It's Strictly Business
I was binge-reading HDK, and woke up in the middle of the night with this story in my head. The premise is a little far-fetched, but this debacle (and my ruined night's sleep) are still all his fault.
Thanks to Bry1977 for the beta-read and suggestions.
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Goddamn Wuhan.
When we all got quarantined, my wife was rather unceremoniously downsized (air quotes) from her job as an aerobics instructor at our local gym. Fortunately, as a computer programmer, I could transition to working from home, and we were able to scrape by.
How did a geek like me wind up married to a woman fit (and hot) enough to teach aerobics? I wonder that myself. But I accept that she loves me, and I don't let it eat at me; there really are such things as self-fulfilling prophecies.
Anyway, when things eventually started to open back up, her previous employer had closed completely, and competition was fierce for jobs at the remaining gyms and spas that had managed to stay open. She looked and looked, but had no luck in finding anything in her field.
Things were getting a little tense around the house. Monica was frustrated at not being able to contribute, and took it out on me. She knew she was doing it too, and would alternate between snapping at me and then clinging to me, saying she was sorry for being such a bitch. I offered to forgive her in exchange for make-up sex. She grinned and jumped on me.
Then, through a friend of a friend, she heard about this new job hosting "adult products" parties.
"I think it could be a good opportunity, Harold," she told me one evening.
"Well... I don't know, Monica. Sex parties?"
"They're not sex parties, sweetie. It's like Tupperware, just with sexy lingerie and vibrators and things. It's just for women."
"I'm still not sure. What would be involved, exactly?"
"Well, there's a website where women sign up to request a party. My job would be to meet with them, explain the process, help set up the party, and of course demonstrate the products. Then I'd get a commission based on my sales."
"I'm really uncomfortable with this, Monica. I need to think about it."
She fidgeted, looking down. "I'm sorry Harold, I already accepted the job."
Well fuck me. "So, you're telling me. Not asking. What happened to discussing these big decisions?"
She could see I was a little peeved. "I said I was sorry Harold, but let's face it; you know how hard I've been looking, and we need the money, if we're ever going to start a family."
All talk of children had been pushed to the back burner when she was laid off, so I was actually glad to hear her mention it.
But... "Are you kidding me? A pregnant lady demonstrating sex toys? Hah!"
She gave me a hurt look. "I'd just do this until I can find something more permanent. Then we can start thinking about kids."
I sighed in resignation. "So, what happens next?"
"Next week, I have to go in for training on how the process works, and the whole business side. Then I'll act as an assistant to an experienced hostess for a few parties, then I go out on my own." She seemed to be pretty excited about it, and she was very affectionate that night, riding me like a woman possessed, then falling asleep with her hand wrapped around my very satisfied dick.
The next morning, I did have one concern. "Honey, isn't it gonna be weird if you run into women you know?"
She nodded. "Already thought of that. I told the company that I was only going to schedule parties in the city, so the chances are pretty slim of meeting anyone we know. They actually agreed that was a good idea."
"Hmmph." And I went to mow the lawn.
The whole next week, Monica was wrapped up in her training. She even brought homework; she looked so studious, tapping away at her laptop. I got to live out some 'sexy student' fantasies that week! Then it was time for her to go out with a senior hostess.
I raised an eyebrow as the short skirt and low-cut top she was wearing, and she said I was being silly. "It's all women, baby, and besides, I have to look sexy; otherwise, I wouldn't have any credibility!"
I guess she had a point.
There must have been some pretty racy stuff going on at those parties, because Monica would come home and attack me afterwards. I was starting to think this might not be such a bad idea! But after a few weeks on her own, she seemed to be getting a little depressed.
When I asked her what was wrong, she told me she wasn't making as much money as she'd hoped. I tried to boost her confidence, telling her she was just getting started and things would pick up.
She thanked me for being so supportive, and she would figure something out. Apparently, she did, because after another month or two, her depression seemed to disappear.
With it, our sex life also began to change, though. Strangely, she didn't jump my bones after her parties anymore, but she more than made up for it on other nights. She was more affectionate than she ever had been before, giving me little touches, and wanting to cuddle all the time, and telling me that she loved me.
I thought life couldn't get any better.
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I was still working from home, but I had started going back to the office half-time. One morning, I was pleasantly surprised to see Maggie, one of my coworkers, stick her head into my cubicle. She asked if we could have lunch.
"Sure, Maggie, just let me finish up what I have in front of me, and I'll meet you in the cafeteria?"
