How Far is Too Far? Ch. 01

This is a long (very long) story about a married couple who explore their sexual relationship. It centres around cuckolding, and I know not everyone likes that. As the story progresses there will be cheating, lying and unfair treatment of a loved one, and if this is not to your liking, consider yourself warned.

It's also a slowly evolving story, where the characters' feelings and thoughts are as important as the sex, so it will be a while before we get to the good stuff. I try to keep it somewhat grounded, though at the end of the day, this IS porn, so please take it as such.

I hope you will enjoy it.

A huge thanks to my wonderful wife for ideas, editing and reining me in when I got too crazy. I love you. <3

David

All this madness started one Wednesday afternoon when I had summoned Tom Jefferson into my office. He was a big man as he stood there in front of my desk, half a head taller than me at least, broad shoulders and a developing gut - typical former jock who was letting himself go, in other words. He had a square face with a strong jaw and blonde, unkept hair. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves unbuttoned, and I could see his tattoo snake its way up his forearms. It looked like a random, swirly pattern, vaguely threatening, somehow. I didn't care for it.

There was something shifty in his pale, blue eyes. Something untrustworthy. And there was a sour smell around him.

A typical Swede my father would say. He himself had immigrated from Denmark in his twenties and had strong opinions about Swedes. Mostly negative.

But no matter, Tom was one of my underlings and as such, I needed to deal with him.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Martinsen?" he asked while I was looking something up on my computer. The words were servile, but his tone said he didn't appreciate me wasting his time with this nonsense. I knew he - and others still - regarded me as a nepo-baby that had unfairly been placed above him because of connections. And, well, they weren't wrong. My dad was one of the company's most important suppliers and when he'd asked for a job-interview for his son, they weren't saying no. But he'd only opened the door for me (and, well, maybe pressured them a bit) but I'd been advancing on my own merit for the last five years now. I'd been working hard and diligently, and I'd won the respect of most of my coworkers. Not Tom though.

"Sec," I told him and held up a finger. Mostly to not let him dictate how this meeting was gonna go. It might sound bad that I had to remind him who was boss, but some people did need it. Especially from a guy who was younger than them.

"Okay, Tom," I said about 30 seconds later, "we need to talk. Your numbers are down. You have lots of cases that aren't being closed." There, bluntly said.

He clenched his jaw but forced out through tight lips: "I'm sorry... sir."

"I don't want to let you go," I said honestly - even though he was incompetent, in the short run it would be easier if we didn't have to train a new guy, "but you're gonna have to pick up some slack."

"I'm working as hard as anybo-" he began but I held up a hand.

"This is not a competition," I said, though of course it was, "but we - the company - expect better results. So, close your cases, get them done, stop scrolling reddit and... well, I don't know if you've noticed but I always stay late on Wednesdays. Until you're all caught up, so will you." Some people only respond to clear and concise orders.

He flushed, opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it.

"Yes, sir," he said in an angry tone, "how late?"

I shrugged, "I stay till eighth or nine, depending on what needs to be done... you can leave before, but you need to make a dent in the backlog you've accumulated."

"Yes, sir," he muttered darkly, "was that all?"

"It was," I nodded, and he left.

---

"Hey sweetie!" my wonderful wife, Jia said as she entered my office a couple of hours later, "I got you Chinese, Kung Pao Chicken."

"You're a life-saver," I exclaimed and stood to hug her. She kissed me and smiled, that wonderful smile that lit up the room. I loved that smile, and I loved her. She was smart, funny and good... and oh, so sexy! She had a heart-shaped face, large, dark almond-shaped eyes and a mouth that could turn the coldest, darkest day bright. In her left nostil she had a piercing with a small, silver heart - an act of rebellion she'd gotten the day after she turned 18.

"You need your energy," she answered and smiled at me, like she always did. Jia came by every Wednesday night with dinner for me - often take-out, sometimes something home-cooked if she had the time.

"So, I noticed we're not alone," she said while I unpacked the paper-bag she'd handed me and nodded at the closed door, behind which the larger office-space was where Tom still sat in his cubicle, presumably working.

"Yeah, that's Tom. He's a little behind, so I told him he had to work late Wednesdays same as me."

"Ooooh, the bad boss-man commanding his minions," she said in a teasing voice and bit her lower lip. Suddenly the atmosphere was dripping with sex, and I had no idea how she'd done it.

She really was something.

"Gotta keep them in line," I grinned.

"You're sexy when you're stern," she said and gave me a smoldering look through her long, dark eye-lashes.

"Yeah? Am I getting lucky tonight?" I asked and cast a quick glance at her breasts. The grey blouse and the blue skirt-combo wasn't what I ordinarily would call sexy, but this woman made it work.

"You just might," she grinned back.

We bantered a little more before she left me to my food. I followed her to the door - as I always did - and watched her walk away... and noticed something. After she'd passed his cubicle, Tom stuck his head up and watched her too. She didn't notice but there was no doubt in my mind that this creep of a guy was staring my wife's ass.

I should give that pervert a piece of my mind. I should chew that guy out and make him apologise. I should tear him a new one. I really should.

Instead, I stood with a heavily beating heart and watched the back of his head as he in turn watched the back of my wife. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I felt my hands shake ever so slightly.

At this point it's probably the best to explain something that happened about a year before Jia and I got married... so about three years ago now. She was gone for a couple of weeks, visiting some family in Korea, and I couldn't go because of work - I was busy climbing the ladder.

Well, weeks without my gorgeous girlfriend caused quite a bit of alone-time, and a fair bit of that time was spent with, well... porn. And let me tell you, there are some rabbit-holes out there, and I fell into one of them.

More and more, my porn-searches started to be about men whose wives were unfaithful, with or without their husband's knowledge. And it didn't stop when Jia came home.

I wouldn't say it became an obsession and I wasn't addicted or anything. I still watched ordinary porn as well. Not that I was addicted to regular porn either!

But standing there, letting my wife being ogled by this repulsive man-beast, it suddenly became real. Instead of yelling at him, I silently walked back into my office and quietly closed the door.

---

"Ah... that was good!" Jia sighed as I rolled off her, a small, very pleased smile on her lips.

"Oh yeah..." I agreed. It had been good. I'd really been in the zone, so turned on! Because she was hot and sexy... not because of Tom staring at her. Definitely not.

"You're so hot..." I snuggled up close to her, putting my head on her golden shoulder, filling my vision with her large, beautiful breasts. Unlike many Asian girls, Jia was deliciously curvy.

Well, she was now, after the 35 grand we'd paid a surgeon to enhance them last year. Not that she'd been exactly flat before but apparently, she'd been comparing herself with larger-breasted friends (and her immaculate sister Nari), so it'd been a hole in her self-consciousness. Ever since the operation, she'd been happier and more pleased with herself... and more eager to dress... let's say provocatively. Maybe that had helped in firing up my cuckolding-fantasies? Who could say?

At any rate, they were mouth-wateringly sexy. Big and firm with dark-brown areolas and nipples. And her ass was to die for, tight and round and strong, and she made sure to keep it that way with intense work-outs.

"Mhm, you're not so bad yourself," she smiled.

We lay in silence for a while.

"You know, you got a new admirer today," my mouth suddenly blurted out.

"What?" she asked, looking at me.

I told her about Tom staring at her.

"Did you yell at him?" she asked, grinning at me.

"Eh... no. I, eh... I just went back to work," I muttered, suddenly feeling a little ashamed. Why had I told her about it? I could have just kept my mouth shut, and she would never have known.

"So... you just let him?" she asked, her brows furrowed. Not angry or anything, more... bewildered.

"Eh..." I really didn't have an answer. I could have put him in his place that was true, but I hadn't.

Again, there was a long silence. This one was less comfortable though, at least to me, and to Jia too, I thought. She was playing with her nose-piercing, something she always did when she was nervous.

"Is this because of that Discord-server you're on?" she finally asked, her voice carefully neutral and looked at me.

My stomach plummeted. What did she say? What did she know?

"Eh... what...?" I tried.

"You know, your Discord-server. 'Cucks and hotwives captions'? That Discord-server," she rolled onto her side, looking at me more intensely. Her new position did interesting things to her boobs but suddenly I was in no mood to stare at her.

"You... you know about that?" I asked lamely. Of course she did, she wasn't pulling that name out of her ass.

"You left your computer on sometime last month, and I was curious," she shrugged, "what, it's no big deal. You hadn't posted anything though."

"No, I'm... I'm just..." I said.

"Lurking," she nodded, as if it made perfect sense.

"Eh, yeah..." I admitted.

The Discord-server was, as the name suggested, dedicated to the cuckold-hotwife lifestyle, more specific images or short videos with captions added to them. Like a picture of a sexy woman dressed up and the text would read something like "Just stay and wait while I have fun with your friends, cucky." Or a close-up of a pussy dripping with cum and it would say "dinner's served, cuck."

You get the point. It was not a nice, respectful place but I'd found myself going there more often than I'd care to admit.

"So... is it?" she asked, bringing me back to Earth.

"I-what?" I replied.

"That thing with your bad coworker... what's-his-name..." she waved her hand as she tried to remember.

"Tom," I reminded her.

"Yeah, that. Is that why you brought it up now? Oh my, is that why you were so... turned on... tonight?" Her eyes lit up in a mischievous way, "It is, isn't it?"

