When Al Tanner called Sam into his office, he was apprehensive. Things had gotten kind of weird at work lately. He had a feeling it involved his wife Cindy, who also worked at Apex Enterprises.
"Close the door, Sam." He assumed that wasn't a good sign, and he was right.
"We have a bit of a problem," Al said, once Sam had taken a seat in front of him.
"I'll be blunt. Our latest audit showed a discrepancy in your accounts receivables. I investigated further." He leaned closer, looking sterner than usual. "You've been siphoning off some of our income. Don't try to deny it. I have everything in writing."
He glanced down at the paper in front of him. "Let's see. It looks like you've swindled us out of approximately twenty two thousand dollars. Am I right?'
"I'll pay you back every cent of it, with interest. Please don't call the police. My wife, she..." "Ah, your wife', he interrupted. "Yes I imagine she would be quite upset over this. Hell, she'll probably leave your criminal ass."
Sam thought about this. He had no doubt that his boss would love to see that. Al Tanner had had a hard on for Cindy since the day they started the job.
*
It began less than a year ago. They had just married. He was thirty five, Cindy was twenty four.
His friends loved to tell him how lucky he was to land a girl like Cindy. He knew it. She was cute as a button. Short coal black hair, big round eyes, a small upturned nose, and full lips.
Then there was her body. His buddies told him it was built for sex, and he didn't argue. She was 5'4" and full figured. Her 36C+ breasts were round and heavy and capped off with 2" brown areolas and perky nipples. Her stomach was still relatively flat. Her hips flared out impressively from her waist. Her legs tapered nicely from her thick thighs to her ankles. But Sam's favorite feature was her ass. It was big and round with no sag. Sam loved to grope it whenever he could, but Cindy was sensitive about that area. This brought up the only problem with Cindy. She was extremely shy.
Even with Sam's encouragement about how great her body was, she didn't like to show it off. In fact, Sam rarely saw her naked outside of bed. It was a constant cause of strife, but no matter how much Sam would argue in favor of her nudity, she wouldn't budge.
Sam didn't tell his friends about this. They still considered him one lucky son of a bitch, and he was content to let them think that.
When they were hired at Apex at the same time, Sam noticed that Cindy, who worked down the hall in accounting, was getting stares from the building's male population. Even though she didn't dress sexy, she was still a treat for the eyes. Her clothes never failed to highlight her best features, no matter how conservative her dress. Her skirts in particular, though never riding more than an inch or two above her knees, showed off her femininity.
One person who paid strict attention was Al Tanner, her Supervisor. Sam would often see the married man at her cubicle, subtly staring her down.
*
Tanner stared at his employee. "I shouldn't do this, but I'll give you one way out of this."
Sam's heart skipped. "Anything Mr. Tanner, just name it."
Al Tanner leaned back in his leather chair; a smile crept across his face. "It involves your wife Cindy. I don't need to tell you she's quite the looker. But the problem is, I don't see that much of her." He leaned forward again, his smile had vanished. "For starters, I want to see more of your wife. By that I mean, more of your wife unclothed. I want to see her naked, and I don't want just pictures, though I'll take some. I want videos of her sans clothes." He stood up and began to pace. "Here's what I suggest. Use some of the money you stole from me and buy a good surveillance camera. Better yet, buy a few of them. Hide some in the bedroom, some in the bathroom. Use your imagination as to where to place them."
Tanner leaned against the desk directly in front of him. "I want to see her taking off her clothes after work. I want to see her using the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, taking a shower or bath. And, most importantly, I want to see her in bed. I want to see you fucking her, and not under the covers either."
Sam began to perspire; he felt the wetness in his armpits. "The problem is sir, that Cindy is very shy. She doesn't like to make love above the covers."
Tanner began to smile again. "Well, that's a problem you're going to have to solve. And you don't have much time. Today is Friday. I want videos of your wife in my hands by this time next week. I'd suggest you call in sick on Monday and get everything set up."
Sam gulped. "That's not much time."
Tanner moved closer to his employee. His face was inches from Sam. "That's all the time you've got. If I don't have videos in my hands by next Friday, you'll be spending next weekend in jail."
*
Sam picked up the electronics he needed that Saturday. He hated doing this to his wife. He hated the thought of sharing her body with his boss. The only good thing was that Tanner only wanted to watch, for now at least.
Sam did call out on Monday, and it took him the entire day to set everything up. At the end of the day, he was pleased with his workmanship.