"Actually, Harold, this needs to be private. I'd like to go to the Dew Drop; if that's okay?" It was an odd request. The Dew Drop was dark, with secluded booths, and it was a popular spot for, well, dark and secluded things.
"I don't know, Maggie, I'm not sure if Bob will be too happy about that," I teased. Bob was Maggie's husband, and a good friend. Monica and I hung out with them regularly.
She didn't respond to my gentle gibe, which was odd. Normally we enjoyed some semi-flirty banter, knowing it was all in fun.
But this time, she just said, "Meet you in the lobby at 12:30?"
"Okay, Mags," I said, pensively.
When we got to the restaurant, there was someone else waiting for us.
Maggie said, "Harold, you remember Bob's sister Jessica?"
"Sure, hi Jess, how are you?"
To my surprise, she looked near tears. "Jessica? What's wrong?" I looked at Maggie in confusion.
It was Jessica who spoke. "I'm so sorry Harold, I didn't know what to do..."
Maggie chimed in. "You know Jess lives in town, right?" When I nodded, she continued. "Well, she was invited to one of those adult products party last weekend." Maggie eyed me significantly. "She was telling me about it, and, well, once she described things, it became pretty clear that Monica was the hostess."
"Yeah? Wow, small world. She's been doing pretty well at it lately. So... what happened that has you so upset?" I asked gently.
Maggie continued to talk. "Do you know a lot about the parties?"
"No, not a lot... just some lingerie and relatively tame sex toys, from what she has told me. Nothing too hardcore."
She seemed to choke a little when I said 'hardcore.' "Well, I guess we need to show you."
Jessica pulled a phone out of her purse. "You understand, I didn't know who she was?" It was a true, although a little odd - in all the time we'd been friends with Bob and Maggie, Monica and Jessica had never met.
Anyway, I nodded, and she continued. "At the beginning of the party, she asked if we would all please pass her our cell phones, just for the duration of the event. I didn't even think; I handed her my work cell. I still had my personal in my purse. When she started... Well, I couldn't resist. It so bizarre, more like a lecture than a performance.
"What are you trying to say?" I was getting more and more confused.
"Okay let me tell you how it started, and then I'll show you what I recorded.
"At first, it seemed pretty normal. Monica greeted all the guests, then engaged in some chit chat while Tamara; that's my friend who was hosting, passed around some wine. Monica worked the room, encouraging everyone to talk about what they were hoping to get out of the party. There was a lot of giggling and innuendo. I was really impressed at how your wife was able to get the women to open up. Several of them revealed rather tame fantasies, and there was more giggling. We'd all had a couple glasses of wine, and everyone was pretty relaxed. Then she announced that it was time to get started.
"She went into the bathroom, and I know we were all looking around, a little confused. Then... I know my eyes popped out when she came out wearing a sheer robe, and she very clearly had nothing on underneath.
"She's really beautiful," Jessica added.
"Anyway, she started showing some products. She began with lingerie. Various styles of chemises, negligees, teddys, panties, and g-strings. Whenever anyone expressed interest in an item, she showed no compunction in dropping the robe and modeling the garment for them. She walked around the room, making sure everyone could see and feel the material.
"Then it started to get a little more risqué. After the clothing, she started pulling out various devices, which she demonstrated on herself. Handcuffs and nipple clamps first, then she moved on to different types of vibrators. She very calmly explained the various attributes of each. It was so peculiar; she sounded like a college professor, as she used them on herself."
"Wait, what? On herself?"
Jessica nodded.
"The last one was a bullet vibrator, which she pushed into her vagina while spreading her legs wide so everyone could clearly see, as she explained how to operate the remote. I think she felt that one, because she did close her eyes briefly and smile as she turned it up."
Holy fuck,
I was thinking.
When did Monica become such an exhibitionist?
"After she removed the bullet, she brought out a set of butt plugs. It was a set of five, in gradually increasing diameters. She explained how to progress from one to the next, to prepare a woman's ass for anal sex. She pushed the smallest one in, then turned her butt toward us. I heard her tell the group that it was perfectly safe to wear it around all day if they wanted! She pulled it out, and several I heard several of the women gasp when they saw her slightly gaping ass.
"I was kind of hoping she was done, when... she pulled a small silicone ring from the bag beside her, and asked if anyone knew what it was.
"We all stared at it raptly, but no one spoke.
"'This is a cock ring,' she said. She looked around, as the women whispered.
"She picked up her phone and hit a button, and said - and I quote - 'Charles? I need your assistance now.'"
"That's when I snuck my phone out and started recording."
I sagged back in the booth.
