My Wife's New Boss

Part 1 Recap:

My wife of three years, Heather, aspires to be a housewife and quits her job with nothing else lined up. I want her to go back to work and convince her to apply for a secretarial position working for Nick Willard, an extremely rich and handsome attorney. Heather gets the job and can't help but feel extremely attracted to Nick. Unfortunately for me, he hired her with the intention of seducing her and transforming her into his own personal office sex slave.

It is important to note that Heather resisted Nick's advances at first, to her credit. I want people to understand that. She went to work for him and it was just as fun and exciting as she thought it would be. She loved doing things for him and catering to his needs and being praised by him for whatever it was that she did. She loved their playful banter and the way he could always make her laugh. She loved just looking at him and hearing him talk. She was having the time of her life.

And right from the start, Nick seemed to be flirting with her, a

lot

. He didn't seem to put any effort into hiding it. By getting to know other women in her building, she also found out pretty quickly that Nick was the type who liked to sleep around, so it seemed pretty obvious that he was interested in her for more than just her day-to-day work as his secretary. His flirting would often be accompanied by comments that were brimming with sexual innuendo, and overt suggestions that they spend some time together outside of the office. Sometimes, it was something potentially innocuous - "We should get a drink after work," for example. Other times, it was a little less subtle - "Let's do dinner at my place this weekend, just you and me, so we can ... get to know each other better." And occasionally, it was outright flagrant and blatant - "How about you and me go test the springs on the beds down at the Marriott?"

If it had been any other man, Heather would have been contemplating a sexual harassment lawsuit. But it was different coming from a man like Nick. Deep down inside, she

adored

this kind of attention from him - it made her feel special and desirable, and more wonderfully feminine than she had ever felt in her life. She also couldn't help but feel intrigued. It was obvious what Nick intended and where these encounters would lead to in the end, and she found herself

extremely

tempted to take him up on these offers. For one thing, Nick was the most attractive man she had ever encountered in her life, and it was obvious that he had a

really

good body hidden underneath that suit. Also, Nick's legendary sexual abilities was often a topic of conversation among the women Heather was befriending, which made her even more tempted. But she was married, and she took her vows extremely seriously, so she made the agonizing decision to stay faithful.

"I don't think my husband would like that," she would playfully respond. Or: "I would, but I'm married." And: "Would it be okay if my husband tagged along?"

Nick would respond just as playfully to her denials, with a smile and a wink, but inwardly, he was seething. He couldn't believe it. Never before had he been unsuccessful in seducing a woman until now. Never before had these tactics failed him. The most it had ever taken was two or three days, and here Heather was, holding out for an entire week, and then two. What's more, he suspected that she had been ovulating those first few days on the job when he first tried to get her to go out with him - it was like a sixth sense for him - which should have made it even easier to seduce her, especially considering the quality of the man she was married to.

Unfortunately for me, Heather's resistance to his advances made Nick want her even more, and all the more determined to conquer her in the end. It also made him set his sights on me, too. How

dare

her husband presume to possess something that Nick wanted? How

dare

her husband stand in Nick's way? That's the way Nick saw it. And he was going to get me back for making him wait. He was going to get revenge. After all, it was my fault - Heather was turning him down out of loyalty to me. Nick was determined to put us in our places - Heather as his eager submissive sex slave, and me as her humiliated cuckolded husband.

In hindsight, it would have been better for me if Heather had just slept with him right then and there when she had first started working for him. At least then I would have been happily ignorant of what was going on and I would have been spared the torment and emasculation and humiliation that was in store for me.

And so Nick went to work on a plan. He decided he was not only going to seduce Heather, but he was going to do it right in front of me. He knew exactly how he could pull it off, too. He knew how desperately Heather wanted him already - after all, what woman wouldn't? And he knew it would only take a little nudge to push her desires over the edge beyond the point where she could resist them. He only had to engineer the right circumstances.

