<p>“I had no idea you were married to such a beautiful woman.”</p><p>That was your boss when he met your wife at the company party. Those words were accompanied by a lascivious stare as he admired her body in the tight black dress she’d picked out for the evening. She wanted to look good for you. She succeeded, too.</p><p>“Would you like a drink?” your boss asked as he stared at your wife.</p><p>She smiled at him and brushed her hair back. “I would,” she replied.</p><p>He put his arm around her waist and led her towards the bar. You stood and watched. She looked over her shoulder as they walked away, but you couldn’t read her face. Was she uncomfortable with your boss treating her like that? Was she flattered that a man who could have almost any woman he wanted seemed interested in her?</p><p>Eventually you followed and caught up in time to hear your boss order two drinks. You motioned to the bartender so you could order a drink of your own, but he walked away without giving you a second glance.</p><p>“You put every other woman at this party to shame,” your boss said to your wife.</p><p>She looked away and said, “No, come on. There are lots of beautiful women here.”</p><p>He reached up to caress her face and guide her eyes back to his. “They’re nothing compared to you.”</p><p>He was unquestionably hitting on her and he was doing it right in front of you. He didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned about it, either.</p><p>“Thank you,” your wife said. “It’s a nice thing to hear.”</p><p>Your boss glanced at you for a moment before asking your wife, “A woman as beautiful as you should be told every day. Do you not hear that every day?”</p><p>“No, I don’t,” your wife said.</p><p>The bartender delivered their drinks and you raised a finger to catch his attention. He looked at you for a moment and then walked right past you and towards another customer. You groaned in frustration and turned to see that your boss and your wife were walking away from the bar with drinks in hand.</p><p>You followed and watch your boss put his arm around your wife and pull her close. Once again she appeared to offer no resistance. His hand moved lower on her hip and then to her ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze and she looked at him. You were certain you’d see some form of annoyance on her face. Instead, you saw a smile.</p><p>Your boss introduced your wife to a few people, though he failed to mention that she was married to you. Instead, he acted as if she was his date and your wife offered no resistance to the idea.</p><p>“I’m sorry to interrupt,” you said as one conversation ended and your boss put his arm around your wife once more, “but would you mind if I took my wife back?”</p><p>“I would,” your boss replied. “I like having the most beautiful woman at the party on my arm. Plus, I don’t think your wife minds. In fact, I’m quite certain that she’s enjoying herself. Aren’t you?”</p><p>“I am,” your wife replied. “So why don’t you run along and see if you can get the bartender to pay attention to you this time.”</p><p>Your wife and your boss laughed as he led her away. You went back to the bar and did as she suggested. It took a little while, but eventually he came along and you ordered the strongest drink he would make.</p><p>From the bar you watched your boss lead your wife around the room to chat people up. You watched him touch her in increasingly inappropriate ways. You watched him lean in numerous times to whisper in her ear, though you suspected he was merely looking for a way to be closer and generate a little more intimacy.</p><p>Eventually you saw them leave. You followed and saw your boss and your wife get in the back seat of his absurdly expensive car.</p><p>“Wait!” you said. “Where are you taking her?”</p><p>“He asked me to spend the night with him,” your wife said.</p><p>“Don’t worry,” your boss added. “I’ll treat her well and I’ll return her to you in the morning.”</p><p>He put his arms around her as they both looked at you from the backseat. Your boss kissed your wife’s neck and she smiled as her eyes remained fixed on yours.</p><p>“I want him to have me,” she said. “As many times as he wants, in fact. I’ll come back to you tomorrow, though. I promise.”</p><p>“But…you’re my wife,” you said.</p><p>“Not tonight,” she replied. “Tonight I’m his.”</p><p>Your boss reached over, shut the door, and winked at you. His driver pulled away, leaving you alone outside the party. There was nothing you could do. He was going to fuck your wife. All night long, apparently.</p>