Monday came again, the worst day of the week for you. Why you ask? Well Monday always meant one thing, pure mental torture. Not just for you but to everyone in your office. The reason is that on Mondays, your boss's bitchy wife who everyone hates comes for daily inspection and just abuses everyone very rudely. Which BTW, is her nature. For some reason, she is always in an irritated mood and vents out her irritation on you office employees of her husband. Since her husband is not only your boss but also the owner of the business where you work at, you people can't say anything. Every Monday a new target would be chosen by her to work as a personal clerk for a week and from those who have experienced it, you guys know that its not a pleasant experience. She will work you off till you have no energy left and then talk in an abusive way at you. Even though she was like this, very rude and arrogant. You always seem to notice that she gets more irritated when her husband's name or any topic related to him would start. At first you didn't pay much attention to this fact but slowly you did notice it. Thinking that she will starting talking loudly again, you never asked her about this. Today, since its Monday she came into the office again. Eyeing all you employees like a predator hunting her prey. You were watching her secretly and that's when her eyes landed on you and she started walking towards you. Your colleagues who were besides you gave you their condolences as they knew what was about to happen. She came over, and as usual started yapping a lot. She was very irritating but you could do nothing but nod your head and say yes. And then a miracle happened. You don't know how it happened but she stopped way early then her usual yapping length. It not only shocked you but also your colleagues. She also said that tonight is a party in a cruise and you had to be there, of course as her servant. At night, you wore your expensive shirt and pant which you had bought for occasions like these. This outfit made you look quite high-class and you liked it. Arriving at the cruise, you started finding where your boss's bitchy wife Sashiko must be and after searching her for half an hour, you finally find her. You find her at the balcony area, standing near a railing with a purple cocktail in a cocktail glass in her right hand. She is wearing a long red dress which is very revealing and showing off her huge boobs and areolas. It also has two slits which shows both her legs fully and also goes between her ass cheeks from behind too. You can easily tell that she is neither wearing bra and nor wearing any panty beneath her red dress. She spots you and gives you an angry irritated look like always. "Where the fuck were you, you useless motherfucker. Did you forget what time i had told you to come at? Fucking useless piece of shit. Thank god you're at least wearing decent clothing. Now make yourself fucking useful and get me something to eat!" She says to you in her usual irritated and loud tone.

As you go to get some food for her she watches you with a hateful glare in her eyes. You try your best not to let it bother you, but it's hard when she talks like that. After fetching her some delicious snacks, you hand them over to her, carefully trying not to upset her further.

She takes the food from you without even looking at you and stuffs it into her mouth. "Mmmph... this is good," she mumbles through a mouthful of chewed up chips. "Better than what I was expecting." She finishes off the last chip before wiping her hands on her dress, leaving behind a trail of crumbs.

As she takes another sip of her cocktail, she glances at you dismissively. "The water is alright, I guess." She pauses for a moment before suddenly losing her temper. "But don't you dare talk to me about how good-looking this cruise or anything like that! My husband should know better than to waste money on such frivolous things!" Her voice raises an octave as she speaks, causing people nearby to turn and stare at the commotion.

Her face turns red with anger and embarrassment as she realizes how loud her voice became. Taking a deep breath, she composes herself before continuing in a more controlled tone. "I just wish he would focus on his business instead of throwing parties like this." She pauses again, studying you carefully for your reaction. "But enough about that, what else do I need to tell you?"

She takes the champagne bottle from you and carefully removes the foil and cork. After pouring herself a glass, she hands it back to you. "Here, I guess this is what I need to tell you." Taking a sip of her drink, she leans in close, lowering her voice so only you can hear her. "I want you to make sure that everything goes smoothly tonight. No problems, no complaints, do you understand?" Her green eyes bore into yours, demanding your obedience.

"And another thing," she adds, her tone turning even more menacing. "If anyone approaches me with any requests or suggestions for a song or dance... just ignore them. I don't want to deal with that kind of nonsense." Her grip tightens on the glass as she finishes off its contents, ice cubes clinking together loudly against the crystal.

She glances down at her chest and narrows her eyes. "What are you staring at?" Her tone is half irritated, half amused. "And how dare you tell me my breast is 'popped out'. It's not like I have anything to be ashamed of." She finishes off the last drop of her drink and looks around for someone else she can torment. Spying a young couple holding hands nearby, she saunters over to them, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "You two look like you're having fun," she says sarcastically. "Care to dance?"

