Naive Asian Couple Meets Boss

I don't know how it happened.

One second I was just trying to open the company calendar app, standing awkwardly beside by white boss Andrew's towering frame as he scrolled through something on the big touchscreen. The next second--bam--my chubby Asian fingers slipped, and my phone screen lit up bright and full, for both of us to see.

A photo. The photo. It filled the screen with color and warmth--my favorite vacation memory, taken on a sun-drenched beach in Phuket last spring. My wife, Yujin, stood barefoot in the sand, her petite frame wrapped in a soft pink bikini that clung sweetly to her curves, her long silky hair tossed slightly by the sea breeze. Her delicate smile, shy yet radiant, was everything I loved about her. Beside her, her younger sister Suri flashed a bolder grin, her electric blue string bikini more daring, her pose more teasing--one leg bent slightly, one hand on her hip, sunglasses propped up in her long black hair. Together they looked like something out of a music video: effortless, feminine, stunning.

I scrambled to lock my phone, cheeks flushing hot. But Andrew had already seen.

He let out a low whistle, crossing his thick arms over his chest. "Damn," he muttered, the corners of his lips curling into a cocky smirk. "That your wife on the left?"

I nodded slowly, dreading the turn this was taking. He leaned down slightly, eyes still on the image as if savoring it.

"She's gorgeous, man. And that little sister of hers? They look just like some slutty Asian pornstars haha!" He let out a short laugh. "Whew. How'd a nerdy guy like you end up with someone like that?"

I swallowed hard, managing a nervous chuckle. "Uh, we met in college. She... she liked how I made her laugh."

Andrew nodded thoughtfully, still eyeing me sideways, like he was trying to figure me out. Then he asked it, just loud enough to make me wish the floor would open beneath me.

"So... what's the passion like, huh?" He nudged me playfully with his elbow. "That girl looks like she could burn a guy alive with those eyes. She probably takes lots of strength to please in bed."

I froze. Then I said it.

"I--I mean, she's great. Just... y'know, we've always been close, but not in that way. Not really. Even our wedding night was... quiet."

He blinked. "Wait, nothing happened?"

I shook my head, biting my lip. There was a pause.

Andrew grinned wide. "Man, you really are something else," he said, with that annoying alpha drawl of his. "A girl like that, and no fire? Not even once? I guess it is true what they say that Asian guys always finish last."

I looked away. My ears were burning. He slapped my back like we were old friends. "You should bring her by sometime. I'd love to meet the sexy Yujin alone in person."

And with that, he turned back to the screen like it was nothing. But I knew the conversation wasn't over. Not really.

I was still trying to act like nothing happened, fumbling with my phone, when I noticed Andrew's eyes flicker--like he'd just had a revelation. His smirk deepened, and before I could even guess what he was thinking, he reached out and took my phone right out of my hands.

"Hey--" I started, but his look silenced me. That lazy grin. That confidence. That weird, charming arrogance. He didn't ask. He just started swiping on my phone!

"Cute wife," he said casually, scrolling through my gallery like it was his own. "Cute sister, too. What are their names again?"

I mumbled them. My palms were sweating now.

Then he did something I never saw coming. He flicked to my contacts and opened her name--my wife's. I watched in slow motion as his thumbs started flying over the screen. Messaging her. Pretending to be me.

"Hey babe. Boss Andrew just told me about this amazing BnB cabin deep in the woods. He and I are gonna check it out first and then send a taxi to pick you up. Bring your sister too--it'll be fun. I think it'll be good for us. I also gave your number to Andrew. Be nice, yeah? He's super cool. I'm hoping this might help with a promotion 😅 Love you ❤️"

He pressed send. I was frozen. Then he looked at me, tossed the phone back like it was a joke between bros, and chuckled. I smiled nervously, watching Andrew laugh at his own joke -- one I barely understood. He clapped me on the back like an old friend.

"You trust me, right?" he said, his voice low, friendly.

"Of course," I said quickly. "You're... kind of like a mentor."

He grinned wider. "Then don't worry about a thing."

And I didn't. Not when he asked to borrow my phone. Not when he sent the taxi. I thought he was helping us reconnect.

"Relax," he said, his voice low but amused. "You said it yourself--no passion, right? This'll help her get that back. Trust me, man. I'm your boss. I know what I'm doing."

He winked.I sat there, my stomach twisted into a knot, unsure whether to scream, cry... or say thank you.

