My Wifes New Boss Ch 04

Part 3 Recap:

Before leaving for Nick's beach house, Heather seems to be putting a great deal of effort into her appearance. I suspect it's because she is secretly attracted to Nick. After we arrive, Nick begins flirting with Heather relentlessly, right in front of me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Nick manages to get her alone with him in the hot tub, where they almost kiss. Heather returns to me feeling conflicted because of her desire for Nick.

We spent the next couple of minutes observing the view, not saying much to each other, as the sun dropped toward the horizon. Then, I felt a jolt of fright as Nick returned. He was still in nothing but his swim trunks, intimidatingly bare from the waist up, his ripped upper body on full display. I once again caught Heather eyeballing him up and down the very first opportunity she had to do so undetected by him, and once again, I saw her bite her lip. It was like she couldn't help it, and it was like she was oblivious to how obvious it would be to me, or else she just couldn't resist the temptation.

Nick took his place right next to Heather, who was standing across from me several feet away against the railing. I was very uncomfortable with how close they were to each other, especially considering the fact that Heather was just standing there in nothing but her damp cover-up which was clinging tightly to the enticing curves of her precious body. I felt compelled to move closer to Heather, but I didn't think Nick would like that, so I just stayed where I was.

Nick was smiling mischievously. "Brad just told me something

very

interesting," he said, with obvious amusement.

"What's that?" Heather asked excitedly, hanging on his every word as always, and I was saddened once again to see her playing with her hair.

"It seems he's developed quite a crush ..." Nick began, pausing dramatically, "... on your husband."

My eyes bulged in horror. I saw Heather look at me with an expression of playful suspiciousness, as if suggesting something had happened between us while they were in the hot tub. "

Really

," she said accusingly, with her eyebrows lifted and a wide smile on her face.

Nick nodded, grinning. "I had a feeling these two were going to hit it off."

And then it was like Heather simply couldn't resist the urge to pile on and join him in his teasing at my expense. "I

thought

they were getting along," she added playfully.

I was mortified. My face must have turned bright red as I could feel the blood flooding my cheeks. It was like I was being implicated in something - as if I was seeking that attention out from Brad. I was terribly embarrassed, which I knew must have been Nick's intention. Heather had always been the kind of woman who was attracted to classic masculinity, and nothing would be more contrary to that than the notion of her husband getting along like that with another guy.

"You better stay close to your husband this weekend," Nick then said to Heather, feigning concern.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"Well, let's just say that Brad has a preference for heterosexual men," Nick explained. "There's nothing he loves more than sexually dominating straight guys." A wave of revulsion swept through me. "I'm just saying, it might not be safe to leave these two alone together, unless you don't mind sharing your husband with him."

"He can have him," Heather said jokingly, flashing me a smile, as if this was all just innocent teasing.

Joking or not, I was incredibly stung by Heather's comment, and I was horrified by this entire conversation. Here they were, talking about this huge muscular guy who could easily overpower me without breaking a sweat, and apparently he had a crush on me. And they were implying that he might try and force himself on me if given the opportunity, and it was like this was no big deal to them - as if it was some kind of game. I was dreading Brad's return from the kitchen. I was also painfully aware of how destructive this kind of talk could be for Heather's attraction toward me. But as bad as this had been, it was about to get much, much worse.

"Tell me something," Nick said, turning toward me. "Have you ever fooled around with a guy before?"

My eyes bulged once again, even more mortified than I had been a moment ago. It took me a moment to register the question. How could he be asking me that? "No!" I said defensively.

"Have you ever wanted to?" Nick asked. And then: "Be honest."

I couldn't believe he was questioning me like this with Heather right there. I knew his intention must have been to embarrass me even more in front of her, and I had no choice but to respond as best as I could.

"No," I said decisively. "That's disgusting."

"Too bad," Nick replied. "If that wasn't the case, we could consider altering the sleeping arrangements - you could bunk with Brad, and I could bunk with Heather."

