I love being a cuck part 4

If you stare fixedly at the abyss, the abyss gazes back at Nietzsche. I didn't find a better phrase to start this chapter than one that's already here because it's where my wife's true transformation begins. Friday at work, I barely saw my wife; she spent most of the day locked in my boss's office and when I finished the day, she sent me a message telling me to leave because she had many tasks to attend to and was arriving late. I went home. A couple of hours passed before she arrived; she didn't say anything, just went to take a bath and go to sleep. The next day was Saturday, when I woke up, she wasn't there anymore. She left a note in the kitchen: I didn't want to wake you up, I love you. It was late at night when she arrived with several shopping bags. Hello, love. Are you still awake? If so, I've been waiting for you. Don't worry, my lover brought me in his car. Sorry, he insisted on me saying that. She got into the room and closed the door. Messages came to my phone, but this time they weren't from my wife.
Your wife is all one slut, she wouldn't let go of my cock, boss? Yes, if it's me, I think it's incredible that all this was your idea. I couldn't believe my boss knew everything. Thanks for handing me over to a slut of that caliber, she's a total professional. Did she tell you? I made her phone hack and saw all her messages. You'll see the situation got a bit strange, so I took precautions, never expecting something like this. Wait, your wife sent me something, I'm sending it to you so you can see the caliber of slut that's your wife. I screwed her three times today and made her take my orgasm, told her not to tell you about it. I'm sure she'll tell you. Ask her. See you on Monday and you'll tell me if she said anything or not. I couldn't stay with the doubt, so I went upstairs and asked how she was doing, she said she took me to do some shopping and model some bathing suits, and they didn't have sex? No love, no wanted it, I already have sleep, I'm going to bed until tomorrow, I love you. She fell asleep and turned over. On Sunday, she acted like nothing happened but messages were coming in and when I asked if they were from the boss, she evaded the question. Monday came and we went to work, she was wearing a metallic pink dress, looking like an authentic slut.When I arrived immediately, I went to my boss's office and my wife was still in the office after a while. I received a message: Come see me. And if I did, I didn't see my wife anywhere and never saw her leave. She started talking: I have an important meeting outside the city and I'm afraid your wife will have to accompany me since she has many responsibilities as my assistant, right? If so, how many days would it be? They'll be 3 days, we leave on Thursday and return on Monday. Of course, I'll give your wife a generous bonus. Well, if it's for work, that's fine. Tell her to come see me when you see her. If clear, when I see her, I'll tell her. I saw her smile when she said that. She sent me a message while leaving. Even swallowed my cum while we talked. She told something about Saturday. No. Now it's not your wife anymore, it's my personal slut, understand? The 3 days are to go and fuck at the beach and I'll make another man come on her, do you like the idea of another man coming on your wife? If not, I didn't know how far my horns could take. I propose a deal: Your wife is now my slut and will do everything I say, but I'll give you a little pity and tell you everything we do with your wife, even send you photos and videos, and I'll give you a raise and a branch change, what do you think? Accept or not? I'm offering this only because I gave away your delicious wife. Okay, I accept. You won't regret it, cuck hahahha. And if my wife arrived late and left before me all week, my boss would still send me photos of her and everything they did, and when I asked, he wouldn't respond or evade the question. The day of the trip came, I took her to the airport, and her boss was already waiting for her, smiling at me. Two days had passed, it was Saturday when I received the first messages: Your wife is a professional slut, she left me dry and incredible no matter what she does.





Tomorrow will be your big debut, friend. Today I made him flirt with a group of foreigners, and they accepted the invitation. Wish my wife good luck tomorrow, she's going to need it. I sent a message to my wife: 'Hello love, how are you doing? Fine love, bored many meetings haven't had time for sex with my boss. If love is fine, good luck love. And why good luck? I don't know, I just thought you needed it. Thanks love. Sunday was almost the same, nothing until night when the messages arrived.












Friend, your wife is an authentic slut. She left us all dry, she behaved like a high-quality slut. I couldn't believe it and the worst part is that I couldn't help but masturbate until I was dry. The next day I would arrive and wouldn't know what to say or how to react when I see her. End of chapter