My ears pricked up and I smiled. Getting out of my computer chair, I hurried out of our bedroom and met my darling wife in the living room, where she was in the process of taking off her shoes. “Welcome home, my darling,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her. “How was your day?”
Olivia disengaged from the hug, looking a little troubled. “It was okay…” she said awkwardly.
I frowned. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Something’s bothering you.”
She bit her lip. “I’m … I’m not sure how to say this…”
“Why don’t we sit down?” I suggested. “Whatever’s bothering you, we’ll figure it out together. We always do.”
So we sat down next to each other on the sofa, and I waited patiently for Olivia to speak.
“It’s Chet,” she said, after a few seconds’ hesitation. “He … he groped me today.”
“What?” I said, alarmed. “Seriously? I thought he was … you know … a nice guy!”
“He is,” said Olivia unhappily. “I mean, he’s been very kind to me^pI wasn’t remotely qualified for this job but he took me on anyway, and he’s been very patient with all my mistakes. And he’s never done anything like this before. At least not with me.”
“But … what happened, exactly?” I asked. I wanted to try to understand.
Olivia shrugged. “I was in his office – standing next to his chair – he was going through the newsletter, like usual, suggesting changes as I made notes on my pad … then when he was done, and I turned to leave, he … he patted my butt and said, ‘Thanks Olivia, good job.’”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “Just one pat?”
Olivia nodded. “Sort of cupping my left buttock through my skirt. It was brief, but … I was shocked!”
“I’m sure!” I said. “What did you do?”
“I just walked out quickly,” said Olivia, her cheeks reddening. “What else could I do? He’s the boss!”
I sighed. “At a bigger company, you could report him to HR for that,” I remarked. “But … does Moonbeam even have an HR person?”
Olivia shook her head. “No,” she said. “There’s only six of us in total, and Chet’s at the top. There’s nobody I could complain to but him.”
I bit my lip. “I … I don’t want to make light of it,” I said, “since it was clearly an awful thing for him to do, but … is there any chance you can just … let it slide?”
“What choice do I have?” said Olivia with a shrug. “I’m not about to quit over one bottom-pat. I was extremely lucky to get this job and I don’t imagine I’ll be able to find another one that pays this well. And we need the money!”
I nodded. My own career as an abstract artist was not going very well, and we were currently totally reliant on Olivia’s income. “I … I feel pretty good about my latest piece,” I said optimistically. “I think I’ll be able to sell this one.”
Olivia smiled. “I’m sure you will,” she said. “Your art is amazing.”
I smiled gratefully. It meant a lot that Olivia, at least, loved my artwork.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I smiled happily, and turned off the television as Olivia entered the room. “Welcome home!” I said, before noticing her expression. “What’s wrong?”
Olivia slumped down on the sofa. “Chet patted my butt again,” she said.
“Oh no!” I groaned. “Is this going to become a daily occurrence?”
“I don’t know,” said Olivia unhappily. “I hope not! But … what if it does?”
I fidgeted nervously. “Can you … I don’t know … ask him not to…?”
Olivia gulped. “I suppose that’s the only thing I can do,” she admitted. “Other than just putting up with it. I’m just … I’m afraid to confront him.”
I could understand this, having met Chet twice. On both occasions he was very polite and friendly, but there was no getting around the fact that he was a beast of a man: six-foot-three and three hundred pounds, with heavy brows and an excessively broad jaw. Even while calm he was intimidating; I could imagine he was terrifying when angry.
Olivia did not have to imagine that, of course; she had seen him lose his temper at one of his underlings. The way she had described the scene had made my hair stand on end, and I had no doubt that my lovely wife would do almost anything to avoid bringing her boss’s anger down upon herself.
“Maybe,” I suggested reluctantly, “you shouldn’t say anything to him. I’d hate for him to react badly to it.”
Olivia almost looked relieved. “That’s kind of what I was thinking, too,” she said. “I mean … obviously it’s wrong for him to touch me like that … but if it’s a choice between enduring it, and risking upsetting him by complaining about it … I think I’d rather just endure it.”
I nodded. “Was it … the same situation as last time?”
“Pretty much,” Olivia confirmed. “Just a pat on my left buttock as I left his desk. Um … his hand might have lingered just a fraction longer than it did last time, I suppose.” She laughed nervously. “Maybe I just need to get away from his desk a little quicker in future.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Just try not to be too obvious about it, or he might comment on it, and that might lead to an awkward conversation…”
Olivia nodded. “Yes … yes, that would be uncomfortable,” she agreed. “I’ll be subtle.”
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I hastily turned off my Nintendo Switch and tucked it beneath the sofa as my beloved Olivia entered the room. “Welcome home,” I said. “How was work?”
Olivia sighed as she sat down beside me. “Well … Chet didn’t grope me today, at least,” she said.
“Oh!” I said. “Well that’s good news, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “But … he did ask me something rather inappropriate,” she continued glumly.
“Oh?” I asked warily.
“He said he prefers it when I wear skirts,” she said. “And he … he asked me not to wear pants again in the office.”
My jaw dropped. “Can he do that?” I asked, shocked.
She shrugged. “It’s his company,” she said. “He can impose a dress code if he wants – as he pointed out. He said he doesn’t want to have to announce a formal dress code, but he’d prefer me to stick to skirts from now on.”
“Ugh,” I said. “Well, you already wear skirts to the office quite often.”
“I know … so it probably shouldn’t bother me,” admitted Olivia. “But it’s one thing to wear a skirt by choice; it’s another to be required to wear one.”
“So … what are you going to do?” I inquired.
“Wear skirts exclusively to work, I guess,” she replied resignedly. “I have enough to mix it up, so I don’t repeat outfits too much.”
“And you’ll be comfortable doing that?” I asked her anxiously.
She hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll have to be. No point in getting all righteously indignant about it. Like the bottom-patting, I’ll just endure it.”
“Okay,” I said, not entirely convinced.
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I closed up my laptop, left our bedroom, and trotted through to the living room. Olivia was just taking off her jacket, and kicking off her shoes. In her knee-length skirt and blouse, she looked very professional. “I hope this outfit met with Chet’s approval?” I said, after giving her a kiss.
“Yeah, it did,” she said uncomfortably. “Maybe too much so. He got a bit too familiar with his hands.”
“Again?” I said, rolling my eyes in exasperation. “Same as before?”
“Not quite,” said Olivia, looking rather embarrassed. “While I was at his desk, going over the newsletter, he put his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip. It made me very uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare say anything. It wasn’t as bad as a grope, I guess. But then, when we were done, he took his hand off my hip, lowered it to my butt … and he gave my left buttock a gentle squeeze through my skirt!”
“Yikes!” I said, appalled. “What did you say?”
“Well we were done, so I just hurried out of his office,” said Olivia unhappily. “I don’t know … what else could I have done?”
I thought for a bit. “How about next time you say, ‘Please don’t do that, Chet’? It’s not really a complaint, so perhaps it won’t antagonise him. It’ll just be a request – and if he’s a decent boss, he’ll respect it.”
Olivia shivered. “I … I guess I could try that,” she said. “Okay, I will. I just hope it works.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I turned off my phone, and smiled up at Olivia as she entered the living room. “Welcome home,” I said, but my face fell as I saw her unhappy expression. “Uh-oh – what happened today?”
She kicked off her shoes, scowling. “It didn’t work,” she said shortly, before flopping down next to me on the sofa.
“What didn’t?” I asked.
“Asking Chet not to touch my butt,” grumbled Olivia.
“Oh?” I said nervously. “Why? What did he say?”
Olivia sighed. “We were going over the newsletter, like usual,” she said, “and then I felt his hand on my hip. It stayed there for a while … but then, even before we were done, he moved it down to my buttock, and gave it a squeeze. I said, ‘Please don’t do that, Chet,’ and he said, ‘Oh, lighten up, Olivia – it’s just a sign of affection.’ And he carried on rubbing my butt through my skirt, while casually talking about the newsletter!”
“Ugh!” I groaned. “The man can’t take a hint!”
“Tell me about it,” said Olivia ruefully.
“Perhaps you’ll need to be more … forceful?” I suggested.
Olivia shook her head. “And risk upsetting him?” she said. “I daren’t be more forceful than I was – I’m sorry, but I just can’t. Right now I’m the only person in the office he never yells at, and I really don’t want that to change. Particularly since I’m the least valuable and most overpaid person there!”
“Point taken,” I conceded. “Probably not a good idea to lay down the law to the angry giant who pays your wages. But then … what are you going to do?”
Olivia shrugged. “I … I don’t know. Just … put up with it, I guess? Unless you have a better idea?”
I thought for a while. “I really don’t,” I finally admitted. “But jeez, Olivia – I hate to think of you having to go through that … to have to just stand there while he’s groping your butt.”
Olivia grimaced, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled at the idea either. But at least it’ll keep me on his good side.”
“I guess so,” I said uneasily.
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
I hastily tucked my cock away and closed my laptop. Sauntering through to the living room, I smiled at Olivia as she sat down wearily on the sofa. “Hi darling,” I said. “Rough day at work?”
“It was mostly okay,” Olivia conceded. “Chet was pleased with my work on today’s newsletter, at least. He…”
“I don’t know how you manage to come up with a whole new online newsletter website every day,” I remarked, shaking my head. “The amount of work you must put into that…”
“Oh, it’s not as hard as you make it sound,” said Olivia, undoing her ponytail and letting her wavy brown hair tumble loosely about her shoulders. “I only add a couple of new articles each day; the rest get pushed back and shuffled around to fit the page. Sometimes I have to edit them down for space … but it’s really just a couple of hours’ work each day.”
“Ah, I see,” I said. “Well, I’m glad Chet was pleased with your work today. Did he…”
“Yes,” said Olivia with a sigh. “While we were going over it, his hand was on my left buttock, rubbing and squeezing it through my skirt. It was hard to ignore, but I did my best.”
I shuddered. “I’m so sorry,” I said.
Olivia bit her lip. “There’s more,” she said uncomfortably. “He … he really liked this skirt.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not surprised,” I said. “It’s probably the shortest one you’ve worn to the office so far.”
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed. “I mean, it’s not exactly indecent, but I only have so many work-appropriate skirts, and today it was this one’s turn. But I think it may have been a mistake.”
“Why…?” I inquired nervously.
“Because he really liked it,” Olivia replied. “And he said it really suited me, and that he’d love to see me in more skirts of this length … and maybe even a bit shorter. He said I have the perfect legs for short skirts, and I shouldn’t be afraid to show them off.”
“Oh!” I said uncertainly. “Well … that doesn’t sound too bad. I mean … it sounds like it was more of a suggestion than a request…”
Olivia shook her head. “You don’t know Chet,” she said. “His ‘suggestions’ are never just suggestions. Trust me, it was a request … and a request from Chet isn’t something you just ignore.”
“Oh,” I said, nonplussed. “Well … heck, Olivia – does he expect you to just go out and buy a whole new wardrobe? Does he think you’re made of money?”
Olivia sighed. “Money isn’t a problem,” she said. “You see, I tried to get out of it by saying, ‘Oh but Chet, this is my shortest work skirt – I don’t have any others like this.’ And he said, ‘Here, feel free to go on a shopping spree – on the company!’ And he handed me the company credit card.”
“Well shit,” I said. “You’re really going to do it, then? Go out and buy a bunch of short skirts, for Chet’s entertainment?”
Olivia grimaced. “I don’t want to,” she said, “but I’m not sure I dare show up to work on Monday in a knee-length skirt. He’ll be expecting something short – and I daren’t disappoint him.”
I sighed. “What a tough position he’s put you in!” I remarked. “I’m sorry, Olivia – I wish there were something I could do to help.”
“You could come shopping with me tomorrow,” she suggested hopefully. “Give me a bit of moral support?”
“Oh, of course!” I said. “Least I can do.”
“You can give me your opinions as I model different skirts for you,” said Olivia with a smile. “I’m sure that won’t be too much of a hardship for you.”
I chuckled. “Sounds like fun,” I said, “except that it’ll be hard not to imagine you wearing them in Chet’s office while he feels your butt.”
Olivia’s smile faded. “Yes, well, please try not to dwell on that,” she said.
I nodded. “I’ll try,” I promised.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and joined Olivia in the living room, sitting down next to her on the sofa. “Welcome home,” I said, leaning over to kiss her. “How did Chet like today’s skirt?”
“He loved it,” said Olivia ruefully. “And so did everyone else. They all complimented me.”
“As they should,” I said with a smile. “You look great!”
“Thank you,” she said without enthusiasm. “But some of the compliments made me a little uncomfortable.”
“Inappropriate comments?” I inquired. “Surely Chet could do something about that?”
“Yes,” she admitted, “but I didn’t want to make a fuss and cause trouble. They weren’t that bad, really – if they cross the line, I’ll threaten to tell Chet, but today the worst thing anyone said was ‘Who knew you had such lovely legs, Olivia?’”
“A little inappropriate,” I conceded, “but not that bad I suppose.”
“Right,” Olivia agreed. “Maybe I should have scolded Jonah a bit for saying that, but I think he meant it well. So I just thanked him.”
“I’m a little surprised your skirt made such an impression,” I said. “I mean, it does look great on you … but it’s not really much shorter than Friday’s skirt, is it?”
Olivia shrugged uneasily. “It’s a little shorter,” she said. “Maybe an inch. But it’s also slightly tighter, which I think makes it look a bit … sexier, perhaps? Anyway I did get a couple of compliments on Friday too.”
“You did?” I asked.
She nodded. “Brad and Leonard both said I looked nice,” she said. “Jonah was out Friday, or I’m sure he’d have said something too.”
“So will you go a little longer again tomorrow…?” I ventured.
“Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” Olivia agreed.
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
“I’m in the kitchen!” I replied. “Making dinner!”
“You are?” said Olivia in surprise. “What are we having?”
“Chicken nuggets, tater tots, and baked beans,” I replied proudly.
Olivia pursed her lips, then nodded. “Sounds good – thanks for cooking,” she said.
“How did it go today?” I asked.
Olivia shuddered a little. “Chet’s gropings keep getting worse,” she said. “Today, pretty much as soon as we started looking at the newsletter, he began fondling my butt through my skirt. And he carried on doing that for the full fifteen minutes we were discussing it. And … ugh … it was more than just a bit of light rubbing and squeezing. It was like a full-on, sensuous massage of my left buttock. It felt very … intimate.”
I felt rather nauseous. “I hate to think of him doing that to you, darling,” I said. “It gives me the creeps!”
“How do you think I feel?” said Olivia, a little aggrieved. “I’m on the direct receiving end of it.”
“Yes, of course, it’s so much worse for you,” I agreed quickly. “I’m so sorry, Olivia.”
She sighed. “Maybe I should try asking him to stop, again.”
“Do you think it might work this time?” I asked hopefully.
“No, not really,” Olivia admitted. “And I’m worried it might make things more uncomfortable in the moment.”
“Then perhaps it might be best to keep quiet,” I suggested. “Until you figure out a strategy for countering his likely reply.”
Olivia nodded. “Yes … that’s probably wise.”
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I saved my progress, got up from my computer desk, and hurried through to the living room. “Welcome home!” I said. “How did it go today?”
Olivia sat down, looking glum. “Chet said my skirt was too long,” she grumbled. “Too long! It’s barely any longer than last Friday’s. But apparently he wants me looking ‘fun’ and ‘sexy’, to reflect the company’s fun and sexy philosophy.”
“I didn’t know it had a fun and sexy philosophy,” I said, puzzled.
Olivia shrugged. “We market our products to young computer professionals,” she said. “There’s a certain youthful, dynamic energy in our advertising … I guess it’s not much of a stretch to say we have that philosophy.”
I grimaced. “So from now on it’s mid-thigh or shorter, permanently?”
“Seems that way,” said Olivia, a little bitterly. “At least I won’t be starving for compliments.”
“That sucks,” I said sympathetically. “Anyway did Chet at least keep his hands to himself today?”
Olivia snorted. “Of course not,” she said. “He wastes no opportunity these days. Not only did he fondle my butt while going over the newsletter, but later … well, he summoned me back into his office to discuss a new dashboard he wants me to put together. And while he was showing me sample screenshots of what the dashboard can do, he … he suggested it would be easier on my back if I sat on his lap, rather than bending over to look at his screen.”
My jaw dropped. “He … he seriously asked you to sit on his lap?” I exclaimed in astonishment. “The nerve of the man! How did you respond?”
Olivia blushed, and hung her head. “I … I said I didn’t think it would be appropriate,” she said.
I gulped. “And … he … did he accept that?”
“No,” she groaned. “He said there was nothing inappropriate about it, it was just a simple matter of practicality and comfort. Then he pulled on my hip and I … I kinda fell on to his lap.”
“Oh jeez!” I said, appalled.
“And he said, ‘There, that’s better isn’t it?’ And he carried on showing me dashboard stuff. And I didn’t dare get up, so I just sat there and paid attention to what he was showing me.”
“Ugh,” I said. “You must have been so uncomfortable!”
“Well he’s a hefty guy, and has a pretty large and soft lap, so I wouldn’t exactly say … oh!” said Olivia, belatedly realising my meaning. “Yes … it was super uncomfortable, and super weird. Particularly since his hand was on my thigh the whole time, holding me in place.”
“How high up your thigh?” I asked nervously.
“Not that high – just above my knee,” said Olivia. “But that was bad enough!”
I nodded. “Wow, rough day then, all in all,” I said. “I really hope tomorrow is better … and not so traumatic for you.”
“Me too,” Olivia agreed.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I paused the YouTube video I was watching, and ambled through to the living room. “Welcome home!” I said. “Looking lovely today, I must say.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Don’t you start,” she said. “I’ve had enough of that sort of thing today.”
I was immediately contrite. “Sorry,” I said. “Was it a rough day?”
She shrugged. “Well this is the shortest of my new skirts, so of course it was popular,” she said. “Jonah found a couple of new excuses to stop by my desk for a chat, and both Brad and Mike cornered me to tell me how nice I looked.”
“Well, I guess popular is better than the opposite…” I ventured.
“Chet really went to town on my butt,” Olivia went on grimly. “Both butt-cheeks this time, just fondling and kneading away while we discussed the newsletter.”
“Oh, Olivia!” I said in dismay.
“By the end of it, my panties had gotten bunched together between my buttocks,” she added ruefully. “I had to pluck them out before I sat back down at my desk.”
“Ugh!” I said, shuddering. “It must have been quite the grope! Has he no shame at all?”
“Very little, I guess,” said Olivia. “Not when it comes to groping me, at least.”
“I don’t like how entitled he feels to treat you like this,” I said grumpily. “It’s not right.”
Olivia nodded. “Yeah, well, I guess he’s used to getting his way. And he knows I owe him – that I’d be in trouble without this job. But you’re right – it isn’t right. I just don’t know what I can do about it.”
“Neither do I,” I said resignedly. “God I wish I could come down to your office and give him a piece of my mind, though!”
“Don’t do that,” said Olivia nervously. “You’d get me into terrible trouble.”
I nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash. But I feel so helpless! I just don’t know what to do to help you, except to say ‘Hang in there, darling – don’t let it get you down – I’m here for you, and I’ll love and support you, no matter what.’”
Olivia smiled sadly. “Maybe that’s all I need from you,” she said. “You can’t fight my battles for me, but it helps that you’re always here to listen, and to empathise with me, and be on my side.”
“Always,” I promised her.
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
“Finally!” I said, taking off my dish gloves and ambling through to the living room. “How was dinner?”
“It was nice,” Olivia admitted. “Expensive place – Chet really spoiled me. But it felt weird having dinner in a fancy restaurant with my boss instead of with you.”
