My Wife's New Boss

Part 2 Recap:

Heather barely manages to resist Nick's advances, which makes him want her even more. It also makes him set his sights on me, and he comes up with a plan to deal with us both. He invites us to spend our anniversary weekend at his beach house with him and his brother, Brad, who has a kink about sexually dominating straight men. During a frightful confrontation with police, Nick reveals to me his intention to try one more time to seduce Heather this weekend. He tells me I am not to interfere or else he will frame me for a crime I didn't commit.

I had my first cause for concern when I came home the following afternoon. I had left work early that day as Heather and I had planned so we could leave in time to get to the cottage by 6 p.m. I found her standing in the bathroom in front of the sink and mirror in nothing but her underwear. It was my favorite set, the one I told her was the sexiest she owned: a light pink bra with matching panties adorned with lacy trim, both with a tiny feminine bow in the center. She had obviously just taken a bath - her legs were freshly shaved, her body glistened with moisture, and I could smell the intoxicating combination of feminine scents from her shampoo, deodorant, and perfume - and had opened the door to let the steam out.

It always excited me to see her this way, with so much of her beautiful body on full display - her long, shapely legs; her lovely rounded butt, which the delicate pink fabric of her panties was clinging tantalizingly to; her hourglass figure with her wide hips exactly the width of her shoulders and wonderfullycurved waist; the smooth, buttery skin of her back entirely exposed except for the thin straps of her bra; her adorable, delightfully placed freckles; and, from the reflection in the mirror, I could see her flat tummy with her cute little belly button and her generous breasts bulging against her bra cups, practically overflowing and pushed up spectacularly.

Within seconds, though, a few details I noticed had me concerned. For one thing, hanging next to the vanity was a dress I had never seen before. It was pink, the same shade as her underwear, and it was sleeveless and short - so short, in fact, that it would barely reach halfway to her knee. I knew she would look very sexy in it. It was obviously what she planned to wear to the cottage, and this surprised me. I expected her to wear something much more casual, like she would normally wear to an outing such as this - a simple pair of shorts and a tank top over her swimsuit, for example. After all, she knew I was planning just to wear my swim shorts and a T-shirt since I assumed we might be doing at least some swimming that first day. I never expected her to want to be this dressed up.

And then I noticed she had styled her long brown hair the way I always said looked the best on her, which I knew would have taken at least an hour. She normally saved that for very special occasions. And then I also noticed her fingernails and toenails filed to perfection and painted pink to match her underwear and dress, which I knew must have taken another hour at least. And now, she was working on her make-up with meticulous care, more so than usual. I was used to her putting a lot of time and attention into her appearance since she started working as Nick's secretary - it was just a necessary part of the job, I had always told myself - but this was far beyond her normal routine. It must have taken her most of the day.

"Hi, honey," she said cheerfully as I entered.

"New dress?" I asked, trying to mask my concern.

"Yeah," she replied nonchalantly, leaning in close to the mirror and continuing to work on her eyelashes. "I needed something like that, so I ordered it a few days ago."

I nodded. "I expected you just to wear a pair of shorts and shirt over your swimsuit," I replied, still trying to hide my apprehension.

"I was going to, but I'm not even sure if I'll be swimming tonight," she said, as if this was an adequate explanation for why she would feel the need to be so dressed up.

I nodded again, still unsatisfied, and decided to let it go at that to avoid arousing suspicion.

"By the way," she added with a playful expression on her face, "your package came today."

I knew what she was referring to - the lingerie I had ordered earlier in the week. It was a light blue corset bustier with garters and a matching thong and black thigh-high stockings topped with lacy trim, the kind of thing I had only ever dreamed of seeing her in. Until yesterday, I couldn't wait for her to wear it for me - in fact, I had been planning to have her put it on for me later today when we eventually retired to our room for the night - but now, any excitement I might have had about that was gone. Ever since yesterday, all I could think about was what Nick intended to do this weekend - or at least, what he intended to

try

to do. And, although I had continued to reassure myself that Heather would never do something like that, it was extremely concerning to me that she was putting so much time and effort into her appearance. I didn't have to wonder why, either, because I was pretty sure I knew exactly what was going on.

