She Goes To Confront him. I Get An Email From ...My Boss? And My Girlfriend's in the Thumbnail.

It's a short email. The address is my Boss's name, his home email.

The subject is 'Play me, Timmy, if you value your job.'

The body is a video with a play button. A frame of my girlfriend, Cindy, in the clothes she just left in. Hoop earrings shining. Sitting on a rich looking leather couch. A coffee table in front of her.

I feel myself growing hard already and can't make excuses. It's clearly from one thing.

The prospect of my girlfriend fucking somebody else.

Fucking my Boss. Fucking my former bully from all those years where he'd beat me up and make fun of me. Where I couldn't say anything because he'd boas about how his cock was big and if I ever wanted to prove I was more of a man we could take them out and compare. But he knew I wouldn't because I'd be smaller.

That Boss. The cocky, asshole, definitely bigger-dicked Boss. Tye.

I gulp, hand moving to the e-mail. I try to speak but can't. I clench fists and breathe to try and lessen my hard-on. Doesn't work.

I click play.