When Wes and Britt were married, Britt looked Wes in the eye and told him she was forsaking all others. She thought she meant that; she really did. She never thought she’d be the kind of girl to ever cheat on her husband, let alone with the one man on earth he couldn’t stand.

About six months after their wedding, Wes and Britt were still very much in their newlywed stage, ever smitten with each other. Britt worked part-time with a telemarketing business, and Wes had just started out as an attorney for a local investment firm. They’d just moved into their first home, and it seemed like life was giving the couple everything they’d ever hoped for and more.

At least for the most part.

There was one singular dark cloud in their marriage, and his name was Clay. Clay was Wes’ supervisor at work, and he seemed to take it upon himself to make Wes miserable. He made sure Wes was the one to do all the menial tasks, like running for coffee or taking notes. He poked fun at Wes over how short he was. He loved teasing Wes in front of his coworkers. He even insisted on calling him Westley, a name that Wes made abundantly clear that he wasn’t fond of.

As severe as Clay’s bullying was, though, Wes’ biggest complaint was how everyone at his office didn’t seem to care. As far as they were concerned, Clay was the greatest guy ever. Everyone wanted to hang around with him. They all laughed at his jokes. As Wes put it one night over dinner, it was like every last person in their office had blinders on that prevented them from seeing the person Clay really was.

Everything about Clay drove Wes crazy, and Britt felt terrible for him. She suggested more than once that Wes go to HR and file a complaint. Wes said that he wanted to, but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was like he was afraid that they’d just take Clay’s side. After one particularly awful day at the office, she told him just to quit, but he was too worried that Clay would try to do something to keep him from finding another job, so he said he’d just tough it out.

Then came the office party.

Someone at Wes’ office scored a major client, and the higher-ups decided to throw a party to celebrate. Everyone was invited, along with their spouses. Wes didn’t really want to go, but Clay told him it was mandatory, so he didn’t have a choice. Wes asked Britt if she wanted to stay home, but she immediately offered to go along with him. After all the trouble that Clay had given Wes, she was eager to meet the jerk who had been making her husband miserable and give him a piece of her mind. Wes appreciated the support but asked his wife not to rock the boat.

“That would probably just make things at work harder for me,” he said. Britt could definitely understand his perspective. She agreed to be on her best behavior, even if all she wanted to do was make a scene and tell Clay what a dick he was.

On the night of the party, Wes and Britt drove to Wes’ office. Wes wore one of his work suits, and Britt donned her favorite little black dress. She felt that the dress might be a bit flashy due to its deep V cut, which showed off plenty of cleavage, and its shorter length, which revealed a lot of leg; however, she truly wanted to show off. She wanted to look like a prize, and if Clay did see her with Wes, he’d know exactly the kind of woman a man like Wes could get.

Even though she had promised to behave, she also knew that if Clay so much as tried to hit on her, she was prepared to let loose and tell him exactly what she thought about him in front of everyone. Maybe she’d even embarrass him like he’d done to her husband so many times, she thought with a smile.

At the party, though, all of Britt’s plans went out the window. When they walked into the large meeting space where the event was being held, Britt immediately noticed a large group of people laughing and smiling. At the center of the group was a man that she could only describe as pure sex appeal. He was tall, with dark hair and a smiling face that could have belonged to a Hollywood star. He was completely stacked, with his muscles readily apparent through the too-tight dress shirt he was wearing. She’d only just laid eyes on him a moment earlier, and already she could feel herself getting turned on from his looks alone.

“Who’s that?” Britt asked her husband, gesturing to the man. Almost as though it was on cue, the man looked up and made eye contact with her from across the room. He excused himself from the group and strolled in their direction.

“My God,” Britt thought to herself, “even the way he walks is sexy.”

“Well, Westley,” he said as he approached, “there you are at long last. Looks like you’re a few minutes late, as usual. I almost thought you were going to try to skip out on me. And you,” he added, his deep green eyes piercing Britt’s soul as he turned to her, “must be his beloved Brittany. Clay Walters, at your service.”

Britt was in shock. This living, breathing Adonis was Clay? She could hardly respond. As he lifted her hand to his lips, planting a little kiss on her wrist, all she could do was giggle like a smitten schoolgirl. Doing her best to keep her composure, she nodded at him. In turn, he gave her a smile hot enough to melt steel.

“I knew from the photo on Westley’s desk that you were out of his league, but it’s clear now that you’re not even on his planet. Westley, it’s almost a crime that you married so far beyond your means.”

