Cuckolded By My Boss & Wife Part 5 (Patreon)

          Peter settled into his chair, his heart racing with a strange mix of guilt and curiosity. The chastity belt, tight and unyielding around him, served as a constant reminder of the control Victoria had over him. He felt a pang of embarrassment even sitting down to explore what had been nagging at him for days—the teasing, the dominance, the way she laughed and joked with Richard right in front of him.

            Hesitantly, Peter typed open relationships into the search bar, swallowing hard as the screen filled with articles and personal accounts. The words blurred as his eyes flicked over phrases like trust building and exploring boundaries. His cheeks flushed when he saw the term cuckolding. He hesitated for a moment before clicking on it, his fingers trembling slightly.

            As he read, a wave of heat surged through him. The stories were raw and honest, detailing how men willingly surrendered control, how jealousy mixed with desire, creating a unique dynamic of love and vulnerability. Peter shifted uncomfortably, the chastity belt digging into him as he felt his arousal grow. He couldn't believe what he was feeling.

           Why is this turning me on? he thought, his face burning with shame. Every word he read seemed to fan the flame of his arousal, yet he couldn't escape the overwhelming confusion and embarrassment. He imagined Victoria's smirk, the way she confidently teased him about Richard, and how she seemed to glow when she held all the power.

            Am I... enjoying this? The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—discomfort, arousal, confusion. He couldn’t believe that the very thought of Victoria being with someone else could elicit such an intense response.

           His cheeks burned with humiliation as he stood, the chastity belt now feeling impossibly restrictive. What’s happening to me? he thought, running a hand through his hair as he headed upstairs.

           His embarrassment only deepened as he replayed his thoughts, unable to shake the fact that, despite his confusion, a part of him had been undeniably turned on.

           Victoria slipped into bed, the cool sheets brushing against her bare skin as she settled against the pillows. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, her body tingling as she unlocked her phone. She opened her messages, her lips curling into a sly smile as her fingers hovered over Richard’s name.

            Thoughts of their teasing exchanges earlier played in her mind, and a surge of excitement coursed through her. She typed out a playful message, her cheeks flushed with warmth, imagining how he’d respond. Every tap on the screen sent a thrill through her, making her feel alive and dangerously exhilarated.

Victoria: Tonight’s the night, Richard. I hope you’re ready... Peter’s about to face his big test. 💋

Richard: Oh, I’m more than ready. Question is, do you think he’s prepared for what’s coming? 😏

Victoria: Let’s just say he thinks he is... but I have a feeling he’s in for a surprise. 🥂

Richard: Sounds like you’ve got a few tricks up your sleeve. Care to share a hint? Or are you keeping me in suspense? 😅

Victoria: Hmm... let’s just say tonight could be the start of something... bigger. For all of us. 😈

Richard: Bigger, huh? I like the sound of that. Should I bring anything special, or just show up ready to lead the charge? 😎

Victoria: Just bring your confidence—and maybe that sly smile of yours. I’ll handle the rest. Oh, and Richard... make sure to savour every moment tonight. It’s going to be unforgettable. 💄

Richard: Now you’ve got me counting the hours. Let’s make it a night he’ll never forget. 😏

           Peter lay back against the soft pillows, his arms and legs spread wide across the bed. The cuffs, expertly secured by Victoria, held him in place—his wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts, leaving him completely exposed. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but the vulnerability of the situation had him on edge. His body betrayed him, his heart racing as he wondered how this all had gotten so tangled.

            Victoria stood at the foot of the bed, looking at him with a gleam in her eye. Her robe, a dark silk that barely clung to her body, flowed elegantly as she moved closer. She stood just out of reach, enjoying the view of him restrained beneath her.

“Comfortable?” she asked, her voice dripping with teasing sweetness.

           Peter, trying to maintain his composure, raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not exactly in control of the situation, am I?”

           “Oh, no,” she replied with a soft laugh. “You’re very much at my mercy right now.” She leaned down, her fingers grazing across his chest lightly, watching his muscles tense under the delicate touch.

I think it’s time we get ready for out little test, don’t you?

          Victoria began to massaged Peter’s nipples until they became erect. She then attached vibrating nipple clamps to his nipples and turned them on which caused Peter to gasp from the pain of the clamps and the pleasure of the vibrations.

         Next, she approached him with an inflatable butt plug. She lubed the tip of it and began to work it into Peter’s ass. She gave the pump a few squeezes before turning the vibrator on.

         Peter’s cock began to strain against the confines of the chastity belt. The vibrating plug against his prostate and the vibrating clamps had his cock fully erect within the chastity belt.

         Finally, Victoria placed a massager around Peter’s balls which began to pulse and vibrate around his balls causing him intense pleasure.

         He was so close to cumming inside the chastity belt, but couldn’t get over the edge. He was in a state of maddening horniness. He tried to pull against the cuffs, but he couldn’t move his arms or legs.

