The Office Cuck

Larry had faithfully served at the firm since his college graduation, initially earmarked as a promising talent in the company and future high performer. However, after two decades had passed, Larry's professional trajectory had fizzled out, leaving him trapped in a dreary and unfulfilling middle management role. While he shouldered the burden of work for his more accomplished and upwardly mobile colleagues, resentment brewed within him. He yearned for change but lacked the audacity to step out of his comfort zone and pursue new opportunities.

Larry's stagnated career also took a toll on his wife, Suzy. When they had tied the knot, Suzy had envisioned a life filled with luxury that surpassed the limitations of Larry's still modest income. Her discontent seeped into her words, as she resorted to cruel comments and withdrew affection. Driven by her frustrations, Suzy had turned to drinking--not on a daily basis, but rather indulging excessively in social situations. Over the years, she had been unfaithful to Larry on several occasions, some of which he was painfully aware of, while many remained hidden from his knowledge. Larry attributed her infidelity to her drinking habits, and despite the lack of clarity regarding her desire for forgiveness, he always pardoned her transgressions.

Now, as December arrived, the firm's annual Christmas party loomed on the horizon. The event, hosted in the office, included modest decorations and a budget buffet complemented by a more generous allocation of alcohol. Larry despised this particular gathering, fully aware that there was a significant chance Suzy would overindulge and subject either herself or him to humiliation in front of his colleagues. Conversely, for Suzy, any social occasion offered a welcome respite from the monotony of her own unfulfilling job, lackluster marriage, and the demands of motherhood. She eagerly embraced the opportunity to partake in the festivities, using them as an escape from her mundane reality.

As they readied themselves for the party, Larry gently broached the idea of skipping the event and enjoying a quiet dinner together instead. However, Suzy made it abundantly clear that she wished to attend the party. In a feeble attempt, Larry softly suggested that she exercise moderation in her drinking, although he harbored more hope than expectation that she would comply.

Feeling a surge of offense at Larry's suggestion, Suzy retaliated by pointedly asking him if his "charming boss" would be present at the upcoming party. It was a seemingly innocent remark, carefully crafted to inflict maximum pain upon Larry. In his eyes, Larry's boss had ascended the corporate ladder with remarkable speed, relying solely on his charm rather than merit. Larry harbored an intense resentment towards his boss, considering him the primary obstacle to his own career advancement. To make matters worse, Larry couldn't shake his nagging suspicions that Suzy had engaged in an affair with his detested boss, though he lacked concrete evidence.

Suzy was well aware of Larry's well-founded suspicions, and she relished the opportunity to taunt him further, enjoying the power she held over him. While Suzy might have been involved in other indiscretions, she knew that the betrayal Larry would feel if she had indeed slept with the man he despised above all else would be far more devastating than any previous humiliation she had inflicted upon him.

An hour into the party, with three drinks already consumed, Suzy began to grow more gregarious. She shamelessly flirted with any of Larry's colleagues who gave her even the slightest attention and regaled the crowd with risqué jokes and bawdy stories that deeply embarrassed him. Larry could sense his colleagues whispering and exchanging glances, their conversations undoubtedly revolving around Suzy's behavior. However, she remained oblivious to their judgment, convinced that she was the life and soul of the party. With each subsequent drink, her extroversion intensified, painting an even more chaotic scene.

Larry made valiant attempts to curtail Suzy's alcohol consumption, but his three closest work peers--nearly fifteen years his junior--had taken a keen interest in her. They ensured her glass remained full, eagerly encouraging her to share more inappropriate jokes and stories. Unbeknownst to Larry, their motivations were fueled by a desire to witness Suzy's public embarrassment and to undermine him, viewing him as a dull and oppressive colleague.

Amidst the bustling and chaotic atmosphere of the party, Larry's boss approached him with a request. He asked Larry to embark on a seemingly menial task of fetching more ice from a convenience store located a couple of blocks away. Such petty assignments were a familiar form of humiliation inflicted upon Larry by his boss. However, on this occasion, Larry couldn't help but sense an ulterior motive behind his boss's demand. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was a deliberate ploy to separate him from Suzy, leaving her vulnerable to further mischief.

Filled with apprehension and concern about leaving Suzy alone, Larry mustered the courage to timidly ask if someone else could handle the errand. But his boss insisted, disregarding Larry's unease and leaving him no choice but to comply. Determined to return to Suzy's side as swiftly as possible, Larry hurried off towards the convenience store, his mind clouded with worries and suspicions.

As he arrived at the store, a wave of disappointment washed over him when he discovered it closed, adorned with a sign expressing condolences for a recent family bereavement. Larry's paranoia heightened, and he couldn't help but imagine that his boss had deliberately sent him on a fool's errand, fully aware that the store would be closed. His mind raced, convinced that this was yet another calculated move by his boss to get Suzy alone and continue the affair that he believed to be ongoing.

