Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 03

{Michelle and my Coworkers- part three. Cuckold haters avoid this at all cost, you will H A T E it, not my fault if you read it anyway and bitch}

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I knew the day had to come. Monday, the first day of work after Friday night's incredible events with Michelle and two of my coworkers. Michelle and I barely talked on the weekend, we were both emotionally and physically exhausted. She slept most of the weekend away and I could hardly blame her, the way she was used on Friday night. We both knew what today would mean for me, however. Humiliation. It was inherent in this particular game. We both knew that part of the excitement of the game was going to be my embarrassment at having to face up to the fact that I'd have to see the two guys who had their way with my girlfriend. She'd have to worry about her own shame and embarrassment at knowing how they used her, and how they'd no doubt continue to, for the time being.

I was surprised to see Michelle up early, Monday. She had cooked me breakfast. Since she follows me around whenever I move for my job she doesn't work outside the home. She considers it her job to cook and clean, which suits me, I suck at both of them. I did not expect breakfast on this morning, however. She was wearing a see-through nightie and it took everything I had to resist touching her. We'd had an agreement after Friday that she needed a couple days to recover so I wasn't to start anything. After all, she'd already planned giving Josh her ass on Tuesday and then doing god knows what with Drake, the bouncer, on Wednesday night. She'd need all her stamina back for those, I knew.

Not a word was spoken until I reached the door. She kissed me on my cheek perfunctorily, then added, "say hi to Josh and James for me," she smiled wickedly. I felt my stomach churning already. This was not going to be easy.

I quickly walked past as many people as I could on my way to the office. I didn't want to run into anyone. I was hoping that the few people I saw that I knew weren't whispering to each other about me as I passed. I was going to hold out as long as I could. I stayed out of sight, though I saw both Josh and James pass my office. I pretended to be buried in work.

Michelle texted me, "so, have you talked to the guys yet?"

I could tell she was chuckling. She was teasing me as only she knew how. "Not yet." I replied tersely.

It was Josh who poked his head in my office first. "So, DJ....nice party, man. I had SO much fucking fun," he smiled with a cocky grin.

I knew he had fun, I'd heard all about it. He didn't know that I knew, so he was basically taunting me behind my back. "Fucking fun," I knew he meant that literally, he had fucking fun, fun fucking Michelle.

"Time for the staff meeting, dude. You don't want to be late, then everyone will talk about you."

That fucker, I was pretty sure that he already had. Michelle had warned me, since Josh and James were best friends and they'd both had her, no doubt they'd compared notes. And, knowing how they have bragged about their conquests previously, no doubt they'd done so again, if they'd had the chance. Begrudgingly, I walked to the meeting. I heard them laughing as I approached. Everyone stopped talking when I arrived, it was uncomfortable, for me at least. Josh and James were smiling. The boss was droning on about something and I was trying to avoid the gazes of anyone, especially Josh and James. I did sneak some furtive glances around though and each and every time my gaze was met with a return gaze. I felt like I was on trial. I tried to pass it off as paranoia, even though I knew that with at least the two culprits, it was all true.

I saw Josh show James his cellphone. James could barely contain himself, he put his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter so as to not alert the boss. I was wondering if he was seeing the pictures of her sucking Josh's cock, or her getting fucked, or, worst case scenario, the video of her spreading her ass cheeks for him and promising an ass fucking. I nearly sprinted out of the room after the meeting.

The rest of the morning I began to notice more and more how much people were staring at me through the window of my office. We have maybe a dozen people on staff, all men and I was now pretty sure that Josh had shared with them at least some of what he'd done to Michelle. I cringed every time I thought of all of them seeing the video of her promising to let him fuck her ass. That thought kept invading my thoughts as I saw their eyes watching me.

Finally, I thought, fuck it. They don't know that I'm aware of anything. Who cares what they think? I'm not a limp dicked cuckold, even Michelle knows that. We just do things like this to make the sex between us incredible. I shouldn't let other guys ruin it. Even though the humiliation was part of the game, I had to be the one to make it a positive and not let it ruin things. Ok, so she humiliated me by putting me in this situation. I know that she has her own humiliation to face. I smiled at that thought. "Oh, she'll get hers," I thought as I smiled as Josh passed. He gave me an odd look as if it surprised him that I was smiling.

