy lingerie pieces at a Victoria's Secret women's lingerie store to better please him. Then, I booked the room, called him, and waited for him to arrive in my new sexy lingerie, like a prostitute waiting for her client. But to your boss Mel, I'm a free whore, and I even have to pay for the hotel room myself. About an hour later, he finally arrived and fucked me in the hotel room for the entire afternoon. For the past three months, he's been fucking me three to four times a week. What's worse, he shares my body with his friends and clients. I've become his free prostitute, Jack, I've become Mel's exclusive slut. The worst part is..." "Yes, I actually really like the way he treats me."
Louise continued, "I love you, Jack, and I really love the way you love me. I love your tenderness, your sweetness, the way you make love, and I don't want to lose those, but I also need other ways of making love. In my inner world, something compels me to be a slutty whore. Once, Mel asked me to book a room for him at a hotel, and then he came with another man. He said to me, 'This is Darling, darling, you go suck his cock and let me get us some drinks.' Hearing him say that, I didn't feel any discomfort at all; instead, I was very excited and very passionately gave this stranger oral sex. Jack, I really did it. Less than a minute after seeing that man, I knelt in front of him, eagerly unzipped his pants, took out his big, smelly cock, and served him with my mouth and tongue. I didn't ask who he was, what he did, or what his relationship with Mel was; I didn't care about any of that. I just eagerly sucked his penis, licked his scrotum and anus."
"That afternoon, two men took turns raping me, even inserting two penises into my vagina and anus at the same time, or my vagina and mouth, or my anus and mouth. I loved that kind of sex, Jack. I was even raped by three men at the same time, with their penises inserted into my mouth, vagina, and anus simultaneously. Once, Mel even brought 14 men to gang rape me, which hurt a lot. I didn't like having too many people doing it to me at the same time, so I told Mel not to play that kind of game anymore, and he hasn't had so many people doing it to me since. Actually, it's not that I don't like having sex with so many men at the same time, I just don't like the way they treat me. They really treat me like a cheap prostitute on the street."
"I know this sounds strange, and I don't understand why I dislike how they treat me, but I really like how Mel treats me. I just can't explain it. Every time I come home after being played with by Mel, you're so nice to me, so tender when you make love to me, caress me, and hug me, which makes me feel incredibly guilty. Every morning when I wake up, I'm determined never to see Mel again, but when he calls me during the day to tell me where to meet him, I can't help but desperately want to see him and let him play with my body in the most ruthless way, treating me like the lowest of whores."
"I really don't know how to explain this, because I don't even understand it myself. Please, Jack, you have to understand that I love you very much and need you very much, but another part of me also needs everything Mel has done for me. Please don't make me break off contact with him, okay? I will try my best to get along with you, but please don't make me break off my relationship with Mel, okay? If you insist that I break off my relationship with him, I will do as you say, but I hope you won't force me. I will try my best to make it up to you, I promise you. Tell me, what do you want me to do for you? I will do anything, whatever it is. My baby, I will do anything for you!" "
Okay, give me some time to think about it. Now, let's go to sleep."
After saying that, I held her and fell asleep.
I seriously considered my future life with Louise, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I felt about having such a slutty woman as my wife. Whenever I thought about her being raped by two, three, or even more men, I felt very excited, and my penis was rock hard. I hope we can continue this kind of life.
The next day, at breakfast, I said to her, "You said you'd do anything for me if I didn't stop you from seeing Mel, is that true? Really? You'd do anything for me?"
"Yes." "
Okay, then, if I call Roger (Roger is my best friend, but Louise hates him) over, would you let him do with me what Mel and Darlin did to you?"
"Yes!"
Louise answered without hesitation.
"If I'm playing cards at home with some friends, would you have sex with each of them for me?"
"Of course,"
Louise answered very confidently.
Actually, I hadn't planned to do anything like that, at least not now; I was just testing her.
“Okay,”
I said to her, “Now I want you to do something for me. Since Mel took what I had from me, he should give me something in return. Right now, the regional manager position is still vacant, and I want you to talk to Mel and ask me to give that position to me—the regional manager's annual salary is $17,000 more than mine, plus a large amount of discretionary business expenses and a company-provided car. You can tell him you'll have more time to spend with him, because after I become the regional manager, I'll be traveling two or three days a week, which means you can spend several nights with him every week.”
Louise smiled after hearing this, stood up, and went to make the call. She dialed the number from memory, paused briefly, and then said, "Hello, it's me. Yes, I think I can come right away. Listen, you know what you told me before? No, not that. It's what you said about Jack. Yes, that's it. I talked to Jack about it at dinner last night, and he's willing to be the regional manager if you decide. No, my love, I didn't mention us. I just told him I heard that the previous regional manager, Charlie, is leaving, and I asked him if he could try for the position. He said he'd considered it, but didn't think he had a chance. He said that for some reason, you've been acting strangely around him for the past three months, and he thinks you don't even like him. Is that really true, my love? Are you behaving this way because of our dates?" "Some weird behavior, huh?" I said, "Are you sure you won't do that?" "No, no, you know Jack, he's not going to ask you for it, but if you appoint him directly, I think he'll accept." "What's the salary?" "I think he'd accept it if you offered him $20,000 a month." "Okay, it's settled then. I'll be right there."
Louise hung up and said to me, "Got it! Can't I handle everything as your personal prostitute? Mel said he'd talk to you about the job in a couple of days, and he knows that this way he can spend more nights with me. It's so easy to get this done. Roger's thing is a bit more difficult for me, but I'll definitely do it for you, baby—tell me when."
I got the regional manager job I wanted, a job that required me to travel 2-6 days a week on average. Whenever I was away on business, I would call home at night, and our phone conversations always went like this—"Hello?"
"Hello, is he there?"
"Yes."
"Has he fucked you already?"
"Yes."
"Is he still fucking you now?"
"No." (Sometimes she would answer, "Yes.")
"Did you suck his cock?"
"Yes." "Is
he going to fuck you again later?"
"Of course I hope so."
"You're such a slut! You like being fucked by him, don't you?"
"Yes, I like it. I love you too, and I hope you come back soon so I can fuck you until your soul leaves your body."
"Heh, you'd better watch out. You know, a man like me who lets his wife do that kind of thing with other men probably doesn't have much of a soul left in his body, so it'll be hard for you to fuck him until he leaves your body."
Later, I did fuck Louise with Roger. What surprised me most was that after that, she no longer hated Roger. I think it was probably because Roger had a 10-inch cock, and Louise immediately fell in love with that big thing. Now, Roger is practically her new husband (I'd known for a while that Roger had a big dick, but I had no reason to tell her before). Louise is constantly begging me to invite some friends over to play poker. "I can't wait any longer,"
she says, "I'm eager to show you how slutty I am."
I plan to arrange such a slutty party soon. Getting a few men to play poker and gang rape Louise shouldn't be a problem; the problem is whether those men can keep their mouths shut and not go around telling everyone. Louise has become a complete slut, but I certainly don't want the whole world to know. We'll see how things go; I'm already having too much fun.

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