Forced to Watch

Note: This is the story of a man whose loyal and loving wife, who would never cheat on him, is coerced into having sex with his new boss to save her husband from going to prison. She is also led to believe her husband has always wanted her to have sex with another man, which couldn't be farther from the truth. His wife reluctantly goes along with it to save him and she ends up having the greatest sexual experience of her life, not knowing her husband has been forced to watch.

Warning: This story involves an innocent man who is humiliated and tormented by his boss including being forced to wear a chastity cage and watch her sleep with another man against his will. Please do not read if you might find this content upsetting.

I should never have taken the job.

That thought once again came to mind as I sat there in that closet on the other side of the two-way mirror, forced to watch my new boss, Nick Willard, fuck my wife in the bedroom of his apartment. I've just spent hours watching them rolling around in bed, devouring each other with their mouths, enjoying and exploring the totality of the other's naked body. I will forever be haunted by the agonizing symphony of their lovemaking - all her moans and giggles and squeals of delight as Nick inspires sounds and noises from her that I didn't even know she was capable of.

She didn't know I was there, of course, or else I don't think she would have been nearly so unrestrained. She had no idea I was locked in the closet on the other side of the sliding door, able to see and hear everything as I was forced to witness her continued indoctrination as Nick's eager new fucktoy. And even though Nick had blackmailed us - even though it was something my wife had beenforcedto do in order to save me from going to prison - she was clearly loving every second of it. Evidently, she just couldn'thelpit. She was showing Nick a side of her I didn't even know existed, a side of her I would havekilledto experience.

But that isn't even the worst of it. The worst thing of all is that Nick has been making me wear a chastity cage, hopelessly entrapping my dick in this merciless vice of ringed metal. And it's not just any chastity cage, but the best one money can buy - virtually unbreakable and tamperproof and impossible to remove without the key. Now, I have been forbidden from having sex with my own wife -Nickis the only one who can do that for the time being. As if that wasn't bad enough, I can't evenjerk offwithout Nick's permission. I can't get anerection. I can't even allow myself to get turned on. I've barely been able to stand the sight of my wife naked or in her underwear; I can't fantasize or entertain sexual thoughts about her; I can't stand to touch her body or give her anything more than a quick hug or peck on the lips, since anything more leaves my balls aching with pent-up desire. I even have to turn away when I'm watching TV and a sexy woman appears on screen. In this way, not only is Nick in sole possession of my wife's body - the only one who can enjoy and appreciate her for the time being - he also possesses the literal key to my sexuality.

And so I have been completely at Nick's mercy, forced to help facilitate his affair with my wife - forced to do whatever he tells me to without question, because it was the only way he would ever give me a break from the cage and allow me to satisfy my rampant needs. And unfortunately for me, Nick seems to delight in finding new ways to humiliate and torment me and shove my face into the fact that he is fucking my wife and there's nothing I can do about it.

One thing was for sure - taking that job was the worst mistake I ever made in my life.

It was my wife, Jennifer, or Jenny as everyone always called her, who got me to apply. I'd be working for a newly founded high-profile consulting firm, making much more money than ever before, and this was going to bring us one step closer to our goal of Jenny being a full-time housewife and not having to work anymore.

Jenny is and always will be the love of my life. We've been together for five years, married for nearly three. She is a good woman and an amazing wife, and we had what I would have described as an above-average marriage. I have always considered myself very lucky to have her and thought she was a bit out of my league. She is very pretty with long brown hair and a very nice body - not too skinny, not too heavy, with perfect feminine proportions and flawless skin. She is also sweet, fun to be around, down to Earth, low maintenance, and loyal. She was raised by a very traditional, conservative, religious family, and she was born to be a wife. Her lifelong aspiration - and the aspiration her family had for her - was to be a stay-at-home mom wholly devoted to serving and caring for her husband and children. And, after nearly three years of marriage, Jennyreallywanted to get pregnant and start a family. Who could blame her? For one thing, she wasn't getting any younger (we had both just turned 27). Her younger sister and several cousins and girlfriends all had babies, which she saw often. This made her even more baby crazy than she was hard-wired to be by her feminine biology and maternally primed hormones. It was what she wanted more than anything else in the world, and it was all her family wanted for her, too.

