How Far Is Too Far?
Copyright© 2025 by DontJudgeMe
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - David and Jia discover a new kink, but how far will they go?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cuckold Slut Wife MaleDom Interracial White Male Oriental Female Big Breasts
David
All this madness started one Wednesday afternoon when I had summoned Tom Jefferson into my office. He was a big man as he stood there in front of my desk, half a head taller than me at least, broad shoulders and a developing gut – typical former jock who was letting himself go, in other words. He had a square face with a strong jaw and blonde, unkept hair. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves unbuttoned, and I could see his tattoo snake its way up his forearms. It looked like a random, swirly pattern, vaguely threatening, somehow. I didn’t care for it.
There was something shifty in his pale, blue eyes. Something untrustworthy. And there was a sour smell around him.
A typical Swede my father would say. He himself had immigrated from Denmark in his twenties and had strong opinions about Swedes. Mostly negative.
But no matter, Tom was one of my underlings and as such, I needed to deal with him.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Martinsen?” he asked while I was looking something up on my computer. The words were servile, but his tone said he didn’t appreciate me wasting his time with this nonsense. I knew he – and others still – regarded me as a nepo-baby that had unfairly been placed above him because of connections. And, well, they weren’t wrong. My dad was one of the company’s most important suppliers and when he’d asked for a job-interview for his son, they weren’t saying no. But he’d only opened the door for me (and, well, maybe pressured them a bit) but I’d been advancing on my own merit for the last five years now. I’d been working hard and diligently, and I’d won the respect of most of my coworkers. Not Tom though.
“Sec,” I told him and held up a finger. Mostly to not let him dictate how this meeting was gonna go. It might sound bad that I had to remind him who was boss, but some people did need it. Especially from a guy who was younger than them.
“Okay, Tom,” I said about 30 seconds later, “we need to talk. Your numbers are down. You have lots of cases that aren’t being closed.” There, bluntly said.
He clenched his jaw but forced out through tight lips: “I’m sorry ... sir.”
“I don’t want to let you go,” I said honestly – even though he was incompetent, in the short run it would be easier if we didn’t have to train a new guy, “but you’re gonna have to pick up some slack.”
“I’m working as hard as anybo-” he began but I held up a hand.
“This is not a competition,” I said, though of course it was, “but we – the company – expect better results. So, close your cases, get them done, stop scrolling reddit and ... well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I always stay late on Wednesdays. Until you’re all caught up, so will you.” Some people only respond to clear and concise orders.
He flushed, opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it.
“Yes, sir,” he said in an angry tone, “how late?”
I shrugged, “I stay till eighth or nine, depending on what needs to be done ... you can leave before, but you need to make a dent in the backlog you’ve accumulated.”
“Yes, sir,” he muttered darkly, “was that all?”
“It was,” I nodded, and he left.
“Hey sweetie!” my wonderful wife, Jia said as she entered my office a couple of hours later, “I got you Chinese, Kung Pao Chicken.”
“You’re a life-saver,” I exclaimed and stood to hug her. She kissed me and smiled, that wonderful smile that lit up the room. I loved that smile, and I loved her. She was smart, funny and good ... and oh, so sexy! She had a heart-shaped face, large, dark almond-shaped eyes and a mouth that could turn the coldest, darkest day bright. In her left nostil she had a piercing with a small, silver heart – an act of rebellion she’d gotten the day after she turned 18.
“You need your energy,” she answered and smiled at me, like she always did. Jia came by every Wednesday night with dinner for me – often take-out, sometimes something home-cooked if she had the time.
“So, I noticed we’re not alone,” she said while I unpacked the paper-bag she’d handed me and nodded at the closed door, behind which the larger office-space was where Tom still sat in his cubicle, presumably working.
“Yeah, that’s Tom. He’s a little behind, so I told him he had to work late Wednesdays same as me.”
“Ooooh, the bad boss-man commanding his minions,” she said in a teasing voice and bit her lower lip. Suddenly the atmosphere was dripping with sex, and I had no idea how she’d done it.
She really was something.
“Gotta keep them in line,” I grinned.
“You’re sexy when you’re stern,” she said and gave me a smoldering look through her long, dark eye-lashes.
