Where's my wife? Part 4

I begin to understand what happened to my wife, and how it will affect our future. But can I accept my wife as the office whore?

Since I couldn't sleep, I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. While I was there, I heard my wife's phone ding. I was curious, so I took it out of her purse and unlocked it. For convenience, we have each registered our fingerprints on the other's phone.

There was a new text from Hannah that read, "How do you like your newest video?"

I checked, and sure enough, there was a video with today's date. I opened it and saw my wife on a tall poster-bed, naked, legs spread, and rubbing her pussy. I realized right away this was taken in Hannah's bedroom, but Sharon hadn't mentioned masturbating for them. I wondered what else my wife omitted from her story.

I could hear men talking and the rustle of clothing; presumably taking their clothes off. Then one stepped into the frame and pushed his hard cock into her wet pussy. He moved away and was replaced by another. This continued as my wife had described, however she didn't say anything about how they also played with her tits and rubbed her clit. Or all the names they called her.

Things like "slut" and "whore", of course. But also told her what a hot body she had and how much they liked to fuck her. They also goaded her into admitting that she was not only enjoying them, but was looking forward to much more in the future.

After the men were done with her and had left, Hannah leaned in and whispered something to Sharon. This is when I figured out she was the one making the recording. I couldn't hear everything she said, but after rewinding that part a few times, it was something like, "You'll always love cock, but my body will always be your top turn-on, and giving me pleasure, your greatest pleasure."

Then my wife made love to Hannah. She worshiped her body like I'd never seen her do to anybody before. She brought her assistant to an orgasm while eating her out. Then they got into a 69 position and slurped at each other's dripping cunts until the both came again.

And speaking of orgasms, my wife had a lot more than she had admitted to me; at least 6 or 7. So it turns out she left out a lot of detail from her story. She was probably worried I'd divorce her if I found out how what a wanton bi-sexual slut she'd become.

I still might, but for now I was torn. Despite everything, I still loved her. And from what I could tell, this was not something she was seeking. In fact, if I'm being honest with myself, there's a part of me that finds it all the more erotic because of the coercion aspect.

Is it rape, or just encouraging her darkest fantasies to the surface? I just don't know, and until I do, I'll just have to ride it out with her.

My decision made, I returned to bed and sleep finally took me.

The next morning my wife continued to act as if nothing unusual had happened the previous day and that today would be a return to normalcy at the office. I was sure that was not going to be the case, but I kept my thoughts to myself.

I kissed her goodbye and tried to just concentrate on my own work throughout the day. I didn't receive any calls or texts from her, which only made me more anxious for some reason. She was already home by the time I arrived. This relieved some of my anxiety.

Inside I found her in the kitchen starting dinner. "Need any help?" I asked.

"Sure. You can slice and saute that onion."

We had a normal dinner and talked about normal things. We watched her favorite cooking show afterwards. All in all, the entire day was, well, normal. But there was an edgy undercurrent that I couldn't deny. Maybe it was just me. My wife certainly seemed relaxed and unaware of it.

Usually she goes to bed before I do. During this time I check the day's headlines, but not tonight. I waited until she was asleep and then snuck her phone off the night stand and took it into my office. I wanted to check for any new videos.

I didn't find any, but I did notice a new app. It was one of those encrypted messaging apps that required a password to access. I guessed it on the third try. There was only two active channels, one with Hannah, and another that appeared to be her entire team.

The consensus on the team channel was that my wife was now the office slut, and that she really couldn't refuse them because of all the video they had. Sharon tried to treat it like a joke and asked them to stop joking around, but they didn't stop.

Hannah, on the private channel, said, "You've lost this argument. The best you can do now is control who, how, and when."

"OMG. I can't have them dragging me off to the bathroom everyday and having their way with me, even if sounds fun!" Sharon sent back.

"They are so competitive, so turn it into a competition. The man with the best numbers at the end of every week gets some personal time with you."

And that's exactly what my wife did. She told them that the man with the best sales at the end of every week would get 15 minutes with her to do whatever they wanted. The married men complained that it wasn't fair to them.

But the others pointed out that they could just get a hand-job or blow-job since Bill Clinton had established that was not sex. Or they could just watch her masturbate for them. They also bargained her up to 30 minutes.

"But I get to claim you whenever I want." Hannah said on their private channel.

"Of course!" My wife responded.

So, it looked like she was planning on keeping this from me as well. While I might be able to adjust to her new sexual proclivities, dishonesty would be the end of our relationship.

The next morning I wanted to give her a chance to come clean before I confronted her.

"So are things back to normal at the office?" I asked innocently over breakfast.

"It depends on how you define 'normal'." She said cheerfully.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, I suppose it's not really possible to treat someone exactly the same after you've had sex with them."

"And so how is your team treating you differently now?" I prompted.

"Oh, sometimes they look distracted, like they are thinking of me naked, my breasts bouncing as they thrust into me."

"Do you have the same thoughts sometimes?"

"Sometimes. Well, a lot, actually."

"That must make it difficult to work." I said.

"We're all professionals, so it's not affecting our performance, but the sexual tension does add an exciting edge to everything."

"It could also create a lot of friction and frustration."

"Yeah, Hannah thought the same thing. She suggested I use this as an incentive for them to work harder." She said.

