I prayed I was wrong, but I knew I was right in my heart, but I needed to make sure. It was lunchtime, so everyone was out of the office, so it was safe to check.

I typed in the IP address, and the camera in the living room sprung to life on my computer screen; nothing was going on, much to my relief. Then I switched to camera two, the kitchen dining area, again nothing.

With only one more camera to try, I switched to camera three, and my heart sank. There was my wife of nine years on her back in our bed with our black neighbor Karl with his arse bouncing up and down as he plowed her.

I wanted to hear what the unfaithful bitch was saying, so I turned up the volume a little bit, but Kira's screams of ecstasy were louder than I anticipated. I quickly turned it down but unfortunately not fast enough that it didn't attract the attention of my boss, Wendy.

I continued to watch Karl fuck Kira mercilessly, the volume was low, but I could still hear their bodies slapping together and her screams of ecstasy. He was fucking her so hard her large tits were bouncing all over the place.

What I didn't know was Wendy was standing behind me, watching over my shoulder. Wendy eventually made herself known to me after watching along for quite some time.

"Darrel, can I see you in my office immediately?" she barked, startling me.

I knew I was in trouble this time, but I couldn't afford to lose my job right now.

"Yes, Wendy, of course," I said, shutting down the live feed to the security cameras installed in my house.

When I reached Wendy's office, she had her ass resting on the edge of her desk and looked very angry. The problem was even when Wendy was angry, she was stunning. She was every man's walking wet dream perfect body, gorgeous face, and legs that never seemed to end.

"You wanted to see me, Wendy?" I said as I stepped into her office.

"Shut the door, Darrel, and sit down, please," she said, pointing at the low leather chair facing her desk.

"Darrel, do I need to remind you of the company policies about using company computers to browse disgusting sites like the one I just saw you browsing? Not to mention how many sexual harassment laws you just broke watching interracial porn during work time. What do you have to say for yourself?" Wendy snapped angrily.

I wanted to say I wasn't watching porn but was watching my slut of a wife being fucked by the neighbor, but it was too embarrassing to admit my wife had made me a cuckold.

"I'm sorry, Wendy, it was lunchtime, and I ensured no one was around. It was an accident to come across that video," I tried pleading, realizing just how pathetic that sounded as it came out.

"I'm sorry, Darrel, company policies are there to be followed. I have no choice but to let you go. I'll give you thirty minutes to clean your desk out, and I will have HR come down and see you out of the building. That is all. You can leave," Wendy said so coldly it made me shiver to my core. She really was the ice queen, remembering hearing someone call her that once.

"Wendy, please, can't you give me one more chance? I need this job. I can't afford to be unemployed right now," I said, pleading like a whiny little bitch. But the truth was I did need this job, given I would need a lawyer to divorce my slut wife.

"Darrel, please don't beg like a little child; it's pathetic. You know you broke the rules. Just own it and clean out your desk and leave. Close the door behind you," Wendy said as she walked around her large desk and sitting down, not even bothering to look at me, having dismissed me entirely.

I got to the door and opened it, then closed it again.

"Wendy, I wasn't watching porn on company time. I know better than that. I'm not an idiot. What you saw was a live feed of my bedroom and my slut of a wife fucking our black neighbor," I said, deciding my job was more important than Kira's fucking sexual needs.

Wendy looked down her nose at me over her glasses, a glimmer of surprise in her emerald green eyes.

"So you're telling me that while you are at work, you are spying on your wife with a hidden camera that you've set up without her knowledge in your house?" Wendy said in a surprised but almost disgusted tone.

"Yes, I felt she was cheating on me, and I needed proof, so I installed some cameras," I replied, hoping it was enough to convince Wendy not to sack me.

"Show me, and if it's true, I will consider your plea to remain in our employ," she said.

I walked around to Wendy's side of the desk.

"May I?" I asked, pointing at her computer.

Wendy pushed her chair back, and I leaned over and typed in the IP address of the cameras into the search bar and clicked on camera three. But even I wasn't expecting to see what I saw when it came into view.

Kira was now on her hands and knees over Karl, sucking his massive black cock. You could clearly see it glistened with Kira's spit and saliva as she deep-throated him. But the black guy I didn't recognize, now slamming into my young wife's stretched-out cunt, surprised me. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. Apparently, Wendy was also intrigued as she pushed me out of the way to get a better look. The action in my bedroom now enthralled Wendy.

"You say this is live? And it's happening right now in your house? Oh, your wife really is a slut for a big black cock. She loves it. I can tell by how she moves her hips back to meet each thrust from that gorgeous cock. Oh, fuck yeah, he owns her pussy. I have to say, Darrel, I'm quite impressed by your wife's ability to both take a huge cock down her throat and that black monster in her cunt at the same time," Wendy said as her whole persona changed.