I nodded. “Still, I guess it’s not unheard-of for a boss to take his employees out to dinner every once in a while.”
“True,” she said. “I don’t mean to seem ungrateful – I did really enjoy the meal – I just … some of his conversation got a little personal at times. Weirded me out a bit.”
“Personal?” I inquired. “Like … how?”
She shrugged. “Oh, he asked me about our marriage, and how your art career is going, and whether it bothers me to be earning so much more than you. And then he asked if we were planning to have kids, and when I said yes, he asked if we’re actively trying at the moment…”
“That’s pretty personal!” I agreed. “I hope you didn’t tell him about my … issue.”
“Of course not!” said Olivia. “I didn’t go into specifics … but I’m afraid I did tell him we’ve been trying for a while now.”
“Ugh,” I muttered.
“I’m sorry – he just … he was very persistent!” said Olivia. “And I didn’t want to be rude.”
I nodded. “Well hopefully this won’t happen too often.”
“Hopefully,” Olivia agreed. Then she hung her head. “I … there’s something else I need to tell you.”
“Oh?” I asked.
“After dinner, he walked me to my car,” she went on, staring down at her bare knees. “Then he … he put his hands around my waist, and said, ‘How about a goodnight kiss, to finish off our date?’”
“What?” I said, stunned.
“And of course I was quite shocked,” Olivia went on hurriedly, “and I said ‘This wasn’t a date, Chet.’ But he said ‘Sure it was! A dinner date with my favourite employee. Nothing wrong with that.’ And he pulled me close against him, and his hands went south, and he began groping both my buttocks. And he said ‘Come on, Olivia – I’m not letting you go until I get a kiss.’”
“Unbelievable!” I said. “He can’t do that!”
Olivia nodded, looking wretched. “I just wanted to get away,” she said. “And I knew he would just keep groping my butt until I gave him what he wanted. So I … I said, ‘All right, just a quick one.’” She put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry!”
I was shocked … but I understood the impossible position Chet had put her in. “It’s … it’s okay,” I reassured her. “He took advantage of you. You did what you had to, in order to get away.”
Olivia lowered her hands, looking embarrassed. “Thank you for understanding,” she said.
“So … he kissed you?” I said. “On the lips?”
Olivia nodded. “I kept my lips tightly closed, even though he was trying to push his tongue between them,” she said. “I managed to avoid him turning it into a French kiss, at least.”
“That’s a relief,” I said. “Good for you.”
“But I was so focused on that,” Olivia continued, “I didn’t notice his hands were working my skirt up … until I realized I could feel his fingers on my bare skin, and his hands squeezing my buttocks through nothing but my panties!”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed.
“Anyway I pulled back from the kiss, and said, ‘I really should be getting home, Chet.’ And fortunately he let me go, and said, ‘Drive safe, Olivia – have a good night.’ I pulled my skirt down, got in my car, and drove off.”
“What an awful experience!” I said.
Olivia nodded. “I think maybe he’d had a little too much to drink,” she said. “Hopefully he’ll feel badly about it tomorrow!”
“Hopefully,” I agreed. “Ideally, he’ll apologise to you on Monday.”
Olivia sighed. “I won’t hold my breath,” she said.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I closed my laptop, and hurried through to the living room. “Welcome home!” I said. “How did it go today? Did Chet apologise?”
“No!” said Olivia irritably. She sat down and put her head in her hands. “And his gropings are getting worse!”
“How … how much worse?” I asked nervously.
“Well let’s see,” said Olivia bitterly. “First there was the newsletter discussion, in which he fondled my butt so much that my skirt rode up until I could feel his fingers on my bare skin. Then, in our afternoon working session on the dashboard, he pulled me on to his lap again, and stroked my thigh for like ten minutes. And then…” Olivia groaned. “He said my wardrobe could do with a ‘bit more tweaking’. He said my bottom half was looking nice and sexy, thanks to my miniskirts, but I was still too conservatively dressed up top. He said I have a ‘lovely chest’ and I should try showing off a bit of cleavage. And then…” She bit her lip. “He unfastened two of the buttons on my blouse. He said I should let my chest ‘breathe a bit’!”
“What the heck!” I exclaimed. “That’s going too far!”
“Yeah!” Olivia agreed wholeheartedly. “But I’ve got nobody to report him to!” She shook her head. “He obviously wants to turn me into a piece of eye candy for his own entertainment – and maybe boost morale amongst the rest of the team too. Short skirts so everyone can ogle my legs. Low-cut tops so everyone can ogle my cleavage. It’s demeaning!”
“It certainly is!” I agreed. “Are you going to … I mean … will you refuse to show your cleavage, then?”
“I don’t see how I can?” said Olivia in frustration. “I gave in on wearing miniskirts; what grounds do I have for refusing to show cleavage?”
“Well, because you’re not just eye candy!” I said. “You’re a valuable employee, and a person with dignity, and you shouldn’t be required to expose yourself!”
“Easy enough to say,” muttered Olivia, “when it’s just you and me, and we already agree on this. But it’s not so easy to argue such a point with my boss!”
“I get that,” I said understandingly. “Obviously you have a choice to make, and neither option is easy. I guess the path of least resistance would be to just go along with Chet’s request … but I can’t in good conscience advise you to do that.”
“Will you at least support me if I do?” asked Olivia anxiously.
“Of course!” I said warmly. “I know this is very difficult for you, my darling. Whatever decision you make, I’ll still love and respect and support you, with all my heart.”
My lovely wife looked relieved. “Thank you,” she said. “In that case … I’ll do as he asks. I just can’t face a confrontation over this. It’s only a bit of cleavage. I can handle that.”
I nodded reluctantly. “I … I think that’s probably best,” I conceded. “There are bigger hills to die on, right?”
“Right,” Olivia agreed.
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I started out of my snooze on the sofa, and sat up, blinking. “How was your day?” I asked, as Olivia sat down next to me.
She groaned. “Chet stuck his hand up my skirt,” she said unhappily. “During our newsletter review. Instead of grabbing my butt through my skirt, he just slid his hand up under it, and grabbed my buttock through my panties. Then he started massaging it and fondling it like usual.”
“Oh my God!” I said, aghast.
“I did say something!” said Olivia. “You’d have been proud of me. I said, ‘Chet! Please don’t do that!’”
“I’m very proud of you!” I confirmed. “Well done! What was his response?”
“He just said, ‘Oh Olivia, you must be used to this by now?’ And he carried right on with the groping. But I didn’t give up! I said, ‘You don’t normally go under my skirt!’ And you know what he said then?”
“I … I can’t imagine,” I replied. “But well done for sticking up for yourself!”
“Didn’t do me any good,” Olivia grumbled. “He just said, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to it this way too.’ And he continued playing with my butt through my panties, fondling both buttocks while I tried to concentrate on what he was saying about the newsletter. It wasn’t easy!”
“I’m sure it wasn’t!” I said, feeling rather sick to my stomach. “He’s crossed a new line! I’m so proud of you for calling him on it; I just wish he had been swayed by your words.”
“Me too,” said Olivia mournfully. “I’m not sure what else I could have said without crossing a line myself, and incurring his anger.”
“I think what you said was perfect,” I replied. “The fact that he didn’t stop his groping isn’t your fault; it’s his.”
Olivia nodded. “Anyway … that was just the first thing. In our afternoon dashboard session he pulled me on to his lap again, and after thanking me for leaving my buttons undone today, he said the neckline of my tank top was still too high, and I should either wear something lower cut under my blouse, or else go without entirely.”
“Damn,” I said. “He really wants more cleavage? You’re already showing enough to be frowned-on in most office settings, I’d guess!”
“Most offices would frown on showing any cleavage at all,” said Olivia. “But ours isn’t a typical office. It’s ‘fun’ and ‘sexy’.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course nobody except me is being asked to dress fun and sexy.”
“Ugh,” I said. “Can’t imagine being the only woman in an otherwise all-male environment. Sounds toxic as heck. I bet if I were the only man in an all-female workplace, I’d get treated with way more respect.”
“You probably wouldn’t get daily gropings, at any rate,” Olivia agreed. She sighed. “Maybe I should just bite the bullet and wear nothing but a bra beneath my blouses from now on. It sucks, but it’ll make Chet happy, and honestly the office is warm enough – I won’t get cold.”
“Really?” I asked uneasily. “You don’t think it’ll … attract even more attention?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, of course it will,” she said. “But that’s what Chet wants. He wants my boobs and legs on display. Well fine, I’ll give him what he wants. Hopefully then he’ll be happy, and stop asking for more.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said. But anxiety gnawed at me.
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I put down my sketch pad, and walked through to the living room. Olivia was just taking off her jacket, and I shuddered at the sight of her expansive cleavage showing in the gap at the front of her partially-buttoned blouse. This was the view her colleagues had been getting?
“Hi darling,” I said. “I almost hate to ask … but how was your day?”
“Fine,” she said listlessly, before flopping down on the sofa. “Not really fine, of course … but it could have been worse. Jonah talked to my cleavage. Leonard told me I looked ‘hot as heck’, but at least he had the decency to look me in the eye as he said so. Chet stuck his hand up my skirt and fondled my bottom, of course … and then in the afternoon he massaged my thigh while we worked on the dashboard. But otherwise … nothing really new or scary happened.”
“Well … that’s something, at least,” I said. “Maybe you’ve hit a plateau … and things will kinda stabilise now.”
“I hope you’re right,” said Olivia. “A couple of weeks ago I’d have been horrified at the idea, but now … if things stay as they are and don’t escalate any further … I can live with it. Even the under-skirt butt-gropings. I think I’m becoming desensitised to it.”
I grimaced. My poor wife! She should never have had to get used to such abuse. But if she could not get away from it, perhaps it was better to become accustomed to it, rather than being traumatised anew by each and every grope. “Well,” I said carefully, “if your mental health is best served by accepting Chet’s bad behaviour, and tolerating it … then by all means do that. I wish it weren’t necessary, but I can accept that it is.”
Olivia said nothing for a moment. Then, “I couldn’t do this if it weren’t for your support, you know. Other husbands would probably freak out, get mad, blame their wife for ‘encouraging it’ or some sort of victim-blaming crap … and I think I’d lose my mind if you did that. I’d have probably slapped Chet and got myself fired … or just quit my job out of desperation … and then we’d have no income between us and wouldn’t be able to pay next month’s rent. Then we’d be homeless, and who knows what I’d have to do, to make ends meet?” She sighed. “I can put up with the lecherous comments, and Chet’s fondling, only because you’ve been so supportive and non-judgmental. I can’t thank you enough for that.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I said with a smile. “It’s my job! Any man who truly loves his wife and wants what’s best for her would do the same.”
Olivia kissed me. “Thank you anyway,” she said.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I saved my game, closed my laptop, and headed through to the living room, where Olivia had just sat down on the sofa. I sat next to her. “Welcome home,” I said. “How did it go today?”
She closed her eyes, and whimpered.
“That bad?” I asked anxiously.
She opened her eyes again. “Chet told me off for keeping my thighs pressed together while I was on his lap,” she said. “What did he expect? His hand was on my left thigh, stroking and massaging it, and slowly working its way higher and higher!”
I gulped. “How … how high?”
“Up to the edge of my skirt,” said Olivia. “So … pretty high!”
“And he asked you to, what, spread your thighs?” I asked, bemused. “So he could stick his hand further up?”
“That’s what it sounded like,” Olivia acknowledged. “So I said to him, ‘Chet, I really don’t want your hand going any higher up my leg.’ And he replied, ‘Oh, is that what you’re worried about?’ Like he was shocked, almost. And then he said, ‘You needn’t worry, little Olivia. My hand will stay put. I just want you to relax. Trust me!’”
“Ha,” I said. “Trust him? Not likely!”
“Well,” said Olivia sheepishly, “I did kinda feel like he’d given me an assurance that he wouldn’t move his hand up any further. So I … I went ahead and did as he asked. I relaxed a bit, and let him pull my thighs open – just a bit.”
“Oh!” I said, feeling surprised and a little disturbed. “Did he … you know…”
“No,” said Olivia quickly. “He kept his word. He didn’t move his hand any higher.”
“Well that’s a relief!” I said. “But even so – that was a very inappropriate suggestion!”
Olivia shrugged. “Feeling my butt underneath my skirt is also very inappropriate,” she said. “Requiring me to wear miniskirts is very inappropriate. For better or worse, and through no fault of my own, my relationship with my boss has become very inappropriate. But unless you’ve thought of a way to fix that – because I’m still drawing a blank – I just have to accept that, and endure it to the best of my ability.”
I sighed. “So it seems. I’m sorry Olivia – I just hate to see Chet devising more and more ways of taking advantage of the power he has over you.”
Olivia shuddered. “Me too,” she said.
“But if you can endure it,” I went on, “then I’ll just have to do the same. You have the bigger cross to bear, obviously, so it would be silly of me to complain about the weight of mine. As always, you have my support. I’m sure you did the right thing by letting him pull your thighs apart, and I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you to do so.”
“Thank you,” said Olivia gravely. “I appreciate that.”
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
I left the kitchen and entered the living room, smiling. “Welcome home!” I said. “Dinner will be served in five minutes.”
“Oh!” said Olivia, sitting down on the sofa. “What did you cook?”
“Sausages, tater tots, and baked beans,” I replied proudly.
“Sounds good,” said Olivia, without enthusiasm.
“You seem a little glum,” I remarked. “How did things go today?”
She bit her lip. “I … don’t be mad, please … but I … I kissed Chet again.”
“You kissed him?” I inquired, frowning a little. “Or he kissed you, against your will?”
Olivia’s cheeks reddened. “I kissed him,” she said. “Not that I felt like I had a choice…”
I sighed, and sat down next to her. “What happened?” I asked.
Olivia hesitated. “I was on his lap again this afternoon,” she said. “And once again he told me to relax and open my legs a bit. I did so, and he said, ‘More than that, Olivia! Show me that carefree, sexy spirit of yours. When I ask something of you, don’t just give me the bare minimum. Embrace the request with enthusiasm. Take the bull by the horns!’ So … I opened my legs up more, until my knees were about a foot apart, I guess. ‘That’s better,’ he said, and he began stroking and massaging my thigh as we talked about the dashboard. But over the next five minutes, his hand steadily crept higher and higher up my inner thigh, and as his fingers dipped beneath my skirt, I started to get worried. I said, ‘No higher please, Chet!’ And he laughed, and said, ‘A little higher won’t do you any harm. But I’ll make you a deal. I’ll keep going, stroking further and further under your skirt … but you can stop me at any time by giving me a kiss.’”
“That’s … that’s blackmail!” I said, outraged. “So if you didn’t kiss him, he was going to feel you up all the way to your panties?”
“That was my fear,” said Olivia, nodding. “So as his hand got closer and closer, I figured I would have to act quickly, or he would touch me in a place nobody but you has touched in all the time we’ve been together.”
“So you kissed him,” I said, feeling nauseous.
“Yes,” she replied quietly, hanging her head.
“Well once again you were put in an impossible position!” I said. “Yes, I’m upset about it … but not at you, my darling. At Chet! And his awful demands of you.”
“Yeah,” said Olivia sadly. “They just keep getting worse and worse.”
“Was this kiss … like the last one?” I asked.
Olivia grimaced. “Not exactly,” she said. “After I’d kept my mouth tightly shut for a few seconds to keep his tongue out of my mouth, Chet stopped kissing me, and said, ‘This is no good. You’re not really kissing me; you’re just putting your lips against mine, and freezing up like a robot. If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me properly! Or I won’t consider it a valid kiss, and my hand will continue up your thigh.’”
“Ugh,” I said. “Now he’s the kissing police?”
“I … I didn’t want to do it!” said Olivia desperately. “But his hand … it was getting so close…”
I swallowed hard, my forehead beginning to perspire. “It’s … okay,” I said with some difficulty. “He forced you into it – I don’t blame you for … kissing him.”
“I didn’t dare hold back,” Olivia continued miserably. “I opened my mouth, and I let his horrible tongue swirl around mine. It was disgusting; he’s a smoker, and his breath … ugh. He tasted nasty. But I let him French kiss me for over a minute, scared that if I stopped, his hand would continue upward…”
I hugged her tightly. I was rather repulsed by the thought of what her mouth had been doing, but I was not about to let that show. “None of this was your fault, and none of it makes you any less my girl,” I told her firmly. “You did what you had to do, under great pressure and against your will. I’m proud of you, Olivia – and I love you with all my heart.”
She rested her head on my shoulder, hugging me back. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for helping me through this. I couldn’t do it without you.”
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
My stomach cramped as I entered the living room, dreading what new revelations Olivia might have today. But I forced myself to put on a smile as I sat down next to her. Whatever happened today was not her fault; she was a true and faithful wife, and deserved my support and love in what was obviously a difficult time for her. I was not about to add to her woes by scolding or blaming her; that would surely drive her to despair.
“Hi darling, welcome home,” I said lightly. “How did it go today?”
Olivia groaned. “Not well,” she said unhappily. “Chet’s making it harder and harder to concentrate on the newsletter. Today as he was groping my butt, his fingers were playing with my panties, pushing them further and further between my buttocks and then massaging the bare skin he’d exposed. It was so gross … and so distracting! Once I had to ask him to repeat what he’d just said – which he did, rather impatiently. After that I forced myself to ignore his fingers and just focus on his words. It wasn’t easy.”
“I’m sure,” I said with a shudder.
“But that wasn’t the worst part,” Olivia continued unhappily. “Later while I was sitting on his lap, after he’d made me spread my knees apart, he started running his hand up the inside of my thigh, and said, ‘How about a kiss, Olivia?’ Which meant, obviously, that if I didn’t kiss him, he would slide his hand all the way up to … you know.”
I ground my teeth. “Horrible man,” I growled.
“So I kissed him,” Olivia went on, “but even though I barely hesitated before doing so, his hand went deep under my skirt, almost all the way to the top of my thigh, before he stopped. Then, throughout the kiss, he was kneading and caressing my thigh, right next to my panties. It was so nerve-wracking! I wanted to clamp my thighs shut so bad … and I wanted his horrible tongue out of my mouth. But I just closed my eyes tightly and endured it, and eventually, he stopped the kiss himself. ‘Good girl,’ he said.” She grimaced. “Good girl! I didn’t feel good, though – not at all. I felt awful. But then we started going over the dashboard, and I had to concentrate on that. It wasn’t easy, with his hand still stroking my inner thigh, right next to my panties … but I managed to learn a bit even so.”
“Which is greatly to your credit,” I remarked.
Olivia nodded. “When I went back to my desk, I felt confident enough to add some charts of my own to the dashboard, and when I showed them to Chet, he seemed very pleased with me.”
“Good!” I said. “Well done. It’s good to hear something positive about your working day; at least it’s not all unwanted groping and kissing.”
“Oh, absolutely,” said Olivia. “Honestly, very little of my day is awful stuff like that. I’m only spending about half an hour total with Chet, including our morning and afternoon meetings. I do tend to have a couple of uncomfortable interactions with the other men there, on any given day, but the vast majority of my day is spent working … or, you know, getting distracted by my phone or the internet. Chet’s caught me a couple of times doing non-work things like that, but he doesn’t say anything. I think he knows I keep it to a minimum, and still get my work done.”
“That’s good,” I acknowledged. “He seems like he’d be a good boss, if it wasn’t for his recent obsession with taking advantage of you.”
Olivia nodded glumly. “He WAS a good boss,” she said. “And for most of the day, he still is. I don’t know why he suddenly decided to start groping me … but now we’re on that road, I don’t know how to get off it!”