Britt tried not to giggle, but for some reason, everything Clay said sent butterflies to her stomach. She found she could barely take her eyes off Clay as he struck up a conversation with the couple. For the next half-hour, he told Britt all about the company, shared stories, and told jokes. Britt couldn’t believe how charming he was. It was almost inconceivable that anyone wouldn’t like Clay. Sure, he made a few jokes at Wes’ expense in the conversation, but it really seemed lighthearted and in good fun. For the first time, Britt was starting to wonder if Clay really was the bad guy Wes made him out to be.

After a while, Wes let out an exasperated sigh. Britt glanced over at her frustrated husband. She’d almost forgotten he was there—the conversation had largely become one between Clay and herself as Wes watched quietly.

“Honey,” Wes finally said, “there are some other folks here I’d like you to meet, so maybe—”

“Maybe you could go chat with them yourself,” Clay said with another one of his trademark grins. “Don’t worry about your wifey. She’s having a great time, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Britt found herself nodding eagerly. Normally a guy she’d only just met calling her a pet name like “sweetheart” would set the woman off, but somehow, coming from Clay, it was just so… sexy. Wes grumbled and turned to walk off. Just before he was out of reach, Clay placed a hand on his shoulder.

“And Westley,” he said, “Don’t forget. The cure for your frustration is alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.”

Clay chuckled as Wes wandered off to chat with his other colleagues, and Britt just giggled again. “You’re so silly,” she told Clay. “Wes really isn’t much of a drinker.”

“That will make it more entertaining,” he smiled, taking a step closer. “And speaking of entertaining, nothing would entertain me more than hearing how a sexy little kitten like you wound up with stubbly little Westley.”

For some reason, Clay’s joke about Wes’ height made Britt laugh. “Okay, he’s a little shorter than I am,” she smiled, “but he’s just such a sweet guy.”

“Not as sweet as you,” he grinned, taking her hand and kissing it once more. Britt couldn’t stop herself from giggling at Clay’s gesture. She couldn’t explain it, but something about the man just pushed all her buttons in exactly the right kind of way.

With Wes gone, Clay took on a much flirtier, more suave demeanor. It didn’t take long for Britt to start flirting back, and before long her panties were soaking from the sexual tension between them. She loved Wes so much, but she couldn’t deny that Clay had a gift for getting her all turned on.

After about another half-hour, Clay took her by the hand and started guiding her toward the hallway that led to the rest of the offices.

“Where are you taking me?” She purred as she looked around to see if Wes was nearby. Some small voice told her that leaving the party with Clay was risky, and she hoped she could call Wes to come along, too. Another part of her was slightly excited when she realized Wes was nowhere to be seen.

“You’ve spent the last hour in one room. I think you deserve the full tour,” he smiled, pulling her into the hallway. They walked the halls, hand in hand, with Clay pointing out the various spaces in the building, and Britt clinging to every word as though it were coming from the gods.

“And this,” he said, bringing her into a large office at the end of a corridor, “is my office. What do you think?”

Britt looked around the spacious office. There was a beautiful mahogany desk situated near the entrance, with a matching meeting table off to the side. Framed awards and certificates adorned the walls. The space felt warm and inviting. Britt couldn’t help but feel comfortable with Clay in the space. Comfortable and incredibly turned on.

“It’s gorgeous,” Britt smiled, looking around the space. As she spoke, Clay turned, closing the door behind them and turning the lock. “Hey,” she asked, more amused than upset. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m giving us a little privacy,” Clay smiled, closing the distance between them until his lips were barely brushing up against hers.

“What do we need privacy for?” Britt’s heart was thumping in her chest as she barely whispered out the words.

“I think you know,” Clay smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Britt did know. As she melted into Clay’s arms, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. Clay tightened his grip, and Brit found herself whimpering into his mouth as her lips parted and their tongues met for the first time. Britt moaned softly as Clay's tongue explored her mouth, tasting her possessively. His hands began roaming her body, gripping her hips, pulling her closer. Britt could feel his hardness pressing against her, driving her wild with lust.

As their tongues continued exploring one another, Britt suddenly found a sexy idea popping into her mind. As if he knew, Clay’s grip on the woman loosened, and almost at once the woman broke free, dropping to her knees in front of her husband’s work bully. She reached for his belt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Clay watched her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she freed him from his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and powerful, and Britt licked her lips.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she breathed in awe.

“Bigger than little Westley?” Clay asked, a smirk on his face as Britt raised her hand up and slowly began stroking his length.

“So much bigger,” she admitted. Clay’s cock was gorgeous, easily the largest and sexiest she’d ever seen. As she slowly stroked him, her lips drew closer and closer, and her mouth started salivating. It looked so good. It looked so tasty.