The message from my husband popped up just as I was folding laundry.

"Hey babe. Boss Andrew just told me about this amazing BnB cabin deep in the woods..."

I read it twice, then again. I tilted my head, squinting at the part about Andrew. He had found the cabin? He was sending a taxi? And my husband had given him my number? I bit my lip.

I remembered Andrew from the last time I visited the office--when I brought that homemade bento box and the boys all laughed at how "cute and oriental" it was. But Andrew didn't laugh. He just looked at me. That look--kind of like a predator, kind of slow, like he was imagining things I didn't quite wanted to dare to dream about.

Tall. Broad shoulders. His shirt too tight for those muscles. And his voice--deep, confident, a little too relaxed. I always had a thing for white guys with blue eyes. I didn't forget him. I smiled to myself, fingers hovering over my phone.

"Oh... this is unexpected," Yujin thought, reading the message.

Her sister peeked over her shoulder.

"Looks like your husband and his boss have something special planned," Suri teased.

Yujin bit her lip. "He never plans things like this... but if his boss helped him, maybe it's a nice surprise?"

Yujin: "This sounds... interesting 😳 That cabin idea is kind of romantic. Your boss seems like fun. You two already there?"

Husband: "We will go there soon." She stared at the screen. She felt flattered. Confused. Excited.

And she replied, politely: "Okay! I will bring my sister. Thank you, honey!"

Not even two minutes later, another message came--this time from a number I didn't recognize. No profile picture. Then the name popped up: Andrew.

Andrew: "Hey Yujin. Just wanted to let you know I've prepared a little surprise for your husband. A delivery is on the way to you--couple of outfits I picked out myself. Hope you don't mind daring. Wear something wild when the taxi picks you up 😉 See you at the cabin."

My heart jumped. I didn't reply. I just stared at the screen. Daring outfits? Picked by Andrew? Before I could overthink it, I switched over to my sister's chat. She always knew what to say.

Yujin: "Hey. This is going to sound crazy but... hubby's boss wants us to go to some BnB in the woods. He's already there with him. And he sent clothes for us to wear. Like... sexy clothes. What even is this??"

Suri's reply came instantly.

Suri: "OMG finally your life is getting interesting 😍 And this is the hot boss you told me about? Girl. Say YES. Tell him we'll come and tell him we're bringing some Chinese liquor. You need this. We need this. I've got heels that'll melt the snow."

I sighed. But I was smiling now. She added another message with a gif of two girls popping champagne in slow motion.

Suri: "Seriously. Let's party. Your hubby wants to impress his boss and wants to use you? Let's make him see what we really are 😏"

I glanced at the clock. Three hours, huh? I stood up, heartbeat quickening, and walked to the door--just as the buzzer rang. The package had arrived.

The Chinese husband:

I should've known something was off when the car dropped us at the edge of a frozen lake and Andrew clapped a heavy hand on my back.

"Alright, rice worker. You get the kitchen hut," he said cheerfully, nodding toward a tiny wooden structure across the narrow lake. "We'll take the main cabin. It's better this way--more space, more privacy. You're gonna make us food tonight, dimsum chef."

He was already grinning before I could speak. I nodded like I understood. My bag was still slung awkwardly over one shoulder, but he didn't wait. Just turned and walked toward the large, modern cabin nestled between tall pine trees, the windows glowing golden in the fading light.

So, I did what I was told. The hut was... rustic. More like a toolshed with a stove. No insulation. One bed, barely wide enough for me, and a bunch of cast iron pans. Andrew had delivered groceries on the counter--steaks, scallops, fresh greens, expensive wine.

"Cook something impressive," the note read. I rolled up my sleeves.

An hour passed. Then two. Smoke clung to my sweater. My forehead was slick. My back ached. But I was almost done--food on large platters set, wine breathing, last scallop sizzling--when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel outside. I stepped out into the cold and froze. The taxi door opened, and there she was.

Yujin. My wife, the same girl who once blushed just holding hands in public, now stepped carefully onto the snowy driveway in strappy nude heels that shimmered in the twilight. Her clothes--if you could call it that--was a jeans miniskirt and a tiny top, clinging to every curve like it had been tailored for sin. Thin straps crossed over her shoulders, a plunging neckline revealing more than I'd ever seen her show. Her hair was curled softly, lips painted glossy pink.

And then came Suri.