I sighed. “I wish I had an answer for that,” I said. “Maybe my latest art piece will sell for a million dollars, and you can quit your job…”
Olivia chuckled. “Maybe,” she said. “Is it finished?”
“It’s coming along,” I said. “Just needs a few more days’ work.”
“Okay,” said Olivia. “I look forward to seeing it when it’s done!”
I smiled. “You’re going to love it,” I promised her.
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I put down my dumbbells and shook my arms as I made my way to the living room. “Hi darling,” I said. “Welcome home.”
“You’ve been working out?” she asked, as I sat down next to her.
I nodded. “Just a bit. I thought I should probably acquire some muscle mass, if I’m to give your boss a beating for molesting you.”
Olivia giggled. “Uh-huh,” she said. “Just don’t give yourself a hernia.”
“I’m using proper technique!” I protested. “I watched a YouTube video about how to lift weights safely.”
“That’s good,” said Olivia, smiling.
“So, how was your day?” I inquired.
Her smile disappeared. “I’ve had better days,” she said. “Jonah took it upon himself to give me a shoulder massage. He said I looked tense. Which, honestly, I was. But his massage didn’t exactly help, considering I was very aware he was staring down my blouse the whole time.”
“What a creep!” I said. “He didn’t even give you the opportunity to say no thank you?”
“Nope,” said Olivia. “Just came up behind me and started massaging away.”
“Well at least you can report him to Chet!” I said.
“That did occur to me,” she admitted. “But … what if Chet tells me it’s no big deal and I shouldn’t make a fuss about it? After all, he himself is doing far worse.”
“That’s a possibility,” I conceded. “But on the other hand, you’re Chet’s assistant, not Jonah’s. Chet might not be too keen on one of his subordinates making a move on you. He might feel a bit … possessive?”
“That’s a good point,” Olivia agreed. “All right – if Jonah does it again, I’ll talk to Chet.”
“And speaking of Chet,” I said, “did he do anything new today…?”
“Not really,” she replied. “Except…” She sighed. “He did comment on my bra.”
“Oh?” I asked warily. “What did he say about it?”
“Well first he undid another button on my blouse,” said Olivia, “while I was sitting on his lap. Then he pulled one side open so he could see my bra better. And he said, ‘That’s a nice bra, Olivia … but do you think it’s really necessary? This blouse is tight enough to hold your boobs in place without needing a bra as well, surely?’”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “He’s trying to get you to go braless now?”
“That’s my fear,” said Olivia fretfully. “I was saved by an important phone call, which cut short our dashboard session, but I worry he’ll bring it up again tomorrow.”
“Okay, so maybe we can prepare your answer,” I suggested. “Can you come up with a compelling reason why you shouldn’t go braless? Like, maybe you’ll get backache or something?”
“I get backache anyway,” said Olivia. “But I’m not sure I want to admit that to Chet. He’ll probably start offering me back massages.”
“Hmm,” I said. “Well … what if you tell him your nipples are sensitive and will become sore if they keep rubbing against the fabric of your blouse?”
“I’m really not sure I want to open up a discussion about the sensitivity of my nipples!” said Olivia anxiously. “Ugh – I don’t know – let me think about it.”
“Okay,” I said.
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I set down my little watering can in its spot beneath the kitchen sink, then went into the living room. “Hi darling,” I said, giving Olivia a kiss on the cheek. “How are you holding up?”
“Pretty well!” said Olivia. “Chet wasn’t in today, so I didn’t have any hands up my skirt all day!”
“Congratulations!” I said happily. “Wow, that must have been a relief!”
“It really was,” said Olivia fervently. “Of course, I still had to put up with Jonah giving me another shoulder massage, and I couldn’t report him to Chet. But compared with having my buttocks fondled, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, I can understand that,” I said. “Still, it’s behaviour you shouldn’t have to put up with. The sooner you can nip it in the bud, the better.”
“Yup, I agree,” said Olivia.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I looked up from the sofa, and smiled at my lovely wife. “Welcome home, darling,” I said. “You look cheerful! Does that mean Chet wasn’t in today?”
Olivia chuckled. “It’s funny you can tell that, just from my mood,” she said. “Yes, he was out today as well. He’ll be back tomorrow though.”
“So … just a massage from Jonah?” I hazarded.
She nodded. “Yeah … and he’s pushing his luck a bit! He massaged not only my shoulders, but my upper arms … and he kinda brushed the sides of my boobs with the backs of his fingers. Maybe unintentionally … but maybe not.”
“You didn’t say anything?” I inquired.
“I didn’t know what to say!” she said. “I didn’t want to accuse him of something when I wasn’t sure if he’d done it on purpose. And I figured I’ll be talking to Chet about him tomorrow anyway.”
“Fair point,” I conceded.
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
“Hi darling,” I said, popping up from behind the sofa.
“What were you doing back there?” Olivia inquired.
“I dropped a milk dud, and it rolled,” I explained. “How was your day?”
Olivia groaned, and sat down heavily. “It pretty much sucked,” she said.
I sat down next to her. “Poor baby,” I said sympathetically. “What happened?”
“Well, as you might have noticed,” she said, “I’m braless right now.”
“Oh!” I said in surprise. “Um … wow. No, I didn’t notice at first. But now … yes, I can tell.”
“Does it look really bad?” Olivia asked nervously.
“No!” I replied. “Not at all. I’m used to seeing you with a bra on, so I can see there’s a difference in how your blouse looks now, but it’s not really any better or worse. Just different. You still look gorgeous; you always do.”
Olivia smiled. “Thank you,” she said. “That’s something, at least.” She sighed. “So Chet was back, obviously, and at ten o’clock as usual I went to his office to go over the newsletter. He immediately put his hand up the back of my skirt, played with my butt for a few moments, then he grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them firmly between my buttocks. I think I gasped, but he just kept on talking about the layout of the front page as if his brain had no clue what his left hand was doing. And he went on sensuously feeling my butt until we’d been through all the changes he wanted me to make.”
“A new liberty,” I grumbled. “Although, I’m not sure the end result was any different from what he’s done previously.”
“True,” Olivia agreed. “Anyway, I chose to ignore it, partly because I really wanted to talk to him about Jonah.”
“Oh yes!” I said. “And did you?”
Olivia nodded. “I told him Jonah had started giving me impromptu and uninvited shoulder massages. I really hoped that would make him angry … but instead he said, ‘Oh, that’s nice of him!’ I couldn’t believe my ears!”
“Nice of him?” I echoed in disbelief. “You did tell him they were unwanted?”
“Yes!” said Olivia in annoyance. “But apparently my wants are irrelevant! And now it seems I’ve got to thank Jonah any time he massages me!”
“Seriously?” I gasped. “Thank him?”
“So says Chet!” she said. “Along with a not-so-subtle implication that if I don’t, I shouldn’t be surprised if Jonah isn’t so ‘nice’ to me in future. God knows what that means, but I’m quite anxious not to find out.”
“Ugh, this gets worse and worse, doesn’t it?” I said in dismay.
“It does!” agreed Olivia. “And I haven’t even gotten to the afternoon dashboard lap-sitting event yet.”
“What happened then?” I asked uneasily.
“We kissed again, of course,” said Olivia with a shrug. “Chet’s hand was right up at the top of my thigh, massaging away … I could feel the side of his hand rubbing against my panties…”
“Wait, what?” I said in alarm. “So he was actually rubbing … rubbing your … pussy?”
Olivia hung her head. “Yeah, I … I mean, it felt accidental … like, his hand was barely more than brushing against the material … it was jarring enough to make me clamp my thighs shut, at first, but Chet made a sort of growling noise and pushed my thighs apart again … and I didn’t dare close them after that, even though the rubbing continued…”
“Maybe it was just an incidental rubbing,” I said, feeling troubled, “but I worry that from now on, he’ll continue to do it … and it’ll escalate.”
“God I hope not,” said Olivia, hunching her shoulders. “But if it does, I don’t care what the consequences are, I’ll stop him. I’ll tell him no, that’s too far, I’m a married woman, he can’t do that.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her, torn between pride and concern. “I mean, that would be awesome if you can do it … but I worry that Chet will make you pay for such an act of rebellion, in other ways.”
“I don’t care,” said Olivia obstinately. “I can’t let him get away with rubbing my pussy. Absolutely nobody but you should be doing that.”
I smiled. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m proud of you. And if you can go through with saying all that to Chet, I’ll be prouder still.”
Olivia smiled happily. “Thank you my darling. Anyway, after the kiss he peered into my blouse, and said, ‘I think you should try going without a bra, Olivia. In fact, why not try it now? Just for the rest of the afternoon. See how it feels. Then come see me at five o’clock to let me know how it went.’ I thought that didn’t sound too bad – all I would need to do was tell him it had been too uncomfortable to concentrate on my work, and I wouldn’t have to go braless again.”
“I’m guessing it didn’t work out that way,” I said.
“No, it didn’t,” Olivia grumbled. “I went to the restroom and took off my bra, and spent the rest of the afternoon braless. Nobody noticed, and after a few minutes of getting on with my work I barely noticed it myself. But then, at five o’clock, I got up and moved about a bit … and I noticed that as I walked, my breasts were bouncing a little inside my blouse, and causing my nipples to rub against the material. This in turn was causing them to erect, and that made it even more uncomfortable when they were rubbing my blouse.”
“All good justifications for not going braless, I’d have thought!” I said.
“Right!” said Olivia. “So I went to Chet, and – in some embarrassment – I explained the problem. But unfortunately … he had a solution. He said, ‘Your blouse is just too loose, that’s all, Olivia. Here, take the company credit card again. This weekend I want you to buy some new blouses. Tight blouses. So tight that you cannot close them around your boobs, and only the buttons below can be fastened. Not only will this ensure your cleavage is beautifully displayed, but also your boobs will be held firmly in place and your nipples won’t be irritated.’ Or words to that effect, anyway.”
“My goodness, he’s shameless!” I exclaimed. “How can a boss demand such a dress code for his female staff?”
“When he’s not answerable to anyone,” said Olivia glumly. “When there’s nobody to tell him he can’t.”
“So what will you do?” I asked apprehensively. “Buy new, tight blouses like he wants?”
Olivia shrugged. “Once again I feel cornered, like I don’t have a choice. He made me admit that his plan would work – that it would solve my nipple-rubbing problem. He even got me to agree it was an ‘elegant solution’ that would satisfy both our requirements. If I go in on Monday with one of my regular blouses and a bra beneath … he’ll demand an explanation, and I don’t have a good one.”
“Except that you’re tired of being his dress-up plaything!” I suggested.
Olivia pursed her lips. “Well that’s the truth of it, but if I said something that bold and rebellious, I’m certain he would just fire me on the spot. I’m not ready to commit career suicide, darling – we can’t afford it. I have to pick my battles carefully. If he blatantly rubs my … my pussy on Monday, I’ll fight it … but I can’t do that and also antagonise him in another way. So I’ll get the tight blouses … and hopefully that will make him happy enough that he’ll forgive me standing up to him about the pussy-rubbing.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I conceded reluctantly. “You’ve clearly thought this through.”
“Will you help me buy the blouses?” Olivia asked hopefully. “A man’s perspective will be useful.”
“Of course,” I assured her. “Whatever you need for support in this ongoing ordeal of yours, I’m one hundred percent here for you.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I paused my game, and hurried through to the living room. Olivia, looking very sexy in one of her new tight blouses, with acres of cleavage showing and no bra evident, seemed rather downcast as she took off her shoes and sat down. “Welcome home,” I said. “Rough day?”
“Yeah…” she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. “You could say that.”
I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine. “Tell me everything.”
“Everyone liked this blouse,” she said. “Jonah wasted no time in giving me a shoulder massage, so he could ogle my chest from above. And he did more than ogle it; his hands went inside my collar, and he massaged my upper chest as well as my shoulders. I said ‘That’s far enough, Jonah,’ as he was pressing his fingers into the upper part of my boobs, and fortunately he stopped there.”
“At least he listened to you!” I said. “I wish Chet would do the same.”
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed. “Chet … ugh! He reached up my skirt and pulled my panties up between my buttocks, then gave me the lewdest butt massage you could imagine. His fingers were everywhere, squeezing, stroking, kneading my flesh, digging in between my buttocks and pressing my panties against my butthole. Then he switched strategies, slipped his hand between my thighs, and started massaging my upper thigh, right against my crotch. The side of his hand was giving me the same rubbing as he’d given me on Friday, when I was on his lap. But this time it felt even firmer – and … I’m sorry, darling, but there’s only so much of that I can take without … I mean…” She sighed. “I felt myself getting, you know, a little wet down there.”
“Oh!” I said, unnerved. “It felt … good?”
“No!” she said. “I mean … it felt like it was: horribly invasive and nonconsensual. But certain body parts are designed to respond in certain ways to physical stimuli … and even an unwelcome rubbing will cause me to … lubricate.”
“You poor thing,” I said sympathetically. “That’s awful – did he notice? I’d hate for him to think you were enjoying it when you weren’t.”
Olivia nodded. “Me too. I’m not sure if he did or not. Anyway we got through the newsletter, though it was really hard to concentrate! Later, in the afternoon … I was dreading sitting on Chet’s lap, but I was also ready to call him out. I had practised my little speech. So I sat on his lap, opened my legs, kissed him … and tried not to retch as his tongue explored my mouth. And I waited for him to start rubbing my … my pussy.”
My stomach was chewing itself up as I listened. I realised I was holding my breath. “And … did he?” I asked nervously.
“Well … kind of,” said Olivia, looking dissatisfied. “He massaged the top of my thigh, and my pussy got a good rubbing from the side of his hand … but it wasn’t the definitive moment I was waiting for. Even so, I was getting quite wet, against my will, and this time he obviously did notice, because he commented on it! He said, ‘Hmm, feels like this is getting you a bit excited, Olivia.’ And I didn’t know what to say! I was feeling very flustered. So I just launched into my speech anyway. I said, ‘Please don’t do that, Chet – I’m married.’ And he replied, ‘Then I hope your husband is an understanding man. I suspect most husbands would be a bit upset to think that their wife was getting aroused by her boss’s fingers.’ By now he had turned his hand and was directly rubbing my pussy through my panties, using two fingers I think. This was the moment I’d been waiting for, but Chet had gone off script and I was feeling confused. I said, ‘He’s very understanding, but he wouldn’t like this!’ And I tried to close my thighs. But that didn’t stop him from rubbing my pussy, and I was getting wetter and wetter. Then Chet said, ‘Okay, out of consideration for your husband, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop rubbing you like this, if you kiss me again and open your thighs nice and wide.’ I really wanted him to stop rubbing me, and he wasn’t asking me to do anything new, so I just said ‘Okay,’ and I kissed him again and opened up my legs. He kept rubbing my pussy for a few more seconds, then he stopped, and started talking about the dashboard and asking me questions, which I answered as best I could even though I was feeling quite hot and flustered. He’d stopped rubbing me, but his hand was still cupping my pussy through my panties, which was really distracting!” She hung her head. “I’m sorry, darling – I really did try to put a stop to it. But I don’t think he got the message. I’m afraid he’ll just do the same again tomorrow.”
I felt rather ill. I grimaced, and patted Olivia’s knee. “You did your best, and I’m proud of you,” I said, with some difficulty. “But I’m not sure Chet knows how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
“You’re not … disappointed in me?” asked Olivia miserably.
I hugged her. “Olivia, no. Never. You’re doing your best under extremely difficult circumstances. I hate the thought of Chet touching you … there … but I know you’re not to blame, and my anger is directed only at Chet. Frankly I want to show up at your workplace tomorrow with a gun, and shoot the bastard.”
Olivia pulled back and stared at me in horror. “But you hate guns!”
“Yeah,” I said, “and obviously my wiser self knows that would be a terrible idea. Even punching him in the face – which I often fantasise about doing, lately – would be counterproductive. I just hate feeling so helpless! You’re my wife, and I feel compelled to defend you from jerks like Chet! Ugh. I don’t know. I just wish I could do more than listen, empathise, support you, help you shop for skimpy clothes for your boss’s entertainment … I want to do something that will make all this stop!”
Olivia nodded. “I know you do,” she said. “And I wish you could, too. But you’re doing everything you can, and that means everything to me. This is only bearable as long as you still love and respect me. If I lost you because of this … I don’t know what I would do.”
“You won’t lose me,” I assured her. “I love you and always will. No matter what happens, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be your constant support, helping you get through this in any way I can, no matter how uncomfortable it gets for me. Because I know that however bad it feels for me, it must be ten times worse for you.”
“Oh my darling, I love you so much!” said Olivia gratefully.
I kissed her. “I love you too, Olivia.”
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I put down my half-solved Rubik’s cube and went through to the living room. “Welcome home, my love,” I said. “How did it go today?”
Olivia sat down, and I sat next to her. “Are you sure you want to hear?” she asked me sadly.
“Absolutely,” I assured her. “If you keep it to yourself, you’ll be going through all this alone, and I can’t let that happen. I have to know everything, so that I can share your burden as much as possible. I never want you to feel like you need to hold back in order to spare my feelings.”
Olivia nodded. “Well, I went to see Chet about the newsletter, and he wasted no time in pulling up my panties between my buttocks. After fondling them for a while, he stuck his hand between my thighs and started rubbing my pussy with the side of his finger … while talking about the newsletter. I said to him, “Please don’t, Chet…’ but he just said, ‘Relax, Olivia, this is nothing compared to yesterday.’ I tried to ignore it, but I was getting quite wet and it was hard to focus on the screen. We got through it eventually, though. Afterwards, Jonah came to my desk and told me I seemed tense. I was, but I didn’t want to admit that. But he started massaging me anyway. Soon he had both hands on my chest, exploring everywhere that was uncovered. I put up with it until he began pushing his fingers down into my blouse, at which point I said, ‘That’s enough Jonah – I need to go to the restroom.’ Which worked; he stopped immediately.”
“Good,” I said. “He seems easier to influence than Chet at least. Did you remember to thank him?”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yes, I thanked him,” she said. “He’s under instructions to tell Chet if I don’t, so I always make sure I do so.”
I nodded. “Well it sucks, but at least it’s only Jonah. I’m a little worried that the other men in the office will want to get in on the action.”
“That’s been on my mind too,” agreed Olivia. “But so far the others have done nothing but ogle and compliment me.”
“Long may that continue,” I said. “Sorry – go on.”
“Yeah … on to the worst part of my day,” said Olivia unhappily. “The dashboard working session. I feel like I’m good enough now to just take direction and work on it solo … but Chet insists on doing it together. For obvious reasons, of course, and if we didn’t have the dashboard, I’m sure he’d find another excuse to get me on his lap. But three o’clock came around, I went to his office, sat on his lap, spread my legs, and let him stick his tongue in my mouth. And of course his hand went straight up my skirt, and he began rubbing my pussy through my panties.”
“Wow,” I said with a shudder. “I suppose it wouldn’t have done any good to say something…?”
“I did say something!” said Olivia. “After a few seconds I pulled away from the kiss and said, ‘Chet, please – not there. I’m married – it’s not fair to my husband.’ But he just smiled, and replied, ‘Maybe I should come to your house, and discuss it with him. Would you like that? I can show him what we do together, and he can tell me himself what he thinks about it.’”
“Jesus!” I said.
