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She works late on Wednesdays by digimoo

   My wife becomes her boss's plaything.

   This is a fantasy story about: Wife, Cuckolding, Voyuerism Tags: Wife,
Cuckold, Voyeur.

   If you don't like these subjects, read something else.  Don't be rude
and complain.



   It had been difficult for my wife, Jess, to find a decent job.  She'd
been doing several part time low-level posts and the poor wages were barely
paying her fuel costs.  She saw an advert for a local firm in the next
village, acting as an office assistant and on the spur of the moment,
applied.  She was excited to be asked to an interview and felt she'd done
well.  She was interviewed by Anna, the outgoing assistant and the office
manager Trisha, and came home quietly excited and bubbling over, wanting to
tell me all about it.  She really wanted this job - the people were really
friendly, the setting idyllic, the journey only five minutes and the work
sounded interesting too.  She was scared she wasn't going to get the job -
there had been many applicants - but she got a call in for a second
interview.  Again, she was really nervous about this as she wanted it so
much.  She came home from that interview almost sick with worry - she was
so concerned she wasn't going to get the job and she now wanted it more
than ever.  Everyone had dropped in to say hello - it was a small office
run by a fairly rich family doing business consultancy.  The senior owner,
Charles, had met her - a strict man, very much old school and in his early
60's.  His two grown up sons who worked alongside him; George and Chris, as
well as their wives, his own wife, his grandchildren - clearly she was
being assessed by everyone!  Anna had been there eighteen years and was
only leaving because her own husband had inherited a business in Liverpool
and they were having to move away to run it.  Obviously any new person in
this tight group was a major event and they were going to be carefully
vetted.

   Well, they must have approved of her as she got a call the next day
offering her the job!  I was thrilled for her, she was bouncing off the
walls with excitement and immediately rang her other employers to give a
week's notice.

   She went in for a few mornings that very week to learn alongside Trisha
and was made to feel very warm and welcomed.  Trisha was a somewhat plain
and big-boned lady, but very warm and made Jess feel at home.  It was like
a big friendly family, but one very focused on its work.  She said that
Charles was very firm and strict, and insisted on total quiet in the
office. His sons were hardly ever there, George worked in a nearby town,
mostly running his own business and the other, Chris, was a bit of a
spoiled playboy - preferring to duck out of any real work and spend much of
his time in London spending his family's money.  Trisha was leaving to
start another business in Liverpool, several hours journey to the north,
with her husband.

   Jess started her full week.  She came home at just past 5pm every night
and told me about her day.  She worked 9-5 (no lunch break) in a little
office in a pretty stone-built cottage in the middle of a beautiful English
village.  At another desk was Trisha, who was the real energy behind the
office and made sure everything got done.  In an adjoining office with a
joining door and large window, Charles worked alone, occasionally passing
through.  Working at his computer and on the phone, brokering deals worth
millions.  My wife wasn't able to tell me much detail about the work
itself, much was confidential and she took this very seriously, but I
gathered it was buying and selling businesses and making offers to
shareholders at the right time.  Highly skilled and sometimes chancy work,
but the results were substantial if it went right.  The family were
obviously rich and Charles probably didn't need to work at all, but seemed
to enjoy the thrill of business, although I heard he sometimes took long
trips away on a yacht.

   When Trisha and my wife finished work, Charles was usually still on the
phone so they'd tap lightly on the glass of his door and wave goodbye,
getting a curt head tilt in return.  Apparently he often worked into the
evening before going next-door where his family lived.

   However, on her fourth Wednesday there, my wife was twenty minutes later
home than usual.  As this job is only five minutes away, and the roads
quiet, this was unusual, and she came in much more subdued than usual. 
Since getting this job she'd been happy and bright, eager to chat about the
day and ask after mine.  I asked if she was ok and she said "Yes, only... "

   "Only what?"

   "Let's sit down.  I have to tell you something."

   We went through to the bedroom and I sat on the bed as she undressed,
slipping into comfy clothes before she joined me.

   "Charles stopped me on the way out tonight.  Trisha was running late so
had to carry on and it was just him and me."

   "And?" I asked.

   "Shush.  Let me talk.  I've told you about Charles, he's somewhat strict
but he's old school and rather a gentleman.  He asked me to sit back down
and said he had something to ask me.  He was clearly feeling awkward and
embarrassed - which is really strange, as he's such a powerful and
intelligent man, despite his age.  He asked if I liked it here, and he
hoped Trisha was helping me settle and learn my job.  I said yes, that I
loved the job and felt I was learning quickly."

   She paused.  Obviously the next bit was difficult for her.

   "He said he was pleased and that the work I had done was of a good
standard already and that he was sure I would improve further with
practice. He said he was sad to see Anna leave because she was very good at
the job, but that he felt I would soon replace her.  Then, after a strange
pause, he added 'Totally.' I raised an eyebrow at him, and the reason for
his embarrassment became clear - he said; 'You see, Anna was my mistress
for over a decade.  We were very careful and nobody ever knew except her
husband.  Once a week she stayed on after work and we had sex in my
office.'"

   My wife took a deep breath, still shocked from her boss's revelations,
before continuing.  I was quite shocked myself, and a little concerned
where this was going.