"I don't... I'm not..." I tried to speak, to defend myself but my head was numb. I had no idea what to say or even think.

"I'm sorry, nae sarang, I'm just teasing you," she said in a soothing voice, using her favourite Korean pet-name for me, "it's okay..." She leaned in and gave me a long kiss.

"I love you no matter what," she assured me.

"I love you too," I said, almost automatically.

Again, a silence descended on the bedroom. I was trying to figure out what to say but nothing came to me.

Naturally, Jia didn't stay silent for long. She chewed on her lower-lip and reached down and found my dick under the quilt. Despite cumming inside her... what, ten minutes ago? Fifteen?... I was already half-hard. She wrapped her small hand around me and started stroking me slowly. What was happening? No matter what it was, I was not gonna stop it!

"Do you think he liked what he saw?" she wondered.

"Eh?" I asked stupidly, despite knowing what she was thinking.

"Your guy. Tom. Do you think he liked what he saw?" she explained, still stroking me.

"I... guess..." I answered. Was she going where I thought she was going? Butterflies were flapping their wings in my stomach.

"Hmm... that blue skirt is not the sexiest," she said in a regretful tone, her hand moving fast on my dick now. It felt so good!

"I... well, maybe not..." I conceded.

"Still... my butt looks good in anything, doesn't it?" she continued. There was only one right answer to that question, and I knew it.

"Oh yeah!" I agreed. My dick was full-on hard by now but I stayed motion-less. This was her show, and I dared not move in fear of interrupting something that could be wonderful.

"So he liked it, you think?" she concluded, "he liked looking at his boss' wife's butt?"

"I bet he did!" I groaned, very aroused by now. Compared to what was going on on the Discord-server this was pretty tame, but it was real, it was Jia and not some random chick online and that made all the difference.

"Yeah," she agreed slowly, "he liked looking, didn't he? Looking at his boss' woman... at your woman..."

"Uh-huh!" I grunted, breathing hard now.

"And instead of defending your woman," she continued, "you just let him stare, didn't you? You just looked on, as his eyes feasted on your woman..."

"Ye-yes..." I admitted, ashamed and aroused at the same time.

She gave me a long look before continuing, her hand still working wonders on my dick.

"He didn't just want to look though, did he?" she asked me, her eyes on mine.

"No... no, he didn't," I admitted, staring back into her beautiful, almond eyes.

In a quick movement, she let go of me and flipped the cover off me, letting my dick out into the open. We could both easily see, how hard it was. How hard her words of Tom had made me. Well, and her hand.

She crawled up on me, letting my dick into her warm, wet pussy, which I had greased up not so long ago.

"Mhm..." she sighed and I moaned in response. She began riding me, her strong pussy doing its best to milk me.

"Tell me... ah..." she demanded, "tell me what he wanted..."

"I eh... I don't..." I stammered, caught between the naughtiness, the embarrassment and the sheer pleasure.

"Tell me," she demanded, much more forceful than I'd ever seen her before. Truth be told, this was a side of Jia that was completely new to me - and I liked it! She was very demure and very conservative when it came to sex. Oh, sure, she'd tease and suggest and be just the naughtiest little girl ever... until we got to the bedroom (and we ever only had sex in the bed in the bedroom). Then it was more... automatic. Foreplay was kissing and me playing with her boobs and light fingering of each other. And then the sex was either missionary or cowgirl as now.

Nothing else. No oral. No dirty talk. Nothing like that. I'd once asked her to call me Daddy while we were doing it, and she'd looked at me as if I'd suggested we eat out of the garbage-can tonight.

When we had sex, we told each other how much we loved one another, how good it felt... and personally, I was prone to call upon God when the big O reared its delicious head - Jia however never misused God's name in such a way, just like she never cursed or swore, something I also had a hard time refraining from when her tight pussy was milking me.

And now out of the blue this? Maybe that's what made it so much hotter. So much naughtier.

Maybe that's what made me admit to the truth.

"He wants to fuck you!" I gasped out loud.

"Yeeesss... he does..." she moaned.

Then she didn't say anymore. She just rode me, her long raven-black hair swinging wildly and it didn't take too long before she came in a cute moan and I groaned loudly and filled her again.

---

Jia

David was asleep. Poor guy, I'd completely drained him, in more ways than one.

Twice in one night, that was something of a record for us.

And it had confirmed what I'd been suspecting for a while now.

David was not happy with our sex-life.

I was failing him.

That Discord-server had been something of an eye-opener. I'd known he liked sex - that was fine, I did too. And he was so... good. So patient, so compassionate. He always made sure I got mine before he came. When my friends talked about their sex-lives (especially my Korean friends) they always made it sound like a chore, like something that should be done. But their husbands didn't seem to care about their enjoyment, so it made sense.

David was different, and that's what made it so terrible that he was unhappy. He deserved to get whatever he wanted. Even if he wanted was... well, weird. And why that Tom-guy? I couldn't remember meeting him but from David's descriptions he was a pretty unimpressive guy. If he wanted to be jealous, there were loads of hotter guys at the gym, checking me out, even hitting on me. Not that I'd ever given them the slightest interest - David was enough for me!

It had been surprisingly easy, actually, playing with him like that. And surprisingly hot, if I were honest. I felt myself blush as I recalled what I'd done, what I'd said. It had certainly been way out of my comfort-zone.

But he'd liked it, and that was what mattered. He'd brought up that silly Tom-person, so clearly, he had meant something with it. My poor husband was obviously ashamed of his... well, his little kink but he'd found the courage to bring him up.

Oh my, the filthy things I'd said! Hopefully, he wouldn't resent me in the morning. He had liked it now, but tomorrow?

We'd see. If he regretted it, I'd apologise and we'd go back to the old ways. If not... well, it had been quite exciting. Even if my parents wouldn't approve, we could have some fun with it.

---

"About last night," David said next morning, as I was cooking breakfast for us. He was standing next to me, looking at the coffee-maker as the coffee ran down into the pot. He was decisively not looking at me, I couldn't help but notice.

"Yes?" I asked, making sure my voice was light, even though my heart was suddenly beating like mad.

"I... ehm... I just want to say..." he said slowly, clearly embarrassed, "that it... that it was... so good."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said with that wry smile I knew he loved.

He grabbed me and kissed me. Hard. Intense. In a way that made me just melt.

"I love you," he whispered, staring into my eyes.

"I love you too," I said back. He looked into my eyes for a little while, as if searching for something. Then he slowly nodded and relaxed, giving me that boyish smile that had first won me over, despite him not being Korean... well, worse than that, being white.

We ate our breakfast, and neither of us mentioned last night again, but I was sure we were both thinking about it. At least I was.

I had gotten an idea...

---

David

I met Tom outside the elevator the next morning. It felt odd.

"Hey Tom, good work last night," I nodded at him, forcing myself to act naturally.

He gave me an angry glare and the tiniest of nods and mumbled, "thanks, boss."

We didn't say anything else as the elevator arrived and we moved into it, and while I made sure my face was impassive, I couldn't help checking him out out of the corner of my eye. He really was nothing special. A large, coarse-looking man. Large hands too. Not that that mattered in the slightest. I certainly didn't care about the size of his... hands.

When we reached our floor, I hurried out ahead of him.

Work was dull, as work is. I did notice that Tom's numbers were up - staying late yesterday (alongside my pep-talk about making better use of the time) had worked. A few months of working late every Wednesday, and he'd be up to square. And that was all I needed to think about the guy. I needed to shut down whatever else I was thinking about him and his checking out my wife. I needed to stay professional.

About an hour before I was heading home, I got an odd text from Jia: [You're about to get a message. Don't open it unless you're alone.]

What could it be? She was most likely at home by now - she was a librarian at the local library but only worked part-time, around 20 hours a week.

When the message came, I stood alone in my office, looking out my window, wondering what was going on... and boy was I glad I was alone when I did open it!

It was a picture of Jia, standing in front of our bathroom-mirror with her phone in her hand - obviously taking a selfie. She was wearing a short, orange skirt - so short it only reached halfway down her thighs, leaving a lot of her deliciously smooth skin bare. A white crop-top covered her breasts, though only barely, and it was so tight that they strained to break free, and it left her soft tummy bare.

Her nipples were impossible to miss through the thin fabric; they were hard and pointed right at me. She gave the camera - me - that sexy smile, biting her bottom-lip, and her dark eyes radiated sexiness.

And worst... or best?... of all: across the screen stood a text... a caption: 'Don't tell my husband I go out dressed like this!'

"Oh my God," I muttered. This was... this was unbelievable! Out of this world! I sat down at my desk, studying the image, committing everything to memory. I noticed her left hand on the counter and saw the flash reflected in her wedding-ring. The swell of her gigantic breasts, the way her white teeth stood against her dark-red lips, her cute belly-button that she sometimes talked about getting pierced...

I realized I had a raging hard-on. I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to go home to her, I wanted... fuck, I didn't know what I wanted.

Well, that wasn't true. I wanted her. Should I just leave already?

Was she even home - the text had said not to tell me she was going out like that. But that was obviously just a line thrown on to entice me. Right?

Right. It had to be.

But what if it wasn't?

But it was. Of course it was.

[Youre so unbelievably sexy!!!] I wrote back. But she didn't reply. No more texts, no more dirty pictures, not even an acknowledgement that she got my text. She left me on read. As if she really had gone out...

