The Boss’ Baby - Part 13 Dinner

I was sucking and licking every part of his cock. Head, shaft, balls, the space between, and the space underneath. Anything to see if I could get a hint of a taste of my wife’s pussy on his dick. I felt like a dog sniffing for contraband.

Amy had just left. She had taken me to the bathroom to change my diaper on the floor.

Ironically in the same spot Stephanie the secretary does. She spoonfed me mushy peas and carrots. Then squeezed the front of my diaper, kissed me on the cheek and said “Have a good day! Tonight’s gonna be a big night!”

Shortly after, I was resuming my daily duty of blowing Charles. It was the most paranoid I've ever been while giving him a blowjob. What if I taste some of her juices? What if she’s actually fucking him?!

I continued to slurp and suck. Not tasting anything other than the slightly salty, fleshy meat of his big black cock.

“Something wrong?” He asks. As if my sour face is any different than the other times I suck his dick.

He continues to smirk at me, as if knowing the internal struggle I'm facing.

“Did you fuck her?” I say. More aggressively than I thought possible. “Did you fuck my wife?”

He smiles down at me for a long while in silence. Obviously taking pleasure in the fact that every second makes my insides churn in anticipation.

He chuckled and didn’t say anything else. Just pushed my head back down on his dick and made me continue sucking.

******

When I got home Amy already had something going in the kitchen. The sizzling sound and aroma got me hungry for a meal other than mushy peas and carrots, but then I remembered who all that cooking was for.

Amy was sauntering through the kitchen, sashaying her hips as she whistled a bouncy tune. I hadn’t seen her this excited to be cooking dinner in years.

“Oh hi honey!” she said when she saw me, sauntering over and pecking me on the cheek. “How was the rest of your day?”

Well I sucked off my boss to try to see if I could taste you on his dick was probably not the best way to answer. Still, I was sure they had been up to something in the office before I came in.

She was already dressed in a short, sexy mini dress. With a skirt that furled out in the breeze of her strutting back and forth through the kitchen. Her makeup and hair were flawless and her red lipstick stained the side of the wine glass she was sipping.

“Do you need me to change your diaper before Charles gets here?” she asked nonchalantly. Like she was asking a simple question like if I grabbed the mail today. Not even bothering to turn away from the stove to look at me.

I wriggled in my moist diaper. “Umm...yes I do...” I said.

She smacked her lips and sighed. Turning around to squeeze between my legs in an annoyed fashion. As if I were interrupting her cooking show for an inconvenience.

“You’re barely even wet...” she said, rolling her eyes as she flipped me around. Peeking with a finger into the back of my pants “and you don’t even have poo poo! What the fuck would you need a change for?!” she asked. Scoffing and returning to her work.

“Now go set the table! Charles will be here any minute!”

******

The doorbell rang about an hour later. Amy jumped at the sound and her expression changed from concentration of getting the centerpiece just right, to sheer joy as she realized who was at the door.

“He’s here!” she smiled. Darting past me and rushing to the door.

“Oh hi Charles!” she said when she opened it, barely containing the excitement in her voice.

Charles was grinning from ear to ear on the front porch behind a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “Hello Amy! These are for you!”

Her face turned deep red as she smiled in glee and sniffed the flowers. They leaned in to kiss...each other on each cheek. But my heart plummeted at that moment. They almost looked like a romantic couple that had to physically restrain themselves from kissing on the lips out of habit. Or was that just my paranoia?

“Tom, how are you this evening?” Charles asked as he shook my hand with a firm grip. His smile never leaving his face as he looked down on me like the wicked superior he was.

“Dinner smells fantastic!” he said. Shifting his gaze back to Amy who couldn’t seem to decide what to do with her feet as she shifted back and forth frantically.

“Thank you!” she said, finding a vase to put the flowers in as Charles sat down at the head of the table, usually my spot, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care.

I sat catty-corner to him as Amy came in with three plates of Filet mignon. She put the plates down in front of each of us and I noticed mine had the steak already cut up into tiny little bites. As if for a 3 year old to eat. I expected her to sit right next to me, furthest from Charles. But instead she sat across from me, also catty-corner to Charles.