   "He looked at me carefully, gauging my reaction - looking concerned and
very serious.  My eyebrows had probably disappeared into my hairline but I
merely nodded and said, 'I understand.' He swallowed and continued, 'Good.
You see I love my wife and family, but I have a need to release stress from
my job that she cannot satisfy.  It's not widely known, but she had an
operation to treat an illness a number of years ago which left her unable
to have penetrative sex.  My reputation is everything and by telling you
all this, I am taking a huge risk - but in the short time you have been
here, I have been watching you and I think you are trustworthy.  I passed
confidential material to you from your first day which my competitors would
have acted upon now if you had leaked it, and it's clear from the markets
they haven't.  So I have decided to trust you.  Now, you must be wondering
why I have told you this?"

   Jess had nodded at that, and I imagined her eyebrows raised quizzically.

   "Charles continued, 'I want you to become my mistress, Jess.'"

   My wife paused and flashed her eyes at me to judge my reaction, but I
kept my face impassive.  Truth be told, I had no idea what I was feeling
right now, only that I was confused, threatened and angry.

   "Go on," I told her.

   "Ok," and she did, taking a deep breath.  "Charles let that sink in for
a moment, watching my face anxiously.  When I didn't explode, he visibly
relaxed and continued; 'I find you attractive, Jess, and there is a
certain...  Financial benefit.  If you agree, your monthly wage will
double. All I require is sex, once a week, after work.  I may make some
other requests of you as well, but nothing too severe and you may stop at
any time.  There is one other thing, Jess - you must get your husband's
agreement.  I appreciate there is a little hypocrisy here, as my own wife
must never know.  When I first had an affair, it ended very badly when her
husband found out creating all kinds of unpleasant fuss, so I believe
asking permission first works better in the long run.  Anna's husband was
quite unwilling to begin with, but we soon became friends and he accepted
our arrangement and even, I believe, began to enjoy it.  I realise this
must be a shock to you, but if you agree and keep my confidentiality, this
could be a very mutually satisfying arrangement.  Next Wednesday, I would
like you to stay behind again after work and give me your answer.  Now, I
don't think you will - I am a reasonable judge of character or I wouldn't
be successful in this business - but should you try to blackmail me or
share this information with anyone but your husband, or he shares it, not
only will you be fired, I will pursue you legally for slander and in all
likelihood take everything you both own.  I think you know me well enough
by now to know this is no idle threat and that I only make it to protect
myself.  That will be all, and please give me your answer in one week.'"

   Well, wow.

   Jess had stopped talking and sat on her bed in her comfy cotton
tracksuit, clearly waiting for my reaction.  But the problem was, I didn't
know what that was!  I thought quickly.

   "What do you want to do?" I asked Jess, calmly.

   "I don't know," she said.  Worrying.  I was expecting anger and outrage,
not quiet evaluation.  She continued, "This is already a good wage for an
office assistant, think how wonderful twice that would be?  Just for half
an hour extra a week!  You know how hard it was to get this job.  If I say
no, I'm worried that he'll find an excuse to get rid of me so he can find
somebody who'll do it with him.  Someone younger, perhaps.  Someone
prettier."

   Oh dear.  My wife was in her late forties and was definitely feeling
like her best years were behind her.  Charles had pressed a button that
made her feel attractive and valued - clearly I hadn't been doing the same
lately and she liked the attention.

   "Do you find him attractive?" I asked.

   "Yes," she answered bluntly.  "He's much older, but he has kept in shape
and he has a power about him, a confidence that is almost compelling.  I
felt that only his manners prevented him from making a move on me just now,
and I'm really not sure I could have resisted him if he had."

   Again, oh dear.  I felt she had already made up her mind.  And I
wondered if Charles hadn't made asking me a requirement whether I would
have known anything about this, or whether she would just start having
"Late business meetings" once a week.  I wasn't going to make it quite that
easy for her though.

   "Are you asking me to let you commit adultery?" I asked, my voice going
hard.

   "I would have thought that was quite obvious," she replied irritably,
anger flashing.  "I have a decision to make and you have a decision to
make. I hope they coincide." The threat was clear.  She had made her mind
up in the short drive home and she was asking me to agree to it.

   "And if I don't agree?"

   "Don't test me," she said coldly, and stood up and left the room.  I
heard the bath running and knew the conversation was over for now.

   Life continued and the week ran on.  The weekend came and went, she
doing her thing on Saturday, me mine - and on Sunday both chilling around
the house.  Monday came and went, then Tuesday, and too soon it was
Wednesday morning.

   She got up and showered as normal, then returned to the bedroom and
slipped off her robe.  She stood in front of the mirror and for a few
seconds just looked at herself, nude.  Her breasts were a 36c, just enough
weight to have some sag, but still firm enough to look good even without a
bra.  Still in bed, I noticed she had trimmed her pubic hair around the
edges.  She'd kept her body in reasonable condition through horse-riding
and walking, but had let some aspects go and it was strangely thrilling to
see her begin to take an interest in her appearance again.  Still naked,
she turned on the dressing table light and did her make-up.  Subtle as
usual.  Next, she slipped on a pair of French knickers that had been a
valentine's day gift from me some years ago.  They were sexy and she had
hardly worn them.  Next came one of her regular bras; done up deftly with
one hand behind her back.  She selected a light summer dress from the
wardrobe and slipped it over her head.  She picked out a simple silver
necklace with a heart on the chain, and two fine silver earrings with small
pearl drops that she'd inherited from her mother.  She stood back and
looked carefully at herself again whilst applying some red lipstick.  I saw
her pick up her diaphragm in its soft case from the back of the drawer
where it had lain, unused, for years, and put it in her handbag.