“Well I know that sounds awful,” Olivia went on, “but I really think he thought I’d be afraid of you finding out about all this. So it was really an empty threat, and I told him so. I said, ‘He knows everything, Chet – I don’t keep secrets from him.’ He seemed really surprised by that, and he said, ‘He knows everything I’ve been doing with you … and he hasn’t come here to confront me or insisted that you quit? What kind of a man is he?’ And I said, ‘An extremely sweet and understanding one!’ And then he just sort of shrugged and said, ‘Well now I’m very curious just how far we can take this before he snaps.’ And I said, ‘He’s not going to snap!’ And he said, ‘Then you’ve no need to worry about me doing this.’ And he kissed me again, and fingered my pussy really thoroughly through my panties, going to town on my clit and exploring every little contour…” She put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, but it made it hard for me to even think. I couldn’t come up with a rebuttal. I just let him go ahead and grope my pussy to his heart’s content. I’m sorry…”
I stood up, and paced the floor, trying to stay calm. “My poor Olivia,” I muttered. “This is really taking a toll on you – I can see that. What Chet’s doing is … horrendous. But please don’t beat yourself up about not managing to stop him. He’s the one with the power in your relationship, and he’s using it to the max. Abusing it, frankly.”
“But I want to be a good wife!” said Olivia desperately. “I feel like I’m failing you!”
I sat down next to her again, and took her hands. “You ARE a good wife,” I assured her. “The best wife. I could ask for nothing more from you. Please stop torturing yourself for not being able to stop Chet. It’s not your fault.”
“But I try, and I try…” Olivia groaned. “It’s just never good enough…”
“Then stop trying,” I told her firmly. “You’re setting too high of an expectation for yourself. Your experiences on Chet’s lap are bad enough without you fretting about how to get him to stop. So don’t. Just let him do what he wants to do. Don’t try to fight it. I know you want to, instinctively, but for the sake of your mental health I think you should just … give in to it. Accept it.”
Olivia stared at me. “I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “It seems so … disloyal.”
“But you’re not disloyal,” I said. “I know that, you know that. We have a strong marriage because we trust each other. Heck, you haven’t tried to hide a single detail from me, ever since that first grope. My faith in you is absolute. So don’t even think for a second that you’re being disloyal. I couldn’t ask for a more loyal wife. But I also want a happy and healthy wife. And I don’t think your health and happiness are best served by you pushing yourself to do the impossible. That’s going to eat away at you and make you miserable.”
Olivia nodded slowly. “If you’re sure that’s what you want me to do … then yes, I think that would lift some of the burden from my shoulders.”
“I’m very sure,” I said. “You’ll be doing it not just for yourself, but for me.”
Olivia smiled gratefully. “Okay then, darling,” she said. “I’ll do it. I’ll stop trying to fight Chet.”
“Thank you,” I said. And I kissed her.
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I sat up on the sofa, rubbing my eyes. “Welcome home,” I mumbled.
“Were you napping?” Olivia inquired.
“Just briefly!” I replied. “I was working on my art piece for hours today; it fried my brain a bit.”
Olivia sat down. “Is it nearly finished?”
“Just about!” I said. “I should be able to finish it tomorrow. But never mind that – how did it go today?”
Olivia shuddered. “Well, we didn’t discuss yesterday what I should do about Jonah, but today I just went with the assumption that I should continue to try to keep him in check.”
I nodded. “I’m fine with that. He seems more manageable.”
“He tried sinking his hands into my blouse this morning,” said Olivia, “after a brief massage of my shoulders and upper chest. I just said, ‘Enough, Jonah!’ And he stopped and pulled his hands out again.”
“Good,” I said approvingly. “And … Chet?”
Olivia sighed. “Worse than ever,” she said. “But I didn’t fight him at all; I just gave in, like you wanted me to. I think that did help a bit … though I was kind of upset by how far he went.”
“Tell me,” I said gently.
“The morning newsletter meeting,” Olivia continued, “went pretty much like usual … except that he gave my pussy a really thorough groping. He even started pushing my panties into my vagina with one finger – not very deep, but it was new and unnerving.”
“Yikes,” I said in dismay.
“The afternoon dashboard session was worse,” said Olivia dolefully. “Once I’d sat on Chet’s lap, the first thing he did was undo the next button on my blouse. Then he stroked the side of my right boob, and said, ‘Hmm, I like this look. Please leave this button undone from now on.” She looked down at her chest, and popped open the button just below her ribcage. “This is what it looked like.”
I stared at her breasts, which were now practically spilling out of her blouse. “Whoa,” I said. “You’re quite exposed there!”
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed unhappily. “Jonah’s going to have a field day tomorrow.”
“Yes, I imagine this’ll make him harder to fend off,” I remarked. “Ugh!”
Olivia nodded. “Anyway, then he kissed me,” she said, “and while he was kissing me … instead of putting his hand up my skirt, he slipped it inside my blouse instead, and grabbed hold of my right breast. I squealed a bit, in surprise, but he kept kissing me, and I … I didn’t try to stop him…”
“Good girl,” I said, though I was a little rattled by this new development. “You did the right thing. After all, a boob grope isn’t as bad as what he’s been doing with your pussy…”
“Yeah, I had the same thought,” said Olivia. “So I let him play with my boob, and pinch my nipple, and stuff … but then he withdrew his hand, stuck it up my skirt, and started groping my pussy through my panties. And I … I just let him do it. But he … he found my clit, and just started rubbing and rubbing it … getting faster and faster … and although I tried not to, I was getting more and more aroused…”
“Oh God!” I said in consternation. “Did he … did you…”
“No,” she said, to my relief. “But if he’d kept going much longer, I think I might have. Anyway he eventually let up, and stopped kissing me, but for the rest of our meeting, while we figured out how to link a new dataset to the dashboard, he was constantly giving my pussy a gentle massage through my panties.”
“Ugh,” I said. “He’s relentless!”
Olivia nodded. “Did I … do okay…?”
I took her in my arms, and hugged her tightly. “You did great,” I said. “I’m glad you didn’t try to resist him; he’d have just done what he wanted anyway, and you’d have felt worse. You handled it perfectly.”
“Thank you darling,” said Olivia.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I knocked down my half-built house of cards, shuffled the cards back together, and then went through to the living room, where Olivia was already sitting on the sofa. I sat down beside her. “Welcome home darling,” I said. “How was your day?”
She hugged me silently.
“That bad, huh?” I murmured. “It’s okay; you’re home with me now.”
She didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, and I didn’t press her for information. But eventually, without raising her head from my shoulder, she said sadly, “It got even worse today.”
“I kinda guessed,” I replied. “How much worse?”
“Jonah massaged my boobs,” she said. “He was able to grab quite a lot of them without going under my blouse, and he thoroughly massaged what was exposed. But then he slipped his hands beneath, and cupped both of them together. He managed to give them a squeeze before I said, ‘Enough, Jonah!’ Then he stopped.”
I swallowed, and nodded. “Something tells me that won’t be the last time he grabs your breasts,” I said. “But you’re keeping the escalation as slow as possible, which is good.”
“Yeah,” said Olivia without enthusiasm. “But Brad saw him groping me, and later he asked me why I let Jonah do that. I … I wasn’t sure how to respond without seeming, you know, easy … but I’m not sure I made the right choice. I said, ‘Jonah likes to push his luck. He’s been massaging my shoulders, which is fine, but lately he hasn’t been stopping at my shoulders.’”
“That sounds like a perfectly good response,” I said. “I don’t see how Brad could interpret that as an invitation to misbehave himself.”
“I hope you’re right,” said Olivia. “Anyway … during my morning meeting with Chet, instead of pulling my panties between my buttocks as usual, he slipped his hand inside them.”
“Uh-oh,” I said nervously.
“At first it didn’t make much difference,” Olivia went on. “He was massaging my bare buttocks as he always does. But when his fingers started going in between … my panties weren’t there to stop him. I … I felt his finger running back and forth over my butthole…”
“Oh jeez…” I said, feeling queasy.
“Then he stopped, with one finger resting against it,” said Olivia. “And … he began pressing it inward…”
“Oh no!” I exclaimed, horrified.
“Should I have protested?” asked Olivia anxiously. “I knew you wanted me to just let things happen, but … in that moment, I wasn’t sure if I should say something…”
I struggled to regain my composure. “If you said something,” I said after a moment, “I certainly wouldn’t blame you. But I meant it when I said you shouldn’t fight Chet anymore. He’s going to take what he wants, regardless.”
Olivia snuggled against me. “I was afraid he would stick his finger all the way into my butt,” she said. “But he didn’t. He barely got his fingertip in. But although I couldn’t help tensing up, I didn’t say anything.”
“Good for you,” I said firmly. “You did well. And I’m relieved he didn’t take it further.”
“Me too,” Olivia agreed. “But that was just the morning meeting…”
“Yeah,” I said unhappily, dreading what was to come. “How did lap-time go?”
“He rubbed my pussy for a while,” said Olivia, “then he worked his hand inside my panties, and rubbed my clit directly.”
“Ugh!” I groaned. “I guess I saw this coming, but it’s still horrifying. Did you … say anything?”
“No,” said Olivia. “I was kind of expecting it too. But he seemed really determined to make me … you know, climax. He cupped my pussy with his curled fingers, he rubbed and rubbed, he pressed his middle finger between my … my labia … and he almost like vibrated it against my clit. I really didn’t want to climax, so I thought of the least sexy things I could think of … but he kept going and going and going! It seemed to go on forever. But eventually I guess he got tired, and he stopped. We worked on the dashboard some more, but he kept his hand in my panties, slowly massaging my pussy.”
I felt very troubled by this new development. But as always, I tried to put myself in Olivia’s place, to see the situation from her perspective, in order to try to make things better for her. “Do you think,” I said carefully, “that your ordeal would have ended sooner if you’d just allowed yourself to climax?”
Olivia hesitated, then shrugged. “Sure, I guess so,” she said. “I just hate the idea of letting him get me off. I didn’t want to let him ‘win’.”
“So, you were still fighting him,” I said gently.
Olivia shivered. “You … you think I should have just let him give me an orgasm?”
“It seems wrong,” I admitted, “but all of this is wrong anyway. My priority is your well-being. If that’s best served by resisting Chet’s attempts to make you climax, then fine. But I’m not convinced it is. I think you’ll feel more relaxed and less stressed if you just embrace your arousal and let yourself have that orgasm. Chet will stop rubbing you, and you can get on with your meeting.”
“But that feels … unfair to you…” said Olivia morosely.
“It’s not,” I said firmly. “You can’t think that way. You didn’t ask for this, you’re not hiding it from me, you’re not doing anything behind my back. If it would help, you can close your eyes and imagine it’s me fingering you. As long as you don’t start falling in love with Chet…”
“No chance of that!” said Olivia.
“Well exactly,” I said. “You’re not betraying me or anything like that. You’re just doing what’s best for you. And for us! It doesn’t help me, for you to be torturing yourself. You’re still my girl, whatever Chet’s doing to you against your will.”
“Thank you for seeing it that way,” Olivia whispered, holding me tight.
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
“Welcome home!” I said, patting the sofa beside me. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered pizza.”
“Oh!” said Olivia. “No, that’s fine – pizza will be nice for a change.” She sat down.
“So, how did today go?” I asked.
She bit her lip. “I’m almost afraid to tell you…”
“Never be afraid to tell me,” I said gravely. “For better or worse, remember? Whatever happens, or happened, we’ll figure it out, we’ll get through it together. Don’t spare my feelings.”
She nodded, and took a deep breath. “Okay, so … in our morning meeting, Chet got his hand in my panties, like yesterday … but this time, while he was massaging my buttock and gently rubbing my butthole with one fingertip … he told me to move my feet apart. I … I did as he asked. Then … he moved his finger forward, and he … he pushed it up inside me. Into my vagina, I mean.”
I could feel the blood drain from my cheeks. I swallowed. “Ugh,” I said. “My poor darling. I … I hope you … didn’t try to fight it…”
“I didn’t,” said Olivia, hanging her head. “I wanted to … but I made myself just give in and accept it. He started sliding it in and out … and I just stood there, letting him…”
“Good girl,” I said, a little stiffly. “What an awful thing to endure. How long did it last…?”
“The whole time we were discussing the newsletter,” said Olivia, looking rather ashamed. “About ten minutes, I guess. I was … um … sort of dripping wet by the end.”
“Understandable,” I said, my jaw feeling tight. “A natural reaction.”
“Not long after I got back to my desk,” Olivia continued, “Jonah came over to massage my shoulders and boobs. He spent a couple of minutes outside my blouse, but then he slid his hands inside and fully grabbed both boobs. I told him to stop, but he carried on for a few more seconds, and even played with my nipples a bit, before pulling his hands out.”
“Uh-oh,” I said nervously. “Seems like he’s getting bolder.”
Olivia nodded. “Still, at least he keeps it above the waist – unlike Chet.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “How did the afternoon meeting go…?”
Olivia grimaced. “He wasted no time getting inside my panties this time,” she said. “He played with my pussy, he rubbed my clit, he slid his finger down to my vagina and then stuck it inside me … and after fingering me for a couple of minutes, he went back to my clit and started going to town on it.” She bit her lip. “He kept rubbing and rubbing … and I … I let myself get aroused this time. I didn’t try to fight it. And … after a while … I had an orgasm…”
I closed my eyes tightly, clenched my teeth … and then forced a smile. “Well done,” I said. “I know that was difficult for you. But it probably cut short the rubbing, I imagine…?”
“Yes, he stopped right after I came,” Olivia confirmed. “But he wiggled two fingers inside me, and gently slid them in and out while we discussed the dashboard. And then…” She sighed.
“There’s more?” I asked.
Olivia pulled a face. “He wants me to start wearing even shorter skirts!” she complained. “As if my outfits aren’t skimpy enough!”
“Shorter?” I said, my eyes widening. “Whatever for? It’s not like your skirts are keeping him from doing whatever he wants beneath them.”
“He said it’ll be good for morale,” she replied with a slight frown. “Whose? Not mine! Apparently my morale doesn’t matter.”
“How short does he want your skirts…?” I inquired, puzzled.
Olivia shrugged. “He just said, ‘Super short. Make me proud, Olivia.’ I’m not sure what exactly that means, but he gave me the credit card again.”
I sighed. “So, we’re skirt-shopping again this weekend, I guess. But where…?”
“Somewhere cool and sexy,” said Olivia. “The kind of place I wouldn’t normally shop.”
“Hot Topic?” I hazarded. “I think there’s one of those in the mall.”
“Maybe,” said Olivia. “Let’s check their website.” She pulled out her phone.
Two minutes later, she shook her head. “No good,” she said. “Hardly anything shorter than what I have already, and their miniskirts don’t look remotely like office-wear.”
“Would any super-short miniskirt…?” I wondered aloud.
“Style-wise, sure,” said Olivia. “I just want something plain, non-frilly, solid in colour.”
“Hmm, okay,” I said, pulling out my own phone. For the next few minutes, we searched in silence. I ran a search for “where to buy micro skirts” and found an online store called Pretty Little Thing … but it did not seem to have any brick-and-mortar locations, and we would certainly not be able to get any orders shipped to us before Monday. Which was a pity, because they seemed to have plenty of the kind of skirt Olivia had in mind.
Then I pulled up a list of stores located in our local mall, and filtered it down to just the clothes stores. Laboriously, I checked out the websites of every single one of them … and was disappointed over and over again until I had exhausted the list.
“Maybe,” I said uncertainly, “you could trim the ones you have…?”
“Aha!” said Olivia. “I think I’ve got it. Walmart!”
“Walmart?” I repeated in bemusement. “Are you sure?”
“Take a look!” she said, handing me her phone.
“Holy shit!” I said, staring at the screen. “Olivia, your butt will be hanging out of these!” I was looking at a collection of similar skirts, all different colours, all pleated, and all too short to cover the buttocks of the models who were wearing them.
“I think they’ve hiked them up a bit, to make them look sexier,” said Olivia. “I can’t believe they would normally expose the butt like that.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” I said warily. “These skirts are clearly for naughty costume parties or intimate partner settings; I really don’t think they’re supposed to be worn out in public.”
“Well I don’t know, then,” said Olivia with a sigh. “I just thought it was worth a try, since there’s a Walmart just down the road.”
“Are you sure they would have any of these in stock?” I asked. “This style might only be available online.” I scrolled down. “Two-day shipping, it says. I really don’t think we’ll find this in the local superstore.”
“Ugh!” said Olivia, exasperated.
I went back a page, and scrolled down through the results Olivia had pulled up. To my surprise, there were a lot of miniskirt options – several of them less extreme than the one she had found, though still quite short. One thing they all had in common, though, was that they all said either ‘2-day shipping’ or ‘3-day shipping’. I sighed. “Seems like lots of options here, but they all require shipping! Some two days, some three days.”
“Shipping to here, or to our local store?” Olivia inquired.
“Um,” I said. “Let’s see … oh … to the store, I think!”
“Which is open Sundays, right?” said Olivia. “That’s two days away.”
“I don’t know if delivery times would include Sundays,” I said doubtfully. “Plus, it’s already five-forty. It might be a little late in the day to ensure a Sunday delivery.”
“Let’s try placing an order,” Olivia suggested, “and see what it gives us for a delivery date.”
“Okay,” I said.
We scrolled through the results of Olivia’s search for “miniskirt” on Walmart’s website, and selected seven different skirts, all with delivery times of two days. I was a little surprised that Olivia wanted to include a couple of the tiny pleated skirts, but her reasoning, when she explained it, actually made sense. “Chet told me to make him proud,” she said. “That wasn’t just a vague hope on his part; he was laying out his expectation. If I play it too safe, he’s going to be annoyed, and he’ll take it out on me in some way. He made it clear he wants me to make an impact. That means not just going with skirts that are one or two inches shorter than the ones I’m wearing now. If any of these skirts disappoint him, he’ll tell me off for wasting the company’s money, and he’ll tell me not to wear it again.”
“Oh jeez,” I said, my heart sinking. “Well, I’m sure you’re right – you know him better than I do. Maybe this tan one is a little too long, then.”
“I think it might be,” Olivia agreed. “Shame – I quite like it.”
“So we’re going with this black stretchy one,” I said, reviewing our cart, “this blue one with pockets, this loose flowery one, this burgundy one with the strings at the waist, and these two tiny pleated ones. Anything else? Do you want one to replace the tan one?”
“Hmm,” said Olivia. “Let’s add another pleated one. We’ve already got pink and pale blue…”
“How about black?” I suggested. “Or white??”
“Black,” she said. “With the white one, everyone will be asking if I’m going to play tennis.”
I chuckled. “Okay. You sure about this? I worry that these pleated ones will show your butt…”
“I really don’t think they will,” she replied, “but if they do, at least I’ll have four others. Can you check the delivery date yet?”
“Yeah,” I said. “It says Monday. On all of them.”
“Damn,” said Olivia, disappointed. “Look, just place the order anyway. I’ll figure something else out for Monday.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I’ll trim one of my current skirts,” she said. “I can sew, a bit – I should be able to hem it and make it look reasonably professional.”
“If you say so,” I said. “Right – oh, I need your company credit card…”
She gave me the card, and I placed the order, for delivery to our local superstore. “Done,” I informed her.
Olivia nodded. “Thanks darling,” she said.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
As usual I had been asleep when Olivia had left our apartment that morning, only partially waking up when she stooped to kiss me goodbye, so I had not yet seen today’s outfit. As I entered the living room, therefore, my eyes widened at the sight of my lovely wife, jacketless and with her gorgeous breasts indecently displayed, and her bare legs exposed almost to the tops of her thighs. “Wow!” I said breathlessly.
“Thank you,” she replied, grimacing a little. “I didn’t go to Walmart like this, incidentally – I just now popped a button open so you would get the full effect of how I looked to my colleagues today.” She refastened the button below her breasts, and the gap in her blouse closed a little.
“Your new skirt was popular, I’m guessing?”