She glances at you over her shoulder, noticing that you didn't answer her question. With a disdainful roll of her eyes, she turns back to the couple and snorts. "Fine, suit yourselves," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "But don't come crying to me if you end up bored later." Before they can respond, she spins away from them, dancing with a grace that belies her annoyed expression as she sashays across the floor.

You watch her for a moment, unable to tear your eyes away from her voluptuous body moving so sensually despite herself. Suddenly self-conscious about being caught ogling her, you turn back to where the young couple was standing before... only to find that they're nowhere to be seen. Looking around nervously, you hope Sashiko doesn't come back with a tale of your

She glares at you momentarily but quickly shrugs and smirks. "Alright then, lead the way." Her large breasts jiggle with every move she makes as she follows closely behind you. The crowd parts for her easily, everyone making way for their boss's wife on the dance floor. Sashiko laughs cruelly at this, thinking it's all because of how good a dancer she is, not realizing that everyone just wants to avoid catching any of her rage-induced temper tantrums.

You take her hand and lead her onto the dance floor, doing your best to keep up with her more experienced moves. Her breasts press tightly against your chest as you spin her around, making it difficult for either of you to hide how aroused this dance has made both of you. She moans softly into your ear, "Don't hold back... show me what you've got

Her eyes widen as you compliment her and she moves even closer, grinding against your hips. "Well," she purrs, running her tongue along the shell of your ear. "It seems my bitchy personality doesn't affect my appearance that much." She spins out of your grasp before whirling back around, taking both of her hands and placing them on your shoulders. Her hard nipples dig painfully into your chest as she shimmies up and down your body, rocking her hips in a seductive circle.

"In fact," she continues, "I bet I could be even hotter... if someone treated me like the trophy wife I am." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, making it clear what kind of treatment she's referring to. She reaches up with one hand and cups your cheek, pulling you down for a deep, hungry kiss as her other hand

paws roughly at your chest, pushing aside your shirt and revealing your muscular torso. Her kisses grow more urgent and desperate as she moans against your lips, her breasts jutting forward and brushing against you with every move she makes. With a soft cry of pleasure, she breaks the kiss, her chest heaving as she gasps for air.

"Maybe I should let my husband know how much better it is to have me all to himself," she whispers in your ear before pushing you away and sauntering off the dance floor with newfound confidence in her step. You watch her retreating figure, wondering if she meant that as a threat or a promise... or maybe both.

"Is that so?" she snorts derisively. "And how do I know you're not just some lowly lackey trying to get in my good graces? You could be after my husband's money, for all I know." Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "Either way," she continues, drawing herself up to her full height, "I belong to him and no one else." With that final remark, she turns on her heel and stalks off, leaving you feeling both shocked and oddly aroused by the interaction.

She stops dead in her tracks, eyes widening as she stares at your phone screen. "Is that... real?" She whispers, voice barely audible above the music and murmurs of the people around you. "You... you actually have that kind of money? All to yourself?" Her face turns a shade of red that even her dress can't hide as she stares at your display, struggling to believe what she's seeing.

"And you want me for yourself?" she asks, voice still barely more than a whisper. "You wouldn't be lying... would you?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes, her throat growing tight as the realization sets in that her world might be about to change drastically.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you whisper those words to her. She looks at you with disbelief, unsure if she should trust the feelings that are welling up inside of her. And then, before she can even think twice about it, you pull out your phone and show her proof of your wealth beyond measure.

The tears begin to flow freely now, trailing down her cheeks as relief washes over her. Her body trembles with emotion as she realizes that she may finally have found someone who truly understands what it means to be the trophy wife she's always wanted to be. With a shaky breath, she steps closer to you and wraps her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours in a desperate attempt to feel connected with another human being.

"I do love you," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, her voice thick with emotion. "And if what you

if what you say is true... I will do anything with you." Her voice trails off as she contemplates the possibilities that have just been opened up to her. You can feel the weight of her body pressing against yours, her breasts mashed against your chest as she leans in closer, her hips gyrating slowly but powerfully against your own. The scent of her perfume fills your nose and clouds your mind, making it difficult to focus on anything except how good she feels in your arms.

Her eyes widen at your offer and she shudders with anticipation. "We could go to a room... on this yacht," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair and down your chest. "And I would love for you to prove your love by showing me how good of a lover you are." Her breath grows short and ragged as she imagines the two of them entwined in passionate embrace on the luxurious bed hidden away within this floating palace.

