Working Wife

"How did you attract him?" asked Lyn.

"I took all my skirts up fifteen centimetres, started wearing crotchless hose or stockings and not wearing bras or knickers."

Lyn blushed at her revelation, clearly visualizing herself similarly clad in public. "And then?"

"I told him that I was happy to provide the same services as Carol under the same arrangement if I became his assistant. He let me audition for him there and then, pleased that I was prepared in my dress and bringing my own condom and lube. I got the job and the raise that went with it, as well as my monthly fee for personal service."

"And how did you feel Barry?" Lyn wanted to know.

"Well, I'd had this fantasy over Del doing it with another man or men for ages, even selling sex, you know, the idea of a reluctant, nice girl having a taste for slutty behaviour when she eventually tries it. I feel proud at her initiative in saving us from losing the house and seeing us a very long way ahead of where we would've been and pride at a lady who has many facets, who can turn her hand to anything. What I'd really like is Del actually at whoring, but we haven't figured how just yet. Our sex is pretty brilliant now, particularly on the days she does it, then comes home to tell me every detail."

Del nodded to confirm his thoughts on her activities.

"And you Del?" Lyn enquired.

"I feel pretty pleased with myself. The fact that Des wanted to sample my wares right off kept me from any anticipation period that might have caused me to chicken out, although I'd pretty well resolved to go through with it, whatever occurred. He's all you could want in an older guy as a sex client; urbane, moderately good looking, likes what I do and smells nice. I'd hate to think it's all I can do as a job, but it makes me feel pretty daring and proud as a second job."

"So you see it as a good career move?"

"Don't you?"

Lyn had to agree with her, but was under no illusion that it was a course that she should follow, however as the weeks passed she often found herself daydreaming about her being summoned to Mr Caruthers' office, requested to undress and feeling his big cock slide into her as she lay spreadeagled, naked across his desk. She had never confided in me in relation to her sex fantasies, but one evening asked me whether I would want to know before she put out for the boss on her initial effort. I answered in the negative, the decision being hers alone to make, saying that I'd support her whatever her choice was, although I hoped she would do it despite being fully aware that if her initial experience was positive she'd go on with it as Del had done. The fact that Bazza too saw it so positively dispelled any fears of my wife becoming a harlot.

"Are you thinking more seriously about it now darling?" I enquired of her.

"No...well yes...no...I don't know really," she mumbled and told me of her recent daydreams, asking me what I thought they meant.

"Well, people do have fantasies, but they don't always want them to come true. If they were to become a reality they might lose their appeal, but on the other hand they might be very a powerful experience, life-changing even. Like everything else though, you have to go through with it to know whether or not it's for you, otherwise it'll remain a daydream and you'll die still wondering. Mind you, it's better to stay on the safe side and not take any kind of risk that could change everything you know now."

"Thank you my darling," she said drily. "That answered exactly none of my questions."

A couple of months went by without her mentioning the matter, not even to Del in my hearing, so I began to think that the idea had been filed away as a 'no further action' subject. However, one morning as I dropped her at the railway station I glanced back in the rear view mirror and saw a woman in a saffron frock displaying most of her curvaceous, tan nylon encased legs and attracting long, backward glances from several blokes. My momentary envy for her percieved friend suddenly became pride as I realized it was my spouse I saw and resolved to get my nose out of the morning paper in future. It seemed that she'd been raising her hems and tightening her dresses, little by little in order to discover at which point attractiveness became provocation in the a masculine mind. Perhaps, I thought, the idea was still gnawing away at her consciousness and that made me so horny that I had to feign a sick tummy to relieve my sexual tension in the toilet. Alison Dewar's spouse had been posted abroad so she was leaving, creating the need to find a replacement for Mr Carruthers' sexual playmate, causing Lyn a degree of trepidation about what she'd decide to do if asked to take the position. It was clear now that sexual favours were an unwritten clause in the duty statement for personal assistants, but there was no shortage of aspirants for the position as Mr Carruthers was deemed to be 'nice'. And of course there was the step up in both pay and status as well as the 'bonuses' paid into their mortgage account, so at least five women, three marries and two single, wanted the job with all it entailed.

