Hiding in the shadows, Harrison watches his imperious wife dominate her favorite office boy toy.

My wife was working late. Again. So said the text I received from her when I was about to start my commute home.

I knew what that message really meant.

The simple sentence told me that Mary was going to top her favorite employee — and if he behaved, I might get to see her fuck him! A thrill ran through me. I checked the clock on the dash as I calculated how long it would take me to get to her office. Her first text was followed by a second: “I know you won’t mind.”

I sat in my car in the parking lot, thinking: No, I don’t. I don’t mind at all. I could already see her in my mind, punishing Raif for some misdeed — real or imagined. He loves being chastised by my wife. The major thing is that he doesn’t know that I know about their kinky affair. This adds a crucial spice to the already erotic relationship between me and my dirty-minded woman.

I wondered what Raif would do if he realized that I did know about the two of them. For sure, he might treat me differently. As it is, he’s coolly aloof whenever I see him. Deferential, maybe. But there is a little of the cat who ate the canary in the smiles he gives me when we shake hands.

The implication being that he knows something I don’t.

When the truth is the stark opposite.

I recalled the last time I’d seen the two of them together — the way Mary had used Raif’s own belt to bind his wrists together before smacking his tight ass with a wooden ruler. She had really striped him, telling him that he couldn’t come until she granted him permission, explaining that what she wanted from him after working hours was total obedience.

“You be good for me, Raif,” she’d insisted when he’d moaned and lurched forward, as if fucking an invisible woman. “Don’t you let me down.”

I’d been able to see only the back view of him. How I’d longed to watch his face change as the wood met his skin. But even the viewpoint I had was appealing. My dick was hard and my breath came faster with every blow, almost as if I was the one who was being punished.

The man didn’t stand a chance. The ruler clearly was bringing him to the brink. He couldn’t stifle his orgasm when it was ready to break. He’d infuriated my wife by not only disobeying her direct order — he’d also come all over her desk, ruining the blotter. I was the one who went to the stationery store for her to buy a replacement, and I’d practically come in my pants while remembering the agitated look on Mary’s face when Raif had shot his load.

She doesn’t appreciate a mess — and, boy, had he paid for that! The spanking she’d delivered after that was no doubt forever burned into his memory. I know it’s something I won’t soon forget!

From our years together, Mary and I have honed the perfect way to enhance both of our desires. I like watching her toy with other men, and she enjoys fucking them while she knows I’m there, close enough to see everything, yet unable to act on my desires.

She would take care of Raif whether I was there or not. If I missed my opportunity to watch, she’d simply tell me about their time together afterward and punish me for not catching the show. After one time I’d been MIA, she’d made me wear a chastity belt for an entire weekend. Another time, she’d oiled up a butt plug and had me wear the thing to work. Every motion that day had been pure torture for me. But at least, when I got home that night, she’d removed the toy with a pop and took care of me with a strap-on and a handjob.

My release had been sweet. I can still remember the freedom of finally coming all over our bedsheets. Of course, afterward I was forced to scrub the sheets by hand, wearing nothing but an apron. Before I hung them on the line to dry, she’d attached wooden clothespins to my nipples. She’d tugged on them repeatedly until I came again.

I had plenty of time to recall that lovely liaison because traffic was hellish. My hard-on was pulsing in my slacks the whole time. But I finally made it to her office and pulled into the underground parking lot, awaiting my wife’s next instruction.

I quickly glanced at my phone. She’d sent one more text that simply stated: “Conference room.”

Quickly, I made my way to the bank of elevators. I noticed my reflection in the mirrored wall on the ride up. My hair was neatly combed. My suit was finely pressed. There was nothing in my outward appearance to suggest that I was about to do something kinky. After all, what does one wear to sneak into the closet in a conference room to watch his wife and her lover? Apparently, a well-tailored, custom-made suit.

I rushed down the empty hall to the room in question. All of the offices I passed along the way were dark now, but I saw a light shining from under Mary’s door. I was as quiet as possible, and I hoped she had Raif busy in some way so that he wouldn’t be paying attention to the muffled sound of my footfalls on the thick hallway carpet.

Perhaps she was having him give her cunt a tongue bath. Maybe she was watching while he polished her high heels one lick at a time. I rushed down the hall, catching my reflection in the framed art that lined the walls. I knew exactly where I was headed from past encounters. The only thing I had on my mind was to hide — and fast.

