My Cuckquean Wife Wants Me to Sleep With Her Bully in Reverse World

I study Victoria's face, it's lined with genuine fear. Not of me, but of losing Sabrina, her star employee, her protégé.

"I don't know," I say honestly, shoving my hands into my pockets to stop myself from fidgeting. "Probably not. This is just..." I gesture vaguely between us, searching for words that won't make this whole situation sound even more deranged than it already is.

Victoria's shoulders slump slightly with relief, but her brow remains furrowed. She takes a hesitant step toward me, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Could you just... say we had sex?"

The request hangs in the air between us, bizarre and unexpected. I blink at her, trying to process what she's asking.

"You want me to lie to Sabrina?" I shake my head, taking an instinctive step backward. "I can't do that, Victoria. I don't lie to my wife."

Something shifts in Victoria's expression, respect, maybe, or perhaps just surprise. She reaches out, placing a warm hand on my shoulder, the touch gentle and oddly maternal.

"Of course," she says softly. "I'm sorry I insulted you earlier." Her fingers squeeze my shoulder with genuine remorse. "You're clearly a good husband."

The compliment lands like a stone in my stomach. At least she doesn't think I'm an asshole anymore.

Victoria pulls her hand away, smoothing her blouse with a nervous gesture. "I'd feel really bad about fucking one of my subordinates' husbands, though," she adds, as if trying to justify her refusal to herself as much as to me. "It would be unprofessional."

I run a hand through my hair, nervous I'm going to fail.

"Look, I honestly hate cheating too," I admit, my voice cracking slightly as I meet Victoria's gaze. "But it's what makes her the happiest."

Victoria glances nervously toward the door, her eyes darting between it and me. "We really shouldn't," she whispers, uncertainty lacing her voice. "People would hate me if we got caught."

I notice her gaze drifting back downward to my chest. Something clicks inside me, and I'm back into prostitute mode.

I think about Sabrina, imagining her panting beneath me, her blue eyes dark with desire. The thought sends blood rushing south immediately. Before I can second-guess myself, I cross the room and shut the door.

"Do you find me unattractive, Victoria?"

Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing. "God, no," she breathes.

I step closer, backing her against the wall with careful movements. Not threatening, but deliberate. She doesn't resist, just watches me with those wide gray eyes behind her glasses.

"My wife mentioned you're divorced, right?" I murmur, close enough now that she can probably smell my perfume that Sabrina picked out. "That must be really lonely."

Victoria swallows hard, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. I can read the hunger in her eyes now, unmistakable despite her professional demeanor. She wants this, wants me, but she's fighting it.

I take her hand gently and guide it downward, pressing her palm against the growing hardness beneath my dress pants. Her breath catches, but she doesn't pull away.

"Are you really sure you want to pass up the opportunity for no-strings sex with me?" I whisper, leaning closer until my lips nearly brush her ear. "If you say no, you'll never get a second chance."

She trembles slightly under my touch, her resistance crumbling. "This is insane," she whispers, but her hand presses more firmly against me.

"Sometimes insane is exactly what we need," I reply, my free hand finding the curve of her waist.

Victoria's resolve visibly crumbles. She exhales deeply, her shoulders slumping in surrender as her eyes lock with mine.

"Fine," she sighs, her voice a mixture of resignation and anticipation. "It's not like I don't want to have sex with you. I've thought about it more than I should admit."

Before I can respond, she steps away and moves purposefully toward the door. The soft click of the lock engaging sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. My heart hammers against my ribs as Victoria turns back to me, her professional demeanor suddenly transformed by something primal and hungry.

She walks to her desk while unbuttoning her slacks. The fabric slides down her thighs, revealing underwear that seems unexpectedly delicate for such a commanding woman. She hooks her thumbs under the elastic and pulls them down in one fluid motion.

Victoria places her palms flat on the polished surface of her desk, arching her back as she presents herself to me. Her ass is surprisingly taut and rounded, a stark contrast to her otherwise angular frame.

"Well?" she says, glancing over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Come on then."

I'm struck by the position she's chosen. In this world, women taking doggy style is considered slightly submissive, a concession of control that's rarely offered without significant trust. Yet even bent over her desk, Victoria somehow maintains her authority. There's nothing submissive in her posture, it's more like she's granting me a privilege, allowing me access rather than surrendering to me.

My hands tremble slightly as I unbuckle my belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet office. I push my pants and boxers down, my erection springing free, harder than I expected given the bizarreness of this situation. I step forward, positioning myself behind her, my cock brushing against her unexpectedly wet entrance.

"No condom?" Victoria asks, her voice surprisingly steady despite our position.

"Fuck, sorry," I mutter, freezing in place. My mind races, I didn't bring any protection, didn't think this would actually happen. Sabrina would be furious if I backed out now over something so trivial.

"No, you don't need one," Victoria says before I can figure out a solution. "It's fine."

"Wait," I pull back slightly, a moment of clarity cutting through my desire. "I don't want to accidentally get you pregnant."

