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.
Shiny thigh-high stiletto boots reached almost to the bottom of Amanda’s miniskirt, exposing a small but tantalizing bit of flesh in between. My wife also had her long black silky hair wound into a chic bun atop her head, which highlighted her sleek neck, and toned arms and shoulders. Finally, to complete the outfit, a pair of black-rimmed glasses sat on her nose, giving Amanda a very studious, almost nerdy, appearance, albeit in a VERY sexy way.
Amanda somehow appeared even more beautiful each time I gazed upon her.
Amanda looked up, waved, and grinned nervously at the camera. Her physical features, including her radiant smile, were vivid even through the video feed. It was almost as if she was actually here with me.
“I love you 1.5 million,” I whispered. It was something silly that I often told my wife to make her laugh, and I was suddenly missing my better half as if she was light years away.
I watched as Amanda turned away from the camera, set her shoulders resolutely after taking a deep breath, and raised her hand to knock on her boss’ door.
I suddenly lurched forward as THE moment had finally arrived.
“Glenn,” I barked urgently. “Get ready! Mandy’s right outside your door!”
The man swore nervously. Despite the fact that his ultimate fantasy was about to come true, he was apprehensive, and rightfully so. But the potential reward was worth it.
I heard— and watched— Amanda knock on the door.
“What should I do?” Glenn asked desperately.
“Relax, man. Tell her to come in.”
Glenn looked at me through one of the cameras on his desk, nodded, and called out in a level tone, “Come in.”
My wife sauntered into his office like a heavenly creature, and it was as if life and color had exploded onto both computer screens.
Glenn’s eyes widened at her form-fitting attire, and I beamed with pride as my cock stiffened instantly.
Amanda appeared amused as she took a quick account of all the cameras that were pointing at her from every angle before greeting cheerfully, “Good evening, Mr. Talbot.”
“Good evening, Aman— er, Mrs. Rappaport.”
In all the years that they had known each other, the pair had never addressed each other so formally.
“Tell her that her tits look fantastic in that tight blouse.”
The man immediately turned his head, unsure if he had heard me correctly through his earpiece, and responded in disbelief, “What?”
I could see my wife regarding him with a patient smile.
I repeated slowly, “Tell her that her tits look fantastic in that tight blouse.”
Glenn looked unsure of himself; he started to sweat.
“Yes, Mr. Talbot?” Amanda prodded innocently.
“Your, uh… t-tits look fantastic… in that tight blouse.”
Amanda’s boss had paid her thousands of polite and innocent compliments about her appearance over the years, of course, but never in such vulgar terms. She was aware where the words were coming from… or, more precisely, who, they were coming from.
“Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you to notice.”
“Tell Mandy that her ass looks incredible in that miniskirt, too.”
Glenn obeyed, and my wife mutely inclined her head in appreciation.
“Tell her to turn around so you can take a good look at her.”
There was a long silence as the pair stared at each other. And in the silence, my heart pounded like thunder. I was about to cajole the older man when he suddenly spoke, “Turn around, Mrs. Rappaport, so I can take a closer look at you.”
It wasn’t lost on me that Glenn was no longer repeating me verbatim.
Amanda did a slow turn as we ogled her in awe, captivated by the way the fabric stretched even more tautly over her lush body.
I had no doubt that Glenn was as hard as I was.
“What do you think of my wife, Glenn?”
“My god, you’re beautiful.” He blurted the words to Amanda with a fervor that exposed his true feelings.
Amanda blushed deeply. “Mr. Talbot,” she admonished girlishly. “You know that Mr. Rappaport wouldn’t be happy to hear you say that.”
I laughed because she knew that wasn’t true.