CuckoldFart Posted November 1, 2021 Report Posted November 1, 2021 The Key (cuckold, boss, owned wife) by Don Jetman (a new short story in my Hotwife Confessions series) *** I lay on our bed as she tried dress after dress. She inspected her reflection, glanced at me in the mirror, and asked the same question after each one. "Would he like this one better?" I had never seen any of them before - not a single dress a loving wife would have bought to please her husband. There were black ones and red ones, one made of shimmering silver, and a white s...View the full topic at CuckoldPlace.com 1
CuckoldFart Posted November 15, 2021 Author Report Posted November 15, 2021 The Key (cuckold, boss, owned wife) by Don Jetman (a new short story in my Hotwife Confessions series) *** I lay on our bed as she tried dress after dress. She inspected her reflection, glanced at me in the mirror, and asked the same question after each one. "Would he like this one better?" I had never seen any of them before - not a single dress a loving wife would have bought to please her husband. There were black ones and red ones, one made of shimmering silver, and a white sheath that was nearly transparent. They were all so much shorter than anything I had seen her wear, and a few barely contained her full bust providing a daring display that threatened to expose a hint of pink where her nipples strained against the fabric. I was shocked at first, then utterly overwhelmed with nervous expectation. "I like all of them," I confessed, my mouth dry, my gut churning. "But how am I supposed to know what dress he'll like?" She grinned, her eyes now fixed on me in the mirror. "Welll, he's your boss, sweetie. You should know all kinds of things about him. You let him put his hands on me all night long back then at your company awards dinner. Maybe I should wear the same dress I wore that night. Do you remember which one it was?" Read the full story 1
CuckoldFart Posted November 16, 2021 Author Report Posted November 16, 2021 I remembered all right. The little black number with the slit up the side that showed so much thigh. The night it all started. I remembered how I ignored his hand on her thigh at first, then later when he explored between her legs under our table. He was my boss. What was I supposed to do? Besides, it got me a little hard knowing he couldn't resist, that my wife was such a tempting prize to him, right there in front of me. It was partly the shock as well, that he looked straight into my eyes and grinned at me as he groped her. And she didn't seem to mind. Not one bit.
CuckoldFart Posted November 23, 2021 Author Report Posted November 23, 2021 "Welll, he's your boss, sweetie. You should know all kinds of things about him. You let him put his hands on me all night long back then at your company awards dinner. Maybe I should wear the same dress I wore that night. Do you remember which one it was?"
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