I made it to the room and hurried to my spot. I left the door to the supply closet open just the tiniest bit. I was sure that Raif wouldn’t notice. After all, he never had before.

Now, all I had to do was wait. I leaned against the wall in the cool darkness. Then I took off my suit jacket to make myself more comfortable. As soon as the door to the room creaked open, I unzipped the fly of my slacks. When I heard the purr of Mary’s voice, I pulled out my hard cock. Now, it was all about positioning, about where would she place the two of them. Sometimes, she purposely keeps them out of my line of vision — forcing me only to hear, which is a thrilling kind of torture.

“My breath came faster with every blow, almost as if I was being punished.”

But that night she must have been in a generous frame of mind because I could see everything. She had Raif on all fours, already naked. His ass was covered with angry red marks. She’d likely whipped him in her office with his very own belt, too hot to wait for my arrival. I liked the thought of him crawling behind her down the hall, entirely naked and thoroughly punished. I wished I’d been able to see that. But instead of mourning what I’d missed, I focused on the scene unfolding in front of me. I had a front-row seat to my wife’s wickedness. Yes, Ma’am.

And that’s exactly what Raif said. “Yes, Ma’am,” was his response when Mary asked if his dick was hard. She knew it was stiff. She could see for herself that he was at full mast. But she always likes making her subs talk. Even when one of her playthings is going down on her and has a mouthful of her pussy, she still demands answers to her questions. She gets off on making life difficult for her lovers — and any one of them would walk across hot coals to please her, including me.

“Are you fully erect?” she asked him.

“Oh yes, Ma’am,” Raif replied. I wondered if he thought she was going to do something about his hard-on. I could see Mary’s eyes. They were burning bright, glowing with dangerous desire. She was going to make him work for his orgasm. I could tell, even if Raif could not. Perhaps he was too dazed by lust. He seemed to be lost in heady subspace already.

“Get me off,” she commanded.

That was it. Three words. Raif looked up at her, and I could tell he wished she’d offered more particular instructions about how he should accomplish the job.

Raif began his quest tentatively. He licked the toe tip of one of her black high heels. Mary didn’t respond verbally, but I saw her lips twitch in a not-quite-repressed smile. She loves to see her subs tongue-bathe her shoes. Since she hadn’t told him to stop, Raif continued, moving slowly upward. He kissed along the lines of her lean muscles, then moved to lick and kiss the backs of her knees. This gesture would have sent me skyward. I’m deeply sensitive. Mary is, too, but she kept her composure. I could tell she appreciated how much attention he was giving to his task.

Raif then made an adventurous move. He boldly reached his hands up under her dress. I held my breath, awaiting her response. But Mary didn’t even flinch. She coolly observed as he pulled her nylon panties down her thighs. A different type of lover would have stepped out of the undies to make things easier for her man. But my Mary stood still, leaving the undies bunched around her shoes. Raif resumed his kissing games. He slowly pushed her dress upward as he let his tongue move from one leg to the other — back and forth, higher and higher. When he reached her cunt, he gazed directly up at her. The expression on his face revealed the questions racing through his mind: Did she want his tongue on her clit? Did she want him to part her lips with his hands? Would she let him sip from her honeypot?

He didn’t dare risk her wrath. “Mistress, may I?” he asked, with a nod toward her pussy.

Mary nodded, setting a hand on his head as she ordered, “Don’t stop until I come.”

Excitedly, I started to work my hand up and down my cock. Raif made sloppy slurping noises as he lapped at her clit. He looked almost as if he was trying to French-kiss her cunt — in fact, that seemed to be what he was doing. Mary shut her eyes. A wave of jealousy — brief, but definitely fierce — shivered through me. I wanted her juices coating my tongue. But I told myself to be patient. Mary is mine forever. She could be Raif’s for that brief moment. Or, more correctly, he could be hers.

Her boy toy upped his efforts, and I continued to watch in a blaze of excitement as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

Then he did the unexpected. He licked one finger and brought his hand around behind her to massage her tight back hole while he continued to lick her clit. Mary likes that. Even though I don’t get to fuck her ass often, she definitely appreciates having all of her orifices well attended.

Raif’s actions unlocked a fierce desire in my wife. She stepped out of the tangle of her panties, spun around and bent over the polished wooden table. She held her plush rear cheeks open and barked her next command: “Tongue-fuck my asshole!”

