My Wife And Her Male Boss Are On A Business Trip And Share A Room. She Asked Me To Bring Her Undergarments-3
December 16, 2025
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My Reaction
She stood, pacing the living room in agitation. "Mike, this paranoia is exhausting. My job stress is overwhelming—must I face this at home too?" The argument fizzled, yet the air grew thin, labored. We avoided his name, but the silence felt accusatory. Days later, on an ordinary Wednesday, Tracy leaned against the headboard reading while I prepared for bed. She set the book down abruptly. "Almost forgot—next week's urgent project demands my tech expertise. Jack and I must travel to finalize the demo."
Her Explanation
"Travel? With him?" I froze mid-motion, my hand hovering over the lamp. Her face was indistinct in the dim bedside light. "Yes," she replied casually, "Friday afternoon flight, back by Sunday night. A quick fix—no worries." She patted my pillow reassuringly. Slowly lowering my hand, darkness enveloped me. Only after my eyes adjusted could I make out the ceiling. "Must you go? Can't they send someone else?" My voice rasped. "The client insists on our tech combo—no one else can handle it. Tight deadline, boss-approved."
Calm Before Departure
She turned away, her back to me. "Stop overthinking, Mike. Sleep—work awaits." Soon, her steady breaths filled the darkness. I lay awake, staring at the blurred ceiling—Jack's face, Tracy's adoring eyes, the phrase "must go together" churning in my mind. The weight in my chest deepened. The next two days passed with eerie calm. Tracy packed, printed documents, coordinated trip details—normal, even overly chatty about neighbors' dogs or rising beef prices.
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She stood, pacing the living room in agitation. "Mike, this paranoia is exhausting. My job stress is overwhelming—must I face this at home too?" The argument fizzled, yet the air grew thin, labored. We avoided his name, but the silence felt accusatory. Days later, on an ordinary Wednesday, Tracy leaned against the headboard reading while I prepared for bed. She set the book down abruptly. "Almost forgot—next week's urgent project demands my tech expertise. Jack and I must travel to finalize the demo."
Her Explanation
"Travel? With him?" I froze mid-motion, my hand hovering over the lamp. Her face was indistinct in the dim bedside light. "Yes," she replied casually, "Friday afternoon flight, back by Sunday night. A quick fix—no worries." She patted my pillow reassuringly. Slowly lowering my hand, darkness enveloped me. Only after my eyes adjusted could I make out the ceiling. "Must you go? Can't they send someone else?" My voice rasped. "The client insists on our tech combo—no one else can handle it. Tight deadline, boss-approved."
Calm Before Departure
She turned away, her back to me. "Stop overthinking, Mike. Sleep—work awaits." Soon, her steady breaths filled the darkness. I lay awake, staring at the blurred ceiling—Jack's face, Tracy's adoring eyes, the phrase "must go together" churning in my mind. The weight in my chest deepened. The next two days passed with eerie calm. Tracy packed, printed documents, coordinated trip details—normal, even overly chatty about neighbors' dogs or rising beef prices.
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