The Part Time Assistant

I stayed out of sight, listening around the corner at the top of the stairs until I heard somebody leave the living room and head upwards. I quickly scurried silently to my position in the wardrobe and closed the door. Through a grill in the door I saw the bedroom light snap on and Claire's voice softly call, "John?".

I peeked out of the wardrobe. She was alone and walked towards me and gave me a big kiss.

"Hi Babe. I hope you don't mind, but we bumped into a few of Richard's golfing buddies at the bar and I invited them back for a nightcap." I didn't say anything - this was a big change in our agreement and one that could turn risky.

"I've just told them I was popping upstairs to slip into something comfier." she said, and gave me a big grin as she lifted the red dress upwards and over her head. She handed it to me and turned around and walked back downstairs, completely buck naked, to a room of five men.

I heard a road of approval from downstairs as she entered the living room and I moved back to the top of the stairs, figuring I might not be noticed now. All eyes would be on my wife.

Richard's voice cut through, "See boys? I told you she was hot! Who wants first go?"

A clamour of voices and Richard had to shout over them. "Tell you what, get naked, sit down and I'll let the lady decide!"

I'd rounded the corner now and could see all five men hurriedly undressing whilst my wife stood naked in the centre of the room, swaying softly to the music. When they were all undressed and sitting down on my sofa and chairs, Claire slowly walked around, touching each of the five erect penises in turn. "Eeny, meeny, miny... mo!" she exclaimed, and without hesitation lowered herself down onto one of the men - a balding, chubby man of about fifty. She rode him slowly up and down, but he didn't last very long. Turning red in the face, he went "Uff!" and seemed to deflate.

Claire then climbed off him and onto the man to her left. This was a younger chap, about thirty with a big bushy beard. She bounced softly up and down on his dick whilst holding his face to her chest. I guessed she must like the tickle from his beard against her breast. He lasted longer, and when he was gone, she moved onto the third, then the fourth and then finally Richard. He gave her the most active fuck even though she must be by now quite loose and slimy. I found my hand encircling my own penis and tugging it in rhythm with their movements. Claire climaxed loudly with Richard - I could see from here he did have quite a big dick and she seemed to be enjoying it.

One of the men had achieved another erection and seeing this, Richard lifted Claire off him and pushed her face-down over the man's penis. As she sucked obediently, he entered her from behind. He seemed to be having trouble entering her, and I realised with a shock that he was forcing himself into her anal cavity. She didn't react at all, just kept sucking away. Eventually Richard slid his tool into this dark crevice and slowly started pumping away. He smiled at his friends, explaining, "Fanny's too loose now, let's visit Brown Town!"

Sitting there at the top of the stairs in darkness, slowly pumping my cock, I was suddenly aware of how ridiculous this was. My wife was in my own house, being anally fucked by my boss whilst sucking off another man - while three other men watched. Four, if you counted me! All she'd asked was to go on a date or two, not turn into the town slut!

I should have been outraged, I should have stormed down there and punched everyone out - including her. Stormed off and instructed my lawyer on divorce proceedings the next day. Instead, I crept back into the bedroom, got my phone and after making double-sure the sound and flash was turned off, silently returned to my place on the stairs and started filming the disgusting scene below me.

Richard didn't last much longer, but no sooner had he ejaculated into my wife's rectum - a place I had never been in all our marriage - than one of the other men took his place. Then another, until all had fucked her anally or vaginally at least twice. None we wearing condoms, and despite the risk of disease, Claire was not using any contraception. For some reason, this excited me even more.

By then, it was almost two in the morning, and the party was winding down. I scooted back to the bedroom and listened while the group of four left, happy and content with their night's debauchery. I wondered if they were returning to wives and girlfriends. Richard didn't leave, and I heard his soft voice below so returned to my watching post. Claire was curled up on the sofa while he was now dressed and on his phone. I heard him give his address and realised he was arranging a taxi to pick him up. He hung up and sat down on my sofa, cradling Claire's tired, blonde head in his lap. It was a touching scene and I watched him gently stroke her and murmer nice words as he patiently waited. The taxi didn't take long, but already Claire was softly asleep and he tenderly got up and tucked her in with a blanket as she slept, then turned off the lights and let himself out quietly.

