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A violent shudder ran through me.
And Nicole grinned.
The teasing glint in Nicole’s eyes slowly faded, replaced by something softer, something more real. Her fingers, still slick with me, stilled on my skin, and she let out a slow, shaky exhale.
Then she sat back, running a hand through her tousled hair, her expression shifting into something more contemplative.
“I really want to put Jeff behind us,” she murmured, almost as if she were saying it more to herself than to me.
I blinked, my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. My heart pounded, my mind still clouded with the lingering remnants of arousal and the weight of what we’d just done—what she had just said to me.
Nicole’s gaze flickered back to mine, her lips pressing together in a small, conflicted smile. “The fantasy talk is fun,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, more measured. “And I went so much further than I ever thought I would.”
I swallowed hard, watching her closely.
She inhaled, shaking her head slightly as if trying to make sense of her own thoughts. “But the reality is…” Her fingers traced absent patterns on my stomach, where my release still marked me. “I’m a mom. I’m a wife.” She hesitated before continuing, voice laced with something deeper, something almost pleading. “I can’t be someone’s slut.”
Her words should have made me relieved.
But instead, my stomach twisted—because I heard the unspoken conflict in her tone.
She was trying to convince herself just as much as she was convincing me.
I exhaled slowly, brushing my hand over hers, grounding her, grounding us.
“I know,” I murmured, even though I wasn’t sure if I did know what this meant for us now.
Nicole met my gaze again, searching my face, as if waiting for me to fix this, to make sense of what we had become.
But I couldn’t.
Because even though she wanted to bury what happened—
I wasn’t sure if I could ever stop thinking about it.
I took a deep breath, my body still humming from the aftershocks of my orgasm, my mind spinning with everything Nicole had just said. The weight of her words—I want to put Jeff behind us—sat heavy in my chest, but I wasn’t sure if I believed them.
Or if she did.
I met her gaze, searching her expression, and finally found my voice. “Nicole… watching you with him was…”
Before I could finish, she lifted a finger, still slick and glistening with me, and pressed it against my lips, smearing my own seed across them.
“Shh,” she murmured, her blue eyes playful but knowing.
The shock of it made me freeze—but only for a second. Without thinking, without hesitation, my tongue flicked out, instinctively licking my lips before I even realized what I had done.
The taste registered, faint but undeniable, and my stomach twisted in a way I didn’t understand.
Nicole gasped, then giggled, covering her mouth as she beamed at me. “Oh my God,” she laughed. “Looks like you tasted it before I did.”
Heat rushed to my face, embarrassment mixing with something else—something darker, something I wasn’t ready to name.
But Nicole was still laughing.
And fuck, that laugh. It was light, genuine, the sound of us—of who we were before all of this.
I wasn’t about to let her get away with that.
With a sudden growl, I grabbed her, pulling her down onto the bed. She squealed, her giggles turning into a full-blown cry of laughter as I pinned her beneath me, my fingers finding the soft curves of her sides, tickling her mercilessly.
“Travis—no!” she shrieked between uncontrollable laughter, her legs kicking as she tried to escape.
I grinned down at her, drinking in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, happy. It was us again, in this moment, in this bed.
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, playful kiss, still grinning against her mouth.
She gasped against me, still laughing, until realization hit.
I pulled back slightly, smirking. “Now you can taste it.”
Nicole’s eyes widened for half a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, shoving at my chest. “You ass!”
But she didn’t stop kissing me.
And I didn’t stop wanting her.
The week passed as if nothing had happened.
On the surface, life resumed its normal rhythm—work, home, dinner with the kids, bedtime routines. Nicole smiled at me the same way she always had. She kissed me goodnight. She curled up next to me in bed, warm and familiar.
And yet, something felt off.
It was subtle, like a song playing just out of earshot, something I knew was there but couldn’t quite catch.
It gnawed at me, especially at night, when my thoughts were no longer drowned out by work or conversation.
I only do that for Daddy.
I heard it over and over again.
That teasing, knowing grin. The way she’d wanted me to react.
She had laughed that night, brushed it off, told me she wanted to put Jeff behind us.
But I knew her.
And something told me she hadn’t really stopped thinking about it.
By the time Thursday rolled around, I had almost convinced myself I was being paranoid.
It was late in the afternoon, the office winding down as people gathered their things, exchanging quick goodbyes as they headed for the elevators. The hum of conversation was fading, leaving behind the quiet shuffle of papers and the distant hum of printers.
And then—
A soft knock at my office door.
I looked up from my computer, expecting an assistant or a coworker.
But it was Nicole.
She stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, her blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her body wrapped in form-fitting Lululemon leggings and a matching cropped zip-up jacket. The material hugged her just right, accentuating every curve, every subtle shift of muscle beneath smooth skin.
I blinked, caught off guard. “Nicole?”
She smiled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Surprise,” she murmured.
I leaned back in my chair, still processing. “What are you doing here?”
“Penelope took the kids to soccer practice,” she said, glancing around the office with mild curiosity. “I had some time and figured I’d stop by and see your new place.”
My eyes followed her as she moved to the floor-to-ceiling windows, her gaze drifting over the city skyline. The golden light of the setting sun cast a soft glow around her, highlighting the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back.
Goddamn.
She looked incredible.
Nicole let out a small, appreciative hum, pressing her fingertips against the glass. “Nice view,” she said.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Yeah.”
Her reflection in the glass shifted slightly, her head tilting as she studied the streets below.
I couldn’t help but wonder—
Was she here to see?
Or to be seen?
The thought struck me hard, settling low in my stomach.
She knew people were still leaving for the day. That the elevators were busy, that the building was not empty yet.
And yet, here she was.
Dressed like that.
Standing at the window.
I watched her, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the slight arch of her back as she shifted her weight onto one leg.
Nicole was confident, but she wasn’t usually this deliberate in how she moved.
Or maybe she always had been, and I was just now noticing.
She turned slightly, catching me staring. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
“You okay?” she asked, her voice light, teasing.
I forced a breath, nodding. “Yeah. Just surprised to see you.”
Nicole shrugged, glancing back out at the city. “Guess I just missed you.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly, studying her.
She had never just dropped by my office before.
Something told me she wasn’t here just for me.
Or at least, not just for this.
Nicole slowly turned away from the window, her blue eyes meeting mine as she moved toward my desk. She trailed her fingers along its polished edge, a slight, teasing smile on her lips.
“I really do like the new office,” she murmured, her gaze wandering around appreciatively. “Feels important. Like you.”
There was something playful in her tone, but beneath the surface, I could sense something else—something unspoken, lingering just behind her carefully maintained smile.
“Thanks,” I replied slowly, leaning back in my chair, watching her carefully. “Though I can’t help but think you didn’t come all the way here just to compliment my office.”
Nicole paused, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at me. “Maybe I missed you,” she repeated softly, a playful edge returning. But her eyes didn’t quite meet mine this time.
“Nicole,” I said, my voice lower now, pressing gently. “Did you really come here just for me?”
She sighed softly, moving around the desk, leaning back against it just beside me. Her proximity was intentional—I could smell her perfume, could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She tilted her head slightly, regarding me with a half-smile that didn’t fully reach her eyes.
“Honestly?” she finally said, quieter now. “I just… I wanted to see where you spend your days. To see what your life is like here.” She hesitated, then glanced toward the closed office door, her voice lowering even more. “And I guess I was curious.”
“Curious?” I echoed, my stomach tightening slightly. “About what?”
She looked back at me, holding my gaze this time, the smile fading slightly, replaced by something more vulnerable. “About how you feel now. After everything. About…what you see when you look at me.”
Her voice trailed off softly, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. It was the first time since that night that she’d openly acknowledged the shift between us.
“Nicole,” I began gently, feeling the familiar knot of conflict in my chest. “Nothing’s changed in how I feel about you.”
She gave a small laugh, almost sad, shaking her head slightly. “We both know that’s not true.”
I swallowed, realizing she was right. “Then maybe not how I feel—but how I see you.”
Nicole met my eyes fully, a flicker of recognition passing between us. She stepped closer, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. “And how do you see me now?”
I hesitated, feeling the heat rise in my neck, my heart pounding faster. “I see someone who’s not afraid anymore,” I admitted quietly. “Someone who discovered something about herself.”
She studied me silently for a moment, then nodded slowly, her voice barely audible. “And does that scare you?”
“It should,” I replied honestly. “But I don’t know if it does.”
A slow, genuine smile finally reached her lips, lighting her eyes in a way that made my pulse quicken. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my cheek.
“Maybe it should scare both of us,” she whispered. “Because sometimes, I still think about it—more than I should.”
My chest tightened sharply at her admission. “Nicole—”
Before I could finish, a soft knock sounded at my office door, startling us both. Nicole quickly straightened, smoothing her leggings as the door creaked open slightly. My assistant’s head appeared, smiling apologetically.
“Sorry to interrupt. I was just heading out—did you need anything else?”
I shook my head quickly, forcing a casual smile. “No, we’re fine. Have a good night.”