I was utterly stunned - too stunned for words - and then positively seething. Here was this man, making such a blatant remark about sleeping with my wife, with her standing right there next to him, and there was nothing I could do to stop this. And as for Heather, she should have been

outraged

by this comment. But all I heard from her was a nervous laugh which instantly escaped her, as if this was just a harmless joke.

What I

didn't

know was that the nervousness in her laughter had been to mask the fact that the thought of this happening didn't bother her at all (at least the bunking-with-Nick part), and she was afraid of letting that on. She had also assumed I would take offense to his comment, innocent though it was, and she was pleasantly surprised when I seemed to take it in stride.

It was surreal, finding myself in this situation, with such a thing being said right in front of my wife, all as if it wasn't a big deal, and I was helpless to put a stop to it. Unfortunately for me, Nick wasn't done.

"You say you've never fooled around with a guy before, but how do you know you wouldn't like it, if you've never tried it?" Nick asked me. The tone of his voice was as if this was just a normal line of questioning, just an innocent conversation, and I could do nothing but glare at him as he went on. "See, I believe sexuality is a spectrum, and that everyone falls somewhere on this spectrum. Very few people fall all the way to one side or the other, like I do."

"Me, too," Heather felt the need to add. At that point, I should have clarified that

I

do, too, but I was too shaken by the entire exchange to think straight.

"And," Nick went on, "for many people, only by experimenting can they

really

know where they fall. But, for some people, their own prejudices and preconceived notions can stand in the way of that. Take

you

, for example. You might never fool around with a guy because you would think, 'Oh, I can't do that. That's gay, and I'm not gay.' But if you did, you might find that you

liked

it. You

might

even find," and at this, even though he was still speaking to me, his gaze turned toward Heather, "that you enjoyed being ... sexually dominated by a big, strong, muscular guy, just like your wife might." He said the words slowly and suggestively, and I was very uncomfortable with the way Heather was looking at him, as if these words excited her. I could almost feel her pulse quicken.

Nick turned back toward me. "You might even find that you

preferred

it over being with a woman. It could make you a better husband, too. You'd get more in touch with your feminine side - understand your wife better, become more attentive to her needs." He paused. "But, you'll never know, because you'll never let yourself try it. That's why I think it's better for some people to be

forced

to do something like that," he continued. I couldn't believe what he was suggesting, and the fact that these things were being said at all - that I was being talked about like this. But there was nothing I could do to stop him, and he just continued going on and on unchallenged. "Then, they can just sit back, and enjoy the ride."

He paused. "I'm just saying," he finally concluded, with an innocent smile, "if you ever want to try it, I think Brad will be more than happy to help."

I felt utterly mortified, miserable, and defeated. I was thoroughly aware of how humiliated and emasculated I had been right in front of my wife, which of course had been Nick's goal. I couldn't believe this whole conversation and line of questioning happened right in front of her, and I had to just stand there and take it, and Heather did nothing whatsoever to defend me or put a stop to it.

"I'll pass," I muttered defiantly.

Nick shrugged, and it was at this moment that Brad emerged from the house. He ended up stopping right next to me and was now standing just as close to me as Nick was standing to Heather. I was extremely nervous being in Brad's presence and having him so close to me because of everything that had just been discussed, though I felt like I had no choice but to just stand there.

"What are you guys talking about?" Brad asked amiably.

Nick smiled mischievously. "I let your secret slip."

Brad looked completely unphased and merely shrugged with a smile.

The four of us stood there like this on the porch talking for a few more minutes as the sun went down, though it was obviously Nick and Brad who dominated the conversation. Very quickly, to my deep discomfort, the conversation conveniently shifted to the topic of marital infidelity. Brad asked Nick if he had heard about someone named Laura, who apparently was a mutual acquaintance of theirs. Nick shook his head, and Brad explained that Laura's husband had just found out she had been having an affair with another man. Apparently, Laura hadn't been happy for quite some time - her husband had been unable to satisfy her needs, and it was obvious they meant her

sexual

needs. Brad expressed sympathy for her husband, but Nick was ready to offer his own opportune commentary.