I didn't get much more done that day, instead I stared at my phone and debated what to do. In the end, I did leave work early - for the first time in forever.

And of course she was waiting for me at home, still wearing that sexy outfit. It looked even better in real life! Immediately when I saw her, I kissed her, my hands roaming her sexy body, wanting to touch her everywhere. I pushed the top up above her tits, groping her like a teenager. She really had the most beautiful breasts, the tan colour, the dark-brown aerolas and the small, hard nipples.

She led me to the bedroom - I tried to stop at the couch, thinking she was perhaps willing to explore some fun outside the bedroom but she insisted, and, honestly, I was in no mood to argue.

I pushed her down on the bed, and pulled her skirt up, showing off her long, sexy legs... and her black bush, covering her sacred cave. She wasn't wearing panties! For my modest wife to go commando was quite unheard of, so it came as quite the shock.

"You like?" she asked, all shyly but with this incredibly sexy smile.

"God yes!" I said. I moved my face in between her legs, hoping to taste my amazing woman for the first time but she closed her legs and put a hand on my head.

"Don't, David," she bade me, "it's... dirty."

I knew she showered regularly, and I had no doubt she kept herself clean down there but again, I wasn't going to argue. Instead I gave her a loving kiss on her stomach and used a finger on her. She was already quite wet so I quickly added another.

"Mhm, come here," she asked, and I was only too eager to obey. I got out of my clothes on my way, kissing her large, wonderful boobs and sucking on her nipples on the way up to her mouth that greeted me warmly.

My cock had been hard more or less since she sent me that picture... well, it seemed that way at least, and positioning me atop of her, I slid into her wet, wonderful pussy with no problems.

She moaned and I grunted, and it felt so good! She was wet and tight and wonderful, and I wanted to stay in her forever. But I also really wanted to make sweet love to her and cum in her.

"Oooh... David..." she sighed.

"You're so hot!" I whispered into her ear.

"Yeah? You liked it?" she asked, her beautiful eyes looking up at me.

"Of course! You're beautiful," I answered, "and you're, uh! dressed like a sex-goddess!"

"Ooh... you... do you think... Tom would like it?" she wondered in between moans.

Why would she ask that? I stopped what I was doing and stared down at her, noticing her naughty smile. It was just sex-talk, right? Was she playing me or was there more to it?

Either way, it was HOT as FUCK!

"GOD yes!" I groaned, "oh God, he'd... fuck, he'd love you in that!"

No more sweet love. I grabbed her hard and fucked her, her words echoing in my ears.

It didn't take long before my sweet wife was moaning loudly and writhing in orgasm, and I only barely managed to hold my own off long enough.

"He! Would! Love! IT!" I grunted as I fired my gun deep inside her and collapsed on top of her.

We lay there for a while, both of us gasping. It had been the best sex we'd had in something like forever. And honestly, that fact shamed me. Bringing that oaf into our bedroom - even if it only was in spirit - shouldn't affect us this way. Well, it was mostly me, I supposed, as Jia was mainly playing up to my twisted fantasies.

"You know I'm only doing this for you, right?" she said, echoing my thoughts.

"You are?" I asked, feeling a little let down. I thought she'd enjoyed herself.

"Oh. I... I don't mind I'm not not having fun." That old Jia-smile appeared on her lips, "I am! A lot! But... if... only if you're okay with it. No, not okay... only as long as you enjoy it."

"Yeah, I understand," I nodded, appreciating where she was heading.

"Because I love you," she told me earnestly, looking into me.

"I love you too... you're an incredible wife," I answered and kissed her.

---

Jia

Tonight certainly confirmed my suspicions. David wasn't happy. But he could be. I could make him happy, if I only made a little effort.

Okay, the picture had been a lot of effort. Not just the slutty clothes but the whole... sending naughty pictures to my husband. It wasn't that I didn't trust him but what if it ended up in the wrong hands. People's phones got hacked all the time.

And the words! I'd been shaking when I sent it to him, worried that he'd take it the wrong way and get upset. I'd been so relieved when he texted me back, but I couldn't think of anything more to write. Anything would be lame after a picture like that, so I just... didn't. Maybe it was mean but he seemed to like it.

I looked down at my beloved husband as he snored ever so slightly beside me. He was so handsome, even in his sleep. I loved him so much!

"If this is what you want, nae sarang, my love, then I'll make sure you get it..." I promised him. It felt like a solemn vow though I wasn't really sure what I was promising.

Then I snuggled up to him and I fell asleep too.

David

Over the next couple of days, life returned to normal. We had some fun sex during the weekend, but while I certainly was thinking ever so slightly about Tom and his clear interest in my wife, nothing out of the ordinary was mentioned.

And as a new week started, we seemingly moved away from all this Tom-nonsense. Which was for the best. Definitely.

I didn't want to bring it up again. Not only was I thoroughly embarrassed that she now knew, it would also feel incredibly needy. Even though she'd been cool with it, it seemed it was a one-time thing.

Wednesday came, and I locked the kinky thoughts away. Maybe one day, I wistfully thought to myself as I looked at Tom's numbers. There was a marked improvement, and I felt good about myself. Yeah, it was mean to make him stay late, but it'd have been meaner to fire him, right? I was teaching a man to fish, as the old saying went. At five, my secretary, Alice popped into my office.

"I'm off for the day, bossman," she said and her lips formed her trademarked cheeky smile of hers. She really was the treasure of the office - efficient, smart and hard-working... and also, I could admit to myself, damn cute - a secret thought I'd take to my grave.

"Sure," I answered and smiled back, "see you tomorrow."

"Don't work too hard now," she admonished me in a mock-stern voice and left. The large office-space emptied out, except for Tom of course. I ignored him, though a part of me was wondering if he was gonna stare at my wife again when she arrived.

Not that it mattered. It didn't. I'd locked that kink away, as I said.

It was just nice to know that other men found her attractive... for some reason.

I'd... better get back to work.

"Dinner's here!" At around quarter past six, my door opened, and Jia entered.

"Right on time, hon-" I interrupted myself as I looked up at her, really looked at her.

She was hot. Not just her useful, beautiful self but downright smoking. She was wearing insanely tight jeans that clung to her like a second layer of skin, letting me see every curve of her smooth thighs. She fully turned to close the door behind her, and I got the best view of her tight ass I'd ever had without her having to take some clothes off. And what an ass! Jia spent a lot of time in the gym, making sure it was well-toned and well-shaped.

She was even wearing heeled sandals. Not that tall but noticeable, and they gave her ass that extra je ne sais quoi that made it truly mouth-watering.

Her top was a blue one that showed a generous amount of cleavage, though nothing as scandalous as what had called me home early last week, and it did cover her stomach.

She was even wearing make-up. Well, she was usually wearing make-up but tonight she was wearing more make-up. Not slutty or anything but, again, it was noticeable that she'd made an effort. Red lips and dark eyeshadow.

She looked good.

"Evening dear," she smiled at me as she stalked into the room in that swaying, oh-so-sexy walk women have in heels. Mhm, just that sexy clack-clack sound on my wooden floor was arousing.

"I... wow! You look gorgeous, darling," I told her honestly, my eyes focused on her like a lion watching a particularly juicy gazelle.

"What, this old thing?" she grinned and pulled on her top - only a tiny bit but it allowed me to see juuust a little more of her big, beautiful boobs.

That old thing? Okay, I'd seen the sandals before, but I was pretty sure the top was new, and I knew I had never seen those jeans before. They were out-of-this-world sexy on her!

Which meant she'd been out clothes-shopping. And she'd chosen tonight to wear it -tonight of all nights; tonight when I was alone in the office, except for Tom. Tom, whom we already knew had a preference for my wife's derriere, was also going to see her in those jeans.

Wait, had she worn this at work? Of course, technically, there was nothing wrong with a dead-sexy librarian in skin-tight jeans (it had entire sections of porn dedicated to it, in fact), and it certainly would help with getting more traffic to the library but... had she really worn this to work?

There was no way. She had to have gone home and changed. She had worn this outfit just to show it off... and not to me.

To my bumbling coworker. To that ungrateful oaf who couldn't keep pace with the rest of my team. To that overweight, resentful fool who looked at me like I stole his lunch-money.

I got up, ignoring my quickly hardening dick and gave her a hug, a long tight hug, trying to tell her how I felt about her get-up without using words.

"I love you," I then told her and kissed her... Or I tried to, but she turned slightly and my lips touched her cheek instead.

"Don't smudge my make-up," she admonished me sternly, but with a smile to take the sting out of her words.

I gaped at her for a second before regaining my senses.

"Of-of course, honey," I croaked, not knowing how to react to that rejection.

"Well, you can have a little one," she relented and gave me a quick, closed-mouth peck on my lips.

"Eh... thanks?" I muttered, still not sure how to react.

"Well, eat your dinner while its hot," she smiled and turned and walked out of my office again, leaving the door open. My eyes were irresistibly drawn to her ass in those jeans, and I watched as it sashayed out my office and out into the greater office-area... where Tom was sitting.

As silently as I could, I moved to the door to watch her walk, and to see if he noticed. When she passed his cubicle, he stuck his head out and watched her. Watched the show she was putting on for him. I had no doubt in my mind she hadn't dressed up like this for me. She wanted that great big dolt to stare at her sexy behind, and she was putting on quite a show for my subordinate!

My heart was beating like crazy, my mouth was dry and my hands were shaking... and my dick was hard as a rock.

