The Part Time Assistant

Claire joined me and pressed her warm body against my back. Her small hand reached over and gently stroked my cock, giving it a squeeze and a bit of a tug, but it remained flaccid and she sooned stopped. I felt that was a final test of me and that my body had failed hers.

We lay there breathing in sync until just as I was about to fall asleep, she whispered, "Richard's taking me out again tomorrow..."

I shot bolt upright in bed and said "What?!"

"Shh, honey. I enjoyed myself, what harm is another nice evening out in good company?"

She was almost purring as she fell asleep beside me. It was a long time before I was able to.

The next morning was Friday and I asked where she would be going that night? She said Richard was collecting her - so could I please park my car further down the street and keep out of sight for eight so I wouldn't blow her cover. Now he knew she liked dancing (another thing I was bad at!) then he would be taking her to a club after a few drinks at a bar. At work, Richard was in our office several times through the day, each time to chat to Claire who was certainly welcoming to him - smiling, chatting, flicking her hair back as they flirted together in front of me. He was the boss, so nobody was going to tell him off for wasting time - and I was very neatly trapped into not being able to say anything. Claire had now stopped wearing my ring entirely. After lunch, a florist delivered a bunch of red roses for her. She squealed in delight as she read the card and when she saw they were from Richard, jumped up to give him a kiss on the cheek as he stood in the doorway. My heart dropped a little, but for some reason a part of me was aroused by this display, especially as his hand reached behind her and cupped a buttock as she leant into him briefly. The moment was one of a couple, of him claiming ownership of her. Not over me - he had no clue I was her husband and had spent years with her.

The day wore on, slowly for me but quickly for her. Again we made our ways home, she left after me and was fifteen minutes later back home clutching her roses. When she came through the door, buzzing with energy, I asked why she'd taken so long to get home. "Oh, I stayed behind and talked to Richard."

"Is that all?" I asked, a little surly.

"Oh babe, sorry to make you jealous. I don't mean to, but this is such fun - it's like being young again! We did have a little kiss after everyone else had gone, but I left as soon as he tried to feel my boobs." Her expression changed to one of sadness and she pouted a little, "Do you want me to stop this, John? Shall I ring him and tell him I won't go out tonight and have fun?"

I considered. I was a little scared that even if I said no, she would still go and I would lose all pretense of having some control over my wife. I forced a smile.

"No, love. You go out tonight and enjoy yourself. Just promise to tell me everything when you get home."

Claire threw her arms around me and gave me a hugely happy hug and a big sloppy kiss. I wondered how little that 'kiss' had been with Richard, but I couldn't taste anything unusual

She spent the new couple of hours happily getting ready. Taking a long, hot bath and shaving her legs and armpits. I brought her a glass of wine in the bath and sat on the toilet chatting, while admiring her perfect body. Her pubic hair was trimmed tidily as usual, and her breasts full and milkily perfect. My lack of ability in the bedroom meant I'd been unsuccessful in siring children and the subject had been put on hold, so her body at thirty was still free from sag or stretch mark.

She stood up in the bath after drinking the wine and while the water drained away I patted this goddess dry with a big fluffy towel, all over. Once dry, she walked confidently to the bedroom and passed me the moisturising lotion. "Be a love, would you?" she asked and lay down.

Well, this was no hardship. I liberally and slowly rubbed the lotion into her soft, damp and yielding skin, savouring the experience. First her neck, shoulders, back - then her lovely buttocks and a quick slide up her crevice to ensure every inch was moisturised. Down her legs and feet, then she turned over. Still at her feet, I worked my way up. Shins, knees, thighs... Inner thighs... An inch of my index finger slid inside her and up, carrying the lotion into her crack. She shuddered in pleasure, eyes closed and enjoying my work. Then up across her hips, stomach, up her sides, around and under her perfect breasts, then her newly shaved armpits, neck and with the tips of my fingers - her face to its hairline.

Finishing, I kissed her lightly on her lips and declared; "Perfect." For some strange reason I had enjoyed this ritualistic preparation of my woman for another man, and I felt my penis swell. She hadn't noticed and although I felt a desire to swiftly shove it hard between her oiled thighs, I said nothing about it.