Victoria stifles a laugh, the sound muffled against her arm. "You can't get me pregnant, Leo."

"Oh," I say, understanding dawning on me as I process what she means. Menopause. Right. "I understand."

I position myself again, gently guiding my cock to her entrance. As I push forward, I'm surprised by how wet she is, slick and ready with absolutely no resistance. We both moan in unison as I sink into her, the tight heat enveloping me completely.

"God," I gasp, my hands finding purchase on her hips. The sensation is overwhelming, her body welcoming me like we were made to fit together.

Victoria's back arches further, her fingers curling against the polished wood of her desk. "It's been so long," she whispers, her voice thick with need.

I begin to move slowly at first, savoring the slick drag of her inner walls against my length. Each thrust draws a soft gasp from her lips, the sounds sending electricity down my spine. Her body responds eagerly to mine, pushing back to meet my movements.

My mind flashes briefly to Sabrina, to her hungry expression when she suggested this encounter. The thought of her excitement, imagining her reaction when I tell her about this, makes me thrust harder, deeper.

"Yes," Victoria hisses, dropping her head between her shoulders. "Just like that."

The office fills with the sounds of our breathing, the subtle creak of the desk, the wet sounds of our bodies joining. I'm struck by insane this all is. Fucking my wife's boss bent over her desk at a company party, with dozens of colleagues just down the hall.

"You feel amazing," I murmur, meaning it despite the circumstances. Her body grips mine perfectly, hot and wet and eager.

Victoria reaches back, her hand finding mine on her hip. She guides it around to the front of her body, pressing my fingers against her clit. I take the hint immediately, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in rhythm with my thrusts.

"That's it," she breathes, her internal muscles clenching around me in response. "God, you're good at this."

My breathing quickens as I drive into her, a reckless thought forming in my lust-addled brain. Between deep thrusts, I manage to gasp out, "If I make this really good for you... would you consider giving Sabrina a promotion?"

Victoria's rhythm falters. "Shut up," she moans, her voice catching as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. She glances back at me, eyes narrowed but with amusement dancing in them. "This is already a favor for her. Don't push your luck."

There's no cruelty in her tone, she's clearly holding back more laughter, like I'm some adorable fool who just said something ridiculous. The look she gives me is almost maternal despite our compromising position.

Embarrassed but newly determined, I grip her hips tighter and increase my pace, pounding into her with renewed vigor. My orgasm builds at the base of my spine, coiling tight like a spring ready to release. I circle her clit faster, wanting to bring her over the edge before I lose control.

"Fuck, Leo," Victoria gasps, her inner walls beginning to flutter around me. "Right there, don't stop!"

The thought of reporting back to Sabrina, of telling her how I pleased her boss, pushes me dangerously close to the edge. I'm doing this for her, fulfilling her fantasy, being the good husband she deserves.

Victoria's body suddenly tenses beneath me, her back arching sharply as she cries out. The rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm around my cock is too much to resist. With a strangled groan, I thrust deep one final time and explode inside her, my vision blurring at the edges as pleasure crashes through me in overwhelming waves.

"Jesus Christ," I pant, collapsing forward slightly, my chest pressing against her back as we both struggle to catch our breath.

Victoria laughs softly beneath me, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "That was... unexpected," she murmurs, slowly straightening as I carefully withdraw.

As I slip out of Victoria, I'm hit with a visual that knocks the breath right out of me, pearly white cum trickling down her inner thigh, marking her like I'm some kind of animal. The sight sends a sickening lurch through my stomach, a hot wave of shame that feels horrifyingly familiar.

"Fuck," I whisper, watching the evidence of what we've just done slide down her leg in glistening rivulets.

Something primal and filthy about seeing her like this, her boss posture completely undermined by my seed leaking from her, triggers memories I've tried so hard to bury. Hotel rooms. Strange apartments. Women using my body then discarding me like trash. The rush of self-loathing is so intense I have to steady myself against the desk.

Victoria turns, catching my expression before I can mask it. She reaches for tissues from her desk, cleaning herself with brisk efficiency.

"You look sick," she says, her voice gentler than I expected. "Are you alright?"

I nod mechanically, pulling up my boxers and pants with trembling hands. "I'm fine."

My fingers fumble with my belt buckle. I'm a whore again. The thought cuts through me like a blade, sharp and merciless. Seven years of rebuilding my life, of being someone's husband instead of someone's toy, and here I am, fucking a stranger in an office while a party continues down the hall.

But then Sabrina's face floats into my mind, her blue eyes dark with desire when I tell her about this, her fingers digging into my thighs as she listens to every detail. The way she'll kiss me afterward, possessive and grateful and so goddamn turned on she'll barely be able to wait until we get home.

"It's worth it," I murmur, more to myself than Victoria.

"What was that?" Victoria asks, smoothing her hair back into place.

I look up, meeting her eyes with newfound resolve. "Nothing. Just... thinking about Sabrina."

Victoria's expression softens with understanding. "She's a lucky woman."

"Thanks."