I was surprised at how quickly she had to face her own demons. It was just before lunch. I was actually thinking of popping in at home, though I was debating whether or not I wanted her to rub it in my face more than it already was. I needn't have bothered. I got a text from her.

"Hon, um, James texted me," she typed.

"About what?" I replied.

"He wants me to meet him..."

"For what?" I asked, though I pretty much knew.

"He said he wants more of the same, or...DJ's just down the hall...." she wrote.

"So he's basically threatening to tell me if you don't meet?"

"Yes," she replied. "I'm going to meet him."

"I know," I typed as I sighed. She'd already told me, she'd agreed to tell me first, but I was not to say no. She was just letting me know she was going to do it. We don't mess with each other's rules and desires. I knew that one of her permanent rules for all our games was how she was always going to treat her lovers. She put it this way, "when I'm with someone, having sex with them. I want them to have it like you would have it. I want to be theirs, at least at that moment. I want them the complete freedom of having me as their own. I'm not going to ever do it half assed. I'm going to give everyone that has me my best. It was all just another part of the game we'd placed ourselves firmly into.

"He wants to come here," she wrote. "But I told him you sometimes come home for lunch. So he told me a better place. I gotta go!"

"Where?" I typed but there was no response.

This wasn't like her. She'd normally have said where so that I could know what was going on and could visualize it better for when we got together after and had our own dalliance. I should've known she had thought of that.

It was noon, I saw James walk past my office, I swear he was smirking. I had an inkling. I covertly followed him. I watched him walk down the hall to the stairway and out the back, where our employee parking is. I stayed in the stairwell and watched him through the glass from the second floor. He was headed to his car. I saw him get in and pull his car to the far part of the lot, away from other cars.

Then I saw Michelle pull up in her car. She parked right next to him. I saw her get out and look around. It looked like she had on just a short robe, maybe still the nightie, or just a sun dress. There wasn't much of it. I saw her walk around to the passenger side of his car. I saw her look around one last time. She must've just been making sure, or summoning some courage. I think I saw her sigh, or I might have just imagined it. But, suddenly she pulled the dress over her head. She was nude. She dropped it on the ground as she got in his car.

Then it hit me. She was just following my rules. If she was going to suck cock she was going to have to do it nude. Fuck, I'd made that rule and now she was throwing it in my face. She was going to be naked, sucking James off in the very lot of the place I work. I wonder if she was as embarrassed and horny as I was at that moment. I was guessing she was, knowing how much she loves sucking cock.

Suddenly, I saw Josh walk past my office, headed towards me. I started to go down the stairs and I waited for him to walk past me. He never did. I crept back upstairs. I looked through the crack of the door. He was in the conference room. It had a better vantage point to the back lot. "Fuck," I thought, "why didn't I think of that?" It was just as well, I'd have had no explanation for why I was there and he'd have suspected I knew what was going on. I watched him for a few moments before ducking out of the stairway and behind a partition, across from the conference room.

He was watching. Intently, it seemed. I wanted to watch too, so badly. But, I wouldn't have seen anything from the stairway and Josh had the only good view now. He was watching. He was watching his best friend get pleasured by my nude girlfriend. It seemed like an eternity but in fact it was probably just ten minutes but I saw Josh turn around and walk out. I hid behind the partition until he passed. I raced to the conference room and looked out. James was already out of the car and heading back. Michelle was still in the passenger seat of is car. I could see her head, and I could see that she was topless. The rest was hidden by the car seat. I wanted to watch her get out, because her dress or nightie was still on the ground outside her door but I couldn't risk it. James would be walking past any second. Reluctantly, I raced back to my office.

I'd already received a text, "wow, that was a mouthful!" she wrote with obvious glee.

"You bitch," I texted back.

"Hush, you love it," she wrote. "Did you see any of it?"

"Not really. I saw you take off your dress and get in, Josh actually got a better view of you from the conference room."

"He did? Heee..." she typed. "I told you those two would be in cahoots with each other!"

"You did," I wrote.

"It was kind of fucking hot being "blackmailed" into having to do it," she wrote. "It felt even dirtier that way. I'm so wet right now."