"Do you think he'll like me?" she asked, eyes still closed.

"Any man would. You are georgous." I replied honestly.

She got up and crossed to the dressing table, sitting in front of its mirror and carefully brushing her long, blonde hair. She put in two small silver earrings and a thin silver chain around her neck. I'd seen her prepare herself many times before, but never in this context - exclusively for somebody else.

"You are a love. Please can you fetch me the blue carrier bag in the bottom of the wardrobe?"

I spotted it quickly and passed it to her and she emptied the bag's contents on the dresser. Inside were two items.

Firstly she put on a very thin white g-string. Smaller than anything I'd seen her in before, the front only just covered her blonde bush. The view from the rear was astonishing - just a thin white cord disappearing between her cheeks.

The second item turned out to be a white sleeveless halter-top dress. Sliding it up her body and tightly over her golden breasts, she looked amazing. Held up by a thin strap behind her neck, it squeezed her breasts together enough for an impressive cleavage while flaring out at mid-thigh. Stunning. Together with a pair of two-inch heels for dancing, she was the perfect picture.

The doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock - 7:55 - he was early! Claire gave a quick squirt of perfume down her cleavage and wrists, grabbed her handbag and with the briefest of kisses to me, trotted down the stairs. I stayed in our bedroom upstairs as she opened the door and heard Richard's deep voice exclaiming at how beautiful she was. She giggled girlishly and then the voices were cut off as the door banged shut. I went into the unlit spare bedroom and looked out carefully to see Richard holding open a taxi's rear door for her. She slid in, he hopped in the other side and they were gone.

Silence. Loss. Jealousy. Loneliness. Arousal.

I returned to the bedroom and after switching off the light, lay back in darkness and thought. Was Richard kissing her in the taxi already? Which bar were they going to? And which club? Would she let him grope her? Would she go somewhere private with him?

As I lay there, I became aware that my penis was erect. FULLY erect, harder than it had been in years. This confused me. I had already admitted to myself that I found it exciting to watch my wife be approached by Richard and the other men of the office - somehow our secret made this act of voyeurism as I watched her get hit on day after day even more pleasurable, but I hadn't actually achieved a full erection for so long I had begun to doubt I ever would again. Was that why I had allowed Claire to "go have some fun"?

There is a word I have heard before, "compersion". It means "An empathetic state of happiness and joy experienced when another individual experiences happiness and joy," This was what I was feeling. I loved my wife so much I wanted her to be happy, even if it was with another. Not forever of course, I didn't want to lose her - and actually Richard, being married himself, was a safer bet than most. He wouldn't want to get emotionally involved.

I masturbated. The once familiar movements and feelings returning, my body opening like a flower to the rain after a long, long drought. A shuddering climax and helplessness.

I cleaned myself up then watched some TV, always listening out for a car pulling up as I half watched the clock.

11.30 came and went. Then 12.30. Finally, at 1am I heard a car draw up outside and turned off the tv. A car door opened and there was female giggling and exaggerated shushing. I recognised Claire's voice. Things went quiet and I peeked out of the window being careful not to be seen. No risk - I could see down to our driveway that Richard and Claire were embracing against the side of the taxi, sharing a deep french kiss. Her hands, almost white in the moonlight, were clamped around his buttocks pulling his groin into hers. My penis was again erect as I watched my wife behave lewdly outside our marital home. A white blur in the taxi itself revealed the taxi driver was having himself a good look himself.

Eventually they broke and she tottered up the driveway as Richard got back in the taxi and left. Claire was very drunk, but also very happy. She lent on the doorbell and I rushed down to let her in before she woke the neighbours. She fell into my arms across the threshold as I opened the door.

"Hello love!" she slurred.

I supported most of her weight as I closed the door and walked her slowly up the stairs. As we entered the bedroom she pushed herself away from me, dropped her handbag and fell face-first onto the bed.

She mumbled into the pillow; "John, babe, baby... I've been a bad girl... Hic."

I asked her softly, "How, what did you do?"

"Water..." she mumbled.

I went downstairs to fill a glass with water and by the time I got back to her, she was fast asleep and snoring loudly. Great.

