My husband lost a promotion, so I fucked the guy who got it instead
In late March of this year, my husband was in consideration for a promotion. This is something that he’d been working towards for over a year at that point, pulling extra hours, taking on additional projects, kissing ass to his bosses, the whole nine yards.
Eventually, it came down to basically everybody knowing that it would come down to either him or this one other guy, who I’ll call Adam (obviously not his real name). I had met Adam before, he was the kind of guy who became a frat dude in college and never really lost that attitude. Lucky for him I kind of have a thing for asshole guys.
We met at a company event, and he was flirty with me from the beginning, only doubling down when he found out I am with my husband. In his words, he couldn’t figure out how my husband could pull me, and that he’d be looking for a chance to show me what I was missing out on being with him.
The leadership team decided that the two of them would do another project each, and present their work during a big company event in Texas. My husband lost so much sleep over his project, he was trying so hard to make everything perfect.
Meanwhile, I was sending flirty texts to Adam, insinuating that “to the victor goes the spoils”. Eventually, my husband traveled down to Texas. I flew down the day after he did, staying in the hotel that Adam had told me he was at for the event. I had a plan in mind.
If my husband won the promotion, I would say that I had come down to celebrate with him, and spend a lovely night with my overjoyed husband. If he didn’t, and Adam got the promotion instead, I wouldn’t tell my husband I was down there, and I would spend the night with Adam instead.
The day of the presentations, my husband called me, rambling and nervous. Honestly I could have calmed him down a little bit more, but I essentially told him that he did all the preparation he could and it would just come down to who’s was better.
A few hours later, I got another call. He had fumbled the presentation, had messed up answering a few key questions, and his rival had performed perfectly. During that call I got a text from Adam confirming it, my husband had lost the promotion, Adam was getting it instead.
I consoled my husband over the phone, telling him that he did his best and that there would always be more chances, even if this one didn’t work out. Meanwhile, I was texting Adam asking him when to meet him in his room.
I spent a good amount of time doing my makeup, making sure I was completely shaved, and making myself look irresistible before I went up. I put on my husband’s favorite lingerie, green lace and gold chains with a pair of crotchless panties.
Over that I pulled on a tight black dress that shows off my tits and ass, slipped on a pair of heels my husband bought me as a birthday gift, and went to go see the victor. Adam was waiting for me when I knocked on his door, wearing nothing but a robe and carrying a whiskey on the rocks.
He invited me in, poured me a glass of wine, and we toasted to his success. It didn’t take long for me to be sat in his lap, getting a taste of his whiskey.
He had one hand on the back of my neck in a firm, possessive grip. His other hand was exploring my body, cupping my tits, and sliding between my thighs. I was already dripping wet for him, even more so when he had me get up and take off my dress for him.
I did a bit of a striptease, slowly peeling it off and showing off the lingerie, bending over to give him a great view, and then I crawled between his legs. He held my face with one hand and told me that I’m a dirty little slut and it’s no wonder that my husband can’t handle me. Then he told me to undo his pants with my mouth.
To be honest, I struggled a bit. He had two buttons and a zipper, and my face being pressed right into the bulge on his pants while I tried to work them off took a lot of effort. But eventually the buttons slipped loose, the zipper came down, he pulled down his boxers and pants to let his hard cock slap me on the face.
He was pretty big, and really thick, so much bigger than the size of my husband’s cock. I was shocked for a moment, but after he thrust his hips to grind it on my face a few times I started using my mouth properly. I was licking and sucking on it, taking it down as deep as I could go while his hand on the back of my head guided me.
He had such a satisfied, dominant look on his face, knowing that the wife of the man he had just won over was submitting to him. I’ve never seen my husband look like that, it was incredibly attractive. I was playing with myself while he was using my mouth and throat like a toy, and after a few minutes of oral he pulled me up to my feet.
Now, something that I normally don’t do when I’m cheating is kissing. It’s just that kissing is usually best to me when there is love behind it, so I usually only kiss my husband. Adam didn’t care.
He stood up with me and kept one hand holding my hair, the other squeezing my ass, and he started kissing me. I couldn’t help myself, I was just so turned on that I was kissing him back. Making out with him was nothing like it is with my husband. He was forceful, taking what he wanted from me, not letting me get away from him.
I didn’t want to get away, I wanted to sink deeper into him, to revel in belonging to a man who is so much better than my husband in so many ways. He led me over to the bed, and of course I spread my legs for him without him even asking.
While I had been sucking his dick, my phone had been buzzing, getting texts from my husband. Adam had been making me ignore them, focusing all my attention on him, but he picked up my phone as he walked to the bed.
He had me unlock the phone, and in a mockingly whiny voice he started reading my husband’s texts while he teased his cock head in me and rubbed my clit. He read how my husband was so sad about losing the opportunity, about how he felt like a failure, how he felt worthless. Then Adam started sliding into me.
Just two inches, but he was so much thicker than my husband that it already felt so much better just holding there. And then he told me that if I wanted him to really fuck me, I’d have to say that my husband really was all of the things he said in the texts. I was so horny, a bit tipsy, but mostly just incredibly needy and turned on by Adam. So I said it.
I said my husband was a disappointment, a failure. I said he was worthless. Adam told me to keep going as he pushed deeper into me, and I would have done anything to have him keep going. I called my husband a loser. I said he can’t satisfy me, that he’s not a real man like Adam. I said that he deserved to be sad, that Adam deserved everything of his.
I knew that I would feel guilty about all of this after the fact, but in the moment it just felt so good that I didn’t care. He was pounding me, calling me all sorts of dirty names, and making my cum my brains out when my phone rang. I knew the ringtone right away, my husband was calling me.
I wanted Adam to stop, to let me talk to my husband, and I told him as much. He told me to just keep my voice under control, and he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. My husband was trying to stay strong as he said hi, but he very quickly started sobbing.
I was devastated, hearing him like that. I know this might sound odd given what was just happening, but I really do love and care about my husband, and hearing him cry like that was painful. Then Adam started moving again. He was going slow, but I had to mask the moans that he was drawing out of me as sobs of my own.
I told my husband I was just empathizing with him, and he even pulled himself together a bit, saying that he didn’t want me to be sad. Little did he know that the man who was the very reason for his crying was inside of me at that very moment. He said that he was excited to see me at home when he was able to come back, and we hung up.
Adam got really rough after that, he flipped me over and fucked me from behind, slapping my ass and making fun of my husband for being a bitch and crying to his wife like that. I felt a pit of guilt in my stomach, but it was completely overwhelmed by how good getting such naughty sex felt. He pulled my hair and made me beg him to cum inside me, and he filled me up completely.
We ended up going three more rounds that night, he came in my mouth, in my ass, and on my wedding ring. Eventually he was tired, and gave me a robe to cover up with, but he made me take off the lingerie and he didn’t let me clean the cum off of my face.
He kept my husband’s favorite lingerie of mine, told me that he’d fuck me again sometime, and had me walk back to my room in nothing but a robe with my face covered in his cum.
I took an early flight home that morning, and when I kissed my husband to welcome him back, and held him on the couch while we were both sad, I couldn’t help but feel like I was happier that a real man had got the promotion and fucked me properly than I was sad that he hadn’t got it.
Life got a bit complicated after that, a loss in the family and a subsequent legal fight over inheritance has taken up a lot of our time and energy over the last few months, but that has been winding down, and now I have plenty of energy to keep cheating again!