I softly padded down the stairs to the lounge and watched my used slut of a wife sleeping angelically. With the blanket tucked in, she looked strangely childlike and innocent with the moon's light bathing her face.

Gently I moved closer and the smell of sex invaded my nose, dispelling any pretence of a clean-living girl. I rolled back the blanket and lifted it clear, revealing her familiar shape to me once again. The darkness hid too many details, so I turned on the room lights and closed the curtains. I knew this room could be seen into from several houses across the street and I wondered if any of them had seen?

Kneeling before her, I inspected my woman. Claire was covered in semen and bruises. Her new friends hadn't been gentle; there were bite marks on her breasts, buttocks, thighs as well as three love-bites around her thin neck - glowing red against her honeyed skin. Her pubic mound was matted with further globs of dried sperm on her thighs, stomach, breasts, neck, face and hair. As I watched, another glob oozed from her still gaping cunt and slid obscenely down her arse crack onto the sofa. Once so house-proud, she would have been angry had I allowed the sofa to get stained.

I stood up to go and fetch some warm water and a flannel to clean her off but, half way to the door, stopped. A nasty, dirty, shameful thought crossed my mind. I turned it over for a moment or two and then returned to my knees in front of the sofa. Gently and without any rush, I started my task. I licked her shins and knees, savouring the salt of her sweat mixed with the salt of so many men's sperm, mixed with her own sweeter juices. Ensuring I cleaned her, I ascended her body. I spent a lot of time sucking pieces of her pubic hair clean, but didn't try to push her labia apart lest she wake. I kept on going, over her stomach, under her breasts, then the breasts themselves - only briefly sucking the nipples but still causing them to pucker and raise. Then up, under her armpits, sliding my tongue as deep as I could without moving her arm, revelling in the rich tastes of herself there, then her arms, neck, ears. Avoiding her face for a moment, I again sucked hair clean and only when I was satisfied, did I start licking her face. Eventually I reached her mouth and after cleaning the outside, french-kissed her and slid my tongue inside to do a thorough job. It wasn't until her own tongue started moving back against mine that I realised her eyes were open and my wife was awake. I separated and smiled at her.

"Hello, love." I said.

"Hello, John," she murmured in return.

"Was that nice?" I asked.

"Mmmm... " was her reply, together with a cat-like stretch of pure sensuality. This was a woman who was totally satisfied. I pulled the blanket back over her and left her to sleep on the sofa.

The following monday, it was a fairly uneventful day at work. I had to go and visit a customer in the afternoon, and went directly home from there - arriving later than usual. When I entered my house, I immediately heard my wife's enthusiastic moaning from the upstairs bedroom. I froze. This was unlike any of the other times - I was completely unprepared. The moaning continued and increased, along with the unmistakable slapping sound of flesh on flesh. A man's voice now, "Oh, Baby. Oh darling." and a deep grunt as he came, I imagined deeply within my wife's unprotected womb.

I realised he would probably be down soon, so I quickly let myself out of the door, pleased that I'd parked in the street again, and hid inside my garden shed. I crouched down and watched through the corner of the window and a few minutes later the front door opened and my neighbour from across the street came out.

When the coast was clear, I went into the house to see Claire, already dressed, making herself some coffee. She smiled and kissed me, then prepared another cup.

"I saw George leaving just as I got home," I said.

"Oh," said Claire. "Yes, I've just let him fuck me." Matter of fact. No remorse.

I must have looked a little comical as I gaped, as she laughed at my expression.

"I got home a little early tonight, traffic was good. I heard a knock on the door and George was there. He showed me some photographs he took of me, uh, entertaining Richard's friends the other night, taken through the window - you know his house faces ours across the street? Turns out he's got a pretty good camera and lens, they were very clear. He said he was surprised that a respectable married woman would do something like this and said he would tell you about my affair and sluttish behavior unless, well, unless he was allowed to fuck me once a week."

I was angry and it showed. I stood up and was ready to charge across the road and bash his door down - how dare he blackmail my wife?