Well as matters transpired it was another married woman, Wendy Perrone, a bit older than Lyn, who got the job. When Wendy eventually emerged from her new boss's office she was blushing profusely, but a gleam of triumph shone in her eyes after having obviously auditioned successfuly for the position. Lyn could hardly believe she was sitting there envying a fallen woman's new status as a corporate harlot who owed her position to a willingness to sell her body as much as her skill as a company player, but she was disappointed not to have at least been asked.

'What would I have said if he had asked me?' she asked herself, realizing that next time any vacancy arose the question would probably not be merely hypothetical, but a serious enquiry as to her preparedness for a corporate casting couch. Would she be able to put all those ingrained moral precepts aside to embrace an activity that both excited and scared her so much? She also knew the answer to the questions she'd asked on finding apparently ordinary, respectable ladies prepared to prostitute themselves to further their careers, despite the antidiscrimination laws; they did it as another workplace challenge to overcome.

Later that afternoon she was called to Carruthers' office.

"Come in and sit you down Lyn," he said warmly. "Now, Wendy's moved into Alison's slot as you know. Did you have any desire to fill the position?"

"I didn't think I'd be eligible," she said self-consciously. "I haven't been here very long."

"Oh, length of service is no criterion, well not in itself, but I do have three ladies who could be selected before you, if any one of them wants it. The reason I mention this is that you seem obviously willing to perform all the duties we expect of our lady executive assistants, as evidenced by your demeanour and dress, and there will certainly be an opening for you here in due course. However, it might be some time away and most ladies have more immediate financial needs. I'm assuming you're in that position and seek a position sooner rather than later, so I've recommended you to my colleague Mr Patterson who was quite smitten when he saw you this morning. He's over at head office so it would a good jump up for you."

"Well, I was really looking to stay here," she told him. "No disrespect intended towards Mr Patterson, but I don't know him at all, but I know you. You'd understand that it's important for a woman to feel secure in this kind of close working relationship."

He smiled kindly. "Of course my dear, but if you do happen to change your mind you should tell me as he hasn't any immediate replacement in mind, but that situation won't last forever I'm sure."

She promised she would and felt rather pleased with herself in being safe from any immediate need to decide upon her moral future while being seen as a girl who 'will', at least until the next proposition came along.

One Friday night she arrived home late and a bit tipsy, unusually getting another drink and claiming not to be hungry, but was subdued and apparently contemplative over something she wasn't ready to share with me immediately, even in bed. We did all of our Saturday chores and were thinking about what we'd feed Del and Baz that night at dinner, but Lyn was still withdrawn and I began to suspect that she'd done it at last. I waited for her to tell me in her own good time, knowing she would, but nevertheless dying to discover whether or not my wife had joined what our Minister used to call the 'frail sisterhood'.

Lyn perked up after a few drinks and a couple of Baz's outrageous stories about 'office romances' and the difficulty for younger employees in finding a secluded spot to indulge in hiding the sausage.

The other's seemed to sense that Lyn had something to say, but waited for her to speak. There was a pregnant pause until she looked around at all of us before saying anything.

"I did it," she told us simply. "not all the way, but I sucked him off."

"Who?" I asked.

"Mr Elphinston, the relieving manager. Carruthers's on leave and Wendy's off too, so he asked me to fill in after asking me if I was aware of their arrangement. He obviously took it to mean I was prepared to put out, but I had to explain that I hadn't yet done the deed and wasn't quite sure I was ready to, when he put the hard word on me. Anyway he was very good about it and said he was happy to wait for me as others weren't about to accommodate him. Anyway, yesterday he asked me to lock the door to his office and let him see my body naked, so I slipped off my frock and undies and posed in my crotchless hose and shoes as he took out his doodle to wank. I felt rather silly standing there as he played with himself and went over and stroked it for him before kneeling on the carpet to suck his dick. He sat on the edge of his desk and I on the chair as he played with my boobs until he came in my mouth and I made much of swallowing it all. He asked me how I felt about what I'd just done while I dressed again and I said that I found it so much easier than I'd expected. But did I enjoy it, he wanted to know. I told him I had and that I felt a lot less uptight over the prospect of going all the way, although I needed to prepare myself for that."

