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WHORE WIFE

... was only one level of sex left - being an outright whore. She also wondered, after she had been through three months of these parties of sexual debauchery, what her husband would think if he knew what else was going on at the office besides her getting banged by Peter. She didn’t know the answer but was glad that he never wanted to discuss the office sex, especially since she was adding a new name, each week, to the growing list of guys who had cuckolded him. BABYSITTING THE BOSS’S NEPHEW (INCEST??): Three months after the first client sex party, Mark had a much needed and appreciated Saturday off from his demanding medical school studies and resident work. She had gotten up and dressed in a casual, form hugging, short, tight pink summer dress. The top showed an eye catching amount of cleavage while the hem of the tight dress rode thigh high on her spectacular, bare legs. She was only wearing pink bikini panties under the dress, while her feet were in a pair of 4 inch high, open heeled, white summer wedges. She couldn’t have looked any sexier nor could her body have looked any riper. She’d fixed her handsome young husband his breakfast and called him to the table, then went and put some clothes in the washing machine. As she was doing that the phone rang and Mark answered it. A male voice asked to speak to her. Mark asked who he should tell her was calling. The voice responded, “I’m Peter Epstein, her boss, and who are you, may I ask?” “I’m Mark Hudson, her husband,” he ...

... informed him. “Oh,” the voice grunted in surprise. Mark took her the phone and, said, “It’s your boss.” She grabbed it and said, “Hello.” Peter responded, “Hi honey, sorry to have to call you at home but I desperately need your help.” “What do you need me to do for you, Peter,” she asked? “Well my 16 year old nephew is visiting us this weekend and I brought him to the office this morning to show him around. Just as we were getting ready to leave I received an urgent notice that, in about an hour, I am to participate in an important telephone conference call to Europe that it is going last for a minimum of two hours. So, honey, I need you to come to the office and kind of babysit my young nephew. He’s too much of a spoiled, mischievous brat to be left here by himself, so I need you to come down and keep him entertained until the conference call is over with.” Ever vain, her response was to complain, “But I’m dressed casually and would need to shower and change before I could come down there.” “Come as you are, baby doll, it will be just fine. Nobody else is here today so you won’t be seen by anyone but the two of us,” he promised. “Besides, I don’t know what you are worried about, hell, you couldn’t look bad if you tried,” he laughed, “So get yourself down here.” “Well alright then,” she relented, “I’ll be there in about 45 minutes.” She went back to the kitchen and explained the situation to Mark, who responded, subspecialty, “It sounds to me like your boss is getting you to go ...