"I'm hot too," I said. "Can you handle me later?"

"I'd love to," she wrote, "but tomorrow Josh gets me, then the day after, Drake....don't worry, we'll think of something."

"Fuck," I texted, nearly panting.

"You'll love the denial, it'll only make it better," she said hopefully.

She was right, she was always right.

James abruptly interrupted our conversation by bursting into my office. "So, how was your lunch?" He asked, smiling condescendingly.

"I didn't have time to get out," I said, trying to recall my high school drama acting lessons.

He just smirked. "You need to get out more, dude. I had fast food, it was fanTAStic."

I acted like I had no idea what he meant. "That's cool," I said. I was glad he turned and left because I didn't want him to see my blush at his inference to Michelle's cock sucking abilities.

I spent the whole dinner with Michelle watching her text back and forth to both of them.

"I'm sorry honey," she said. "I can't help it, they just keep texting me," she said with dripping sweetness, no doubt to torment me further.

"You could just not answer," I said in exasperation.

"You'd want me to ignore my lovers when it was your own idea to get them involved like this?"

It wasn't worth discussing, we both knew we were in this for the long haul. "What are they saying?" I asked. I at least wanted to be included. She was always good at doing that for me.

"Hee hee....James keeps saying how much he loves my mouth on his cock. He's saying he might want "nooners" all the time."

"I'll bet, how are you answering him?"

"There's only so much of me," she giggled. "I am trying to keep it all doable. I just told him that he needed to remember I'm in a relationship and that I'll do everything I can to take care of him, he just needs to be patient sometimes."

"Is that working?" I wondered.

"Yes," she chuckled. "He said he knows I have plans tomorrow so he can wait until Wednesday."

"But Wednesday night is Drake..." I said.

"True, but he's just getting head, I can do that any old day," she smiled.

"Why does he just want your mouth?" I wondered.

"He said he has someone he is dating regularly and he feels that fucking is cheating but blowjobs are ok," she laughed. "Hey, I'm not going to argue his ethics, I'm just going to suck his cock."

"Well actually, that's good," I said. "You've gotten in so deep so quickly that it could all get out of hand."

"I know," she said. "I wonder if I'd like it getting out of hand," she said wistfully. "Still, it's going quite fast enough as it is."

"Fuck," I said as I remembered. "Josh is fucking your ass tomorrow, I can't fucking believe that."

"I know," she hissed. "That is so fucking awesome, that thought, I've been wet since Friday every time I think about it. Do you know we've never kissed? His cock has been in my mouth and my pussy.....and soon my ass.....and we've never shared a kiss? That is so fucking dirty."

"I know. Hey, I like that thought. Don' t kiss him."

"What?"

"Don't kiss him, at least not until after he's fucked your ass. Then, you can always know that you let some guy have all your holes without ever dating you, or even kissing you." " Ohhh," she sighed. "That's hot. I'll do it."

"So what's the plan for tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'm supposed to meet him at 11pm Trapper's again. I'm not sure what's after that, besides him reaming my ass," she giggled.

"Are you going to do it behind the bar again? What if Drake is there, what if he sees you again. Wouldn't that be weird?"

"Yeah, fuck, I hadn't thought of that," she said with hesitation. Suddenly, something hit her. "Oooo, I have an idea."

She wouldn't tell me what it was. No matter how I tried coaxing it out of her she wouldn't budge. She just kept saying, "you are going to like this one."

I told her I was thinking of calling in sick on Tuesday, I just didn't like the thought of facing Josh all day, knowing he was going to get inside my girlfriend's perfect ass. She smiled. "You know, that just might work. Yes, I think it will. Trust me, just do what I tell you when the time comes and you will not be disappointed."

I could only agree, once her mind was set on anything sexual, it was going to occur anyway, I was just along for the ride.

The next day was nearly unbearable, even at home. Michelle didn't bother dressing. She did everything nude, she cooked, she vacuumed, she did the dishes, totally naked. I could only watch uncomfortably each time she'd pass. I'd watch that ass sway so beautifully, her tits bouncing with each stride. Michelle is tiny. She's about 5'0". For a small woman her tits are large, firm and round, they are so perfect they almost look fake. She's got a thin waist. Normally, guys would call her a spinner. Her ass, though is round, meaty, but tight. She looks like one of those cartoon or anime women who have overly perfect features. I guess it's like she's got big girl tits and ass, just a short girls height and waist. Perfect. Especially her ass. That perfect ass that some jerk off from my job is going to be working over soon. It was almost painful. My cock twitched every time I saw her. I knew that's why she was teasing so much. She wanted me in this state.

