Mandy’s Sexcapade: The Boss’ Pet by Syzoth
“Mandy’s Sexcapade” is an anthology that’s a nonlinear addendum to the “Sharing My Wife Amanda” series. However, “The Boss’ Pet”, like the other stories in this anthology, can be read as a standalone.
Special thanks to Goddess_of_Sunshine, for being a Volunteer Editor and an even better friend.
This story is d dedicated to Glenn, my wife’s boss in real life.
Thank you for taking care of Mandy.
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“Relax, Glenn. Take a deep breath.”
The older man’s nervousness was palpable through the multiple video feeds.
“I know, Sy,” my wife’s boss replied. “I know. I’ve been wanting… dreaming… about this moment for so long… yet now that it’s almost here…” Glenn looked at me through one of the many video cameras that we— and my wife Amanda— had set up in his workplace office. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever think… did I ever think that you and Amanda would… would…”
He couldn’t see my amusement through the 1-way cameras. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.” I was teasing him, of course, and the cruelty was enhancing my excitement of what was about to happen.
“No, no,” Glenn replied hastily. “It’s just that…” He paused, and his expression was very earnest. “I just can’t believe that you and Amanda would consent to this. I don’t want her to have any regrets, and I especially don’t want her resenting me later.”
I sympathized with his misgivings, but appreciated that he was sincerely looking out for my wife. “This evening wouldn’t be possible if Mandy didn’t allow it.”
The older man nodded, but didn’t appear thoroughly convinced.
“Glenn, we both know that neither of us can do anything without my wife’s consent!”
The fact that he was Amanda’s boss wasn’t lost upon him, but Glenn laughed so hard that he threw his head back and slapped his knee. “You’re right about that, son!” he guffawed. But Glenn became serious again and repeated the nickname that I alone used for my wife.
“‘Mandy’.” His tone was wistful and reverential. “I’ve never called her that.”
I didn’t respond; instead, I thought about everything that had brought the three of us to the precipice of a life-altering moment.
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Amanda was barely old enough to legally drink when I first met her, and we married not long after that. I was currently in my early 40’s, but Amanda herself had just turned 30 and could still pass for a high school coed. Some people might consider us a mismatched pair, but no couple in the world was as madly in love as we were.
Amanda was stunningly beautiful, even if she was too modest to acknowledge the obvious. Standing at 5’6, she possessed silky straight black silk hair that ran to her hips and constantly smelled like freshly cut flowers. Yoga, regular workouts at the gym, and running 15+ miles every week may have bestowed onto my wife an athletic physique, including a V-shaped upper torso, toned limbs, and a chiseled 6-pack, but it didn’t detract from her feminine curves whatsoever. Any man—and many women— within eyesight couldn’t helped but be mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and incredible, sculpted ass. Her brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes gave Amanda a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she was aware of. Still, I considered Amanda’s adorable freckles her sexiest physical trait.
However, my wife’s unmatched physical beauty paled in comparison to her intelligence, wit, and compassion.
Amanda’s humility was endearing. She could hold an intellectual conversation about science, politics, and religion just as easily as she could discuss sports, music, and pop culture. Whenever Amanda met people for the first time, it was more than likely that, after 5 minutes, she’d be laughing with them as if they were lifelong friends.
To know my wife was to love her.
Amanda wasn’t just the perfect woman; she was the perfect human being.
My wife began working for Glenn immediately upon finishing postgraduate school. And in a work setting and profession that was thoroughly populated with brilliant minds, Amanda easily shone the brightest. She never felt the need to prove herself because she simply could. Even the occasional sexual harassment from male colleagues couldn’t cause Amanda’s passion for her career to waver.
Glenn was near his mid-50’s when he first encountered my wife. Handsome and cordial, he was thin but wiry with graying hair, bright blue eyes, and a quiet voice. Glenn was astute enough to immediately sense what I, as Amanda’s husband, had always seen in her. She was gifted and responsible, humble but driven, and always professional. And with the older man’s mentorship, Amanda quickly excelled.
Amanda may have swiftly climbed the corporate ladder through her own merit and hard work, but rumors of an affair between her and her boss predictably circulated at their workplace. It presumably started when Glenn created a new position for Amanda not long after hiring her, a unique job class that had no precedence. Though there were initially many administrative levels between the two, my wife was suddenly reporting directly to Glenn, who was near the top of the food chain.
