Chapter 1: Introduction
My office was not the most spacious or luxurious, but it did the trick. The view of downtown was mediocre, at best, but it was located on the top floor where the air was quieter and the atmosphere a bit more subdued. It was here, tucked away in a quiet corner, that I orchestrated meetings, made phone calls, and plotted all the little affairs that helped me rise in my husband's company. As a secretary, I was expected to have a certain level of professionalism.
But what did that even mean in an environment where kissing up to your superiors was rewarded with promotions and bonuses?
I spent my days answering emails, scheduling meetings, and taking notes. I made sure everything was in order, and I was always on top of everything. But it wasn't just my work ethic that was being noticed.
Quy, my husband's best friend and CEO of the company, was the one who caught my eye. He wasn't the tallest man in the room, a little over 5 feet 6 inches, but he commanded attention.
His dark hair and piercing eyes gave him a commanding presence, and his confidence was palpable. I couldn't help but be drawn to him. I found myself looking for reasons to be in his presence, to hear his voice, and to bask in the power that radiated from him.
But what started as innocent curiosity soon turned into something more.
It was a quiet day in the office, and I found myself alone in my office. I was going through some documents when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and saw Quy standing in the doorway.
He had a look of determination on his face, and I could feel the tension between us.
"Jane, we need to talk," he said, as he stepped into my office.
I nodded and closed the door behind him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
"What's on your mind, Quy?" I asked, trying to maintain a level of professionalism.
But it was too late. The spark between us was already ignited.
He walked closer to me, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him.
I could see the want and desire in his eyes.
"Jane, I can't deny it anymore. I want you," he said, as he reached out and touched my face.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch. I couldn't resist him. I was just as drawn to him as he was to me. Without a word, I leaned in and kissed him.
His lips were soft and warm, and he kissed me back with an intensity that took my breath away. I could feel the tension between us, building with each passing moment.
I could feel the heat of his body, and I could sense his desire. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.
He groaned, and I could feel his hands on my waist. He pulled me closer to him, and I could feel the evidence of his arousal. He kissed me deeper, and I could feel the passion building between us.
Without breaking our kiss, he reached down and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried me to the desk.
He placed me down gently, and I leaned back, feeling the coolness of the wood against my skin. He trailed kisses down my neck, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
"Quy," I moaned, as I arched my back.
He reached up and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, teasing my nipple with his tongue.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me.
"You're so much better than my husband," I whispered, as I looked into his eyes.
He smiled, and I could see the desire in his eyes.
"I know," he said, as he reached down and pulled off my skirt.
He trailed kisses down my stomach, and I could feel the heat building between my legs.
He reached down and pulled off my panties, exposing me to him.
Without a word, he pushed my head down and I got on my knees. I could see the evidence of his arousal, and I couldn't resist it.
I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his cock, teasing him with my tongue. He groaned, and I could feel the tension between us.
I began to lick and worship his cock, taking it deep into my throat. I could feel the heat building between us, and I could sense the pleasure he was experiencing.
He reached down and tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me to take him deeper. I could feel the intensity of our connection, and I knew that this was something more than just a physical act.
It was a connection of power and submission, a giving and taking of control.
Quy's grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth as I pleasured him.
"Fuck, Jane," he groaned, his hips bucking forward as I took him deeper.
I could feel the heat building between us, and I knew that I wanted more. I wanted him to take me, to use me like the cheating slut that I was.
"Quy, please," I begged, pulling back and looking up at him. "Use me like the dirty slut I am."
He didn't need to be asked twice. With a growl, he pulled me up and pushed me back onto the desk. I spread my legs wide, inviting him in.
He reached down and rubbed his cock against my wet pussy, teasing me.
"Please, Quy," I begged, writhing beneath him.
"I need you. I need you now."
He didn't hesitate. He positioned himself behind me and thrust into me with a force that made me scream out in pleasure. I was so wet, so ready for him.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with one of my own. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, and I couldn't help but scream out in pleasure.
"Oh, Quy, you're so much bigger than my husband," I cried out, feeling the difference between him and my husband. "You feel so much better."
Quy reached around and started to play with my clit, causing me to moan even louder.
I could feel my orgasm building up, and I knew I was close.
But Quy had other plans.
He pulled out of me and slapped my ass hard, causing me to yelp in surprise.
"
I'm not done with you yet," he said, as he turned me over and pushed me back onto the desk.
He spread my legs wide and entered me again, this time with a roughness that made me gasp.
"
You like that, don't you?" he said, as he started to thrust into me with a force that took my breath away.
I could feel my orgasm building up again, but Quy was in control. He reached down and started to play with my clit again, causing me to moan even louder.
"
Quy, please," I begged, as I felt my orgasm building up again.
"I can't take it anymore. I'm going to cum."
But Quy didn't seem to care. He continued to thrust into me with a roughness that was almost painful, but also incredibly arousing.
I could feel my stomach bulge with every thrust, and I knew that it was because of the size of Quy's cock. But I didn't care. I was too lost in the pleasure that he was giving me.
"
Oh, Quy, yes," I screamed, as I felt my orgasm building up again.
Quy reached down and started to play with my clit, causing me to moan even louder.
"
Yes, yes, yes," I screamed, as I felt my orgasm building up again.
But Quy didn't stop.
"I'm going to cum again," I screamed, as I felt my orgasm building up.