But it wasn't just children she wanted. The truth is she never had any career aspirations and she wanted to stop having to go to work and finally get to be a full-time homemaker. That's what her mother did after marrying her father - and her younger sister, too, who got to stop working right away after marrying her well-off husband, even though she wouldn't give birth to their first baby for another 18 months. I was reminded of that far too often.

But it just wasn't time for that yet. That's the way I saw it. It's not that I didn't want to have children or for her to get to stay home like she wanted to, but we just couldn't afford it yet. I had a job that I loved but I wasn't making enough money to be the sole breadwinner. Truthfully, I could have worked harder to get a better-paying job and had plenty of opportunities, but I just wasn't in a hurry for that to happen because then I wouldn't have as much of an excuse to keep putting off having a child. I was well aware of how a married couple's sex life goes to shit after having kids, and I wasn't exactly eager for that to happen. Not that our sex life was all that great to begin with, if you asked me. It wasn't anything like it used to be. We had a lot of fun when we were dating and through the first half of our marriage, but that had long since faded. Nowadays, Jenny would turn me down more often than not most of the time and I'd be lucky to get laid once a week, twice at most (which was far less frequently than I wanted it). And the sex wedidhave was more lackluster than ever - duty sex, I think would be an accurate description. The only time Jenny would show any semblance of enthusiasm would be in those fun few days before she ovulated. I kept track of her cycle for family planning purposes so I didn't accidentally knock her up before we were ready for it, and I learned pretty quickly that the days she was most likely to get pregnant coincided with when she would get the most eager about sex that she was going to get (which made sense from a reproductive standpoint). I would really look forward to those days. The rest of the time, however, it was like she could take it or leave it.

Jenny didn't think anything of this and didn't think there was a problem like I did. It was normal in a marriage for sexual excitement to wane over time, she would say. To her, we had a perfectly healthy sex life. From private conversations she had with her closest friends and family, she was convinced we were having sex no less frequently than other married couples who had been together for a comparable amount of time. That might be the case, but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to have sex alotmore often, and it sometimes became a topic of argument between us. She would turn me down and I would get frustrated and say something about it, and we'd end up bickering. It was the one thing I would have changed about Jenny if I could. Even after five years together, I was still head-over-heels in love with her and I had a rampant libido.

My desperation to have sex with her all the time was exactly how Jenny convinced me to apply for the job in the first place, now that I think about it. She was always on the lookout for better job opportunities for me and stumbled on a posting for a position at a prestigious new consulting firm. I would be making alotof money, and it seemed like there would be ample opportunities for promotion, but it didn't sound like something I would enjoy and I initially resisted the idea. I was highly qualified, but it was an environment I wasn't familiar with and it seemed intimidating to me. But Jenny went on about how proud she would be of me if I got the job, and then she gave methe look. It was the kind of look that communicated in no uncertain terms that the merethoughtof me getting that job made her want to tear her clothes off and not so much fuck me asdevourme. It had been quite a while since I had gotten that look and there was no resisting it. And so I applied, and I got the job.

Right off the bat, Jenny's attraction to the man I'd be working for was apparent. She didn't evenattemptto keep it a secret. She had done some research about him for my sake while I was fretting as my first day on the job approached and she found some pictures of him online, and it was like she just couldn't stop herself.

"Your new boss ishot," she blurted out, her mouth gaping open, when she stumbled upon that first photo of him. She said it as if Iwantedto know this, as if she just couldn't hold it back and had to share that withsomeone- even if thatsomeonehappened to be her husband. I couldn't believe she said it at first and barely managed to contain my jealousy and insecurity, knowing how unattractive those traits are in a man. I don't know why I always took comments like that so personally and was so threatened by them, but I just was. I have to admit that I would sometimes comment to her in just such a way about other women I found attractive, but that was different in my eyes.