Claire stopped me and gently but firmly pushed me back down into my chair.

"Love, it's nothing. I took him upstairs there and then and let him have a go. He wasn't that bad, actually, and it didn't take long. His cock is narrow but very long - an unusual feeling, ticklish. Anyway, I've agreed. It's kind of nice and won't interfere - I'll pop over to his house once a week, give him his jollies and our life will continue. I love this new me, John, I don't want to risk losing it. Even if he knows that you know about these things, he could still ruin the respect I have from my friends and parents if he were to spread those pictures around town. That would be awful."

I accepted this and again, strangely, was turned on. I led her upstairs and told her to undress and tell me exactly what he'd done.

She stripped off quickly, seeing the rare bulge in my pants.

"First I lay on my back like this, with my legs spread." she demonstrated.

"George got naked and stuck his dick in quite roughly." I flung off my clothes and did exactly as she had described, my penis now stiff, and started fucking her still greasy hole.

After a few minutes, she said "Now he pulls it out and shoves it into my mouth." Again, I did as she described and felt her warm lips envelop my manhood, sucking and swirling as I held her blonde head tightly.

As she felt me beginning to rise, she pushed me back and said "Then he ordered me onto my hands and knees and did me doggy-style until he came!" She assumed the position and I knelt behind her on the bed and shoved my cock in, grasping her swinging breasts as I did so. It took no more than five thrusts before my world exploded in stars and after kneeling rigid behind for several seconds, I gently collapsed alongside her on the bed.

We lay there, sweat cooling.

A few minutes passed and Claire softly spoke, "Looks like we've found a way to fix your problem..."

I could hear her smile even though she was turned away from me. I murmured gently in agreement. Looks like we had.

Life went on that way. Once a week, Claire would say "Doing the chores, back shortly" and pop across the road, or drop in for half an hour on the way home. George, who we already knew was an amateur photographer, took some shots of her in the nude for his collections, and some while he was fucking her. I wondered what they were like, and once even tried looking back across to his bedroom from our lounge while she was there, but the angles were wrong and I couldn't see anything.

She carried on her affair with Richard. He had confided in my that his wife had started to be suspicious so had eased off the evening dates, but they still flirted and occasionally petted in the office. Richard trusted me completely and often told me of his relationship, including the sordid details. It was not hard to act interested and even pretend to be turned on when he described what sexual acts he and my secret wife had done. He thought she had a private investigator watching his movements, and my office was the only place he could have relative privacy with Claire. They kissed and cuddled at least once a day whilst I worked at my desk, pretending to ignore them, but each time feeling a swell in my pants as he groped my wife in front of me. The torture was exquisite but I could see both he and Claire were getting frustrated that was as far as it would go.

One night, about 8pm, I got a call from Richard who asked me to visit his home. This was very unusual and I hopped into my car and drove across town. The lights were on and he opened the door as I arrived and I was ushered inside to the dining room where his wife was already sitting. It was clear she wasn't in a good mood. A 40 something brunette with sharp features and an even sharper expression.

"John, thanks for coming," said Richard, taking a seat.

"No problem Richard, what's the problem?"

"John. I'm afraid we're having a bit of a disagreement, my wife and I, and I hope you can ease her concerns."

"I'll try my best," I said and smiled at his wife. Julie, I recallled her name was.

"You know we have a business trip next week, across country to see this new importer, Patterson?"

I knew no such thing, but I felt Julie's eyes boring into my face.

"Uh, yes - sure. What about it?"

"My wife doesn't trust me. She thinks I'm up to no good!", Richard gave a smile - relieved at my answer, but ice was coming from across the table. He continued, "Can you please confirm that it's myself, you and your assistant who are going to France?"

I played along. "Yep, it's been on the work calendar for about a month - my wife had no concerns when I told her."

Julie's expression changed a little. Not sure whether to believe me. She spoke for the first time,

"And who is this assistant?"

I answered. "Her name is Claire and she works in my office."

Julie's expression made it clear that wasn't helping, so I took a chance.

"Claire told me she has a boyfriend and is very happy. They're planning a family together."

Julie seemed a little reassured by that.