“Yeah? Am I getting lucky tonight?” I asked and cast a quick glance at her breasts. The grey blouse and the blue skirt-combo wasn’t what I ordinarily would call sexy, but this woman made it work.
“You just might,” she grinned back.
We bantered a little more before she left me to my food. I followed her to the door – as I always did – and watched her walk away ... and noticed something. After she’d passed his cubicle, Tom stuck his head up and watched her too. She didn’t notice but there was no doubt in my mind that this creep of a guy was staring my wife’s ass.
I should give that pervert a piece of my mind. I should chew that guy out and make him apologise. I should tear him a new one. I really should.
Instead, I stood with a heavily beating heart and watched the back of his head as he in turn watched the back of my wife. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I felt my hands shake ever so slightly.
At this point it’s probably the best to explain something that happened about a year before Jia and I got married ... so about three years ago now. She was gone for a couple of weeks, visiting some family in Korea, and I couldn’t go because of work – I was busy climbing the ladder.
Well, weeks without my gorgeous girlfriend caused quite a bit of alone-time, and a fair bit of that time was spent with, well ... porn. And let me tell you, there are some rabbit-holes out there, and I fell into one of them.
More and more, my porn-searches started to be about men whose wives were unfaithful, with or without their husband’s knowledge. And it didn’t stop when Jia came home.
I wouldn’t say it became an obsession and I wasn’t addicted or anything. I still watched ordinary porn as well. Not that I was addicted to regular porn either!
But standing there, letting my wife being ogled by this repulsive man-beast, it suddenly became real. Instead of yelling at him, I silently walked back into my office and quietly closed the door.
“Ah ... that was good!” Jia sighed as I rolled off her, a small, very pleased smile on her lips.
“Oh yeah...” I agreed. It had been good. I’d really been in the zone, so turned on! Because she was hot and sexy ... not because of Tom staring at her. Definitely not.
“You’re so hot...” I snuggled up close to her, putting my head on her golden shoulder, filling my vision with her large, beautiful breasts. Unlike many Asian girls, Jia was deliciously curvy.
Well, she was now, after the 35 grand we’d paid a surgeon to enhance them last year. Not that she’d been exactly flat before but apparently, she’d been comparing herself with larger-breasted friends (and her immaculate sister Nari), so it’d been a hole in her self-consciousness. Ever since the operation, she’d been happier and more pleased with herself ... and more eager to dress ... let’s say provocatively. Maybe that had helped in firing up my cuckolding-fantasies? Who could say?
At any rate, they were mouth-wateringly sexy. Big and firm with dark-brown areolas and nipples. And her ass was to die for, tight and round and strong, and she made sure to keep it that way with intense work-outs.
“Mhm, you’re not so bad yourself,” she smiled.
We lay in silence for a while.
“You know, you got a new admirer today,” my mouth suddenly blurted out.
“What?” she asked, looking at me.
I told her about Tom staring at her.
“Did you yell at him?” she asked, grinning at me.
“Eh ... no. I, eh ... I just went back to work,” I muttered, suddenly feeling a little ashamed. Why had I told her about it? I could have just kept my mouth shut, and she would never have known.
“So ... you just let him?” she asked, her brows furrowed. Not angry or anything, more ... bewildered.
“Eh...” I really didn’t have an answer. I could have put him in his place that was true, but I hadn’t.
Again, there was a long silence. This one was less comfortable though, at least to me, and to Jia too, I thought. She was playing with her nose-piercing, something she always did when she was nervous.
“Is this because of that Discord-server you’re on?” she finally asked, her voice carefully neutral and looked at me.
My stomach plummeted. What did she say? What did she know?
“Eh ... what...?” I tried.
“You know, your Discord-server. ‘Cucks and hotwives captions’? That Discord-server,” she rolled onto her side, looking at me more intensely. Her new position did interesting things to her boobs but suddenly I was in no mood to stare at her.
“You ... you know about that?” I asked lamely. Of course she did, she wasn’t pulling that name out of her ass.
“You left your computer on sometime last month, and I was curious,” she shrugged, “what, it’s no big deal. You hadn’t posted anything though.”
“No, I’m ... I’m just...” I said.
“Lurking,” she nodded, as if it made perfect sense.