She was still dressed in the strappy top - it was a warm night and she hadn't taken a coat in the first place. I decided to undress her. Rolling her comatose body onto its back, I undid the bow around the neck and peeled down the top, lifting it over her breasts and out from under her. I smelled the dress - it smelled of her perfume, cigarette smoke a man's aftershave. I put it in the hamper and turned on the light.

My wife was buck naked, save one earring and the pendant around her neck. Her g-string was gone and her pubic hair matted. There was a love-bite below her left ear and her breasts had quite clear marks where a hand had squeezed too hard.

My wife had been unfaithful to me for the first time.

With the evidence before me, I was again aroused. I pushed my trousers down and stuck my erect cock in her slimy cunt. For the first time in years, I had sex with my wife - although she was unconscious and oblivious... Three, four, five thrusts and my orgasm burst forth inside her - my sperm joining that of Richard, mingling in her uterus.

After my breath returned, I slid off her and grabbing some wet tissue from the bathroom, wiped her down and cleaned her vagina as best I could. Turning her onto her side, I lovingly stroked her breast and then slid in behind her, spooning her softly snoring body, one hand cupping a tit, nipple between my finger and thumb. I fell asleep too, then - more content than I could remember being.

The next morning I woke before her and woke her with a cup of coffee. She was clearly hungover. I watched as she winced, stretched and then horror crossed her face. Her eyes opened and she looked fully at me. "John...?"

"It's okay, Claire. It's okay."

"But - I think I may have gone too far with Richard last night!"

"I know, but I forgive you. I think you had fun and you came home safely to me. That's all that matters. I know I haven't looked after some of your... needs, Claire, and I don't blame you for scratching an itch. I still love you."

Claire promptly burst into tears and sat sobbing uncontrollable for a full minute, before pulling herself together enough to embrace me in a big warm hug.

"Thank you" she said between sobs.

Her warm, naked body was having an effect on me. She noticed that my penis was thickening and becoming harder. With a questioning look at me, she reached and gave it a soft squeeze as if not expecting it to be real. It was hard! With a hunger, she pushed me back and straddled me urgently, desperate to get me inside her whilst it lasted. She rode me hard, staring at me as if breaking eye contact would break the spell. She came hard, still watching me - enough to trigger my own orgasm, the second within her that morning but the first she knew of.

We collapsed and spooned happily.

All too soon, Monday arrived again. We performed our little charade and each went to work. Richard was late in, but when he did arrive he stopped off at our office first and bending to give Claire a kiss at her desk, he looked up at me and seeing my shocked expression, grinned and winked at me before going into his own room. When he was gone, Claire looked around at me with big eyes as if expecting me to explode - but I forced a smile and got a quick, relieved grin back from her.

A short while later, Richard rung through and summoned me to his office, motioning me to close the door as I entered. I did so and sat before his desk.

"John - sorry about this, but I simply have to tell someone and I trust you! I had an amazing night with your new assistant. Wow - she was unbelievable!"

I swallowed and forced out a dry-sounding, "How so?"

Richard continued, "I took her out to a bar and poured a few drinks in her - you know, to loosen her up, then we went dancing. Boy, that girl can move! And she was wearing a tiny little dress with no bra, so her tits were bouncing around. Honestly - if I looked as high as her eyes twice at that place I'd be amazed! And I wasn't the only one, every man there was wishing they were me. She was really into it - as if she was trying to dance away all her problems.

"Well, after an hour of that, I was getting pretty turned on by her and requested some slow songs from the DJ. He wasn't keen, but after slipping him a few quid he obliged and we danced slowly. John, I had my hands all over her, inside her dress - she was letting me go wherever. I even had my fingers in her fanny at one point, right there on the dance floor! Well, I guess that was against the rules because half-way through a slow song, the DJ put on some faster music. So I asked if she'd like to step outside for some air and she practically dragged me out. We climbed over a park fence and I soon had my hands full of those luscious tits, sucking one and then the other. I pulled down the tiniest g-string you've ever seen - look!"

Richard opened his desk drawer and waved the same white g-string I'd last seen on my wife in front of my face!

"We fucked like rabbits right there on the park lawn, John. Shit, I've never come so much in my life!" She was dribbling all the way down the street after, and left a gooey mess on the taxi's seat when I dropped her home. Amazing, girl - you'd never guess she was so dirty from the way she behaves at work!"

