“Ask Mandy how she expects you to be able to concentrate when she looks like that.”
“Mrs. Rapport, how do you expect me to be able to concentrate on my work when you’re dressed so provocatively? Do you have any inkling of the effect your appearance has on our working relationship?”
Good.
My wife pretended to be taken aback, and I loved it. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to—”
“Tell her take her clothes off,” I cut in. “I want to see Mandy naked as badly as you do. Do it, Glenn. Tell her to strip!”
I was impatient and wanted things to move fast, and the older man looked away once more to make certain that he hadn’t misheard me. And when he turned back to my wife, his helpless expression openly begged for her guidance. Amanda couldn’t hear what I was telling her boss to do.
But she smiled gently and nodded, anyway.
“Mrs. Rappaport, I told you… your clothes are a distraction. Take them off. Right now.” He leaned forward for emphasis and, in his most authoritative voice that hinted at a rapidly increasing confidence, commanded, “Strip.”
“Yes, sir,” Amanda acquiesced meekly. I could detect the faint outline of a smile through all the cameras.
She was enjoying the game as much as we were.
Amanda removed her clothing in a very slow and deliberate way. First, she unzipped her thigh-high stiletto boots, and gracefully removed them as she stood before her boss’ table. Next, my wife carefully undid each button of her blouse from top to bottom before doing the same to her miniskirt and letting it fall to the carpet.
When the miniskirt was at her ankles, my eyes and Glenn’s immediately zeroed in on the panties that Amanda was wearing. They were black and silky, and cut in a “boyshort” style that hugged her hips and muscular thighs perfectly. And when my wife let her white blouse slide from her arms, we discovered a matching strapless bra that enveloped her breasts like a band. The set possessed an athletic quality that matched Amanda’s toned physique.
There was nothing about my wife that wasn’t perfect.
Glenn muttered, “Dear lord…”
“The Lord isn’t here right now, Mr. Talbot. It’s just you and me.” Amanda looked into the closest camera and winked at me.
“So I’ve noticed, Mrs. Rappaport. But I told you to strip, and you haven’t finished yet. The underwear, too.”
“Tell her you want to see pink, Glenn.” It was vulgar, and I immediately wondered if it was beyond his limits
But the older man didn’t hesitate, much to my satisfaction. “Show me some pink, Mrs. Rappaport.”
Glenn licked his lips as Amanda, my wife… his subordinate… the object of his desire and focus of every wet dream for the past several years, was finally revealed to him.
Completely nude.
His expression was suddenly intent, and the vestiges of any misgivings quickly disappeared. He made a twirling motion with an index finger, gesturing for Amanda to turn another circle again. And as she obeyed, I noticed that one of Glenn’s hands had drifted beneath the table to touch himself.
Just like I was doing.
“Mmm… you are so exquisite, Mrs. Rappaport. A gift to all men.”
“Thank you, Mr. Talbot.”
“The question, young lady is what do I do with you? Because not only do you come to work dressed to distract and subvert my attention, but your performance has been sorely lacking, too.”
I nodded appreciatively because I LOVED where this was leading.
“I’m afraid, Mrs. Rappaport, that I’m going to have to let you go. Pack your things and get out.”
“Please, Mr. Talbot. I’ll do anything to keep my job. Anything.”
I had never seen my proud and confident wife grovel, and I was rather turned on.
Glenn pursed his lips and made a show of thinking things over. “Perhaps there might be a way for you to make amends,” he mused. The older man pondered for a while, then looked helplessly at one of the cameras on his desk.
What should I do now, Sy?
He couldn’t see my evil grin. “Tell Mandy, ‘Blowjob or no job.'”
Glenn had finally attained his comfort zone, but his eyes still widened.
“Don’t you want to discover, firsthand, how great your favorite employee is at giving blowjobs? Tell her. You won’t regret it and will be thanking me for the rest of your life.”
That was apparently all the encouragement Glenn needed. “Unfortunately for you, Mrs. Rappaport… it’s blowjob or no job.”
“Oh my… that sounds like something Mr. Rappaport would say.”
I laughed. “Now stand up, Glenn, and go to her.”
The man sprung to his feet and circled to the front of his desk. I was about to command him to usher my wife to her knees when he turned his head to speak directly to me. “Before you say anything else, Sy, there’s something I need to do first. I hope you’ll understand and forgive me someday.”
I knew that Glenn would die first before harming Amanda, so his words had me more curious than confused or afraid.
But then it all made sense when he pulled my wife close and kissed her.
If she was stunned or caught off guard, Amanda didn’t show it as she wrapped her arms around Glenn’ neck and smothered his lips with hers.
My eyes darted to each video feed, searching for the one with the best view, as I excitedly watched my hot wife make out with her much older boss.
The pair moaned and murmured, and their hands touched each other all over. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, dancing and wrestling, as they clung to each other tightly. Amanda even wrapped 1 long leg around her lover as if afraid that he might attempt to flee her embrace.
My eyes were glued.
How could any man get so excited watching his wife make out with another man?
I knew I should be jealous and horrified, but that was NOT the case. I was so aroused as I observed because my fetish for being a voyeur husband had been brewing for quite some time. But that wasn’t all.
Clearly, Amanda was enjoying being an exhibitionist wife, too!
I pushed my pants and underwear to the floor, settled back on the couch, and languidly stroked myself as I watched the scene slowly unfolding.
“Good god, Amanda. You taste so divine.” The man spoke quietly, but as himself and not as someone who was roleplaying.
My wife giggled girlishly. “Thank you, Glenn. You’re always so sweet to me.” But then she lifted her head and straightened her back, and her confident posture informed Glenn and I that we didn’t possess as much control as we thought.
But we already knew that.
Amanda groped the man between the legs, causing him to jump. “But it’s my turn to taste you.”
He stuttered unintelligibly.
“C’mon, Glenn,” I teased. “You’re not going to turn down a blowjob from my wife, are you?” When the man was still too excited to respond, I suggested mildly, “Tell her to take off your pants, and go from there.”
“Take off my pants, Mrs. Rappaport, and pull out my dick.”
Amanda expertly did so without looking as she maintained his lustful eye contact. But when she felt his size and hardness in her hand, she looked down and murmured appreciatively. Glenn’s penis was MUCH bigger than my wife was expecting, and even I had to admit that it was impressive. His erection quivered as purplish veins threatened to burst from its surface. The rigid skin was clean and smooth, just the way Amanda liked it.