“Eh, yeah...” I admitted.
The Discord-server was, as the name suggested, dedicated to the cuckold-hotwife lifestyle, more specific images or short videos with captions added to them. Like a picture of a sexy woman dressed up and the text would read something like “Just stay and wait while I have fun with your friends, cucky.” Or a close-up of a pussy dripping with cum and it would say “dinner’s served, cuck.”
You get the point. It was not a nice, respectful place but I’d found myself going there more often than I’d care to admit.
“So ... is it?” she asked, bringing me back to Earth.
“I-what?” I replied.
“That thing with your bad coworker ... what’s-his-name...” she waved her hand as she tried to remember.
“Tom,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, that. Is that why you brought it up now? Oh my, is that why you were so ... turned on ... tonight?” Her eyes lit up in a mischievous way, “It is, isn’t it?”
“I don’t ... I’m not...” I tried to speak, to defend myself but my head was numb. I had no idea what to say or even think.
“I’m sorry, nae sarang, I’m just teasing you,” she said in a soothing voice, using her favourite Korean pet-name for me, “it’s okay...” She leaned in and gave me a long kiss.
“I love you no matter what,” she assured me.
“I love you too,” I said, almost automatically.
Again, a silence descended on the bedroom. I was trying to figure out what to say but nothing came to me.
Naturally, Jia didn’t stay silent for long. She chewed on her lower-lip and reached down and found my dick under the quilt. Despite cumming inside her ... what, ten minutes ago? Fifteen? ... I was already half-hard. She wrapped her small hand around me and started stroking me slowly. What was happening? No matter what it was, I was not gonna stop it!
“Do you think he liked what he saw?” she wondered.
“Eh?” I asked stupidly, despite knowing what she was thinking.
“Your guy. Tom. Do you think he liked what he saw?” she explained, still stroking me.
“I ... guess...” I answered. Was she going where I thought she was going? Butterflies were flapping their wings in my stomach.
“Hmm ... that blue skirt is not the sexiest,” she said in a regretful tone, her hand moving fast on my dick now. It felt so good!
“I ... well, maybe not...” I conceded.
“Still ... my butt looks good in anything, doesn’t it?” she continued. There was only one right answer to that question, and I knew it.
“Oh yeah!” I agreed. My dick was full-on hard by now but I stayed motion-less. This was her show, and I dared not move in fear of interrupting something that could be wonderful.
“So he liked it, you think?” she concluded, “he liked looking at his boss’ wife’s butt?”
“I bet he did!” I groaned, very aroused by now. Compared to what was going on on the Discord-server this was pretty tame, but it was real, it was Jia and not some random chick online and that made all the difference.
“Yeah,” she agreed slowly, “he liked looking, didn’t he? Looking at his boss’ woman ... at your woman...”
“Uh-huh!” I grunted, breathing hard now.
“And instead of defending your woman,” she continued, “you just let him stare, didn’t you? You just looked on, as his eyes feasted on your woman...”
“Ye-yes...” I admitted, ashamed and aroused at the same time.
She gave me a long look before continuing, her hand still working wonders on my dick.
“He didn’t just want to look though, did he?” she asked me, her eyes on mine.
“No ... no, he didn’t,” I admitted, staring back into her beautiful, almond eyes.
In a quick movement, she let go of me and flipped the cover off me, letting my dick out into the open. We could both easily see, how hard it was. How hard her words of Tom had made me. Well, and her hand.
She crawled up on me, letting my dick into her warm, wet pussy, which I had greased up not so long ago.
“Mhm...” she sighed and I moaned in response. She began riding me, her strong pussy doing its best to milk me.
“Tell me ... ah...” she demanded, “tell me what he wanted...”
“I eh ... I don’t...” I stammered, caught between the naughtiness, the embarrassment and the sheer pleasure.
“Tell me,” she demanded, much more forceful than I’d ever seen her before. Truth be told, this was a side of Jia that was completely new to me – and I liked it! She was very demure and very conservative when it came to sex. Oh, sure, she’d tease and suggest and be just the naughtiest little girl ever ... until we got to the bedroom (and we ever only had sex in the bed in the bedroom). Then it was more ... automatic. Foreplay was kissing and me playing with her boobs and light fingering of each other. And then the sex was either missionary or cowgirl as now.