         Peter heard a knock on the front door downstairs and Victoria left with a smirk on her face.

         Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Victoria steps in, followed by Richard, who halts for a moment before breaking into a wide grin.

“Right where I left you,” Victoria says smugly, her tone laced with amusement.

        Peter’s face burns even hotter as he sees Richard enter the room with a smirk on his face.

        Victoria smirks as she continues, “I thought it’d be fun to share the view. Richard has such a sharp eye for...details.”

           Richard leans against the doorframe, taking in the scene with a grin that only grows wider. “Well, I’ve got to say, Peter, this was not what I expected. I figured you’d be at home in sweatpants, not...well, this.” He waves a hand toward Peter, his amusement barely contained.

           Peter tugs at the bindings, his mortification palpable. “This is so humiliating. Richard, you’re my boss! Can we please just pretend this isn’t happening?”

           “Oh no,” Richard says, stepping closer with mock seriousness. “We’re not pretending. This is too good. You know, Peter, I always suspected there wasn’t much going on under those work clothes, and here we are: no muscle, no definition. You look like you haven’t so much as lifted a stapler in your life.”

           Richard smirks, letting his gaze linger. “And that waist—practically model thin. Honestly, you’d be better suited for Victoria’s yoga class than the office.” He pauses dramatically, then tilts his head with a sly grin. “And, well...let’s not ignore the elephant—or should I say the lack of one—in the room. Victoria wasn’t lying when she said she ordered an extra small chastity cage for Peter”

Victoria giggles as she takes in Richard’s confidence and Peter’s humiliation.

          But Richard presses on, clearly enjoying Peter’s mortification. “Seriously, Peter, I think I’ve seen cocktail weenies with more presence. It’s like your body just gave up halfway through.”

Peter groans, his face burning so red it almost glows.

           Victoria laughs, shaking her head as she pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down. “He’s not wrong, you know. You’ve got this whole ‘delicate and helpless’ vibe going. It’s kind of adorable.”

          “Adorable?” Peter mutters, tugging uselessly at the bindings. “This cannot be happening.”

           “Don’t worry, Peter,” Richard says with mock reassurance, patting Peter’s ankle. “Your secret’s safe with me. But honestly, this is going to stick with me for a while.”

          Peter groans again, burying his face in his shoulder as much as the bindings allow. “This is my nightmare.”

           “Nightmare?” Victoria teases, leaning over him with a mischievous smile. “You’re living a dream—our dream, anyway.” She flicks his nose playfully. “Now stop squirming. It is time for your test.”

            Richard chuckles, stepping back with an amused shake of his head. “You know, Peter, this whole damsel-in-distress look really works for you. Maybe next time, bring a little more to the table—or at least to the bed.”

          Victoria smirks, crossing her legs as she stands there smirking “And in the meantime, we’ll just enjoy the show.”

          Victoria smiled, clearly savouring the power she had in the situation. She leaned closer to Peter, her lips brushing the side of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Oh, Peter, you’ve got it all wrong. You enjoy this too,” she teased, her fingers lightly caressing his skin.

           Richard moved closer, watching their interaction with amusement. He placed a hand lightly on Victoria’s waist, pulling her a fraction closer to him, his fingers trailing over her robe. Their closeness made the air feel heavier, thick with the unspoken connection between them.

           Peter couldn’t help but notice the intimate moment, his heart rate quickening. He couldn’t deny that there was something oddly magnetic about the way they moved together, the way they seemed in sync.

           Victoria, noticing his gaze, smiled knowingly. “I think you’re enjoying this,” she said, her voice playful. “You like it when we get close to each other, don’t you?”

           Peter’s face flushed slightly, and he tried to avert his eyes, but the tension was palpable. “I don’t know what you mean.”

          “Oh, you do,” Richard interjected with a grin. “Every time we share a moment, a glance, or a touch, you watch us, Peter. You enjoy watching us together.”

          Richard moved over and flicked the vibrating nipple clamps attached to Peter’s chest, smirking as he observed Peter’s reaction. “That butt plug looks snug,” he remarked, giving it a few deliberate pumps that sent shivers through Peter’s body and elicited a muffled moan.

          With a slow, deliberate motion, Richard cupped Peter’s balls, turning up the massager attached to them. “Small, aren’t they?” he teased, his tone dripping with mockery.

          Peter’s face flushed with shame as his boss toyed with the devices attached to him, each degrading comment making his humiliation more acute. The dual sensations of the vibrating toys and Richard’s dominance overwhelmed him, leaving him utterly powerless and exposed.

          Victoria’s fingers paused on his chest, teasing the edge of his collarbone. “You like seeing Richard and me like this, don’t you? When we’re this close… when we spend time together. It gets to you, doesn’t it?”