You see, I have always had a keen understanding of the female brain. I knew how it worked. I knew how any woman would be extremely attracted to Nick. And I knew the feminine subconscious was capable of guiding a woman's thoughts, feelings, and decision-making process in such a way as to maximize their chances of winning the attention of the most attractive men when they are ovulating. It was scientifically proven. A woman would just so happen to decide to dress more provocatively and find herself more concerned about looking sexy and desirable when she was ovulating. And then she would just so happen to develop an irresistible urge to go dancing or bar-hopping or to any other place where there would be lots of good-looking guys eager to score. In my experience, women weren't even aware of this about themselves, and the female brain was very good at hiding it. They wouldn't think to themselves, "Gee, I'm ovulating, and I want to get fucked and impregnated by the hottest guy possible, so I'm going to make myself look as sexy as I can and hit the clubs." They would just think, "Gee, I would feel really good wearing that sexy new dress, and it would be so much fun to go out dancing tonight." And they would believe it.

I understood this all too well, and I knew that, based on when Heather had her period last, she would probably be ovulating any day. Therefore, she was at her most fertile, and at her most susceptible to the lure of a man like Nick. I knew it was very possible that Heather's own subconscious mind was aware that she would be in the presence of an extremely desirable man this weekend and it was nudging her to want to look as good as she could for him, though she might not even be aware of it.

As hard as this was to accept, I knew it might be true. Heather might be my wife, but she is still a woman, and she isn't immune to these biological mechanics that have been produced by millions of years of Darwinian sexual selection. The excitement I felt earlier in the week that this trip just so happened to align with this part of her cycle was replaced with abject uneasiness. But I once again tried to reassure myself. Sure, she might find herself attracted to Nick. And sure, her subconscious mind might be subtly guiding her to want her to look good for him. But that doesn't mean she is going to sleep with him. Even if she is biologically hard-wired to

want

to, she wouldn't do it, certainly not with me right there - especially considering she had held out on him all this time.

Not wanting to let on that anything was amiss, I placed my hand on her butt, enjoying a momentary thrill at the smooth feel of the delicate fabric above the soft curve of her bottom. "Your hair looks great," I said. She smiled at me appreciatively and then got back to work on her eyelashes.

I finished packing the rest of our things and waited for her, trying to contain my trepidation. It was another half hour before Heather finally emerged from the bathroom, looking alarmingly stunning and just as pretty as I thought she would in the new pink dress. It was held up by straps that were just wide enough to conceal those of her bra, and the fabric clung tightly to her bust and waist before fanning out into a skirt that accentuated her feminine hour-glass figure. The neckline was low enough to reveal an enticing amount of cleavage, enhanced as it was by her bra. She needed my help zipping it up, and I couldn't resist the urge to place my hands on her waist, pull her into me, and give her neck a kiss. I allowed the hardness of my rapidly growing arousal to poke against her butt, wanting her to experience first-hand my appreciation of her and how much she excited me.

"I love you, baby," I said.

"Aww, I love you, too," she responded warmly, leaning her head into me as my lips brushed against her neck.

After we left the apartment, my feelings of apprehension continued to build with every mile that brought us closer to the cottage, though I didn't have to try very hard to conceal it. Heather didn't seem to notice. Just like yesterday, she seemed too excited to notice anything. We arrived right at 6 p.m. and Nick came out to greet us. It was very difficult trying to hide my hatred and fear of him when he offered me his hand to shake and we were officially introduced for the very first time. I found myself even more intimidated and threatened by him than I thought I would be from the pictures I had seen of him online. He was much taller than me and, as much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was obviously much better-looking than me, too. Also - from the way his T-shirt was straining against his arms and torso and the look of his thick, hairy calves - it was obvious that he was in very good shape and worked out a lot. I was dreading having to be shirtless with him when we inevitably ended up swimming, since Heather would be able to compare and contrast my physique with his. If that wasn't bad enough, he also carried himself with seemingly limitless confidence, charm, and charisma.