"Do you? Feel better about it, I mean?" I asked. "Are you going to go all the way?"

"If it's okay with you Stevie."

"You know it is my love."

"Tell me about your favourite fantasy again?"

"I'd love to see you being banged by another guy, really fucked hard with you shoving right back and yelling with pleasure."

"Close your eyes and visualize it; my pussy, the big prick sliding in and out all wet, a guy's bottom pumping hard, his muscular back, his neck, his face... Who do you see?"

I opened my eyes and looked directly into Bazza's gaze. "Barry," I gulped.

"He's yours," grinned Del as Lyn shed her button through dress to reveal her nakedness beneath.

He whipped off his shorts and shirt as my wife lay back along the coffee table and opened her legs widely to accommodate my best mate's cock for the first time. He was uncircumcised and the heart-shaped purple knob was much wider than the haft of his dark cock, stretching her thick, prominent inner labia as he completely entered her willing pussy with a quick shove of his trembling hips. His tool glistened with her welling love-juices as he knelt over her writhing, jerking body to thrust as hard and as vigourously as she needed him to. It was rough sex; no kissing, no caressing or fondling, just hard pelvic thrusting to provide maximum vaginal friction.

"Oh, oh, oh oh, oooooh," she gasped at his fierce banging.

"Oh Christ Lynie! You're hot, seriously hot, babe!" his voice jerky with his strenuous exertions toward their sexual relief.

They were on the point of orgasm when Delys quickly stripped off her few garments and looked at me with one querying eyebrow raised above the other.

Needing no further prompting, I shed my gear and pulled her to the carpet and into my embrace as we kissed deeply and each rubbed our exploring hands over the other's trembling body. I was more than a little relieved to find that she was so excited as I'd thought her experiences might have left her rather blase about sex, but this and later interludes with Del, made me see than the opposite was the case. She had become a very hot and sexually able woman who enjoyed giving pleasure as much as receiving.

She pulled me over into her valley of pleasure and put my knob to her hot juicy pussy before I slid my penis easily inside her willing vagina as Lyn cried out ecstatically in orgasm. Delys held me tightly with her long legs around my waist and her feet crossed high above my back as I pumped my hips furiously at her exposed posterior region, my hard belly thumping loudly on the moist backs of her thighs and buttocks, both of us panting and gasping with our excited sexual exertions. I didn't make too much sound, due mainly to shyness I suppose, but she knew the sounds and words and manual caresses to encourage any bloke to the very pinacle of sexual endeavour. I couldn't think while I was fucking, my whole being so focused on giving her pleasure that everything else was just a sort of vague blur in the distance, knowing that my orgasm would be unusually satisfying.

"Ooooh shit, ooooh dear!" she cried and I was in danger of fatal internal damage as her hard legs tightened around my torso.

I spoofed a small squirt of semen into her body, having earlier made love to Lyn, and clung to her as she convulsed time and again until I'd begun to worry at both the intensity and how long her climax had lasted. Both Barry's and my cocks hung limply after such our strong sexual bouts, but our girls wanted things to continue from the quite mischievous looks on their faces on returning from the bathroom. Del reached to tenderly squeeze and fondle one of Lyn's tits before having the favour returned. In a moment they were deep kissing, holding nothing back while their tongues probed and poked each others' mouths, then moving to a head to head position then down to mutually suck and nibble at the other's swollen nipples.

Lyn was in a supine position with Del kneeling above her on all fours tolet her friend make the pace in their love-making. Del moved her knees and elbows further apart to lower herself over Lyn and get her mouth to a juicy quim awaiting her attentions. I was amazed at Lyn's willingness to join in after earlier making it clear that sex with another lady was a real 'no-no' as far as she was concerned, her tongue exploring Del's pretty puffy pussy, titillating her protuberant pink pleasure pearl and poking deep between the folds of her inner labia.

