The first time I saw Min Young-ju was the day she came in for a job interview. She was from Korea and new to our country.

My wife and I have a small business in Phoenix and we're always trying to find front office people, so it wasn't unusual to give interviews at anytime during the week.

The only thing I remember about her during the interview was that she never said a word to anyone, except to my wife, and that she was sort of cute.

I was surprised when Cheryl told me that she'd hired her. But according to her resume she had an MBA in accounting and was willing to work for peanuts, so I guess we were lucky. At the time I didn't know just how lucky.

My wife Cheryl is an exceptional woman. She helped me build our business from the first, and the fact that she has pretty Scandinavian features and a sex drive like a man hasn't hurt our relationship either.

It's nice to have a pretty wife, but kinky and pretty is one hell of a combination. I know how lucky I am. I've talked to plenty of my buddies to know just how special Cheryl is.

As an example of my wife's kinky nature I'll tell you what she did last weekend. I was standing out in our front yard watching some kids playing in the street. Cheryl came up behind me and pressed against my back. Then I felt her hand massaging my crotch though my jeans.

The kids could see what she was doing to me, and for that matter anyone else who happened by. I just stood there and enjoyed my wife's perverse nature, and I got painfully hard as she continued to massage me. It was a turn on to see the kids watching us, and I knew that our neighbors were probably watching too.

The most wonderful and kinkiest thing Cheryl ever did though was at work. And it involved our accounts clerk Min Young-ju.

She worked for us for about 2 months before I realized that Min was her family name and Young-ju was her given name. But even though I didn't know her name I did notice that she was a sexy little thing. Apparently she was an immigrant to the US and although she could speak English pretty well, she didn't know much about our country.

Anyway, I guess she made a rather substantial mistake at the bank one day and Cheryl balled her out. Young-ju cried and things got pretty messy. I tried to step in and defend her because she was new, but Cheryl told me to butt out in no uncertain terms.

After Cheryl left for the bank to straighten out Young- ju's error the pretty little Korean came into my office and mumbled that she was sorry and that she would do anything she could to make it up to me.

The way she talked and her body language made me think that she was coming on to me. Believe me when I say that I would never act on any impulse, not with sexual harassment cases being prosecuted all the time. But she seemed all flushed and maintained eye contact as she said, "I'm sorry, and I will do ANYTHING to make it better for you, anything at all."

I mean, how would you take that?

I assured her that everything would be okay, and thought nothing more about it. That is not until I got home that night. Then I told Cheryl about Young-ju's flirting.

All my wife said was, "Well that little whore, I knew she had the hots for you."

I started to protest, but she shut me up with her next words.

"Honey, I think I'm going to give her to you. She's sexy looking and I think I'd like to see you fuck her."

A lump the size of Texas was lodged in my throat. I couldn't swallow, hell I couldn't breathe. What was my pretty little wife saying? Was she going to fix things up for me to screw this Korean babe?

When I tried to get a more definitive idea of what Cheryl meant she just smiled and told me to wait and see.

The next morning Cheryl told me to hang around the house and come in to work late; about 10 am. I didn't say anything I just looked at her and knew that she was planning something. I was instantly hard at the thought that my kinky little wife was planning sex for me with Young-ju. YES!

I came into the office at exactly 10 c'clock and was ushered into my office by Cheryl. Immediately she told me that after work she was going to make my day. Of course nothing I said would drag any more information out of her.

All day long I surreptitiously glanced at Young-ju. More than once I caught a speculative look from her. Had my wife talked her into screwing me? Did the poor girl think by fucking the boss she'd get a head or something? Well, I didn't care why she was doing it; I just wanted to fuck her. And to have my wife arranging things only made it better.

Just after 5 c'clock I heard Cheryl ushering the office people out. I got up from my desk and went into the outer office. There was Young-ju, sitting at her desk all demure with eyes downcast.