Nothing else. No oral. No dirty talk. Nothing like that. I’d once asked her to call me Daddy while we were doing it, and she’d looked at me as if I’d suggested we eat out of the garbage-can tonight.
When we had sex, we told each other how much we loved one another, how good it felt ... and personally, I was prone to call upon God when the big O reared its delicious head - Jia however never misused God’s name in such a way, just like she never cursed or swore, something I also had a hard time refraining from when her tight pussy was milking me.
And now out of the blue this? Maybe that’s what made it so much hotter. So much naughtier.
Maybe that’s what made me admit to the truth.
“He wants to fuck you!” I gasped out loud.
“Yeeesss ... he does...” she moaned.
Then she didn’t say anymore. She just rode me, her long raven-black hair swinging wildly and it didn’t take too long before she came in a cute moan and I groaned loudly and filled her again.
Jia
David was asleep. Poor guy, I’d completely drained him, in more ways than one.
Twice in one night, that was something of a record for us.
And it had confirmed what I’d been suspecting for a while now.
David was not happy with our sex-life.
I was failing him.
That Discord-server had been something of an eye-opener. I’d known he liked sex – that was fine, I did too. And he was so... good. So patient, so compassionate. He always made sure I got mine before he came. When my friends talked about their sex-lives (especially my Korean friends) they always made it sound like a chore, like something that should be done. But their husbands didn’t seem to care about their enjoyment, so it made sense.
David was different, and that’s what made it so terrible that he was unhappy. He deserved to get whatever he wanted. Even if he wanted was ... well, weird. And why that Tom-guy? I couldn’t remember meeting him but from David’s descriptions he was a pretty unimpressive guy. If he wanted to be jealous, there were loads of hotter guys at the gym, checking me out, even hitting on me. Not that I’d ever given them the slightest interest - David was enough for me!
It had been surprisingly easy, actually, playing with him like that. And surprisingly hot, if I were honest. I felt myself blush as I recalled what I’d done, what I’d said. It had certainly been way out of my comfort-zone.
But he’d liked it, and that was what mattered. He’d brought up that silly Tom-person, so clearly, he had meant something with it. My poor husband was obviously ashamed of his ... well, his little kink but he’d found the courage to bring him up.
Oh my, the filthy things I’d said! Hopefully, he wouldn’t resent me in the morning. He had liked it now, but tomorrow?
We’d see. If he regretted it, I’d apologise and we’d go back to the old ways. If not ... well, it had been quite exciting. Even if my parents wouldn’t approve, we could have some fun with it.
“About last night,” David said next morning, as I was cooking breakfast for us. He was standing next to me, looking at the coffee-maker as the coffee ran down into the pot. He was decisively not looking at me, I couldn’t help but notice.
“Yes?” I asked, making sure my voice was light, even though my heart was suddenly beating like mad.
“I ... ehm ... I just want to say...” he said slowly, clearly embarrassed, “that it ... that it was ... so good.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said with that wry smile I knew he loved.
He grabbed me and kissed me. Hard. Intense. In a way that made me just melt.
“I love you,” he whispered, staring into my eyes.
“I love you too,” I said back. He looked into my eyes for a little while, as if searching for something. Then he slowly nodded and relaxed, giving me that boyish smile that had first won me over, despite him not being Korean ... well, worse than that, being white.
We ate our breakfast, and neither of us mentioned last night again, but I was sure we were both thinking about it. At least I was.
I had gotten an idea...
David
I met Tom outside the elevator the next morning. It felt odd.
“Hey Tom, good work last night,” I nodded at him, forcing myself to act naturally.
He gave me an angry glare and the tiniest of nods and mumbled, “thanks, boss.”
We didn’t say anything else as the elevator arrived and we moved into it, and while I made sure my face was impassive, I couldn’t help checking him out out of the corner of my eye. He really was nothing special. A large, coarse-looking man. Large hands too. Not that that mattered in the slightest. I certainly didn’t care about the size of his ... hands.
When we reached our floor, I hurried out ahead of him.