Olivia nodded. “Lots of compliments,” she said. “And Brad came up behind me at the water-cooler, said I looked amazing, and gave my butt a squeeze through my skirt. I said, ‘Hey! Stop that,’ and he went away, chuckling.
“Ugh! Brad too, now?” I said. “I hope he took the hint and doesn’t try that again.”
“He won’t,” said Olivia confidently.
“Oh?” I said. “You seem very sure.”
“I’m sure, because I talked to him about it afterwards,” said Olivia. “I said to him, ‘Hey Brad, seriously, please don’t do that again. I’ve already got Chet treating me like a piece of meat, and Jonah groping my boobs every chance he gets … please don’t be like them.’ And he looked at me in surprise, and said, ‘Uh, you got it, Olivia. Sorry about grabbing your butt – it won’t happen again.’ He looked really contrite! So I thanked him, and went back to my desk.”
“That’s awesome!” I said. “Well done for having that conversation with him; he sounds like a nice guy who realises he made a mistake.”
“He is a nice guy,” Olivia agreed. “Which is why I was so taken aback by him grabbing me. I’d expect it from Chet or Jonah … or even Leonard. But Brad’s generally more respectful than the others. I think he just thought I wouldn’t mind, based on what he’d seen Jonah doing to me.”
“But now you’ve set him straight,” I said.
“Yup,” said Olivia. “I wish I could have a similar conversation with Jonah, but I really don’t think it would go the same way.”
“Not so much of a gentleman, is he?” I inquired,
“Not so much,” Olivia agreed.
“So how did the Walmart trip go?” I asked, gesturing at the bag she had set down by the sofa. “Did everything come in?”
Olivia nodded. “Yup,” she said. “Seven skirts, all indecently short.”
“Some more indecent than others, I suspect,” I said.
“We’ll see,” said Olivia. “I haven’t tried any of them on yet.”
“Would you like to model them for me now…?” I suggested hopefully.
Olivia smiled briefly, then shook her head. “It’s late, darling. I just want to change into something comfy, and have some dinner. Did you … happen to make anything…?”
“Of course!” I said. “Kraft mac and cheese, corn, and chicken nuggets. Still hot; I’ll go and dish it up while you get changed.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully. “Did you eat already?”
“Nope – I was waiting for you,” I said.
We ate dinner together in front of the television. After finishing an episode of Loki, I turned to my wife. “So, you’ve told me about Brad’s little misstep and subsequent redemption,” I said. “What about Jonah and Chet?”
“Jonah went straight for my boobs today,” said Olivia with a sigh. “Skipped my shoulders entirely. He spent some time outside my blouse, then, predictably, he slipped both hands in and fully grabbed my boobs. I was expecting it and didn’t react immediately, but after he’d been massaging them for a few seconds, I said, ‘Okay that’s enough Jonah.’ But he carried on! ‘Just a little longer,’ he said, while he pinched my nipples. And he kept fondling my boobs for at least another minute before I snapped and said, ‘Jonah! Enough!’ Then he did stop, but he leaned down and kissed my cheek before he left.”
“Another first,” I said, frowning. “Today the cheek, tomorrow the lips?”
“He’d better not,” said Olivia, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
“And Chet?” I asked.
“Chet’s favourite new thing is finger-fucking me,” said Olivia glumly. “In our morning meeting, he got his hand in my panties, then his finger in my vagina. Then he asked me to spread my feet apart, which I did … and then, after thrusting his finger in and out a few times, he told me to bend over with my elbows on his desk. I said, ‘Chet…’ But he just stared at me expectantly … and I knew I shouldn’t try to fight him. So I did as he asked, bending over so that my back was almost horizontal, and my hands and elbows were resting on his desk. He got behind me … I guess my skirt had ridden up quite a bit in that position … and he added another finger into my vagina. Then he started thrusting and thrusting, pretty hard and fast.” She hung her head. “Honestly, darling, it was almost like getting fucked. I don’t think it would have felt much different if it had been his cock instead of two fingers.”
“Oh God!” I said, aghast. “What a horrible thought! And what a nightmarish experience it must have been! I’m so sorry, Olivia.”
She shivered. “Yeah it was awful … but unfortunately it did stimulate me in predictable ways. I … I’m afraid I had another orgasm, darling…”
My stomach cramped. “Not your fault, of course,” I muttered. “I’m glad you didn’t fight it.”
“Oh … you’re upset!” said Olivia. “I’m sorry…”
“No no,” I hastily reassured her. “I’m not. Well … maybe I am, but only on your behalf. You did nothing wrong, and having an orgasm when you did probably cut short what might have been a longer fingering. Yes, I’m having some jealous feelings, but my anger is directed at Chet. Never at you, my love. Your ordeal is so much worse than mine. I’d be a fool and a jerk if I saw myself as the victim here.”
Olivia nodded. “Your feelings are understandable, though,” she said. “I know this is all really rough on you … which is why I’m so grateful that you continue to listen to my experiences, night after night. I know you wish you could do more, but believe me, darling: what you’re doing for me already is invaluable.”
“That’s good to hear,” I said, feeling a little better. “It’s hard not to feel rather helpless, when I hear about your boss taking such liberties with you without consequence … but I’m glad I’m helping you in some small way.”
“In a big way,” Olivia said firmly. “Shall I … go on?”
“Of course!” I said. “Please. Tell me everything.”
Olivia took a deep breath. “In the afternoon meeting,” she said, “he finger-fucked me again … but this time it seems he wasn’t happy with the angle of, um, entry … or something. He told me to lean back against his right arm, and to lift my feet off the ground, and raise my knees in the air. I stared at him, but his expression was very serious and I didn’t dare to object. I did as he asked, and then I let him spread my knees wide apart.” She put her head in her hands. “Ugh, it was so humiliating! He pulled my panties to one side … he could see everything! Then he shoved two of his fingers back inside me, and thrust and thrust and thrust, over and over again, sometimes pausing to rub my clit really fast with his thumb, and then going back to the thrusting. Darling, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t take much of that before I … I…”
“You had another orgasm,” I said quietly.
She nodded, and said nothing more.
“Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I know it’s embarrassing for you to have to tell me all this, but I’m glad you feel able to. But Olivia … how much more of this can you take? I’ve finished my art piece and put it on the market … but I haven’t had any bites yet, and I can’t guarantee it’ll sell well. I wish I could wave a magic wand and conjure up financial stability for us … but we have to face the possibility that for the foreseeable future, your income is all that’s keeping us afloat. And yet … the way things are going with Chet, I’m worried it’s going to drive you to a nervous breakdown. I don’t see how you can keep working there much longer.”
“I’ve had similar thoughts,” Olivia confessed. “I dream of quitting Moonbeam! But I just can’t, darling – I can’t! There’s no other job I could get that would pay me half as well. Waitressing?
House-cleaning? Operating a checkout at the grocery store? We couldn’t pay our bills if I did any of those. Actually I’d probably suck at all of them anyway. I don’t know how to do anything! Except what I do now, which I can only do because Chet took a chance on me and was patient while I learned. So now I know Moonbeam’s systems pretty well … but those skills aren’t transferable to other companies!” She sighed. “I’m stuck there, darling. I can’t leave. But don’t worry.” She took my hand and squeezed it. “To keep us together and financially secure, I can endure anything. I’m not going to have a nervous breakdown, darling. I’m stronger than you think!”
I smiled ruefully. “You are very strong,” I conceded. “I don’t know how you’ve coped with everything so far, but you have. I just worry that you’ll hit a breaking point.”
“As long as I have your love and support,” Olivia said, “I can carry on coping.”
“You have both,” I assured her. “Always.”
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I closed my laptop, and hurried through to the living room. “Welcome home, darling,” I said, my eyes riveted to Olivia’s hemline. “Wow, that’s really short…”
“It does cover my butt though,” she replied, turning around. “See?”
I squatted. She was right, but there cannot have been much more than an inch to spare. If she bent over at all, her buttocks would surely peep into view. “Yes,” I conceded. “But this wasn’t even one of your shortest new skirts. You’ve still to try on the pleated ones.”
“Yeah, I’m dreading those, a bit,” she admitted. “But I have three others, and a couple of those are a little longer than this one, I think. I just went with this one today because I quite like it.”
I sat down on the sofa, and she joined me. “So, how did it go?”
She sighed. “Well, Jonah came to see me pretty early,” she said. “Went straight for my boobs, and after about a minute he went beneath my blouse and grabbed them properly. I said, ‘Jonah…’ but he kept massaging them and playing with my nipples for a while. I pretty much ignored him and got on with my work, and he eventually got bored and went away.”
“Bored?” I said, slightly amused despite my indignation. “How could anyone get bored of your boobs?”
Olivia smirked. “How indeed? Unfortunately he came back for more later, but his second visit was not really any different from the first.”
“Huh,” I said. “Okay. And Chet…?”
She sighed. “I went in to discuss the newsletter, and he had me bend over his desk,” she said. “As I lay there, with my feet spread apart on the floor, I felt him pull my panties aside and start sliding a finger into my vagina. After thrusting it for a while, he added a second finger. And then … he took them out, and … and he pulled my panties down.”
“What?” I said in dismay.
“Just enough to expose my butt,” said Olivia. “Then two fingers went back in, thrust for a while, and then … he added a third finger. And he started fucking me with those fingers, hard and fast, while rubbing my clit with his other hand. It didn’t take too long for me to climax…”
“Ugh,” I groaned.
“You okay?” Olivia asked anxiously.
“Yes, yes,” I assured her. “I just … I feel awful for you. That horrible man…”
She nodded. “At least then he stopped, and pulled my panties back up … and then we discussed the newsletter like nothing had happened.”
“Surreal,” I muttered. “He didn’t even finger you during that discussion?”
“No!” she said. “I was quite surprised. He did stick his hand back up my skirt and fondle my butt, but that was it.”
“And the afternoon session…?” I asked.
She grimaced. “Worse,” she said. “He got me to lie on his desk, with my butt at the edge, and my legs up in the air. He fingered me for a minute, then he … he took my panties off. Completely! And then my shoes. And he spread my knees apart, bent down … and he … he licked me!”
“He what?” I said in astonishment.
“He performed, you know, oral sex on me,” said Olivia uncomfortably. “He sucked on my clit while fingering me with two fingers, and then he took out the fingers and stuck his tongue inside me … and then the fingers went back in and he was licking and sucking again. And after a few minutes of this, I … I had another orgasm…”
“Not really surprising under the circumstances,” I growled, “but what circumstances! This is a new low for Chet – how dare he?? How dare he lick my wife’s pussy?”
Olivia shrugged. “The same way he dares to finger your wife’s pussy. Because nobody’s stopping him.”
I ground my teeth. “It’s outrageous!” I said. “One of these days I’ll … I’ll…”
“Don’t do anything rash!” she urged me. “The last thing we need right now is for you to get arrested for assault.”
“I know, I know,” I grumbled, “but if anyone deserves a good beating, it’s Chet!”
“You’re not wrong,” Olivia conceded, “but honestly, darling, you wouldn’t win that right. Chet’s got six inches on you and he’s twice your weight. He’d flatten you with one punch.”
I deflated. She was right, of course. Chet was enormous and intimidating; I might as well try to fight a brick wall. “Maybe I need to learn a martial art,” I said sheepishly.
Olivia smiled. “You can if you want,” she said, “but don’t do it just to get revenge on Chet. That’s not healthy.”
I nodded. “So … was that it?”
“Oh,” said Olivia. “No – unfortunately not. You see, after I climaxed, I lay still for a few moments, panting … and then I realised I could hear something strange. I looked up … and Chet had his cock out! He was masturbating! I squealed, ‘Chet!’ and I tried to close my legs and sit up, but he pushed me back down. He said, ‘It’s not fair for you to have all the orgasms, Olivia. Now hold still.’ And he kept fapping away, until he groaned and ejaculated all over my thigh.”
“Oh my God, that’s disgusting!” I exclaimed, appalled.
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed. “Fortunately he had a box of tissues on his desk, and he pulled out a couple and handed them to me. I wiped myself clean, got off his desk, and put my panties and shoes back on. Then I sat on his lap, and we went over the dashboard together.”
I was still reeling. “I can’t believe he came on you!” I said in dismay.
“Yeah, it was gross,” Olivia agreed. “But honestly, darling … I was a little relieved, too. When I first saw his cock, I … I was worried he was going to try to put it in me…”
“Oh God!” I exclaimed. “What a terrifying thought!”
“Yeah,” said Olivia with a shudder.
I wiped sweat from my forehead. “Well at least he has SOME boundaries,” I said. “I suppose I should be glad that there’s at least one line he’s not willing to cross.”
“Me too,” Olivia agreed.
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I switched off the television. “Welcome home!” I said, looking up at Olivia as she kicked her shoes off. Her skirt today was slightly longer than yesterday’s, but still super short. “How was your day?”
She sat down next to me, her expression troubled. “Crappy,” she said. “I had to kiss Jonah.”
My jaw dropped. “Jonah?” I said. “Had to? Why?”
She shrugged. “Apparently I forgot to thank him for yesterday’s massage,” she said. “He didn’t even massage my shoulders! He just fondled my boobs! But I didn’t want to argue, so I just said, ‘Sorry Jonah – thank you for the massage.’ But he said, ‘Oh no – to make up for it I think you should thank me properly … with a kiss.’”
“Uh-oh,” I said, frowning. “You think he’d been talking to Chet?”
“I’m sure of it,” said Olivia. “I’m sure Chet put him up to it. And I didn’t want to risk a confrontation with Chet over it. So I just said, ‘Fine – just one kiss.’ And he kissed me. Then he reached into my blouse and grabbed my boob, and pinched my nipple, and I gasped a bit … and he stuck his tongue in my mouth.”
“What an asshole!” I said angrily.
“He had his other hand around the back of my head,” Olivia went on, “so I couldn’t even pull away. He French-kissed me for about a minute, and then he finally stopped, and started playing with my boobs with both hands. He even popped another button on my blouse so he could pull my boobs completely out into the open. I protested at this, but he just laughed. Eventually he went away, and I tucked away my boobs, refastened the button, and got back to work.”
“He’s getting as bad as Chet!” I exclaimed.
“Well, not quite,” said Olivia. “Chet was awful today.”
“Oh?” I said nervously.
She gulped, frowning unhappily as she seemed to relive a painful memory. “In our morning meeting, he bent me over his desk, and pulled my panties all the way down,” she said. “He even had me step out of them. Then he knelt down behind me and … he licked me again.”
“Ugh,” I said, grimacing. “I’m not a fan of this new trend.”
“Me neither,” Olivia agreed. “Anyway for the next few minutes he alternated between licking me and fingering me … with one, then two, then three fingers … until I finally climaxed. Then, while I lay there, I heard him masturbating … and then I felt his wet cum splattering over my butt.”
“Yuck!” I said, revolted.
“I could feel it running down between my buttocks, and over my butthole … and I was paranoid about it going inside my vagina,” said Olivia. “My period ended last Thursday, and I figure I’ll be ovulating in the next couple of days … so this is really not a good time to have another man’s sperm inside me! I grabbed a couple of tissues, and quickly cleaned myself. Then I put my panties back on, tugged my skirt down, and we began to review the newsletter.”
I shivered. “Maybe this month I’ll manage to get you pregnant myself,” I suggested.
Olivia sighed. “That would be nice,” she said. “But after two years of trying … I’m starting to think there’s something … wrong…”
“Yeah,” I said glumly. “Probably with me, I suspect.”
“You don’t know that,” said Olivia encouragingly. “It could just as easily be me.”
“But you said yourself,” I said, “the women in your family tend to get pregnant on the first try – they’re incredibly fertile.”
“I could be the exception,” she pointed out.
“Yeah,” I conceded, “but you’ve seen me … climax. I don’t so much spurt as dribble. And the quantity … I compare myself to the guys in porn videos, and I can’t help noticing…”
“You can’t compare yourself to guys like that,” said Olivia firmly. “They’re in that job for a reason! They’re not average men.”
“Even so,” I said stubbornly. “My semen just doesn’t look like theirs does. It’s all … yellowish, and…”
Olivia silenced me with a kiss. “If you’re that worried about it,” she said, “we can get you tested. Maybe you have a low sperm count. So what? They have techniques where they can take one of your best sperms and introduce it directly to one of my eggs. I know it’s not the most romantic way to get pregnant, but it’s an option if we want to pursue it. We’re young, we have plenty of time … don’t worry, darling. We’ll have a beautiful baby together; you’ll see.”
I smiled at her. “I can’t wait,” I said.
Olivia stroked my cheek. Then she sighed. “You want to hear what happened in the afternoon?”
I had to take a moment to mentally reset. “Yes,” I said. “Of course.”
She bit her lip. “He had me lie on my back on his desk again,” she said, “and once again he took off my panties and shoes. Then he fingered me again, and sucked on my clit, and at first it was just like yesterday. But when I was about to climax, he eased up, and took out his cock. I … I was afraid he was going to … you know … but he just tugged on it a bit, and then he bent over me and kissed me, while sliding three fingers back inside me. He thrust for a while, as he tongued my mouth, and then he took his fingers out and I … I felt him rubbing my clit. But it felt different, and I realised … he was using the shaft of his cock! He was rubbing himself against me…”
“Oh dear God!” I exclaimed in horror. “His cock actually touched your pussy?”
“Yes!” said Olivia unhappily. “And rubbed and rubbed against it! Eventually he went back to using his fingers, though, and it wasn’t long before he made me have an orgasm. But while I was recovering from that, he was masturbating furiously with the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit and labia. Then … he ejaculated, all over my pussy!”
“Ugh, my God!” I groaned in despair.
“I frantically reached for tissues, but I couldn’t see the box anywhere,” said Olivia miserably. “I said, ‘Tissues please, Chet!’ But he just laughed, and fetched my panties, and put my feet into them, and pulled them up my legs. ‘Just let it all soak into your panties,’ he said, as he tugged them up tightly against my butt and pussy. It was so gross!”
“I really hope none of it went inside!” I said anxiously.
“Me too!” agreed Olivia fervently. “I don’t think any did, but it was super gross sitting on his lap afterwards, feeling his cum pressing wetly against my pussy.”
“Maybe you need to start taking a spare pair of panties to work with you,” I suggested, feeling highly repulsed by the idea of Chet’s semen squishing against my wife’s pussy inside her panties.
“I already do,” said Olivia. “And you better believe that as soon as I got out of Chet’s office, I went to the bathroom to wipe myself down and change into my clean pair!”
“Oh good,” I said, feeling a little better. “I’d hate to think of you spending the rest of the day like that.”
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed. “Me too – that would have been disgusting.”
I sighed. “Um, sorry, I haven’t made dinner yet. I’ll go and throw something together if you like. You’ve had a rough day...”
“Don’t worry about it – I’ll cook,” said Olivia. “It’ll help me get my mind off Chet.”
“Okay,” I said.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
“Got to go – Olivia’s home,” I said. “Bye Mom.” I hung up, and went through to the living room. “Hi darling – welcome home.”
Olivia slumped wearily on to the sofa. “Ugh, what a day,” she groaned.
“Tell me about it,” I said, sitting next to her.
She sighed. “Well, let’s get Jonah out of the way first,” she said. “He insisted on another kiss, and while he was kissing me, he popped open the last couple of buttons on my blouse, and fondled my boobs. He even tried to pull my blouse off my shoulders – I think he intended to take it off me entirely – but I said ‘Stop it Jonah, that’s too far!’ And he backed off. I buttoned myself up again and got back to work.”
“That asshole,” I growled. “He’s not even your boss – how does he have the nerve to do something like that?”