I wanted her so badly.

I wanted to run after her. To kiss her, really kiss her, to make sure she was mine, now and forever.

Instead, I stood silently and stared at the two of them, until she rounded the corner towards the elevators. Then I went back into my office to continue working... with the biggest hard-on I could remember.

---

"Oh David! Oh yes!" Jia cried under me as I hammered into her again and again. My every thrust sent a ripple through her, causing her great tits to shake in all manner of interesting ways. I was in a frenzy, having torn her sexy clothes off her the moment I came home and dragged her into the bedroom.

She'd been more than ready too, wet and eager and it'd taken no more than a few minutes from I closed the door behind me 'till I was inside her.

"You're so hot!" I gasped, "so sexy!"

"Yeah? You think... you think Tom thought so too?" she wondered and smiled up at me, her eyes twinkling.

"Ah! AH!" I groaned, "Yes! God, he loved... loved looking at you!"

She moaned loudly, caressing my forearms.

"Tell me more," she demanded, her dark eyes alight with a strange, teasing desire.

"Oh God, he... he watched your ass in those jeans...!" I exclaimed.

"But I'm... mhm... I'm your woman... and-ah! And he still stared at me..." she said, in between sounds of pleasure.

"Oh God!" I groaned, lust rushing through my body.

"And you just let him!" she continued.

"Yes! Yes, I let him," I admitted, shame and intense arousal mixed in my voice.

"Mhm... What ELSE do you... think he wants to do...?" she whispered in my ear.

Like last week, just the question had a profound effect. We both knew, of course, what a guy like Tom would do to a sexy woman like Jia. It was more than implied. But her making me say it out loud was intense.

"He wants to FUCK you!" I gasped. At this point I gave her all I had, fucking her like in a frenzy. I knew I couldn't last long like that, but I couldn't control myself anymore. She was driving me crazy!

"AH! You... you think so?" she moaned. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was fast and if I knew my Jia, she wasn't far from erupting either.

"I know so!" I groaned. Then a thought popped into my head. Something I wanted to say. I shouldn't though. How would she react? It was too crazy. It was going too far.

"He wants to fuck you with his BIG dick!" my mouth gasped. Oh fuck, did I say that? Shit, I did! And just as I had decided NOT to bring it up!

Jia's eyes widened in surprise and met mine. Then she closed them a let out a loud moan.

Was she into it? She might be. Or maybe she was playing along. Either way, it was hot!

"Ooooh..." my wonderful wife moaned, "yes, yes, more, more, more!"

More dick? More hard fucking? More dirty-talk about Tom... and his big dick? I didn't know, so I gave her a more of everything.

"Yes, he'd love to fuck my woman... fuck you with his big dick... make you cum on his huge dick!" I groaned and fucked her as hard and fast as I ever had. My words and the images they conjured in my head - not to mention my wife's tight, wondrous pussy - was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I had to slow down and think of something else, but I couldn't! It was sooo good!

"Oh YES!" my sexy wife cried and writhed in pleasure as she came. Hard. Intensely. Loudly.

"Fuuuck... take his big dick!" I cried as her orgasm triggered my own. As bliss rushed through me, I kissed her hard, my tongue swirling in her mouth. God, I loved this woman.

Hopefully, she hadn't heard that last thing though...

Now, did I know that Tom had a big dick? No. No, I did not. But he was a big guy so it stood to reason. And since I'd never know for sure, I could imagine it any way I wanted.

---

Jia

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world, you know?" my wonderful husband told me. He was looking at me with the most loving eyes I could remember.

"Oh, you," I grinned back at him, feeling pretty good about myself. I had just rocked his world after all, playing into his... fantasies.

It had been so weird! I had been so close to backing out so many times, and I'd stood at least five minutes outside the elevator, gathering courage to enter the cubicle-area where I knew Tom would be working.

I could still feel his eyes on me, studying me like a piece of meat, like something he'd like to possess. He'd ignored me when I brought the food (though I had a feeling he was looking at my ass once I'd passed his cubicle) but when I left David's office, he'd rolled his chair out of the cubicle and I was certain he'd been waiting for me. Oh, he'd pretended to look at his phone but I could tell; he was most definitely staring at my breasts.

And I'd just let him. Not just that, I'd played up it, moving slowly, seductively, letting him watch me.

It had been the strangest experience. But strangest of all - and not something I was willing to tell David - was the little twinge of excitement, I had felt. This was his deal, through and through but there had been a small part of me that enjoyed it.

I couldn't say why. I wasn't the least bit attracted to this man who, as my husband had pointed out countless times was neither attractive nor clever nor interesting. He was large and on all accounts, crude.

So where had that tiny, little warm feeling in my stomach come from? I was not a bad girl, and I had never gotten a kick out of men lusting after me before. I knew they looked, but I'd never cared... not like that. Only this time. It was strange.

"I really mean it. You're... you're fantastic," my husband told me quite earnestly and interrupted my musings. I gave him a kiss and scooted up against him, feeling the warmth coming from him. I'd always liked how his pale skin contrasted against mine. It looked good. Right.

For a while, I just rested against him, enjoying his closeness. Then I looked up at him and noticed this pensive expression. What was on his mind?

"What are you thinking, nae sarang?" I asked. I was never one to just wonder in silence. Not about David at least.

"Oh, I... I was just thinking about earlier... in the office," he muttered.

"When I dressed up like a sex-bomb for you and your coworker?" I teased him in a soft voice.

"Ah... yeah, that," he said and his cheeks coloured. He was so embarrassed about this! It was adorable.

"And when... when, you know, when I wanted to kiss you..." he managed to croak out.

"Hmm?" I wondered. What was he talking about, we hadn't kissed in the office.

"You... you didn't want to kiss me," he said. Not in an accusing tone or anything. I thought back to the office... so much had happened since then!

"You... you were worried I'd smear your make-up," he said, helping my memory along. Yeah, I had said that. My, that had been mean! No wonder he was hurt.

"I-" I began my apology.

"I don't know why," he interrupted, "but that... that drove me wild!"

"I'm- what?" I said, confused.

"It's insane, I know," he admitted, "but... the thought that... well, you wouldn't even let me kiss you, just so you could stay sexy for him... that... wow, that was some..." He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was so embarrassed but he still needed to tell me how much he had liked it.

Not that it made a lot of sense. He would rather I save myself for some stranger than enjoy himself with me? What?

Could I use this? Tease him somehow? He was telling me about it, so he obviously wanted me to use it, right?

I halfways contemplated spinning some tale about wanting to look good for Tom but... well, I was beat. My beloved husband had done me good, and I was more than sated for now. But I had a feeling if I ever was in the mood for some seriously good sex, this would be a good way to get it.

"Why? I asked. He blushed even deeper. As I said, adorable.

"I... I can't explain it," he said slowly, "but... it's like... Okay, I love you, right? And you love me?"

"Yes..." I said, non-plussed. This explained exactly nothing.

"And... and more than that, you're my wife. So if you... if you dress up, it should be for me, yeah?"

"Well, yes," I said, still not following.

"And then... when you, you know, do it, I mean dress up or... or whatever, for... for him, Tom, then it's like... boom!" He made a sound like an explosion and demonstrated his head blowing up with his hands, "insane. An absolute mind-fuck."

He looked at me, all eager. But he still hadn't explained anything!

"And... and you want that?" I asked, cautiously eyeing him.

He paused for a moment, suddenly looking thoughtful, before nodding solemnly.

"I can't explain it. He's not good enough for you - but the thought that you keeping your makeup un-smudged for him was more important than kissing me, your husband... it's wild. Beyond wild. But why? I can't... I just can't explain it."

Yeah, I got that, he'd said it like five times now.

But I loved him. And I would do a lot to keep him happy, even if I didn't understand it.

"It's okay, nae sarang," I smiled and hugged him, "as long as it makes you happy."

"You make me happy," he said as we hugged, "you're amazing."

---

David

The next day on my way home from work, I bought her a huge bouquet of flowers (pink lilies, her favourite) and a box of chocolate in an attempt to show her my gratitude. I imagined it was a difficult task to try and keep up with my weird fantasies, and she needed some appreciation.

I didn't say why, of course, but she knew. She always was smart, and she knew me better than anyone. Not that it was unheard of that I brought her flowers, but the timing would be too conspicuous.

Nevertheless, she was mightily pleased by the gesture, and that night we made sweet, sweet love, where no-one else was invited in. Just her and me and our love.

It was nice. It really was, and we shared a nice orgasm. I didn't need that kinky fantasy with that dolt Tom to enjoy my wife.

That was certainly good to know.

We had a normal weekend, and the start of the next week was also ordinary. We had a friend-couple over for dinner, and we relaxed, cleaned the house, everything was normal. Sure, we had more sex than before this whole thing began but it was normal sex. Did I think of Tom? Okay, maybe a little. Not much though. And Jia didn't bring him up once.

So it was safe to say, we weren't getting consumed by this new... thing.

That's what I thought when I went to work Monday. And it was still what I thought when I got a message from Jia after lunch.

It was a picture. Of her, of course, my darling, prudish wife. She was on her knees, her wonderful, dark eyes looking up at the camera while she was taking the selfie... and from what I could see she was wearing only a bra, and it was one of her sexy ones. Black with lots of push-up, it made her tits look soooo good!