   Watching from the bed I asked quietly, "Well?"

   She turned around.  "Well yourself," she countered.

   "Do you agree to Charles' request?" I asked.  Her face went hard, jaw
set and she didn't answer.  Her body language rigid and unyielding.  She
didn't want to discuss it.

   I could see this was the moment.

   "Do you love me?" I asked.

   Right question, she softened immediately and came to me.  "Yes, of
course I do.  You know I do.  But - this is easy money and, you know, it
might not be awful."

   I kissed her on the lips and softly whispered, "Will you be thinking of
me?"

   She kissed me back and said "Of course." It was a lie, we both knew
that, but she did love me, I was sure of it.  And really, it was just sex.
She had had other lovers before me, as had I.  Nothing had broken down
there and one old man wasn't going to wear it out.

   "Ok then.  See you later."

   She sprayed her best perfume under her chin and down her cleavage,
kissed my forehead goodbye and within two minutes the front door had
slammed, her car started up and she was gone.  Gone to sleep with another
man.  No, gone to go and do a day's work - try to think of it like that, I
told myself.

   My day went very slowly.  I finish my job at 3pm on a Wednesday, so am
back before her.  Curious, I opened her laptop and broke a level of trust
by starting her email client.  I turned off the wifi before it could fetch
new mail, so she wouldn't know and read her recent inbox.  Sure enough,
there was an email from Charles dated last night.  It had been read.

   "Dear Jess, I am sorry if I shocked you with my suggestion but I assure
you I am serious.  Should you wish to accept, please come to work as normal
and make an excuse to Trisha to stay after work, she is always in a rush on
Wednesdays so will not ask any questions and once her car has left, join me
in my office.  I promise I will keep you no more than 30 minutes. 
Respectfully yours, Charles"

   I closed her mail client and shut-down the laptop, replacing it exactly
as I'd found it.  My stomach was churning and I looked at the clock.  4pm.
I still had an hour and three quarters before I saw her again.  Still
sitting in her chair at her desk, I leaned back and unconsciously my hand
found my penis and with a shock I realised it was erect.  I opened my fly
and enclosed it, my own hand feeling hot and fantastic.  Slowly at first,
but soon becoming very rapid, I masturbated.  At the moment of climax, I
opened my eyes and the first thing they saw was the framed photo of Jess
and myself on our wedding day, kissing in the classical pose.  As I spurted
into my hand, I looked at her beautiful, happy face and those shiny red
lips which might soon be wrapped around another man's cock.  My orgasm was
strong and long, dick twitching for a long time.  After perhaps five
minutes, I regained my senses, stuffed my penis back into my jeans and went
into the bathroom to clean my hands off, feeling a little ashamed.  Bad
enough that my wife would be having sex with another, but for me to take
pleasure in it?  That was crossing two lines in one day, wasn't it?

   I busied myself with chores around the house until it was five pm.  I
went into the bedroom and lay down, imagining the scene a few miles away. A
hundred permutations rushed through my head, some quite unrealistic, and I
began to wonder at my reaction.  Again I was sexually excited and I
wondered if any other husband had felt like this?  My stomach was full of
butterflies - scared but also excited and a little bit jealous of both
Charles and my wife, enjoying an illicit affair.  Did Charles know I'd feel
like this?  Was this why he ensured Jess had told me and forced my
agreement?  Was the fact that I knew giving them both a little extra
excitement too?

   I lay quiet, and not touching myself, until I heard my wife's car enter
the driveway.  I glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was 5.45 - Charles
had kept her 30 minutes and no longer.  True to his word.

   Jess entered the bedroom and saw me lying there, and said "Hello"
softly, but couldn't make eye contact.  I replied "Hello Jess" and she
started removing her jewelry.  I noticed her lipstick was smudged.  After
putting the silver back carefully, she crossed her arms over her head and
lifted her dress off.  She turned and walked across the room, still looking
away from me, and put the dress into the laundry basket and as she did so,
I saw a love bite on the left side of her neck, just under her jaw.  Her
hair was also dishevelled.

   "Come here, Jess" I said.

   "No, I need to shower," she replied.

   "Come here and lie down, I want to hear about it first." I said.  There
was steel in my voice and she meekly did as she was told and lay down on
her back alongside me wearing just bra and French knickers, staring at the
ceiling as I looked at her.

   "Tell me about it, please, and don't leave anything out."

   She asked quietly, "Do you still love me?"

   "Oh Jess, yes, I do.  But I need to know what happened so please tell me
everything.  Leave no detail out and no matter how bad, or dirty, or
ashamed you feel, I promise I will still love you at the end.  The only way
I can cope with this is if I know everything, to know that you care about
me enough not to lie." That was partly true, but I also wanted to hear the
dirty details for my own excitement.

   She smiled at that, reassured, and began in a curiously singsong voice
as if she was recounting a fantasy tale.