That wasn't the end of it. She had her sister Rachel and a few girlfriends over the house a few days later and, from the next room over, I overheard her telling them about my new job. I liked what I was hearing at first. "I'm so proud of him," I heard Jenny saying about me. "He didn't want to apply at first, but I talked him into it."

"That's great," Rachel replied.

But then the conversation took a turn for the worse - from my perspective, at least.

"Oh," Jenny added, "and you justhaveto see the guy he's going to be working for now."

Jenny of course had no idea I was in the other room, overhearing every word she was saying. Even though I couldn't see what they were doing, it was obvious she had pulled out her smartphone and was showing them pictures of him on the company's website.

"Oh, baby," I heard one of her girlfriends respond.

"Wow," said Rachel.

And it only got worse from there. "Wouldn't you justloveto be ordered around by him?" Jenny said in a dreamy tone of voice.

"Anddominatedby him?" one of her girlfriends replied.

"Andget on your kneesfor him?" Rachel added.

The girls exploded in giggles at this, as I just stood there, feeling like I had been punched in the stomach. I did my best not to take it personally, reminding myself that I would talk that way about other women with my friends and coworkers, but it took me a while to get over it.

I had met Nick briefly the day of the interview, which was conducted by his second-in-command, an attorney named Derek. As he was escorting me out, we encountered Nick in the corridor outside the conference room where the interview took place and Derek introduced us. I was immediately intimidated by Nick - he was easily six inches taller than I was and powerfully built, and he carried himself with an aura of seemingly limitless self-confidence and command. He was staring me straight in the eyes with a fierce, penetrating gaze for a moment, as if sizing me up. Then, after I had instinctively offered him my hand, he gave me a very firm handshake - so firm, in fact, that I had to fight off the urge to shake the pain away afterwards. Nick didn't say a word during this - he just nodded toward me and then moved on, as if I was of such little significance to him that he didn't feel the need to waste a single word on me.

I couldn't see it, but apparently any woman would have described Nick as the hottest, sexiest, most desirable man she had ever met in her life. He was the epitome of the "tall, dark, and handsome" type: a strong, chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, striking and expressive eyes, lush and perfectly styled jet-black hair, and always just the right amount of five o'clock shadow. I could tell he also had the type of physique any woman would drool over - broad shoulders, big arms, a thick chest, and a narrow waist. It wasn't just his looks and physique, either. Even though he only appeared to be in his mid-30s, Nick was already an extremely well-connected and well-respected attorney with a reputation for ruthlessness, and he knew just about everyone of any importance in the city - the type of guy who could get a table at the most expensive restaurants without a reservation. He was extremely wealthy and was always immaculately dressed in tailored suits and lavish accessories, and he would often travel in limousines and even in his own private jet.

I didn't know this at the time, but Nick also had a reputation as the greatest lover any woman had ever experienced in her life - the type of man who knew a woman's body far better than she did and could play it like a musical instrument he had long ago mastered. There was no shortage of women who wouldkillto be taken back to his apartment, and apparently it wasn't uncommon for Nick to go through several such women a day.

I met Nick for the second time the day I started working for the firm. I had already gotten settled in my new office and was attending to some necessary HR-related paperwork when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. I felt an intense wave of anxiety as I remembered Derek's words of advice earlier that day - to watch myself around Nick, who is not a man to be trifled with.

"Welcome aboard," Nick said unenthusiastically, as if he was just going through the motions.

"Th-thank you," I said nervously, immediately rising to my feet. Right from the start, he made me extremely uneasy just by being in his presence - like a deer that had caught the attention of a hyena.

"Are you getting settled okay?" Nick asked absent-mindedly. The way he said it made it clear that he didn't really care and resented these forced pleasantries.

I eagerly nodded. "Y-yes," I managed to spit out. And then - "Yes, sir," I corrected myself.