I carried our bags as Nick led us into the house and left them in the bedroom that Heather and I would be sharing. It was big and comfortably furnished with its own bathroom, and one side was dominated by a big-screen television mounted to the wall which was secured behind a plexiglass enclosure. This seemed a little strange, and I could only guess the house had been rented out in the past and the enclosure was to protect it from damage caused by children or intoxicated guests.

Before I had a chance to say anything about it, we were ushered out and introduced to Nick's brother Brad, who was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. Like Nick, Brad was several inches taller than I was. He was also jacked, even more so than his brother, with his T-shirt clinging tightly to the huge, powerful muscles of his arms and shoulders and chest. Like Nick, I suspected that women would probably find him extremely handsome and attractive, and I found myself just as threatened by him as I was of his brother.

Nick proceeded to give us a tour of the property. We began in the spacious living room which led to the porch that overlooked the water. It also led to both of the cottage's two big bedrooms, each of which had its own adjoining bathroom. One bedroom would be occupied by Heather and I, and the other would be occupied by Nick and Brad. However, there was only one bed in each room, king size though it was, and it seemed strange to me that the brothers would be sharing a bed. We exited to the porch where Heather appreciated the view for a moment. Off to the side of the house under an enclosure was the hot tub. There was also a staircase there which led down to the water. The house was positioned right above a drop and it was rocky down below, and this was near where the dock and boathouse were located, which was occupied by Nick's impressive motor boat. The boathouse also had a little living area inside with a couch and coffee table and refrigerator. Beyond the boathouse was a section of shoreline that was sandy and well-maintained with some beach chairs and umbrellas already set up. Normally, this would have been the most amazing place to spend the weekend, but any excitement I might have had about the accommodations was drowned out by the uneasiness I was feeling due to Nick's presence.

I had my second cause for concern right after we arrived at the cottage as Nick began showing us around. To my dismay, Nick began flirting with Heather, relentlessly, right in front of me, from the very start. I couldn't

believe

how much he was flirting with her, and how blatant it was. It became so blatant that, in the corner of my eye at one point, I observed Heather glancing at me after one of Nick's more overtly flirtatious comments, as if to see if I noticed or how I would react. And I, of course, couldn't react at all. I just had to stand there and let it happen and pretend I was oblivious to it.

To my even greater dismay, Nick was also touching her every chance he got. Right at the start, he had placed his hand on her waist while telling her how lovely she looked - ostensibly to feel the material of her dress, but he lingered in a way I found to be very threatening. And all throughout the tour, he would place his hand on the small of her back to guide her, and playfully bat at her while making a joke at her expense, or briefly graze her arm or shoulder as they talked.

All of this was happening right in front of me, and I couldn't help but notice how Heather seemed to be eating it all up. She seemed to be adoring the attention she was getting from him. I had never seen her this cheerful and bubbly before, and she had a constant smile plastered on her face from the minute we got here. She also didn't seem to have any qualms about Nick flirting with her like this in my presence, at least not if I wasn't going to lodge any kind of an objection.

The worst of it was when I decided to put my arm around Heather and started running my fingertips along the skin of her back at one point - as if to lay claim to her, as if to remind Nick who she belonged to, and to remind Heather of who she's married to. And, to my chagrin, Heather shrugged me away. "Not here," she whispered. That stung. So, here at his cottage, Nick could touch her, but I couldn't.

The meal Brad had prepared was delicious, but any appetite I might have had was long gone as Nick's constant flirting continued all throughout dinner. He seemed to have planned the seating arrangements perfectly so he was very close to Heather, and I was separated enough from them to have to struggle to participate in their conversations. For them, it was like I wasn't even there for the most part. They continued to talk and joke all during the meal, and Nick had her giggling constantly at inside jokes or engrossed in his dramatic stories. I even caught Heather absent-mindedly playing with her hair at one point, which I knew was a bad sign (for me anyway). I wondered if this was always how they got along, disturbed over the fact that she spent eight hours a day alone with him at the office

As for me, I was stuck right near Brad, and I began talking with him out of necessity. I didn't know if he was aware of what Nick had been planning for the weekend and what happened yesterday with the police - I couldn't imagine another person going along with such a nefarious plan - but I knew it was in my best interest to act natural and not to appear to be jealous or threatened by Nick in any way. I knew how unattractive that is, and I didn't want to appear unattractive in any way to Heather, especially being in the presence of these two bigger, stronger, better-looking guys. After a while, I realized I actually didn't mind talking to Brad - right from the start, we seemed to get along well.