Leaning forward, she brought her lips to the tip of his cock, giving it a little lick. Next, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Clay let out a deep groan, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him deeper. Britt sucked and licked, her head bobbing as she pleasured him, her arousal growing with each sound he made.

"Fuck, Britt," Clay hissed, his hips bucking. "You're such a good little slut."

Britt groaned on his cock, feeling a surge of arousal at his words. Britt had never been very interested in giving blowjobs, and she had never liked the term "slut," but hearing Clay call her a "good little slut" as she sucked him off just seemed right. It was as if this was where she belonged, being a slut for her husband’s supervisor.

Clay took Britt by her hair, slamming her face down on his cock. Britt gagged and groaned, loving how roughly he was using her. As she slurped and gagged on his shaft, she couldn’t help but think how Wes would never use her like this. Clay was powerful. He knew what he wanted, and he took it. Wes was weak in comparison. Wes would never just take her the way Clay was claiming her throat. Britt groaned, wishing she had a real man like Clay.

The next thing she knew, Clay was pulling her off his cock. The man looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Bend over the desk," he ordered.

Britt obeyed, quickly springing to her feet. Her heart was pounding as she braced herself against the cool mahogany. Clay's hands roamed her body, lifting her dress and pulling down her panties. He teased her entrance, his fingers slipping inside her soaking pussy, making her gasp in pleasure.

"Clay, please," she begged, pushing back against his hand as he fingered her pussy.

He chuckled. "Please what, Brittany? Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," she panted, her body aching for more. Aching for his cock. "I want you to fuck me hard."

Clay withdrew his fingers and lined up behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. He took a moment to grind against her pussy lips, causing the woman to groan out.

“But what about little Westley?” He asked, rubbing his cock along her entrance slowly.

“I don’t care,” she groaned, her body’s arousal going into overdrive. “I need you. I need you inside me so bad. Please, Clay, just fuck me.”

Clay smiled, taking hold of his cock and lining it up at her pussy lips. He began to push forward, and then with one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Britt cried out. Clay’s cock was enormous. She’d never felt so full in her life. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the lip of the desk as he began to move, his hips slapping against hers.

Britt couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as Clay picked up his pace. Each thrust was deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through her body like nothing she’d ever felt before. Clay's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he took her, his breath ragged as he plunged into her again and again.

"Oh, yes! Harder, Clay," Britt begged, her body on fire. "Fuck me harder!"

Clay complied, his pace increasing even more and his thrusts becoming more intense. The desk shook with each impact, the room filling with the sound of their bodies coming together and their shared moans of pleasure. Britt’s brain was flooded with pleasure. The small voice trying to tell her how wrong it was to be here getting fucked by her husband’s bully completely shut off, and all Britt could think about was how hot it was to be fucked by Clay.

Soon, Britt felt her orgasm building. Her body began tensing as Clay drove her closer to the edge. He reached around as he continued fucking her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles, pushing her over the edge.

Finally, she came with a scream of pure delight, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Clay kept pumping into her, grunting and groaning as he slammed into her. Britt’s orgasm continued flowing, longer than any she’d ever felt. Her juices came rushing down her leg as she cried out in pleasure.

Before her orgasm could fade, Clay grunted that he was close. His thrusting became more frantic, and a moment later he exploded, his release sending him into a frenzy, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her. Britt cried out again, feeling load after load of his hot cum filling her up.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. After another moment, Clay pulled out, then reached out and helped Britt to her feet. She turned to face him, a satisfied smile on her lips and admiration in her eyes.

"That was..." she started, but Clay cut her off with a deep kiss. She let out another whimper as their tongues danced once more.

"Incredible," Clay finished for her as their kiss broke, his arms wrapping around her waist. "And there’s so much more to come."

Some time later, Britt and Clay returned to the party. Britt went around, trying to find her husband, hoping that the cum leaking from her pussy wasn’t visible to others. When she finally found Wes, he was sitting in an office chair by the bar, clutching a beer and blisteringly drunk.

“Uh oh,” Clay grinned. “It looks like someone took my advice a little too well.”

“I—I always do what you say,” Wes slurred as Britt helped him to his feet. “I don’t know why. I never want to.”

“Honey, you’re drunk,” Britt said, slightly disgusted in her husband as he leaned on her. “We’d better get you out of here before you make a fool of yourself.”

“Here,” Clay offered, coming up on Wes’ other side. “I’ll help you get him home.”