   "The day started normally, with me working alongside Trisha and Charles
in his office.  About 4.30 he opened his office door and asked me to bring
him a glass of water.  I did so and passed it to him and as I stood before
his desk and he asked me, 'Do you agree?' and I nodded slowly.  He gave a
deep sigh and smiled at me - I think the first time I have seen him smile.
'Good.  Now Jess, please pass me the contents of the small wooden box on
the shelf behind you.' I turned around and saw the box - a small but
ornately carved black lacquer item from China, and lifted the lid.  Inside
was a single blue diamond-shaped pill which I recognised instantly as
Viagra.  Picking it up, I saw the Pfizer logo embossed as I passed it to
him.  He held eye contact as he first put the pill on his tongue, then
washed it down with a mouthful of water that I'd just brought him.  He
switched back to his usual formal self then and said 'Very good Jess, I
will see you in thirty minutes.'

   "I was very nervous and instead of returning to my desk, went to the
toilet.  I had a wee, checked I was clean and inserted my diaphragm.  I
also freshened up the perfume a little.  Then returned to work alongside
Anne.  At five to, we stopped work as usual and tidied our desks, washed
the coffee cups and both walked out the door dead on five.  We walked to
the carpark which is only a hundred or so yards away, but as we neared I
suddenly said "Oh damn!  I've left my handbag behind.  See you later,
Trisha - have a good night, and waved her briefly goodbye.  Anne, as
expected, carried on to her car as I walked back to the office and entered.
Even as I reached it, I heard her car start and drive away.  Re-entering
the office, I locked the door behind me.  As I've said, Charles' family
only lives next door and sometimes pop in through the day, so I didn't want
any of his kids or even his wife surprising us.

   "I knocked on his office door and entered.  Charles was sat at his desk
writing as usual, but as I entered he put away his pen, stood up and walked
forwards.  I felt like a little girl in front of the headmaster, about to
be punished, and just stood there.  I think I was even shaking a little bit
as he approached and put his hands on my arms.  'Dear girl, don't be
scared. I am hopeful you will enjoy this.  Now, lift your arms above your
head.' I did so, to disobey was impossible, I was totally under his power -
which may be hard to understand - but you have never controlled me in this
way.  Charles has a very strong personality and years of experience in
getting what he wants.  Anyway, he slid his hands around my dress and
lifted it over my head, then carefully placing it over the chair. 
'Magnificent...' he said as he looked at me.  I was scared, but really
feeling excited, I couldn't say now whether my shivering was from being
scared, cold, or horny.  I knew I was lubricating inside and hoped I wasn't
making my knickers wet.

   "I stood in front of him for perhaps three minutes as he just looked at
my body, walking around it as if admiring a classic car before saying, 'You
have a fine body, Jess.  I had hoped it was exactly this good.  You have
told your husband of our...  Arrangement?' I nodded.  'And he agrees?'
Again I nodded.  I know you're not keen, love, but it seemed important to
him that you knew and I didn't want to spoil the deal.  'Good.' he said."

   Jess paused and looked at me, as if to assess my reaction.  I looked
back impassive and nodded for her to continue.

   She went on talking in this curious voice, telling me that Charles had
kissed her gently, then introducing his tongue and held her tight.  She
could feel his erection pushing through his trousers into her belly as they
did so, and she felt his hand unsnap her bra.  Pulling back, he removed her
bra and released her twin jewels, their nipples hard and jutting.  Lowering
his face, he kissed first one then the other, and blew little butterfly
kisses all over them before returning to kissing her mouth.  By now she was
definitely feeling horny and her hands were over his back and neck, pulling
him and his hard cock closer.  He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed
first one side, then the other, and she realised that he was giving her a
love bite as if claiming her as his.  Obviously it was important that I
knew she had been unfaithful, and a love-bite is a very clear and
unambiguous way of doing so.

   Charles then pulled Jess towards his desk and bent her face-first over
it.  Moving behind her, he slipped two fingers into either side of her
French knickers and lowered them to her ankles.  She heard his zip being
lowered and gasped as he pushed his penis hard into her.  She said she was
quite wet but the size of it made it painful at first even though he pushed
in and out slowly after the initial thrust.  He held onto her naked hips as
he fucked her over his business desk, her breasts swinging and nipples
brushing against the green baize of his blotter.  She had always loved her
nipples being touched in such a way and had an orgasm quickly, stifling it
by pushing her fist against her mouth.  Charles increased speed and she
said she was shocked at how vigorous he was.  He was a good 25 years older
than her, but with the help of the Viagra he was giving her the best
fucking of her life.  With a series of jack hammer thrusts he came heavily
inside her, triggering a second orgasm within her, this time catching her
by surprise and she screamed in pleasure.

   Withdrawing from her, Charles said 'Very good, Jess.  That was
acceptable.  Now please clean me and get dressed.' My wife was confused by
what he meant until he motioned at his still somewhat hard cock.  She went
onto her knees and licked and sucked every trace of their shame from it,
swallowing away the proof.  Standing up, she wiped traces of her lipstick
from his mouth and smoothed back his hair.  She also tidied his clothing
and with a curt nod, he returned to his seat behind the desk looking like
he had never left it.  Jess dressed herself quickly and, with a final check
nothing was out of place, said 'Goodbye Charles' and left the office.

   Lying alongside her as she told this, I was again turned on.  My own
erection, not helped by Viagra, was tenting the front of my jeans and I
realised that one of Jess's hands had found its way inside her knickers and
was making circular motions in the region of her clit.  Clearly she found
the retelling quite enjoyable too.

   "Stand up," I told her.  She did so.