There was talk of us going into the hot tub after we were done eating. I was already wearing my swim trunks so I didn't need to change, but Heather had to retire to our bedroom to put her bikini on. I caught Nick eyeballing her hungrily as she left the table, and I have to admit, I felt a little threatened to know she was going to be stripping off her dress and underwear on the other side of the wall near where he was seated. As soon as she had left, Brad got up and disappeared into the kitchen to begin the process of cleaning up, leaving me alone with Nick for the first time. I just stared down at my plate, as if to avoid drawing attention to myself. I could feel Nick's eyes on me and saw through my peripheral vision that he was staring at me with a smug look on his face.

"I have to say," Nick said after a moment, "it was very kind of you to offer to help Brad clean up while Heather and I go ahead to the hot tub."

Oh, no, I thought to myself as a jolt of dread swept through me. I hated the idea of Nick getting to be alone with Heather in the hot tub, so close and in such an intimate environment, with both of them down to just their swimsuits. But I knew I had no choice but to comply.

It was at that moment that Heather emerged from the bedroom looking painfully ravishing in her new cover-up. It was made of a white crocheted material, so it revealed practically everything underneath. Under that, her voluptuous, feminine body was covered only by one of her new bikinis - the baby blue one with a feminine bow in the middle of her breasts, which were pushed up perfectly.

Nick turned toward her and got to his feet, eyeballing her up and down, blatantly checking her out - right in front of me.

"Well, well, well," he said, obviously pleased at her appearance. "Is that my secretary?"

Heather giggled and looked away bashfully, clearly beaming at the attention.

"Turn around," Nick said, making a spinning motion with his hand to see the other side of her. I was mortified to see Heather comply without even hesitating, and she playfully spun around for him. On the other side, the cover-up plunged down to below where the bikini top was tied, leaving most of the smooth naked skin of her back exposed. I was extremely uncomfortable with how much of her precious skin Nick was seeing - not to mention her swimsuit bottom clinging so tightly to her barely concealed butt.

"You look incredible," Nick said, and Heather giggled once again, denying it. "By the way, it looks like it's just going to be you and me," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Your husband very kindly offered to help Brad clean up while we go on up ahead without him."

I had been desperately hoping that Heather would object to this and try to talk me into going with them, which would presumably give Nick no choice but to allow it. But I was severely disappointed. Instead, her face lit up. "That was nice of you!" she said to me. It occurred to me that she didn't seem to object at all. On the contrary, she seemed to be pleased at the notion of getting some one-on-one time with Nick in the hot tub.

"I already have my suit on, so I'm ready," Nick said.

What happened next gave me my greatest cause for concern yet. I just happened to be observing Heather's face as Nick peeled off his T-shirt, revealing his ripped upper body. I could see Heather's jaw drop as she saw his amazingly sculpted torso. It was like she couldn't help it. It was the first time she had ever seen him without his shirt on. She had always suspected he was well-built, which she could tell from how he filled his perfectly tailored suits. But she didn't know he was

this

well-built - broad, muscular shoulders; big, strong, bulging arms; thick, powerful, perfectly carved pecs with just the right amount of chest hair that contributed to an undeniable aura of virile masculinity; well-defined abs; and a narrow, tapered waist. He was big, but also lean, though there was enough vascularity to underscore his impressive strength while still allowing for a tiny bit of softness around the edges of his muscular bulk. I knew that, to any woman, Nick would be a hunk, a stud, in every definition of the word. I was horrified to see Heather's eyes crawl up and down his body, briefly enjoying the sight of him, until she seemed to reluctantly force her gaze back to his eyes before she could be caught in the act.