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  Cuckolded!

  Taken By My Husband’s Bully

  By Hayden Archer

  Copyright 2014 Hayden Archer

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  First digital edition electronically published by Hayden Archer, November 2014

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  Chapter 1: Bad Day at Work

  “How was work today honey?”

  Keith sighed and set his fork and knife down. I knew something was up. And I also knew it was going to be a supreme pain in the ass trying to draw it out of him.

  “It was okay,” he said.

  I reached out placed my hand over his. He had such smooth hands. Such a stark contrast to my dad and brothers growing up, always out in the garage working on a car or doing some sort of handyman projects around the house.

  But Keith was always at a computer. Making good money for us, to be sure, so it’s not like I was knocking it.

  “You can tell me what’s wrong honey,” I said.

  He sighed again. “It’s that prick Duane at work.”

  I closed my eyes and nodded in sympathy. Duane. I’d heard all about Duane ever since he got promoted. Duane also worked in the accounting department, and it’s not like he was my husband’s boss or superior in any way, but he seemed to take special delight in pawning things off on Keith. In making him as miserable as possible at work.

  “What did he do this time?” I asked.

  “It’s nothing,” Keith said.

  “No, really honey, I want to know.”

  Keith sighed again, and I wondered if I really did want to know. This was probably the most inconsolable my husband had been coming home from work in weeks, and he’d been pretty damn inconsolable since he started his new position. The money was nice, but I wasn’t sure that I liked the toll the stress was taking on him.

  “He stopped by my cube today and saw a picture of you,” Keith said.

  I raised an eyebrow. “What’s so bad about that?”

  “It’s not that he saw a picture of you. It’s what he said when he saw that picture of you. He was saying nasty things about you. Things that made me want to beat the crap out of him right in the middle of the office.

  “What was he saying?” I whispered.

  Keith rolled his eyes. “He was saying things about how you were way too hot for me. About how you needed a real man. Things like you probably weren’t satisfied with me and my pencil dick.”

  I let out a breath. “That asshole!”

  And yet. I hated to say this, but there was a part of me that agreed, at least a little, with what Duane had to say even though he’d never seen me before in his life. I loved Keith and he was a great husband who provided for us, but I had to admit that his cock was a little lower than average. A little to the left on the the cock size bell curve. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, he worked overtime to make sure I was still satisfied and did a great job of it, but lately with all the stress from his job our lovemaking had a tapered off. It was frustrating since my libido was still right up there, still needed to be satisfied, and my husband had nights when he couldn’t even get it up because he was so tired and stressed from work.

  I smiled at Keith.

  “I think I know what we need Keith. We need to go out and blow off some stress.”

  Keith looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

  “How about we go out to the bars, have a few drinks, and then come home and see what happens?”

  Keith immediately brightened, a smile spreading across his face. “That sounds like a great idea Sadie! Why don’t we go down to a bar I know right by work? I know some of the old crew will be there. It’d be fun to see them and catch up.”

  I shrugged. “Sure!”

  I hoped that would help settle him down. I knew how much he enjoyed working with his old team before he got promoted. Maybe that would help relieve some of the stress he was dealing with. And maybe if he was less stressed he’d be able to perform later, if you catch my drift. I was getting turned on just thinking about it!

  “Do you want to change?” Keith asked.

  I glanced down at my outfit. I wore a button up shirt that was fairly conservative when all the buttons were done up. Which was exactly how I wore it at the office. It became decidedly less conservative when the buttons were undone, though, which is exactly what I did as soon as I got home and walked through the door where my husband would see me. As it was a generous amount of cleavage spilled out.

  I had on one of my sexiest skirts that was just long enough to skirt any pesky dress code rules at work but tight enough that it let everyone know there was one hell of a package underneath the skirt. A thong completed that package, though no one at the office knew about that.

  Perfect for an after work sort of bar.

  I shrugged. “Let’s just go like this! It’ll be fun.”

  Chapter 2: The Bar

  We stepped through the door to Keith’s “little work bar” and I was immediately assaulted with the sound of a pounding bass beat that ran through my body and set my teeth to chattering. I looked to Keith and raised an eyebrow.

  “This is a quiet bar near your office?”

  Keith looked around, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. “I guess they cater to a different crowd on Friday nights,” he said.

  “Whatever,” I said. “Let’s find your friends.”

  Keith scanned the bar and smiled. He took my hand and we made our way across the bar, through a sea of bodies pressed tightly together. It looked like it was mostly a mix of the singles crowd from the offices in the area. I didn’t feel quite so out of place in my work clothes since the female crowd seemed to be entirely younger women about my age who were unattached and out looking for a little fun for the weekend with their own work clothes that had been slutted up just a little bit.