Her mouth was wide-open with her tongue sticking out, and the caption under the screen read: 'Who's next? Just don't tell my husband!'

"Fuck, Jia!" I gasped. She looked so hot! So sexy, so slutty, so beautiful.

The picture was taken in our bedroom. Apparently, this was what she was doing before work. That crazy woman. That crazy, insanely hot woman!

[Oh my God, youre so sexy!] I wrote back and spent the rest of my break studying the picture in details. The swell of her breasts, the naughty spark in her eyes, the open mouth - symbolising oral, maybe? Not that I figured she'd changed her mind in that regard but the implication that she'd suck off other guys was immensely arousing.

She never wrote back though, so I had to bury my horniness in work... until I got back home, where we once again had pretty wild sex. She looked so sexy riding me while I told her how insanely hot the picture was.

So okay, yeah, this whole hotwife-cuckold-thing was maybe not out of our systems. I was doing way better with the Discord-server though, I didn't need it anymore, not when I had it in real life!

And I was very much looking forward to Wednesday. I was like a kid counting down to Christmas, wondering what she'd wear and how she'd act.

As Wednesday arrived and went and (almost all) my coworkers went home it suddenly dawned on me that there actually was a very real chance that Jia would just show up with food as if nothing special was going on - that she figured we were done with... with this now - or at least not doing it every Wednesday. Well, if that was how she felt, I'd accept that. I was not gonna pester her with my kinks. It'd be better to just let it die than to-

"Hello dear!" she interrupted my thoughts as she opened the door, "dinner's here."

Wow! She was a sight for sore eyes. Or horny eyes.

A thin, black skirt made of some kind of stretch fabric hung so tight around her ass and thighs it was a miracle she could walk in it. It hugged her, showing her off more than covering, and the heeled sandals from last week gave her an alluring walk that was sexy from this angle... I couldn't even imagine how her ass was looking right now! She was also wearing a black shirt with juuust the right amount of buttons undone to show off the top of her arousing cleavage. She was wearing some make-up again, heavy mascara to really make her eye-lashes pop and dark-red lip-stick.

In short, she was a vision!

"Jia, God! You look... amazing!"

She just smiled at me, a smile that clearly said she already knew that.

"You like it then?" she wondered in a low, provocative voice as she sauntered into the room and put the bag of food on my desk. I didn't even look at it, being too busy ogling my wife. The way the muscles in her thighs moved, the way her boobs fell ever so slightly forward and gave me a glimpse of her deeper cleavage when she bent over to place the bag.

"I... yeah!" I said enthusiastically and got up and gave her a hug. My hands, all on their own, of course, placed themselves on her butt instead of around her waist.

She had such a nice ass. Round and firm, and I couldn't help but squeeze it. But she grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands off her.

"That's not for you tonight," she chided me, giving me an intense look as she spoke.

Her words felt like a bucket of cold water to my face... and a roaring fire in my pants. I gaped at her for a few seconds then shut my mouth and nodded.

"Can... can I at least have a kiss?" I asked, remembering last week when she didn't want her make-up smudged... and kinda hoping for a repeat. Even to me it seemed disturbed to be hoping for a rejection but here we were.

"A quick one," she agreed, still keeping her eyes on mine, "the lip-stick is still fresh, I don't want it ruined."

And then I got a quick kiss. Hardly more than a breeze of her soft lips on mine before they were gone again. Less than nothing in a way but still so, so much.

"Thank... thank you," I croaked. She smiled, a little condescendingly, maybe, before leaning in and whispering in my ear: "I hope you enjoy this!"

I felt a sudden pain in my earlobe, as her sharp teeth bit into it, then she turned and stalked away, and I was left, staring at her ass as it swayed out of my office.

As before, I quietly followed her to the door, where I could see my subordinate appreciate the charms of my wife. Her walk, the way the skirt hugged her ass... the knowledge that Tom would see this in just a few moments

Then I heard Tom's wolf-whistle. He was wolf-whistling my wife as if she was some common slut on the street and not his boss' wife! I ought to go out there and give that asshole a piece of my mind!

Instead, I quietly closed the door and sat at my desk. She had left me a bag from McDonald's but I wasn't hungry. Well, not for food, at least.

---

Jia

When I heard the demeaning whistle, I got all confused. My heart was already beating hard with doing... whatever it was I was doing for David, and now this? It was 2025, women shouldn't still be subjected to that kind of male arrogance! In the library, on my safe ground, I'd give this neanderthal a piece of my mind, but... well, in this skirt, in this shirt, I was so very far out of my comfort-zone, I had really no idea how to react. What should I do? What would David want me to do? Should I ignore him? Confront him? Thank him?

All these thoughts ran through my head almost instantaneously, and I halted my steps. I stood for a second, quickly pondering my options before I turned around.

Tom Jefferson, my husband's fool of an employee was staring at me with a wolfish grin. That expression of arrogance stoked a fire in me, and I stomped up to him.

"You really think that's appropriate?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said in a slow, deep rumbling voice and held his hands up, palms out, "I meant no offence."

"No offence? What else could you have meant but offence?" I demanded.

"Nah, nah, it's a compliment!" he explained with a wide grin, his eyes roaming my body.

"A compliment?" I repeated, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded, "when I see a beautiful woman, I give her a compliment."

"Is that so?" I mused and for some reason felt my cheeks flush, "so I should thank you?" That didn't come out as the ice-cold scolding I had intended. I had actually sounded genuine, and I could see that he took as such.

"Nono, no thanks necessary. Hah, I should be thanking you!" he laughed, "for... eh, brightening up the office." His eyes again roamed my revealing clothes and settled on my boobs. He was quite a big man, so him sitting and me in my heels meant that they were about eye-level with him.

It was impossible not to notice him staring, but instead of giving him a piece of my mind, I crossed my arms across my chest, just under my breasts, which, of course, just pressed them further together and up, making my cleavage even more obvious. He smiled widely at my gesture, and I flushed a bit harder.

This is for David, I told myself and ignored the tingle of excitement in my stomach. Or did it originate a little further south than my stomach? Wherever it was, I ignored it. It didn't mean anything.

"You're his wife, ain't you?" he asked and nodded towards the door to David's office.

"Yes, yes, I am. I just brought him some food," I said, "and you're Tom, right?" I knew that of course but he didn't need to know that. He nodded.

"How nice of you. How a boy like him got a woman like you..." he shook his head at the unfairness of the world.

"That boy is your boss," I pointed out, in what should have been a cold voice but came out more playful than planned. I'd meant to put him in his place, not tease him.

"Pah, I know. Daddy got him a cozy job and he's been lording over us ever since," he replied bitterly.

"You know," I said and unconsciously bit my lower lip, "if I told my husband how you talk about him, I don't think he'd be very happy... You might just be looking for a new job very suddenly." It was pretty ballsy of him to talk about David like that... to me, of all people. Did he not care, did he not believe David could fire him or what?

"Ah, but you're not gonna tell him," he said and leaned in conspiratorially. Was that it? Did he believe he and I were in cahoots or something? That it was the two of us against my husband? How stupid was he?

"I'm not?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no... you like a few secrets, don't ya?" he smiled at me. What would David want me to do here? Ignore him?

No... he'd like me to play along, wouldn't he?

"Hmm... maybe I do..." I admitted and bit my lower lip.

"Yeah, you do," he nodded with a cocky grin.

"Well, I guess you'll see whether my husband fires you tomorrow or not," I smiled at him, "but now... I gotta go."

"Yeah. Yeah, I should get back to work too. Otherwise, somebody's gonna throw another tantrum..."

He really liked talking derogatorily about my husband, didn't he?

"Can't have that," I muttered and turned to leave.

"Wait, what's your name?" he asked loudly before I'd taken more than two steps. He'd been working for my husband for at least a year, but he didn't know the name of his wife? Not good with sucking up to the boss, it seemed. But I already knew that.

"Jia," I said over my shoulder and caught him staring unapologetically at my butt, "Jia Martinsen."

"Pretty name, Jia," he said and showed me his teeth in that predatory smile he had, "for a pretty girl." A shudder ran down my spine, and I had to hurry out of the room.

---

David

I shut the door behind me and hurried through the apartment, looking for Jia. God, I needed her so badly. She looked so hot in that outfit! I was gonna rip it off her. Or, rather, that skirt was so short, I could just pull it up over her magnificent ass and take her. That should save me a good thirty seconds.

"Oh, hey dear," she greeted me calmly from the couch when I entered our small living-room.

Only, she wasn't wearing that insanely hot skirt and shirt-combo. She had a loose, pale-green shirt on that hung down past her waist and a pair of old faded jeans. Not the sexy ones she'd been wearing last Wednesday, that was certain.

"You... you changed?" I asked, suddenly all confused. She'd washed her face too, the sexy make-up was gone. Not that her face wasn't pretty but... well, this wasn't what I was expecting. She'd even exchanged her heeled sandals with her warm and decidedly unsexy panda-slippers.

She looked down at herself.

"Well, yes," she agreed.

"I... but..." I tried, not knowing how to react now that Christmas had been cancelled.

"Oh. Well, nae sarang," she said and made a what-a-shame-face, "I kinda wore it for Tom," she gave a shrug, "sorry." She fiddled with her nose-stud as she looked at me.

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. For a long second I just stood there, staring at her. She looked so serious.