"This might not be a popular opinion, but I can

kind

of see it from her perspective," Nick began. "Let's take these two as an example," he said, referring to Heather and I. I felt an immediate jolt of dread - I knew this was going to be bad. "Not that this is the case at all, but, purely hypothetically, let's just say that he was unable to satisfy her - sexually." I was even more stunned than before. I couldn't believe he was going in this direction, that he was suggesting this right in front of Heather. But if she was put off by it, she certainly didn't show it. As always when Nick spoke, she looked to be hanging on his every word, like he could say nothing wrong, no matter how outrageous he got. "It might not be his fault," Nick continued. "He might want to. He might even

try

to. But, just because it isn't his fault, is it fair that Heather should be deprived of life's greatest pleasures simply because of his failure?"

This was incredibly painful for me. It hit

way

too close to home. It was as if Nick knew that it was extremely unusual for Heather to orgasm, which was something I was very self-conscious about. She had always been this way ever since we first started dating and sleeping together, though it seemed to happen less and less as time went on, and by now, I couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm - with

me

, anyway, and according to her, she never,

ever

masturbated. It had become an issue at multiple points during our relationship. I had always been afraid that it reflected her feelings for me and attraction toward me, or what I was doing in bed, or even the size of my penis. She had always tried to reassure me when I brought it up, explaining she had always been this way and it had been like this with her previous boyfriends, too. She had always told me not to take it personally - it was just how she was. And orgasming wasn't important to her, she had always said. And I had always come around to believing her. In time, I had just given up and accepted that it was something that couldn't happen to her anymore, and that it wasn't my fault.

Nick didn't know all this, of course, though he might have guessed. He knew the vast majority of women in long-term relationships became increasingly unsatisfied as time went on. Contrary to popular opinion, women simply were not built for monogamy the way men were. True, men drifted and got bored and sought out extramarital relationships too, just like women did, but the vast majority of men were physically capable of maintaining at least some sexual enthusiasm for their wives over time. Many women simply weren't designed this way. That's why the world was filled with husbands desperate to have sex with their wives, which was the last thing their wives wanted. At least, sex with their

husbands

was the last thing these wives wanted - but sex with

other

men was a different story entirely.

Like before, I didn't understand how Heather could be allowing this to happen, how she could be allowing Nick to say these things and humiliate me like this in front of her and make no effort whatsoever to defend me. As always, she was just standing there, staring up at him, looking lost in his eyes. And so I was left feeling more mortified, miserable, and defeated than ever.

"I also think people can't be held accountable for their desires," Nick went on. "It's not something we have any control over." He turned toward Heather. "Don't you think?"

All of our eyes were now on Heather, awaiting her response. She looked momentarily startled with being handed the conversation and put on the spot in such a way. She glanced at me for one brief instant as she was obviously thinking of how she should respond, as if to remind herself that one set of eyes belonged to her husband, and she should probably choose her words carefully for my sake.

"But when she got married, she made a vow to be faithful," Heather answered, a trace of uncertainty in her voice.

"True," Nick acknowledged, "but I also think everyone has a limit to what they can resist. Everyone has their breaking point, where the temptation to do something becomes so overwhelming that we are simply incapable of resisting it. Wouldn't you say?"

Heather paused again before answering, once again glancing in my direction before shifting her eyes back to Nick. "But being married means having to avoid situations where you might be tempted."

This was exactly the response he had been hoping for, and expecting.

"True," he acknowledged again. "But sometimes, these situations just happen on their own. Two people with desires they have no control over find themselves alone together, and their longing for each other pushes them beyond their breaking point. If it's not a situation either of them sought out or had any control over, then neither of them can really be blamed, if you think about it." He paused, looking at her thoughtfully. "Do you disagree?"

Heather shook her head skeptically. "It just doesn't happen like that."