Olivia shrugged. “I’m guessing Chet’s encouraging him to push me further and further,” she said. “I don’t think he’d have the guts otherwise.”
I nodded. “Okay, so … on to Chet…”
Olivia shuddered. “Newsletter meeting … he had me bend over his desk again, of course. He took off my panties, then had me spread my feet wide apart. He fingered me, and licked me … same as before … but then I felt something else … and I realised he was rubbing the tip of his cock up and down, from my butthole to my clit, back and forth, over and over again.”
“Jesus!” I said anxiously.
“Every time he passed my vagina, I was terrified he would push it in,” Olivia went on. “But he didn’t. He did eventually climax – I heard him moaning in his orgasm – but I didn’t feel anything on me. Then he had me lift my feet and step into my panties, which he pulled all the way up … and then I felt it.”
“Felt what?” I asked, my eyes wide.
“His cum!” said Olivia. “He’d climaxed into my panties! I could feel it against my pussy and vagina – a slimy pool sitting in the gusset. It was horrible.”
“Ugh,” I said, screwing my face up.
“Then we went over the newsletter, but he had his hand up my skirt, his fingers between my legs, massaging his semen against my vaginal opening. He even pushed my panties inside me a bit … along with some of his cum, no doubt! I felt sick to my stomach, and I couldn’t wait to get out of there. But I had to wait patiently until our meeting was done. Then I hurried to the bathroom, wiped myself clean, and even stuck a couple of fingers inside my vagina to try and extract any sperm that had got in there. I hope I did enough. I’d hate, hate, hate to accidentally get pregnant by that man!”
“That would be the worst!” I said in distress. “Olivia, we have to get you out of that place! I’m worried!”
“Me too,” said Olivia fretfully. “But we don’t have any other options, darling. We can’t risk becoming homeless – how would we raise a child then?”
I put my head in my hands. “I … I’ll get a job,” I said miserably. “Something … anything. Just to have some money so you can quit your job.”
Olivia sighed. “It won’t be enough,” she said. “You have a degree in art history – what are you going to do with that? I fell in love with you because you have enormous talent and were unapologetically following your dream. I knew you were unlikely to make a lot of money, but that didn’t matter to me. And yes, it kinda does matter now … but for better or worse, I married you for who you are. And I’m afraid you’re just not likely to get a job that pays well enough to support us both. Not in the short-term, certainly.”
My shoulders slumped in defeat. She was right, of course. “I just can’t stand thinking of Chet gleefully rubbing his semen into your vagina,” I lamented. “It’s so perverse, even if it doesn’t get you pregnant.”
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed unhappily. “Anyway … should I go on?”
“Yes,” I muttered. “Please do.”
“At the end of our meeting, Chet said, ‘I’ve been enjoying your skirts this week, Olivia. You did a good job, finding them.’ And I thanked him. And then he said, ‘I think my favourite was the one you wore on Tuesday – the blue one. Do you have any more that short?’ And I said, ‘Yes, actually, I have three that I think might be even shorter.’ And he said, ‘Oh, excellent! Let’s see you in one of those tomorrow, okay?’ And I said, ‘Um, okay…’. I haven’t tried the pleated ones on yet – I really hope they’re not too short to wear!”
“Sounds like you’ll have to wear one of them, whether it’s too short or not,” I said uncomfortably.
“Yeah,” she agreed ruefully. “Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned them to Chet … but his direct question caught me off guard…”
I nodded. “What’s done is done,” I said. “So … what happened in the afternoon…?”
“Well first Jonah came back for more,” said Olivia. “He kissed me, unbuttoned my blouse and opened it up … and then he stuck his hand between my legs and cupped my pussy through my panties!”
“What?” I said, alarmed. “But he was supposed to keep it above the waist!”
“He apparently didn’t get that memo,” said Olivia grimly. “I tried to pull away from the kiss, but he was holding the back of my head again. He managed to give my pussy a good rub before I scooted my chair back and wiggled out of his grasp. I said, ‘Jonah, not cool!’ But he just laughed and walked off.”
“Asshole,” I growled.
“Then I had my afternoon meeting with Chet,” said Olivia. “Ugh. It was worse than ever. Once again I was lying on his desk, panties and shoes off … and this time he opened up my blouse too, so my boobs were on full display. And he leaned down over me, and kissed me, tonguing my mouth with both hands on my boobs and his exposed cock rubbing up and down on my pussy. He’d pulled his pants and underwear down; they were around his ankles at this point. And as I lay there with my legs spread wide and his erection sliding back and forth, inches from my vagina, I couldn’t help thinking that it would be so easy for him to just slip it inside me.”
My stomach lurched at the thought. “He probably loved that, though,” I said bitterly. “Putting you in that helpless position, showing you how much power he had over you, knowing that you were completely vulnerable and at his mercy … it’s an ego trip for him.”
Olivia nodded. “Yes, I was certainly totally at his mercy,” she said. “And he knew it, and even teased me about it. He stopped kissing me, and reached down to grab his cock, and then he positioned it right at the entrance to my vagina. And he said, ‘Isn’t this interesting, Olivia? Just one little thrust, and I would be inside you.’ And I said, ‘Please don’t, Chet – I’m married!’ And he laughed, and started pushing his cock in. I could feel myself opening up, and I squealed.”
“Oh God!” I exclaimed, aghast.
“He was just teasing me,” Olivia assured me. “He had no intention of putting it in. But he certainly had me worried for a moment!”
My relief was immense. “What a mean thing to do, though!” I said. “Teasing you in such a way.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Anyway, what he did next was worse. He began masturbating, with the end of his cock right up against my vaginal opening … and he said, ‘I don’t have to put it in, you know, to fill you up with my sperm.’ And I said to him, ‘Don’t do that, though! Please Chet. I’m bound to get pregnant if you do!’ And he laughed and said, ‘Oh dear! What a predicament that would be.’ Which made me really worried that he would actually do it.”
I was on the edge of my seat, in danger of falling off and descending into a black pit of despair. “What … what did he actually do?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
Olivia shuddered. “He kissed me, and I felt his cock rubbing rapidly against me as he masturbated … but I couldn’t see what was going on down there. Then he groaned, and went all stiff, and then he sort of slumped on me, and I felt his cum on my pussy. I looked around for tissues again, but couldn’t see any. Then Chet got off me, and he looked down at my pussy, and he said, ‘There, you see? It’s all on the outside.’ But then he started rubbing my pussy with his fingers, and … he slid two of them inside me! ‘Chet!’ I said. ‘Are you pushing your cum inside me?’ And he said, ‘Oops, I guess I might have gotten some on my fingers.’ He was grinning; I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. And he kept on thrusting his fingers in and out! I lifted my head so I could see better, and I saw his white semen all over his two fingers that were sliding in and out of me. ‘No!’ I said. “Please stop that, Chet!’ And he did. He laughed and took his fingers out, then he fetched my panties and put them back on. As he pulled them into place around my butt and pussy, he said, ‘Don’t clean up, Olivia. I want you to feel my cum against you for the rest of the afternoon.’ I put my shoes back on, fixed my blouse, and left his office in a hurry.”
“With his semen inside you!” I gasped in horror. “What did you do next?”
“I disobeyed his instructions,” Olivia confessed. “Well, kind of. I went to the bathroom, pulled my panties down, and stuck a couple of fingers into my vagina. I was trying to pull out Chet’s semen. I got some of it, but I don’t know if I got it all. I did my best. I’m sorry if it wasn’t enough…”
“My poor Olivia!” I said, distraught. “He’s playing the most awful, messed-up game with you! He’s utterly reckless and he’s just casually risking ruining your life! The man is evil!”
Olivia bit her lip. “I considered … shopping for a Plan B pill. You know, the morning-after pill.”
I stared at her in surprise. “Isn’t that against your religion?”
“It is,” she admitted. “But I was feeling pretty desperate when I left the office.”
“But … you and I had sex last night,” I said. “What if we got lucky, and you took a pill that … ended it?”
“That’s what stopped me,” she admitted. “I’d absolutely hate for that to happen.”
I sighed. “He’s got to stop ejaculating on your pussy!” I said. “If only you could persuade him somehow…”
Olivia shuddered. “You mean … like … offer him my mouth…?”
“What??” I exclaimed. “Good grief! No, I didn’t mean that at all! I didn’t have a particular strategy in mind; I was just imagining you giving him some compelling reason why he shouldn’t do it on your pussy!”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure what reason he would accept,” she said. “But if I gave him a blowjob, I could maybe make him cum in my mouth, and keep his sperm away from my vagina.”
“Gah!” I said in disgust. “That … I guess that might work … but it’s too horrible to think about!”
“Darling, I’m terrified of him getting me pregnant,” said Olivia sadly. “I know it’s painful to think about … but please try. I … I really think it might be worth trying.”
My mind was in a turmoil. But my poor Olivia was suffering, and she did have a point. After wrestling with the concept for a couple of minutes, I reluctantly said, “If you want to try it … then go ahead. I hate the idea, but I’ll support you nonetheless. I do see how it might be your only viable solution.”
“Thank you,” said Olivia gratefully.
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
Perfect timing, I thought to myself. I took the casserole dish out of the oven, and set it on the stove top. Then, taking off the oven gloves, I quickly walked through to the living room. Olivia was there, looking sad.
“Welcome home, darling!” I said. I sat down next to her on the sofa. “I cooked!”
Olivia managed a smile. “Well done darling,” she said. “What are we having?”
“Baked pasta casserole!” I said. “I found a recipe online. “I used the penne pasta we had in the cupboard, a jar of pasta sauce that I got from down the road, a bag of mixed vegetables from the freezer, a bunch of chicken nuggets which I chopped up into little pieces, and the whole lot was covered in shredded cheese. I just took it out of the oven; it looks and smells great!”
“Wow!” said Olivia, astonished. “That sounds really good! Thank you for doing that, darling.”
“You’re welcome!” I beamed.
“Did you switch off the oven?” she asked.
“Oh crap,” I said, jumping up and hurrying through to the kitchen. I switched off the oven, returned, and sat down. “Done! Now … how was your day?”
Olivia put her head in her hands. “The worst yet,” she said miserably.
I reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Talk me through it,” I said. Then, when she remained silent for a few seconds, I gently prompted her, “Did Jonah undo your blouse again…?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah,” she said, “that was practically the first thing he did. He leaned over me from behind, undid the rest of my buttons, pulled my blouse open, and started massaging my breasts. Then he came around beside me, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and reached between my thighs to rub my pussy through my panties.”
“Ugh, that guy,” I muttered. “You stopped him at that point?”
“It was a little hard to!” she replied. “His face was pressed against mine, his right hand was behind my head, holding it in place, and his left hand was tucked between my legs, rubbing my pussy like crazy. His middle finger was sliding up and down, pressing between my labia, and then pushing my panties up into my vagina … and I was just kinda squealing and trying to talk, but to no avail. He finally let me go, and when I looked up … there was Leonard, peeking over the wall of my cubicle, grinning at my boobs and exposed panties! He said, ‘That looked like fun – mind if I have a go too?’ And I said, ‘No! I have to get back to work!’”
“Uh-oh,” I said. “Is he likely to be trouble?”
“He might be,” admitted Olivia. “He had no compunctions about making a lewd remark about my skirt today.”
“Oh yes, you wore one of these!” I said, looking down at her pink pleated skirt. How was it? Did it cover … everything?”
Olivia pouted, then she sighed, and stood up. Turning around, she said, “See for yourself.” She then tugged her skirt down as far as it would go.
“Oh goodness!” I said, unnerved. The hem of her skirt was about an inch and a half shy of covering her buttocks. Her white panties were also peeping into view.
She sat back down. “Yes, everyone loved it,” she said grumpily. “Some of them even took sneaky photos of me when my back was turned. Chet loved it so much he said I should just rotate between the three I have in this style from now on. He even said I could buy some more, in different colours, on the company credit card.”
“So you’re not even allowed to cover your butt anymore?” I asked in disbelief.
“Seems that way,” she replied bitterly. “But honestly, that wasn’t anything like the worst thing that happened today.”
I steeled myself. “Go on…”
“When I went to Chet’s office for our newsletter meeting,” she said, “he had me take off my panties and bend over his desk. And spread my feet apart. He pulled my skirt up so that it was just draped over my waist, then he knelt down and started licking. After a while he got up, and I felt his cock rubbing against my pussy. Up and down, up and down … and each time he reached my vagina, he would press it in a bit. When I protested, he would just laugh, and press it harder. I was deathly afraid of it going in. So … I said, ‘Would you like me to suck it, Chet?’”
“Oh God!” I groaned. “I … I understand why, though. Did he go for it?”
“Yeah … he said, ‘What a wonderful idea, Olivia!’ And he let me get up from the desk. I kneeled down in front of him, grabbed his erect cock … and I put it in my mouth.”
“Ugh,” I said, grimacing.
“I sucked him and sucked him, trying really hard to make him cum,” said Olivia mournfully. “I didn’t want to, of course! But taking it in my mouth was better than risking any more getting in my vagina. And eventually … he groaned, and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed, and kept sucking and sucking, until I’d gotten every last drop.”
“Well done,” I said unhappily. “I guess that was a good strategy. It’s awful to think about, though.”
“It was even worse to do it,” Olivia replied. “It was disgusting.”
“I’m sure,” I said sympathetically. “Poor darling. Did that at least end the naughtiness?”
“For that meeting, yes,” Olivia agreed. “Once he’d put away his cock, we reviewed the newsletter and I went away with a list of changes to make.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding. “And … the afternoon?”
Olivia swallowed. “Darling, I…” she said falteringly.
“Take your time,” I said gently.
She bit her lip, and nodded. “He … he had me take off my shoes and panties … and then he unbuttoned my blouse, and had me take that off, too. I lay on my back on his desk wearing just my skirt … and he began licking me. Then, after a minute or so, he unzipped my skirt, and pulled it off me. I was … I was naked…” She put her head in her hands. “I was afraid of where it was going, so I offered him another blowjob. He said, ‘Sure!’ And went around to the front of his desk, where my head was. He had my tilt my head back, then he shoved his cock into my mouth. It was an awkward angle, but I sucked as best I could … and he started thrusting… He said, ‘Ooh, I love fucking your mouth, Olivia…’”
I ground my teeth. “Disgusting man!” I said angrily. “Why can’t he just leave you alone?”
“I was hoping he would finish in my mouth,” Olivia went on, “but he didn’t. Instead he went back behind his desk, pulled my knees wide apart, and started rubbing his cock up and down my pussy. It was wet from my saliva, so it slid really easily. And when it reached my vagina, he pushed it in a little. I said, ‘Don’t, Chet, please…’ And he chuckled, and pushed harder … and I felt myself opening up, and then the whole head of his cock sliding into me…”
“Jesus!” I exclaimed, horrified.
“He pulled it out again,” said Olivia wretchedly, “and I thought ‘Oh, he’s just teasing me again.’ But he went back to my vagina, pushed again, and even more of his cock went inside me. He pulled back a bit, and I thought he would take it out … but then he just pushed harder, and went even deeper. I said, ‘No, Chet!’ But he kept pulling out and pushing in again, faster and faster, and going deeper and deeper, until he was fully buried inside me with each thrust, and … well … basically he was fucking me.”
I bent forward and buried my head between my knees. “Noooo!” I cried, my stomach churning in disgust. “I can’t believe it!”
Olivia had drawn her knees up to her chest, and was hugging them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, darling.”
My despair was absolute. But I was not so full of self-pity that I forgot who the real victim was. I sat up straight, and pulled Olivia into a hug. “No, you’ve nothing to be sorry for,” I told her firmly, through my tears. “You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s all Chet.”
“But I could have quit my job,” she said sadly.
“No,” I said, “as you’ve said yourself, that’s not an option. You had no way out of this, my darling. You’re blameless.”
“I don’t feel like it,” she said.
“I assume he … climaxed?” I asked tentatively.
She nodded. “After a couple of minutes, he shuddered and pushed himself as deep as he could. I could actually feel his cock twitch as he ejaculated inside me.” She stifled a sob. “Darling, I think we need to be prepared for the likelihood that I’m getting pregnant from this. By my calculation I’m ovulating today … and if not today, then yesterday or tomorrow, which is pretty much as bad. Chet ejaculates a lot … just tons and tons of white semen that looks healthy and is probably teeming with hyperactive sperms. And knowing my genetics … I don’t think it’s a stretch to say I’m almost certainly having a baby in nine months.”
“What about … Plan B…?” I suggested desperately.
She shrugged. “I don’t see the point,” she said. “Now that he’s fucked me once, he’ll keep doing it again and again, every day. Probably twice a day. I can’t just keep taking Plan B over and over. It’s not even totally effective. Sooner or later Chet’s going to get me pregnant, and I feel like I might as well just bite the bullet and accept it.”
“But … but…” I said despairingly.
Olivia took my hands. “Darling, maybe something good can come of this,” she said. “Maybe we were never destined to have a baby together – made by both of us. But if that were the case, would you consider adopting a baby with me?”
“Um … well, sure!” I said. “If it came to that, yes, absolutely.”
“I’m glad you feel that way,” said Olivia, smiling a little. “And what if that baby was actually genetically mine? By means of a sperm donor?”
“I see where this is going,” I said reluctantly. “And yes, that would be a good thing. I’m just having a hard time with the idea that your horrible boss is the sperm donor.”
“It’s not ideal,” Olivia agreed. “But he’s still only a donor. The baby will be your son or daughter, and you’ll be his or her father … in every way that matters. The fact that Chet donated a sperm is irrelevant. Don’t let him ruin what could be a beautiful thing for the two of us. Just think: you’ll be a daddy in nine months! Chet might have made it possible, but he won’t have anything to do with raising our child.”
I smiled half-heartedly. “Trust you to find a bright side to all this,” I said. “I must admit, you’re making a lot of good points. I can’t deny it’ll take me a while to get used to the idea … but I guess I’d rather be a father to a child that is genetically yours than to one that isn’t related to either of us. I mean, I’d love him or her either way, but it’ll be easier this way, I think.” Then I grimaced. “I just hate that this is the reality I have to accept, though! I hate that Chet’s done this to you. I wish he would just let you do your job in peace, and not push you further and further into being his sexual plaything.”
“I do too,” Olivia agreed. “But like it or not, this is our reality now. Can you try to make the best of it…?”
I hugged her. “I’ll try,” I said.
“Shall I finish my story…?” she asked.
“Oh … there’s more?” I said nervously. What more could there possibly be?
“After he pulled out of me,” said Olivia, “he had me put my panties back on. He said, ‘You’re going to leak a bit, Olivia, but I want you to keep those panties on. No cleaning up! And tomorrow, I’m going to take you out to dinner. Somewhere nice. I’ll pick you up at six o’clock, okay?’ And … I’m sorry, darling, but it’s really hard to refuse a request from your boss when you’re in his office, wearing only your panties, after he’s just had sex with you. I told him, ‘Okay, Chet,’ and then I finished getting dressed. As I was leaving his office, he said, ‘Oh – another thing, Olivia. From now on, wear thongs. That skirt’s really too short for you to wear regular panties with it. Thongs only, going forward. Okay?’ And I said, ‘Okay Chet,” again.” She sighed. “There’s no more fight in me, I’m sorry.”
“Well, I did tell you not to fight him,” I conceded. “But ugh! Another dinner? I was hoping to have you to myself this weekend. I thought we might perhaps go and see a movie tomorrow evening.”
“Why not make it a matinee?” she suggested. “We can have lunch at Panera or somewhere, then go straight to the cinema.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Sounds good.”
