The Boss's Gift Causes a Problem

Brad, my new boss, stepped into the elevator with me. Reaching into his pocket, he handed me a sealed envelope and said, "Kathy, wear these at dinner tonight."

Before I could respond, the elevator doors opened, and he walked out. Looking back, he gave me a big smile and a wave.

A week ago, I invited Brad and his wife over for dinner. He had been flirtatious with me these past few days, but I did not take it seriously. Strangely, I felt myself getting excited. I enjoyed the attention from someone so physically attractive and influential in the company.

Arriving home, I kissed my husband, Tom, and hurried upstairs to shower and change. Tom is an amateur chef, and he came home early to prepare the meal. After showering, I dried myself off and opened the envelope to see what was inside. Just as I pulled out what looked like a pair of panties, Tom came up to chat and change for dinner.

"Are those for me, Kathy?" Tom exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, from my angle, I can see that they are crotchless panties. It looks like we are going to have an exciting night when our guests leave.

Tom gave me a wink and a big hug, and then walked into the closet to get a clean shirt.

"Actually, Tom, they were a gift from my boss. He is expecting me to wear these for him tonight."

"You're such a tease, Kathy," Tom called from the closet. "You almost fooled me for a second."

Just as I was removing the towel from around my waist, Tom kidded," I suppose you trimmed your pubic hair for him as well?"

"As a matter of fact, I did, Tom. I want to look my best tonight," I replied.

"Right on," Tom said, giving me a thumbs up.I have to dash downstairs to check on the casserole."

Tom's reaction made me giddy with confidence. Fooling him would be part of this evening's fun. As I got dressed, I felt myself becoming aroused as I fantasized about stealing a few private moments in our garden or in the den with my boss. I was jolted back to reality when Tom yelled out from the kitchen, "Could you get the door, Kathy? I'm in the middle of removing the casserole from the oven."

Taking one last glance in the mirror to admire how I looked in my short black dress, I hurried downstairs and reached the front entrance just as the doorbell rang a 2nd time.

My heart was racing when I opened the door. Brad gave me a beaming smile and a warm embrace as he introduced his wife, Betty. She held her hand out to greet me and exclaimed that she was glad to finally see me in person. Brad apparently had been singing my praises.

Just then, Tom came from the kitchen, saying, "Don't just stand there. Come on in." He greeted Brad with a big smile and said that he was so glad to meet him.

Tom announced, "I got a bit ahead of myself with the dinner. Let's go straight to the dining room and begin this evening's culinary delights." Putting his hand on the small of Betty's back, he steered her to the dining room while murmuring some words I couldn't hear. Brad and I followed, with Brad fondling my rear and whispering how excited he was about my new undergarment. This started my juices flowing, a real disadvantage of wearing crotchless panties. I reciprocated his excitement by lightly brushing my hand between his legs. His tool sprang into action and confirmed it was a very big handful.

Dinner was going very well as we discussed our favorite foods, movies, and recreational activities.

Following a fantastic chocolate mousse, we moved to the den for an after-dinner liqueur.

The room was small, with two sofas facing each other.

Tom sat beside me on one sofa, and Brad sat on the other sofa directly opposite me while his wife, Betty, faced Tom.

The conversation was light, with many compliments for Tom and his skills as a cook and gracious host. The talk went sideways when Betty asked a simple question.

"Have you had any interesting legal cases come your way, Tom?"

"Actually, I have," he replied. "Our firm has offices throughout the country, and we have been approached by several high-ranking CEOs to handle sexual harassment cases brought by female employees and alienation of affection lawsuits brought by their husbands."

"I thought these cases were quite common," said Betty. "In the past decade, several high-profile cases have gone through our court systems."

"Well," replied Tom, these all have the same twist to them that makes them unusual. It appears a blog somewhere on the dark web is giving advice to men on how to seduce female employees and cuckold their husbands."

"What do you mean by cuckholding?" asked Betty.

"There are different ways to look at this," said Tom. "This particular approach is quite direct. The female and boss work together to get her husband to accept the fact that they are having a sexual relationship. They tap into the fetish that many men have of wanting to see their wives having sex with other men. "

"How does a wife's boss get this whole thing started?" asked Betty.

