\"Are you sure your wife won't mind me coming by for dinner without notice?" Dan asked me as I drove us to my home.
"No, not at all," I told him.
Dan was new at the company where I was Vice President of sales. He is 27 years old, stands about 6' 2" and has a very chiseled face but still looks a bit boyish. I've kind of taken him under my wing because he reminds me of myself at that age. So I've worked closely with him over the last few months and given him some good leads the other newbie's haven't had the privilege of getting.
I'm Steve and have been with the company since I graduated college. At 41 I'm starting to get that salt and pepper hair but I'm in great shape physically. At about 6', 220lbs, and a 30" waist, I carry a good amount of muscle.
Near the end of the day Dan had mentioned that he would have the Uber guy stop on the way to his apartment and he'd "pick up carry out again" and eat in front of the television. That's when I decided to invite him over for dinner.
"Great, I'm sure a home cooked meal will taste great after all the fast food I've had lately." Dan said rubbing his hands together.
"You need to get a good woman," I told Dan. "One that will take care of things at home, have dinner on the table."
"I need to get laid is what I need!" Dan said desperately. "It's been months."
"A good woman will take care of that too my friend." I assured him.
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"Honey I'm home." I announced as Dan and I walked through the door. "We have a guest for dinner."
My wife hurried in from the kitchen and grabbed my briefcase and introduced herself to Dan. "Hello sir, I'm Sara, if there's anything I can do to make you comfortable please let me know."
"Hi Sara, I'm Dan. I hope it's not too much trouble for me to stop by for dinner." Dan still unsure about her not being told ahead of time.
At the same time I saw Dan looking over my beautiful wife. Sara is 5'5" and weighs about 120 lbs. with just the right size hips, a tight round ass, and large C cup tits. She has long auburn hair and green eyes. She was wearing a retro looking dress that you might see in an ad from the 50's, a bow in her hair, and high heels.
"I said it was okay Dan. She loves serving me and my guests. Don't you dear?" I interjected.
"Absolutely. Dinner will be on the table in 15 minutes." Sara said as she turned and walked back into the kitchen.
"How about a drink?" I asked Dan as I walked over to my wet bar.
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The only sounds filling the room were that of forks and knives against the plates as we ate steak, potatoes, and vegetables. Dan appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable in the silence so I spoke up.
"Sara, Dan here is somewhat of an apprentice of mine. I've taken it upon myself to help him get a good start in the business. I told him I'm willing to help him out any way I can."
"Yes and I really appreciate that." Dan told us both.
"You just do what Steve tells you and you'll be fine Dan." Sara said as she stood up and turned her attention to me. "Is it okay if I clean the table and dishes dear? Or did you have something else in mind?"
"Go ahead Sara. Dan and I will be in my office." I said and stood up. Dan followed my lead and we walked out of the dining room.
When we got to my office and sat down Dan looked at me. "I hope I'm not out of line by saying how beautiful your wife is. And I don't want to offend you but something seems, I don't know, 'stepford' and this, about her." Dan seemed curious.
"I understand Dan." I laughed a little. "Our relationship is somewhat different than most you see nowadays. We're more, well, traditional I guess. As the man I have the authority, my wife does as I say. I also earn all the money and provide for us. As the woman she takes care of this beautiful house that I have provided for us. This arrangement carries over in all aspects of our relationship."
"Wait, so your wife does anything you tell her to do?" Dan asks in amazement.
"Yes of course. Obviously I would never make her do anything that would hurt her or anything illegal, but you get the idea." I explain.
"So what about sex? Does she..."
"Anything." I said cutting Dan off.
"Wow! That's hard to believe." Dan said sitting back in his chair and looking off to ponder what I'd just said.
"Sara, come in here." I yelled out.
"Oh you don't have to..." Dan started to say but stopped short when my wife entered my office.
"Dear," I begin, "Dan here hasn't been laid in several months. I'd like you to strip to your under garments to remind him how gorgeous the female form is."
"Steve really..." Dan fumbles out.
"Dan please, enjoy the view." I said while Sara had already begun disrobing. "Look her over from head to toe. She's quite stunning. Maybe it'll motivate you to find yourself a good woman."
Sara had immediately kicked her heels off and unzipped her dress. She allowed her dress to drop to her feet and stepped over it. Her big firm tits were practically spilling out of her lacy push up bra and she wore tiny lacy cheeky bikini panties. She came to stand about 5 feet in front of Dan and smiled to present herself to him.
"Holy hell! Steve your wife is gorgeous but I really feel like I shouldn't be looking at her like this." Dan said but never took his eyes off her body.
"Sweetheart, remove your bra and panties." I looked at Dan to see his reaction to that command.
Dan's eyes were glued to my wife's body as she didn't even consider not obeying my direction. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor next to her. Her large yet firm tits hung out in front of her as she bent over to take her panties off revealing her pussy and the perfectly sculpted landing strip of hair above her slit. She stood up straight and just smiled at Dan.
I charge my wife with the task of constantly having impeccable hygiene that way no matter when or where I desire to have sex, she is prepared. Always manicured pubic hair, all other hair completely removed, skin soft, intoxicating fragrance not too strong, and hardly any make up but just enough to accentuate her gorgeous eyes.
"She's perfect!" Dan said to me. "You're perfect!" He repeated with his attention back to Sara. "But I still feel like..."
"Why don't you sit on Dan's lap sweetie." I stopped Dan again mid sentence.
Without hesitation Sara walked forward and sat on Dan's lap and threw one arm around his neck. She swung her legs over and across his and clasped her hands together causing her near perfect boobs to almost touch Dan's face. Sara just sat and smiled looking him in the eye. Dan clearly couldn't figure out where to put his hands and after fumbling for a second he put them on the arms of the chair.
"She smells great right Dan?" I asked. "I'll bet you're getting hard about right now!"
"Yes he is," Sara told me. "I can feel his cock growing against my leg."
"Dan, don't you like my wife? You don't even want to touch her body? I mean look at those tits. And believe me, her ass feels great!" I prodded him.