SUNDAY
“I’m home!”
“Oh my God!” I said, rushing through to the living room and hugging my wife tightly. “Welcome home! I can’t believe Chet made you stay the night at his house!”
“Well, he said he was too tired to drive,” said Olivia ruefully. “Darling, I’m sorry – I’m happy to tell you all about it, but do you think I could get changed first? I just want to get out of this dress … and this thong…”
“Of course, of course!” I said.
Once she had changed into her sweatpants and a sweatshirt, she came and sat down next to me on the sofa. “Let’s start with dinner,” I said. “How was it?”
She shrugged. “It was nice,” she said. “Chet knows his restaurants. Afterwards he took me back to his house, and there he undressed me and carried me to his bed. He didn’t ask me or give me any choice in the matter; he just set me down on his bed, started kissing me … and before I knew it, he was on top of me and sliding his cock into me.”
“Ugh goddammit!” I muttered furiously.
“After he came inside me, he cuddled me naked for a while until he fell asleep,” Olivia continued. “I was keen to get home, but I had no means of transport; there’s no bus service out to his house. I considered trying Uber, but I’ve never done that before and I’m not sure how it works. Anyway, at about ten o’clock Chet woke up, and I asked him if he would take me home. He said he was too tired to drive, and I should just stay the night; he would drive me home in the morning. I said to him, ‘I can’t stay the night, Chet! My husband’s expecting me home, and I don’t have any sleepwear or toothpaste or anything.’ He said, ‘Your husband is an understanding type; just tell him it’s getting late and your boss wants you to stay the night. You don’t need any sleepwear, and I’m sure I can find you a clean toothbrush and some toothpaste.’ So that’s when I texted you. Sure enough he found me a toothbrush and toothpaste, and I got ready for bed. Then – at Chet’s insistence – I climbed back into his bed, and once he was ready for bed himself, he got in with me, and had sex with me again.”
I whimpered unhappily.
“This morning,” Olivia went on, “he fucked me yet again, then he got up and made me some breakfast. After that, I put my dress back on, and my thong, and shoes, and asked him to take me home. Which he did.”
“Well I’m glad you’re home,” I said. “I really missed you last night!”
“I missed you too,” she said, hugging me.
I held her close. “He’s just going to keep fucking you, isn’t he?” I said, feeling utterly depressed. “Twice a day on weekdays, and maybe on weekends too.”
“I guess so,” she replied resignedly.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I closed my laptop, and went through to the living room. “Welcome home,” I said, sitting down on the sofa. I took a deep breath, then let it out. “How did it go today?” I was dreading hearing about it, but at least, I thought, it could not get any worse.
Olivia sat down beside me. “Jonah got his hand in my thong,” she said unhappily. “Played with my clit for a few seconds while he was kissing me, until I managed to push him away.”
“Ugh, he’s going to have sex with you too, isn’t he?” I groaned.
Olivia shrugged. “I’m not sure,” she said. “Chet might not want it to go that far. He keeps telling me I’m his, while he’s fucking me. I’m not sure he’ll want another man having sex with me, even though he’s clearly happy for Jonah to have a bit of fun at my expense.”
“But you’re not ‘his’, I said indignantly. “You’re mine!”
Olivia smiled. “Yes I am,” she said. Then her face clouded over. “But Chet clearly thinks differently. He has sex with me whenever he wants. And he said today he enjoyed our date night so much, he wants to do it again … even make it a regular thing.”
“What does that mean?” I asked uneasily. “How regular?”
“Every Saturday,” said Olivia. “He said he’ll pick me up at six o’clock each Saturday, and bring me back on Sunday morning.”
“Ugh, I thought that was going to be just one time!” I protested. “Now he wants to actually sleep with you, one night a week?”
Olivia nodded. “I said I would think about it, but I don’t think he’s really going to give me a choice. He’ll be here to pick me up on Saturday at six, and unless you want a big confrontation, which is unlikely to end well, I’ll have to go with him.”
I grimaced. “But I hate to think of you going through that again,” I grumbled.
“It wasn’t all bad,” Olivia reassured me. “The meal was nice, and he has a nice house, and a comfortable bed. I didn’t want the sex, of course, but at least I got a couple of orgasms out of it. I can endure it if I have to.”
“Well,” I said, “as much as it sucks, it’s only one night a week, I guess. If you’re willing to do it, then you might as well accept it without fuss.”
“Okay,” said Olivia, nodding.
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I quickly finished cutting my toenails, then I trotted barefoot through to the living room. Olivia was just sitting down, in one of her ridiculously short new skirts, and I sat next to her.
“Welcome home darling,” I said. “How did it go today?”
She shuddered. “Jonah fingered me,” she said, looking rather nauseous. “Got his finger right up inside me while we were kissing. Then later, Leonard came up behind me and squeezed my boobs through my blouse. I told him to stop, and he did, but I’m guessing he’ll be back for more.”
I scowled. “No doubt,” I said.
“Chet fucked me twice,” Olivia continued. “And … he was going on about our next date. He said he wants to move it up to tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” I echoed. “Why tomorrow? What’s wrong with Saturday?”
“He said he can’t wait that long,” said Olivia dejectedly. “He said he gets lonely at night.”
“Ugh, for goodness sake,” I said in annoyance. “He’s managed perfectly well for the past year since his wife left him.”
“That doesn’t mean he hasn’t been lonely,” Olivia pointed out.
“Okay, fine … but it’s not your job to keep him company at night!” I protested.
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed. “Unfortunately I’m not sure he sees it that way. Anyway he wants me to take a change of clothes with me to work tomorrow, so I don’t have to come back here before Thursday.”
“But,” I said in dismay, “then I won’t see you until Thursday evening!”
“I could always not take a change of clothes tomorrow,” Olivia suggested. “But if he won’t bring me home in the morning, I’ll be stuck in the same work clothes two days in a row.”
“I’m sure he won’t care about that,” I grumbled. “Ugh, fine – take a change of clothes. But I’ll miss you!”
“I’ll miss you too,” said Olivia, and she kissed me gently on the lips.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
“Yay!” I said, excitedly getting out of bed and hurrying through to the living room. I hugged Olivia. “Welcome home!”
We sat down together. “I missed you so much!” I said. “But it’s so good to have you home. How was your date with Chet?”
“Well you saw my texts…” she said.
I nodded. “You went to Jewel of Kashmir,” I said. “You said the food was good … but I mean how was the date in general? How was Chet? Did he do awful things to you?”
Olivia shrugged. “He was fine during the meal,” she said. “For most of the time he was fine. We talked, we ate, we drank – it was a decent enough date. Later, in bed, he tied me up with silk scarves and spanked me … which was a new experience…”
“He spanked you?” I exclaimed, outraged. “That vile piece of crap! Are you okay? Are you bruised?”
Olivia shook her head. “He didn’t hit hard; it was just a light spanking,” she said. “I guess it was a little humiliating … but I’m no stranger to that, these days.”
I growled in frustration.
“Oh, and he … he fucked my ass,” Olivia went on, grimacing. “That was new too.”
“Ugh!” I said, appalled. “We haven’t even done that!”
“I know,” said Olivia. “It was … weird. But he used a lot of lube, and he took his time. It wasn’t as painful as I had imagined.”
I shuddered, feeling sick. “My poor darling!” I groaned. “You’ve suffered so much!”
“Honestly,” said Olivia, “it wasn’t as bad as my experiences at work. At least I didn’t have an audience in Chet’s bedroom.”
“What happened at work?” I asked uneasily.
“Well, yesterday Jonah got my blouse completely off for the first time,” she said. “And Leonard groped my boobs while Jonah was kissing and finger-fucking me. Then Leonard kissed me, and Jonah sucked on my nipples. He … I’m afraid he kinda gave me an orgasm…”
“Ugh,” I groaned. The mental images Olivia was conjuring up were making me feel ill.
“Today he actually got my panties off,” she went on. “And Leonard had me on his lap, holding my legs wide apart, while Jonah thrust two fingers in and out of me. And Mike was watching … and after I had another orgasm, he came into my cube and kissed me, while squeezing my boob.” She sighed. “I don’t even bother resisting anymore. I’ve become the office slut.”
I wrung my hands in anguish. “This is all so unfair!” I said, tears in my eyes. “Why are you having to go through such horrors? You’ve done nothing to deserve this mistreatment!”
Olivia shrugged. “They all know Chet’s fucking me in his office,” she said. “And I’m wearing next to nothing. And whatever they do to me, they get away with it. Chet doesn’t stop them. I’m just cursed with a horny scoundrel for a boss.”
“But how do we get you out of it?” I asked desperately.
“We can’t,” said Olivia resignedly. “I’ve given up thinking that way. This is my life now; I just have to accept it.”
This was highly disturbing to me. “Accept it?” I said. “But it’s … unacceptable!”
“Darling, I just don’t have the energy to do anything else,” said Olivia with a sigh. “Fighting it, even just mentally, is too exhausting and stressful. For me, and for you. I see you torturing yourself over this … but please stop. Don’t give yourself an ulcer, agonising over what you can’t control. Try to accept it, as I’ve done. You’ll feel better.”
“I don’t know if I can!” I said, instinctively recoiling at the very notion. “It feels like letting Chet ‘win’. I can’t stand that thought.”
“Darling, he’s already won,” said Olivia wearily. “The sooner you admit that to yourself, the better you’ll be able to deal with it.”
“I’m not sure I can,” I said, feeling rather shaken by Olivia’s defeatism. “But … I’ll try, I guess.”
Olivia hesitated. Then, “Chet wants to take me to New York this weekend,” she said.
“New York?” I asked in surprise. “Why? Wait, another date? He’s already had one this week!”
“Apparently yesterday’s was in addition to Saturday’s,” said Olivia glumly, “not instead of. Anyway I … I kind of mentioned I’d always wanted to go and see a show on Broadway, and … he said he would make it happen. So he’s booked tickets for Hamilton, which I’ve been wanting to see…”
“God!” I exclaimed. “Olivia, I wish I could have taken you to see it myself … it’s just…” I lapsed into a miserable silence. Chet was giving my wife experiences I could only dream of giving her. “Are you … looking forward to it?”
She stared down at her knees, looking sheepish. “It’s hard not to,” she said. “I mean, I’d much rather be seeing it with you … but that’s not really an option.”
My shoulders slumped. “So when’s he picking you up?” I asked dolefully.
“Saturday morning,” said Olivia. “Around ten. He’ll bring me back Sunday evening.”
I nodded. “Well … I hope you have fun,” I said awkwardly.
She kissed me. “Thank you,” she said.
FRIDAY
“I’m home!”
I smiled up at her as she entered the living room. “Welcome home,” I said.
She took off her shoes, and sat down next to me. “I’m so tired,” she groaned.
“Rough day?” I asked her sympathetically. “I mean, I guess they’re all rough days, lately…”
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed. “But until today I hadn’t given blowjobs to two different men, in my own cube, while getting fucked in the ass by a third.”
“Wha…? Who?” I demanded, incensed.
“Jonah fucked my ass,” said Olivia with a shrug. “I sucked Mike and Leonard.”
“Oh my God!” I said, horrified and disgusted. “Did it … did he use lube, at least?”
She nodded. “Chet gave him some,” she said. “He stopped Jonah entering my vagina, and said he could have my ass instead.”
“How dare … he can’t just offer your butthole to another man like that!” I said indignantly. “You’re not his property!”
Olivia shivered. “I might as well be,” she said. “That’s what it’s come to.”
I was aghast at this concept. Was I really supposed to just accept it? How could I? How could Olivia? Yet she seemingly had … and deep down, I knew why: it was the only way for her to cope, emotionally, with all this abuse. And maybe it was the only way for me to cope, too – but I was not quite ready to just placidly go along with everything. It was all too awful.
I changed the subject. “So, I guess you’re off to New York in the morning,” I said. “You looking forward to that?”
Olivia smiled. “I have mixed feelings, as I’m sure you can imagine,” she said. “I’m looking forward to seeing the city, and going out to dinner, and seeing Hamilton … I just wish it could be with you instead of Chet. I know I’ll feel guilty, having a good time while out with another man, so it’ll be hard to really enjoy it. Chet knows that, of course, but he says he’s determined to show me a good time anyway.”
I nodded. “Well I guess it would be churlish of me to hope you have a bad time,” I said. “So I hope you do enjoy yourself, despite my absence. Give yourself permission to have fun. There’s no point in going to see a show you’ve always wanted to see, and not enjoying it out of misplaced guilt.”
She patted my leg. “Thank you darling,” she said. “I’ll try.”
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I rushed through to the living room. “Welcome home, at long last!” I exclaimed, hugging Olivia. Then I stepped back in surprise. “Whatever are you wearing?”
“One of my new tops,” said Olivia, folding her arms across her chest in embarrassment. “Chet took me shopping.”
“But it’s … see-through!” I said, my eyes wide. “And so skimpy!”
“Yeah,” said Olivia awkwardly. “But everyone in the office has seen my boobs plenty of times already. It’s not as big of a deal as you might think. Besides, the guys kept taking it off me anyway, today.”
“I really missed you last night,” I said, feeling rather aggrieved. “It was unfair of Chet to keep you another night.”
“I know,” said Olivia, sighing. “It was just so late when we got back last night; Chet said I might as well just sleep over at his place. He’s cleared out a whole closet for me, and I have my own chest of drawers there too. And a set of toiletries, which he keeps adding to. He says it just makes sense, if I’m going to be sleeping over there more often.”
“But … are you?” I asked in surprise. “I know you’ve been there a lot the past few days, but I don’t want that to become a habit! You’re only supposed to be sleeping at his place once a week, right?”
Olivia bit her lip. “Well, he wants to make our Wednesday dates a regular thing,” she said. “And he said our New York trip was so much fun, we should go somewhere every weekend … which might mean a couple of nights in a row…”
“Three nights a week?” I said, dismayed. “That only leaves me with four! He’ll be spending almost as much time with you as I will!”
“Yeah,” said Olivia uncomfortably. “It’ll suck. But you know he won’t take no for an answer…”
I groaned. “Of course he won’t! He’ll show up here, expecting you to just go with him … and you will, because that’s just how your relationship with him works now.” I found myself becoming a little tearful. “Olivia, I feel like he’s taking you away from me, one piece at a time…”
She hugged me. “Darling, I’m still your wife,” she said, “and my heart fully belongs to you. He can’t take that away from us.”
“That’s a relief to hear,” I replied. “Thank you.”
TUESDAY
“I’m home!”
I took the saucepan off the heat, switched off the burner, and went quickly to the living room. “Welcome home!” I said, sitting down next to Olivia. “Goodness, I can’t get over how little you’re wearing…”
“I was wearing less earlier,” said Olivia ruefully. “I spent half the afternoon working at my desk in nothing but a thong and shoes.”
“What?” I asked, perturbed at the thought of her male colleagues all standing around her and ogling her near-naked body as she worked. “Why?”
“Well, Jonah undressed me so he could fuck my ass,” said Olivia, as matter-of-factly as if she had been describing what Jonah had for lunch. “Then Leonard fucked my ass too. Afterwards I looked for my clothes, but they were gone – except for my shoes, which I hadn’t taken off. I went and asked Jonah what happened to them, and he just grinned and said, ‘Chet said I could hold on to them until five o’clock.’ I said, ‘Jonah, I need my thong at least! Please! It’s not hygienic to just sit on my chair with nothing between me and the upholstery.’ And he kinda nodded and said, ‘Fine,” and he pulled my thong out of his drawer and gave it to me. But that was all I wore until the end of the afternoon. I even went to my afternoon meeting with Chet like that. He stripped me naked, of course, and fucked me … but he let me put my shoes and thong on again.” She sighed. “I’m guessing it won’t be long before I’m spending my whole work day naked.”
I stared at her numbly. She did not even seem all that bothered by the idea. Clearly she had come to accept all this awfulness in a way that I was still struggling to comprehend … and was not ready to accept myself. But I knew it was a matter of self-preservation for her, so I had to be supportive. “That … sounds likely,” I said, feeling a knot in my stomach. “At least it can’t get much worse now. You can’t get more naked than naked … and there’s only so many men in the office for you to have sex with.”
Olivia nodded. “Yes, and I suppose the novelty will wear off for them all, to some extent. I imagine the amount of sex I have at work will very soon peak, and then gradually lessen from then on.”
“That’s an encouraging thought,” I conceded. Then I pursed my lips. “I’m guessing I won’t see you tomorrow evening…?”
“Yes – I’ll be sleeping at Chet’s,” said Olivia apologetically.
“Is he taking you anywhere nice?” I inquired, trying to appear calm and accepting, despite my inner anger and resentment.
“No, we’re just having a night in,” she replied. “He’s planning to cook.”
“Oh,” I said.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I joined Olivia in the living room. “Welcome home!” I said. “I cooked! I made another baked pasta dish.”
“That sounds nice!” said Olivia. “Thank you.”
“What did Chet cook for you yesterday?” I could not help asking. I regretted it almost instantly.
“Mussels in a marinara sauce, followed by beef stroganoff with mushrooms in a white wine sauce,” she replied.
“How long did that take him?” I asked in dismay.
“About an hour and a half,” she said. “It smelled so good while it was cooking! I was starving by the time we sat down to eat at about seven. But it was worth the wait.”
“What did you do in the meantime?” I inquired.
“Had a bath,” she said. “Then watched some TV.”
“And … sex after dinner?” I asked uncomfortably.
“Not immediately,” she said. “Only later when we went to bed. Before that we watched The Crown.”
“Oh, you did?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes, we’ve been working our way through it,” said Olivia. “I mentioned to Chet that you weren’t interested in it, and he suggested watching it together. You … you don’t mind, do you…?”
It was true that I had no interest in watching a multi-season show about British royalty, but it still stung that Olivia was now enjoying it with another man. “I guess not,” I said reluctantly. After all, I could hardly justify getting more upset about that than about the two of them having sex. I changed the subject. “Any new developments at work?”
She shrugged. “Brad finally joined in,” she said. “He was quite apologetic about it, but I could tell he really wanted it, so I told him it was fine. I sucked his cock for a bit, then he fucked my ass until he came inside me.”
“You told him … it was fine?” I asked in disbelief.
“Everyone else has been fucking me,” said Olivia defensively. “And of all of them, I like Brad the most. It didn’t seem right to tell him he couldn’t, when Jonah and Leonard and Mike have been doing it daily.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I said reluctantly. I sighed. “So, where’s Chet planning to take you this weekend?”
“Ah,” said Olivia, looking a little embarrassed, “well … we need to talk about that…”
“Oh?” I said warily.
“He wants to take me to Vermont,” she said apologetically. “He’s booked two nights in a B&B – um, for tomorrow and Saturday night.”
“Vermont!” I exclaimed. “Jeez, is he made of money? Is he planning on spoiling you with a vacation every weekend?”
“I’m sure it won’t last,” said Olivia hurriedly. “The novelty will soon wear off. But, um, he said we’ll probably be back late on Sunday, so I might as well sleep over at his place…”
“So I won’t get to see you until Monday evening??” I said, aghast. “Olivia, that’s too much to ask!”
“Unfortunately he’s not asking,” said Olivia sadly.
I clutched handfuls of my hair. “Three nights in a row!” I groaned. “He’s not planning to make a habit of this, I hope!”
“I … I don’t know,” Olivia confessed.
I grunted in annoyance. “Let’s go and have dinner,” I said gruffly. “While it’s still hot.”
“Okay,” said Olivia. “I’ll just go and change first, though.”
“By all means,” I said, trying to hide my annoyance at the fact that while her colleagues could ogle her skimpy outfits all day, I, the mere husband, had to be content with her sweatpants and baggy tops.