"The men are typically good-looking and choose only one female employee to seduce. She is given a lot of special attention that escalates until the boss makes a sexually explicit request of her."

"What is the request?" asked Betty.

"In each case, the boss gave a gift to the female employee and asked her to wear it for him."

"What was the gift...a necklace or a bracelet?" asked Betty.

"No. It was a pair of crotchless panties."

"You have to be kidding," gasped Betty. Turning to her husband, she said, "Brad, have you heard anything like that happening with companies you deal with?"

Pausing briefly before replying, Brad looked over at Tom and said, "Let's cut to the chase."

"I think that's an excellent idea," said Tom.

"What's going on, Brad?" Asked Betty.

"The truth is, I took one of those seminars and gave Kathy a crochless pair of panties and asked her to wear them tonight, and she did."

All eyes turned to Kathy, waiting for her to confirm Brad's admission. At this moment, it was clear Kathy had not fooled Tom, and both he and Brad were looking for closure. "Yes," I confessed. " am wearing the crotchless panties Brad gave me with full knowledge of what is expected."

"You can't be serious Kathy," exclaimed Tom.. "You're risking our relationship for a fling?"

"There's no risk to your relationship," Brad interrupted. "You and Kathy will still be together and enjoy each other's company. On three or four evenings per week, she will spend time with me. Actually, I will come to your home, and we will retire to your master bedroom for a couple of hours each evening. The remaining 95% of the time things will go back to normal. Well almost normal. I will be taking care of Kathy's sexual needs."

"Tom," Kathy explained, "I need this. Extending our relationship to Brad for this small amount of time will help me regain a perspective on our marriage and strengthen it. "

"She's right," said Brad. "Kathy needs someone else in her mouth and between her legs. In fact, I am taking Kathy upstairs to your master bedroom this evening to help enrich your marriage. Meanwhile, Betty can talk to you about her needs."

Kathy and Brad got up at the same time and shamelessly embraced one another. Brad lifted up her skirt to expose her buttocks and demonstrate his expertise in teasing her. Kathy rotated her hips to encourage his finger play. Suddenly, Brad spun Kathy around so that she was facing her husband. He pulled down the top of her dress to expose her breasts while, at the same time, cupping his hand between her legs. Within seconds Kathy's face went from shock to pure pleasure. His rapid massage brought her to the edge of orgasm in less than 60 seconds.

Sensing how close she was he stopped and softly said, "Look at your husband, Kathy, and tell him what you want."

Without hesitation she stared at me with dilated pupils, nipples hard and a flush on her face and said, "I need to come Tom, I need to come in the worst way."

"Don't worry, Kathy. "You will come in many ways," smirked Brad as he took her hand and led her up to the master bedroom."

Tom called after her, "Stop this nonsense, Kathy or else there will be consequences." His threat was met with silence as she and Brad walked up the stairs.

A moment or two later, Betty finally spoke. "You know, he is a fantastic lover. He has an insatiable appetite for sex that I cannot meet. In fact, he has 3 other women I know of whom he regularly services."

"Why do you stay with him?" asked Tom.

"Why not? Brad is handsome, has a terrific body and is fun to be with. The fantastic sex is an added bonus. It is far better to be with him some of the time than to have a lesser man for most of the time. Unfortunately for you, Kathy has already figured this out already."

"I don't believe you. Kathy will come to her senses,"Tom explained.

"True, she may not want to divorce you, but emotionally she will always have strong ties to Brad. When he calls, she will come running. You will have to accept this if you stay with her. Worse, she will probably look for other lovers who satisfy her more than you. This is the problem of being a 6 or a 6.5. Your wealth and cooking skills can only take you so far. Accepting this will make your life easier. Like me, sharing your spouse with others is a rational way to adapt. Desiring to be with her will eventually drive you to want to be in the same room watching men give her pleasure."

"Well, Betty, let's go upstairs and watch them to see if you're right"

"I never expected you would want to watch them the first time they had sex," said Betty. "It might be very traumatic for you. Are you sure you want to this? Why not stay here and let me entertain you?"

"I think watching them might be more fun for us," said Tom.