"Please, Wendy, can we turn it off now? I've seen enough. I can't watch this anymore; that's my wife, and until today, I thought she was faithful," I said.

"Not just yet, Darrel. I'm enjoying this, and I thought you would be as well. It's not like this is your wife's first black cock. Oh no, she's a pro. I would bet my life on the way she handles those two gorgeous, superior dicks; you have been a cuckold your whole marriage. And guaranteed you have been eating her cum filled cunt the entire time. The sad thing is I bet you would enjoy that as well, you grubby little man," Wendy said, her attitude changing again to one of dominance.

"Wendy, please stop referring to my wife as a black cock slut. She is still my wife; it's inappropriate," I said, getting annoyed Wendy was refusing to shut down the live feed.

It was only then that I noticed Wendy's arm making a rapid movement as she sat with her back to me in her oversized office chair.

I looked over her shoulder and was shocked to see Wendy's skirt bunched up, and she had her hand inside her lace panties, rubbing her clit. Holy fuck, this was really turning her on. Jesus, my boss was masturbating watching my wife Kira being fucked by two virtual strangers.

"Tell me, Darrel, why do you think your wife is fucking these two black men while you are at work? I think it's because you don't have the equipment to please her. Come here, Darrel, and take your pants off. I want to see why your wife would prefer to fuck other men rather than you."

"Wendy, that is grossly inappropriate, and I will not take my pants off. I don't have to prove anything to you," I responded angrily.

Wendy turned her chair around and snapped at me without even trying to cover up the fact she was masturbating.

"You listen to me, you worthless little worm. Take your God damn pants off. Or not only will I fire you, but I will report you for sexual harassment. Now fucking drop them," Wendy said with fire in her eyes.

She lifted her arse off the chair and slid her panties down her legs, shamelessly exposing her very wet, shaved pussy to me. This was a dream come true, so I quickly complied. I undid my pants and slid them down along with my boxers.

As I was already turned on seeing Wendy naked and exposed, my cock was already engorged with blood and standing straight out.

"Well, that's a surprise and a pleasant one at that. I was really expecting you to have a tiny little dick, given your wife is whoring herself to those two black studs. But your cock is anything but small. You have a very nice-looking cock. So that means your wife is a black-loving whore, a cum slut for black cock," Wendy said as she examined my eight-inch thick cock.

I looked at the computer screen and was heart wrenched to see Kira now had one cock in her cunt and one in her arse and was moaning and screaming like a stuck pig. I had never been allowed to go near her arse. And here she was, taking a dick almost double the size of mine in her arse. Wendy followed my eyes as my mouth gaped open in shock.

"Oh, I like your wife, Darrel. She is a woman after my own heart; there is no greater pleasure than having two fat cocks stretching out both your holes simultaneously. I want to meet your wife her and I are going to get along wonderfully. But right now, I need you to service my very wet pussy with your mouth. Get on your knees and eat me, you worthless pig of a man."

Shit, Wendy is a filthy slut, just like my Kira, but I wasn't about to argue with her. I had dreamed of eating her pussy since I started here five years ago, so I readily complied. Dropping to my knees, I dragged her forward in the office chair and buried my face in her beautiful, very wet pussy.

I didn't know at the time, but Wendy was using her computer webcam to record the entire session to use against me later if I refused to comply.

"Mmmh, that's it, you filthy pig of a man, eat my dirty cunt. Make me cum in the next five minutes, and you keep your job," Wendy said as she pushed my head even harder into her sopping wet crutch.

I can't even begin to describe how fucking amazing Wendy tasted as her juices flowed over my face and mouth. I was in heaven, so good I almost forgot all about my cheating whore of a wife.

"Oh, that's it, little piggy, eat my cunt, yes suck my clit, yeees just like that, oooh God, yeees, sooo goood. Now I know why your wife keeps you around. It's not for your cock. It's for your mouth, to clean her cunt after she's done fucking real men," Wendy almost screamed as I brought her to the first orgasm.

Grabbing me by the hair, she pulled me up. With one orgasm under her belt and lust in her eyes, she stood up and bent over her desk, leaning on her elbows, watching my wife once again being spit roasted by the two black cocks.

"Fuck me, you filthy pig, fuck me with that thick, hard cock of yours. But don't you dare cum in me. Is that clear?" Wendy snapped.

"Yes, Wendy."

Spinning her head around and sneering at me, and said, "Don't you ever address me by my first name again? It's Mistress to you, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I pushed the head of my cock against her swollen pussy lips.