Deflowering My Husband’s Boss

When I heard the downstairs door opening, I turned off the telly and with my mouth I closed the straps around my wrist, tightly tying myself down. I waited for my husband to come upstairs and find me. We didn’t do this often, just once in a while to spice things up in the bedroom. I listened to his sounds downstairs and couldn’t quite figure out what he was doing. Was he looking for something maybe?

Finally I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and there was a nervous tickle in my stomach. I didn’t wear any lace or see through satin panties or something, instead I wore cotton panties with a picture of a cherry on my pubis, somehow my husband thought that was way more sexy than the typical Victoria’s secret lingerie.

He was rumbling on the landing, opening the bathroom door, and then the guest room, what the hell was he looking for? If he was looking for me, he would know I was here. I curved my body and try to be as sexy as possible when he finally opened our bedroom door.

It wasn’t him! I let out a scream. A strange guy was standing in my bedroom. I tried to hide my panties, my naked boobs, but with my hands tied down to the bed frame, it was impossible to cover myself. All I could do was roll over and turn away from him a tiny bit.

‘O my, what have we stumbled upon here?’ He asked.

‘Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?’ I yelled at him.

He sat down next to me on the bed. ‘I’m guessing your Alina, Mark’s wife, am I right?’

‘Well yeah.’ I said.

‘And this is voluntary?’ He asked gesturing towards my bounds. ‘Or do I need to call someone for you, the police possibly, should I untie you?’

‘No. It’s… it was supposed to be a surprise for Marc.’

‘I get it.’ He said. ‘Now I’m kind of jealous off Marc, he’s a lucky bastard.’

‘Who are you?’

‘Oh. I’m sorry.’ He said putting his hand in front of his mouth as if he was shocked. ‘You have to forgive me my rudeness. I’m Kenneth.’ He grabbed the fingers of my tied down hand and pretended to shake my hand. ‘I’m technically Marc’s boss, although we don’t really adhere to a hierarchical structure within our workplace. He gave me the keys to pick up his personal external hard drive. We’re struggling with this client and he said he’d programmed something before and he might be able to adapt and reuse the code, that’s going to save us a lot of time, but he was too busy and since I’m not a programmer I offered to go and get it. He’s probably working late though tonight, I’m just saying in case you didn’t know.’

For a moment I stared at him, he didn’t look like a boss at all, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the silhouette of an xbox controller on it.

‘Do you know where he keeps his hard drive.’ Kenneth asked.