She wore something even bolder--a slinky black leather jacket that left her belly nude and leather hot pants that left very little else to the imagination, her long legs clad in stockings glowing under the moonlight, her dark lipstick sharp as fire. She laughed loudly, tossed her hair, pulling a small bottle of tequila from her purse.

Andrew was already walking toward them. He didn't hesitate--just wrapped each of them in a hug, strong and close, like they were old friends. His big hands rested on the smalls of their backs as they leaned into him, giggling, the heels clicking on the deck as he led them toward the door of the main cabin.

They didn't even look back. And yet... I smiled. Not a big smile, but a strange, warm one. Yujin deserved something different. Something wild. Something she might remember for the rest of her life. If this was what it took to light that spark in her again...Maybe this was okay. Maybe I was proud.

I was just preparing the final dish--seared scallops with herb butter--when the radio in the kitchen crackled to life.

"Dinner's ready, rice boy?" Andrew's voice was smooth, almost cheerful.

"Yes, sir," I replied, wiping my hands nervously.

"Great. Bring it over. Hurry your little chubby gook legs. I've got something special for you here to keep you occupied tonight."

I wrapped the plates, stacked the tray, and made the walk across the narrow frozen bridge toward the glowing luxury cabin. The snow crunched beneath my boots. My heart beat faster with every step.

Inside, the warmth hit like a blanket. The fire was roaring, music playing softly. The air smelled of perfume and something else--wine, maybe. Vanilla. Yujin and Suri weren't in sight.

Andrew met me in the entryway, already grinning, shirt unbuttoned halfway, sleeves rolled up. "What took you so long. Set it down," he said, motioning casually toward the kitchen island.

I obeyed. When I turned back around, he was holding a small glass of something amber-colored. "You'll drink this, peasant," he said. "Special house blend. Make you almost unable to move and make sure you don't get any ideas to interrupt all the fun I will have with the two Asian sluts in the next room."

I hesitated. Just for a second. Was I really gonna let my boss have his way with my wife? But I took the glass. The scent was warm and woody--scotch, maybe. I took a sip and then drank all of it. It hit fast. Not hard--but smooth. Like my limbs forgot what they were supposed to do. My knees gave out a little. My fingers buzzed. I blinked.

"You done?" Andrew asked with a smirk. "You look relaxed."

I opened my mouth to answer, but my voice felt... slow.

"Perfect," Andrew said, and pushed me roughly toward a plush armchair in a dark upstairs corner facing the living room. A pair of soft headphones were already resting on the arms. "Sit down chink. This is the fun part. You trust me, right?"

I nodded sluggishly. I wasn't scared. Not really. Just confused. But beneath that... curious. He slipped the headphones on my head, pressed play. Smooth jazz. Low and slow. Then the lights dimmed. And from the hallway, they appeared. Yujin and Suri.

Laughing softly, holding hands, dressed in those same daring outfits--short, tight, shimmering in the firelight. I could just barely hear them through the music, and I watched.

Watched as Andrew stepped behind them and said something that made both women blush and smile. Watched as his hands landed gently on their hips. I should've stood. I should've said something. But I didn't. I just watched.

Yujin:

I don't remember when I stopped thinking about my husband. At first, I glanced at him now and then--over in that chair, headphones on, just... sitting. I figured Andrew was teasing him, some weird joke between men. But as the wine went down and the warmth spread through my chest, I started to forget he was even there.

Andrew's eyes made that easy. He sat across from me at the rustic wood table, a glass of deep red in one hand, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the start of something carved. The fire danced behind him, painting everything gold.

Suri sat beside me, sexy long legs crossed, her arm casually resting on the back of my chair. She looked gorgeous, wild. But Andrew kept his gaze mostly on me.

"You're glowing," he said, smiling. "Your husband's a lucky man."

I blushed instinctively, but something in me fluttered. "He... doesn't really notice."

Andrew leaned forward, pouring me another glass. "He should. He will. Especially tonight."

His voice was low and rough--so different from the quiet, awkward tones I was used to. I bit my lip and sipped. It tasted like dark fruit and danger.

When Suri giggled at something he said, tossing her hair, he turned to her with a wink, then back to me. His attention moved like a current. Warm. Powerful.

The food was incredible. He served me first, like a gentleman, then poured Suri's wine. My husband had cooked, but Andrew made me feel like I was dining in a private world made just for us.

