He's Got Her Now

You walk into the kitchen, see your wife standing in front of the stove wearing just a white bra and panty set, a cup of coffee in her hands. "H...hey," you manage to say.

"Hey," she says, watching you, her eyes on you until you lower yours.

"Can I..." You look over her shoulder at the cabinet where the coffee cups are.

"Sure, sorry," she says, backing towards the window so you can reach the cabinet. She's right there so you can't help but glance at her breasts. 

"Shhh," she says when you bang a coffee cup on the cabinet, "you'll wake him up?"

You glance out the window, see the dark blue BMW in the driveway, her boss's car, parked where anyone can see it, where your neighbors can see it, where it's obvious someone spent the night. "He...he's still here," you say, not quite a question, not quite a statement.

"We...we were up late," she says, looking down, obviously slightly embarrassed. 

"I...I see," you say, pouring your coffee, trying not to look at her.

"Why don't you pour another cup," she says, "we can bring it to him, I'm sure he's stirring by now."

"Bring...bring it to him?" you stammered.

"We should talk," she says, "the three of us."

"Talk? Talk about what?"

"About last night," she says, "he should...you should let him know you're okay with this so things aren't awkward."

"You...you want me to bring your boss a cup of coffee and tell him I'm okay with...with him...sleeping with you?"

She nodded, the embarrassment still obvious. "I don't want things awkward between us," she said.

"You slept with your boss," you said, "how's that not awkward?"

"For us, sweetie, we'll talk about that later, I mean with him."

"Ellie..."

"We'll talk about us later, let's make sure he's good first, okay?"

"Ellie..."

"I'm going to go see if he's waking up, just bring the coffee, okay, then the three of us can talk."

"What...what am I supposed to say?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm sure he's wondering if there's going to be some kind of confrontation, so just head that off."

"How?"

She shrugged again. "I'm not a guy, I don't know. I guess just bringing coffee is a start, offering it to him, that's obviously singling you're good with this. Maybe thank him."

"Thank him?"

"Like I said, I don't know. I guess thank him for taking care of me, for being there, that even if we'd never talked about him, this was something we'd talked about."

"Ellie..."

"I don't know, baby, just bring the coffee and...just let things be natural." She kissed me, walked out of the kitchen towards the master bedroom. 

I stood there for a good couple of minutes, breathing. Hands shaking, I poured just a single cup as I'd lost my appetite for coffee. I took the coffee, paused outside the bedroom, walked in. I wasn't sure what I'd find, but this was not it. He was naked, the quilt covering only his legs. Ellie had taken off her bra, was on top of him, her bare breasts pressed into his chest, his hand was on her back. My eyes, unfortunately, went right to what was between them, his cock, swollen but only semi-erect, bigger and thicker like this than I was fully erect. 

"Talk about what?" I heard him ask her as I stood frozen in the doorway, the coffee in my hand.

"Just things," Ellie said, kissing him lightly. "Here he is."

Alex, her boss, looked over at me. While he was in bed, naked, my wife on top of him, I sensed his tension, like he didn't know if he was going to have to jump out of bed and flee or fight, like he didn't know if I was going to throw the mug at him. Ellie looked over at me and gave me a please, sweetie, look.

"I...I thought you might like coffee," I said, lowering my eyes, knowing it was a subtle sign of submission, ashamed of it.

I sensed him relax just slightly. "Thanks, just set it there," he said, looking at the end table, my end table.

"You wanted to talk?" he asked, looking at Ellie.

Ellie looked at me. "Sweetie..."

I looked at her, at Alex, then lowered my eyes again, cringing inwardly, knowing I did it again, deferred. "I just..." I paused, saw Ellie's eyes begging me to make things so they were not awkward. "I wanted to...to thank you."

"Thank me?" he asked, obviously not sure what I was thanking him for or how to take it, obviously conflicted going from a fight or flight response to hearing me thank him.

"For...for taking care of Ellie last night," I said.

As the words came out of my mouth, I saw his hand move down Ellie's back, trace over her thong, touch her bare ass. Ellie responded with a small moan, pressed her pelvis down onto his hardening cock.

"She's quite the woman," he said caressing her.

"We've always...well, he's always...had trouble...you know...doing it...long enough," Ellie said, "and we've talked about...having a man...help."

He looked at me. "Help?"

"H...help," I said, seeing Ellie's face again. "So I...I'm glad you could help, um..."

"Do the things he can't," Ellie said.

"We've talked about," I said, remembering what Ellie said, "about having a man...help...in the bedroom."

"Help with the things he can't do," Ellie said.

He looked at Ellie then at me then back at Ellie. "I'm your boss," he said.

"That's what makes you perfect," she said, kissing him deep and hard, rubbing her panties against his cock, "someone I respect, someone I trust."

When she came up for air, he looked at me. "And him?" he asked.

"I told you we've talked about it, having a man in our lives, having a man take care of things in the bedroom. Haven't we sweetie? Talked about a man help us." 

I could hear it in her voice, in her tone, the excitement, the subtle shaking, the sexual tension of his hard, thick cock pressed against her through her panties. "Yes," I swallowed.

He looked at me, a long, hard look, a challenging look. I held his gaze as long as I could, as long as I dared, maybe a second, maybe two, looked away. Again, an acknowledgment of his dominance, of my submission. 

"Thanks for trusting me with this," he said, "but just to be clear to both of you, I'm not the type of guy to be toyed with."

"Toyed with?" I asked, "meaning?"

"Meaning that if I'm going to take care of Ellie in the bedroom, I'm taking care of her on my terms, not yours." I watched as he slipped a hand down over her ass, over her panties, touching her, rubbing her. I watched her reaction, knew it wasn't just to his hand on her, but it was to his attitude as well, at his confident assertion of dominance.

"I...I assumed," I said.

"Meaning I take care of her in the bedroom when I want, how I want, now when you want or how you want. Meaning the bedroom is my domain, not yours, understand?"

His words were harsh, he was talking about my wife, but they were like an erotic shot to my animal core. "Yes...Sir," I said, not thinking about the title, just saying it, like it was natural.

"Ellie?"

My wife's eyes looked glazed, like the banter between her husband and her boss were having the same sexual effect on her as they were on me. "When...and...how...you...want...?" She panted.

"When and how I want, Ellie," he said. "I'm not your husband, I don't beg women for sex, I don't do nice things and hope. If you want me to take care of you in the bedroom, it's my way, not his, not yours." 

"Oh, god, Alex," she moaned. He thrust his hips, flipped her over onto her back, rested at her side. He kissed her, fondled her breast.

"If you want me to take care of you, these belong to me now," he said, pawing her breasts.

"Yes," she moaned.

I watched him slid his hand down her chest, down her stomach, onto the front of her panties. I watched as he circled his fingers over her pussy through her panties, watched her shake, moan. While he touched my wife, he looked at me. "If you want me to take care of her in the bedroom, this belongs to me now," he said.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

He smiled, motioned with his head. "Go then," he said, "I've got her now."

First image and inspiration from Cuckolding Books Library