My Marketing Executive Wife

My Marketing Executive Wife, Part 1

This is the first time that I am sharing this story since it all began 3 years ago.

I have not been able to share the dark side of my marriage with even my closest friends, as doing so would further embarrass and humiliate me.

I’ve read many sex forums, with bros sharing their true/partially true stories of their wives etc.

They all seem to feel that sharing the ordeal online offered them closure and lifted a weight off their shoulders, so I’ve decided to do the same.

I don’t even know if anyone would read it.

This is my story about my marriage and my wife.

I have embellished some of the graphic details for effect but the general events that happened are real.

First, a short introduction.

My wife and I met when I was 24 and she was 18. We live in Singapore, a metropolitan Asian country.

We dated for a few years and got hitched when I was 27 and she was 21.

Up until our marriage I was her only bf/lover.

My wife is a sexy little Asian that would turn heads everywhere we went.

 

Standing at 160cm tall, she had a trim body and was curvy in all the right places.

She has 36DD tits, a small waist and a really full ass.

Many men and even women in our social circles have commented that she is a Chinese girl with a black girl’s ass.

Think Kim Kardashian except a smaller bosom on a petite Asian frame.

Anyway, we got married in late 2008 and things were good.

She graduated a few months after we were married and started her job search.

Given the state of the job market then, she was thrilled when she got a job at the local branch of a multinational marketing firm.

She was hired as a marketing associate/executive assistant to the regional director.

The director was a big, tall, Caucasian expat named Roger.

In the beginning, she was very happy and so was I.

I didn’t think anything was amiss until I started noticing some strange things when she returned home from work.

Nothing big or startling, just that sometimes she was wearing a completely different top from when she left in the morning.

She was also starting to work until really late every night.

I shook it off that the boss must be riding the new associate. (How ironic that thought would turn out to be).

Three months into her new job, she came back home close to midnight and she seemed in a hurry to jump in the shower.

I was curious but didn’t say a word once she started undressing.

My wife pulled the tight white blouse over her head and slid the knee length skirt off.

I immediately got hard looking at her juicy ass as she bent over to step out of her skirt, but was also surprised that her panties were missing.

I could clearly remember her putting on a black lace thong that morning, but now they were missing.

My wife turned and unhooked her bra, a black satin bra with tiger print on the top half of the cups, from which her tits were pouring out of.

She then hurried into the bathroom, without saying a word.

My curiosity compelled me to look for the panties, and I rummaged through her handbag.

Sure enough, there they were bunched in a corner.

I pulled them out, wondering why my wife put them there.

That was when I felt how wet they were.

I also noticed some white sticky substance that was clearly semen.

I waited for her to come out of the shower before confronting my wife.

I pointed to the panties and the late nights and the changing clothes and demanded to know what she was hiding.

As she stared at me in shock, her expression went from shock to fear, to embarrassment and finally shame.

“Ive been sleeping with my boss, I’m so sorry. I’m so ashamed.” She couldn’t look me in the eyes.

I was shocked. I never imagined my sweetheart would ever cheat on me.

“Please don’t be angry honey, its only been going on for a month…”

 

A MONTH!!

I was still speechless, my emotions ranging from hatred to jealousy and then pain.

I looked at her face, her innocent face, but now it wasn’t innocent.

I suddenly felt ANGER welling up and shouted at my wife, demanding that she tell me everything.

She agreed to tell me everything that had happened, as long as I promised not to leave her.

I refused to agree to those terms, but a new emotion was creeping up on me.

I was curious to know everything. Hell, the thought of the sordid details turned me on!

I didn’t know why.

I had always enjoyed the jealous looks that other men gave me when I was out with my wife, the blatant stares, the envious look of wolves.

But I had never considered her with another man.

I never thought that another man could conquer my wife and defile her sweet, innocent body.

Finally, with her in tears, I agreed, but on the condition that she writes down every detail as a full confession.

I wanted the proof, but also, a part of me wanted to hear her description of events.

So here below I reproduce the confession written by my wife.

As I mentioned earlier, I have embellished some areas, making the sex description more graphic, but the flow of events is according to her confession.

CONFESSION:

It had started almost from the day that I joined the marketing firm.

Mr Roger, the regional director I reported to, clearly found me attractive.

Sometimes I would catch him staring down my blouse at my tits, or sometimes I would look back while bent over my desk and find his eyes glued to my ass.

On day 1, Mr Roger told me that a marketing company is judged by its employees, and he expects me to dress “appropriately”.

He made it clear that loose frumpy outfits were out of the question, and he expected me to be professional.

I made it a point from that day forth to make sure I was dressed in tight, figure hugging skirts and tops, and always, ALWAYS, stiletto heels.

