It had been nearly 3 weeks since Carls party. Whenever I asked Jess if she'd had a good time or what she'd been up to at the party she just shrugged& said she was too drunk to remember what had happened..
I remembered perfectly, just as I'm sure she did, but would never admit it- that she'd been gangbanged by 6 horny college guys that had cum in her, & on her while she had cum a dozen times or more as all those thick, young cocks had pounded into her tight body. I had thought about little else since..
Jess found excuses for us not to have sex in the week that followed the party- possibly worried that her pussy would feel different after Oscars huge shaft had stretched her pussy out..
My wife had also begun her new job- working for my boss Nigel, as his P.A. Most days she could be seen heading out to meet clients with him in his Range Rover. The guys would watch as Nigel would hold the car door open for my wife to get in, all the while trying to see up her short dress. Then they'd be ribbing me, saying they'd only be going to the hotel up the road..
It was hard not to feel uncomfortable having my wife work for my boss, I enjoyed Jess getting attention from other guys, but Nigel could be a bit of an asshole, and a few times when they'd walked through the factory together he would smugly glance at me as his hand rested on her back just above her tight little ass as they walked..
Jess insisted however that Nigel was the perfect gentleman & hadn't tried anything with her since she'd taken the position at work.
We both got into Jess' car, it was Friday evening and I was beat, but looking forward to a night at the cinema to see the new James Bond film with my girl..
"Sorry babe, we're going to have to catch the film another night, Nigel is having a meeting with the other directors at his house tonight and he needs me to go over there and take notes."
"Ugh really?! Why couldn't they have had their meeting during the day? I'm sure they could manage without you!" I said, exasperated.
"Well perhaps, but that's what he wants- and it isn't as if I've not had to put up with you working crappy hours!" Well, she had me there. "Oh, and can you drive me there& back, they're having wine& nibbles during the meeting?"
I tried to hide how pissed I was, they were getting to spend an evening with my wife drinking expensive wine while I sat at home.. "Who's going to this meeting exactly?"
"Well Alan I think, as well as Phil and Roger."
I grimaced, Alan was the transport director, a pretty obnoxious guy that treated the drivers like shit, and was always perving at Jess any chance he got. Phil was ok, he was the sales& marketing boss who I got on well with. Roger was the shop foreman, a complete asshole that had brown- nosed his way into the job of being my manager, despite knowing half as much as me.
While Jess was upstairs changing I sat& stewed. For once I had no desire for my wife to be skimpily dressed in the presence of other men, so I was slightly relieved when she came down wearing a pair of tight jeans, paired with heels& a sweater.
"Ok baby, I'm ready! Who knows, when they see how willing I am to go that extra mile for them, there may be more money in it for me?!"
"Sure honey, who knows.."
We drove over to Nigels house, whereupon I escorted Jess up to his large oak front door. I considered if he would have to sell this huge house when his divorce had gone through, but I doubted it..
Having knocked, the door opened.. "Hi Mr Walker!" Jess enthused.
"Well good evening Jess, you're looking beautiful as ever!" He said, kissing Jess on both cheeks. Nigel looked me up& down. "Good evening Aiden, we'll try not to keep your lovely wife for too long, but this is a very important meeting and we need someone to listen very carefully and take notes on the evenings business. Jessica will ring you when we are finished with her!"
His words did nothing to ease my suspicion of his motives.. but maybe I was just being paranoid- maybe the events of the past few weeks had only made me suspect the worst.. "Ok Mr Walker, see you later honey."
With that I watched as the door swung shut, Nigel asking Jess if she preferred red or white wine..
A few hours later, which I'd spent lazing around watching sport the phone rang, it was Jess, asking me to come & pick her up.
Jess walked up to the car, looking a little spaced out- maybe from the wine. I asked how the evening had gone.
"Err, yeah really well, pretty uneventful really, they discussed the business plan for 2022, where the company was headed and so on..
"Ooh that sounds juicy, do tell!"
Jess was coy.. "Nigel asked me not to discuss what was talked about at the meeting with you- I have to respect that babe."
"Huh, fair enough. Guess I'm not worthy of information that could affect our future?"
"Don't start Aiden, it was nothing earth shattering, pretty boring really. Please take me home.. I'm very tired."