The assistant nodded politely, glancing briefly at Nicole before closing the door gently behind her.
Nicole exhaled, a soft laugh escaping her. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
I looked up at her, shaking my head slowly. “No,” I said quietly. “I’m glad you did.”
The door to my office swung open without a knock, shattering the fragile tension hanging between Nicole and me. My pulse spiked instantly, a deep, visceral reaction that I recognized even before I heard his voice.
“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” Jeff said, his tone slick and thick with amusement. The air seemed to rush out of the room as he entered, his imposing figure dominating the space effortlessly. The faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with stale cigar smoke filled the air, making it hard to breathe.
Nicole’s posture shifted instantly, her back straightening, a subtle flush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes widened just slightly, her lips parting as she turned to face him. It was barely noticeable—just a brief flicker—but enough to send a sharp pang of jealousy twisting through my gut.
Jeff’s gaze traveled slowly over her, lingering appreciatively on the tight fabric of her Lululemon leggings and the gentle curves beneath. “Damn, Nicole,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. “You look incredible. That outfit suits you perfectly.”
Nicole swallowed visibly, her eyes darting briefly toward me as if seeking some kind of reassurance or permission—but I had none to give. I felt rooted in place, caught in the swirl of confusion, possessiveness, and reluctant arousal that Jeff always seemed to bring out in me.
Jeff stepped closer, casually glancing out the window as if admiring the view, but his eyes kept drifting back to Nicole. “You two might want to know,” he began smoothly, “the building’s empty. Everyone else cleared out about ten minutes ago. It’s just the three of us.”
He let those words hang in the air, heavy with implication.
My stomach tightened sharply. Nicole’s breath quickened slightly, her fingers twitching at her sides as the tension spiked around us. Her cheeks flushed deeper, betraying what her silence wouldn’t. I saw it in her eyes—the way she looked at him, wary but intrigued, nervous yet undeniably drawn in.
Jeff noticed it, too, of course. He smiled, smug and knowing.
“You picked a great night to drop by, Nicole,” he said softly, his gaze settling directly on hers. “Seems like perfect timing to me.”
My jaw tightened, my fists clenching at my sides, but I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Because even now, as anger surged through me, a darker part of me—a part I’d only recently come to acknowledge—felt something else entirely.
I was curious, fascinated, and shamefully, undeniably aroused by whatever was about to unfold.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock,” Jeff murmured slowly, confidently. “And I know you’ve been thinking about it too, Nicole.”
I felt like an intruder, frozen in place, helplessly witnessing a moment I knew I should interrupt—but I couldn't bring myself to move, to speak, to do anything but watch the shift in Nicole’s posture. Her cheeks burned crimson, her eyes darting nervously away from him and toward the city outside the window, as if seeking escape from the reality unfolding around us.
Jeff stepped closer to her, his voice dropping into a low whisper that made my blood boil and my stomach twist in helpless jealousy. “But you know what I keep wondering, Nicole? What I've been imagining ever since that night?” He leaned closer, speaking intimately, yet still loud enough for me to hear clearly. “How you taste.”
Nicole’s breath quickened, and she visibly trembled, pressing her palms flat against the window as if to steady herself. She didn’t turn toward him—but she didn’t pull away either. Her silence spoke volumes, a confirmation that sent a searing ache through me.
Jeff reached out boldly, his thick hand settling possessively on her hip, caressing the curve there. My pulse pounded, anger and jealousy warring violently with a shameful, undeniable arousal at seeing her respond so easily to his touch.
“You look fucking incredible in these leggings,” Jeff whispered softly in her ear, squeezing and exploring her body with an ownership that made me grit my teeth in helpless frustration. “Such a perfect ass. So thick, so soft. I can’t stop thinking about how you'd feel under my hands—how wet you'd be when I touch you.”
Nicole’s lips parted slightly, and the faintest, softest moan slipped from her throat, barely audible yet deafeningly loud in my ears.
He slowly moved his hand higher, gripping the zipper of her top and tugging it downward with deliberate, confident ease. The quiet sound of fabric parting felt obscenely loud in the silence of the office. I saw his fingers brushing against the smooth, bare skin beneath, and I felt a wave of helpless, humiliated possessiveness rise inside me. Nicole’s back arched subtly toward him, her body betraying her intentions even as her gaze stayed stubbornly fixed on the world outside.
I hated this. I hated him.
But more than anything, I hated myself—because despite every instinct screaming at me to intervene, to protect what was mine, my body still responded. I was hard, painfully so, trapped in an impossible paradox of desire, humiliation, and desperate fascination.