Then came the teasing. "You know," Andrew said, his voice silky, "your man there asked to stay in the hut. Said he didn't want to get in the way of your fun."

I laughed. Not kindly. "Really?" I said, swirling the wine in my glass. "That sounds like him."

Andrew smirked. "Don't worry. I'll keep you entertained."

The music played softly, and my fingers touched the stem of my glass over and over. I wasn't thinking straight, not exactly. But I knew what I felt. I liked the way Andrew looked at me like I was... mine again. Not just someone's shy little wife. When Suri leaned in to whisper something bold in my ear, I laughed louder than I meant to. I didn't know where the night was going. But I didn't want to stop it.

Andrew:

I could tell the asian sluts were both soft now--eyes a little hazy from the wine, cheeks glowing red from the firelight and the little compliments I'd been feeding them all evening. Yujin was beautiful, truly. The kind of pretty that had no idea how much power it held. Suri was fire already lit. Dangerous, playful, and just the right kind of reckless.

I stood from the table, stretching slowly, letting the light catch on my muscular arms, the fabric of my shirt tightening. Both sisters looked. They didn't even pretend not to. I smiled.

"There's a hot pool outside," I said casually. "Secluded. Big enough for three--or four, I suppose." I glanced toward the corner where her husband sat, headphones still on, pretending not to watch. "But I think he's better off staying dry."

Yujin blinked, her eyes darting to her sister. "We didn't bring swimsuits..."

Suri rolled her eyes and grinned, already rising from her seat and slinging her leather jacket over the back of the chair. "Who said anything about swimsuits?"

I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. "Well said."

Yujin's lips parted. I saw it then--that flicker. The part of her that remembered high school boys and summer nights and breaking rules she was never allowed to. The girl who used to sneak out of cram school to eat ice cream with strangers. She was still in there.

Suri sauntered past me, already pulling her hair up in a loose bun. "You always wanted to be a little bad, sis," she teased. "Tonight's your chance."

Yujin hesitated... then laughed--soft, breathy, beautiful. "This is insane," she said.

"Exactly," I replied. "Now come on. You're too gorgeous to waste that heat inside."

As they followed me toward the sliding glass door that led to the steaming outdoor bath, I didn't even look back at the poor guy in the corner. Why should I? This night belonged to the women. And they were both walking straight into it, heels clicking on the wood, ready for something they didn't dare name.

The night air hit my naked skin like a welcome slap as I stepped down nude into the hot pool a few moments later, water swirling around my waist, steam rising in ghostly ribbons toward the stars. The mountains were silent, moonlight dusting the treetops. It felt private. Primal. Perfect.

I stretched my arms across the stone edge, letting the heat soak into me, and then--footsteps. Delicate. High heels clicking on stone.

Suri was first. Her leather jacket was gone. So were the hot pants. All she wore now was confidence and stockings clinging wetly to her thighs as she stepped into the pool like she owned the world. She slid in beside me, her hands instantly playful on my chest, her laughter bright and unapologetic.

"God, this water is everything," she sighed, flipping her hair over one shoulder. "And you're already so... cozy."

I smirked. "I tend to run warm."

Her fingers didn't mind exploring that warmth. She leaned in, whispering, "Yujin's nervous, but she's always been a rule breaker. Especially when the guy is--how should I say it--gifted."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Suri giggled, running one red-tipped finger across my stomach. "In college, we used to sneak out with different white boys just because someone said he was packing big between his legs. She loves surprises."

I laughed. "Then she's going to enjoy this night. In school, everyone used to call me Horse and definitely not because I liked riding, if that's what you're thinking haha"

She tilted her head. "Tell me something...?"

I gave her a slow grin. "No more need for questions when you can find out with your hands." Her laugh was wicked and breathy, echoing across the water as Suri gasped when she held his massive 16 inch long cock under the water with both her small hands.

Then came the sexy Yujin. Careful steps behind him up to the pool. Her arms crossed over her naked chest. Her miniskirt gone, now just her hand covering her cunt as Andrew pretended to look away and let her get down in the water. Her hair framed her face in soft waves. Her lips were still glossed, but slightly parted in hesitation.

Suri looked over and waved her in. "Come on, sis. It's just water. And boys. And you wouldn't believe what a boy it is, the most... well endowed you could ever dream of" she kept slowly playing with my cock stroking it like it was her most precious gift.