"Your boss just tried to screw me." I was flustered as I looked at my husband.
"What happened?" He asked.
I told him, "I was coming out of the bathroom and he pulled me into the guest bedroom and started to grope me. He had his hand inside my bra on my boob and was laying on top of me and kissing me."
He asked, "You got away?"
I said, "Yes, I kneed him and slapped his face and called him an asshole."
"Oh shit." My husband said.
"What are you going to do about it?" I asked.
"Well" he said, 'I kind of told him he could do that."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"I told him he could take a shot at getting you in bed. I said I was okay with it if you were. You always were flirting with him. He was talking about a raise, so I thought you might help; do it for us."
I was pissed. "Don't you think you should ask me or at least tell me if you are going to let someone try to fuck me?"
"I'm sorry Babe." Was all he could say.
I stomped off to the kitchen to cool down and I began to think. If my husband wanted to share my pussy, and it was also his pussy, why should I object. I did find his boss to be attractive. I liked to fuck. I was faithful, but did remember the thrill of being in bed with a new man from before we met.
Frank, the boss was coming down the stairs and was talking like he was ready to leave. We'd had him over for dinner. I thought I better keep him from leaving after our confrontation so I made nice to him.
"Please stay for another drink." I pleaded. My husband gave me a funny look and asked Frank to stay. He told him we had some rare cognac that he wanted Frank to try. Frank agreed to one more drink.
I sat across from him on the couch and let my skirt slide up my legs and then parted my legs so he could get a real nice look at me. He was trying to look up my skirt. I acted like I didn't notice, but slid around to give him an even better view. My husband was looking at me, wondering what I was up to.