Boss Takes Your Wife to A Nude Resort - Sex Stories

Boss Takes Your Wife to A Nude Resort

... interloper fired and open that position up for me to take.” And though you are laughing, it bothers you that your wife wouldn’t trust herself to drink around young Johnson. *** The following day, you wife phones Johnson and makes the plans to head off to the beach. You and she are sitting together in the living room as she places the call. “Hello Jimmy, it’s Martha Smith,” says your wife. “... yes, that’s what I’m calling about. My husband has agreed to let me come along with you…” She shoots you a nervous glance. “Oh, well… you see he’s very confident in our relationship…” You realize that Johnson probably never expected your wife to go through with this and are worried that he will back down. Martha listens with furrowed brow for a moment and then breaks out laughing. “Oh Jimmy!” she exclaims gayly. “Don’t be naughty. My husband is open-minded, but not that open-minded…” You look are her in surprise and she blushes slightly as she listens to Johnson. “Yes well next week works fine… No I certainly will not! I expect you to be on your best behavior, young man… Okay, I will tell him… Yes, I am too… Bye now…” Your wife hangs up and you are annoyed at how flushed with excitement she seems. “What was that all about?” you ask jealously. “I don’t think he expected you to go along with it,” says your wife with an impish smile. “But he recovered pretty quickly.” “What did he say?” you ask, but you aren’t sure you want to know. You wife blushes more deeply. “Oh just some typically ...

... cocky comments. We agreed that he would send a car for me next weekend.” “Okay, Okay,” you say shaking your head. “I hope I don’t end up regretting this.” “Oh darling,” says your wife. “Don’t worry.” She come over and plops down into your lap, wrapping her arms around you. “You’re the only man for me. I will put that little fool in his place.” *** The following week you go to work as usual but Johnson makes no reference to his planned tryst with your wife. When Saturday rolls around, you and she go over the plan one final time as she waits for the car to arrive. “Okay Martha,” you tell her. “I put that recording app on your phone. It does both audio and video, but I assume that you will only be able to grab audio.” “Right, I played with it and I understand how it works,” says your wife confidently. “So you should make sure to tell him how you felt forced to come along since he was my boss and that you were afraid my position at the company would be jeopardized if you refused,” you say, rubbing your hands together in anticipation. “Are you sure you can go through with this?” you ask her. “Yes, I’ll be fine,” she assures you breezily. “If he makes any untoward advances, I will simply call a cab and head to a hotel. I’m not worried in the least. In fact, this might be a fun weekend.” “Uh, yeah,” you say looking at your lovely wife with trepidation. But before you can reconsider this crazy plan, a horn honks outside and your wife snatches up her overnight bag, pecks you on the ...