[MRSS-183] My Spouse’s Secret Job Led to a Forbidden Romance with Her Boss

The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife as Aya Konami, my so-called devoted wife, bends over the counter, her huge butt on full display while she pretends to polish glasses. I can hear the soft, wet sounds of her solowork as she rubs herself through her uniform, thinking I’m none the wiser. But I know the truth—every time she heads to that bar for her part-time shift, it’s not just a job. She’s been sneaking off with that slimy store manager, their whispers and stolen touches fueling a fire that’s been burning since she started trying to conceive. The way she moans under her breath, lost in her own fantasies, it’s like she’s already forgotten our bed, our plans, everything. Her fingers work faster, and I can almost see the flush on her cheeks as she imagines his hands on her instead, this married woman unraveling right before my eyes, her loyalty crumbling with every sinful thought.

Last night, I followed her, and what I saw made my blood boil. In the back room of the bar, that manager had her pinned against the wall, his mouth on her neck as she gasped for air. She wasn’t resisting—no, she was begging for more, her huge butt grinding against him while she whispered promises she should only make to me. The creampie they shared was the ultimate betrayal, a messy, intimate act that sealed their affair in the most depraved way. I watched from the shadows, a silent cuckold forced to witness my own humiliation, as he filled her up, marking her as his in a way that no ring or vow ever could. Her cries echoed in the small space, a symphony of lust that drowned out any memory of our attempts to start a family, leaving me hollow and raging inside.

Now, as she comes home smelling of him and cheap liquor, she tries to act normal, but I can see the guilt and pleasure warring in her eyes. That huge butt of hers sways with a new confidence, a trophy from her nights of deceit, and I know she’s already thinking about the next time. The creampie he gave her is a secret she carries, a dirty reminder that she’s chosen him over our marriage, and I’m left to pick up the pieces. Every glance, every touch between us feels tainted, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s imagining his hands on her even now, this married woman turned into a wanton slut for a man who’s stolen everything from me. The affair isn’t just a fling—it’s a slow, agonizing cuckoldry that’s eating me alive, and all I can do is watch as she falls deeper into his depraved world.