My Wife And Her Male Boss Are On A Business Trip And Share A Room. She Asked Me To Bring Her Undergarments-6
December 16, 2025
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My Challenge
Silence. Then her voice, tinged with impatience: "Oh, that. Budgets are tight; urgent trip, hotel full—only a suite available. It has a living room and bedroom. Perfectly separate. Saving money—boss approved." Separate? Suite? Saving money? The phone pressed coldly against my ear; her "boss-approved" phrase slithered down my spine like ice.
Her Justification
My heart hammered, numbing my fingertips. "Tracy," I rasped, each word a struggle, "is this appropriate? Sharing a suite with a man? Midnight lingerie delivery?" "Mike! Not again!" Her voice sharpened with fury. "Work necessity! Special case! Separate rooms! Must you think so basely? I need them now! Are you bringing them or not?"
The Call Ended
Her rapid-fire words allowed no reply. "Beep... beep... beep..." The abrupt dial tone sliced through everything—cold, relentless. I stood frozen, the phone glued to my ear, the tone drilling into my skull. Suite? Saving? Compromise? Her final "or not" burned like a brand. Anger and icy despair shattered reason.
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Silence. Then her voice, tinged with impatience: "Oh, that. Budgets are tight; urgent trip, hotel full—only a suite available. It has a living room and bedroom. Perfectly separate. Saving money—boss approved." Separate? Suite? Saving money? The phone pressed coldly against my ear; her "boss-approved" phrase slithered down my spine like ice.
Her Justification
My heart hammered, numbing my fingertips. "Tracy," I rasped, each word a struggle, "is this appropriate? Sharing a suite with a man? Midnight lingerie delivery?" "Mike! Not again!" Her voice sharpened with fury. "Work necessity! Special case! Separate rooms! Must you think so basely? I need them now! Are you bringing them or not?"
The Call Ended
Her rapid-fire words allowed no reply. "Beep... beep... beep..." The abrupt dial tone sliced through everything—cold, relentless. I stood frozen, the phone glued to my ear, the tone drilling into my skull. Suite? Saving? Compromise? Her final "or not" burned like a brand. Anger and icy despair shattered reason.
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