Cuckolded By His Boss

By Wanda Peters

The days passed, and Amanda became more and more disgruntled with her husband. No matter how hard she tried, she just could not get his attention. New lingerie was purchased and showed off, but it received no response. She added stiletto heels, something she had not worn for at least five years. All she got for her trouble was a look of derision from her husband and the advice to take those fool things off before you hurt yourself.
She did not offer a reply, but she was taking mental notes and filing them away. She vowed that each slight he offered would be repaid at some time in the future.
Read the book to see if she gets her revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jun 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463933886

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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Cuckolded By His Boss

By: Wanda Peters

Smashwords Edition

Copyright October 2015

Disclaimer: This book is, in its entirety a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is a pure coincidence. It is erotic in nature and contains scenes depicting sexual situations. If these things are objectionable to you, please do not read this book.

Cuckolded By His Boss

Chapter One - Contemplation

Amanda and Charles Morris lay naked together in their large king-sized bed. Their lack of clothing was a result of an on-going experiment to rekindle some of the passion that had been lost somewhere during their 15 years of marriage. As she looked down at his semi-erect penis, she knew that this experiment was destined to fail as much as all the others they had tried.

About the closest, they had come to adding excitement to their marriage was when they had decided to have date night on Friday evenings. Charles would take Amanda to some local bar, drop her off and come back a little later and try to seduce her. The first time they tried it, it wasn't too bad. With enough imagination, they ended up back home each with an imaginary stranger and the sex had been good. But Amanda had wanted more than imaginary sex that turned out to be far too familiar. And so the next time she deliberately had put herself in a position where an actual stranger could approach her and make advances that most people would have considered to be off-limits to a married woman. But then the real problem had come about when Charles had entered the bar and found his wife being led around the dance floor held in a tight embrace. And worse still, the man she was dancing with had his hand firmly pressed against her married ass cheek. Charles was sure that if they had not had clothes on they would have been fucking each other right there on the dance floor. His over-reaction put a stop to the fantasy and to that attempt at restoring their sexuality to what they had wanted it to become.

Next, they had tried for her to be more dominant in the bedroom. With a few silk ties to bind him with and a play whip to make him obey, she enjoyed the first encounter. But after about the third try she tired of having to do all the work herself. Some might find having a helpless male tied in their bed exciting, but Amanda did not. The only way she could get any use out of him was to straddle him and use his poor excuse for a cock.

So now she pondered her choices. One, she could just give up on sex, but the notion of becoming celibate at the age of 35 did not have a great deal of appeal. Two she could always take a lover, but she was not sure that becoming an adulteress was what she wanted either. Or three she could continue to try to awaken some desire in the bosom of her husband.

She turned on her side facing Charley and allowed her hand to rest on the hair of his chest. Slowly she intertwined her fingers into the coarse, curly mass. She gave a gentle pull to see if she could elicit some response and was rewarded by hearing a slight moan escape his lips. She released the hairs and took his right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze slightly. Again he showed that he was enjoying the attention she was giving his body.

Charlie knew what was coming next. And as much as he desired it, he knew that his body would not respond in the way he wished. He loved Amanda more than he could ever show or tell her, but at some point in his life, he had lost the ability to attain and retain an erection. And so instead of simply telling her what the problem was he knew that he would respond in a way to make sure she did not follow through on trying to get him to make love to her.

He thought back to the various ways they had tried to put intimacy back into their marriage. Date night had been the most promising but then his jealousy had reared its' ugly head. He just could not stand to see any other man paying close attention to his wife.

She changed position slightly and took the nipple between her long sharp fingernails and began to squeeze. At first, he seemed to enjoy it, and she noticed that his cock was expanding and lengthening but not to the extent that it should. So she applied, even more, pressure until he tried to pull away.

Ouch, damn it that hurts, He exclaimed.

I thought you wanted it rough in the bedroom. Isn't that what you told me?

Not so rough that I am going to lose my nipples. A little pain is different from permanent damage.

You really are a wimp, aren't you? What happened to the real man that thought he would like me to take a whip to his ass?

Like I said fantasies are not always the reality. Maybe we should just roll over and go to sleep.

Sure wimp let's do that, She said as she removed her hand from his body and turned away from him."

She knew that she had hurt his feeling, but for some reason, the thought made her a little wet. Perhaps there was a way to put a spark back into her sex life.

Chapter Two - The Office Party

The days passed, and Amanda became more and more disgruntled with her husband. No matter how hard she tried, she just could not get his attention. New lingerie was purchased and showed off, but it received no response. She added stiletto heels, something she had not worn for at least five years. All she got for her trouble was a look of derision from her husband and the advice to take those foolish things off before you hurt yourself.

She did not offer a reply, but she was taking mental notes and filing them away. She vowed that each slight he offered would be repaid at some time in the future.

Her opportunity came in the form of an invitation to her husband's office party. It was more like a sales rally, but the wives and husbands of the sales team were invited. She had not been out to any type of function for a while, and she decided that even if her husband did not like her sexy dress, perhaps she could find someone else that did.

She made a special trip to the mall, and her first stop was the lingerie shop. She had a good idea of what she was looking for, but when the saleswoman came up and asked if she could be of assistance, Amanda readily accepted.

I am looking for something that will make every head turn when I walk into the room, She announced.

I have just what you are looking for, but I hope you realize that comfort and the complete sexy look do not coincide.

Comfort be damned. As long as every man and perhaps a woman or two want to fuck me, I can stand a little pain.

She spent the better part of two hours trying on various garments that the woman recommended, and when she had made her selections and paid for them, she was extremely pleased. Her husband was going to have a big surprise.

When the big day arrived, she made sure that her husband would not be picking her up to drive her to the party. She could not take the chance that he would overreact before she desired him to. So she told him that she had a late nail appointment that day and that she would meet him there.

As she walked into the room, she got her first wish for every head in the room