“Oh! I forgot! Can I get you anything to drink, Charles?” she asked as soon as she sat down, “That was so rude of me i’m sorry i--” but Charles stopped her as she made to get back up.

“That’s okay Amy!” He said smiling, “Tom will get it.”

Who the fuck was this guy? Coming into my house and ordering me around? Who the fuck do you think you are? I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I was too scared of what he might do to me in front of Amy if I disobeyed. I almost even muttered out ‘yes sir’ as I snaked out of the table and went to grab the bottle of wine.

When I came back they were already chatting. Amy laughing hysterically and practically ignoring me as I filled her wine glass and then Charles’.

“Ummm! Not for you!” Amy said through laughter as I went to pour my own glass. “Yours is already in the fridge!” she smirked.

I sighed as I went to the fridge and, sure enough, there was a glass of wine already poured and waiting inside. Not in an actual wine glass, mind you. Instead it was sitting inside of a much shorter, clear hard plastic cup. It looked like a sippy cup with the top removed.

I flushed in shame as I headed back to the table, where Charles and Amy were still talking as if I weren’t even around. Amy was leaning on her elbow in his direction, barely even sparing me so much as a glance as I sat down.

“...so then I said: ‘Tom! That’s not the Beuterman file! You need to be a ‘Better man’ about this!” Charles chuckled at his own pun and Amy laughed exaggeratedly.

“Hahaha yes well, Tom could really do with being a much better man sometimes!” she chided, finally sparing me a snide glance.

I didn’t say anything. Just stared down at my plate. Taking an undersized bite of steak and sipping my wine through my little plastic cup. Which I suddenly realized wasn’t even wine, it was just grape juice. She smirked at the face I made expectantly. She was babying me in front of Him without deliberately doing so.

“Hahaha well he has his faults but he can be good for...some things...” Charles said, winking at me as he sipped his actual wine. It was like each were in on their own inside joke with me. Thinking neither was the wiser. Charles knowing i’m his personal office slut and Amy knowing i’m her personal baby. Well, Charles knew it all, but Amy didn’t. Unless…he told her?

They continued chatting and laughing and practically flirting right in front of me like I wasn’t even there. I could feel the anger building inside me. The one i’d bottled up over the past few days at the idea of them fucking each other behind my back.

“Are you two sleeping together?!” I blurted out before I could contain it.

They both stopped mid-laugh. Amy’s fork clanked against the plate. They both stared blankly for a second, then glanced at each other.

Amy hesitated for words. Stuttering and stammering a bit. I felt like the answer was what I expected.

“No.” Charles finally said.

It caught me off guard. I was so sure of it. I…

“B-but then...who were you with last night?” I asked Amy.

“I told you, Tommy.” Amy said, flipping through her phone, “I was with my girlfriends. Callie, Courtney and Renee”

She showed me her phone and started flipping through pictures of her and the girls at various clubs in the same dress she wore last night.

Charles’ look of confusion seemed to confirm that he had no idea what I was talking about.

“I...b-but...i thought...”

“Honestly, I'd be lying if I hadn’t thought about it.” Amy said. Nodding at my plate with the cut up food and sippy cup of juice as if that told me everything I needed to know without her deliberately having to say I'm not exactly turned on by all your diapers I've been changing recently. “But I would never cheat on my husband.” She said definitively.

That was when Charles let out the most evil, wicked laugh I'd ever heard him use. He sounded like a movie villain.

“Hahaha that’s funny!” He said, continuing to guffaw. “Because I don’t think Tom here shares those same values as you do, Amy...”

It was like he had punched me in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe. My life literally depended on what his next words would be.

“Because you see...Tom has been cheating on you all along, Amy.” He said.

Amy’s expression changed. She looked back and forth from me to Him frantically. “Wh-what? What do you mean?! It couldn’t be! He couldn’t have...he he’s...”

“Locked in chastity?” He finished. Amy’s jaw dropped.