   "Remove your underwear," and she unsnapped her bra and slid down her
knickers and stood before me.  She had slipped back into the submissive
role that she had described to me so recently.

   I looked at her body.  Apart from the love bite, the only difference
from this morning was that her pubic hair was wet and matted.  She looked
fucking gorgeous then, standing there just fucked by her boss and her long
blonde hair hanging across her face as she failed to look at me.

   I stood up and walked to her dressing table.  "Here," I ordered.  "Show
me how Charles made you lean against his desk."

   Jess walked over and put her elbows on the table, dipping her back and
spreading her legs so that her feet were about eighteen inches apart.

   I stepped behind her and looked.  Jesus, this was hot!  I could see
moisture below her crack and wondered if Charles' sperm was leaking out, or
whether she was lubricating anew.  Either way...

   I unzipped my trousers, fished my dick out from my pants and shoved it
hard into her.  This felt so different - she was looser than usual and also
so very wet.  The consistency was different too - which I guessed was the
semen still inside her.  I thrust exactly as Charles had done, slowly and
gently at first, then building to jack-hammer.  I released with a groan and
collapsed on her back as she also came, again giving a short scream as we
re-enacted the events of an hour ago.  One cunt used twice by two different
men, each with the knowledge of the other.  The taboo made it seem so dirty
and so wrong - yet it felt so right.

   ---------------------------------------

   Jess and Charles continued their Wednesday afternoon meetings, and I
would look forwards to Wednesdays as we would generally make love when she
returned.  Like many women, my wife loved being a secret slut, and revelled
in having two men in one night.  She said it made her feel like twice a
woman and felt superior to people she met knowing she could bed more than
her share.  The money came through as promised and my own modest wage was
now dwarfed by my wife's.

   Generally I would check her email before she got home and most times
there was a brief instruction from the night before;

   "Do not wear a bra today.  Wear a thin jumper with a swooping neck.  I
will be turning down the thermostat today."

   "No panties today, please.  Ensure you wear a short skirt and find many
reasons to file paperwork in the bottom drawer."

   "Today I will spank your bottom with the large office ruler.  If you cry
out, I will spank you harder."

   "Less perfume on your breasts please, I wish to taste your sweat."

   "Wear that black dress without any underwear."

   "Come in 10 minutes early.  I have something to give you." (I found out
from Jess that evening this was a pair of ben-wa balls that he inserted
into her and made her wear all day, before fishing them out with his tongue
prior to another royal fucking over the desk.)

   "Make your husband shave your pubic hair.  He is not to make love to you
until Wednesday evening." (We both enjoyed this, but I was frustrated in
not being able to test it and she even refused to give me a blow job
leaving me to wank alone as she slept.)

   We had adapted remarkably quickly to this routine, and my wife was
dressing better when she was out with me too.  Clearly the attention had
improved her self image and I was getting benefit from that too.  And with
the extra money, she was able to buy nicer clothes and had changed from a
woman who usually only wore trousers or jeans into somebody who loved
dresses that revealed a lot of leg and often a good share of cleavage too.
I loved it, and loved the looks she got when we were out together.  She had
also bought quite a large range of lingerie which made her look amazing,
and wore it every Wednesday that she had not been told to leave it behind.
She had started visiting a tanning salon once a fortnight and had started
having very good quality haircuts and was taking great care of herself and,
of course, getting much more exercise!  She looked amazing and ten years
younger, and our own sex life had improved considerably - there were no
negatives to this arrangement at all.

   One night, she came home with both her nipples pierced with small bars
and a 24 caret gold hoop in one labia.  Jess explained that as Trisha was
leaving, a "business client" appeared and Trisha asked my wife if she would
stay to help.  It being a Wednesday, Trisha was keen to leave on time - by
now we'd learned she went to a Karate club that evening and had to rush to
make it there.  The 'client' turned out to be a body artist arranged by
Charles who had performed the piercings as he watched and instructed.  Jess
was initially opposed but such was his power over her, he soon had her
naked and sitting in his own chair as the piercer very professionally did
his work and was paid in cash.  Charles had wanted to fuck Jess afterwards,
but she was too sore.  He very solemnly told her that the labial ring was
to be considered his "wedding ring" and that she should never remove it,
nor should she remove my own wedding ring from her ring finger - she was
the property of two men.  I was touched by this consideration of me, and
his sharing "his" wife with her wedded husband.  I loved this intimate
jewellery and within just a few days was licking, tugging and sucking on it
- pleased I was able to enjoy this rare novelty before Charles was.

   Another night, she entered the house totally naked, wearing only her
piercings and jewellery.

   "He kept my clothes," Jess explained.  "Trisha was off today, so it was
just us two.  He made me sit naked all day, watching through the window
from his own office, and he wouldn't give them back even after we had sex!"
His building was in a very quiet lane and his family had gone on a day trip
away, so there was little risk in her reaching her car but we lived on a
residential street that was very busy in the afternoon.  My wife had driven
home, entirely naked save for her handbag, then walked from the kerb into
the house.

   "Where you seen?" I asked, a little nervous of our reputation.  She
didn't think so, but the risk had clearly excited her - the pierced nubs of
her breasts were jutting out proudly and her thighs still slick with their
combined juices.  Again, I was turned on by the liberties Charles took with
my woman and her reputation and was soon climaxing inside her, my own semen
joining his.