The fact that the duo often went out to lunch together didn’t do anything to squash the whispers of an illicit office romance. Amanda was constantly singing praises about her boss, and if they weren’t going out on lunch breaks together, it was because she had more than likely packed him a meal for the day! The cynics couldn’t believe that they could work so closely without something inappropriate transpiring. After all, how could such a beautiful woman advance in her career without sleeping with the man in charge of her? But I knew better.
My wife was as faithful to me as I was to her.
Which wasn’t to say that Amanda and Glenn didn’t desire each other.
Amanda and Glenn had undeniably forged a unique relationship over the years. He was her boss who was old enough to be her father, which made him into an authoritative father-figure. However, the man had never been married nor did he have any children, and I suspected that was part of the reason why he was so protective, even paternal, to Amanda.
But any man who glimpsed my wife immediately wanted her, and any man who had the fortune of getting to know her couldn’t help but fall in love with her.
And Glenn had worked closely with Amanda for many years.
Glenn, like Amanda, was intelligent, down-to-earth, and possessed a wry sense of humor; and like my wife, he kept himself in great physical shape.
Even I had to admit that they made a great couple.
And I was rather sardonically aware of Amanda’s fetish for older men.
I knew that Glenn harbored romantic feelings for my wife. And now that he had announced his retirement from their company, I finally questioned Amanda’s feelings for him, something that had been the proverbial elephant in the room for the past 5 years. To her credit, she did not lie or attempt to hide the fact that she reciprocated his feelings.
My wife’s admission did not make me jealous; it was quite the contrary.
It made me harder than a rock!
And now that Glenn was retiring, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity presented itself.
An opportunity that I enthusiastically encouraged to all members involved.
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“Do you love your wife?”
Glenn’s blunt question snapped me out of my reverie.
“You know I love Mandy more than life itself.”
“Then why would you allow her to be with me?”
“Because Mandy cares about you.”
The older man froze. He heard me, but didn’t— couldn’t— believe me. “What?”
“Mandy cares about you,” I repeated quietly. “She loves you in her own way. Always has, and always will. I’ve known, of course, but she obviously couldn’t do anything about it… until now.”
My wife’s boss couldn’t believe that my admission. But he was so joyous that he appeared on the verge of tears. “And you’re actually ok with this?”
“I trust Amanda and love her so much that I’ll do anything for her. Even if that means letting her sleep with someone else.” I nodded as comprehension dawned on Glenn. “Now you finally understand.”
“Strangely, Sy, I do. I understand because I’m in love with your wife, too.”
“I know. And so does Amanda.”
“I suppose if our roles were reversed, I would let that wonderful young woman do anything, too, as long as she was safe and happy.”
“You do understand, Glenn.”
He suddenly chuckled. “I have to admit that I’m getting the most out of this arrangement, by far! And, hopefully, Amanda will… uh, return home to you happy. But I don’t see how you’ll benefit other than… well, a happy wife is a happy life, I suppose.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I assured. “This is going to be mutually beneficial for all three of us.”
“How do you figure?”
My grin was blinding.
“Because, Glenn, I get to watch my hot wife in action.”
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2 oversized computer monitors displayed 12 real-time video feeds in ultrahigh definition, 6 in each screen, as I regarded them intently from the comfort of my own living room. Under my direction and, of course, with Amanda’s consent, Glenn had set up a dozen video cameras in his office: 2 spaced accordingly on each wall, 1 directly above his solid-oak work desk, 2 on both ends of his work desk, and 1 pointing at the outside of his office door so that we wouldn’t suffer any unexpected— and embarrassing— surprises. Amanda’s boss had begun clearing out his office days ago. Save for his desk and chair, the only other piece of furniture in the room was an expensive-looking leather couch. There was very little clutter which provided me clear unobstructed views of the entire room.
My heart began to beat faster as Amanda suddenly appeared outside of Glenn’s office. She was wearing a tight white blouse over a black bra that was blatantly visible underneath. A grey miniskirt hugged her hips and reached not even halfway down to her knees. The outfit was extremely formfitting on my wife’s fit body, hugging her feminine curves in the most flattering way possible.