Part 6

The office door creaked open, and Mike's head snapped up, his eyes meeting the gazes of the two young women, Emily and Sarah, who had been waiting patiently to finish the meeting. They were both in their early twenties, with fresh faces and eager smiles. Emily had her auburn hair tied back in a tight bun, while Sarah wore hers loose, her blonde locks cascading down her shoulders.

"Sorry about that," he apologised, his voice hoarse and strained. "My wife had an emergency."

Sarah, the blonde, tilted her head. "Is everything okay?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine. It was just... an unexpected surprise." He really tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace, feeling his own cum on himself, a sense of real shame.

Mike blushed, looking down at his desk. He had to get a grip on himself and had to get control of the situation.

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Mike's phone rang during his lunch.

"Hey, baby," Megan said. "Want to know what I did for lunch?"

Mike swallowed hard, his mouth dry, not sure he wanted to know, but he was compelled to. "Please?"

Megan teased, her voice sultry and knowing. "Leo suggested I buy him some steaks and some real fine wine. I stuck it on your card, and don't worry, I got you some scraps also, but not prime cuts like Leo."

"That's ok",

Mike said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel his cheeks burning, but also with a strange, excited rage. "What else?"

Megan giggled, and Mike could picture her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, for my lunch I swallowed Leo's cum. Do you like me swallowing another man's cum? But right before I left him alone in our house – he is the MAN of the house now – he had me open the front door and kneel down. the door was wide open."

Mike felt his cock twitch inside the tight panties.

"He handed me a cute little 'Mike O'Sullivan's wife' sticker, told me to put it on my top next to my cleavage, then he took out his big, fat cock, the one that you like so much, and he stroked it, getting it harder and longer. He slapped his big dick on my chin a few times, smacking my cheeks with it, leaving a trail of pre-cum on me. "Lick it, bitch," he growled. "Lick it like the good little cheating whore you are."

Mike pictured the scene being depicted by his once trophy, loyal, elegant wife, right down to a handwritten name tag on her top.

"I stuck out my tongue and licked his cock, tasting him. He made me kneel on our welcome mat; he was inside the threshold of our home, and I was outside, my back to the street and on my knees. Then he began to beat his meat over and over; I watched it grow, thicken, and lengthen." Megan's voice was like velvet, her words carefree.

"Oh baby, I have a slight confession: when he came all over my face, I didn't blink. He loved that, but to be honest, it's only because of the loads he had pumped into me over and over; I didn't think he had anything left in the tank, but boy did he ever.

He came hard, like a fucking fire hose. I could feel his hot cum painting my cheeks, my forehead, my lips, and even my nose a bit."

Mike's breath hitched. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, the image of Megan, his once faithful obedient wife, kneeling on their welcome mat, her face coated in cum, playing on a loop in his mind. His cock straining in the constraints, his plug still humming away, "Then ?"

"Well, then I got up and went to the car. I drove all over to get all the errands done and stopped at the butchers..." Megan told him.

"Wait, did you do that with ALL his jizz, you know, all over your face?" Mike asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, baby, no," Megan giggled.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

"I mean, a lot of his cum was dripping off my face by that point, running down my neck; it was everywhere. Most people gave me weird looks, but I just smiled and waved like nothing was up. I even think I had some in my hair."

Megan giggled. "I couldn't get it all out, so I just put my hair up in a bun; worst case, it allowed people to see my face better."

Mike felt a wave of humiliation and arousal crash over him. He could picture his wife, his beautiful wife, driving around town with Leo's cum dripping from her face. He could imagine the looks she must have gotten, the disgust and the lust. He could imagine the way she must have smiled, so confident and so defiant, people reading the nametag and knowing she was indeed his wife.

"Are you home now?" Mike asked.

"Yes, silly. I just got back as quick as I could; Leo is already fucking me. You should see me, Mike. I'm a fucking mess," Megan giggled. "My hair's a tangled mess, my makeup is smeared, and I've got Leo's cum all over my tits."

Mike was silent.

"Just hurry home; you have steaks to cook."

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Mike pulled into the drive, squirming uncomfortably in the underwear and the plug in his ass. As he did, he saw a man come into his drive behind him, a sheet of paper in his hand as he visibly read out an address. The man was short and tubby, very tubby, balding and stubbled.

"Hello," Mike asked, knowing full well a man dressed like this would never be in this neighbourhood.

"Hi, I'm looking for the O'Sullivan house," the man said, his voice nasally and annoying.

"Why?" Mike asked, still irritated by his attire and the foreign object inside him.

"Uhh, yeah, I'm looking to party with Megan Pleasures," the man said, shifting uncomfortably.

Mike's eyebrows furrowed, his suspicion growing. "Party? Megan Pleasures?"

The man's eyes darted around, avoiding Mike's gaze. "Uh, sorry. I must have the wrong... I knew it was too good to be true." He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Mike heard from the house.

The man hesitated, and both he and Mike turned around.

Megan came out of the house, large clear platform stilettos on, making her hurried walk a little unsteady; the four eyes on her widened, her little black sheer robe not hiding the sexiest lingerie Mike had ever seen. His wife looked amazing, cheap but amazing.

Mike's mouth opened, but no words emerged. He felt panicked as his wife, dressed in attire suited to seedy dreams, began to teeter towards them. Mike's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her approach, her assets bouncing, her toned body on show, his mind racing with a thousand worries that he couldn't seem to articulate, never mind protest. The man standing beside him, a stranger whose presence had not been forgotten in the face of this sudden, surreal spectacle. Instead, he seemed to be taking in her full appearance, his eyes all over her.

"Hi, Darling," Megan said to Mike as she brushed past him, her hand extended towards the man.

"I'm Megan Pleasures; I assume you're BIGBULL6969?"

The man's eyes widened as he looked her up and down as he shook her hand. "Holy shit, you're even hotter in person than in your pics," he said, his voice barely concealing his arousal.

Megan giggled, a sound that dripped with sexual confidence. "Thank you, sweetheart. Leo said you were coming."

The man nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Megan's body.

"Pictures?" Mike said as he watched his wife lead the man, BIGBULL6969, up towards his house.

"Yeah, Leo set up my profile; it was so kind of him. Don't worry; Leo left instructions for you, Mike," Megan said before turning her attention back to her guest. "So did you find us ok?"

Mike followed them inside.