Nick smiled. "It does," he said, staring her straight in the eyes, with an expression of utter and complete certainty.

After a couple silent seconds in which she was met with Nick's deliberately attentive gaze, it looked like Heather couldn't help but meet his smile with her own. "It really doesn't," she responded.

Nick looked at her warmly but decisively, like she was nothing more than a naive child. "It

really

does."

"No, it doesn't!" she instantly replied with a playful giggle. She sounded as if she was unused to being challenged like this — which of course she was, since I always gave up and deferred to her when engaged with her in similar disagreements. It was almost like it was fun for her to be argued with in such a way.

"Yes. It does." Nick paused for a couple seconds, as if deep in thought - as if in contemplation of how to demonstrate his point. "In fact, I think I can prove it." He paused again, like he was doubling down on his resolution to this question. "Let's conduct a little experiment," he suddenly added, turning toward me. "What do you say? Shall we conduct a little experiment?"

Right then, I felt Brad nudge me from behind. It was obvious what my answer was supposed to be. I also realized that, with the way our bodies were positioned, Heather wouldn't have been able to see what Brad just did. It was then that I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Brad was a co-conspirator, that he was fully aware of what Nick was up to, and that he was supporting him. Until then, I hadn't been sure. "Okay," I responded nervously, unsure where this was leading, but preparing myself for the worst.

"I'm going to make a bet. A friendly little wager." Nick now turned back toward Heather, who was continuing to stare up at him. "I bet I can take your wife to bed with me, tonight."

I heard Heather gasp, and in that instant, I was overcome by a jolt of horror and dizziness. I was reeling, my heart racing, feeling like I had just been sucker punched in the stomach. I glanced at Heather and could register nothing but a look of complete and total shock and disbelief on her face. I couldn't believe that Nick actually proposed such a thing out loud, so blatantly. I also couldn't believe that Heather was just continuing to stand there next to him. It occurred to me that she should have instantly expressed disgust over this. She should have said right then and there that it was time for us to go, but she didn't. Then again, I thought to myself reassuringly, she's probably just in a state of shock at this unexpected development.

Of course, I couldn't have known that her response was tempered by the fact that, deep down inside, she secretly yearned for just such a thing to happen.

"In fact, let's make things interesting," Nick continued. "If I don't, I will pay you $100,000. Tonight."

I couldn't believe it. He was willing to bet $100,000? That would change our lives, I thought. Based on the expression on Heather's face, it looked like she couldn't believe it, either. For a moment, I wondered if he was lying about it, but I realized that Nick was so rich that he could easily throw huge sums of money like that around without losing any sleep. With that kind of money, we'd finally be able to buy a house, and Heather wouldn't have to go to work anymore. She wouldn't need to continue working as Nick's secretary and he would be gone from our lives, and the notion of that delighted me. This filled me with confidence. There was no way Heather would betray me like that

and

turn down $100,000.

"As for us ..." Nick said, his voice trailing off. He turned toward Brad. "What do you think, Brad? What should we get if

I

win?"

A smug smile formed on Brad's face. "How about, whatever she does with you of her own accord, her husband has to do ... with me."

My mouth went dry and I felt a sudden wave of fear and revulsion. I was reminded of what Nick had said a few minutes ago - that Brad loved nothing more than sexually dominating straight guys. It was pretty obvious this wasn't an empty threat. He could easily overpower me and force me to do things with him - unspeakable, unimaginable things - against my will. But then I reminded myself - there's no way it would actually come to this, because there's no way Heather would allow this to happen, especially knowing what would become of me. The deck was stacked even more in my favor.

Nick nodded. "I like it." He turned back toward me. "What do you say? Do we have a bet?"

All eyes were on me now. I looked at Heather. She looked just as dazed as before and hadn't said a word. I had no idea what was going through her mind. She was just looking at me like a deer caught in the headlights - as if this whole situation was so unbelievable, so unexpected, that her mind couldn't process it yet.