Unfortunately for me, Nick shared the details with his brother, Brad, who was more than willing to help. It was Brad who urged him to expand this little operation to include a special little something for him as well. You see, Brad had the same insatiable sexual needs as Nick, but he had his own unique tastes. Unlike Nick, he liked both women

and

men, and he had always fantasized about forcing an unwilling straight man to do his sexual bidding. He would like it even better if his unlucky new captive was forced to dress as a woman while doing it - lingerie, make-up, high heels, a dress, the whole shebang. Needless to say, this was one fantasy he never got to act out in real life. But when Nick outlined his intentions, which included me being blackmailed into doing whatever I was told, Brad saw the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"Anything, huh?" Brad said. "Wouldn't it be funny if you were to take Heather as

your

sex slave while I take her husband as

my

sex slave?"

Still furious over the fact that Heather wouldn't sleep with him solely because of me, Nick was delighted by this idea. He loved the thought of tormenting and emasculating me in such a way and having all this fun at my expense. It would make his relationship with Heather all the more satisfying. His favorite thing was to sexually dominate married women, and he loved the notion of dominating their husbands too.

The first step was finding out when Heather would be ovulating next. Like I said, a woman is never more susceptible to the advances of a sexy, masculine man like Nick than when she is ovulating, and Nick wanted to leave nothing to chance. He suspected that this had happened around the time she first started working for him. It was almost like he could smell it on her. He could also tell from her mannerisms and the sound of her voice and the effort she had obviously put into her appearance during that time compared to later. This gave him an idea of when it would be, but he had no way of telling how long her cycle was, which was a key factor, and he needed to be certain. He could wait through another of her cycles and look for those unmistakable patterns and see how they lined up, but he was impatient and wanted the answer right away. So he decided to recruit Rebecca, one of the secretaries in an adjoining office suite who he slept with from time to time. He knew she was positively desperate for him and hopelessly in love with him, and therefore would do anything he asked.

"Hi, Nick," Rebecca said with a flirty smile as Nick meandered toward her desk.

"Hi, Rebecca," Nick responded warmly. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Anything," she said, intrigued. She hoped this "favor" would take place on the couch in Nick's infamously sound-proof office.

"You know the new girl, Heather?" Nick said. Rebecca nodded. "I need you to get some information from her."

She eyeballed him suspiciously. "What kind of information?"

"I need you to find out when her last period started, and how long her cycle usually is."

Rebecca looked appalled. Why on Earth would Nick want this information? And how would she get Heather to tell her this? "Why do you want to know that?" she asked incredulously.

"I have my reasons."

Rebecca knew she wasn't going to get anything more out of him. "Well, how would I get her to tell me that?"

Nick smiled mischievously. "I thought all you girls do is talk about your periods."

Rebecca glared at him. "We

are

capable of talking about other things, you know."

"How about this," Nick began, leaning in close. As always, being this close to Nick was making her dizzy and her heart race. The air around him was electrifying. God, what she wouldn't give for him to fuck her right here, right now, bent over her desk. The thought of that happening made her cheeks flush and left her feeling wet and tingly between her legs. "You know how some people think that women's cycles tend to line up when they live or work together? You could mention this, and tell her that new girls in the building sometimes throw yours off. And then you can say you're planning a vacation soon with your boyfriend, and you want to make sure you're not going to be having your period during it, so you just wanted to know what you might expect before you set the dates."

Rebecca mulled that over. It was a

very

weird thing to query another woman about, especially one she didn't know all that well, although she supposed that made

some

sense. But she wasn't sure how much she wanted to help Nick with this. She wasn't sure what he was up to, though she suspected it had something to do with getting Heather into bed with him, and Rebecca wasn't exactly excited about the prospect of another woman competing for Nick's attention. There were enough of those already.

Despite that, though, her desire to please Nick and do whatever he wanted her to do would always win out in the end.

"What's in it for me?" she asked.