I gave Richard what I hoped was a congratulatory grin as he put the g-string back in his desk drawer and then returned to my office. I didn't tell Claire what he'd said as I passed her - she was deeply concentrating anyway.

Just before lunch, Claire whispered to me that Ricahrd had emailed her and asked her to lunch. Did I mind? Again, I smiled and gave my permission.

Lunch is usually 1-2pm at this business. Richard didn't return with Claire until almost three o'clock. Her hair was dishevilled and her bra had disappeared. Without it, her nipples were making soft bumps in the blouse she wore. Neither seemed to be too bothered about returning together in this way, and several heads turned as she walked between the offices with him. As she got closer, I saw her lipstick was smeared and that she had what looked like a grass stain on her knee.

Claire gave me a strange look as she entered and I nodded politely with a small smile - playing the part of a distant yet mildly disapproving co-worker.

That night, I asked about lunch. Claire candidly said that Richard had driven them back to the same park as before - only this time in daylight. There were several people around, mostly mothers with pushchairs so they had to be a little careful, but he'd found them a sheltered bench behind some bushes and she'd given him a blow-job as he sat back. Her eyes lit up as she explained that she'd only just finished when an elderly couple walked around the corner and Richard had had to pull his flies up really quickly! She says he made her remove her underwear and give it to him, and also unbutton her blouse so that the sides of her breasts were clearly visible. They walked together like that around the park, him telling her to slowly ease up her skirt as she walked. After a while, the skirt was level with the bottom of her buttocks and he made her sit next to him on one of the park benches with her legs apart, allowing anyone who looked the ability to see her vagina and pubic hair.

I was shocked, but Claire was clearly still excited about this. I realised she had an exhibitionist and submissive streak that I'd never uncovered in all the years of our marriage. Richard found it on the third date.

She came to me and squeezed my dick, but it had withdrawn to its usual flaccid self and she sighed, obviously disappointed.

"Richard's taking me out again friday night. Be a love and tidy the place while we're gone. I might bring him home, so make sure there aren't any signs of you - no photos, no personal things in the bedside table."

I noticed she didn't ask this time, but I was still happy for her to enjoy herself and agreed.

That evening, I watched her bathe and she asked me to shave her mound - explaining that Richard had asked her to. I gladly agreed, using my own razor and cream as she sat on the toilet after her bath. I was careful and slow and she was starting to get aroused, as was I. I let my finger slip between her labia which elicited a gasp and she looked down to the lump in my pants. "No, she said. None of that before my date!" and passed me the moisturing cream. Again, I caressed her body and made the skin soft and supple, but she steered my hand away when I stroked her bald pussy a little too slowly.

She had new clothes again - this time a very tight red dress that caused her boobs to push forwards and form a really deep cleavage. No knickers or bra, she explained. Again, Richard wanted her dressed like this. I was surprised as the hem of the lycra dress was right at the top of her thighs and unless she was very careful she would be giving an eyeful to lots of people!

Richard collected her by taxi again. I peered around the corner at the top of the stairs to watch them passionately kissing, with his hand disappearing up her dress. It was obvious his fingers were moving around inside her as they stood on the doorstep. Again, my erection grew as I watched another man finger my wife.

After they finally drove off, I masturbated as I re-lived what I had just seen. I was finding this aspect very thrilling. I wondered what to do when she returned home, if she did indeed bring him into our house. I looked around the bedroom. It's quite a large room with an en-suite toilet. I considered hiding in there, but figured she may want to use it. We do have a large fitted wardrobe though - and I resolved to hide myself in there when I heard their taxi draw up.

Just after midnight, I heard a car door slam. I peeped out of the window to see Claire leading Richard up the driveway by his hand as a taxi pulled away. Then another car drew up behind it and four men I've not seen before got out. They followed the couple who were clearly expecting them. Claire let herself in - she wasn't as drunk tonight, but she was obviously happy and giggly with Richard. I listened from the bedroom to hear the stereo turned on, and clattering from the kitchen as glasses were discovered and the "clunk" from my drinks cabinet door as its contents were found. Clearly Claire had invited some friends back for a party.