The next couple of days passed away, we went to seeJames Bond on the Sunday night. Heading to work on Monday I was surprised to see what Jess was wearing..
"Jeez babe, thats a bit risqué for work isn't it?!" She was wearing a tight, low cut sweater and a very short tan skirt, which, when she sat in the car was causing it to ride up& flash her hold- up stocking tops.
"Oh it's fine Aiden, they only show when I'm sat down.."
"Err.. won't you be sat down most of the day in the offices Jess?"
"Oh just chill Aiden, I couldn't find anything else to wear, and why would anyone in the office be interested in what I'm wearing?!"
"Oh I have no idea Jess, I'm sure they won't be interested at all!"
"Whatever.. just drive."
Sure enough, the guys on the shop floor seemed able to find an excuse to head up to the offices during the course of the day once word had spread that my wife was in there, dressed more like a hooker than a member of staff..
A couple of days passed, and one evening when Jess had gone to visit a friend I had a peek at her phone that she'd forgotten, to see if Carl had been in touch with her since the house party. He hadn't, but instead I found a video message from an unknown number. The message with it simply read:
'I thought you would appreciate a record of Fridays meeting, I'm sure you'll find it a very useful reference..'
Slightly puzzled, I opened up the file and was soon watching footage shot on someones phone. I could see a large room adorned floor to ceiling with very expensive looking oak panelling. In the centre of the room were two leather sofas facing each other with a large glass table between them which had four glasses of wine on it.
On the left hand sofa sat Phil & Jess, on the other were Nigel and Alan, which left me assuming that Roger was filming the meeting.
Sat next to the imposing figure of Nigel, Alan looked rather comical, short, fat& bald, in his early 60's, with an unhealthy complexion from smoking and a less than pretty face, it wasn't hard to work out why he was single..
Phil was in his 40's, in reasonable shape with a mop of thick dark hair and almost as tall as Nigel, with a rather large nose. As I watched I could see him repeatedly glancing sideways at my wifes body, which looked hot as hell wrapped in her tight jeans& sweater, her hair in a ponytail with a notepad on her knee.
"Ok, good work everyone, I think thats everything covered! Anyone got anything they'd like to add?" Enquired Nigel.
This didn't make any sense.. why had he just started filming the meeting just as it was finishing?
There is just one more matter to attend to, one of a theft from the company, by one of its employees.... That thief is you, isn't it Jessica?!"
All eyes were now on my wife, I almost dropped her phone in shock! What sort of horseshit lie was he telling here?!
The camera zoomed in a little on my wife..
"Wh..what? I don't understand!" She stammered, her cheeks flushing.
"Oh but I think you do. Two days ago somebody filled their car up with petrol on the company account at the filling station around the corner. Since those present here are the only ones that know the security code for that account, and you're the only one here that doesn't drive a diesel car, I'd say I've found my thief.."
Jess squirmed, her cheeks going beet red as she put her notepad on the table.
"I... no Mr Walker... its not like that! I filled my car up then realised I'd left my purse at work... I was going to repay you I promise!"
"Do I look like a charity Jessica?! You've had two days since I was notified of the transaction- it pays to know the owner of the filling station Jess my dear. So as I see it we have several options with how to deal with this situation."
Jess looked nervously around the room, spotting the camera phone for the first time, looking straight into the lense with a very worried look on her sweet face.
"Please, Nigel... I swear I was.."
"ENOUGH! And you can call me sir from now on! Boomed Nigels voice, causing everyone in the room to jump& my wifes hand to tremble.. "Option one, I give the evidence to the police and you will probably end up in court. Option two you get out of this house right now and thats the end of it.. but of course you won't have a job at my company and neither will your husband."
"Please no, we can't afford to both lose our jobs.. it's not Aidens fault." Jess sniffed, her eyes looking teary.
"Option three is we tear up your old work contract.. and you sign this new one."
Nigel pulled a document and a pen from the briefcase next to him and slid it across the table to my wife, who eyed the piece of paper. "Whats different about it sir?" Jess enquired dejectedly..
"It merely means you'll be... giving up certain employees rights that you were entitled to under your old contract. You will have to follow instruction from the directors without question- that is of course if you and Aiden wish to continue to work for me.."