Peter swallowed, trying to find his voice. “It’s not like that…”

          “Isn’t it?” Richard challenged, moving slightly closer to Victoria, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. “You seem to watch us every time we share a touch, a look.”

          Victoria nodded, a soft smile curling at the corners of her lips. She leaned in toward Richard, her cheek brushing his, her fingers now tracing slow circles on Peter’s chest as she spoke. “You can’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on. We know you like the tension when we’re together. It’s impossible not to see how you react when Richard and I are close.”

           Peter’s pulse quickened at the words. He knew they were teasing him, but there was a part of him that couldn’t deny the truth of it. The way Richard and Victoria moved together, the way they touched—it felt charged, electric. And, for some reason, it made his restraint feel even more intense.

           Richard leaned in to whisper in Victoria’s ear, his lips brushing against her skin. “Do you think he’s ready for his test? He’s been pretty quiet. It’s almost like he wants us to get closer, isn’t it?”

Victoria’s laughter was soft, but knowing. “Oh, I think he is ready”

         Richard led Victoria over to a chair in the room. Without saying a word, she lowered herself into his lap, settling comfortably against him, her body close to his. Richard wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers brushing against her skin just enough to make her shiver. Their eyes locked for a moment, sharing an unspoken understanding.

          Victoria smiled before addressing Peter; We’ll be keeping a close eye on your chastity cage, Peter. If the precum starts flowing, it’ll be proof of how turned on you are by Richard and me—and a sign that deep down, you want to embrace being our cuckold."

       Peter moaned as Victoria pressed some buttons on her phone and the vibration of the nipple clamps, butt plug and massager around his balls intensified.

          Richard and Victoria exchanged a look, their shared teasing banter only heightening the tension. Richard’s hand slid further down Victoria’s back, their closeness almost palpable now. “You know, Peter,” Richard said, his voice low, “it’s not just about us teasing you. It’s about you seeing us... together. And you love it.”

         Victoria’s fingers lingered on Richard's skin, now intentionally slow, as she traced along his collarbone. “We both know it turns you on to watch us like this,” she said with a wicked smile.

          Peter swallowed again, his body betraying his calm façade. The air between them crackled with flirtation, with playfulness, and something deeper, something Peter couldn’t ignore. As much as he tried to resist, he was starting to realize that he was as much a part of their game as they were.

        Slowly Victoria leaned forward and began to kiss Richard who kissed her back.

            Peter, still lying on the bed, felt the weight of their attention. There was something electric in the air as Richard leaned in slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “You know,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “it’s always fun when you get close like this.”

             Victoria raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh? You think I like being close to you?” she teased, her hands resting lightly on Richard’s chest as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his neck.

            Richard’s hands moved to the small of her back, drawing her even closer, their proximity causing the tension in the room to grow. “I know you do,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I can feel it every time you’re near.”

           Victoria smirked, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Is that so?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

           Peter lay still on the bed, unable to look away. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of them. The way Richard’s hands moved possessively over Victoria’s body, the way she responded, teasing him with each touch—it was intoxicating, and Peter couldn’t deny the pull of it.

           As if sensing his gaze, Victoria turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. A slow, teasing smile spread across her face. “Are you enjoying the show, Peter?” she asked, her voice light but laden with amusement.

           Peter’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t sure how to answer, but he couldn’t look away from them. He felt precujm piling out of the chastity cage due to the vibrations and sexual tension between Richard and Victoria.

           Richard chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss Victoria again. Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, the kind that spoke volumes without words. As they kissed, their hands explored each other, the air between them charged with undeniable chemistry.

         Peter shifted slightly on the bed, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He couldn't help but feel the heat building inside him as he watched them, every movement, every touch making the tension in his body worse.

         Victoria broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, her lips still hovering near Richard’s. She glanced at Peter again, her eyes dark with playful intent. “You know, Peter,” she said, her voice almost a purr, “you look so... comfortable over there.” Her smile widened as she ran a finger down Richard's chest. “We can both see the evidence pooling out of the chastity cage”

           Richard’s hand moved up to her neck, pulling her back into a deep kiss, their bodies melding together as if they were a single entity. The kiss deepened, their chemistry undeniable, and Peter couldn’t help but feel the growing frustration at being so far removed from them.

           Victoria finally pulled away from Richard and leaned back in his lap, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of their kiss. She turned her head toward Peter once more, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe you’re more into watching than you want to admit,” she teased, her voice low and full of playful challenge as the chastity cage practically squirted out precum.

           Peter exhaled sharply, his body betraying him with a flush of heat, and he couldn’t hide the way his eyes lingered on them. There was no denying it. The tension, the chemistry, the way they moved together—it stirred something deep within him.

           Richard smiled, his gaze flicking to Peter before returning to Victoria. “I think he likes the show,” he said, his voice light but with a hint of challenge.

           Victoria smirked, her lips just a breath away from Richard’s. “I think its time for Peter to embrace his role as out cuckold.”