Perhaps Olivia guessed my mind. “I could … stay like this for a bit, if you like?” she ventured.
It was a generous offer, and I smiled. “Thank you,” I said, “but this is your refuge. I want you to be comfortable here. Please, wear whatever makes you happiest.”
She smiled. “Thank you darling,” she said.
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I had not long been home myself. “Welcome home, my love!” I exclaimed, rushing through from the kitchen. I hugged and kissed my darling wife. “I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too,” she said, hugging me tightly. “Vermont was beautiful, though! I love it. I hope you and I can go there together someday!”
“I’d like that very much!” I said. “I hope you don’t mind; I picked up Mexican food on the way home. I know it’s a little pricey, but I didn’t want you to arrive home to my awful cooking…”
“Oh darling, I enjoy your cooking,” said Olivia affectionately. “I wouldn’t have minded. But Mexican sounds great – what did you get me?”
“Enchiladas,” I said. “You said you liked them before…”
“Yes!” she said. “Thank you.”
As we ate, I said ruefully, “Normally you tell me how your day went. But I’ve missed out on a few updates!”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so,” she said. “There’s not much to tell, though – at least regarding the office. Chet fucks my vagina twice a day; the others all fuck my ass – once, twice, depending on their stamina and workload. Sometimes they want a blowjob first, sometimes not. Today my clothes lasted about an hour before Jonah confiscated them. I got to keep my thong, but not my shoes this time.”
I grimaced, but nodded. “And your trip?”
“Pretty fun!” said Olivia. “Vermont’s beautiful. We went to a bunch of little villages with little shops, selling cheeses, maple syrup, maple candy, and various other things … I’m afraid everything I bought is still at Chet’s house, but I’ll make sure to bring some of it back after my next overnight stay there.”
“Which will be Wednesday night, I’m guessing…?” I said gloomily.
“Actually…” said Olivia, reddening a little, “Chet wants to move it up to Tuesday night this week. Wednesday evening he’s getting a visit from his son, Ian.”
“I didn’t know he had a son!” I said.
Olivia nodded. “He lives with his mom,” she said, “but now that he’s in college, he’s a bit more free to visit Chet from time to time. And I guess there’s a concert Ian wants to go to in town, so he’s driving up from his campus on Wednesday, and staying the night with Chet.”
“And let me guess – Chet doesn’t want his son to meet his mistress,” I remarked wryly.
Olivia blushed. “I guess so,” she said. “Something like that. I’m sorry – I know I only just got back…”
I shrugged. “Tuesday or Wednesday, I guess it doesn’t make much difference,” I said. “But I’d really like to see a little more of you this weekend. Chet doesn’t have another trip planned, does he?”
“Not that I’m aware of…” said Olivia tentatively.
“No visit to Disney World?” I suggested. “The Grand Canyon, perhaps? A first-class flight to Paris?”
“Don’t be silly, darling,” she chided me gently. “I’m not expecting expensive trips every weekend. But honestly, I have no idea what his plans are. As soon as I know, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” I said, a little grumpily. “Thank you.”
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I closed my laptop, and hurried through to the living room. “Welcome home!” I said, spreading my arms for a hug. But then I stopped and stared at her thong. “Oh my God – where’s your skirt?”
“Still in Jonah’s drawer,” she said, blushing as she kicked off her shoes and sat down. “Chet instituted a new rule. If I go home with him, I get my skirt back at five o’clock. If I come here instead, I don’t.”
“That’s hardly fair!” I exclaimed.
“It’s not fair at all,” she acknowledged. “But I’d rather come home to you, skirtless, than go home with Chet fully dressed.”
This warmed my heart. “That makes me happy,” I said, smiling. I hugged her. “But I missed you! I thought Chet didn’t want you to meet his son?”
Olivia sighed. “He changed his mind,” she said. “I said I’d promised you I would be home yesterday evening, but he just told me I shouldn’t make promises I can’t keep. And he drove me back to his house, and we got there shortly before Ian did. He’s a nice kid – eighteen, freshman in college, big into football and K-pop. I was embarrassed to be introduced to him while wearing such a tiny skirt and see-through top – the poor guy didn’t know where to look! – but Chet thought it was super funny. He kept having me do things like fetching stuff from cupboards or closing curtains – things that required me to turn my back on Ian, so he could see my butt.”
“Gross,” I said in disgust. “Corrupting his own son!”
“It wasn’t for long, fortunately,” said Olivia. “After dinner, Ian had to go to his concert. I asked Chet to bring me home, but he persuaded me to stay another night. I then said if I was going to do that, I wanted more time with you this weekend. And he said, ‘We’ll see. I have plans for you this weekend.’ And I said, ‘What plans? I need to let my husband know.’ And he just smiled and said, ‘I’ll be bringing you home on Friday; I’m not yet sure how long you’ll be staying here.’”
“That’s not very helpful!” I said unhappily.
“I know,” said Olivia. “I’m sorry, darling – I wish I could give you a more definite answer.”
I nodded, but seethed internally for a few moments. Then I said, “So you really came up from the parking lot with no skirt on? That seems a bit risky – what if you met someone? And what happens if you need to stop for gas?”
“Yeah, that did occur to me,” said Olivia. “I’ll have to make sure I fill up in the mornings. As for getting up here from the parking lot … I had to pick my moment carefully! Luckily I didn’t meet anyone. But from now on, I’ll be keeping a spare skirt in my car.”
I grinned. “Ha!” I said. “Good for you. A rare act of defiance.”
Olivia looked troubled. “Yes … I don’t suppose Chet would like that very much…”
“Who cares?” I snorted. “Screw what he would like! Once you’re out of his office and in your car, he doesn’t get a say in what you wear.”
Olivia nodded. “Even so,” she said uneasily, “I think I should probably run it by him. He might well say it’s okay – but I just want to check…”
“But why?” I asked, bewildered. “Why risk him saying no? It’s none of his business.”
Olivia squirmed a little. “I don’t know – he just … he likes to be in control of my clothing. I just worry that he’ll find out, somehow, and get angry at me for deceiving him…”
“Ugh,” I said. “It’s disturbing to see how much you’re under his thumb. Well it’s up to you, I guess, but I worry that he’ll just forbid you from keeping a spare skirt in your car.”
“It’s a possibility,” Olivia acknowledged.
I sighed. “Any new developments at work?”
“Oh,” said Olivia. “Um, yes. Chet and I discussed my … my cycle … and figured that if I’m not pregnant already, which I very likely am, I’m too far past ovulation to get pregnant until my next cycle. So … it’s safe for other men to have vaginal sex with me.”
“Oh great,” I said bitterly.
“I’m sorry,” said Olivia, hanging her head. “Should I…”
“No no, please go ahead,” I said, waving a hand irritably. “Tell me all.”
“He had me go to Jonah’s desk,” she continued, “and ask him to fuck my vagina. He was ecstatic, of course … and he got me to strip naked and bend over his desk. Then he fucked me until he came inside me. Afterwards he gave me my thong back, but nothing else.”
“No surprise there,” I said. “But oh my God, Olivia! This sucks so much! Soon they’ll all be doing it!”
“They already are,” said Olivia ruefully. “Everyone fucked my vagina today.”
I groaned in despair. “What a nightmare!” I exclaimed.
Olivia swallowed nervously. “Darling … please … I need you to be supportive right now…”
I snapped out of my fit of despondency. “Of course,” I said, with no small amount of effort. “I’m here for you, Olivia my darling – always. It’s not your fault you’ve had sex with every man in your office – I understand that.”
“No,” said Olivia anxiously, “I don’t mean that. I mean … I’m scared. I … I have to do something…”
I was instantly concerned. “What is it, darling?” I asked, stroking her arm. “What can I help with?”
“I bought a pregnancy test,” she said, blinking back tears. “A few days ago. I’ve … I’ve been afraid to take it. But I’m now a few days late for my period, and…”
I hugged her tightly. It was nice to be needed. “We both knew this was coming,” I said softly. “We know you’re likely pregnant with Chet’s baby. If you’re not, you’re not, but I for one am braced for that possibility. Go and take your test. I’ll be here, waiting … and whatever the result is, I love you and I’m here for you.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay. I’ll go do it now.”
She got up, and went to the bathroom. I waited. Five minutes went by. Then the bathroom door opened, and Olivia came back into the living room. She was clutching her arms, and looking apprehensive. “I … I’m pregnant,” she said.
The sense of heartache that immediately befell me took me by surprise. I knew instantly that the father was Chet; it seemed vanishingly unlikely that I could have lucked out on the same day that Chet came inside her multiple times with his copious quantities of healthy semen.
I blinked a few times. “Okay,” I said, nodding. “Okay. Okay.” I got to my feet, and forced a smile. “I’ll love your baby as much as if it were genetically mine,” I assured her. “We’ll raise him or her together, and we’ll be a wonderful happy family.”
Olivia smiled, then she came over and hugged me. “Yes,” she said quietly. “We will.”
MONDAY
“I’m home!”
I put down my book, and hurried through to the living room. “Welcome home!” I said. “Oh – no skirt again?”
Olivia clasped her hands over her thong, looking sheepish. “I asked Chet about keeping a skirt in my car,” she said. “He just said, ‘Absolutely not.’ So … unfortunately I have to stay like this all the way from work to here – if I’m coming here after work.”
I shook my head and sighed. “I knew it was a mistake to ask him,” I said.
“I had to, all the same,” said Olivia dolefully. My poor darling: she was so horribly under Chet’s control.
“How was your weekend?” I inquired.
She shrugged. “We didn’t go anywhere special,” she said. “We went to a movie Saturday night, and an art gallery yesterday … but mostly we were at Chet’s house. I did some cleaning and laundry there – he had me wear a French maid’s uniform while I worked.”
“You’re doing chores for him now?” I asked in surprise.
She nodded. “Well, I’m sort of living there half the week, now, as his live-in girlfriend, so it’s not entirely unreasonable.”
“Live-in girlfriend?” I repeated, bemused. “But you can’t be his girlfriend, Olivia – you’re my wife!”
“I know!” she said. “It’s very wrong! But facts are facts, darling, and if I’m going out on dates and trips with him, and kissing him and having sex with him and sleeping in his bed … it’s just an accurate description!”
I was horrified to realise that she was absolutely right. But this realisation did not make it any easier to stomach. “Ugh, this is a nightmare…” I groaned.
“Tell me about it!” said Olivia, a little peevishly.
I had almost forgotten who the true victim was here. “I’m sorry, Olivia,” I said humbly. “Your experience of this is so much worse than mine. You’re the one whose body is getting abused daily; frankly I don’t know how you’re managing to survive, mentally.”
“By choosing to accept my fate,” said Olivia simply. “It’s really the only way. If I didn’t bend, I would break.”
I sighed. “Maybe I should learn to bend more,” I said. “It’s hard, though.”
“I know,” she said sympathetically, squeezing my hand.
I squeezed back. “And how was today?”
She shrugged. “I got fucked a lot, as you can probably imagine. Spent almost all day in just my thong, when I wasn’t completely naked. Leonard and Jonah thought it would be fun to have sex with me at the same time, so I had to lie down on top of Chet, lowering my vagina on to his cock … and then Leonard got on top of me, and slid his cock into my ass. It was a little weird.”
“Weird?” I said. “It sounds horrific!”
“Well I’ve had sex with both of them a bunch of times already,” said Olivia, “both vaginally and anally … so I was pretty well prepared for it. I’ve kinda gotten over the shock and horror of being naked and having sex in front of my colleagues. I even managed to have an orgasm.”
“Ugh,” I said, feeling pained. “I guess I’m glad you were able to enjoy it, then – better than suffering.”
Olivia nodded. “I think so,” she said. “Anyway … Chet wants me to grab some clothes and other things to take with me to work tomorrow. Now that I’m living with him several days a week, he thinks I should have more of my stuff there.”
I pulled a face. “I’m surprised he wants you to have clothes at all,” I said. “He seems to delight in having you as naked as possible.”
“True,” she conceded. “But when we go places together, obviously I do have to wear something.”
I nodded. “Fair enough. Are you going home with him again tomorrow night, then?”
She nodded. “Yes … and maybe for a couple of nights,” she said. “He said he wants to introduce me to his dad, who’s staying with him this week.”
“First his son, now his dad,” I said grumpily. “Is he going to introduce you to his entire family, one by one?”
Olivia shrugged. “I really don’t know,” she said.
I was feeling rather sorry for myself. “You know I’m down to two days a week with you?” I said, a little plaintively. “You just spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights with Chet … and now you’re spending Tuesday and Wednesday nights with him too. That only leaves me Monday and Thursday!”
Olivia nodded sadly. “Yes, I know,” she said. “I’ve told Chet I’d like to spend more time with you, and he keeps giving me vague assurances that he’ll make it happen … but he’s treating me more and more like his girlfriend, and he seems to want to keep me around as much as possible. We even went grocery shopping together.”
I shuddered. The idea of Chet and Olivia becoming normalised as a couple was somehow, in a way, even more disturbing than the thought of them having sex. “Just don’t forget about me,” I said, half-joking.
Olivia kissed me. “Please don’t worry about that!” she said. “You’re my husband and I love you. I’m yours, and always will be. Chet can do what he likes with my body, but my heart will always belong to you.”
This was a relief to hear. “Thank you,” I said, hugging her close.
THURSDAY
“I’m home!”
I rushed through to the living room, to find Olivia looking rather shocked and dishevelled, with her skimpy see-through top undone at the front and her breasts exposed.
“What happened!” I gasped.
“Two men followed me from the parking lot!” said Olivia in distress. “They cornered me in the elevator and … well … molested me.”
“Oh my God!” I said. “I’ll call the police.” I pulled out my phone.
“No!” she said quickly. “Don’t. Look at how I’m dressed! They’ll only think I was asking for it. And Chet and all my colleagues will get dragged into it, and the police will hear about all the sex I have at work … it’ll be a nightmare.”
I reluctantly put my phone away. “Well heck!” I said. “I hate to think of them getting away with it! What if they’re waiting for you next time?”
She shook her head. “No, they just grabbed my boobs and felt my pussy through my thong. Not exactly a new experience for me, but it was more frightening because they were strangers and I didn’t know how far they might take it. Fortunately they just gave me a slap on my butt as I ran out of the elevator.”
“I guess it could have been worse,” I said. “But Jesus! Now I’m worried about the future. I hate that Chet won’t let you wear a skirt when you come here after work!”
Olivia nodded. “And he says I’m not allowed to come to work in a skirt anymore either, if I’m coming from here. I’m not even allowed to keep any skirts here.”
The level of control Chet was exerting over Olivia was truly disturbing. “That sucks!” I said, appalled.
She nodded. “He’s definitely trying to discourage me from coming here at all,” she said. “But I don’t care. I’d drive home naked if I had to, just to be with you.”
I hugged her tightly. “Thank you,” I said. “But I hope it doesn’t come to that!”
“Me too,” she said fervently.
“So,” I said, “I’m guessing you’ll be going home with Chet tomorrow…? What are the chances he can bring you back here on Sunday evening?”
“Well,” said Olivia uncomfortably, “he actually suggested a change of schedule. He wants me to stay with him tomorrow night through Tuesday night, and make that a weekly thing. You’ll still get two nights a week with me, but they’ll be consecutive: Wednesday and Thursday.”
“So I won’t see you until Wednesday evening?” I said in dismay. “That’s a long time to be without my wife!”
“I know,” she said unhappily. “But two days in a row will be nice.”
“Better than one, I guess,” I conceded. “But I used to get seven! I mean … more than that, obviously … but seven days each week!”
“That was before Chet decided I’m his girlfriend,” said Olivia gloomily. “But come on – let’s make the most of the time we have. We can have dinner, watch a movie…”
“I … I didn’t make anything yet,” I said.
“Oh,” said Olivia. “Well maybe we can make something together!”
I smiled. “I’d like that,” I said.
WEDNESDAY
“I’m home!”
I pulled the saucepan off the burner, which I turned off, then I quickly went through to the living room. “Welcome home darling!” I said, enveloping my lovely wife in a warm hug. “I missed you so much!”
Olivia hugged me back, then we sat down. “Darling,” she said, her tone rather grave, “I’m afraid I’m not staying.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, puzzled. “I just made dinner. You’ve been away nearly a week!”
“Chet’s convinced it’s not safe for me here,” she said. “After I got molested last week, he said I shouldn’t risk coming back here. He’s … he knows I’m pregnant, and that it’s most likely his, and … he wants to be a proper father to the baby. It’s his right, after all, as the biological dad. And he’s very concerned about not just my safety, but the baby’s, too. He thinks I’ll be a lot safer if I just live with him from now on, permanently.”
“But … but…” I said, aghast. “But you’re married to me! You’re my wife!”
“And I’ll continue to be,” Olivia assured me. “I love you and I want to remain your wife … and Chet’s fine with that. We just won’t be living together anymore.”
“But … how could you agree to that?” I asked tearfully.
She bit her lip. “It’s not like Chet gives me much of a choice in these things,” she said. “But he does make a good point about the relative safety of this place versus his house.” She sighed. “He’s waiting in his car outside. I just need to pack a bag with some things I really want to have with me at his house. But then … I’m afraid it’ll be goodbye.”
“But I’m your husband!” I protested desperately. “Can I … can I come and see you sometimes?”
“Chet doesn’t want you visiting his house,” said Olivia. “He feels it would make it harder for me … and later, it would confuse the baby. But we can still call each other! We can do FaceTime – so we can see each other’s faces.”
“It’s hardly the same!” I said plaintively. “It feels like you’re leaving me, Olivia!”
“I’m not,” she said firmly. “My heart still belongs to you. But … I guess my body belongs to Chet now. I’ll be his wife in all but name, and we’ll be the parents of our baby. I’m sorry to deprive you of the chance of fatherhood – I know you were happy to do it for my sake. But Chet’s probably right that it’s simpler this way.”
I sat in numb silence as Olivia packed her bag. In it she put some of her favourite possessions – books, her jewellery box, some clothing items, an old stuffed rabbit that she was very sentimental about – and then she dragged it to the door. Coming over to me, she said, “Take care of yourself, darling. Keep cooking – you’ve been improving a lot. Make sure you eat properly. I’ll call you later, okay?”
I nodded glumly. “Will I ever get to see you in person again?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m sure of it,” said Olivia. “Someday. I don’t know when. But we will … I’m sure.”
I hugged and kissed her. “I love you, Olivia,” I sobbed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”
“I love you too, darling,” said Olivia warmly. “You’ll manage, somehow. You have to. But now I need to go. Goodbye.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
I held the door open for her, and watched her thong-clad bottom as she walked out of our apartment, dragging her bag. Then she turned. “Oh,” she said. “Chet said I can pay next month’s rent for you. But after that, you’ll need to pay it yourself. I’m sorry – I know you’ll struggle. But maybe this will be the motivation you need to paint something you can sell … or else find yourself a steady job.”
My heart sank. A ‘steady job’. I was dreading it already. But right now I did not really care about jobs, or money, or rent, or feeding myself, or indeed anything except the fact that the love of my life was about to walk out of it. A tear rolled down my cheek. “I’m going to miss you so much,” I said miserably.
“I’ll miss you too, my love,” said Olivia, stifling a sob. “Goodbye, my darling.”
“Goodbye,” I said. I watched her haul her bag to the elevator. A moment later, she stepped in, the doors closed behind her, and she was gone. I returned to the sofa and sat down, hugging a cushion. I felt empty, as if my heart had been ripped out.
Later that evening I tried calling her, but a recorded message informed me that her number was no longer in service.