Both women were making gasping and groaning sounds as they pleasured each other, their bodies glowing pink and shining with exertion as they caressed and fondled, apparently oblivious to our appreciative staring. My jolly red rogerer was, by then, very hard and horny so I moved to kneel behind Del to quickly slide it into her unctuous snatch as Baz inserted his prick into my wife's cunt. My cock pistoning in Del's cunt made lewd slurpy, farty sounds and pumped her love juices out over the backs of her thighs to moisten mine as my abdomen slapped on her flexing buttocks. I felt Lyn playfully licking my dangling balls and as she sucked them both into her mouth I came, unable to hold myself back with that kind of intense thrill.

When I withdrew Lyn returned to her oral ministrations to Del's cunt with Baz's penis sliding in her sheath and his wife's tongue on her clitty until they seemed to come at once with a great convulsion of pure bliss. I felt a bit left out at that point, but we've done it very often since and usually achieve simultaneous climaxes.

*

When I dropped her off on Monday morning I could see that Lyn was nervous and assumed that it was the day that she'd yield to the system and become a company whore. I knew I still felt positively about the idea as I was hard and horny, despite us having made energetic love earlier on the strength of my 'morning glory', a condition which would last all day.

When I picked her up that afternoon she remained bright-eyed and slightly flushed at her experience, talking rather loudly and fast, however things had gone well and had apparently left positive feelings all around. I couldn't wait until we arrived home so I got her to tell me as I drove.

On arrival at work she felt as if others were looking at her in the sure knowledge that she'd take that final step into life as a corporate courtesan sometime that day, but a decision she'd yet to take, although she was quite prepared. Mr Elphinston looked at her appreciatively each time she brought matters for his attention in to his office, imagining those long legs girdling his middle and her boobs jerking and quivering at each lusty thrust of his hips, while she knew that her time for consideration was up as far as a prospective relationship with him was concerned. While sitting at her desk she removed her lacy knickers and awaited his summons, determined to appear more decisive than she felt, to show him that she was executive-assistant material.

"Lyn, have you finished with the Neumann dossier?" said the intercom.

"Yes sir, but I've had to order some much larger prints. Those originals are too small and a bit too dark."

"Okay then, bring in what we've got right now."

She went in and they spent twenty minutes discussing the proposal for the Neumann people before Mr Elphinston enquired whether she had decided on his proposition. She stood and went to the door to lock it, close the venetian blinds and turned to face him in an elegant pose as she unzippered the back of her frock, letting it fall to the carpet and stand naked apart from her stockings and high-heeled shoes.

"Oooh, lovely," he breathed in admiration of her tall, slender figure as she strode across the room and around his huge desk to perch at the edge in front of him.

Her thighs opened in invitation, prompting him to lean forward and poke his tongue between the frills and inside her portal before moving it up to circle and press the pearl-like protuberance to make her twitch violently at the intense pleasure he'd caused her. He kept pulling and nibbling and sucking and tonguing at her clitoris until the combination of excitement ather situation and his attentions brought her suddenly and dramatically to climax. "Oh God! Oh stop! Please stop!" she groaned as he continued to tongue her welling pussy. "It's too overwhelming!"

He stood up to unbutton his trousers, then slide his braces down over his shoulders to drop his pants and shorts to the carpet. Leaning forward over her he sucked her full nipples briefly before kissing her mouth deeply with his practiced tongue which tasted of her sexual heat. She'd tried to reach down to guide his rock hard penis to her juicy snatch, but he had found her entrance with the knob and slid the whole thing inside her before she could take hold, causing another involuntary spasm as she'd only just finished coming as he entered her.

He massaged her lolling titties as he slid his hefty organ in and out of her drooling pussy with long, slow thrusts of the full length of his penis while she encouraged him with both hands gripping his pumping buttocks and her legs around his waist to pull his hips ever harder to hers.

"Ooh, you're so lovely Lyn," he grunted. "And you feel so tight and justso young too."

She smiled back up at him, not feeling too particularly lovely in such an immodest position as they fucked so energetically.

"I feel lovely too," she told him. "I feel sensual and voluptuous."

They shagged away at an ever increasing cadence until they were in a wild gallop towards sexual gratification.