Jeff turned his head slightly, glancing toward me, a cruel, knowing smirk forming on his lips.
“You watching closely, Travis?” he asked softly.
And God help me, I was.
My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out every rational thought as I watched Jeff slowly strip my wife in front of the sprawling city skyline. Nicole’s breath quickened, and I could see her chest rising and falling, each breath marking her surrender to him—another painful stab to my pride.
As Jeff peeled away her top, her breasts spilled free, fully exposed to the wide-open expanse of windows. Her nipples tightened instantly, responding to the cool air—or to him, I couldn't be sure. My stomach clenched, the jealousy twisting like a blade deep inside, even as my own body betrayed me, throbbing with shameful need.
I hated myself in that moment. Hated the weakness that kept me standing there, silently watching as Jeff’s thick, possessive hands slid over Nicole’s naked flesh. I saw her body arch against him, saw the helpless shudder that moved through her as he leaned forward and kissed her neck, whispering words I couldn’t fully hear—but I knew exactly what they were:
"Such a good girl for Daddy."
Nicole whimpered softly, and my fists clenched at my sides. Every muscle in my body ached with the desire to rip him away, to reclaim what was mine. Yet I stood, immobilized, trapped in the twisted grip of my own submission, watching as Jeff slowly hooked his thumbs into her leggings and pulled them down, baring her completely to the open air.
She was utterly exposed now, vulnerable, naked against the backdrop of the city, and I felt something primal and possessive rise sharply within me—then collapse into quiet, defeated acceptance. Jeff glanced back toward me, his smirk mocking and triumphant, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.
“You watching, Travis?” he asked again, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “She wants you to see this. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Nicole hesitated only a heartbeat before obeying, stepping apart willingly as Jeff parted her soft flesh, revealing her completely. My chest felt tight, my breathing shallow as humiliation and undeniable arousal twisted together, blurring the line between anger and desire.
Jeff leaned in, pressing forward with his mouth against her. Nicole gasped, her body shuddering visibly as she surrendered fully. Her fingers pressed desperately against the glass, her breath fogging the window, her body arching in submission and need.
And me—I could only watch helplessly, my cock throbbing painfully with the bitter realization that I was no longer in control. I wasn’t sure I ever had been.
This was who I was now.
A silent witness. A willing cuckold.
And God help me, part of me was starting to accept it.
Jeff’s voice broke through the quiet again, low and smug, the warmth of his breath brushing against a place on Nicole's body that had always been forbidden—off-limits, even to me.
"Has Travis ever rimmed your pretty little asshole, Nicole?" Jeff asked softly, his words laced with casual cruelty, designed to deepen my humiliation.
Nicole shivered visibly, her body trembling slightly beneath his touch. She hesitated, but only for a moment. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible but clear enough to pierce straight through me. "I…I wouldn't let him."
The admission struck me deep, a fresh wound carved into the fragile remnants of my pride. My jaw tightened, fists clenched uselessly at my sides as I absorbed the reality of her words. She’d never allowed me this intimacy—and yet here she was, giving herself willingly to him.
Jeff chuckled softly, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. "That's a shame, Nicole. You have such a beautiful ass. It deserves attention." He pressed his lips to her, tasting a part of her that had always remained unexplored, untouched. She gasped, her fingers splaying desperately against the cold glass, her head falling forward as she surrendered completely to him.
My vision blurred with jealousy and confusion, my body caught between the undeniable heat of arousal and the sickening burn of betrayal.
Then, Nicole lifted her head slightly, her eyes glazed, heavy-lidded with the pleasure and vulnerability Jeff was drawing from her. In a moment of raw honesty—or perhaps cruel teasing—she spoke again, her voice shaking but firm. "Travis…he gets off knowing you get things from me he's never had."
Jeff stopped momentarily, raising his head slightly as if truly seeing me for the first time. His grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Is that right, Travis?" he asked softly, dangerously. "You like watching her give me what she's always denied you?"
My throat tightened, my stomach churning in shameful admission. The truth was brutal, humiliating, undeniable. And yet, I couldn’t speak—I didn't need to. My silence, my inability to deny it, was answer enough.
Jeff’s low chuckle rang in my ears, twisting the knife of humiliation even deeper. "Well, Travis," he said, his voice a dark whisper, "get comfortable. I'm going to enjoy all the things you never could."
Nicole moaned, surrendering fully—and I stood there, helplessly lost in the agony and ecstasy of watching everything I’d ever known about myself crumble into submission.