Charles laughed again. “Yes, how would I know that? Hmm?” He was grinning from ear to ear as he grabbed his briefcase and set it on the table. Unfastening the clips, opening it up, and pulling out a manila folder. I thought my heart might beat out of my chest.

“About 2 months ago we found several hits to our work servers coming from Tom’s IP address for pornographic material. ‘Sissy sucks cock’, ‘sissy cumshots’ and ‘sissy cuckold’ all being searched most frequently.”

Charles pulled a list of all the terms I’d used to search (in what I thought was incognito mode) on my work computer. Each one more incriminating than the last. Amy’s eyes and mouth widened as she read through them all.

“So I called Tom into my office, and spoke with him about the pornographic content.” He looked at me and smiled, “That's when Tom first came onto me.”

“That’s not true I—”

“Quiet!” Amy barked. Glaring at me. Her face was flushed. She turned back to Charles for more, as if his word were more trustworthy than mine.

Charles pulled several photos of me in lingerie out of the folder. Laying them out on the table for Amy to see. “He tried to use these to seduce me...” he lied. In reality, those pictures came days later after Charles had started blackmailing me. But there was nothing I could say to make Amy believe that.

“I’ll admit,” Charles explained, “that I was a weak, lonely man at the time.” He said, shaking his head. He even made it look like he was wiping away a tear! “So I hesitate to show you these next pictures...”

There, in a full page photograph, was me on my knees, Charles’ cock filling my mouth. Then another one of me smiling (reluctantly, for fear of getting spanked) with a load of his cum on my face.

Amy burst into tears.

“Amy it’s not true! I didn’t like it! He made me! Please!!” I tried to beg. But the look of betrayal in her eyes was paramount.

“Unfortunately,” Charles continued, “Tom couldn’t be satiated by just me...” and he showed her more photos from the folder showing me sucking off Dave from IT.

“He even tried hitting on my Secretary Stephanie.” Charles said, “even went so far as to ask her to diaper him. She sent me this video...”

He clicked his phone and a video played. All i could hear was my pathetic voice saying “Please Stephanie...will you please change my diapurr?!”

Amy looked shocked. “S-so...that’s why he was wearing diapers that day. Not because he wanted me to have a ‘baby’. Because he wanted people to treat him like one for his own perverted needs!!”

“Eventually he became so insatiable” Charles went on, as he showed a video of me begging Stephanie to let me cum in my poopy diaper “that Stephanie suggested he get a chastity device”

“And he made me think it was his idea!” Amy’s tears were dried now. This weird, fucked up story was all making sense in her head. Even if it was...mostly...untrue. Her betrayed brain made her believe it to be so.

“Oh come on honey!” I exclaimed, “are you really gonna believe this shit?!”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!” Charles roared. His tone and volume startled Amy and I both. More so me, because I knew when the lion was angry it was hard to put back in its cage. “You will NOT speak to her like that!” He growled.

What little resolve I had was quickly deflated. I was left cowering and crinkling in my chair as Charles stood up.

“Bend over!” He commanded.

“N-n-no please! I’m sorry I—“

But he had already grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and forced me over the table. It was like we were back in his office and he was bending me over his desk. Only this time it was in my own dining room right in front of my wife.

I expected her to come to my aid. To put a stop to all this madness. But instead her face was aghast in awe. It was like she was mesmerized by the power Charles had over me, and she wasn’t about to step in between.

“Drop ‘em.” Charles demanded as he removed his belt. I begged and pleaded as I fumbled with my own.

“P-p-p-please don't do this! I’m s-s-sorry s-sir!! I’m sorry!!” I must have looked so pathetic. Blubbering like a baby as I dropped my pants to my ankles and exposed my large, now soaking wet, diaper.

Amy gasped as the first lash of the belt hit my thighs. Not in fear, mind you, but a gasp of admiration. Was...was she turned on by all of this?

I tried not to squeal as the leather strap pelted my backside but I couldn’t help it. Charles was doing his best to show Amy what a pathetic baby I'd become. And it was working perfectly.

Swat after stinging swat blistered my legs until it finally stopped. I was relieved. My tears were making puddles on the pictures of me in lingerie littering the table. I made to stand up, but Charles pushed me back down. Apparently he wasn’t done.