   One Saturday, we went to a local restaurant and on the next table over
was a group of people who waved at Jess as soon as we walked in.  My wife
introduced me to Charles, and his wife and daughter, and her daughter's
husband who were out having a nice family meal.  We pushed our tables
together and joined them, and we all enjoyed a great meal and sparkling
conversation.  Charles himself was a gracious host and insisted on paying
for our meal, and kept the whole table interested in tales of his business
deals as well as some exciting events whilst yacht racing.  His wife was
alert, intelligent and kind - if she knew of the affair she gave no sign,
and apart from some overly-long looks from Charles that I might have
imagined, I would have had trouble believing this was the man to whom my
wife opened her legs for once a week.

   The Wednesday after that, my wife came home ten minutes later than
usual, and handed me a letter in a good quality manilla envelope.  It was
titled with my name in my wife's handwriting.  Raising an eyebrow as I took
it, she simply said "Read it." I opened the letter and read it.

   "Dear Sir,

   "Your fine lady wife is currently sitting on my lap.  We are both naked
and my penis is snugly inside her vagina as I dictate this.  I have a
breast in each hand and am twisting them gently and eliciting pleased gasps
from her as she types.

   "It was a pleasure to enjoy your company on Saturday.  I am glad our
arrangement is of benefit to all concerned and my hope is that it will
continue for a long time.

   "I have taken the liberty of setting up a webcam in my office which will
activate next Wednesday at 5pm.  Should you wish to, you may view it at
http://<ip_address> and log in with the username "charles" and the password
"jess".  It would please me to know you may be observing our meetings.

   "Best wishes, C"

   Wow!  I was instantly hard and seized my wife who was still undressing,
and ravished her whilst I sat on the bed, making her recount the meeting's
details.  Once he had finished dictating, Jess was told to ride up and down
until he came, then suck him clean before printing out the letter, bringing
it to him to sign, then putting it in an envelope.  She told me she was
naked for all of this in both offices and took her time, revelling in the
freedom as Charles' seed dripped from her onto the carpet.

   And sure enough, next Wednesday I checked her email to see "Let's put on
a good show for your husband tonight." Realising it was almost five, I
hurriedly visited the web-page and saw what must be Charles' office with
him sitting at the desk.  There was no audio, only pictures.  Shortly, my
wife entered fully dressed.  This surprised me, as by now she was familiar
with the routine and apart from some small variations, had explained she
now generally left her dress outside of Charles' office before entering in
her lingerie.  She seemed to be looking in one corner out of view and soon
enough I saw why as another man stepped forwards into view.  There was a
discussion going on and it seemed quite intense.  Jess was clearly unhappy
but Charles stood up behind his desk and seemed to be shouting.  Jess's
posture changed from defiance to submission and she simply stood in front
of the desk.  Charles nodded to the other man, whom I later learned from
Jess was a business associate called Stephen who had stayed on at Charles'
invite for "Something special" after a business deal.  Stephen reached
forwards and lifted Jess' dress over her head, throwing it to one side.  He
stood back and admired her body and the black lacy underwear she had worn
that day as Charles walked around his desk and approached Jess from behind.
He undid her bra strap, letting it fall to the floor, and slid her lacy
knickers down over her hips and onto the floor, where she stepped out of
them and revealed her nakedness fully to both men.

   Charles pushed her forwards over the desk and stood back, inviting the
other man to use her.  Stephen wasn't slow and unbuckled his trousers,
letting them and his boxer shorts slide to the ground.  He unceremoniously
pushed his short fat dick into my wife's lovely tunnel as Charles stood
back and watched.  Quite clearly, he turned to the camera and smiled
directly at me.  He knew, the bastard knew!

   I knew where she worked and could have driven then in five minutes,
kicked the door down and punched both men out.

   I could have.

   But I didn't.  I sat glued to the screen as Stephen thrust in and out,
in and out, even slapping her arse and reaching under her to pull her
nipples back towards him.  She told me later he was very rough, and it
certainly looked it on the screen.  His white buttocks went faster and
faster until he came, thrusting deep within her and quivering in climax.

   He stepped back, releasing a glob of sperm from her cleft which I could
see hit the carpet between her feet, and her distended labia were exposed
to the lens.

   Charles quickly stepped forwards, undid his own fly and entered her in
one movement.  He thrust away for about five minutes until he too came.  I
could not see much of Jess from this angle, the men blocking my view. 
Charles tucked his penis away and passed a paper and pen to Jess while she
was still leant over the desk.  He said something and she started writing.
I wondered if he was dictating another letter to me?  He strode slowly back
and forth in front of the camera whilst speaking, and my wife stood naked,
still legs apart, transcribing his words.  Eventually finished, he stepped
forwards and gave her naked arse a huge slap!  She stood upright, visibly
shocked and her mouth formed a perfect 'O'!  Charles allowed her to collect
her clothes and she left, presumably dressing off-screen.

   When she had gone, Charles opened a wooden cabinet and withdrew a
decanter of what looked like Whisky and two tumblers.  He poured a generous
measure into each tumbler and passed one to Stephen.  They were smiling and
laughing, clearly happy with events.  Charles said something and raised the
glass towards the camera - clearly the old bastard was toasting me!  He
then stepped forwards and reached past the lens, and suddenly the picture
went off.  "Connection terminated" read the screen.

   My wife was home 15 minutes later.  She was upset.

