<p>Many years ago my husband and I bought a “Letters to Penthouse” volume at a bookstore with the idea of reading the stories to each other as a way to have a little naughty fun. It turned out to be my first exposure to his cuckold fantasy (though I’m not sure either of us really understood it was his fantasy at the time) as he always seemed to gravitate towards the stories with cuckold and hotwife-related themes. I see that experience as the beginning of so many wonderful things in my life, including this entirely unexpected and wonderful job of writing erotica for you.</p><p>The <a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=read%20to%20your%20cuckold"><strong>Stories You Can Read Your Cuckold</strong></a><strong> </strong>series is inspired by those stories we read each other all those years ago. You can read them to your partner or vice versa, or you can enjoy them as if someone was reading to you (if you’re a supporter at the Audio level you can listen to one story a month being read to you). They’re all confessions of wild, unexpected sexual adventures, just like the Penthouse letters were. I hope you enjoy them :)</p><h3><strong>Cuckolding at the Company Christmas Party</strong></h3><p>Every year my husband’s work throws a great Christmas party. It’s not one of those corporate parties where everyone is sipping an alcohol-free punch and checking their phones to see if enough time has passed for them to skip out without being rude. No, this is a great party. They actually let their employees drink. They rent out a bar. They hire a DJ. People dance. People cut loose. I’m sure they have problems from time to time – people get handsy when they’re drunk, after all – but it’s a damn good time every year.</p><p>This story is about what happened at last year’s Christmas party. It starts with the dress. I was feeling particularly good about my body last year so I went out and bought a killer red dress. It was the kind of dress that hugged my body like a glove and made every inch of me look incredible. It was the kind of dress that made some of the women at the party look at me like I was a whore out to steal their husbands. It was also the kind of dress that made every single man at the party look at me like they wished I was the one they were going home with. It was, in other words, a perfect dress.</p><p>What happened wouldn’t have been possible without a few drinks. I mean, do any stories like this happen without a few drinks? My husband was responsible for getting the drinks and I’m fairly certain he made sure mine was extra strong. He knows that I tend to get wild when I’m a little tipsy, and when I get wild he almost always gets lucky. I suppose you could say he got lucky at that party, though some of you might disagree.</p><p>At some point in the evening my husband pointed out that his boss had been eyeing me all night. He didn’t have to point it out, though. I’d noticed. My husband’s boss is a gorgeous man. Not only that, but he’s exceptionally successful and he has that irresistible air of confidence that rich, powerful men almost always have. I’d noticed that he was eyeing me and I liked it. It made me feel sexy to know that this gorgeous, powerful man couldn’t keep his eyes off of me.</p><p>Normally, my husband would have been the beneficiary of that feeling. I would have dragged him to the bathroom or out to our car for a quick fuck to alleviate some of the intense sexual energy rushing through my body. As you might have guessed, this was not a normal night.</p><p>They’d rented out a bar for the night and cleared most of the tables to the sides so we could all dance. For the most part my husband’s boss watched, only occasionally joining his employees to show off his unexpectedly impressive dance moves.</p><p>On one of those occasions he made his way to where my husband and I were dancing. He started dancing right next to us and before I knew it I was dancing with him. I don’t even remember how it happened, I just know that at some point he was behind me with his hands on my waist and we were dancing together. I probably shouldn’t have let it happen, but I couldn’t help myself. His touch felt so good, and like I said he was a gorgeous man. Plus, after a few drinks I tend to make rash decisions.</p><p>It was when he pulled me closer and I felt his…well, his cock that I kind of lost it. My ability to make good decisions, that is. It was big. His cock. It was big and I swear he was nearly hard. He was nearly hard from dancing with me. I can’t tell you how much it turned me on to know that this man wanted me. He’d been eyeing me all night because he wanted me. My husband’s boss wanted me and I absolutely wanted him.</p><p>I leaned into him. I pushed my ass into his crotch. I felt his cock get harder. His hands guided my hips to the beat of the music and it was kind of like we were fucking with our clothes on and doing it on the dance floor. The bar was pretty dark, but I’m sure some of his coworkers saw. My husband didn’t stop me, though. I don’t know if he was afraid of his boss or he was enjoying the show and in the moment I didn’t care.</p><p>Then, just when I thought I might throw all reason out the window and kiss my husband’s boss, he whispered in my ear. “Meet me out front in a minute. Bring your husband if you want. He can watch.”</p><p>He walked away and for a moment I felt completely dazed. It was almost like I’d actually been fucked on the dance floor, at least based on how my legs were trembling. It was like I was under his spell.</p><p>I told my husband what his boss had said and much to my amazement he didn’t say no immediately. Instead, he asked me if I wanted to do it. I told him I did.</p><p>We waited a minute and left the bar. My husband’s boss was standing next to his Range Rover with the keys in his hand. He opened the back door and gestured for me to get in. I didn’t hesitate. He tossed my husband the keys, said, “You’re driving,” and then got in the back seat with me.</p><p>His lips were on mine the moment the door shut. We were locked deep in a kiss by the time my husband got in the front seat. He turned the car on and asked where we were headed. His boss had set the GPS to his penthouse, though, and it kicked in a few moments later.</p><p>My husband drove as I fooled around with his boss. His fingers made their way up my dress and into my panties just a few minutes into the drive. I was soaked and he slipped inside me with ease. He had this incredible talent for using his thumb to play with my clit while he fingered me and I was putty in his hands in a matter of seconds. I would have fucked him in the car if he’d wanted to.</p><p>I did give him head. It had been years since I’d given a blowjob in a car but I went for it. I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and when he pulled his fingers from my pussy I went for it. I gave him a blowjob and I made sure it was noisy. I figured that my husband had agreed to go along with this so he was into it. I wanted him to hear it. I wanted him to know that I was blowing his boss in the backseat.</p><p>My husband pulled into the parking garage and we caught the elevator to the penthouse apartment without any other passengers, which was a good thing because I couldn’t stop playing with his cock. I damn near dropped to my knees to blow him in the elevator. That ride to the apartment was the first time I noticed my husband was fully erect. It was all the confirmation I needed that he was just as into what we were doing as I was.</p><p>His boss had my dress off moments after we entered his gorgeous apartment. The living room had floor to ceiling windows and I was more than happy to be pressed up against one of them as he kissed me while his hands moved over my naked body.</p><p>He stepped back to strip and I swear I licked my lips when I saw his body. He was lean and powerful and when he approached and picked me up I happily wrapped my legs around him. We kissed as he held me against the window and slipped his cock inside me. I sank down on it and moaned into his mouth. He was long and thick and it felt fucking incredible.</p><p>My husband was on the couch with his cock in his hand and I was up against the window with his boss’s cock in my pussy. It was an insane end to the night and it led to one of the most memorable orgasms I’ve ever had.</p><p>It was the first of many that night. He fucked me all over his apartment before cumming inside me and I spent the night in his bed while my husband spent the night on the couch. We fucked again in the morning and we’ve done so many times since. He gives me what I need, I give him what he needs, and believe it or not, my husband seems to get what he needs too.</p>