Carol, my wife, and I are never at our best in the morning and this particular Monday morning I knew I had to keep my head down. She is the office manager for an insurance broker and reasonably happy with the daily grind of earning a living there. She had been very unimpressed when her boss told her she was to look after the company stand at a small motor show in town.
It was to be nothing impressive, just a few local dealers and traders displaying their wares for three days. Anyone seeing my wife would know why her boss picked her, but she was furious saying she had far more important things to do than stand around all day smiling.
Carol is a very tasty, thirty-two years old, her normal work attire being very smart trouser suits, or knee length skirts, generally worn with some heel. Because of her looks and her dress sense, she knew why her boss had picked her but to spite him; she set off in baggy jeans, a woollen jumper, and boots with 2-inch heels.
I was home before her and got a meal started, when she walked in, I got a cuddle, and so I asked her how it had gone. She replied, "As expected, all I had was a table cloth to cover the trestle table and a few posters to pin to the wall behind me. It all looked very tatty and it was a very boring day, it really dragged for me, although I must admit, the bimbos on the other stands seem to be having fun.
Her mood was normal when we got to bed, so I did try a kiss on the nape of her neck and pressing a hardening cock against her, but that just got a, "Night night darling." No problem, normal for us was a reasonable, after eleven years of marriage, three or four times a week, depending on how we felt.
She came downstairs much later than I did in the morning, and her appearance gave me an instant hard-on. She was wearing her 4-inch black court stilettos, normally worn for an occasional restaurant meal, or in the bedroom for my benefit. She also had on her shortest skirt, a pleated flared number, and a nice red silk blouse.
My reaction was greeted with, "Probably tonight darling, I may have a better day today." Seeing her well-maintained body, nicely attired, it was very obvious to me, why her boss wanted her to do the show.
That evening Carol was later home and I already had a meal prepared, and we sat down and ate. With the mood she was in, plus her appearance, I thought of a far better activity than eating but she did tell me how her day went. "Dress does make one hell of a difference, I felt so much better, time flew by, and all the punters seemed to enjoy – eyed up by plenty, which was rather pleasing considering the competition."
"All the ones that came to talk seemed to enjoy looking, one or two touching and four even asked what time I finished. Dull old me was looking down on the bimbos yesterday, but I sure did have a much better day – time just flew by."
"What is this 'asked what time you finished' bit, you were over an hour later home?"
"I went shopping, but you can take advantage of my better day, last night I just wanted to sleep – this evening I feel like you in me now." When she said 'now' she meant just that, we had an excellent session on the lounge carpet, followed by a great session in bed later.
In the morning, she joined me in the kitchen looking hot enough to be taken across the breakfast bar, with no preliminaries. Her skirt was even shorter, but part of a smart charcoal suit and I had to ask, how she had gotten her tits looking so good "It is all me, the nice bouncy bit you can see, but I bought some special pad things to offer them up better. Looking good aren't they."
"They are looking good enough to eat, I am sure you will give the bimbos a run for their money today. I know it is no good suggesting some action now but if yesterday's outfit got me two great sessions, we are going to be busy tonight."
"Bye, bye my darling, I suppose the amount of action you get depends on the time the show ends and then, on what time I finish." The last comment got a cheeky grin and raised eyebrow as she left."
That evening I was just about to start preparing our meal when in she walked, still looking fabulous and feeling very frisky. "You are home much earlier than I expected, what on earth happened? I am sure, looking like you do, you could have arranged for someone to be waiting for you, when you finished."
"My dear husband was waiting for me at home, to take care of my very randy body, leave the food, we can go out for a meal after you have taken care of my itch." As we quickly went off to the bedroom, not only were her tits looking good but the view I had, of her legs disappearing under her skirt, was fantastic.
The only regret we both had, about the fuck that followed, was, it was far too brief, we were both very turned on and unable to hold back. I suggested some extra oral attention from me and she was all in favour. "If you had met some fella when you finished, you would still be feeling like this but my cock would still be loaded to give you genuine pleasure."