She left at 7pm to go to her spa. She was going to get all prettied up, just for him. Manicure, pedicure, facial, massage, the whole works. I was paying for it. She just smirked as she left with a wad of cash I just gave her. "Thanks! I think he's really going to like it."

Of course he was going to like it. You can't have Michelle and not fucking love it. I tried to rest. I figured it might be a long night, like it was Friday. I hoped she remembered I worked in the morning, then I realized she knew, but probably didn't care. Well, she cared, but would love using that as just another way to torment me.

She texted me at 10pm. "Stopping by Johnnie's on the Lake for a wine."

"Do you want me to join you?" I asked.

"Nope, just hang on, I've got plans for you. Be ready."

"Ok," I said helplessly.

At ten minutes until 11, just ten minutes before she was supposed to meet Josh I got a message.

At first it was a picture of her, taken by someone at the bar. She was holding a wine. I know how she likes a drink or two of wine before sex, it disinhibits her further, if that's even possible. She was wearing a silky white blouse, very light, tied at the ribcage to show her glorious stomach. Her tits were spilling out the top, as she'd undone one too many buttons. She was wearing her black, stretch yoga pants. "Wow. " That was the word to describe her. I've seen her in those pants many times, if she doesn't wear underwear you can see through the outline everything she has. I could already tell she wasn't wearing a bra, but fuck, I knew she wasn't going to be needing it.

"Take your car and park it down the street, at the end," she instructed. "Then go home and turn off all the lights but the porch lights."

"Ok, why?"

"Tsk tsk," she said, shushing me. "You'll find out. You'll need to stay out of sight."

"Fuck," I thought. I remembered that I'd told her that she shouldn't do anything in our house. It was only because I thought the man she'd bring might be reluctant or uncomfortable with her if he thought I was anywhere around. It was as if she could read my thoughts."

"Don't worry Mr. man," she wrote. "I'm not breaking any rules, you'll see. Just stay OUT OF SIGHT," she texted in caps for emphasis.

I did as I was told. I parked in the dark at the end of the street. I walked back. I was a warm night but I found myself shivering, no doubt from the adrenaline rush. I sat in my armchair in the dark and waited. I was surprised. It was just 11:15 when I saw a car pull up. It was Josh's. I didn't see Michelle's car coming. The car stayed running with the lights out for minutes before I crept upstairs to get a better look. From the dark bathroom I peered out carefully. I saw Josh clearly. He was in the driver's seat. His head was thrown back. His pants were unzipped, his cock was out. Michelle was softly bobbing her head up and down on it. The porch light illuminated everything beautifully. I'm sure she knew that, which is why she'd instructed me so.

Still, I couldn't believe she was here, at our house, and planning on getting ass fucked by this creep. "How is this not breaking the rule of not bringing them into our home?"

I kicked myself for being irritated at such a silly rule, anyway.

I should've known she was smarter than me. I watched her give him glorious head for a long time. I wondered how he didn't just blow, as good as she is. But, I knew she must have been hesitating, squeezing him every so often so that it prolonged things. Then, it was time. She got out of the car. He followed immediately. I crept back downstairs, to hide in the closet in the den if I had to. They didn't come in. I heard their voices, they were in back, on the patio. Again, the porch lights illuminated them for me. I snuck closer. I heard their voices.

"So he's not going to be here?" Josh asked, with obvious concern.

"I told you, he took the day off so he could visit his brother. He lives an hour away," she lied seductively.

"Are you sure? What if he leaves early?"

"He never does. But, I'll tell you what, let me text him. "

I ran to get my phone so it wouldn't make noise when the text came. She showed him the text. "Hi hon, are you still at John's? I miss you!"

I knew what she wanted. I answered, "yes babe, I'm still here, I won't be home until about 1am. I'll text when I leave, I love you!"