"Sorry," she said again, "I thought you knew." She bit her lower lip and gave me a look. A look that made me jump her and attack her mouth with my own. I kissed her like never before, hard, demanding. Her lips parted before mine and our tongues danced, and I was so in love with this woman!

I tried to open the top button in her shirt but it was a stubborn bastard, and it wouldn't open.

"Let me," she said but I snarled and ripped the damn thing open. Buttons jumped everywhere, rattling on the coffee-table and the floor, wherever they landed.

"David!" she breathed, her beautiful almond-eyes wide open, but I didn't care. It was an ugly shirt anyway, and it'd been in the way between me and her lovely tits.

She was still wearing that sexy, black bra she'd worn for Tom. It had a lot of push-up and gave her the sexiest cleavage, and I buried my face in it.

"Let's move this to the bedroom," she suggested.

"No," I said, "we stay here," I said it determined, forcefully even and she furrowed her brows.

"David..." she began, her hands on my chest. Not that she was pushing me away, but she was certainly trying to get control of the situation.

"It's our house, Jia. It doesn't matter if we're in the bedroom or on the couch. And I want to fuck you here and now," I declared and unbuttoned her jeans. Luckily, they came off easy, and it didn't take long before I pulled them down her ass. She helped, though she still looked a little doubtful.

A tiny pair of black panties met my eyes, barely hiding anything. The black colour looked so good against her golden skin but I didn't have time to enjoy the aesthetic, so I pushed it out of the way and found her magical little button hidden beneath her black curls.

"Mhm..." she sighed and surrendered whatever resistance she'd held. I played with her clit, got her good and wet - though she seemed quite ready already. I suspected Jia found our little games quite interesting in her own way. I paved the way with first one then two fingers, making her gasp and moan.

"Fuuuck..." I growled not long after when I sunk my iron-hard dick into her warm, wet secrets. It felt strange, not being in the bed. The couch-back made it uncomfortable but it felt... kinky... doing it in the living-room.

"Oh David..." she sighed.

It was not gonna be a long, sweet and tender act of loving. This was gonna be hard and good.

"Ngh... I can't believe... you dressed up for... that man!" I said in between hard thrusts into my darling wife.

"Oh! Oh! He's... he's not so... bad..." she moaned, meeting my thrusts.

"How would... you know?" I wondered.

"Mhm, I talked to... him..." she admitted.

I stopped mid-stroke and looked down at her. She smiled wickedly up at me, clearly pleased with how her surprise had caught me off guard.

"What? When!?" I asked, my dick still half-way buried in her.

"After I dropped your food off," she said and moved her pelvis up and down, trying to restart me. It did feel good but I needed to know what had happened.

"Tell me!" I demanded, holding my breath in anticipation of her answer. What had happened!?

"Make love to me," she replied, "and I might tell you..."

I did. I slid into her again, making her sigh in pleasure, but I moved way slower than before.

"He... well, he whistled at me..." she told me, "so I went back to... to tell him off..."

"And? Did you yell at him?" I asked, a mixture of shame and arousal welling up inside me. After all, I had heard the wolf-whistle too, and I should have been the one to tell him to go fuck himself.

"Ah... no, not... not as such..." she said, "we... mhm, that's so good..."

"What? What?!" I needed to know!

"Ah... well, we... talked..." she admitted.

"What did you say? What did he say?" I wanted to know.

"Oh, you know... this and that..." she didn't explain, instead she closed her eyes, just enjoying herself.

"Tell me!" I growled and grabbed her shoulders hard and using that hold to hammer my dick into her as hard as I could.

"OH!" she gasped, "Oh wow, that's good! Oh, more..."

"Tell me!" I demanded again and kept hammering into her. My orgasm was quickly rising, fueled by her secrets and the hard way I took my wonderful wife.

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh!" she cried and her face twisted in pleasure. She liked my rough treatment too, it seemed, as evident by her orgasm.

"Fuck! Jia! What! Did! You! AHHHH!" I never finished my sentence but came instead, spurting my jizz into her welcoming pussy. I all but roared my excitement out into the living-room, as my entire world was rocked by pleasure. I rolled off her and we lay next to each other in a rather uncomfortable position - our couch wasn't that big.

"So... what did you talk about?" I wondered after a little while.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she grinned at me and gave me a knowing look.

"I would!" I admitted.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," she yawned, "find something good on Netflix, would you?"

"Goddamn!" I muttered but did as she asked.

---

It wasn't until the next night that she told that she'd flirted a little with Tom. That sparked another round of love-making, though less intense and more caring, with a couple of nice orgasms as a result.

She also told me that Tom didn't hold me in the highest regard, though she didn't tell me precisely what he'd said, and she also made me promise not to say or do anything.

Despite her swearing me to secrecy, I appreciated her telling me. Her having a secret had been hot during the fucking but it would be poisonous long-term if she started keeping things from me.

---

Jia (next Wednesday)

These new heels were hell to walk in. They were taller than anything else I owned, and I'd never really gotten the hang of stilettos. Thankfully, YouTube was full of guides, and I'd found a really excellent one for heels. Always heel down first, then the toe, and one foot directly ahead of the other to get that sexy, swaying walk. It was a lot of work, and they made my ankles ache.

It was worth it though, as I just knew they would drive David mad, and, well... I was pretty sure Tom would like them too. Not that that should matter. It didn't matter. I was here to make David jealous, nothing else. Tom didn't matter.

Still, it wouldn't hurt if he liked my outfit too. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be appreciated. Nothing at all.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't the boss' wife herself, Jia," came the uncut voice of my newest admirer, "and she's looking fiiine tonight!" He was sitting in his cubicle but not pretending to work or use his phone. Rather, he seemed to have been waiting for me.

He studied me appreciatively, and I knew he was right. I was looking fine.

I wore a simple grey dress. It wasn't deep-cut or short or anything naughty like that. It was just tight. It stretched around me like a second skin and my trusty, black push-up bra made my boobs very noticeable - Tom's eyes were glued to them.

Besides these damn heels - that made my butt look so good by the way, the boys were gonna go mad for it - I was also trying something new and exciting: around my neck, I wore a lace choker. I'd seen girls wear them and never thought much about it but when I was shoe-shopping earlier, I came across some, and... for some reason they spoke to me, so I bought one.

It looked sexy on me. I made me look... vulnerable. Submissive. The constant, mild pressure on my neck and throat was a continuous reminder that it was there, and it made me tingle all over.

"What, no whistle tonight?" I asked with a raised eye-brow when I stopped in front of Tom. He grinned and whistled at me.

"Thank you, thank you," I said and gave a little, mocking bow.

"Man, you're looking good, girl," he told me, "fine as hell. There's something about a girl in heels, ya know? Especially a little Asian babe."

I shrugged modestly, not knowing what to do with the casual race-remark. It was skirting the borders of racism but I had feeling that Tom held some intolerant views anyway. While that should have turned me off from the whole thing, it just made it more taboo, more... wrong. Besides, it wasn't like I was trying to date him or anything. He was just a pawn in a game, David and I were playing.

He grinned and gave me yet another elevator-look.

"What are those tattoos?" I wondered, when his eyes on me started to feel a little uncomfortable.

"What this?" he asked and pointed at his right wrist where a long, black edge was circling his arm and disappearing up beneath his shirt, "it's nothing, really, just a cool pattern." He rolled his shirt up at bit so I could see the line branch out into various edges and swirling around his arm.

"It goes all the way up here," he told me and pointed at his shoulder and collarbone, "wanna see?"

I thought about that for a quick second. David would want me to see, wouldn't he? He'd love if I could tell just how Tom's tattoos looked. And how Tom's arms looked. Ignoring the tickling feeling in my lower-body, I shrugged and nodded - I didn't want to come off as too eager.

He grinned and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off and the t-shirt right after, leaving his large torso uncovered. Suddenly I was standing here at my husband's work with an older, half-naked man. This hadn't been the plan, how had it happened?

Ignoring the little voice inside me that told me to get out of here, I swallowed hard and focused on the drawings on his arms. His large, muscular, powerful arms, so unlike my slender husband's.

He wasn't actually as fat as he looked, the shirt was just really unflattering. Not that he was lean either, and that beer-gut was pretty far from appealing, but I could easily see his arm-muscles, especially as he just happened to flex while I was studying the tattoos that swung across his biceps and up his shoulder and ended in a sort of arrow-form at his collar-bone. Honestly, it was a well-done tattoo, and it had a kind of menace about it that I found I liked, in a strange sort of way.

"They're nice," I told him.

"Not quite like the boy at home, huh?" he smirked with a very pleased look in his eyes.

"No, David doesn't have tattoos," I said, playing dumb.

"That's not what I meant," he told me and flexed again. Against my will, my eyes were drawn to his large upper arm where the muscle contracted and grew to impressive size.

"Very nice," I muttered under my breath.

"Heh, thanks," he grunted, "see something you like, eh?"

Oops, I hadn't meant for him to hear that. I could feel my face grow hot, and I didn't know what to do now. All flustered like I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't, I looked down, avoiding his eyes. Then I saw the bag with food I was still holding.

"Right, I forgot, I, eh... brought you some food," I mumbled and looked back up at him.

"You did?" he asked unable to cover his surprise.

"Yeah. I mean, it's... it's my husband that's keeping you here, thought it was the least I could do..." I fished up a couple of tin-foil packets and put them on the table next to him, careful not to look at him.

"Thank you," he said, more softly than I'd have expected.