Quy reached down and started to play with my clit, causing me to moan even louder.
"Switch positions," he said, his voice husky with desire.
I did as I was told. I got on my hands and knees, and Quy entered me from behind.
The angle was different, and I could feel him even deeper inside of me.
"Fuck, Jane," he groaned, as he started to thrust into me with a newfound intensity.
I could feel the pleasure building between us, and I knew that I was close to another orgasm.
But Quy wasn't done yet.
He reached around and grabbed a hold of my hips, pulling me closer to him with each thrust. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, and I knew that he was close.
"Jane, I want to breed you," he growled, his voice full of desire.
I moaned, feeling the pleasure building between us. I had never been so turned on in my life.
"Yes, Quy, please," I begged, wanting to feel him cum inside of me.
I wanted to have his baby, to have a child that was a mix of both of us. I wanted to be able to raise it with my husband, to have him raise a child that wasn't his own.
Quy's thrusts became more intense, and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me.
I knew he was close to cumming, and I couldn't wait to feel him fill me up.
"Quy, I want you to cum inside of me," I begged, wanting to feel him breed me.
He groaned in response, and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me.
"I'm going to cum inside of you," he said, his voice full of desire.
And with that, he thrust into me one last time, and I could feel his cock twitching as he filled me up with his seed.
It felt like a flood of warmth filling me up, and I could feel my stomach bulge and swell from the large amount. I could feel him pumping inside of me, filling me up with his seed.
I collapsed onto the desk, feeling the weight of what had just happened settle over me.
I was still panting, trying to catch my breath.
Quy pulled out of me and looked down at me, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You were amazing, Jane," he said, as he leaned down and kissed me.
I could feel his cum dripping out of me, and I knew that I had to do something about it. I couldn't just let it sit there.
Without a word, I got up and went to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and my makeup was smeared. I felt like a different person.
I reached down and touched myself, feeling Quy's cum inside of me. I could feel it leaking out of me, and I knew that I had to do something about it.
I reached down and touched myself, feeling the warmth of Quy's cum still inside of me.
Without a second thought, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of my creampied pussy. I could see the evidence of Quy's seed still leaking out of me in the photo.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I looked at the picture. I had just betrayed my husband, and it felt good. I knew that he would never be able to satisfy me the way that Quy did.
I quickly sent the picture to my husband, with a message that read: "I hope you're happy. This is what you're missing out on."
I put my phone away and looked at myself in the mirror once again. I could see the satisfaction in my eyes, and I knew that I had made the right decision.
But as I turned to leave the bathroom, I heard my phone buzz. I picked it up and saw that I had received a message from my husband.
"I hope you're happy," the message read, accompanied by a picture of his cock, hard and ready for action.
My heart sank as I realized what was happening. My husband was video calling me, and he was jacking off because he was a cuck.
He wanted to watch me get fucked by Quy, and he was getting off on it.
I couldn't believe it. I felt a mix of disgust and excitement at the same time.
"I'm glad you're enjoying the show," I wrote back, as I opened the door to my office and let Quy in.
Quy looked at me with a confused expression on his face, but I just smiled and closed the door behind him.
I didn't want to explain what was going on. I wanted to enjoy the moment, and I wanted Quy to enjoy it too.
I walked over to my desk and leaned against it, spreading my legs wide. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and I knew that I was ready for him.
Quy looked at me with a hunger in his eyes, and I could see the bulge in his pants. He was ready for me, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me again.
But before we could start, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I called out, annoyed at the interruption.
"It's me," said a voice from the other side of the door.
I recognized the voice immediately. It was my husband, and he was here to watch us.
I sighed and opened the door, letting him in.
He walked in, and sat down on the chair, directly in front of us. He had a look of excitement on his face, and I could see the bulge in his pants.
"Don't mind me," he said, as he started to jerk off.
I looked at him with a mix of disgust and amusement. I couldn't believe that he was doing this, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
"Look at him," I said, turning to Quy. "This is what he wants to see. This is what he gets off on."
Quy didn't say anything, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. He had never been in a situation like this before, and I could tell that he was enjoying it.
"You like that, don't you?" I said, turning to my husband.
"I think you'll enjoy this even more."
With that, I turned to Quy and pulled him towards me. I could feel his hardness pressing against my leg, and I knew that he was ready for me.
I pushed him back onto the desk, and climbed on top of him. He looked up at me with a mixture of surprise and desire in his eyes, as I began to ride him aggressively.
I moved my hips in a circular motion, feeling him fill me up completely. I could feel every inch of him inside of me, and I knew that this was what I wanted.
I leaned down and kissed him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth. He reached up and grabbed onto my hips, guiding me in my movements.
I could feel the tension building between us, and I knew that we were both close to the edge. But I wasn't ready to stop yet.
I wanted to feel him deeper inside of me, and I knew that the only way to do that was to take control.
With a newfound determination, I started to ride him harder, feeling him fill me up completely.
But just as I was about to cum, there was a knock on the door.
"Ignore it," I said, my voice husky with desire. "I don't want anything to interrupt us."
Quy nodded, and I continued to ride him harder and faster, feeling him twitch inside of me. I could feel my orgasm building up again, and I knew that I was close.
But then there was another knock on the door, this time more insistent.
"Jane, are you in there?" called out a voice from the other side of the door.