Chanel’s Public Humiliation of Her Husband
Chanel sauntered into the office, her curvy body barely contained by a tight white dress that clung to her ample breasts and accentuated the swell of her pregnant belly. She was determined to humiliate her boring husband Max in front of everyone.
She made a beeline for Max’s cubicle, her stilettos clicking on the tile floor. Max looked up from his computer screen, eyes widening at the sight of his gorgeous wife. “B-babe, what are you doing here?” he stammered.
Chanel smirked and perched on the edge of his desk, crossing her long legs. “I thought I’d surprise you at work, stud. But it looks like you’re the one who’s going to be surprised.” Her hand drifted to her belly. “This baby isn’t yours, Max. I’ve been fucking other men behind your back for months now. Multiple men, in fact.”
Max’s face drained of color. “Wh-what? Chanel, I can’t believe you’d-“
But Chanel silenced him by sliding off the desk and straddling his lap. “Mmm, just relax and watch, husband. It’s about to get real interesting in here.”
She grabbed his tie and pulled his face against her huge tits, making him sniff and lick them. Then she reached down to unzip his pants, freeing his hardening cock. “Oh look, someone’s excited,” Chanel purred. “Well too bad, you don’t get to cum today.”
Suddenly, the cubicle door swung open. Max’s boss and several male coworkers filed in, eyeing Chanel’s body hungrily. “What’s going on in here?” the boss asked.
“Chanel caught me off guard,” Max explained weakly. “I-“
But Chanel cut him off. “Oh don’t mind him, boys. I’m just about to put on a little show. My husband doesn’t satisfy me, if you catch my drift.”
The men exchanged knowing looks and closed in around Max’s chair, eager to take his place in Chanel’s bed. Chanel wrapped her fingers around Max’s cock and pumped it a few times, ignoring his feeble protests.
“Mmm, pathetic,” she taunted. “I need real men to take care of me, not sad little boys like you.” She released him and turned around. “Who wants to fuck me first? I’m so fucking horny…”
The men rushed forward, shoving Max aside. He could only watch in shock and shame as they tore Chanel’s dress off of her, baring her pregnant body to their leering gazes. Chanel moaned whorishly as fingers and tongues explored her tits and cunt.
The first man mounted her, his huge cock spearing into her wet pussy. Chanel wailed in ecstasy, her back arching. “Yes, fuck me hard! Ruin my cunt!” She locked her legs around the man’s waist, impaling herself on his shaft. Her belly jiggled and bounced as he pounded her relentlessly.
Max’s boss took his place next, then another coworker. They fucked Chanel in every position – bent over the desk, on the floor, even standing up with her against the wall. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the office. Semen splattered her belly and tits as each man finished in or on her. Chanel didn’t even bother to clean up between fucks.
Finally, when Chanel’s pussy was a sloppy, gaping mess and her ass was leaking cum, the men retreated, spent. Chanel stood on shaky legs, covered in spunk, and turned to face her husband. “I told you, Max. These men know how to fuck. You’re useless.” She flicked his soft, pathetic cock with her finger. “I think we’re done here. I’m filing for divorce. Don’t try to stop me.”
Max just sat there, tears in his eyes, as Chanel sauntered out and left him to wallow in his utter defeat and humiliation. His wife had fucked an entire office full of men right in front of him and he could do nothing but watch her whore herself out. The shame would haunt him forever.