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Max adjusted his tie in the hotel mirror, his reflection pale beneath the gold-lit vanity. Partner.  Hence, the word thrummed in his skull like a mantra. Four years of 80-hour weeks, brown-nosing senior associates, and swallowing (his boss), Mr. Balor’s condescension had led to this: a private dinner invitation to the Orion Penthouse. Therefore, his boss’s text replayed in his mind — “Bring Margo. Dress her in black lace. The kind that gaps.” Max’s fingers trembled as he zipped his Innocent Hot Young Wife into the thigh-high stockings, her 36DD breasts spilling from the corset he’d bought just for tonight. “You look perfect,” he lied, avoiding her hazel eyes. She didn’t know the price of his ambition. Yet.

The elevator ride to the penthouse was a silent purgatory. Margo’s perfume — jasmine and regret — clung to the air as Balor greeted them, his gaze raking her body like a foreclosure notice. Dinner was a pantomime: oysters, Veuve Clicquot, and Mr.Balor’s stories of “firm loyalty” punctuated by his polished oxfords nudging Max’s shin beneath the table. When the plates cleared, his boss slid a keycard toward Max. “Your Hot Young Wife and I need to discuss your future. Alone.” Margo’s confusion curdled into dread as Max stood, voice hollow. “Do whatever he asks.”

Boss Mounts His Hot Young Wife

Mr.Balor’s hands were on her before the door locked. Emphatically, Margo gasped as he tore the corset laces, her breasts swaying free. “Such a good girl… for a whore,” he growled, biting her neck. Max watched from the leather armchair — his chair, Balor had specified — as his boss’s tongue slithered down her spine. Margo’s moans were knives. Consequently, she arched into Balor’s mouth, her whimpers crescendoing when he unzipped. His cock sprang out, thick as a whiskey bottle, veined and glistening. “Look at him, Margo,” his boss snarled. “Tell your husband why you’re dripping.”

“B-because you’re… bigger,” she choked, cheeks flushing. Meanwhile, Max’s hand drifted to his groin, shame hardening his cock as his boss mounted the Hot Young Wife’s Small Tight Pussy . Consequently, the slap of flesh echoed off the penthouse windows, Margo’s nails clawing the silk sheets. “Your pathetic little dick never stretched me like this!” she cried, her betrayal venomous. Mr.Balor chuckled, drilling deeper. “Scream for him. Let the cuck hear his replacement.” Max jerked himself faster, tears blurring the scene: his Hot Young Wife’s hair fanned across Balor’s thighs, her legs hooked over the bastard’s shoulders, those almond eyes glazing with rapture.

Clean yourself up!

“You’re nothing now,” Margo sneered between thrusts, her voice a stranger’s. Balor flipped her onto her knees, spanking her ass crimson. “Beg for my seed, Mrs. Cuckold.” Thus, she obeyed, whimpering “Please, sir — ruin me!” as he came in hot stripes across her face. Max’s release splattered the carpet, humiliation and arousal sour on his tongue. Afterward, Mr. Balor tossed him a handkerchief. “Clean yourself up. We’re done here.” The dismissal stung worse than the insults.

Margo didn’t speak on the drive home. Consequently, the Hot Young Wife reeked of Balor’s cologne, her smudged lipstick a warped smile. Moreover, Max’s promotion email arrived at 2:37 AM. He deleted it, fingers tracing the bite marks on her thigh. Outside, the city lights blurred — a million eyes watching, judging, hungry. He wondered if his boss would let him watch again. My Hot Young Wife, he thought, tasting bile. His forever.

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