As they walked out of the den and up the stairs Betty and Tom could hear slapping sounds of vigourous love making along with a crescendo of moans and groans."

Upon entering the bedroom, they saw both their spouses naked and on the bed. Betty was on her knees with her face buried in a pillow, facing the door. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate Brad's thick manhood. Brad was pumping with long, slow strokes."

The air was filled with their potty-mouth talk as they climbed towards a mutual orgasm. Both looked up at the same time to see us standing in the doorway, watching. Kathy was far too lost in sensual pleasure to say anything, while

Brad said, "Your wife is a real firecracker, Tom. I think she may be the best I've had in a long time."

After a few more strokes of his shaft, it was clear they were both about to climax. As they enjoyed the beginning of their mutual pleasure, something else took hold of their bodies. Both froze with grimaces on their faces as their sphincter muscles strained against the gas and contents in their bowels. They decoupled slowly and crawled hesitantly toward the edge of the bed. Rising gently, they hobbled to the bathroom as brown liquid trickled down each of their legs and onto the floor. Kathy squatted on the bidet while Tom took straddled the toilet. Their simultaneous releases echoed throughout the house and quite possibly traveled down the block as both windows in the bathroom were open. Ultimately, it was the foul smell that hastened my retreat out of the room and out of Kathy's life.

As I left, I looked over my shoulder at Betty and said, "You know, that fast-acting laxative I put in the mousse worked very well." "Would you like me to text you a link to their website?"

Traumatized by what she was witnessing, Betty was unable to speak. Instead, she just shook her head.

"One last thing," I said. "Please tell Kathy she will be served with divorce papers in 3 to 5 days."

Betty nodded her head affirmatively as I left her staring at each of them relieving themselves. The least she could do for them is to find where I hid the toilet paper.

Eighteen months later, at the convention restaurant, I was told by the lunch hostess that she had only one small table available. "Would you mind sharing it with another guest?" She asked. "No problem," I said.

I followed the hostess to the table and was only a few feet away from it when the guest turned her head and exclaimed, "Tom."

It was Kathy. I almost left, but I was hungry and, in fact, curious about what had happened to her these past several months.

"This is awkward," I stammered as I sat down. "But I am starving." "Same here," said Betty. "Let's make the best of it and go our separate ways."

However, time had healed our wounds sufficiently so that we began reminiscing about the old days and forgotten friends. Eventually, the conversation strayed to the day I walked out of the master bedroom.

"You know," began Kathy. "Your revenge saved Brad's life"

"How could I possibly have done that?"

"It seems some of the excrement found its way through his urethra to his prostate. This caused an infection so painful that he went to the emergency room by mid-afternoon the following day. The doctors found that his prostate had a bacterial infection, and they prescribed massive doses of antibiotics. However, the tests they ran to diagnose the problem indicated he also had an aggressive form of prostate cancer. They caught it just in time from spreading, but the operation left him impotent."

"That must have been devastating for him," I said"

"It was. He became very depressed, gained weight, quit working, and just sat around the house all day.

Luckily, Brad does not have to worry about money, as he comes from a very wealthy family."

"What about his wife Bettty? How is she handling it?"

"Unknown to Brad, she often cheated on him when he was servicing other women. She continues to have her stable of lovers and sometimes invites them into her home so Brad can watch.

"How do you know all this?"

"I happened to have a short fling with one of the men who slept with Betty while Brad watched."

"How are you doing, Kathy?"

"My professional life has taken off, and I have moved up the corporate ladder. I have stopped dating for now and am seeing a therapist.

"Why is that?"

"I do not orgasm during sex now because of the fear of losing control of my bowels. My therapist says this is a result of my body confusing these two signals."

I broke the long silence between us by saying that in retrospect, "I should have waited rather than walked out of our lives altogether. It would have provided more closure. Brad was right. Realistically, I was and still am a 6 to 6.5 and you are far above me. The odds of us staying together were very slim."

"What do you think the odds are we can try again and make it work?" asked Kathy.

"Not very good," I replied. "Look around this room. There are at least 5 other men far more attractive than I am. This will be true wherever we go. It will only be a matter of time before you give in to temptation."

"Good point," nodded Kathy. "Good point."