Work was dull, as work is. I did notice that Tom’s numbers were up – staying late yesterday (alongside my pep-talk about making better use of the time) had worked. A few months of working late every Wednesday, and he’d be up to square. And that was all I needed to think about the guy. I needed to shut down whatever else I was thinking about him and his checking out my wife. I needed to stay professional.
About an hour before I was heading home, I got an odd text from Jia: [You’re about to get a message. Don’t open it unless you’re alone.]
What could it be? She was most likely at home by now – she was a librarian at the local library but only worked part-time, around 20 hours a week.
When the message came, I stood alone in my office, looking out my window, wondering what was going on ... and boy was I glad I was alone when I did open it!
It was a picture of Jia, standing in front of our bathroom-mirror with her phone in her hand – obviously taking a selfie. She was wearing a short, orange skirt – so short it only reached halfway down her thighs, leaving a lot of her deliciously smooth skin bare. A white crop-top covered her breasts, though only barely, and it was so tight that they strained to break free, and it left her soft tummy bare.
Her nipples were impossible to miss through the thin fabric; they were hard and pointed right at me. She gave the camera – me – that sexy smile, biting her bottom-lip, and her dark eyes radiated sexiness.
And worst ... or best? ... of all: across the screen stood a text ... a caption: ‘Don’t tell my husband I go out dressed like this!’
“Oh my God,” I muttered. This was ... this was unbelievable! Out of this world! I sat down at my desk, studying the image, committing everything to memory. I noticed her left hand on the counter and saw the flash reflected in her wedding-ring. The swell of her gigantic breasts, the way her white teeth stood against her dark-red lips, her cute belly-button that she sometimes talked about getting pierced...
I realized I had a raging hard-on. I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to go home to her, I wanted ... fuck, I didn’t know what I wanted.
Well, that wasn’t true. I wanted her. Should I just leave already?
Was she even home – the text had said not to tell me she was going out like that. But that was obviously just a line thrown on to entice me. Right?
Right. It had to be.
But what if it wasn’t?
But it was. Of course it was.
[Youre so unbelievably sexy!!!] I wrote back. But she didn’t reply. No more texts, no more dirty pictures, not even an acknowledgement that she got my text. She left me on read. As if she really had gone out...
I didn’t get much more done that day, instead I stared at my phone and debated what to do. In the end, I did leave work early – for the first time in forever.
And of course she was waiting for me at home, still wearing that sexy outfit. It looked even better in real life! Immediately when I saw her, I kissed her, my hands roaming her sexy body, wanting to touch her everywhere. I pushed the top up above her tits, groping her like a teenager. She really had the most beautiful breasts, the tan colour, the dark-brown aerolas and the small, hard nipples.
She led me to the bedroom – I tried to stop at the couch, thinking she was perhaps willing to explore some fun outside the bedroom but she insisted, and, honestly, I was in no mood to argue.
I pushed her down on the bed, and pulled her skirt up, showing off her long, sexy legs ... and her black bush, covering her sacred cave. She wasn’t wearing panties! For my modest wife to go commando was quite unheard of, so it came as quite the shock.
“You like?” she asked, all shyly but with this incredibly sexy smile.
“God yes!” I said. I moved my face in between her legs, hoping to taste my amazing woman for the first time but she closed her legs and put a hand on my head.
“Don’t, David,” she bade me, “it’s ... dirty.”
I knew she showered regularly, and I had no doubt she kept herself clean down there but again, I wasn’t going to argue. Instead I gave her a loving kiss on her stomach and used a finger on her. She was already quite wet so I quickly added another.
“Mhm, come here,” she asked, and I was only too eager to obey. I got out of my clothes on my way, kissing her large, wonderful boobs and sucking on her nipples on the way up to her mouth that greeted me warmly.
My cock had been hard more or less since she sent me that picture ... well, it seemed that way at least, and positioning me atop of her, I slid into her wet, wonderful pussy with no problems.
She moaned and I grunted, and it felt so good! She was wet and tight and wonderful, and I wanted to stay in her forever. But I also really wanted to make sweet love to her and cum in her.
“Oooh ... David...” she sighed.
“You’re so hot!” I whispered into her ear.
“Yeah? You liked it?” she asked, her beautiful eyes looking up at me.