Nick paused for a moment, as if trying to think of something good to offer her in exchange. And then he put his offer on the table. "I'll let you suck my dick."

Rebecca looked at him dismissively, thinking at first that he was joking. But the look on his face told her that he wasn't joking. He was serious. That really

was

what he was offering. She felt a momentary surge of indignation. The gall of this man! He's seriously asking her to do him a favor like this and all he's offering is to let her suck his dick?

But then again, such was Nick's desirability that the thought of going down on him was

really

good to her, and she instantly became more and more tempted by his offer. This is

Nick

we're talking about here, she thought to herself - the hottest guy walking the face of the planet. The thought of submitting to him and pleasuring him like that was incredibly appealing. Having the opportunity to suck his dick was a privilege - one she would never be able to turn down. Also, she had only ever slept with him a few times and had never given him a blowjob. Maybe if she did a really good job, he'd want her around more frequently, which she wanted more than anything else in the world.

"Fine," she said, then looked at him amorously. "But I get to make out with you and warm you up first."

"Of course," Nick said, responding with his amorous smile.

Rebecca returned to him later in the day with exactly what he was looking for. With those two pieces of information, it was an easy matter to calculate exactly when Heather would most likely be ovulating next, and it just so happened to coincide perfectly with the coming three-day weekend. Rebecca, of course, got what she had been promised, and eagerly dropped to her knees in front of Nick after spending a few blissful minutes in his arms kissing him first. She unleashed all of her artistry and experience, taking him balls deep down her throat, and she took her time and savored it before gratefully swallowing every drop of his hot, thick, gooey load.

It was Brad who took care of the next piece of the puzzle, finding the perfect location where this would all go down: a two-bedroom cottage along the beach with a beautiful view of the water and a boathouse and outdoor hot tub. Best of all, the house was positioned so that the windows of one of the bedrooms opened to a 30-foot drop onto jagged rocks. With the fire escape removed and a strong enough lock on the bedroom door, someone in that room would have no way out. Nick decided to make an offer the owner couldn't refuse and then he'd add that to his inventory of properties, and they would have just enough time to make the necessary adjustments and modifications needed to put their plan into action.

The final piece would be an easy one: getting Heather and me to agree to spend the weekend there with Nick and his brother. Nick wasn't worried about that in the slightest. He knew there was no way Heather would turn him down and, even if her husband wasn't wild about the idea, Nick knew she would find some way to convince him. Heather was always eager to please Nick and do whatever it was that he wanted her to do, and he knew that, with the intense crush on him that he knew she had, the thought of spending the weekend with him - even if her husband was there with her - would be too enticing to deny. This was especially true since her sex drive and her desire for him would be ramping up over the next few days, based on where she was in her cycle.

"Got any plans this weekend?" Nick asked her at work on Monday.

"Not really," Heather said, feeling a sudden surge of excitement. She had found herself even more attracted to Nick than normal these last few days and suspected that he was about to ask her to go out with him again. But then again, she also knew she would have to turn him down out of loyalty to her husband, painful as that was. "But Friday is our anniversary, so we'll probably go out to dinner at some point."

Nick loved the irony in that, though he masked his pleasure at this unexpected revelation.

"I have a great idea of how you two can celebrate," he said. "My brother and I are going to be spending the weekend at my beach house, and I'd like you and your husband to join us."

This caught Heather completely by surprise. The thought of spending time with Nick outside the office was incredibly appealing, and this was the first time he had ever asked her to go out with her husband as well. Every other time, it would have been just her and him, the implications obvious, making it an offer she couldn't accept no matter how desperately she wanted to deep down inside. But her husband going would make all the difference in the world. That would make it okay.

"I've got a boat, a jet ski, a hot tub, a dock for fishing," Nick continued "It'll be fun. I also have a feeling your husband is just going to

love

my brother." He paused, giving her one of his irresistible smiles. "And I think it would be good for you and I to kick back a bit and ... get to know each other better."