"Good," Nick replied. He shifted his gaze and began scanning the office, as if he was inventorying the various items I had brought with me that morning and had positioned around the room. I don't know why, but I got the sense that this was the only reason he was here. Immediately, his attention seemed to focus on one item in particular, and I realized it was a photograph of Jenny which I placed on a filing cabinet underneath the window. I saw his eyes squint a bit as he stared at it for several seconds without saying a word. Then, all of a sudden, a smug, satisfied expression formed on his face. It's hard to describe it, but it was kind of like he knew something I didn't.

"Is that your wife?" Nick finally asked, his eyes still fixed on the photograph, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Yes, sir," I said. I gulped. I couldn't wait for the conversation to finally be over. "Her name is Jenny."

Nick nodded, his attention lingering. "You're a lucky man," he finally said.

"Th-thank you, sir," I said, unsure of myself. "I, uh... I know."

Nick finally shifted his gaze back to me. I felt a mysterious need to hide. Once more, it's hard to describe his expression, but it gave me the sense that he had made up his mind about something and was very satisfied with his decision. "Well," he said at last, "I'll let you get back to it."

And with that, he was gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief to be rid of him at last. I hoped beyond hope that I wouldn't have to be in his presence too much.

Looking back, I now realize that was the moment Nick set his sights on my wife. I, of course, didn't know this at the time - if I had, that first day there would have been my last - but one of Nick's favorite pastimes was to fuck the wives of his employees behind their backs, and he was now determined to fuck my wife just as he had fucked dozens of others.

You see, Nick was a man of almost limitless sexual appetites and a monstrous libido. Hereallyenjoyed having sex with women. And - through some freakish genetic abnormality that allowed his body to regenerate semen almost as fast as it left his body - there seemed to be no limit to how many times he could get off in a given day, so he liked to have sex alot. And hereallyliked to have sex with married women. He evenpreferredmarried women. He found married women to be very sexually experienced, but also inevitably bored of their husbands and starved for the kind of romance and passion only a new man like him could deliver. This made them desperate and grateful for his cock, and helovedit when a woman was desperate and grateful for his cock. Married women also tended to be the easiest to break things off with once he inevitably got bored of them, since they had the most to lose. And, if they were married, it meant they wouldn't look to him for the more unpleasant and inconvenient aspects of a relationship, like emotional intimacy or domestic companionship, which Nick had no interest in. That was their husband's job, while Nick's job was just to enjoy their bodies to his heart's content and fuck them the way these women craved, the way they couldn't bring themselves to let their husbands fuck them.

Lastly, nothing turned Nick on more than knowing he was sexually conquering another man's wife. He loved knowing the sex he was having with her was infinitely more wild, frenzied, and enthusiastic than the sex she was inevitably having with her husband after however many years. He loved knowing he was seeing a side of her that her husband probably so desperately wanted to see but never could, a side of her he probably didn't even know existed. Nick also loved knowing he was forever leaving his mark on the wife - knowing that, even after one single encounter, his unlimited superiority as a man and lover meant she would fantasize about him and pine over him for the rest of her life. He took immense satisfaction in knowing that, deep down inside, she would forever lament over the fact that her husband could never come close to measuring up.

Best of all was to fuck the wives of the men who worked for him. He liked that. And once he set his sights on a woman, her fate would be sealed. He was absolutely confident of that. Nick had yet to encounter a woman who could resist him for very long. Such was his desirability and his uncanny understanding of the female mind and his inhuman ability to manipulate women that he had never failed to seduce one, married or unmarried. Nick saw women as slaves to their desires far more than men, especially with certain types of men and at certain times during their reproductive cycle - in the days leading up to ovulation specifically - and he found that even the most loyal of wives would surrender to his strategic, carefully planned advances. And all it ever took was one single encounter and he would redefine her notions of sexual pleasure, and she would become hopelessly addicted to it, like it was the greatest drug on the planet. Then, no matter how desperately she tried to resist for the sake of her husband and marriage, she would always succumb to her craving to experience it again.