Nevertheless, we probably could have managed if it were not for my wife's lavish expenditures on clothes. Sharon certainly dressed well, from the bottom up, expensive lacy lingerie, the latest style in dresses, jackets, shoes, etc. She did have good taste; she was a striking woman to begin with, and the clothes she wore complimented her beautiful figure. Her tall figure, her attractive face, her firm breasts, a slim waist blending into full rounded hips and ass, and long lovely legs which she showed off to advantage, turned the heads of many men.

I know she enjoyed the attention she received, and she was well aware of the effect that she had on the men that she would come in intact with, but she was modest, and never indulged in anything more then harmless flirting.

Sharon never had love affairs before we were married, and she was very circumspect after we were married. She was never unfaithful, so I never complained about the attention she received from other men, or the amount of leg that she showed. There were several times when she had to repel the advances of some man who was attracted to her, and who wanted to carry the relationship beyond a social one. She let them down gently, but made it clear that she did not stray in her marriage.

My boss Steve, who had a reputation as being a womanizer, had attempted on more that one occasion to add her to his list of conquests, but was gently but firmly rebuffed in his attempts to seduce her. By hearsay, not many women refused his advances, and that was understandable, as he was an attractive man, and in addition had a lot of clout as the firm's owner.

There were rumors to the effect that he had used coercion on some female members of the firm, as well as the wives of employees. There were also rumors that he sported a cock of considerable proportions. In any event, I think that he was frustrated be his inability to add my wife to his list of conquests. It was only recently that at an office party, Steve had asked my wife to dance, and during the dance, was trying to hold her too close, and also made known that he found her irresistible, and wanted to arrange a rendezvous. Sharon became angry with him and refused, but Steve said that this might change.

On the way home, Sharon told me what had transpired, and said that she was tired of his advances, and this time she had told him off. Well. I said, "Don't make him too angry; remember that I work for him, just try to be nice to him.

"What do you mean be nice to him? Do you want me to fuck him?"

"Absolutely not," I said. "Just try don't piss him off."

"Alright, but I don't want him pawing me."

Once again we had another discussion regarding all of our money that she was spending on clothes. I told her that I just couldn't keep up with her expenditures-that we were maxed out on all our charge cards, plus financing our trips, the mortgage, car payments, loans, etc. She said that she would try to do better.

What I did not tell her -- was what I had done to try to keep us financially afloat. As comptroller of our company, I had access to a lot of cash, including a large slush fund, and I had steadily and consistently taken monies out to cover some of our debts. I had shifted money around to cover this, and I intended to pay it back before an audit caught the shortfall. It was a major worry for me, and I was in constant fear of discovery. I had already begun to pay money on our charge cards, and on our loans, but we had to be more economical.

Anyway, an invitation arrived from my boss Steve, inviting Sharon and I to join Steve and his wife Ann for dinner at their place on Sat. My wife did not want to go, but I said that we had to go, as this was part of the job. She was very sulky about this right up to Sat.

On Sat. we bathed and began to get ready for dinner. I always enjoyed watching my wife get dressed, as she did now, beginning with her sheer stockings attached to a lacy garter belt, then adding on sheer white panties with flared legs, followed by a matching bra, and a lovely white half slip. She did her face and then was about to put on a black dress, at which point I was aroused and attempted to embrace her. I wanted her and there was still time, but she rebuffed me, saying, "I am not going to get messed up before we leave, so you will have to wait till we get back from dinner."

We arrived at their spacious home, and were ushered into their large living room where we had cocktails, Steve making sure that our glasses remained full. Finally Ann announced dinner, which was very enjoyable, and served with wines. After dinner we adjourned to the living room where Steve had set up a table for bridge. We began to play and more drinks were served, to the point where Sharon and I were feeling no pain, but Steve persisted in seeing that our glasses were full.

At one point Sharon was wiggling around and looked flushed, and I wondered what was wrong with her. Well, I didn't have to wonder very long, for when I bent over to retrieve a card that had fallen, I saw that Steve had a hand on my wife's leg, attempting to push up her dress. I was shocked and gulped my drink. Ann seemed oblivious as to what Steve was attempting, even though Sharon was still flushed and moving her hand down to stop Steve.

Well, finally the came was over and we got comfortable, me in an armchair, and Sharon and Ann on the sofa. Soon Ann said that she was tired and said goodnight and left. Then I said that we should be going, but Steve would not hear of it, and added to our drinks. My wife looked at me and gave a sign about leaving. The drinks finally got to me, and I fell asleep in my chair.

Soon I was awakened by my wife saying, "No! No!" and calling my name. As I opened my eyes I saw Steve on the couch by my wife, and he was tugging up her dress to her stocking tops, even exposing her naked thighs and garter straps. She was struggling with him, trying to pull her dress down and.

I said, "Steve, leave her alone."