I felt the bavk of the diaper being ripped away, and the soggy padding plopped to the floor with a dull thud. My bare ass was now exposed. A white canvas for Charles to paint red like my legs below.

“A-amy!” I sobbed. “Help me...please...” It was my last-ditch effort.

But she just sat there in front of me. Smirking. Her arms crossed. “What?” She asked mockingly, picking up Charles’ phone and playing another video, “isn’t this what you wanted?!”

And she laid the phone down in front of my face. So I could watch myself humping the floor of the bathroom saying “thank you for letting me cum Miss Stephanie! I made pee pee and poo poos in my diaper just for you!!” While the first lash of the belt lit up my ass cheeks.

******

After the little show at the dinner table, I was instructed by Charles to clean up and do the dishes. I knew better than to argue as Amy re-administered the soggy diaper to my now burning buttocks. She didn’t bother putting my pants back on. They were no longer necessary.

While I was rinsing the dishes in the kitchen, I could hear them mingling on the couch.

Any reservations Amy had previously had now evaporated. As they were now sitting right next to each other with no regard for personal space. Laughing as they sipped their glasses of wine.

I so badly wished there was something I could do. Anything that would make me look more like a man in order to salvage this disaster. But no matter which way I played it out in my head, it never worked out to my benefit.

Once the dishes were done I made my way back to the living room. They were silent at least. Maybe things were more awkward than they expected?

But when I turned the corner I found out why their chatting and chuckling had stopped. They were both locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Charles’ big, giant hands on her back and butt, and Amy’s hands pulling his head into hers as they continued to make out like they were high school lovers.

All I could do was stand there awkwardly. Fighting back tears as my wife made out with my boss right in front of me.

Finally they disentangled themselves, and seemed to notice me for the first time.

“Oh! There’ss the little cockshuckerr!” Amy laughed, slurring her words a bit from the alcohol as she wiped her lips. It was like an evil spirit had awoken within her. “Why don’t you get down on your knees?” She said, reaching a hand over to Charles’ pants, unfastening the belt he just used to whip me with. Charles made no objection; just leaned back on the couch and did his usual chuckle.

“Honey please...it doesn’t have to be like this...” I pleaded as I dropped to my knees.

“Oh but it will be!” She grinned. Fishing in Charles’ pants for his cock. It wasn’t difficult to find. “Oh my...” she swooned when she felt it. Looking up at him, mesmerized at what was pulsing in her hand. I wondered if she’d ever felt one that big…

Soon she had it snaked through his zipper and sticking up with all it’s big, black, veiny glory.

“Let’s see what you got!” She said. “I want to see what a fucking cocksucker my husband is first-hand!” She sneered, wriggling the black python in my face.

I was so heartbroken. So ashamed. So defeated. “Honey...i...” but I didn't get another word in before she grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me down on Charles’ cock.

“Theeerrrre wee goo!” She cooed, “wittle baby has his paci to keep him quiet now!”

Obviously this wasn’t the first time I’d had Charles’ dick in my mouth, but it definitely was the most humiliating time as my wife was only inches away. I whimpered and choked as she forced my head up and down on it, making sure to mind my teeth.

“Wow you are a fucking faggot aren’t you?!” She gasped. Removing her hand and allowing me to do all the degrading work. “Is this why you could never get hard enough to fuck me?!”

I cringed at her hurtful words as I continued to suck and slurp the way I was trained to. I decided to close my eyes and try to shut it all out. After a while her laughter and teasing had subsided, and I figured she was through. When I peeked an eye open I could see they were making out again. I didn’t know what else to do but continue sucking....

“I think it’s time we move this to the bedroom” she finally said.

******

“Remember when I had to watch you cheat on me?” She hissed in my ear as she used Charles’ tie to bind my hands to the chair behind my back, “well now you are going to watch me cheat on you!!”

She strutted her naked body around the chair and onto the bed. It was only a two foot walk for her. She wanted me to be as close to the action as possible. She even made me undress her first. I had never seen such a dominant side to her. But there were few things more emasculating than taking off your wife’s clothes so that she could get ready to have sex with another man. I tried not to pay attention to how soaked her panties were when I pulled them off.

