My Wife's Boss - Sex Stories

My Wife's Boss

... hesitated between sleeping in the guest room or sending her to the guest room. There was no way I would sleep with that stupid bitch again. I finally decided that it was my house, and that she was the one who had walked out on me, so there was no way I would give up my bed. She would sleep in the guest room until she found an apartment and moved out. I carried all her clothes and toiletries into the guest room, then went to the hardware store to by a new lockable doorknob and installed it on my bedroom door, keeping the key in my pocket.

When I heard Asshole's car pulling in the next evening, I put the surveillance system in recording mode. I saw Daphne giving a long French kiss to her boss, then get out of his car and wave to him as he drove away. I was "reading" in the living room when she got in.

"Hi Honey, how was your weekend?" she asked. She seemed nervous. She was doing her best not to show it, but I could tell she was not as cool as she pretended.

I did not even look at her, let alone answer.

"Ok, keep sulking and pouting. Derek was right when he said that you would do that, that you did not have the brains to understand my needs or the maturity to accept your inability to fulfill them."

She went upstairs.

I started counting: 1, 2, 3...

"GARRETT MORRISON!? What is this? You installed a lock on our bedroom!?!?"

"Correction: on MY bedroom," I said calmly. "All your things are in the guest bedroom. You will sleep there until you find an ...

... apartment."

"What the fuck? Wait until I tell Derek about this. That was not the deal!"

"Deal? What deal? I haven't signed or even accepted any of your Dickhead's crap! Either you sleep in the guest room, or you leave. Maybe Cramer's wife would make some room for you in her marital bed?"

She looked daggers at me. She did not say a word, stormed to the guest room and slammed the door. I followed up upstairs and yelled at her through the door:

"Speaking of deal, what was in there for me, by the way?"

She did not reply. I went back upstairs. It took 15 minutes before my phone started to buzz. It was a series of text messages from a number I did not know.

'What am I hearing, cuck? You don't allow Daphne in her own bedroom? I thought I had explained the program to you in simple English. Even a shop monkey like you can understand this.'

'Listen, I'll turn a blind eye to your childish crisis for tonight and let you cool down. But tomorrow, you will prepare Daphne her favorite dinner and apologize to her for your behavior. If you behave for the rest of the week, I will authorize her to have sex with you next weekend.'

'But if you don't do as I say, you will find out that my threats are real, very real. So you do as I told you and you ask no questions. Is it clear?'

I could not believe my eyes. This guy was at the intersection point between callous, delusional, and stupid. I did not reply, but I made a snapshot of the conversation and sent the image to Harry.

Harry ...