“Of course! You’re beautiful,” I answered, “and you’re, uh! dressed like a sex-goddess!”
“Ooh ... you ... do you think ... Tom would like it?” she wondered in between moans.
Why would she ask that? I stopped what I was doing and stared down at her, noticing her naughty smile. It was just sex-talk, right? Was she playing me or was there more to it?
Either way, it was HOT as FUCK!
“GOD yes!” I groaned, “oh God, he’d ... fuck, he’d love you in that!”
No more sweet love. I grabbed her hard and fucked her, her words echoing in my ears.
It didn’t take long before my sweet wife was moaning loudly and writhing in orgasm, and I only barely managed to hold my own off long enough.
“He! Would! Love! IT!” I grunted as I fired my gun deep inside her and collapsed on top of her.
We lay there for a while, both of us gasping. It had been the best sex we’d had in something like forever. And honestly, that fact shamed me. Bringing that oaf into our bedroom – even if it only was in spirit – shouldn’t affect us this way. Well, it was mostly me, I supposed, as Jia was mainly playing up to my twisted fantasies.
“You know I’m only doing this for you, right?” she said, echoing my thoughts.
“You are?” I asked, feeling a little let down. I thought she’d enjoyed herself.
“Oh. I ... I don’t mind I’m not not having fun.” That old Jia-smile appeared on her lips, “I am! A lot! But ... if ... only if you’re okay with it. No, not okay ... only as long as you enjoy it.”
“Yeah, I understand,” I nodded, appreciating where she was heading.
“Because I love you,” she told me earnestly, looking into me.
“I love you too ... you’re an incredible wife,” I answered and kissed her.
Jia
Tonight certainly confirmed my suspicions. David wasn’t happy. But he could be. I could make him happy, if I only made a little effort.
Okay, the picture had been a lot of effort. Not just the slutty clothes but the whole ... sending naughty pictures to my husband. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him but what if it ended up in the wrong hands. People’s phones got hacked all the time.
And the words! I’d been shaking when I sent it to him, worried that he’d take it the wrong way and get upset. I’d been so relieved when he texted me back, but I couldn’t think of anything more to write. Anything would be lame after a picture like that, so I just ... didn’t. Maybe it was mean but he seemed to like it.
I looked down at my beloved husband as he snored ever so slightly beside me. He was so handsome, even in his sleep. I loved him so much!
“If this is what you want, nae sarang, my love, then I’ll make sure you get it...” I promised him. It felt like a solemn vow though I wasn’t really sure what I was promising.
Then I snuggled up to him and I fell asleep too.
David
Over the next couple of days, life returned to normal. We had some fun sex during the weekend, but while I certainly was thinking ever so slightly about Tom and his clear interest in my wife, nothing out of the ordinary was mentioned.
And as a new week started, we seemingly moved away from all this Tom-nonsense. Which was for the best. Definitely.
I didn’t want to bring it up again. Not only was I thoroughly embarrassed that she now knew, it would also feel incredibly needy. Even though she’d been cool with it, it seemed it was a one-time thing.
Wednesday came, and I locked the kinky thoughts away. Maybe one day, I wistfully thought to myself as I looked at Tom’s numbers. There was a marked improvement, and I felt good about myself. Yeah, it was mean to make him stay late, but it’d have been meaner to fire him, right? I was teaching a man to fish, as the old saying went. At five, my secretary, Alice popped into my office.
“I’m off for the day, bossman,” she said and her lips formed her trademarked cheeky smile of hers. She really was the treasure of the office - efficient, smart and hard-working ... and also, I could admit to myself, damn cute - a secret thought I’d take to my grave.
“Sure,” I answered and smiled back, “see you tomorrow.”
“Don’t work too hard now,” she admonished me in a mock-stern voice and left. The large office-space emptied out, except for Tom of course. I ignored him, though a part of me was wondering if he was gonna stare at my wife again when she arrived.
Not that it mattered. It didn’t. I’d locked that kink away, as I said.
It was just nice to know that other men found her attractive ... for some reason.
I’d ... better get back to work.
“Dinner’s here!” At around quarter past six, my door opened, and Jia entered.
“Right on time, hon-” I interrupted myself as I looked up at her, really looked at her.