A few days after the encounter in his office, Richard called Bonnie and told her that they were going shopping. He dropped nearly $2,000 on new clothing for her, including dresses, blouses, shoes, skirts, nylons and lingerie. He told her that she had a dress code that she needed to follow if she wanted to keep her position. I thought that this dress code sounded odd, but the next day, I was treated to the sight of my wife coming out of the bedroom in 5-inch heels, red panties and bra, thigh-high stockings and a skin-tight blouse, jacket and pencil skirt. She then got into her car to pick up Richard and drive him to the office.
That night, Bonnie confessed that Richard was all over her on the ride to the office. He was kissing her neck and cheek, and he kept pushing his hand up her skirt to play with her sensitive cunt. She said she had to concentrate extra hard on the road to avoid an accident, and there were a couple of times when she swore she was going to have an orgasm. When they finally got to the office, poor Bonnie could barely walk she was so weak-kneed. Of course, Richard was a proper gentleman and steadied her with an arm around her waist.
About an hour later, Bonnie had returned to Richard’s office to bring him his coffee. She was on her way out when Richard called her back and told her to take off her pretty red panties. He put them in the bottom drawer of his desk and told her that if she was a good girl, she’d get them back at the end of the day.
He then had her sit down in front of his desk in a big, plush chair. While Richard spoke via speakerphone to some of his clients, he signaled to Bonnie that she should finger her twat, squeeze her tits or even come across the desk to fondle his prick. What he liked the best, though, was when she got on her knees and sucked his prick.
Two weeks later, Bonnie was so comfortable around Richard that she was good and ready to fuck her boss. We were naked and in bed when she told me this, and she shyly looked over to me to see if I was okay with it. I tugged down the sheets and revealed the raging boner that had come on while listening to her tell me about everything that was going on. She was so pleased that I was okay with it all, and soon enough, she was getting dicked by Richard on a regular basis.
If you asked Bonnie what she liked the best about the arrangement, she’d say it’s the power he holds over her. She’s a lot more submissive these days, and she’s been awfully generous with her blowjobs. She is the blowjob queen, and when she gives what I call a “cock massage”, it’s like being in heaven.
Bonnie had the opportunity to work for Richard for about another year before it was time for us to go back home to the States. Bonnie ended up finding work with three other guys before she managed to find herself another Richard — and he was just as sexually demanding as the last! It’s clear that my wife certainly knows how to attract Dick!
This is just one story about Bonnie and a guy she’s found to fuck. I’ve got plenty of others if you’d like to hear them.

Years ago, I was in the military and stationed in Germany. My wife Bonnie was a good girl, but sometimes too good. It seemed like I was constantly on her about dressing more provocatively and showing some skin. Bonnie had a slammin’ body and she didn’t even realize it! All the guys at my job were constantly talking about how good my wife looked, and it always stirred a little something in my nether regions to know that they desired her. Thinking about a co-worker, friend or even some random stranger banging my wife would get my cock hard in no time, and I even started thinking about how I would go about arranging it.
At one of our holiday balls, I begged and pleaded with Bonnie until she finally agreed to wear nothing but this gorgeous white gown, incredibly sexy heels, an ankle bracelet and these hoop earrings that always get me going. She looked ravishing, and at the ball, she was dancing with everyone – including my wing commander! Sometimes, I wonder if he realized that my babe was wearing nothing under that skin-tight gown!
A year after the ball, Bonnie booked a trip back to the United States so she could attend her 20th high school reunion. The night of the reunion, she called me from the bathroom to tell me how things were going. She confessed that several guys that she’d dated in high school were all over her, hitting on her and asking her out, because she was there alone. Before I knew what I was saying, I told her to go out with one of them and see what came up. Bonnie laughed and declined, but I took notice that there wasn’t any anger or disgust in her voice. When she came back to Germany, we brought the subject back up, and to my surprise, she wanted to talk about it.