The first couple of months, he did not try anything with me. I would catch him staring and often undressing me with his eyes, but no physical contact.

I should have been creeped out, I should have felt harassed.

I should have reported it to HR.

But a part of me took it as a HUGE compliment.

Here I was, a plain, random Asian girl in a large MNC filled with scantily clad office girls who were skilled in the art of flirting and no doubt cum extraction.

As the director, Roger could have any girl in the office.

But he had his eyes on me.

And it wasn’t like he was doing anything to me. All he did was look.

And that was not against the law.

That was until my third month when Mr Roger and I were alone in the office working late.

I was sitting at my desk typing on my computer when he came out of his office and stood beside me.

I looked up and smiled, my lips painted red and noticed he was looking down my blouse.

I was wearing a v-neck dress blouse which gave everyone a great view of my 36DD tits.

He smiled at me, not even the least bit embarrassed at being caught staring.

When my husband stares at my tits continuously, it never fails to get me wet, in anticipation of a good hard fucking.

And now with my tall, large boss staring at my tits, I began to feel my pussy get wet, and the embarrassment caused me to turn red.

Mr Roger saw my reaction and smiled, moving to stand behind me and he placed his big hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them.

I was apprehensive at first, but his firm and gentle rubbing caused me to relax, and I let out a sigh.

He began asking me about the project I was handling, and I started to bring up the documents on the screen.

All the while his hands kept massaging my shoulders, slowly moving down my arms and then back up again.

Soon his hands were on my neck and began inching down my front. I looked down at his hands as they moved closer, inch by inch, towards my chest.

Instinctively I knew what he was doing, but for some unknown reason I remained completely still, my tits heaving up and down with every breath I took.

I looked up at him over my shoulder, and noticed the lustful stare as his hands slowly moved onto their targets.

Soon his hands slid over my tits, and I gasped as he started to knead them and fondle them.

Despite his large hands, my tits were too big to fit in his hands.

He whispered in my ear, “God you have a great set of tits, Chinadoll”.

That’s his nickname for me, due to my oriental features, and being an arrogant white prick, he doesn’t care whether I’m from China or Singapore.

But my pussy didn’t care. It got wet all the same from the groping.

As he complimented my tits, he slid his hands down and unbuttons the top two buttons of my blouse, and opens it to reveal my black half cup bra.

I moan softly as he resumes massaging my tits, feeling my pussy get wetter.

“This is so wrong Mr Roger, you are my boss….and I’m married…” but he ignores me, continuing to play with my tits, reaching in to pull out my nipples, which have always been very sensitive.

I moan louder as he begins to tweak and pull on my nipples, and his attention to my swollen nipples only causes me to get even wetter, till the point that the smell of my pussy juices filled the room.

By now, I’m repeatedly asking him to stop, but my body was screaming to be bred.

He ignores my weak pleas, and rubs his crotch against my back.

I could feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants, twitching repeatedly, as if calling to be released from its prison.

I know that this is the point of no return so I summon all my willpower and pull his hands off my tits and stand up facing him. “I can’t do this, I married.”

 

Mr Roger glared at me, his rock hard cock creating an obscene tent in his pants, and said “fine, here’s the deal Chinadoll.

You have a choice, either you do everything I tell you to, or you can leave this place for good.

But choose wisely, because there aren’t many jobs out there for girls like you, especially once I’m done blacklisting you to the marketing community here.”

“or you can be a good Chinadoll and show me how much this job means to you”.

As he said this, he was rubbing his cock through his pants. “I’m going to my office, think it over and let me know.

If you decide to stay, I expect you to come into my office in nothing but your half cup bra, thong and stiletto heels.”

He turned and walked into his office, shutting the door. I stood there confused and scared, not knowing what to do.

I knew it was wrong to do what he was commanding, but he was right, there were no jobs out there.

We had just bought our condo and a car and we would be in big trouble if I now lost my job.

Also, though he was twice my age in his mid forties, he was still in shape and it could be worse.

After 10 minutes of thinking, I knew I had no choice but to obey.

 

I stripped off my blouse and slid off my skirt, stepping out of it.

I applied a fresh coat of lipstick, tucked my 36DD tits back into my bra and gingerly knocked on Mr Roger’s door before opening.

As soon I opened the door, Mr Roger whistled and was smiling, sitting at his desk.

He beckoned me over and I walked toward him, my tits jiggling, threatening to bounce right out of my bra, and my hips swaying seductively from side to side.

I stood beside him and he told me to turn around, which I did, facing my juicy ass inches from his face.

Suddenly he reached up and spanked my ass, saying “I knew you would make the right choice Chinadoll….god what a juicy ass!”