My Wife's Boss - Sex Stories

My Wife's Boss

... seriously!

"Oh, another thing. Don't think about getting revenge on me or on Daphne. That includes getting even with her by fucking someone else. I don't want to deal with an infection passed from you to Daphne to me, all right? Because no, I'm not gonna ask Daphne to deny you sex, really. At least not for now. See how I'm not a bad guy?

"Bottom line is, you step out of line, I'll know it. All right? Now, let's go, Honey."

They went back to the front door. Daphne grabbed her overnight bag and walked out. She did not say goodbye or even look at me.

Honey. He said 'Honey' to my wife! The whole situation was so out of this world that I could not even be purely angry. My feelings were rather a mix of anger and amazement.

At that precise moment, I blessed the burglar who had broken into my house the year before I met Daphne. I was so upset that I had a complete surveillance and alarm system installed, with motion-activated cameras and voice-activated microphones that could capture everything that took place in the house and store it in the cloud. I had never shown Daphne that the system could be put in recording mode while we were in the house, so she could not know I had activated it before she opened the front door to let the slithering slug come in.

Then I had activated the recording on my cell phone. That was more like a decoy, actually. I was more or less counting on Cramer to see it and find a way to turn it off. This would let down his guard and then he ...

... would speak more freely, thinking he was no longer filmed. I was hoping this could be a good way of gathering useful material for a likely divorce. The asshole gave me so much more than this...!

The cell phone that was now all over the floor was actually my business cell phone. After I had started dealing with a wealthier clientele, I had quickly realized that if I gave them my main cell phone, I would be at it almost 24/7, because some of those people are like children: when they want something, they want it now. In their mind, there was no bad time for them to call you, even after 23:00 and on weekends. A dedicated business cell phone could be turned off at the end of the day, and I could take my messages the next morning.

So at least, I was not without a communication tool. I took my personal phone and called my business lawyer and best friend Harry.

Harry Davenport had married my big sister Jennifer 10 years before. They were the perfectly happy couple until tragedy struck. They had been married for four years when Jennifer, traveling with three of her girlfriends to Guadeloupe, got caught in a killer wave and drowned. My parents and I loved Harry, and even after my sister had died, he had always remained a member of our family. He met another woman three years after Jennifer's death. Christine is a fantastic woman that he married after one year of dating. My parents and I (along with Daphne) were invited to the wedding. To this day, Harry and Christine are like a ...