Steve just smiled and said, "Well, we are just going to have a little talk."

"First of all, I know that for some time you have been embezzling money from my company."

The blood drained from my face.

Steve continued; "Since I have discovered this some time ago, I have been documenting your theft, and I have some pretty good numbers on the amount of money missing. Sharon looked at me aghast and said" is it true?" She could tell by my expression that is was true. Then Steve said, "You are either going to jail, or we are going to reach some accommodation."

I said, "What do you mean?" I was really shaking. The thought of legal action and then jail had me terrified.

Steve smiled as he continued; "First of all, we will need you to sign a repayment plan, and secondly, I am going to need some co-operation from your wife."

I was shocked-we both knew what he meant. I looked at Sharon, and our eyes locked. She exclaimed-"Oh no, I won't do that. I can't give myself to him." She was trembling, and

Then Steve said, "It's up to you two, but I'm not going to wait very long for your decision."

My wife looked at me again and I said, "I don't know what to say, I don't want that, but I don't want to go to jail."

Then Steve said to me, "Why don't you pick up the bottle and take it into the den."

I just stood there a moment-then I picked up the bottle. As I did that Sharon said, "You would give your own wife?"

I didn't say anything, and looking at her I saw tears in her eyes. Finally I said, "I'm sorry Sharon."

She became angry at me for putting her in this position, and she said I would be sorry. I replied that her spending habits were much of the problem. Then, as I started to leave the room with the bottle my wife said to Steve-"If I am forced to do this, then I want you to make him watch what we do-it will serve him right since I don't have much choice. He is not going to get out of this that easy. If I am going to be humiliated like this, he needs to suffer also."

Steve smiled, enjoying this dialogue, and knowing he was winning said, "Yes, you stay and watch-I think that I will enjoy your presence, observing what your actions have caused. That will be a real high for me."

"Lets begin," said Steve, and he asked my wife to stand up, and after she did he told her to lift her skirt. She hesitated, and then she raised her skirt, and Steve said, "And your slip also."

Sharon complied, exposing her legs above her stocking tops.

Then Steve said, "Higher."

She raised them up higher till her sheer lacy panties were exposed, and then he again said "higher," and again she complied, pulling up her dress and slip to the top of her panties, her face getting red as she exposed herself to him.

Then Steve said, "Turn around-slowly." And she did just that, still holding her skirt and slip high, her lovely legs and hips displayed to his gaze-his now very appreciative gaze as he looked at the erotic picture of my now compliant wife, blushing as he looked at her.

"Now," said Steve, "take off your dress, slowly," and again my wife complied, pulling down the zipper on her dress, then pulling her dress down and off. Then Steve said "and now your bra."

Sharon hesitated, and Steve repeated the order, and finally my wife undid her bra and removed it, exposing her beautiful firm breasts, her face red with embarrassment while Steve looked admiringly at her breasts, enjoying her discomfort.

At that moment, his wife Ann appeared at my side. Apparently she had been watching the scene from behind me. I said, "Ann, can't you make him stop!"

Ann said, "No, you two caused the problem, and you're going to have to live with the consequences."

I said, "What about watching your husband doing this?"

Ann said, "I can't control my husband, and besides, I rather enjoy the plight of couples who have to pay up when they do something wrong."

I said, "So you've watched this kind of thing before?"

Ann said, "Yes, I get a thrill when Steve dominates another couple, and thoroughly fucks the wife." I knew then that there was no way to stop this.

Steve was smiling as he looked at me, "I think you need to participate more, and so I would like you to take her panties off and hand them to me."

I didn't move till he repeated his order in no uncertain terms, and so I moved up to my wife, and after she had raised her slip up to her waist at Steve's command, I started sliding her sheer panties down over her hips and ass, down her lovely legs to her ankles, taking her panties off with her shoes, and then handing them to Steve. I was humiliated, and so was Sharon, while Steve just looked on with amusement, enjoying our discomfort, and the erotic display of my wife.

After he sent me back to stand by Ann, who was also enjoying the scene and our humiliation, Steve ordered my wife to take off her slip, which she did, now standing only in her lacy garter belt, and her sheer stockings.

My wife was by turns tearful and angry, but it was clear that she had surrendered, and when Steve ordered her to lie down on the huge sofa, she complied, but she looked at me, her face tearful at first, and then challenging, as she said, "You still can stop this." But when I looked away and said nothing, she just said, "Alright, I'll let him fuck me, and you'll be sorry. I hope you enjoy watching your own wife get fucked by your boss," she said, angry now ."I can't believe you're allowing this to happen to your own wife."

Steve was enjoying my humiliation and my wife's surrender, gazing at her breasts and her lovely hips and ass.

