I work for the US Intelligence agency as a data analyst. I basically scroll through thousands of emails, phone conversations, and text messages from our worldwide embassy staff.
The basis of my job is to see if any of our people are selling secrets to other countries. There is a team of six of us, and we have the highest security clearance in the agency. I see things about our embassy staff's private lives that would shock people to the core. We get it all every personal photo, every erotic text message ever sent.
Two years ago, the NSA sent me to the US consulate in Vietnam after a spate of security issues among consulate staff. My capacity was told to the staff team as a consulate general administrator, but my real task was data analysis.
Around six months after living in Ho Chi Minh, I met and fell in love with Linh. I had never met a woman so beautiful, loving, and incredibly sexy. We first met in the laundry in our apartment building and soon became good friends, then lovers, and what a lover she is. Her sex drive is insatiable. After twelve months, I proposed, and we were married six months later, just before I was moved back to DC.
Linh, or Lilly, the western name she picked for herself before we moved back to the US, had no idea what I did as I couldn't tell her. Because of that, I seemed a bit anal about certain things she constantly did. Like our phone conversations and what she would send me via text because I knew the other analysts would see it.
This caused Lilly to become agitated, thinking I didn't love her or that I was ashamed of her appearance. She argued it wasn't normal that a husband didn't want to receive sexy photos or erotic text messages from his wife during the day.
As I said, Lilly is very sexual and an extremely visual person. After returning home to the US, she would send me photos of herself while lingerie shopping and lying in bed, masturbating. It was terribly embarrassing for me knowing one of the members of my small team would be seeing them. So I asked her to stop sending such things to me.
Lilly was very headstrong at twenty-six, and my request to stop sending such messages to me only made her send them more often and even more explicit. So I dropped the subject with her, hoping she would just get tired and stop sending such text messages.
Lilly is stunning with her waist-length straight black hair and larger-than-average breasts for a Vietnamese girl. Her tiny waist made them look even larger. Her coffee-colored, thick, firm nipples sat up high and proud all the time. Lilly is five foot three inches tall and very slender. Her pussy is waxed smooth, and her long thick lips are clearly visible even with her legs together.
The first indication that Lilly's text messages were common knowledge within my team was when my boss, Henry, mentioned to me casually one day just before the staff Christmas party how attractive Lilly was. He went on to say he couldn't wait to dance with her at the upcoming Christmas party in a couple of days.
It took me a few seconds to realize how he would know how attractive my wife was as he hadn't met her. I definitely didn't like how he said he was looking forward to meeting her at the Christmas party. Henry is six feet six inches tall and built like a bricks shit house. He is African American and is rumored to be an ex-Navy seal intelligence operative. His muscular body would suggest that might not be just a rumor.
It was evident now that Henry had been intercepting my phone messages. That made sense since he was my supervisor. I felt a sudden cringe in my stomach. And I felt sick, knowing that this incredibly good-looking massive black guy had been looking at photos and video clips of my petite Asian wife Lilly naked and fucking herself with the nine-inch black dildo. A funny gift her friends had given her for her bachelorette party, which she seemed to use constantly lately, going by the video clips I received.
That night at home, I again tried to explain to Lilly that our phone conversations might not be private due to my position in the US government.
"You are ashamed of your wife. You think I'm ugly," Lilly screamed when I finished explaining to her.
"No, of course not, darling. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met," I replied, defending my stance on racy pictures and videos.
"Then why you not like when I send you pictures? You ashamed I'm not American girl, or maybe you like boys? My friends say you might be gay. My friends all say all men like sexy pictures from wife. I don't understand what's wrong with you," Lilly snapped, getting angry.
Frustrated, I decided no point fighting it anymore. Henry had obviously already seen Lilly, so it hardly mattered now, did it?
"Darling, I can assure you I'm not gay, and I'm not ashamed of you. I'm very proud of you; I tell everyone at work how beautiful and sexy my wife is. I don't mind really that you want to show me how much you love me with your sexy photos and messages. I was just being cautious, that's all."