Soon after her trip, Bonnie was contacted by a friend of hers. This woman worked for a man named Richard as an assistant, and she told Bonnie that she’d been reaping the benefits of working for this single, well-off man for the last year or so. When Bonnie pressed about what that meant, her friend winked and quietly told her, “exactly what you think.”
This friend of Bonnie’s was moving back to the United States with her husband, so this meant that Richard would be without an assistant. When Richard asked for a recommendation for a replacement, Bonnie’s friend immediately recommended Bonnie. Because Bonnie and Richard had met a few times in the past, he had already known that he liked her. He went through the motions of interviewing other women, but in the end, he chose Bonnie. Bonnie and her friend worked together for the next two weeks so Bonnie could be trained, and Bonnie noticed that her friend spent a lot of time with her boss alone in his office or his home. Needless to say, that first week that Bonnie was working for Richard alone, things were quite interesting.
The first thing Richard did was provide Bonnie with a brand-new, state-of-the-art cell phone. He told her that she could use it whenever she wanted for whatever she wanted and that his company would foot the bill. The only condition was that if Richard called Bonnie, she had to answer no matter the time and follow whatever directions followed.
That week, Richard invited Bonnie out to lunch. They went to a popular pub near the office, and he ordered some wine for them. Bonnie had two glasses while they talked, then they went back to the office. As soon as his door had closed, he had her pinned against it so he could give her a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. That night, when Bonnie was recalling the event to me, she told me that she could feel his tongue piercing brushing against her tongue and it turned her on. Moreover, even though she blamed her actions on the wine she’d had, she said she liked the rough, forceful way he had acted.

Hello! My name is Sam, and I’m 20 years old. I’m 5’8” and weigh 165. I’ve got black hair, brown eyes and an average build. I would say that just about everything about me is average. My wife is Amanda, and she was my high school sweetheart. She’s got brown hair, light brown eyes, weighs about 125 and stands 5’4”. She’s very pretty – pretty enough to be a model – but we were from a small town with few opportunities, so when we decided it was time to get out, I joined the navy.
Boot camp was as tough as I’d expected, but I think that being away from the love of my life was the hardest part. When I was through with boot camp, I enrolled in A school, where Amanda was able to come visit me. After that, I was stationed in Florida. As soon as I’d settled down a bit, Amanda moved out to be with me and we located an apartment. Florida was amazing and a world away from what we were used to. As great as the weather and locals were, things were tough with only me working. We didn’t want to do it, but we eventually agreed to find a roommate to help with cash.
Amanda was certain that I had to know someone who didn’t want to live on the case. She was right, of course, but I didn’t want our future roommate to be someone I worked with. The truth is, navy guys are fucking perverts, which is fine, but I didn’t want that kind of stuff around my wife. In the end, the need for money won out, and I asked a guy I met in the Navy if he wanted to room with us. Brock worked in a different area of the base, so as weren’t in direct contact during work hours, I thought we would probably be able to keep from irritating each other.
The thing with Brock was that he was 19 (around our age) and extremely good looking at 6 feet tall, athletic build, dark hair and eyes. Normally, I’d be worried about leaving my girl with such a handsome dude, but Brock had a girlfriend, so I didn’t think he’d try anything. Of course, I’d forgotten about the fact that they were in the puppy love stage of their relationship and that she was still back home in high school.
Anyway, things started off good well enough. The money situation had improved greatly and I had a guy around the house to talk to. Hell, even Amanda liked having Brock around, and as pleased as I should have been about that fact, I was starting to worry.
Being a newbie on base, I was assigned to the graveyard shift shortly after Brock moved in. This meant that when I was going off to work, my girlfriend and Brock were going off to bed. This was the point where I was really beginning to feel antsy. Worse, I couldn’t call in the middle of the night to check up on them because they’d both be asleep, not to mention that it would just seem weird of me to be calling so late.
One night, I was getting ready to go into work when I realized things around the apartment seemed… off. Amanda and Brock were unusually quiet and there seemed to be a buzz in the air. I laughed quietly to myself, silently telling myself that I was being paranoid, but then it occurred to me that I’d actually started feeling paranoid ever since I’d started working nights.