The Billionaire's Cuckold (Cuckold fetish, Hotwife does the boss, Billionaire proposition, Alpha male erotica, Blowjob cum candy, Wife cheats with his boss, Sex for money)

Cuckolded by the boss and his hotwife--for a price! Bob finally gets an invite to his billionaire boss's exclusive party, only to face a shocking proposition. The boss wants to pay him to watch while his wife gets on her knees. If Bob can handle it without getting aroused, there's big money in it for him. He has no intention of agreeing, but his wife dives in anyway. Letting her service the billionaire proves a harder challenge than he ever dreamed, however, even when losing the deal not only means forfeiting the money, but watching while the boss gets all of her.

An erotic short featuring sex for money with the cuckold husband's boss, a hotwife getting on her knees, and hard, rough, unprotected sex with an alpha male billionaire.

Excerpt:

"What should I do first?" Carly asked.
Frank shushed her silently with a finger held to her red, glossy lips. His fingertips traced a soft, delicate path across Carly's cheek and down to her neck. Bob felt himself tense up seeing another man touch her that way. The ice in his glass clinked with the shaking of his hand.
Frank and glanced over at Bob and smiled. "Remember, Bob," he said. "Try to not enjoy this too much."
Bob's nostrils flared as he swallowed back a string of insults that would surely usher him into the unemployment line. Frank's hand was on Carly's shoulder now, and he pushed her down to her knees. Bob curled his free hand into a fist and inhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay in that chair. This was insane.
Carly was on her knees now, and Bob felt his head swim as she reached up and began to undo Frank's belt. Bob wanted to shout to his wife to stop, he wanted to grab her and just leave, but they were in this now. Bob watched helplessly as her dark red fingernails dragged across the expensive dress slacks that covered Frank's undeniable bulge. She undid the top button and began to slowly drag Frank's zipper down.
Bob couldn't be sure, but as he looked at Carly's face, she almost seemed to be into this. She wouldn't, would she? This was just to help his career and earn money she felt they deserved. It seemed like she was taking forever to pull that zipper down, each tiny interlaced link making Bob crazy as he watched. At last, his wife slipped her fingers into his now open pants to take Frank's cock out. It was not even half hard yet, and Bob could see that Frank's cock was way beyond his own. Even in its semi-flaccid state, it was thick and heavy, at least eight inches. The head was a pinkish knob that was already darkening and swelling right in front of Carly's pretty face.
Bob shifted uncomfortably in the big leather chair, his every move making the leather creak under his weight. Frank glanced up and met his stare. Bob held it while he tossed back another gulp of his drink, focusing on the burn as it traveled down his throat. Carly's delicate slender fingers wrapped around Frank's fattening shaft, and her eyes were wide like a kid who'd just been presented the world's biggest lollipop.
"Jesus," Bob muttered.
She squeezed slightly on the shaft, and her other hand trembled slightly as she freed Frank's large balls from his shorts. She cupped them, and now Frank grunted, his eyes fluttering briefly while his stiffy grew, sticking out closer to her lips. The bulbous mushroom cap had now darkened to a deep red.
"Are you okay over there, Bob?" Frank asked. "Enjoying the show so far?"
Bob slumped down in his seat and looked down at Carly. Frank pulled a piece of ice from his drink and lowered it to Carly's lips. She looked up at him, parting her lips while he rubbed the cube over them. She opened, and he tucked the ice into her mouth.
"Watch," Frank said with a smile. "This is one of my favorite parts."
Frank put his free hand on the back of Carly's head and pulled her forward. Carly's lips opened eagerly, and she took the massive, swollen head of Frank's cock into her hungry mouth. Frank groaned loudly as her lips and mouth, which must be chilled from the ice, engulfed his member.
Bob gripped the leather arm of the leather chair tightly as he took in the sight of that meat disappearing between her plump lips. Frank's moan shot through him, and he imagined how it must feel, a cool tongue on a hot, throbbing erection.