“I had lunch with your boss today,” my wife Karen just tossed that little statement over her shoulder as we were getting undressed for bed.
It took a second for it to register with me. I stopped, with my shoe halfway off and looked over at her. “You did not.”
She turned to face me. She looked damn good, standing there in just her bra and panties. “Well, lunch is probably not an accurate description. We got hot dogs off one of those carts in the plaza. We sat on a bench near the fountain.”
She was serious. “Denny called and invited you to lunch?”
“No, he was standing right by the main entrance when I came out for lunch. He was looking for me. He found me. We had lunch, of a sort.”
I knew there was a lot more to the story. It looked like she was going to make me drag it out of her, one tidbit at a time. I went back to getting undressed. Karen and I both sleep in the nude. I pulled off my socks and turned around. She was standing there, wearing my favorite outfit, not a damn stitch. After fourteen years of marriage, she still gets my blood pumping. She keeps her blonde hair long, falling around her shoulders. At thirty-four, her B cup yabos are still firm and pointing straight ahead. And that cute little trimmed bush, so what if the carpet doesn’t match the drapes.
There are times when she looks better. Like when she’s on her hands and knees. She has one guy’s hard cock in her mouth. Another guy is behind her, filling her hot pussy with his rod, about to pump a load of cream deep inside. Nothing I would rather do than watch her get in on with a couple of studs. And nothing she likes better than putting on a sex show, just for me.
“You’re dying to hear the rest. I know you too well, Rick. Let’s get into bed and I’ll tell you everything.”
I didn’t argue. The thought occurred that she had been keeping her news to herself all evening. Through dinner and a rented video she never mentioned a thing. If our positions had been reversed, I would have blurted out the news when I came through the door.
I sat on my side of the bed and pulled the covers up to my waist. She likes to lean back against the pillows. “OK, I came out at lunch and Denny came up next to me. Blah, blah, blah, we finish our dogs, he goes into this long explanation about you and Roberta being up for the same promotion. Then he sat back and stared at me over those goofy half glasses he wears. He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it a little. Then he said, exact words ‘I wondered if you might like to influence my decision’. I didn’t say anything for a minute. I tried to look shocked. He just kept staring, that little grin of his on his face.”
Karen folded her arms under her breasts and smiled at me. If I wanted to hear what she said back, I was going to have to ask. “And what did my lovely wife say to my horndog boss?”
“My performance could have got me an acting award. I pretended to be shocked and flattered. I told him I would have to think about it for a few days. He seemed satisfied with that. I told him how much you wanted that promotion with the money and the perks. He said he knew all that. Then he said he had an appointment he had to get to.”
I felt like I had just been given a huge gift. My boss, Denny, had been on our short list of prospects for Karen to fuck. We had always held off approaching him. Mixing work and play is not always the best idea. But, out of the blue, there he is fishing for a piece of my wife. I get to watch her fuck his brains out and I get the promotion. It sounded like one of those win-win deals to me.
My cock was stirring under the covers. Seeing Karen’s face all animated, as she was telling the story, told me she was all for it. Denny was famous for a couple things at the office. He was always banging his secretaries. And he walked around with a huge bulge in his pants. Half the employees thought he stuffed socks in his briefs. The other half thought he was hung like a mule. I was going to get the chance to find out for sure. A third win.
Karen said, “I’m going to set it up here. How does Saturday sound?”
That was my lady, always ready for the next sexual adverture. “Saturday sounds like a great idea to me.”
She cupped those sweet tits of hers and smiled. “How about a little sixty nine action to seal the deal?”
I whipped back the covers. My hardening cock twitched a couple of times. “I’m way ahead of you there, babe!”
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At first, Denny had pressed for a rendezvous in a motel. Karen convinced him our house would be better. I told everyone at the office about my plans for the weekend, out of town by myself. Word travels fast where I work. Sure enough, Denny stopped by my office. I gave him my story about visiting my mother. He grinned when I said Karen never went with me. I couldn’t help but glance at his package when he stood in front of my desk. I was thinking ‘truth time for the big bulge’ as he walked out.
Denny never mentioned a thing about meeting Karen for lunch. That was no surprise. He was a dedicated skirt chaser. I wasn’t surprised that he would use something like a promotion to get into Karen’s panties. Guys like Denny will use anything and everything to get some strange tail. None of us in the company would ever forget the famous Christmas party incident.
Our company party was held at one the better local hotels. We were a big group when all the divisions attended the same party. Denny had taken a room before the party started. About an hour into it he disappeared along with his new secretary. She was a beautiful little redhead with a set of tits we all ogled, around the office. They came back to the party after forty-five minutes. The poor girl could hardly walk. She looked like she had been fucked by an entire pro football team. That little episode was the talk of the office for months. And Denny left the same party later with another young lady from accounting. His reputation as a stud was made after that.
Friday night, Karen and I talked over out plan. She was to be sure to get him up to our bedroom. I had a video tape camera and spy hole between our bedroom mirror and the closet in the guest room. The mirror looked like any other. But it was actually a one way mirror allowing me a great view of our kingsize bed. The mirror had been expensive. When we first started with Karen fucking other guys, I tried other ways. Hiding in the closet, looking out through the louvered door gave me a real limited view.
Our set up in the closet worked great. I could see the bed through a two foot square in back of the mirror. And I had another, smaller cutout, for a video camera. I had a remote microphone hidden on the dresser under the mirror. Karen and I had some great sex after reviewing those tapes. It was almost as good as watching the action in real life.
Having a tape of Karen and Denny going at it would also give me some insurance. If he tried to back out of giving me the promotion, I had leverage. I really didn’t think it would come to that, but it didn’t hurt to have the tape. The only way things could go wrong was if Karen couldn’t get him to the bedroom. She had always managed before.
Saturday morning I caught Karen coming out of the shower, “Hey lover, you look fabulous.”
She did a slow spin around and smiled, “You think Denny will be saying that?”
“That and a lot more. You’ve seen the way he undresses you with his eyes every time you see him. You remember what his secretary looked like when she came back to the party?”
Karen put her hands on her hips. She looked defiant. “Well, this lady gives as good as she gets. Denny is going to find out, he’s in bed with a wildcat.”
I whistled and said, “That’s my lady. Don’t forget to smile for the camera.”
She turned her back and stretched her towel under her cute little bare ass. I wanted to grab her wet hair and pull her head back for a kiss. But I knew I had to contain myself. The show I was expecting from Denny and my beautiful wife was yet to come.
An hour later I was in the bedroom. I made sure the little ceiling lights were pointed down at the bed. The curtains were closed tight. I heard the doorbell. Karen leaned into the doorway, “It’s showtime, Rick.”
I nodded and smiled. She went downstairs while I walked to my closet observation post. Everything was ready. Karen and I had worked out how she was going to play things. Denny was the boss, looking to trade a promotion for the opportunity to fuck Karen. She was going to act like she was making a big sacrifice to further my career. We were both confident the action would go from there.
Ten minutes passed. They hadn’t made it to the bedroom. Another ten minutes went by with still no sign of them. I was getting worried that Denny had started the action downstairs. Just when I was about to go looking, Karen walked through the bedroom door. Denny was right behind. They both held wine glasses, half full of red. I smiled to myself and started the video camera. I put in my little earpiece connected to the microphone in the room.
I could hear them as well as I could see them through the glass. Denny motioned with his wineglass and said, “You like it with the lights on.”