Richard stood up, shook my hand and thanked me for my time and showed me out. At the door, he asked "That wasn't true, was it? You and Claire?"

He was jealous! Amazing. My wife's lover was jealous that her husband might be going out with her! I held down a laugh and answered seriously, "No, of course not - I find her attractive, but I wouldn't tread on your toes, Richard."

He smiled and thanked me again, and I drove home to Claire, explaining that it looked like we were all going on a trip next week.

The next morning at work, as expected Richard entered our office and shut the door.

"Thank you for last night, John." he said. He turned to Claire and after hugging her and kissing, he explained.

"My wife is very suspicious Claire, but I cannot be without you much longer, I feel I am going to burst. So I invented a trip away to spend time with you. As soon as I told her I was going on a business trip, she exploded and accused me of all kinds of things. The only thing I could think of was to ask John to come to my house and lie for me, to tell her that us three were going on this trip to France to meet a supplier. She was still suspicious and I owe John a huge debt for thinking on his feet and telling her that he and you were, uh, romantically engaged." Richard gave a little laugh at this absurdity and Claire looked alarmed at me, worried that our secret was out.

Richard saw this look but misunderstood. "Oh, don't look so startled, he only did it to protect me, but it would do no harm if you meet outside of work to show a little friendliness together in case her spies are watching."

He gave my wife a kiss on her forehead, "Now - both of you, I've arranged a flight for Sunday afternoon. Meet me at the airport."

The week passed quickly enough. Richard dropped in for five minutes once or twice a day, pretending to discuss finances with myself but instead embracing, kissing and fondling my wife in front of me. At night she was incredibly turned on, but my penis had again gone on strike. Apparently it was only interested if she had had sex with somebody else, and she grew frustrated. She masturbated every night but I could see her tension growing. She visited George across the street twice that week and stayed longer than usual - clearly this girl needed cock and needed it badly!

On Sunday we packed. We were heading to the South of France, and all I knew of it was that it was quite warm, so I packed t-shirts and shorts. I watched my wife pack a selection of very thin and small dresses, some new lacy underwear and a very tiny bikini. We met Richard at the airport and he shook both our hands. He'd kept his flight arrangements at work and was reasonably confident that Julie didn't know which flight or where, but he was being careful whilst on home ground.

The flight was the usual mix of boredom and expectation. Us three sat together with Claire in the middle. I watched his fingers stroke her thight once or twice, below the hem of her summer dress, but he could do no more. Our destination was Nice and once through customs we grabbed a taxi and drove to our hotel. Richard had arranged two double rooms, joined with an interconnecting door - an arrangement often used by couples with a family.

No sooner had we entered our rooms than Richard burst through the inner door, grabbed Claire by the wrist and with a squeal had dragged her into his room and the door banged shut. The walls were thin and I could hear every sound. They were frantic to have sex after such a period of forced abstinence and the bed springs started bouncing and the headboard was banging against the wall, inches from me. I lay back on the bed and masturbated as they made raw animal love, she calling his name, he hers, and snatches of "harder", "fuck me you bastard" and "faster, FASTER!" I shamefully ejaculated my seed on my belly as they noisily came together.

I didn't see much of either of them that night, but woke several times to the sound of them fucking. Richard's plans hadn't given much thought to what I would do, but Claire came into my room the next morning to collect her bags and we arranged to meet downstairs for breakfast. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she did so and thanked me for allowing her some fun.

It was strange, sitting outside under a sun umbrella in the morning cool, to watch two obviously happy and infatuated people walk towards me, hand in hand. Claire had a healthy glow and was wearing a short, thin and pleated skirt that reached her mid-thigh with a white string bikini covering her breasts. I saw a love-bite on her neck. We relaxed whilst drinking coffee and eating a continental breakfast. I dropped a napkin and, when reaching under the table to retrieve it, was shocked to see that not only was my wife not wearing anything under that little skirt, but that Richard's index finger was between her shaven labia, gently stroking up and down. I must have looked a little startled when I sat back up as my wife gave me a tiny, smug smile and gently bit her lower lip. She never looked sexier than right then.