With Clay’s help, Britt got Wes out of the building and loaded into the car. Almost as soon as he was in the passenger seat, his eyes fluttered shut. Closing the car door, Brit turned to Clay, giving him a playful grin.

“Well, thanks,” she said. “For… everything.” She leaned in, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

“Hey, now,” Clay grinned. “Who said we’re done?” There’s no way I’m letting you try to get your embarrassment of a husband in your house by yourself. No, I’m going to follow you home and help you get him all comfortable on the sofa. And once that’s done, I’m going to take you up to your room, and I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“Oh, Clay,” Britt giggled, leaning in and giving him another kiss. “You’re so bad.”

A few minutes later, Britt was on her way home, her husband passed out next to her. Her eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, her heart thudding in her chest as she watched Clay’s headlights behind them. The two cars pulled into the driveway, and Clay met Britt at the passenger door, where they made out for a minute before Clay helped the woman get her sleeping husband out of the car and into the house. Clay placed Wes down on the sofa, and Britt found a blanket to cover him up with.

“Such a caring wifey,” Clay smiled, smacking Britt’s ass as she placed the blanket over Wes. Britt flashed him a dirty grin and finished tucking her snoring husband in.

A moment later, Britt was giggling as Clay chased her up the stairs to the bedroom, grabbing at her as they went. The two were already making out as they burst through the bedroom door.

“Hmmm, oh, fuck,” Britt moaned between kisses. “Why do I fucking want you so bad?”

“It’s a gift,” Clay replied as he reached behind Britt’s back, unzipping her dress.

With her dress unzipped, Britt shrugged it off her shoulders, sending it crumpling onto the floor. Now only wearing a bra, she began tugging at Clay’s shirt, untucking it as they continued making out. Clay’s hands went to work unclasping her bra next, allowing her tits to fall into view as Britt was left completely naked.

In no time at all, Britt had helped Clay out of his clothes. Breaking off their kiss, Clay looked Britt up and down, his eyes full of lust. With a growl, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing on the soft mattress. He climbed on top of her, his powerful frame pinning her down as he captured her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Britt moaned into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer.

Clay's hands roamed her body, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cried out. He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin and his lips sucking hard enough to leave marks. Britt arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest, her arousal at an all-time high. She could feel his cock pressed up against her mound, and she wanted more. She needed more.

"God, Clay," she gasped, her voice breathless. "Please, I need you inside me."

“How badly do you need me?” He gave her a wicked smile as he shifted his hips, lining his cock up at her entrance.

“Oh, fuck, so bad!” She cried as he pressed his tip against her entrance, barely parting her folds.

“More than you’ve ever needed little Westley?” He grinned, giving her the tiniest thrust, just barely entering her with his tip.

Britt let out a whimper. “So much more. Please, Clay,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”

With that, he pushed forward and thrust inside, filling her pussy with his giant cock. Britt cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips slamming against hers. Each thrust was deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Clay gained speed, fucking her harder and faster. Britt cried out loud enough that Wes would have heard her from downstairs if he weren’t passed out.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the headboard banging against the wall with each impact. Britt's moans only grew louder, her passion taking over as Clay drove her closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Clay," she screamed, her body shaking with each thrust. "You feel so good. Don't stop!"

Clay's pace increased, his thrusts becoming more intense, more primal. He reached down, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard as he continued to ride her. Britt felt her arousal rising and rising until she felt herself on the brink of coming. She bucked and thrashed under Clay, trying to push herself over the edge, but even as she grew increasingly worked up, she couldn’t come.

As though he knew what she wanted, Clay looked into the woman’s eyes. “Do you want to come?”

“Uh huh!” She cried as he continued fucking her.

“Then tell me you love me,” Clay growled, slamming into her.

“Oh, fuck! I love you, Clay!” She shrieked.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he demanded next, still plowing into her savagely.

“I belong to you!” Britt cried without thinking.

“And tell me to breed you. Tell me you want my babies.”

Desperation filled Britt’s voice. “Oh, God, yes!” She cried as he pounded her harder than before. “Breed me, Clay! Breed my slutty, cheating pussy!”

“I will,” Clay grinned. “Now, come for me.”

All of a sudden the walls came down in Britt’s mind, and she was flooded with a blinding dose of pleasure. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around his cock as her climax exploded through her body. She cried and wailed, literally seeing stars as her orgasm rocked her soul. As her pussy clenched down on his member, Clay grunted and came himself, his cock spewing like a volcano, filling the woman with his seed.

He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Britt wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they came down from their high.

“You belong to me now,” Clay said with a devilish grin. In response, Britt just leaned in, pressing her lips into his.