Monday comes quickly - the big night!

You fuck your girlfriend when she confesses to masturbating in the shower in the locker room. You fuck her later that day. You pleasure her with your mouth and your cock. You fuck her twice on Sunday. And every time you fuck her you talk about Samantha and what a wonder girlfriend she is.

You get Emma off to ease her nerves, you get her off to finalize her cuckquean training, and you get her off to reward her for a job well done.

Emma doesn't understand why you're so confident that Samantha won't react poorly to being propositioned by her boss. She thinks Emma wants to fuck you, but she's also your employee and has a husband. If things go wrong, they could go very wrong, she worries.

You, of course, know exactly how much Samantha loves you cock. You're more worried about Samantha won't be a good enough actor and will give away that you and she are already fucking. And you're a little worried that Emma will get cold feet, but you're fairly confident you've prepared her to enjoy watching you fuck Samantha.

Samantha comes over looking positively adorable. She's wearing a skirt far too short for the office and a form fitting t-shirt with a plunging neckline. Emma, eyes her up and down, complimenting Samantha profusely.

You leave your women alone while they watch the Batchelor. You just provide them with cocktails to help ease Emma's nerves. They get aroused both knowing what's to come and the fact that the TV show they are watching involves a group of women fighting over a man isn't lost on either of them.

"Who do you think John would choose?" Samantha asks.

"From the women at the Google office?" Emma asks, since she had been thinking about all of your cute employees like, Samantha, Laura Jean and Caitlin having to compete for you The Bachelor style-for promotions.

"No! From the girls on the show!" Samantha says.

Emma names the girl who, being white, tall, and skinny looks the most like Samantha.