Left with no alternative, Larry pressed on to the next available store, racing against time. The minutes stretched into an agonizing hour, filled with mounting anxiety about what Suzy might have gotten herself into during his absence. His heart sank as he finally arrived back at the party, scanning the room for Suzy's presence, only to be met with a disheartening realization--she was nowhere to be found.

A sense of panic gripped Larry as he frantically searched through the partygoers, desperately hoping to locate his wayward wife. Concerned whispers and speculative glances intensified his distress, heightening the humiliating spectacle he had feared all along. Despite his best efforts, Larry had provided an opportunity for his boss to exploit the absence of his watchful presence, and now he was faced with the grim reality of Suzy's disappearance within the chaos of the Christmas party. In addition to Suzy's absence, Larry could also not see his boss amongst the revelers.

Larry's initial instinct led him to rush towards the rooftop terrace, a popular spot for those seeking a smoke. However, his frantic search proved fruitless as Suzy was nowhere to be seen. Realizing the urgency of the situation, he approached a female colleague and asked her to investigate the restroom, fearing that Suzy might be unwell and seeking solace there. But to his dismay, Suzy was not discovered in the bathroom either.

Larry's mounting anxiety became palpable as he noticed the curious stares and hushed conversations among his colleagues. The atmosphere seemed thick with a foreboding energy, reinforcing his belief that something significant had occurred in his absence--something that others were purposefully keeping hidden from him. Consumed by worry, he desperately sought out anyone who might provide information, his inquiries laden with an implicit understanding of the situation.

In a state of distress, Larry's frantic questioning extended to anyone who would spare him a moment's attention, desperately seeking clues about the whereabouts of both Suzy and his boss. The implications behind his inquiries were not lost on those around him. It was evident that he suspected a betrayal had taken place during his brief absence. Overwhelmed by his emotions, Larry's eyes locked with those of an older colleague who, with a subtle nod, directed his gaze towards the photocopying room.

The confirmation from his colleague, conveyed without words, further heightened Larry's turmoil. A mix of fear and anger coursed through his veins as he steeled himself for what he might find behind the door of the photocopying room. Bracing for the potential devastation that awaited him, he mustered the strength to take a deep breath before making his way towards the room, preparing himself for the truth that was about to be revealed.

A blend of apprehension and a growing sense of dread accompanied Larry as he neared the door to the photocopying room. Despite harboring a nagging suspicion about what he might encounter inside, he wasn't fully prepared for the overwhelming shock that awaited him. Even with a glimmer of expectation, it did little to dull the piercing intensity of the pain that gripped him when he finally turned the handle and pushed open the door, revealing the devastating scene that lay before his eyes.

His heart nearly shattered at the sight before him. Suzy, appeared to be heavily intoxicated, bent over the copy machine with her skirt hiked up and her underwear tangled around her ankle. Standing behind her was one of Larry's three younger colleagues, his own trousers and shorts pooled around his ankles, while the other two colleagues watched on from close distance. Even with Larry's arrival, the young man continued to vigorously fuck his wife, his rhythm barely disturbed by the interruption.

Suzy, in an attempt to appear sincere but clearly mocking Larry, spoke first. She claimed that the young men were merely teaching her how to use the photocopier. All four of them burst into boisterous laughter as Suzy and the young man carried on fucking, unfazed.

The contrast between Suzy's almost calm presence and Larry's tumultuous emotions became more pronounced with each passing moment. Her face remained untouched by the chaotic events taking place, seemingly impervious to the storm of emotions raging within Larry. Her serenity stood in stark juxtaposition to the rage, hurt, and confusion etched upon Larry's face.

As the young man intensified his forceful thrusting, driven by a desire to amplify Larry's distress, the image of Suzy's serene expression amidst the chaotic scene took on an even more ethereal quality. It was as if she transcended the physical realm, existing in a detached state, where tranquility coexisted with the intense physicality unfolding behind her. The juxtaposition between her unaffected countenance, the raw, almost violent aggression exhibited by the young man and Larry's bewilderment were stark

As the young man's thrusts grew increasingly chaotic and even performative, the atmosphere in the room became more raucous. Larry's colleagues, caught up in the spectacle, cheered and egged on the wild movements of their coworker. He repeatedly and forcefully slapped Suzy's ass, but despite the physical impact, Suzy's expression remained devoid of any visible reaction, her face maintaining its blank and detached demeanor.

Overwhelmed and desperate, Larry called out to Suzy, but his words fell on deaf ears. Instead, she instructed him to let the young man finish, as she still had two more of his colleagues to fuck. Utterly bewildered, with tears rolling down his face, Larry turned to leave the room, helpless and broken.

However, Suzy's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Stop crying, you're embarrassing yourself".

She reached for a piece of paper lying nearby and pressed her lips against it, leaving behind a perfectly defined lipstick kiss on the page. Handing it to Larry, she maintained eye contact with him while the young man continued to vigorously pound her from behind. Larry glanced down at the page and realized it was a photocopy of what he presumed to be Suzy's cunt and ass cheeks.

"Can you give that to your boss and let him know I will be waiting for him?" she asked, her words laden with a mix of audacity and loathing.