Throughout most of the night Kate was used and abused. It was almost daylight before the last ones took their final pleasure and left. Kate slept for a very long time. By the time she had surfaced it was almost noon – she had a lot to do. First came a hot long shower to wash off the sticky mess then after dressing she prepared a hearty meal for herself. Kate felt better and alive now; it didn't take long to get the house tidied up and back to normality.
The words of the video man kept echoing inside her head. He was going to make sure her husband didn't return home that night so he could bring some people round to introduce to her. What he really meant was that he wanted them to have sex with her. She felt frightened and nervous. She couldn't let this man treat her as a sex slave. Yet intermingled with the fear – was that strange and perverted feeling of excitement. Maybe he was just kidding – trying to wind her up. He didn't have that much power within the company to be able to manipulate sales trips and her husbands' schedule.
She waited for her husbands' call to say he was on his way home. The phone eventually rang – but it wasn't John.
"Your husband has many more appointments and won't be home tonight. I'll be round about nine – I'm bringing a man to meet you - you'll like him. I took the liberty of deciding what you should wear seeing as you aren't allowed to have sexy glamorous outfits. A couple of parcels will be delivered to you in about an hour. Be dressed and ready for when we arrive."
The voice was brusque and demanding, it didn't wait for agreement or comment – as Kate opened her mouth to speak the phone went dead. She was annoyed and swore out loud at the arrogance of the caller. He was bringing a stranger, to have sex with her. He was not asking her - he was telling her. He was in control; her husband had been made to stay away while this man arranged a sex party for his friend – with Kate as the slutty housewife!
She had to admit it excited her. No one would need to know about it. She didn't get the chance to go out, or misbehave and have some fun. She liked the naughty sex she had seen on the films. And she had certainly enjoyed the little orgy last night. It was just a man she told herself, probably never see him again – it was just for a couple of hours sexual pleasure. The video man wanted her to let his friend use her body – why not. She wanted the chance to see more of his porn films so she didn't want him to stop calling on her. When her husband finally returned home she would loose the chance to ever do it again. It would be the last free evening she would probably get for a long time.
The doorbell rang and Kate jumped, startled as she was so deep in thought. "Hell, the parcels of clothes are here!" she said to herself. She laughed as she remembered that she wasn't supposed to say "Hell."
As she opened the door she expected to see a regular courier – a parcel deliveryman. Instead it was someone quite different – a young girl from the office. Kate had seen her before but didn't know her name. Holding out her hands the girl smiled and said, "These are for you, the outfit you was expecting."
Kate blushed up as she took the parcels. What had the man told her – for goodness sake? He had told an employee to deliver a bunch of clothes to the wife of a colleague. She knew it was an "outfit," what else did this girl know?
"I guessed your size from when we last met," said the girl. "It's a nice outfit – hope you like it – I helped to choose it. You'll have an enjoyable evening I'm sure."
Kate felt embarrassed as the girl turn to go, "Thank you," she murmured.
"Oh, by the way!" said the girl, struck by an afterthought, "I almost forgot to tell you. Your husband is being taken out for dinner with clients tonight." With a knowing look she added, "He will be kept busy - so he won't be able to keep calling you."
It was as though she knew everything! It was a conspiracy – how many employees at her husband's firm knew that she was receiving male visitors while her husband was away? Maybe they thought it was just a few people having a dinner party. It was unlikely that the girl knew the implications of what she had been told to do. Kate thought she would look at the contents of the parcel. It was likely just to be a little black dress – the sort any wife would wear for evening guests.
First out of the parcel was a black lace shirt that contained more "holes" than material. Kate thought she would have to be very careful choosing a bra to go underneath such a revealing garment. Next came a not a mini, but micro skirt. "That's ridiculously short!" laughed Kate, "It will hardly cover my bum!" She held up the black leather skirt and noticed it also, in spite of it's narrow width, was split at the front. Kate gave a nervous laugh as she pictured herself wearing it.
The other parcel was more of a shock – to Kate's surprise it contained lingerie. Chosen by the girl, she wondered? It was a Basque, black, as she unfolded it a matching suspender belt fell out. It became clear to Kate that this was an outfit to be looked at, for the bedroom, for sex. It certainly wasn't for practical daywear. She pulled out a small packet, the picture on the front told her of its contents – black fishnet stockings. Panties! Are there any panties thought Kate? Almost lost in the packaging was a thin piece of black lacy cloth. She held it out her eyes widened. Split at the gusset, it was a pair of crotch-less knickers. There was more material in the waistband than the rest of the garment.
"The girl had picked these – no – she said "helped" to pick them – who with? What had the man told her? What was going on? The girl must know that the men are coming round for sex. Did they say, "Go and choose some very sexy underwear for John's wife because she is letting us go round to fuck her tonight while he is away?" Kate realised she was talking to herself and sat down dumbfounded.
She couldn't help but feel it – that little tinge of nervous excitement that started in her belly and spread upwards through her body making her catch her breath. So this is how they wanted her to answer the door. To a man that she had let use her body and who brought her disgusting sex films – and his "friend" – whom would be a complete stranger. Until she opened the door, dressed obviously for their sexual pleasure, she would not have the slightest inkling about the man or know what he looked like. But by opening the door – dressed like that - she would be giving her consent to having sex with them. And they are her husband's co-workers, men she would almost definitely meet again at company functions.
Kate sat and thought for a long time – she knew her adventures were going a bit too far, she ought to stop. She would be acting like a submissive whore – a sex toy to be used any way they wished. She repeated the phrase out loud, "A submissive whore – to be used by strangers for their perverted pleasure – while my husband is away." She shivered and squirmed in her seat, she felt a dampness between her legs. Maybe she would try on the clothes, just to see what she looked like.
A few minutes later Kate stood in front of the mirror astounded by her own reflection. The undergarment pushed her tits up creating an amazing cleavage and though supporting her bosom from below it left her breasts naked. It pulled in her waist and accentuated her hips giving the impression of a perfect hourglass figure. The globes of her arse cheeks pushed out making the split of her crotch-less panties widen to show the crease of her bottom.