  I glanced over and smiled. It looked like Keith was also noticing some of the young office hotties, which was fine by me. That just meant he’d take some of that energy and pour it into our bed later.

  A crowd of guys I vaguely recognized smiled and greeted us as we made our way to a booth in the corner. Keith seemed happy enough as they patted him on the back, but then he turned towards the dance floor and froze, his eyes going wide and his mouth working silently.

  I turned and followed his gaze, but there were so many people in the press of bodies out there that I couldn’t tell exactly what he was looking at. I turned to him.

  “What’s wrong honey?”

  “Duane,” he said.

  I followed his gaze again, and this time I’m pretty sure I had a good idea of what he was looking at. It was impossible to miss the guy.

  As my eyes ran up and down this Duane I suddenly realized why my husband had said he only thought about beating the shit out of him earlier when he was saying those things about me. The guy was huge! He stood at least a head taller than the next tallest guy on the dance floor, and he towered over all the women. At that moment he had some a petite brunette rubbing her ass up against his cock.

  The man was a towering chocolat
e god on the dance floor. Cocky, sure of himself, and confident.

  He had broad shoulders, impossibly huge arms that looked like tree trunks, legs that also fit the tree trunk analogy, and... I gasped. The brunette grinding against him pulled away for just a second, and in that brief glimpse through the bright lighting illuminating the dance floor I saw that his arms and legs weren’t the only thing on him that could be compared to a tree trunk. I felt my nipples harden and a rush of wetness hit my pussy. I forced myself to turn away.

  Damn was that man a fine chocolate specimen of muscle, but I shouldn’t be thinking those things. I shouldn’t be thinking those things especially about the man who was making my husband completely miserable at work on a daily basis!

  “We can leave honey,” I said.

  Keith stared out at the dance floor for a moment, and then he shook his head.

  “No,” he said. “I’m not going to let that asshole chase me away from a night with friends.”

  “Whatever you want honey,” I said.

  So we sat at the booth and ordered a few beers. Then a few more. Then more. It was getting to the point that I was starting to worry we might have to call a cab to make it back to the house. I was definitely feeling too buzzed to get behind the wheel of a car, and I knew Keith couldn’t hold his liquor.

  Keith seemed to be relaxing though, the booze seemed to be helping, but I couldn’t help but notice how he kept glancing out to the dance floor. To Duane who was a powerhouse out there. He seemed to have a new girl grinding against him with every song, and it’s not like I could blame those girls. If I saw that chocolate stud, if I got a glimpse of what he was packing between his legs, I’d be up against him as well. And he seemed to know he was cock of the walk with the way he was constantly motioning to another girl, just expecting them to come to him.

  I sighed. He was an asshole, but he really was that hot. Then I shook my head. What was I thinking?

  Although watching him out there with that steady stream of women did you give me an idea. A risky idea, but one that I thought would allow me and Keith to get a little revenge against this asshole and show him he wasn’t everything he thought he was.

  I leaned in towards Keith and grinned. “Do you trust me honey?”

  He glanced at me and then followed my gaze out towards the dance floor. He raised an eyebrow.

  “Of course I trust you baby,” he said. “What’s going on?”

  “I want to teach that asshole a lesson,” I said. “I want to show him that not every girl in the room wants to be all over him.”

  From the look on his face Keith didn’t think the plan was as brilliant as I did.

  “Are you sure? He’ll recognize you from the picture,” Keith said.

  “Nonsense,” I replied. “I’m not that memorable, he only glanced at the picture, and it’s a dark club. He’ll have no idea who I am and we’ll get a little revenge on him. Show him he can’t have me no matter what he says!”

  Keith brightened up, a smile returning to his face for the first time in a while.

  “Yeah! That sounds like fun. Are you going to give him in the old cock tease and then leave him hanging?”

  I grinned. “You’ve got the idea!”

  I gave Keith a pat on the thigh, and that pat turned into something a little more intimate as I ran my hand up his leg towards his cock. It was rock hard, solid in a way I hadn’t felt in some time. I wondered if it was the prospect of me going out and the teaching that asshole bully a lesson that I had to thank for this miraculous rise.

  Or maybe it was something else? But no, that was impossible. I couldn’t see why my husband would be turned on by the idea of me going out and dancing with that asshole.

  I smiled and gave Keith a quick peck on the lips, and then I was making my way out onto the dance floor. Everybody at our booth was so busy talking with one another that they didn’t even notice me leaving. Only when I glanced over my shoulder I could see Keith’s eyes following me into the crowd.

  Chapter 3: Losing Control

  I was going to have to play this cool. I was going to have to use every bit of the seductive arts I’d learned back in college before I became a happily married woman. Luckily I’d been very good at the game before I decided to settle down.

