Loving Wives - Wife becomes erotic consultant
[Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.]
"The consultant is here." Maria says over the intercom.
"Send her right in. Maria, that's it for the day, take off early." I reply.
"Boss, you are too good to me. See you tomorrow." Maria answers, as the door opens.
She enters the room, in a very smart pinstripe skirt suit, black high heels, dark hose, and a silver metallic briefcase. Not tall enough to dominate the room at 5'5", she is still without a doubt a very erotic presence. She locks the door before she moves to my desk, I get up and move to the center of the room. Her angelic heart shaped face has that tinge of devil in it today, never a good sign, framed by her straight shoulder length close cropped hair, red as blood, which should have given me a warning. Her archers bow perfect lips have a hint of a snarl. Her steely blue eyes flash with mischief. Her full hips and full breasts wobble enticingly, as she places the briefcase on the desk. She opens it, and removes a document.
"I'm here to renegotiate our deal." Jen says firmly, with a 'take no prisoners' tone in her voice, adding "You'll find the new private terms on the appendix, which I suggest you remove before you file it with your company. Six thousand a month, given all we have done for you just isn't enough. My partner and I require ten thousand a month, minimum. The alternative is we go freelance, which would be bad for you and bad for your company. Given the fact we've brought in over six hundred thousand in new business just in the last six months, plus found savings close to that in expenses, we think it is well justified. Plus there is the personal component."
"You - and Aly - would go freelance?" I'm still focused on the threat.
"Bob, call that a negotiating tactic." Jen says softly, as she wriggles the ass she knows I'm staring at, continuing "Not our preferred choice at all. If you look at the addendum, you'll see a variety of new experiences, which would also justify the increase."
"I'm not too happy about this substitution at will clause." I object, trying to wrap my head around it.
"You know as well as I do Bob that with only two assets, we have certain scheduling difficulties." Jen starts a little harshly, then softens the tone of her voice, "We could solve that with more assets, but that would require freelancing with other companies, and would incur certain risks which we don't have right now. So a certain amount of flexibility on your part would go a long way."
"Yes, but working with Aly provides its own difficulties." I observe.
"Based upon the menu in the Appendix, that's going to happen anyhow." Jen points out.
My eyes go wide as I read through the list in the appendix. I rip it off the document and sign on the dotted line, folding it and putting it in my pocket, as I place the document on my desk.
Purring like a feral cat, Jen opens the briefcase, stretching herself across my desk, pulling up her skirt and pulling down her thong to her knees.
"I think you'll find we have some exciting items in our fall selection." Jen waves me towards the case, but my eyes remain glued to her sweet slit, which is dripping with excitement.
Looking in the open case I see a selection of vibrators, in carved out foam cutouts, arranged by ascending size, and a Venus Butterfly vibrator with a remote control. I remove the two closest to my own cock size, taking the tube of lube from the top of the case, I lube them up. Lubing up her sweet tight slit and her fantastically tight asshole, I slide the vibrators in both holes, turning them on low, but not to the same speed, so there is a "wah-wah" difference in the vibrations. I take the butterfly out, and unsnap the harness so I can put it on her, re-snapping it around her legs, waist, and after pulling her thong back up (despite my better instincts), cinching the crotch strap back to the waist belt, locking the vibrators inside her. I give the remote a quick thumb and Jen jerks, so I knock the intensity down a couple of notches and try again, to a soft purr from Jen.
"Time for dinner." I observe neutrally.
"Bob, you really are a bastard!" Jen curses, "You expect me to burn all through dinner with the fires in my pussy and ass set on high, with random buzzes to my clit? Plus you didn't even give me the traditional bent over the desk fucking? What the hell is up with you?"
"New contract, new rules Jen." I observe, "You brought the toys, I decided to play with them. Tell me off any more and you'll also get a good spanking with all the vibrators turned on high before we go. You up for that?"
"No." Jen says quickly, then "Well... No."
"Good. Then we will save that for a night when you are feeling a little more wicked." I propose.
"Not as wicked as Aly, that's for sure. She's in her Dominatrix outfit tonight under a London Fog overcoat. Should be an interesting negotiation with R.J." Jen proposes.
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I've been married to Alice (aka Aly) for over twenty years, just like R.J. has been married to Jennifer. We've been friends and neighbors for that long too. About a year ago they both retired as teachers, did their twenty and out. R.J. and I both agreed we won the MILF lottery, because both our wives look ten years younger than they really are, but even that bring it's own share of problems. They had time on their hands, and everywhere they went, they got hit on by guys. One night they went out for a 'girls night out' with a crowd of thirty-somethings, both making up excuses they crashed at the others house, but R.J. and I checked with each other. We never found out what happened that night, but everything changed.
There was a full court press for new bedroom techniques, new positions, new variety. Aly just said she was bored with the old. Jen just said she was in the mood for something new and different. Both of them snooped around and found our porn, using it against us. Then they came up with the Contract.
Aly wore her favorite 'bend my mind into a pretzel' outfit for a dinner at the fanciest steakhouse in town, her treat (which should have set off alarm bells right there). She is wearing a shimmering blue satin blouse that may have buttons somewhere down below her navel, but tonight it is unbuttoned, forming a deep V that slashes from her shoulders across her nipples, and down into her skirt. She is wearing a quarter cup underwire bra, which slams her big breasts (somewhere north of a D cup after the two boys) together while holding them up tight and perky, so that they catch the edges of the satin blouse. Bending either way threatens to pop one out, but unfortunately they never do, despite convincing you it will happen any second. Her black pencil skirt is tight like a drum, a good eight inches above her knee, so it barely covers her crotch. Black four inch heels and nude hose almost complete the outfit. The additional four inches makes her maybe 5'4" on a good day, while I'm certain my wife is going to make this a good night.
You see Aly has this necklace, a silver Indian necklace with ornate disks that hangs right at the top of her cleavage. It is a big 'look here' sign for breasts that don't need any extra advertising to attract attention. But that isn't the story. The necklace was bought on the first long trip I had away from her when we started dating.
When I gave it to Aly, she whispered in my ear "Every single night I wear this necklace, I promise to fuck you until you cannot move."
Her flame red natural hair, her blood red lipstick, her flashing opalescent green eyes, every signal should have screamed 'Danger Will Robinson!', but I am smitten and oblivious.