Nick of course meant this in far different terms than she suspected - what he had in mind was getting to know every inch of her body, and just how hard she can take it up the ass, and how many times they could make each other cum in a single day - but Heather couldn't think of anything in the world that sounded better than all this.

"That sounds great!" she said enthusiastically. "I'll talk to my husband and let you know tomorrow."

"Sounds good," Nick said.

Heather filled me in the second I got home from work. She was clearly excited. "It will be so amazing - it's right on the beach, and he has a boat, which I bet he'll let you drive. I know how you've always wanted to drive a boat. And he has a jet ski. Haven't you always dreamed of riding a jet ski? Oh, and there's a hot tub, too!"

I was skeptical. Sure, it sounded like a great place to spend a warm, sunny weekend, but I didn't know either of these guys. Plus, I was looking forward to getting laid on Friday. It was our anniversary, so I knew there was almost no way Heather would be able to reject me. I was counting on it happening after taking her out to dinner, and this could get in the way of that. Also, I couldn't imagine it was something Heather really wanted to do. After all, who wants to spend time with their boss outside of work? I figured I'd be doing her a favor by giving her an excuse not to go.

"It would just be you and me, and your boss and his brother?" I asked.

Heather nodded.

"That sounds like it would be ... kind of awkward."

Based on the expression on Heather's face, I had the vague impression for a split second that she was disappointed with my response, and that she wanted to convince me, but she didn't want to

seem

like she was trying to convince me.

"I don't think so," she said optimistically.

"Plus it's our anniversary, and I figured we'd go out to eat on Friday, and there's stuff I want to get done around the apartment," I said, making up my mind. "Just make up some excuse - say we have to go to a funeral or something."

Heather wasn't ready to give up. She wanted to go - she wanted to go

bad

. And she would do whatever it took to convince me. Once again, it was her subconscious feminine mind at work. Her subconscious mind wanted her to be in Nick's presence as much as possible, especially in the type of setting associated with revealing swimsuits and an overnight stay. Heather wasn't aware of it, of course. She didn't think anything of the fact that she wanted to go so bad - after all, it sounded like it would be a lot of fun, and it would obviously please her boss, the man who pays her salary, and it's never a bad idea to make your boss happy.

And so Heather was determined to convince me. And she knew me well enough to know exactly what card to play.

"Wow, I'm surprised you're turning this down," she said, a look of surprised amusement on her face. "You and me ... at the beach ... me in a bikini all weekend ... on our anniversary no less ..." She flashed me a naughty smile. "I can't imagine a better environment for you to get laid. I'm surprised you can turn down that much sex."

I felt a sudden, unexpected surge of excitement which must have been written all over my face. She began moving in closer to me, looking at me amorously.

"Plus, I'd need to get some new swimsuits, and I was thinking you could help me pick them out ... try them on ..."

At this, Heather put her arms around my neck, her face right up against mine, looking like she wanted to devour me.

"I was also thinking," she went on, speaking to me seductively, almost in a whisper, "I could bring all those ... special outfits that you always want me to wear." She was obviously referring to all the sexy lingerie I had bought her for occasions like Valentine's Day and previous wedding anniversaries, which she always refused to wear, supposedly because she was too self-conscious or felt silly. She had been willing to wear them once out of a sense of obligation, but never seemed happy about it and she always scoffed at the notion of wearing them again, no matter how much I wanted her to. "Maybe you can even buy me something

extra

special to wear for you, as your anniversary present to me - and then, trust me, you're just going to

love

what I have in mind for you afterwards."

She had me at the thought of her being in a bikini all weekend.

"On second thought," I said with a smile, "this sounds like it would be a lot of fun."

Heather's face lit up and she smiled at me in a way she hadn't smiled in a long time, and then she kissed me, hard. We ended up making love right then and there, and it was one of the best encounters we've had in months.