Although she was obviously very damp down there I am not into cream pies and just concentrated on wrapping my lips around her hood and playing with her clit with my tongue. From her reaction, I know the pleasure she was receiving was genuine and in no time, she was whimpering and quivering with delight.
"That was good, I have been feeling randy all day, and my body is still able to turn guys on, including my dear husband. I know this is not an original observation but sex does sell, a few leaflets the first day, not bad yesterday but I ran out of leaflets at lunchtime today. The boss and one of the salesmen brought me some new stock, it was a bit embarrassing, as both were virtually drooling and could not take their eyes off my well presented tits."
"I bet your boss confirmed he had made the right choice getting you to do the show?"
"I suppose I should be grateful that he did but in no way do I need anyone at work thinking of me as a sex object. But I did appreciate all the anonymous men thinking I looked hot, I have not felt like that for ages."
"I suppose it will cramp your style if I am around but shall we walk down to the pub, grab a snack and you can flaunt your body to a few more guys?"
"I don't know if I can be that unkind, I have already left far too many men with a need for serious relief and except for you, it has all been a tease."
"If you liked the way teasing these anonymous guys had on you, why didn't you find one from out of town and share some pleasure when you finished?"
"Yeah right, what ever my thoughts may, or may not have been, I don't think you would have liked me to come home and tell you some man had been inside my knickers."
"Provided you did actually tell me all about it and there was nothing done emotionally, or behind my back, I would be very pleased if you had got some additional pleasure. Just think what it would have been like, to have a nice, new, strange cock, relieving that randy feeling? "
"I did perhaps think what it would have been like but of course, I could not, ever, do anything like that."
"You told me of plenty of one night stands before we met and they were just for mutual pleasure, so why not now?"
"Now I am very happily married, apart from that, I was younger and randier then."
"You proved today that your body is still very attractive, probably more so, than when I first saw it, so are you saying, you did not feel randy most of the day?"
"Yes! I was very pleased with the way all those men were ogling my body, and finding every excuse to touch it and Yes! I did feel very randy all day, so shall we skip going out? Just take me to bed again; we can have a sandwich later."
A long session followed, I cannot remember when we had last done it, three times in three hours of so. I was surprised my equipment was still up to it but she gave me a great deal of encouragement with the mood she and her body were in. After our late snack, we sat around for a while but were soon off to bed and at it, for a fourth time. Plenty of oral action had her very pleased but mine was a bit of a halfhearted performance, due to lack of ammunition.
We were both bleary eyed and reluctant to get out of bed the following morning. I had a very quick shower and shave, and got down stairs for much needed coffee and a cigarette. Carol was down considerably later but the extra time had been well spent, she looked fantastic. I could not really put my finger on why but the skirt and blouse that she had on, she often wore to work, and they were probably, my favourites of her work attire.
A nice pair of three inch heels, hair looking good, with nice make-up and a great big smile. Her tits were displayed very efficiently but by no means to the same effect, as the previous day. It must have been her attitude that made her look so good, she just seemed to ooze confident sexiness. "Looking good my darling, I thought you did not like your boss drooling over you yesterday?"
"That's why I didn't put in my new pads, I did buy these smaller ones for work, although if they cause too much attention, I may have to leave them out tomorrow. Don't do anything too energetic at work today, I expect, I will need you again tonight."
We arrived home from work at virtually the same time and although still in an exceptionally bouncy mood, she did not require instant gratification. Over a quickly put together meal, she told me how her day had been.
"My world shattering discovery that sex sells was confirmed. A surprising amount of business came from my leaflets, the boss was very pleased."
"I presume he tried to thank you properly, those tits look pretty good, even with the smaller pads."
"He did get far too suggestive actually, I would not describe it as an argument but I did have to point out that a sexual harassment case was coming his way, unless he wound his neck in. He apologised and genuinely said "No hard feelings?" With the last comment, she gave a little giggle, "Well! Something looked rather hard when he was talking to me."
"I rather like my new wife, she seems to have a lot of mischievous thoughts, not a bad day then?"