   Walking into the bedroom, she passed me the piece of paper I had seen
her writing on.  She asked, "Did you see?"

   I nodded yes and started reading.

   "My good man.  I trust you observed our meeting tonight.  As you saw we
were joined by an important client to whom your wife was most
accommodating. She did well and I am giving her the day off tomorrow. 
However, there is one condition, and one upon which her job also depends. I
wish for you to clean her on her return tonight.  And by clean, I mean lick
her vagina deeply.  You see, Jess was unwilling to entertain our visitor
today as she explained she had forgotten to bring her diaphragm with her
today.  Your wife has a company phone and I expect her to video your
performance upon it and send it to me on completion.  And there is one
other thing, I'm afraid I must forbid you from sleeping with her for one
week.  Jess will give you oral pleasure at any time you wish, but no
vaginal sex at all.  Now, chop-chop, you have some cleaning to do!"

   Bloody hell!  She'd allowed both those men to come inside her
unprotected?  What was she thinking?

   Jess was watching for my reaction nervously.  I was so turned on at what
I had watched and seeing her standing there in front of me.  I stepped up
to her and kissed her on the mouth, giving her a big, gentle hug as I did
so.  She relaxed into me, having been worried about what I'd say.

   "Will you?" she asked timidly.

   For an answer, I lifted her up bodily and threw her backwards onto the
bed and ripped open her dress from hem to neckline, leaving it draped to
one side as I looked at her body.  She hadn't bothered putting on her
underwear after leaving his office and her breasts were angrily red from
the twisting her lovers had given them.  She had marks around her groin
too, and her still-shaven vagina was red, raw and...  oozing.  Wow, she was
soaking!  A mixture of her own liquid and the men's semen had dribbled down
her thighs.

   I saw her twist to the side and thought she was leaving, but it was only
to pick up the phone.  She quickly tapped some buttons and pointed it down
her body towards me as I knelt between her legs on the bed, obviously
filming me.  I grinned at it, relishing the debauchery and the challenge
before me - I had to clean this mess up!

   But first, a question.

   "Did you orgasm with Stephen tonight?" I asked.

   "Yes, twice.  He was very rough but his fat dick stretched me, and
despite my not liking him, I couldn't stop it."

   "What about Charles?"

   "Oh, honey - every time with him.  He's such a good lover."

   "Better than me?" I asked.

   "Yes, babe.  Don't be angry, but hurry!" she answered, softly.

   I needed no further prompting and buried my head between her legs as she
filmed me from above.  I slobbered and sucked and fished my tongue around
her salty cavern.  She clamped her wet thighs around my ears as I used two
fingers to stroke every drip forwards so my aching mouth could slurp it in,
and shook as another orgasm took her.  I couldn't see, but I did hope she
kept the camera steady, but it seemed unlikely given how much she was
twisting around in ecstasy.

   Eventually, I had cleaned her out as best I could.  I spread her sex
wide and looked around but could see nothing more than her red-pink vaginal
walls.  Jess was still filming me with her phone as I lay down next to her
and masturbated myself to my own shuddering climax which left me weak and
floating.  Dimly I heard a "beep" as she stopped the recording.  I opened
my eyes to see her tapping away on the phone and she shortly stopped,
saying "There.  Emailed it to him."

   She was lucky that night and didn't fall pregnant.  Now in her early
40's she had explained early in our marriage that she wasn't that keen to
have a child and I'd had a vasectomy, but I secretly was a little excited
at the possibility of my wife bearing another man's child.  Just one more
taboo to be cherished.

   A week later, Jess informed me that Charles was due to go on his annual
sailing holiday.  As a keen yachtsman he piloted an ocean going vessel solo
around the Mediterranean once a year, stopping off at various ports and
doing nothing at all for two months.  As the business couldn't operate
without him, both Trisha and Jess were expected to take paid leave during
this time as well.  A very nice arrangement which had been explained at her
employment.

   "What will you do for two months without work?" I asked.

   "Well, that's the thing," she started, refusing to meet my gaze.

   Uh-oh.  I had a bad feeling.

   "Charles wants me to go with him."

   Holy fuck!  This wasn't in the deal!  Was he stealing my wife?

   "No fucking way!" I said, angrily rising to my feet.

   Jess sat on the edge of the bed, knees demurely together and hung her
head.

   "I've already said yes," she said softly.

   "What?!" I exploded.

   "He will pay us an extra one thousand pounds per week on top of my wage.
He says he will show me the sights and all the amazing experiences of the
Med.  And he says he cannot do without my 'sexy twat' for two months." With
the last, she smiled up at me.

   Holy fuck, that was a lot of money.  But still, what was I to do?

   She went on, "Charles says that he will also pay for a prostitute for
you, to take care of your own needs in my absence.  But I told him that
wouldn't be necessary, and I'd certainly not allow it." She was smiling
still.  She knew she could do what she wanted, or rather - what Charles
wanted - and I'd accept it.  And she was right.  I was angry, but kept
quiet as she took a shower and went to bed.

   A fortnight later I watched my wife pack her bags.  She and Charles were
flying separately to his boat which was moored at Cannes.  She hugged me
and gave me a big kiss and promised to email as often as she could and she
was "sorry I couldn't come, but, you know...".  The taxi honked and she was
gone, wearing a light summer dress under a long, warm winter coat.