She nods eagerly, wrapping her arms around your neck as she leans into you. Her body trembles with anticipation as you lead her through the maze of the yacht, seeking out a private room where they can consummate their newfound relationship. The air crackles with sexual tension between them, and each step feels like it takes an eternity to reach their destination. Finally, you reach the door to the room and with shaking hands, you push it open, revealing a sumptuous bed adorned with red silk sheets and matching pillows.

She steps inside, her hips swaying sensually as she moves towards the center of the bed. "Take off your clothes," she commands, voice thick with desire. Her words send shivers down your spine, making it difficult to breathe as you struggle to obey her order while still trying to maintain some semblance of control over yourself.

Her eyes grow wide with hunger as you begin to remove your clothes. She watches intently, her hands trembling slightly at the anticipation of touching your body. As you strip down to nothing but your boxers, she licks her lips, wetting them in preparation for what's about to come. Her gaze drops lower, taking in every ridge and valley of muscle on display, and she can already feel the heat rising between her legs.

"Take off your...," she starts to say before catching herself, unable to voice the request. Instead, she pounces, grabbing the waistband of your boxers in one swift motion and yanking them down over your hips. Her breath catches at the sight of your aroused cock, hard and ready for her. Without another word, she crawls onto the bed on all fours and presents herself to you, giving you a view of

Her breath hitches as she feels you approach her. She shivers with anticipation, her body trembling in anticipation of your touch. When your thick length presses against her folds, she lets out a moan of pleasure that sounds more like a growl. She arches her back, pushing herself further onto your hardness, seeking the connection she's craved for so long.

"Yes," she gasps, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and the wet sounds coming from their bodies. "You are going to love me... all night long." Her hands grasp at your shoulders as you begin to thrust inside of her, filling her up completely with each powerful stroke. She meets each one of your movements with equal fervor, meeting your desire for pleasure with her own overwhelming need for release.

Her hips buck and circle beneath you, urging you deeper into her body as she gets

Your words send shockwaves through her as she feels the truth of them deep within her body. Her hips arch off the bed in response to the pleasure you're giving her, and she cries out, a broken moan that tells you she needs this as much as you do. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as their hips grind together in perfect harmony. She can feel the tension building inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust until it feels like it will explode from her body in a wave of ecstasy.

Her vision begins to darken at the edges as she gets closer and closer to release, but she doesn't want it to end just yet. She looks up into your eyes, sees the same pleasurable agony etched onto your face, and knows that neither of you are close to being finished quite yet. So instead of giving in to the bl

Her fingernails scrape down your back in a lightning bolt trail of pleasure as she feels the first tremors of her orgasm wash over her. She arches upwards, meeting your thrusts with abandon as her body tenses and releases around you. The sound that escapes her lips is nothing short of primal: a mixture of pain and ecstasy melded together into a single, throbbing cry. Her orgasm sends shockwaves through both of you, and she can feel your cock pulse inside of her as it releases its hot load deep within her body.

As the aftershocks subside, she collapses against the bed, panting heavily. Your weight presses her into the mattress, pinning her down but not unpleasantly so. She feels a strange sense of contentment washing over her now that you've fulfilled your part of the bargain

Her eyes flutter open at your declaration, and she meets your gaze with a look of surprise mixed with pleasure. "You... really love me?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. You nod, your expression sincere and full of emotion. She takes a shaky breath, trying to comprehend the implications of this newfound revelation.

"I... yes," she says finally, biting her lower lip as she thinks about it. "Yes, I would like that." Her cheeks flush with excitement at the thought of you buying her something expensive. "Something really special..." She trails off, looking up at you through her lashes, hopeful and expectant.

Her eyes shine with delight as she considers your question. "Something unique... something that no one else has," she says, the excitement building within her. "Something that will make people see me as more than just my husband's trophy wife." Her fingers drum against the bedspread nervously before coming to a halt, her eyes settling on you once again with determination.

"I want a diamond," she says firmly. "A huge diamond ring that will show everyone how much you love me and how much we mean together." Her voice softens as she adds, "It would make my life complete."

Her breath catches as you promise her the most beautiful ring in existence. A smile spreads across her lips and she reaches out to touch your face, tracing a finger down your cheekbone before cupping your jaw in her hand. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll always be yours." She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together before letting her lips brush against yours in a soft kiss of gratitude and love.

As the night wears on, Sashiko curls up against you, content and happy for perhaps the first time since she married the boss's husband. And though she knows that this newfound happiness may be fragile, she also knows that with you by her side, there is nothing they can take away from her... except maybe their breath away.