Boss Takes Your Wife to A Nude Resort - Sex Stories

Boss Takes Your Wife to A Nude Resort

... cheek, and rushes out of the house. *** You spend an awkward weekend by yourself. The house feels big and empty without your wife to keep you company. You putter about and wonder if you are doing the right thing. If all goes to plan, you will get Johnson fired and be in a perfect position to take his place, at least temporarily. On the other hand, what if things don’t go according to plan? Your wife seems to genuinely like Johnson. She laughs readily at his jokes and she seemed quite excited and eager to be heading off with him. But then you shake your head at your worries. You know your wife is faithful and that she never goes for that really prickish sort of guy. Besides, he’s ten years younger. He’s not a mature man like yourself. Late on Sunday night, your wife finally returns. She is tanned and glowing with health, but she has a worried look on her face. “Welcome home, I missed you,” you say, giving her a kiss. “How did it go? Did you get the goods?” “Oh boy, did I…” she says, returning your kiss. She drops her bag on the floor and flops down into the couch. “Let me hear the recording,” you say eagerly, reaching for her phone. “Uh, maybe later,” she says not letting you have the phone. “What’s the matter?” you ask, looking at her strangely. “I want to… edit the recording before you listen to it…” she says, not meeting your gaze. “But we can’t heavily edit this thing, it will take away from the credibility,” you say squinting your eyes. “Did you say something ...

... incriminating?” Your wife sighs deeply and pats the couch next to her, “Sit down honey, we need to talk,” she says nervously. “I don’t like the sound of this,” you say joining her on the couch. “No, you won’t,” she admits. “You know how we just assumed you could go to a nude beach and not get nude? Well, it doesn’t work that way. If you are at this particular beach, you need to be disrobed.” “Uh, okay,” you say with a gulp. “So you just went back to the hotel then?” “Not exactly,” she says delicately. ‘Wait, what?” you say, jumping to your feet. “Don’t tell me you got naked in front of him!” “Him and his friends,” she admits in a small voice. “What the hell, Martha? I thought we went over this!” you say pulling your hair and pacing around the room. “How could you?” The thought of your wife stripping naked in front of your douchebag boss is wrenching your gut. “I just… I don’t know…” she says holding her hands up helplessly. “I guess I shouldn’t have caved in and started drinking. By the time we got to the beach, I was feeling pretty loose. All the boys jumped out and pulled their shorts off without missing a beat. They all just stood there with their stiff willies pointing at me, waiting for me to get naked with them. So I thought, well, I will just take my top off. But when my boobs came out, Jimmy was so complimentary about them that I got a little carried away and pulled my bottom off to show him my bush as well. I mean, you should have seen how stiff he got when he saw me naked for ...