At this point Steve undressed completely, and when he removed his shorts, a very large and thick cock was exposed, almost fully erect. My wife's eyes widened and she gasped when she saw this, saying "Oh God, no," and Steve laughed, "Oh God yes." He then moved down beside her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her legs, my wife at first rigid, and then, against her will, her body responding to his caresses.

He continued stroking her, now her inner thighs to her cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there, whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, my wife gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing here till she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her resistance and her obvious intention of not responding to him.

He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body, gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her cunt pulling open, my wife was trembling, whimpering now, her body flushed as against her will she was responding to him. Soon it was clear that she was helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms falling to her sides. The picture that she was presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening some, compliant now, moaning as he stroked her.

Steve felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and thighs, encased in her sheer nylons, so that we had a clear view as he raised up, mounting her and directing his cock against the wet swollen lips of her cunt. We could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock.

Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to push with a steady pressure as my wife's whimpers changing to groaning as she felt herself beginning to stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless cunt. He continued the relentless pressure, stretching her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from my wife, the head of his cock entered her.

Slowly he began to push further into my helpless wife, and we could now see her cunt stretched tightly around his cock, Steve moving in and out with short strokes, wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper with each stroke, my wife wide eyed and moaning with this invasion.

Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on his cock. Then my wife cried out and her body began jerking, and her lovely nylon clad legs clamped over his thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful orgasm, which took her completely by surprise. I couldn't believe that she had responded in this manner so quickly.

Gradually she relaxed, and at that point Steve began a slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, my wife jerking with each thrust as now her body began to respond.

She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Steve moved her closer and closer to a climax. Finally, with a shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her-crying out again and again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment, Steve's own climax began, as groaning, he erupted into her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting into my wife, draining his cock into her, as Ann gripped my arm, her eyes wide with excitement.

Well, she said, "How did you like seeing your wife get thoroughly fucked? She really seemed to enjoy it, and I bet you will remember this for a long time."

Finally it was over, and I could not believe the way she had responded to his thorough fucking. She was tearful, now lying spread-eagled, her cunt gaping open, their juices visible. I was not aroused, watching her being taken by this stud. I was just humiliated, especially when she had never responded to my lovemaking in this manner.

Then my wife slowly got dressed as did Steve, and I said, "We are leaving," taking my wife's arm.

Then Steve said, "Oh, one more thing, your wife is 25% of the way to clearing you."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

And Steve said that meant that my wife was going to entertain him 3 more time before I was all cleared up. I told him to go fuck himself and then we left.

*

The discussion on the way home was spirited after I noted how much she enjoyed getting fucked by him. She was angry then, and said she couldn't help it, and then she said it served me right, and she hoped that I had enjoyed watching her submission.

"Did you enjoy watching another man's cock thrusting into your wife, and emptying his cock into her, and tonight you can be second. Since it is still wet and loose, you won't have any trouble getting in." Then she said, "Yes, I did enjoy being taken like that, being forced to do it because of you. And yes, I will fuck him 3 more times, and I think I'll enjoy it."

I was angry and said nothing more.

*

Well, it did happen, and each time Steve called and said where and when I was to take my wife. The first time it was at his house, and I had to sit with Ann till he was through with her, hearing her cry out as he fucked her. Ann enjoyed listening to her husband servicing my wife.

The second time he told me to bring her to his office, and I was told to wait outside. However, I quietly opened the door to observe them. Steve had my wife bent over the desk with her dress and slip around her waist, her sheer lacy white panties pulled down over her garter belt and sheer stockings to her thighs, which were spread for his entry.

It was incredibly erotic seeing her like that, more so than if she was naked. His trousers and shorts were at his ankles, and his thick cock was fully erect as he brought it to the entrance of her wet cunt, holding the lips of her cunt open with his thumbs as he began pushing into her. She cried out again as he stretched her and entered her. Then he gripped her hips as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper, till he was fully in her, my wife crying out, and then groaning as he thrust into her powerfully.

Finally she cried out as she shuddered, her orgasms shaking her-then Steve groaned as he erupted into my wife. She began sobbing at her submission to him, being taken like that, helpless as her body responded to him. For the first time, I found to my consternation that I was aroused and became fully erect watching him taking her, and thoroughly fucking her as she was bent over his desk. I found out later that other women in the office were aware of what happened, and were thrilled knowing my wife was being fucked by Steve.

The third and last time was at our home, Steve taking my wife to our bedroom, and I again observed them as once more he fucked her to orgasm, fucking her powerfully, the noise of their coupling arousing me again.

After he left I entered the bedroom where my wife was still on her back with her legs spread. I undressed and quickly entered her, her cunt very loose and wet. I came almost immediately to my wife's amusement, as she now knew that I was very aroused seeing her being fucked by this stud.

The other thing was that she refused to take any precautions against pregnancy, saying it was more exciting being fucked while playing what she called Russian Roulette.

The End