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Boss Takes Your Wife to A Nude Resort

... by the peer pressure, I could believe that. But the way you look up at him with his cock in your mouth. You were practically worshiping that little prick.” “Honey, it’s actually a pretty good sized prick…” says your wife, trying to smile. She quickly hold up her hands when she sees the look of horror on your face. “I’m kidding, dear, I’m kidding.” “How can you joke about this?” you demand. “I admit, he just pushes my buttons sexually,” she says soberly. “I have no excuse for it. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been with another man. And lord knows our own sex life hasn’t been stellar for a long time…” “Okay, Okay!” you say. “I know, I could forgive you anything. Anything, with another man. But not with this asshole. I mean, he took my promotion away and now he’s taken my wife!” You pace around the room anxiously waving your arms. “Darling, he never meant to take anything from you, he just took a job that was offered to him,” argues your wife, jumping to her feet to console you. “And he certainly hasn’t taken your wife. That was a purely physical act. You are the man I love and I will stick by you forever. I just need you to forgive me!” “Oh Martha,” you say looking at her sadly. “Have I neglected you so much?” You look down at the phone. “What else will I see here?” you ask. “You haven’t seen the worst of it yet,” she admits, bowing her head. You rub your face and click on the next video. You wife in laying spread out on the sand, with Johnson on top of her, thrusting ...

... himself between her legs. His ass is pistoning up and down as she groans with pleasure and calls his name loudly. A group of nude men stand in a circle around the fornicating couple watching with interest. Some of them are stroking themselves lewdly. You toss the phone aside and walk out the back door into the yard, running your hands through your hair. It’s a cool clear night out here and the stars are twinkling above. Martha comes and stands in the doorway. “How many of those other guys did you fuck?” you ask numbly. “Several,” she admits quietly. “And I assume they shot their loads all over you?” you ask in disgust. “On me and some inside me,” she admits. Oddly your cock stiffens at the thought but you are disgusted with yourself for feeling aroused. “Okay, you need to get the fuck out of here for a couple of days while I mull this over,” you say coldly. “Yes, dear,” agrees your wife meekly. “I will go stay with my sister.” “Leave the phone. I am taking that to HR tomorrow and I’m at least getting that fucker fired!” you say. *** The next day at work, you march right into Sarah's, the HR director’s office with your wife’s phone. You had located a couple of conversations in which your wife described how threatened you felt by your boss inviting her on this trip and him just laughing about it. “Hello, John, come in. I was expecting you,” says Sarah as you enter her office. “Really?” you ask, taken aback. “Yes, Johnson came to me last week about this trip your wife invited him ...