   I moped around and carried on my usual routines for a few days until
"Ping" - an email from an account I didn't know.  It was from Jess and
included a photo of her in a really tiny bikini relaxing on a beautiful
yacht under clear blue skies.  The only words were "Having a fantastic
time, love you.  Jess XXX" I tried responding, but immediately the email
bounced back with "Mailbox full".  I guess my part in this was only as
observer.

   Four days later came another email, this time with another photo of my
wife standing topless on a sandy beach with a young black man grinning next
to her and his arm around her waist and his thumb hooked into the strap of
her bikini bottoms.  "Visited Marseilles.  Charles invited Felix onto the
yacht that evening and we had a little fun!" I could very well imagine what
kind of fun!  I realised that despite my jealousy, I was hard and after
making the photo fill the screen, I masturbated furiously at the pair of
them, imagining what happened that evening.

   This time it was a whole week before her next email.  Again, it showed a
photo of her - this time fully naked and handcuffed to a bed in what was
obviously the yacht's main berth.  She was blindfolded and had a huge dildo
thrust inside her cunt.  The word "SLUT" was scrawled in lipstick on her
belly and her teeth were softly biting her lower lip in obvious desire. 
The caption to this photo read "Haha!  Don't know WHAT'S got into me
today!!"

   The shock of losing my wife, albeit temporarily, had eased and I was
genuinely looking forwards to each of these emails.  I found I was thrilled
that she was enjoying herself so much.  This probably sounds very odd, but
I had become very fond of Charles.  He was a great man, successful and
careful in equal measure.  He had certainly enriched our lives and not just
financially.  I loved my wife more than ever and delighted in her pleasure
even if it was with him and not me.  I longed to have her back home so I
could fuck her senseless!

   The next email came two days later.  This held two photos - the first
was a close-up of my wife sucking a penis, but it looked strange.  It
wasn't until the second photo that I realised it was of a large dog!  The
second one showed her on all fours in what was a grassy field with the dog
mounted and inside her.  Charles was quite a good photographer and the
detail left nothing to the imagination.  This was obscene and yet thrilling
- my lovely wife was a complete and utter slut, even allowing animals to
fuck her.  I couldn't imagine how much worse it could get.  Her caption
this time?  "Near Nice - feeling a little ruff!"

   And so the time passed.  Not all the photos were obscene, once she sent
a photo of her on the red carpet at a film festival dressed in a near
transparent dress and high heels.  Another time, relaxing outside a
restaurant sipping a cocktail looking thoroughly relaxed.  I sensed these
were the ones my wife wanted to send me, with others coming from Charles
and his wish to share my wife with me, to make me experience a taste of
what she was encountering.

   Such as a photoset of Jess with five Italians taking them three at a
time.  Or a very large breasted woman with half her forearm up my wife's
vagina as she licked another woman squatting above her face.  Or of Jess
pushing a fish inside herself with avid concentration.

   After about five weeks, the emails slowed up and strangely, never showed
Jess in them.  Instead their tone shifted to photos of sunsets, of the
various Mediterranean ports they had visited and other travel-brochure
things.  They were nice, and Jess took time to write down how happy she was
and that she hoped I was okay and always, that she loved me.

   Eventually, the day of her return came.  It was a weekend and I wasn't
working, so watched bad TV until I heard a car draw up outside and the key
rattle in the lock.  I jumped up from the sofa and rushed to meet Jess with
a huge smile on my face only to see a stranger before me!

   You know when you don't see someone you know very well for a while, it
can come as a shock when you spot them again?  This wasn't like that - my
wife had CHANGED!  Her hair was now Brunette and silky smooth, reaching
halfway down her back.  She wore unfamiliar jewellery in her ears and
around her neck, but she still wore my wedding ring.  Her tan was almost
olive.  The dress she wore clearly cost a huge amount of money and clung to
her curves like a sexy second skin.

   The curves...  Her tits were bigger!  I couldn't take my eyes off them!
The thin dress hugged them and I could clearly see there were new piercings
there as well!  The taxi driver must have had his eyes glued to the mirror
- she looked a million dollars, and despite the flight back, was grinning
and glowing - obviously pleased to see me too!

   I rushed into her arms and gave her a huge kiss, overwhelmed with relief
at her safe return.  We stayed like that for several minutes, just holding
each other.

   I pulled back, and grabbing her arm, tugged her into the bedroom.

   "I must see you!  I must have you!" I shouted as I pulled down her
dress. She wore nothing underneath.  Not a stitch.  Her breasts were now a
36DD and I rolled them in my hands, enchanted at their weight and firmness.
They felt utterly natural.

   "Careful, lover.  They're still a bit tender - we had them done in Italy
just over two weeks ago.  Do you like?" she asked.

   I kissed her firmly on the mouth as an answer and continued my
exploration.  Her skin tone was magnificent, glowing with that well
moisturised suppleness of the rich and fit.  Her labia piercing had been
joined by three others and a tiny stud shone from her clitoral hood.

   Unable to contain myself any more, I jumped on top of her and thrust
inside.  My dick was steel, my senses drowning in her expensive perfume. 
One, two, three thrusts and I came so hard I almost blacked out, squirting
deep within her.

   "Wow!" said my wife, giggling softly.  "You were saving all that up for
me?"

   We lay there softly for some time, just enjoying the presence of each
other.

   "Darling," came the words from her.  "I hope you don't mind, but Charles
seems to have made me pregnant..."
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