"Do you really tell your friends at work I'm beautiful and sexy, or you just saying that to make me happy?" She asked, calming down a bit and hugging me.
"No, darling, I'm always bragging to my work friends how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are," I said, unwittingly playing right into Henry's deviant plans.
This seemed to satisfy Lily that I did find her attractive and that I wasn't gay. We made hot passionate love a couple of times until I was worn out. I knew from experience it probably was nearly enough for my borderline nymphomaniac wife.
Saturday night came around quicker than I would have liked. Henry had made several comments to me over the week about Lily and sought me out Friday afternoon to ensure she would be coming to the Christmas party at the Capital Building.
My fears of Henry's attraction to Lily were exasperated when she walked into the living room with her hair up in a beehive bun in a red dress that barely covered her large, firm breasts. The dress plunged deep in the front with two loose bits of material covering her erect nipples with ample side boob exposure, not to mention the long split running to her upper thigh.
The look on my face must have been enough for Lily to be concerned about her dress choice.
"Why do you make that funny face? Is dress not sexy enough? I want to make good impression on your friends. You said you say I beautiful and sexy, woman, so want to show them how lucky you are,"
I knew whatever I said now would cause an argument. I would be the bad guy if I tried to explain it was too much for a work Christmas party. But if I'm honest, she looked hot as hell. Still, I was concerned she would attract too much attention, especially from Henry.
"Darling, you look amazing. I can't tell you how good you look. Every man there will be falling all over you. My boss has been excited to meet you; he told me he thought you were extremely beautiful,"
"Oh really, You hadn't mentioned that before. How he know what I looked like? You show him my picture?"
Realizing what I had said and unable to explain further due to national security, I simply replied, " Yes, darling, I showed him your pictures."
Our arrival at the capital building caused the stir I thought it would, with Lily's dress barely covering her top half. She was the center of attention from the men, but I could see the Chinese whispers from the women.
Henry spotted us at the bar. His huge grin told me he liked what he saw, his eyes undressing Lily from top to bottom, but then he already knew what she looked like intimately.
Henry left the group of people he was engaged in conversation with and made a beeline for us.
"You must be the lovely lily, and may I say you are even more radiant and attractive in the flesh," he said, taking lily's hand, lifting it to his lips, and gently kissing it.
His eyes never leaving Lily as they roamed her body, most likely remembering every intimate detail. It was as if I wasn't even there.
"Come, Lily, let me introduce you to the rest of the team Travis works with. We are a very tight-knit bunch, and they are going to love you, I'm sure," Henry said, taking Lily by the hand and guiding her into the next room out of my sight.
I was left waiting at the bar for our drinks to be made, silently seething. Henry hadn't even acknowledged me. Instead, making his way straight to Lily before dragging her off.
Unfortunately, just as our drinks arrived, the director of the NSA slid in next to me at the bar, and he wanted to talk to me about Some work matters. 'The director had kept me busy for nearly forty minutes. By the time I got away, I could no longer see Lilly.
I searched everywhere for her. It was evident that she was no longer at the party. Then it hit me. None of my team were at the party. My heart sank. I immediately thought the worst. Then I spotted Tony.
"Tony, where the hell is My wife and the guys?"
"I'm sorry, buddy, I really a. It was Henry's idea. I didn't want any part of it. They are in Henry's office."
I exited the room and headed down the hall to Henry's office.
I opened the door and nearly died. Lilly was on her hands and knees. Clive was fucking her furiously from behind While Steve had his cock down Lilly's throat. I don't know how big his Cock was, but Lilly's eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was gagging. I had never heard her making those noises when she had blown me.
I stood there, a broken man. Henry smiled a big broad smile.
"Come and join us, John. Lilly was thrilled you decided to share all her intimate photos and videos with the guys. And telling us how beautiful and sexy she is. She just couldn't believe you wanted to give her all these big dicks for her Christmas present to apologize for being angry at her for sending all the naughty text messages while you were at work."