My Wife's Boss - Sex Stories

My Wife's Boss

... wife and her asshole did not steal everything."

"Don't worry about that. Harry went to your place just after the cops left. He re-armed the system and put it on recording again. Nobody showed up."

I went back to the shop to pick up my car and then went home to take a deserved and necessary shower. The architect had left a message saying that they had updated the plan and gotten the client's approval. That was good news. It meant I could go back to work the next day and occupy my mind with something else.

The house was a mess. They had searched everything. Apart from the doctored computer, I knew they could not find anything compromising. I started tidying up everything.

That evening, I cried for the first time. Just a week before I was a happy man in what I thought was a good marriage. Now I was a suspect of a crime, about to get divorced and being played like a puppet by my wife's boss. What had I done to deserve all that shit...? At least, I had not seen any reporters. I guess they were all too busy biting into the newly discovered multi-billion unexplained hole in public finances to care about little Garrett...

Steven finally called me at the end of the following week with a major surprise: all charges against me had been dropped! And it seemed that the inspector who was assigned the cause was not the type of guy to mess with, especially on the topic of blackmailing. Apparently, he was not very much impressed by Cramer's ploy and made sure charges would be ...

... filed imminently against Derek Cramer for blackmail, fabrication of evidence and possession of child pornography. Daphne would be accused of conspiracy to commit the said crimes.

Harry called me 10 minutes after I had hung up with Steven to invite me to dinner that evening. On my way to Harry's house, I got a call from Claudia Milton, my family law attorney.

"Garrett, Daphne's lawyer called me this afternoon and told me that she was prepared to sign the divorce papers without changes, but under one condition. She wants a one-hour private meeting with you. She says it can be at my office."

Daphne was probably the last person I wanted to see. But I told myself that if that meeting could accelerate the divorce, then it would be a good time investment. I told Claudia to proceed, that I would meet Daphne.

I had a pleasant evening with Harry and Christine. It was the first truly relaxing evening in two weeks. Christine had prepared coconut shrimps and rice. It was to die for. I felt at peace when I got back home that evening.

The meeting with Daphne was scheduled for the following Wednesday. I was nervous to meet her, even if I had no reason to be nervous, since I was the victim in that pathetic plot. When I got there, I was directed to Claudia's office, who had asked me to arrive a few minutes early so that she could talk to me.

"Garrett, I don't know what she wants to tell you, but I must warn you: there are criminal accusations pending upon her head. Do not give ...