"It's just a couple of tacos," I shrugged.

"Still, mighty sweet of ya. Hot AND kind," he shook his head sadly, "you're wasted on a fellow like..." he nodded towards the closed door to David's office.

"Be nice," I scolded him but softened the words with a smile. He had paid me a compliment, even if he was trash-talking my husband. What would David want me to do in this situation? Anyone else saying something like that about him, we'd have words. Big, angry words. But this whole situation was so confusing! I had a feeling that David would find it arousing, and that made me unsure on how to proceed.

"I try..." he sighed, "but it ain't easy."

We stood at little both of us unsure how to proceed. Then his eyes were unavoidably drawn to the clear outline of my breasts through my tight dress.

"I'm thinking I'm sitting here, almost naked," the large man said to me slowly, briefly meeting my eyes before refocusing on my boobs, "how'd you think your hubby would like that?"

"I'm thinking maybe he doesn't have to know," I lied with a wry smile. I was very much gonna tell David about this, and I was sure he'd like it just fine. Juuust fine...

"Well, you should feel free to, eh... follow my example..." he said with a smirk, and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, what, this isn't enough?" I asked, sarcasm heavy in my voice and gesture to my sexy dress that put me on display for his benefit. Well, his and David's...

"Oh, it's more than enough," he grinned, his eyes fixed on my bust, and I felt the need to cover myself. I didn't though, just let him stare, and that strange tickling-sensation increased.

"You know," he said and slowly got up, "first... I thought you got all dressed for hubby... that you and him were having fun these days when he's 'working' late..."

He was towering above me, even in my heels, and my heart was beating like crazy. My mouth was dry and for some reason my eyes kept returning to his upper arm... to study the tattoo, of course.

"Both last week and the week before, you were looking seriously dangerous..." he went on and took a step towards me, invading my personal space. I fought the urge to take a step back and stood my ground.

"But you were only in there like a minute or something, and, well, even if little David is a fast-shooter, I'd imagine it'd take a little longer than that..."

He was so close! His musky, masculine smell overwhelmed me and made it hard to think. I tried to swallow but there was nothing to swallow. What should I do? Should I walk away? What would David want... what did I want?

"So I'm thinking," Tom, who my husband called an oaf but whose presence had become so strong, said, "that it might just be for... MY benefit..."

And all of a sudden, his arms were around me... and his mouth was pressed against mine.

What was happening!?

I tore myself free and took a quick step back, nearly toppling over in my damn heels, and looked at him with huge eyes. What had happened? This wasn't right! What was I doing, what should I do now? I was all confused and scared but there was still an exciting edge to that fear, an edge that was all new and completely foreign.

"I... I..." My mouth tried to form words, but nothing came out. My entire body was shaking and my heart was beating so hard in my chest that he might be able to hear it.

"Very nice..." he said and licked his lips, like real slow and deliberate.

I turned around and fled, walking as fast as I could in these damn shoes.

This had all gone wrong somehow! I was just gonna tease him and then me and David could have some fun when we got home, and now he'd kissed me, and he shouldn't have done that! So why could I still feel his lips against mine - and why the hell were my nipples so hard that I was glad I had worn a bra so he hadn't seen them!?!

"Mhm, I just looove watching you walk, girlie..." came his voice

My face burned as I walked away, and yet I still made sure to sway my butt with every step, giving him the show I came here to put on.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked to my husband's office-door and went inside without looking back.

"Jia, I - wow!" my beloved husband said, his eyes huge as he stared at me - in much the same way that Tom had. I sure knew how to get boys' attention.

"Hello, dear. Working hard?" I smiled at him, that special smile that's just for him. Behind it, I was working hard to calm myself. That... that man had actually kissed me!

Should I tell David? He'd want to know, right?

But how should I tell him...? Could... should I use it, somehow - tease him with it? He'd like that rejection-stuff - it seemed my David had a thing for humiliation.

"I try. Hard not to be distracted when the most gorgeous woman alive walks through the door though," he grinned and gave me the elevator-look.

"Yeah?" I asked and slowly, sensually walked into his office. I stopped and slowly turned around, letting him see my back-side and even wiggled my behind for his benefit.

"Jia, you're incredible..." he marvelled and got up and hugged me. Well, I never got tired of hearing that so I hugged him back with a smile, pressing myself against him. But when he moved to kiss me, the most devilish idea struck me. And I just had to go for it.

---

David

"Sorry, dear," my sexy wife said with an innocent little smile as she turned her face away from me, avoiding my lips. She took a step back, intensely studying my face and biting her bottom lip as she dropped the next bomb-shell on me:

"Tom just kissed me, and... well, I want to savour it for a while."

At first, I didn't understand; her words just didn't make sense. Then, as her meaning sunk in, I felt my eyes grow wide and huge and I stood there, gaping at her, like a fish on land.

"I... I... what did...? I mean..." I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

She looked doubtful for a moment, then her smile reformed, sexier, more radiant.

"You heard me," she said in a low purr, like nothing I'd heard from her before.

"Oh wow," I breathed, my world suddenly spinning. Did that mean... what had they done? He had kissed her? How had that happened? She moved closer to me and squeezed my upper-arm.

"He took off his shirt, too. That man has some serious arm-muscles..." she breathed into my ear.

"Oh God, Jia," I said, my world getting more disturbed by her every word. Why had he taken off his shirt!?

She reached down and cupped my crotch, and we both noticed my iron-hard dick. She gave me a little smirk.

"Do you like that? That I know, that I've seen what he's hiding under his shirt?" she asked in a low murmur, one hand still on my arm, the other on my dick.

"I... yes..." I admitted thoroughly shaken. She knew anyway, no way she couldn't figure out why I was harder than steel right now. God, it was embarrassing! God, it was HOT!

"And... given how much bigger his arms are..." the hand on my bicep gave me a little squeeze, "I wonder... is everything... bigger?" I felt her hand caress my hard dick, so there was no misinterpreting what she meant. Her eyes were laser-focused on mine as she spoke those naughty, forbidden words, reading my reaction.

"Oh God, Jia!" I gasped, and despite what she'd just told me, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug and kissed her hard. She kissed me back, no longer pretending she didn't want to.

I wanted to tear her clothes off and have her right here and now but I'd have to wait till tonight when I got home. Too soon she broke the kiss and gave me a naughty little smile.

"I should probably let you get back to work," she said.

"I... yeah, I guess," I agreed reluctantly, "but how did-"

"I'll tell you later, at home," she interrupted me and gave me a last, quick kiss before she put the bag of food on my desk and walked back towards the door. There she stopped and looked back at me over her shoulder with another smile on her red lips.

"He knows I'm dressing up for his benefit," she told me.

"He does? Eh, does he-?" I stuttered.

"He has no idea you're in on it, no," she explained and opened the door and walked out, leaving me staring at that sexy ass. Wow, that dress was so tight around her butt, it made my mouth water. I was sure as hell Tom was liking it too.

Shit, I couldn't believe they had kissed! But Jia wouldn't make something like that up, so it had happened. It was so crazy! My mind was jumping all over the place as I silently moved to the door to see them interact as she left. I heard her heels clack on the hard floor, as she made her way past the cubicles.

"Mhm, there's that fine girl!" Tom's crude words were hard and loud in the empty office and made my heart skip a beat as he no doubt enjoyed the view of my wife leaving.

I couldn't make out Jia's words but they weren't the stern scolding it ought to have been - her voice was soft, teasing even.

"Haha, for now, maybe!" I heard his harsh words and wondered what she'd said.

---

Jia

"What, you think you can steal me away from him or something?" I asked skeptically. I crossed my arms across my chest and raised an eye-brow, really letting him know how preposterous that notion was. At least he'd gotten dressed while I was in David's office. Not that it mattered how much clothes he wore. It didn't.

"Well..." he said slowly and scratched his chin, "you didn't tell him about our little kiss, now did you?" He smiled widely at me, and I felt my cheeks flush - though not for the reason he thought. After all, I had told David about it - and he'd loved it.

"Didn't think so," this big, oafish man said, overly pleased with himself and slowly stood up, "see, here's what I think. I think the good little Jia-girl here doesn't want to be good all the time..." he took a step towards me, and I had a clear feeling of déjà vu. The good girl in me told me to take a step back; to protect my personal space but I stood my ground. Granted, his towering presence made me nervous, but at the same time it was exciting. Unpredictable. What was going to happen next? Was he gonna kiss me again?

I didn't know, and it was exciting not knowing! Still, if it hadn't been for David, none of this would be happening. Why, Tom was nothing compared to David - he was slow, arrogant, brutish. Completely opposite my clever, handsome and gentle husband.

So why was my heart speeding up when this huge man stepped up close to me.

"I... I am a good girl," I defended myself, "no, I mean, I'm a good woman. I'm a good wife!"

"Are you? Then why are you letting me kiss you?" his voice was full of triumph, and I'd have liked to give him a piece of my mind, but unfortunately, I could no longer speak, since his mouth was pressed against mine.

We were kissing again. Oh no, we were kissing again! This had not been part of the plan, I only meant to tease him. Gosh, now he was hugging me! This really wasn't okay! Women weren't his for hugging and kissing just because he wanted to. I was a person, I had the right to be asked if I wanted to be kissed and hugged...

And yet I said nothing. Why?

