"Yes, Master!" Carly said as she hopped up, full of happiness and pep. I folded my fingers together and rested my head on my hands as I watched my wife prance into the bathroom to get ready. She shook her ass sexily, probably fully aware that I couldn't take my eyes off her tight little butt. I watched her slip on a pair of heels and she shot me a sultry, sexy look. She knew the effect she had on me. She lived for it. She disappeared in the closet for a moment and I heard her rummaging through boxes and drawers, looking for the skimpy French maid outfit we'd bought months ago. She'd only worn it once, a night when she'd played sexy waitress to Madison and I while Dave, Madison's husband and my subordinate at the company, sat in the corner and watched me first seduce, then fuck his wife. I don't think the similarities were lost on her. Tonight she'd be serving Kyrsten and I while I seduced yet another woman. Or at least that was the plan.
While Carly continued to search, Victoria returned. Fortunately, the water I was sipping on wasn't in my mouth when she walked in. Otherwise I'd have done a spit take worthy of a sitcom. She walked in wearing a pair of thigh high boots and a short black skirt. The skirt looked nearly painted on and left about two inches between the boots and the bottom of the skirt. The top was a thin, almost sheer, white halter top with a cutout that practically created a bullseye on her massive cleavage. The lacy red bra she had underneath peaked through, adding that extra bit of slutty flair to an outfit that already had that in spades. She bit her lip, looking at me silently for approval.
"You almost wore THAT to work?" I asked. I gave her a warm smile of approval as I gestured for her to turn around.
"Not really, Boss. I wanted to but knew I'd never get the courage. Plus it would have put you in an awkward position and I never want to do that. If you'd asked me, I would have come in on the weekend wearing it though," she said with a whimsical smile. As she twirled, my eyes traced her curvy outline, noting that the skirt just barely covered her ass and the whole outfit served to flaunt her nice waist and huge tits.
"Well... now you get to help me land another woman. What better way is there to serve me?" I said. I laughed and she joined in with a girly giggle.
"There's no better way to serve you, Boss. It's both my job as your secretary and my heart's desire as your work-wife." She pulled the halter top to the side, revealing the words of her tattoo that spiraled around her breast. 'I am filled by my beloved and all his desire is fulfilled by me SS 7:10'. She traced the words with her finger which also served to tease her nipple harder. "I want to help you fulfill ALL your desires, Mr. S. If you desire her, then the only appropriate thing for me to do is to help you achieve that desire."
Her breathing was heavy and her arousal was nearly palpable. I wanted to grab her and fuck her again, just to fulfill the first part of her tattoo. She needed to be filled by me. However, there was a bigger plan to execute. I forced a deep breath. Then another. "Sometimes you make it very difficult to get out of the bedroom, Victoria."
"Is that a complaint, Boss?" she said, adopting her sultry, obedient sexretary voice.
"Not even a little bit."
"Little isn't a word I'm used to hearing around here," came Kyrsten's voice. She stepped into the door frame next to Victoria and my jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a gorgeous purple dress that was somehow both loose and clung to her body like it was vacuumed on. It was like the dress was tailored for exactly her shape and just naturally followed every contour and curve of her body like a second skin. My mouth watered and my cock hardened just looked at her. The two thin straps over her shoulders held the dress up and, more impressively, held her breasts in.
Victoria whispered, "I think our Master likes your dress."
Kyrsten looked at me and then at Victoria. She stepped forward and lowered her voice, "I think he likes how both of us are dressed." Kyrsten reached around Victoria, grabbing the taller woman's waist and pulling her closer. Victoria looked at her then closed her eyes as Kyrsten leaned into a soft, tender kiss. I just watched as two of the most lovely, sexy, gorgeous people I'd ever met silently made out in the door to my bedroom. It wasn't the lusty, impassioned kisses that were part and parcel of the new Simpson household. Instead it was gentle, caring and sweet. As Victoria sank into the kiss, she gave a contented murmur of approval.
As they kept making out, Carly finally emerged from our closet. She'd found the maid outfit. Frilly little skirt. Little black heels. Lacy Choker. Think Yvette from Clue but dialed up a notch or two in the sexualized department. "Master, what do you... oh... you two are having a little moment aren't you?" Carly said with amusement as she too watched the fiery redhead and dusky brunette make out. They broke apart their kiss, Kyrsten looking decidedly proud of herself and Victoria appearing almost embarrassed.
"Sorry, Mr. S. I... uhmm... I got a little carried away."
"No complaints from me."
"Or me," Carly said.
"And certainly not me. You're a very good kisser, Vic," Kyrsten said. The complement made Victoria blush and she scurried away.
"Okay, enough teasing the help, Kyrsten," I said.
"Sexretary," came Victoria's correction, "Your wife is 'the help' for the night!" Her voice echoed through the house causing all of us to laugh.
"Mmmm... I like that. I like being just 'the help' for the night, Master," Carly said as she stood there gently rubbing her thighs together.
"Good... now get downstairs and help Victoria get dinner ready."
"Yes, Master," she said. "I'll be happy when Sasha finally arrives. My cooking isn't exactly my strongest asset."
"Silly slut," I said, giving her ass a little swat. Carly yelped and sauntered off, shaking her ass as she walked away while I watched her almost hypnotic retreat. "And you... we've got about 30 minutes before the good doctor gets here. You think you can keep me turned on and primed for that whole time?"
"Mmmm... I could try," she whispered as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She proceeded to tease me and pleasure me for what seemed like hours while we waited on our guest's arrival. It was almost a relief when I finally heard the car tires crunching across the sandy, shell covered driveway. Kyrsten climbed up, gently tucked me back into my pants and moved to the mirror to fix her hair and lipstick. I finished getting dressed while I listened to the conversation downstairs.
Victoria answered the door and said, "Welcome, Doctor Shadam. Please come in. They'll be down in just a minute."
"Oh... uhmmm... they?" the Doctor asked, probably confused both by the implication that there were two people upstairs and the presence of this slutty assistant greeting her at the door.
"Yes, ma'am. Miss Elias and her fiance are upstairs... finishing." I could almost picture the coy look Victoria probably had on her face as she delivered that line.
"Uhmmm... alright... I guess I'll... Oh! Carly? Mrs. Simpson?" she asked, having gotten a glimpse of my wife, apparently.
"Yes, ma'am?" she said, complete innocence in her voice.
"You... you work here? For Kyrsten?"
"Yes, ma'am," she said. I heard clinking of glass and assumed drinks were being poured. By this point, Kyrsten had joined me at the door and we were trying to avoid laughing audibly as we imagined the good Doctor's barrage of confusion.
