The Boss’s Hot Wife

The boss's wife, Irene Peters, was insanely hot. She would often just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me.

I couldn't help myself and snapped a quick photo. Then I ducked into the restroom, staring at it while pleasuring myself.

I was halfway through when the door suddenly swung open. Irene stood there, staring at me with her eyes wide.

"Wow, how are you that big? And what were you doing, taking pictures of me?"

I jumped, scrambling to pull my pants back up.

But instead of getting mad, she looked almost amused.

"You're done for. I'm telling Fabian."

A minute later, my boss, Fabian Peters, showed up. I braced myself, expecting to get chewed out or fired on the spot.

Instead, he stuffed a wad of cash into my hand.

"My wife hasn't been able to get pregnant," he said. "You're well-built. Help me out."

My name was Chandler Poe. I worked at a small company run by a married couple.

The boss's wife, Irene Peters, sat right next to me. Every day, she showed up in tight pencil skirts, her long legs impossible to ignore.

The worst part was that she loved slipping off her heels. She would just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me.

I was a young guy. There was only so much I could take.

Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it.

And that was when my boss, Fabian Peters, caught me in the act.

I was already preparing for the worst, thinking I would be fired on the spot.

But instead, he handed me money and told me to sleep with his wife.

Staring at that thick stack of cash, I honestly felt like I was dreaming.

When I hesitated, Fabian frowned. "What? You don't think my wife's attractive?"

"No, no, it's not that," I said quickly, waving my hands. But before I could finish, he cut me off.

"Then what?"

"I-It's just…"

He let out a breath. "I've been to the hospital. I'm infertile, so I can't have kids. My wife mentioned earlier that you're well-built. I need you to help me give her one."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had been working here for years. How the hell did I not know Fabian was into being cheated on?

Still, I wasn't about to say no.

I took the money and asked, "Does Mrs. Peters know about this?"

Fabian clicked his tongue, looking uneasy.

"Not yet. I brought it up before, and she refused. So, yeah… It's not exactly simple."

I thought back to what Irene had said when she caught me.

"Wow, how are you that big?"

Fabian probably couldn't satisfy her. A woman like that probably had needs she wasn't getting met.

I patted my chest confidently. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

When I came out of the restroom, Irene was still looking at me like she was