I couldn't help but notice how different it felt from David. His huge arms were enveloping me and his mouth was aggressive and pressed against mine in a demanding fashion that I wasn't used to. Oh my, what should I do, what should I do? What would David want me to do?

"I've wanted to feel this ass for weeks now," he mumbled into my mouth and I felt his big hands on my butt. He pressed me against him, my boobs getting squished against his broad chest.

That butt was only for David's hands, I'd promised to forsake all others when we married, and yet here I stood, getting kissed and felt up.

Did I ever make the conscious decision to kiss him back? I couldn't say. But as the kiss stretched out and time sort of melted away, I found myself doing just that, even opening my mouth to let his tongue in. My hands, seemingly on their own, found their way to his upper-arms where he happily flexed his biceps for me.

That tickling sensation I had had in my stomach and... lower parts... was replaced by full-on arousal. I was horny! Kissing this beast of a man was turning me on, gods help me.

When we finally broke the kiss, he looked down at me with the most infuriating grin.

"I knew I could melt the ice-queen," he said to me. And kissed me again, not giving me any chance to object.

That presumptuous ox! How dare he talk to me like that!

And why, for the love of all that is holy, did it turn me on like that!? Because it did. His hands groping my buttocks, his lips on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth... it was causing something of a sensory overload, and everything seemed to converge between my legs. Oh dear, if only he'd touch me there!

Where had that thought come from? I did not want that! I... really, I didn't want any of this. It was only for David.

"I... I gotta go," I mumbled as I broke the kiss. He didn't try to stop me as I took a step back, out of his embrace and hurried down the corridor, all but running for the elevator. No time for sexy walk now, I had to get out of here before... well, best not to think about that. I just had to get out of here!

"See ya soon, Jia-girl!" he called after me, and the mirth in his words only added to my embarrassment.

And my arousal, for some reason. Why did that cocky bastard have this effect on me? I liked nice men, men like David who were sweet and kind and handsome. Not ogres who groped and kissed without invitations!

I ignored the little voice in the back of my mind that suggested that perhaps me dressing up for his sake had been all the invitation he'd needed...

---

David

They'd been kissing. I was sure of it. I didn't dare get a look but those were definitely two people kissing.

Christ, what had I started!? I was so excited, so aroused, so, so... out of my goddamn mind! The rest of the evening, I tried to focus on whatever work I had to do, but my mind kept going back. After a few hours, I decided to cut my losses and get out of here. I needed to get home to Jia, I needed her so badly!

When I finally made it home, I rushed in, searching for my wonderful wife.

I found her in the living-room, sitting in the couch, like last time - when we'd finally had sex outside of the bedroom, I remembered gleefully. She'd changed out of her sexy dress, wearing her unsexy terry clothed bathrobe instead. She'd washed the makeup off her face and sadly taken off that damn sexy little collar-thingie she'd worn in the office. That had been hot!

Only then did I notice her expression. She didn't have that teasing look in her eyes she had had last time, and there was no knowing smile on her lips. Instead, she looked nervous and was fidgeting with the stud in her nose.

"Hey honey," I said and hurried to her and gave her a hug.

"He kissed me," she told me, her eyes large and worried.

"I know," I answered and hugged her tighter.

"No," she shook her head and pulled away from me, "again. After I left your office. He... he kissed me, and not just a little one, like before." She looked at me guardedly, trying to gauge my reaction.

"I know. I... I heard," I admitted with a feeling of shame spreading through me. I knew and hadn't even considered stopping them.

She nodded slowly. She didn't seem overly surprised by this. Not angry or relieved either though.

"Are you okay?" I asked simply.

"Yeah. Yeah," she said, gathering herself, "there's just... a lot going on in here right now." She pointed at her temple.

"Tell me, please."

"It's... well, he didn't even ask! And he just... just groped my butt, like... like it was his right. I mean, I'm a married woman, and he just assumed I'd be okay with him kissing me and groping my butt!" Her voice rose as she talked herself warm.

"I mean where does he come off, groping me like that! And kissing me, and just assuming I'd be okay with it. Liking it even!"

I couldn't keep my mouth shut and interjected: "Well, did you?"

"What?"

"Like it. Did you?"

Her face flushed red, and she avoided my eyes, giving me a very clear answer.

"Well, that is neither here nor there," she declared, voice shriller than usual.

I leaned in and kissed her, interrupting whatever else she was about to say. Her lips tasted sweet, and I could never get enough of the soft feel of them. She only reluctantly kissed me back - like she knew, I was stopping her from making more objections.

"I think it's so damn hot that you kissed - that he kissed you, and you let him," I said slowly and honestly, "but... only if you're okay with it. If you're not - if he attacked you or forced himself on you, he's out of a job first thing tomorrow, and I'm calling the cops right now."

She looked at me for a second, then looked away.

"No, don't... don't do that."

I knew it. She did like it, she had wanted it!

I hid my grin and hugged her again, my mind reeling. She had liked it, she was into it! I loved her so much, but the thought of her in the arms of my simple underling was too damn hot!

"Okay. So... and please be honest here. Is the problem that he kissed you or... that you liked it?"

I searched her face for answers but she was trying to keep her face neutral when she suddenly exclaimed: "It's not whether I liked it or not, it's that he's so damn cocky about it!" She furrowed her eyebrows and her hand went to her nose-stud again.

"But... did you maybe also like that? Just a bit?" I asked her softly in her ear.

She turned and looked at me. Then a small smile slowly appeared, and she bit her lower lip.

"Okay, maybe... a little," she admitted, she flushed and looked away.

I kissed her again and again, and pushed her down on her back, so I could lay a top of her and kiss her some more.

"Tell me what happened," I asked her breathlessly in between kisses.

"You know what happened..." she answered coyly.

"Maybe," I admitted, "but I'd really like to hear you tell me." I kissed her again and pushed my tongue into her mouth, playing with hers. It sent bolts of lightning through my entire body to think that Tom had done that just a few hours ago.

"Well..." she said slowly, again watching me, gauging my reaction, "he said something stupid, something to provoke me, and I answered and, maybe teased him a bit..."

"What did you say?" I interrupted, eager to get all the details.

"Ehm, something like... don't forget I'm your boss' woman or... or something like that. And he laughed and said for... for now," her mouth curled in displeasure, "really the gall of that man!"

Slowly, I parted the bathrobe and found her large, naked breasts - she wasn't even wearing a bra. While she kept talking I gently cupped her them, loving the soft feel of them and played with her nipples that quickly hardened.

"And then... and then he got up, said I wanted to be a bad girl, and before I knew it, he was kissing me! And groping my butt!"

She was breathing heavier, while I kept paying attention to her nipples.

"And... and how did it feel?" I asked.

Silence answered me. Then she bit her lower-lip and said: "I guess... I guess it turned me on. A little."

"God, you're hot!" I kissed her again, I needed more of this wonderful woman!

I opened the bathrobe the rest of the way - she wasn't wearing panties either - and tenderly touched her pussy.

She was already wet.

I didn't comment on this, just slid a finger into her and enjoyed the sharp intake of breath she took.

"It freaked me out though," she admitted, "mhm, that feels good.... I don't-don't know how long we kissed but it... ah... it got too much, and I just had to get out of there."

"That's so hot," I whispered in her ear. I was kinda repeating myself but I couldn't really think of anything else to say. Another finger slipped up into her warm, wet folds and my thumb found her clit, and she rewarded me with a lustful moan.

"I wish I could have seen it," I continued while pleasuring her, "you, beautiful, strong, sexy letting yourself be kissed by that big, lazy, lumbering dolt. Real-life beauty and the beast-situation."

"Only 'cause you want it," she reminded me - or reassured herself, maybe.

"Oh yeah, it was just what I wanted!" I agreed.

"Good. Then stop talking and make love to me!" she demanded. And what kind of husband would I be if I refused?

---

Jia

David was snoring slightly beside me but I couldn't fall asleep. We'd gone to bed not long after our love-making, even though it was still early. David had been worn out, it seemed.

Sleep eluded me though. All manner of thoughts and images kept turning in my head. Mostly the kiss, well the second kiss, and my reaction to it. I had expected to be detached from it all... well, honestly, I hadn't expected to be kissing him at all! And that was another thing that was frightening. I was a lot less in control than I should be... should have been.

As David had pointed out, Tom was hardly in my league. I worked hard to take care of myself; excersising, eating right, more creams and lotions than David could ever understand... Tom on the other hand didn't seem to work hard at anything. Well, except seducing his boss' wife.

No, scratch that. He didn't even work hard at seducing me either! He just expected me to be grateful for a kiss and a peek at his tattooed arms with the large, rippling muscles...

I was getting side-tracked and forced myself to refocus. Actually, his arms weren't that special either. I'd been hit on by guys ten times hotter at the gym more times than I could count, and I'd always just ignored them. What was going on with this particular guy?

Should we stop here before someone got hurt? It seemed the wiser. But David was so excited about our new game! And I had promised him... even if he had been asleep and didn't know about it.

And the sex was... definitely better this way. David had been really been fired up, and that fire spread to me. I'd climaxed twice before he finished, and they had both been hard... intense.

Well, we could continue the game a little longer. What was the harm? We loved each other, and that's all that mattered.

End Part I

Thanks for reading so far.

I hope you enjoyed it.

I do want to point out though, that I know next to nothing about Korean or corporate American culture, so I've taken liberties along the way. I hope this doesn't insult anyone, as this was never my intent.