  I took up position in the crowd close to Duane, close enough that he could see me but not so close that it looked like I was inviting him to dance with me. The whole point of this was to avoid feeding the asshole’s ego. It wouldn’t do for me to go straight up to him.

  I allowed the music, the beat, to flow over me as I started dancing. I do realize that I’m blowing my own horn here, but I was damn proud of the way my body looked. I worked out almost every day, and I made sure I was in damn good shape. Especially compared to some of the office drones on the dance floor right now who had an obvious case of secretary butt.

  I figured it would only be a matter of time before I drew his attention. A cocky asshole like that couldn’t leave a hot piece of ass like me alone on the dance floor for too long. It would be too much of a blow to his massive ego if I didn’t come over to him and he didn’t try to fix the situation by making a move.

  I smiled as I heard a deep voice rumble behind me. I couldn’t see him, but I figured that deep voice could only belong to the massive black stud who made my husband so miserable.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before,” the voice said.

  I turned around and my mouth opened involuntarily. I couldn’t help it. If I thought he looked massive when I was watching him from the safety of our booth, well that was nothing compared to how he looked up close and personal. He towered over me, his muscles rippling under his button up shirt, and when I glanced down I could see that it definitely wasn’t the light playing tricks on me when I thought I saw a massive cock resting under his pants from across the room.

  I wasn’t far off when I said it looked like he had a tree trunk in his pants. At the very least he was sporting a good sized tree branch, and the thing looked like it ran almost all the way down his thigh.

  Still, no matter how impressive he was I had to remember that I was a woman on a mission. Crush his ego, make him feel like the piece of shit he was. Get out and fuck the living daylights out of my husband because I was getting so fucking turned on!

  “If you want to get with me then you’re going to have to come up with a way better line than that buddy,” I said.

  And with the first shots fired in our little war, though he didn’t even know he was in a battle yet, I disappeared back into the crowd. I didn’t even bother to wait and get a good look at his face when I turned him down. I could imagine it well enough. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who was accustomed to rejection, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he made another move.

  Sure enough I was playing his ego like a fiddle, because a moment later I heard that same deep voice in my ear.

  “That wasn’t very nice baby girl,” he said.

  I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled.

  “I never claimed I was a good girl,” I said.

  “Oh I bet you can get really naughty,” he said.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  And with that I was back into the crowd again. Like I said, I wasn’t going to make it easy for this asshole. That’s what he was used to, and I needed to make sure he was good and intrigued by my hard to get routine. I had him on the line, and now it was only a matter of reeling him in.

  The next time he approached me I felt massive hands move around my stomach, pulling me towards his body. My eyes widened and I would’ve been pissed off at how forward he was being if it wasn’t so incredibly hot feeling those massive hands on my stomach. And…

  Oh fuck. Looking at that cock was one thing, but feeling it pressed against my ass, feeling it rubbing up and down my body, was another thing entirely. He was massive in a way I’d never imagined before. His cock felt so huge that I wondered how he managed to walk around with t
hat thing in between his legs.

  “You didn’t even give me a chance to show you how nice I could be baby girl,” he said.

  If he was getting desperate enough that he was pulling me against that cock I figured I had him well and truly on the line. I wondered how many times that had worked with other women playing hard to get, women who didn’t want to seem like they were making it too easy.

  Okay, so he was on the line. Time to play along. I wheeled to face him.

  “You’re liable to get slapped coming up on a woman like that, you know,” I said.

  Duane smiled, his perfect white teeth a sharp contrast to his dark lips and even darker skin. “Hasn’t happened yet.”

  “My, aren’t we cocky?”

  He put his arms around me, or more specifically he wrapped his massive hands around my waist. Those things were large enough that he was practically encircling my petite body even without bringing his massive arms into the equation.

  “So are we going to dance baby girl?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Sure, I guess we could.”

  He grinned and pulled me forward, running one of those hands that had been at my waist around to cup my ass. I gasped and I felt my pussy betraying me, felt wetness in my panties as his massive hand made contact with my ass. One of his hands was enough to completely cup an ass cheek, nothing like what I was used to with Keith. And his hands had a rough quality to them, as though he didn’t just spend all of his time in the office. I wondered what it was he did with his free time.

  Other than finding poor, petite, defenseless white girls to bang on a Friday night after a long day at the office.

  He leaned down so that his lips were mere inches away from my ear. Close enough that I could hear a whisper, at least a whisper from his a deep rumbling voice, even over the sound of the music.

  “You like playing hard to get, but it isn’t going to work,” he said. “It never does.”

  I wanted to slap him, to tell him he was an overconfident asshole, but he pulled away before I could do anything. I also felt a flush rising in my cheeks, because there was a part of me that knew he was right. There was a part of my body that was screaming out for more contact with his rock hard body, a part of my body that wanted nothing more than to feel that massive cock sliding inside my pussy.