"How so?"

"By telling them that the man, or woman, who has the highest sales for the week gets a half hour with me as a reward. It's just an idea at the moment."

I knew this new 'incentive program' had already been put into place, but I pretended I didn't.

"Really? That's a creative solution, but wouldn't that make you the office whore?"

"I suppose it would." She said with a touch of excitement in her voice. "What do you think? Could you live with your wife being the office whore?"

I paused to give her the impression I was thinking about it for the first time.

"I think I could, but I have a few conditions." I said.

"Name them."

"One, you must be completely honest with me about everything. No holding back. The only way this works is complete transparency."

"OK."

"Two, you need to try to keep this limited to your team. That won't be easy because of the party, but the wider this goes, the more likely it goes sideways."

"All right. That makes sense."

"Three, you involve me as much as possible. That probably won't work for the weekly winner, but for other events, I want to be there."

"I can't promise they will always go along with that, but I'll do my best."

"That's all I can ask. Now, tell me what's going on with Hannah." I said.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"I saw the videos on your phone."

"Of course." She said, blushing. "Well, I think I might be in love with her. Or at least her body; it turns me on so much. I think of her all the time. I want to kiss her all over, lick every square inch, and make her cum and cum. It's making me wet just talking about it."

"You were never interested in women before, so why her and why now?"

"I don't know. Maybe I was always a closet bi-sexual and now I've had a taste of her body, I'm hooked. But don't worry. I'll always need your cock."

"Along with the others." I teased, smiling.

"That's true." She said, giggling.

"I have to get to work." She said as she stood up. "We can talk more tonight."

"And maybe watch some of those videos again."

"I'd like that." She said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

*** That evening I asked my wife about her day.

"My boss asked me to meet him in his office." She said.

"Oh?"

"I noticed all the blinds on his windows were closed. After I sat down, he closed and locked the door. That's when I knew something was up."

I had been waiting for him to make a move. Her boss did not seem like the kind of guy that would pass up on an opportunity to get a piece of ass he didn't have to pay for.

"He told me not to worry, that he was working to ensure that all the videos that were taken of me at the party would not leak outside the company. I hadn't even realized there were any besides what Hannah had, and so I thanked him for that."

"He then said I was a valuable employee and he'd hate to see a promising career like mine be ruined over something like that. His tone made it sound a little threatening, though. He said it wasn't easy getting people to give up footage like that and that it was going to require a lot of effort."

At this point in her story, I could tell what was coming next.

"Then he said that it would help if he had more incentive. I asked what kind of incentive he was thinking of, although I had a pretty good idea. Now he just straight up told me to strip. I said, 'What, right here in your office?', and he said 'Yes.'"

"So I stood up and started unbuttoning my blouse. I have to tell you my hands were trembling, and it wasn't from fear." She said.

"What was it from?"

"Embarrassment and excitement. Just like at the show."

"OK, continue." I said, my cock already painfully stiff.

"When I was naked, he had me come around to his side of the desk. He fondled my breasts for a little bit, and then put his hand between my legs and pushed his finger up inside me. He said, 'You're wet. You must really love this shit.' and I couldn't deny it."

"Then he turned me around and bent me over his desk until my breasts were flat on the cool surface. I heard the sound of his zipper and then he pushed my feet apart. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing into my pussy. I think I moaned when he entered me."

"He would thrust for a while, then pull out and spank me a couple of times on each cheek, saying that I deserved to be punished because I was such a dirty slut. Then he would thrust into me again. Don't be mad honey, but he made me cum."

"Did he cum inside you?" I asked.

"Yes. He also kept my panties and didn't give me anything to clean up with, so I had to hold it in as I walked though the office on my way to the bathroom. I was so embarrassed because I was sure everybody there knew."

"Later Hannah asked if the boss had fucked me, and I admitted that he had. Then she used the secure chat app to tell the rest of the team. That last hour the sexual innuendos were flying fast and thick. But I couldn't be angry with Hannah."

"Of course not. You wanted to rip her clothes off and plant your face between her legs." I said.

She smiled like the Cheshire Cat and didn't deny it.

"Anytime you want to bring her over to spend the night, it's OK with me. With the understanding that I get to participate." I said.

"I'll tell her, but I don't know if she's interested in having sex with you."

"While I wouldn't mind drilling that minx, that's not a requirement. I just don't want to be locked out of the bedroom and be forced to listening to you two enjoying each other while all I have is Rosie Palm."

"I understand. She's a bit of a exhibitionist, so she might like having an audience sometimes. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention: my boss told me that his wife was impressed by my 'performance' at the show and 'requested' that I give a repeat at a party they were having this weekend. He said that no video would be allowed and that he could guarantee everybody's confidence." She said.

"What did you say?"

"It sounded a lot more like a demand than a request, so I agreed."

"OK, We don't have anything planned for this weekend anyway, just let me know when we are expected to be there." I said.

"Um, you weren't invited. They just want me."

"Fuck. I don't like that part."

"I know, but it's just this one time. I kind of owe his wife since I gave him a blowjob in front of all the company big-wigs."

"Still don't like it, but OK. This time. If these kind of 'requests' become too frequent, there could be trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" She asked.

"The kind of trouble nobody wants. Let's just leave it at that for now."