Raif didn’t hesitate. He moved quickly behind her, and he began to wedge his tongue into her rear opening. At least, I assumed he was. I couldn’t see the exact insertion because his face was in the way. But I guessed that’s what he was doing because Mary started to sigh and praise him as she rammed her ass back against his face. Then she said, “Play with your own asshole while you lick mine.”

That I could see. Raif did what she’d ordered without balking. He was touching his anus and tonguing hers, and the whole scene was so exciting I had to avert my eyes for a moment. I was sure that I would come on the carpet if I didn’t get myself together. While I had my eyes downcast, trying to gather my composure, Mary came. The sounds of her pleasure ricocheted around the room. There was silence for a moment. Then I peeked back through the opening. She had Raif on his back on the table. She was tugging his cock with one hand and diddling his butt hole with the other. He looked as if he wanted to come but wanted to wait at the same time, as if the pleasure was so blindingly beautiful he never wanted it to end.

Apparently, she wasn’t ready for it to end, either.

“I like playing with you,” she said quietly. “But I’ll stop if I think you’re going to come. And if you come without my permission, forget about fucking me tonight.”

But Raif was too far gone! The words had barely left her lips when he began shooting a geyser of cream into the air.

Mary ended things quickly after that. She never goes back on her word. Raif was instructed to go to her office, dress and leave. I could see he felt ashamed — and I guessed he was probably sticky, too. Mary assured him that she’d deal with his transgressions at their next rendezvous. Then she settled back in one of the conference chairs and put her feet up on the table. I stayed where I was. She knew I was there. But I guessed she was waiting for Raif to leave the building before she made her next move.

I hoped she’d let me take over where Raif had left off. I didn’t want to get myself too excited, but the thought of fucking Mary while she was still riding high from playing with a love slave was very arousing to me.

After what felt like an eternity, Mary pushed back her chair and walked to my hiding spot. With a flourish, she opened the closet door to reveal me standing there with my pants open.

She challenged, “Do you think you can do a better job than Raif?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Let’s see.”

She had me totally stripped in no time — and she took off all of her own clothes, as well. Then I was kissing my way up her body, just as Raif had done, before focusing on her clit. Perhaps it was because she’d already had one orgasm, but she was definitely well primed. I got her off with my tongue in the best way I know how. She was fisting my hair and quickly crying out my name. My desperate cock throbbed against my thigh. She then put me in the same position Raif had been in: on the table, on my back. She manhandled me thoroughly. I held myself entirely still. I would not make the same mistake Raif had. I would not climax without my Mary’s direct permission.

“I focused on the scene. I had a front-row seat to my wife’s wickedness.”

That said, it was difficult. She tugged on my dick and played with my hole, and I bit my lip and forced my breathing to remain slow and steady. I would not come. That was my mantra. I would not. I would not. I would not.

She poked a fingertip into my asshole.

I would not come.

She slid her spit-slickened finger past my backdoor.

No. I would not ejaculate.

She jerked my cock slowly and skillfully, matching the hypnotic rhythm with which she finger-fucked my ass.

I shut my eyes. I couldn’t look at her any longer. I thought of Raif, shooting that white geyser into the air. That wouldn’t be me. I longed to lose my load inside Mary’s snatch. If I came without her direct consent, I could kiss that pleasure good-bye — for God knows how long.

Finally, she gave a throaty laugh. Mary withdrew her finger and released my dick. “Good boy,” she said, and my heart seemed winged. “You may fuck me.”

Hallelujah!

I had endured and would receive my reward. I slid off the table, and Mary bent herself over its edge. Then I got behind her, placed my hands on her svelte waist and drove my dick home. When Mary gives me permission to fuck her, I am allowed to do so any way I want — as soft and sweet, or as hard and fast, as I desire.

That night I slammed into her to the hilt. Mary’s sigh was a shuddering sound of true ecstasy that warmed my soul. I plowed her again and again, and as I fucked her, I thought of the way she’d acted with Raif. How she’d teased and tormented him — and then sent him away.

There was no reward for Raif — but there was one for me, her most treasured pet. She rubbed her clit with one hand while I worked her. Then her muscles were tightening on my dick, letting me know she was a beat away from climaxing. And then she came in a great rush that had her shivering and crying out.

“You may,” she said, her voice quivering with the power of her release.

She knew how hard it was for me to hold back, how much I longed to please her.

I climaxed as soon as she granted me permission, filling her up. As pleasure and gratitude flooded my body, I was already looking forward to the next time my Mary would work overtime.

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