Amy’s hands moved to Charles’ clothes. She seemed to be worshiping him as she undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chiseled abs and biceps. He was every bit the man I wasn’t. All the way down to his nearly 10-inch cock.

They collapsed on the bed and resumed their sensual make-out session. Their bodies intertwining. Her legs wrapped around his. Their skin glistening. Amy moaned softly.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked.

Charles smiled and pulled a Magnum XL from his wallet, as if he had been expecting to use it. He undid the wrapper. Pulling out the large rubber disc, he went to put it on, then hesitated. He grinned. Then looked up at me like he had an idea. He leaned forward at the edge of the bed and brought the rubber ring to my lips.

“Put it on for me!” He said. “Put the condom on my dick so I can fuck your wife!!” They both laughed hysterically.

I whimpered as I inhaled the tip of the rubber condom. Begrudgingly, I leaned forward and aimed the ring around the head of his throbbing dick. I used my lips to push the ring and unroll the condom down his cock as it slid down my throat. I only made it about halfway. I withdrew, thinking I was done. But he stood there expectantly. I sighed, and took his rubber-wrapped dick back in my mouth and choked as I shoved the remainder of the condom down to the base of his cock.

He chuckled again as he scooped up Amy’s soaked panties. Stuffing them in my mouth and smacking my cheeks softly. “Enjoy the show!” He said. Then turned back to Amy who was eagerly waiting on the bed. Even from where I was sitting I could see she was soaking wet.

Charles climbed in between her and they kissed a bit more before he finally raised up and aimed his big, meaty python into her tight white vagina. I didn’t think there was any way it could fit in there, and apparently she didn’t either. We both held our breath as he gently eased it into her. But where my trepidation rose, hers melted away as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.

“Ohhhh myyyy GODDDD!!” She moaned as he slowly filled her up. I let out a muffled whimper and tugged at my bonds helplessly as he started moving in and out.

“It’s....soooo....BIG!” She exclaimed. But she welcomed every inch of it. Wrapping her legs around him and pulling him in further.

That’s when he started thrusting. Building up tempo as he slowly increased intensity. “Oh! God! Yes! Yes! Oh my god YES!!” She moaned. Her arms clenched up behind her. Then splayed out. Then went through her hair. It was like she didn’t know what to do with them amidst all the euphoria.

To my horror, I was actually becoming aroused inside my cage. I wriggled and crinkled in the chair. Trying to convince myself not to be turned on by my wife getting plowed by another man. But I couldn't help it.

“Oh god! I’m close!” She moaned. She was sweating. Her face was turning red as her orgasm built. “Oh please don’t cum yet!” She begged.

Charles chuckled softly and glanced at me. We both knew he wasn’t even close. I would have came 5 minutes ago…

“Yes! Yess! Yess!! OoooOoOOhHH YESS!!” Her body shuddered and quaked. I could see tremors course from her toes all the way up to her thighs and back. She rocked back and forth to what was probably the most explosive orgasm of her life.

And Charles still had plenty left in the tank.

She lay there panting for a while, trying to come back to Earth, and finally said “From behind?” and Charles obliged.

She got on all fours facing me, while Charles got right behind her.

“Look at how pathetic he is.” They both said in unison, then laughed as they continued fucking.

******

“Looks like you enjoyed the show after all...” Amy teased as she wiped the sticky residue leaking through my chastity cage while she changed my diaper. I was too ashamed to say anything.

She put me in a fresh diaper and helped me into the undersized crib I’d slept in the night before.

“Honey...” I pleaded once more “it doesn’t have to be like this...”

She slipped my wrists into the straps and cinched them tight. “I know it doesn’t have to...” she smirked, “but it’s going to...” then she plopped a paci in my mouth, flicked on the baby monitor and walked out of the room without another word.

Except the baby monitor was set up backwards. Instead of hearing everything happening in the nursery, I had to hear everything happening with Amy and Charles in the bedroom. And it went on all night long…

To be continued