Jeff’s mouth continued its relentless exploration, bringing Nicole to the edge and pushing her over with an ease and confidence that gutted me. Her body shook violently, her moans growing louder, more raw—sounds I’d never managed to draw from her in all our years together.
The bitter jealousy I felt was overwhelming, suffocating, made worse by the cruel, undeniable arousal surging through me. I was trapped in this paradox, unable to escape my own twisted desires, watching helplessly as another man—this man—claimed an intimacy with my wife I had always believed belonged solely to me.
As Nicole’s trembling slowed, Jeff guided her gently but confidently toward my desk. She moved willingly, still flushed, her body glowing with the lingering warmth of her orgasm. He stood before her, cupping her face in his large hand, and leaned in, bringing his lips directly to hers.
My chest constricted painfully. Kissing—that felt even more intimate, even more wrong than everything else. Surely Nicole wouldn’t allow this—not after what he’d just done, where his mouth had just been. She would push him away. She had to.
But she didn’t.
Instead, after a brief hesitation, she leaned into him, opening to him, her lips parting willingly beneath his. The kiss deepened, slowly at first, tentative—but then something inside her seemed to break free. Her fingers curled around the back of his head, pulling him closer, gripping his thinning hair as she kissed him passionately, deeply—tongue swirling with his, accepting him completely.
My stomach lurched at the intimacy of it, the sheer betrayal of that kiss striking deeper than anything else she’d done. It wasn’t just physical anymore. She was connecting with him, surrendering not just her body, but something deeper, something more vulnerable, more precious.
Finally, Jeff pulled back slowly, savoring the moment, looking deeply into her eyes. “You’re delicious,” he murmured softly, smiling down at her.
Nicole blushed deeply, but her eyes shone with pleasure. She didn’t look at me—not yet—as Jeff gently but firmly pushed her back onto my desk. She lay down willingly, spread out before me, vulnerable and exposed. Instinctively, her legs fell open, revealing herself fully right in front of me, as if my presence no longer mattered.
Jeff glanced over his shoulder at me, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Take a good look, Travis,” he said softly. “This is how your wife wants to be treated.”
I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My humiliation twisted deeper into me, yet still my body ached, unbearably aroused by the humiliation itself.
Then Jeff leaned down again, lowering his mouth slowly toward Nicole’s glistening folds, and I realized—painfully, helplessly—that this was no longer just my fantasy or my nightmare.
It had become our reality.
And I was powerless to stop it.
Jeff’s mouth descended onto Nicole again, and the quiet of my office was shattered by the raw, wet sounds of his tongue and lips exploring her. Nicole’s moans filled the space, louder, deeper than I’d ever heard—sounds she had never made for me. Her toes curled helplessly, her back arching off the desk, every movement highlighting her complete surrender.
“Travis,” Jeff said sharply, breaking me from my trance. “Hold her leg open for me.”
My stomach twisted violently. Humiliation burned through me, but I moved forward anyway, obeying him instinctively, gripping Nicole’s thigh gently yet firmly, exposing her further as Jeff teased her, drawing her closer and closer to another devastating climax.
I watched, helpless, humiliated, but desperately aroused, as Nicole’s entire body convulsed, another orgasm crashing through her. The reality of my participation—holding her open for him—made my cock throb shamefully, betraying everything I thought I knew about myself.
Jeff stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at her with smug satisfaction. He began calmly untying his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as he asked, “So, Nicole—why’d you really stop by the office tonight?”
She hesitated, breathing heavily, her eyes cloudy from pleasure. “I…I came to see Travis.”
Jeff laughed, tossing his shirt aside and revealing his broad, hairy torso, his stomach heavy and unapologetic in its excess. He moved his hands deliberately to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, confidently. “Bullshit,” he murmured knowingly, sliding his pants down and releasing his thick, heavy cock. “You came here to be seen. By me.”
Nicole’s eyes widened, transfixed by his size, by the arrogant dominance radiating from him. Jeff stepped closer, pressing his cock against her glistening folds, moving up and down slowly, coating himself with her wetness, teasing her relentlessly.
“Admit it, Nicole,” he said softly, his voice deep and commanding. “This is what you really wanted.”
She glanced briefly at me, shame and need battling openly in her expression, before finally whispering, “Yes. I wanted you to see me.”
My stomach clenched painfully, jealousy burning through me. But Jeff wasn’t done. He lined the massive head of his cock up with her entrance, pressing slightly, just enough to threaten penetration, and Nicole’s body melted completely, her eyes fluttering closed, utterly lost in submission.
The fear and possessiveness surged through me at once. My voice cracked as I found my courage—barely—“Jeff, you can’t.”