Michelle, his boss.

Jason pondered for a little while. He wasn’t exactly ****. His ex-wife had only just finished sucking his dick after all. However, there were a ton of people he wanted to see now that he had the chance to change some things – but who should he visit first. Jason thought for a minute about work and how his boss Michelle was a hardass in a pencil-skirt – almost half his age too! Fast-track management. His sister had been giving him a lot of grief lately too. And there were Cara's smart-ass friends. Shit, there were too many to count. He had not went on social media for almost a year due to the sanctimonious bitches showing off how great their life was and how much Jason was a failure by comparison. Fuck, he would show them.

But yeah, maybe it was time to go to work. Maybe he should ask Michelle for a pay rise! he laughed quietly to himself.

He picked up his new pen and started to write in the notepad. Michelle will do what I tell her to.

"Hello. Jason? What are you calling me for at the weekend? And why a video-call?" Michelle's face came into view. Her normally well-coiffed blonde hair was held in a simple pony tail. She looked annoyed. Good!

"Don't hang up Michelle. And don't shout or scream".

"What?" she asked perplexed, but in a normal tone of voice at least. Jason was used to her high pitched squeals at work as she lambasted him for poor productivity, and could well do without those squeals today.

"Put the phone a bit further away, so I can see more of you. Yeah, torso and head".

"Ok, but I don't see why", she said, still in her annoyed tone but at a reasonable volume at least.

As she sat the phone against something and moved her chair back so that her green t-shirt top came into view as well as her face, Jason was **** to admit she did have a fairly impressive rack of tits, even though the t-shirt was a little loose.

"Take off your t-shirt Michelle". he said calmly.

"What?" she asked incredulously. then caught the waist band and began pulling it over her head. Michelle's eyes bulged as she looked at the screen, realising what she had just done, then crossed her arms over her chest. "How did you..."?

Jason grinned. "Now clasp your hands together".

Michelle looked at the screen in horror without speaking and did as she was told, revealing her plain white satin bra to him.

"and put them on top of your head".

"H... how can you..." she said, and complied

Jason ignored her. "Are you alone in your house"?

"N... no".

"Who else is there"?

"Belinda". Michelle's face was white.

"Who is Belinda?"

"She..." Michelle struggled against saying the next words, "She's my wife".

Jason gasped. Michelle wasn't even out at work. WTF? "Shout her to come to the phone. Get her on screen".

"Belinda!" yelled Michelle, then turned to face the camera once more with dread.

Jason looked down at his notepad.

Underneath where it said Michelle will do what I tell her to. he added Belinda will do what I tell her to.

A few moments later, a slim fairly light skinned black girl came into view. "What the hell is going on 'Chelle?"

"Sit down beside her Belinda. Behave yourself and don't shout or scream", called Jason from the phone.

"Huh"? said the black girl but perched beside Michelle on the sofa. She wore a black vest top. "Who is this guy?"

"Doesn't matter. Make out with each other on screen for me!"

"No. That's not right! Oomph!" said Michelle, but was cut off as Belinda turned and locked lips with her. The black girl slipped her hand inside Michelle's bra cup and began fondling her breast. Although she turned her eyes to stare at the screen Michelle responded and Jason could see her tongue entering Belinda's mouth.

Jason got his cock out and began to gently stroke it, watching his boss unwillingly making out with her hot young wife, but although it was starting to come back to life, he was finding it a little uncomfortable so soon after his own ex-wife had sucked him off.

A little disappointed but undeterred, Jason picked up the pen and notepad once more and wrote. "My recovery time from sex is 5 minutes, after which I will be fine to go again". Suddenly the discomfort in his loins was gone and he felt he could fully join in with the lesbian display in front of him. The only thing was, now that he was ready, should he just toss one off watching his boss go for it with her wife, or should he get properly involved with someone.

He wrote: "Michelle and Belinda have great sex, then totally forget I called", before getting dressed and heading for the door, bringing his pen with him.