I work as a comptroller at a small manufacturing company. I had started in the accounting department, and over a period of five years, I moved up in the department to my current position. However, in spite of increases in salary, I was consistently spending more than my income. A lot of this was attributed to my wife’s spending habits, but I was partly to blame, as we enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle.

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 complemented 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 than 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 than 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 by 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 me 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.

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 it 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 easily. 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.”

“Let’s begin,” said Steve, and he asked my wife to stand up. 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.