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My Wife's Boss

... doing at home that early on a Thursday afternoon.

As I had guessed, Daphne was freshly out of the shower and was now putting on some sexy black fishnet stockings, and there was a brand-new black dress on the bed, awaiting its turn to be put on.

"Hey honey! What are you doing here so early? And am I forgetting something? Do we have something tonight that I didn't remember?"

She looked at me with an expression I had never seen on her face before. She looked a bit nervous, but she seemed to do everything to not let it show. She sighed.

"No Garrett, you are not forgetting anything. I am going out tonight. You are not. I will be gone until Sunday afternoon actually. I will be spending the weekend with Derek Cramer."

"You what??? What the hell are you talking about? Is it a business trip or what?"

"No, it's no business trip, Garrett. Derek has a hotel suite reserved for him and me. I'll be yours again next week, but I am spending this weekend with him." She looked at me defiantly, but her whole speech sounded rehearsed.

"No you're not! I don't want my wife to spend a weekend with another man! What's that crap??"

"Well, you'd better accept it, Garrett, because that's what Derek wants. And I suggest you don't mess with him," she said, chuckling.

"Oh, I see. You're a happy part of that plan?! You want me to accept this, to suck it up and let you go!? That you will be my faithful wife after this weekend?" I asked, with dripping sarcasm.

"I never said it ...

... would be this weekend only. Derek has already told me he wanted to do it from time to time. So yes, suck it up and don't say a word. Knowing Derek, your life will be much less complicated if you shut up and go with the program."

"That remains to be seen. I'm not gonna put up with that kind of shit, Daphne. You better consider what you're doing, because I won't let that arrogant bastard drive my life. If you think I'm a pawn that you can move anyway you see fit without me saying a word about it, you're in for a nasty surprise, I'm telling you!"

By then, she was done getting prepared for the evening. I went back downstairs and grabbed myself a beer from the fridge. I saw a Mercedes just parking in front of the house. Mr. Smugness himself got out and walked up to the front door, then rang.

"Garrett, that's Derek. Will you go answer the door?" she yelled from upstairs.

I quickly punched a code into the back door alarm panel, then set up my cell phone to video recording and put it into my t-shirt pocket so that it would film everything. Then I waited in the living room.

I had known Derek Cramer since the day Daphne had started working for CBH three years before. I met him for the first time at their office's Christmas party. He was a 40-something man, with a very dominating attitude. He seemed to be very buddy-buddy with his fellow partners, and flirty and smooth with his female employees and the wives of his male employees. But in the presence of his male employees ...