Jess came down for breakfast on the Sunday after her photo shoot, looking hot in a tee& little shorts. I watched her move round the kitchen, my eyes fixed on her thigh gap, knowing Dans cock had been in between her thighs, rubbing then fucking my wife.
"Did Josh say when he was mailing you the pictures babe?" Jess tensed just a little..
"Erm, tomorrow I think, we'll have a look after work."
"I bet you look hot as hell, I'm not sure I'd have managed to remain professional with you writhing around on a bed, ending up naked!"
Jess didn't reply, probably lost in thought at how she'd acted at the shoot the day before- how she'd stared into Joshs' lens, a look of pure lust on her pretty face as she'd called herself a total slut that loved teasing strangers, then begged Dan to fuck her cheating little pussy.
Sunday became Monday. At work my boss, Nigel came to speak to me, much more chatty than usual..
"Good morning Aiden, I trust you and your lovely wife had a pleasant weekend?"
"We did thanks, actually Jess was doing a bit of modelling work." I half-truthed.
"Well thats not hard to believe! What was she modelling?"
"Oh just some lingerie collections." I said nonchalantly.
"Fabulous! Make sure to bring some of her prints in for me to appraise! I take it she is still coming to our meeting on Wednesday?"
"Yes, she can't wait Mr Walker.."
I came home Monday evening to find Jess already on our laptop staring intently at the screen.
"Oh, err.. hi baby, Josh sent through the stills of the shoot for us to pick which we'd like as prints. Listen, before you look at them I want you to promise not to get mad with me, after all it was your idea to bring the model in! We were both just acting for the camera and its just...."
"Jess sweetheart!" I interrupted. "The model was totally my idea, and no matter how intimate you are being with him in the shots I couldn't be happier that you had such a fun time!"
We scanned through the photos, picking out several to keep of Jess in her coat, then one of her bent over in her tennis skirt while looking into the camera via a mirror was a total keeper!
"Oh shit babe, the tennis outfit- how did you know?!"
Jess giggled and became less tense. Soon we were looking at some of her& Dan, first with him behind her teasing her hard nipples, then one of them face to face, kissing deeply, his hands groping my wifes perfect ass..
"So Josh asked us to kiss and fool around, I sorta forgot myself for a second!"
"Haha I see that babe! This is why i hired Dan, I knew you'd love teasing& flaunting your body for him."
Finally there were some shots of them on the bed. The ones of them fucking had either been removed by Josh or Jess. I pulled my girl over onto my lap as we scanned through the images of her now with no panties on, Dans hand rubbing Jess' mound. I tugged her shorts to one side& started rubbing her clit, Jess moaning in response.
"Fuck babe, I love that you just let a guy you hardly knew rub your pussy like that. Did it feel good?"
"Mmm yess.."
"Did he make you wet?"
"Uh-huh.."
"Is it making you horny looking at the pictures?"
"Ahhh god Ade, you know it is.. I'm gonna cum!"
Jess screwed her eyes up and grabbed the table with both hands as she came on my fingers.
"Mmm thats my girl.."
The following evening Jess& I were chatting in the kitchen sharing a bottle of wine when a Justin Beiber song came on the radio.
"Ugh, this is lame, why is American music all so generic now?"
"Err, isn't he Canadian Jess?"
"Definitely not, I'm certain he's American!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Sure anything you like!"
"Great, I like the sound of that!" I gloated, as I began to tap away on google on my phone. "Ha, see! Canadian!"
"Oh crap! So how do you want me then?"
Jess gave me a cheeky grin and turned to face the worktop, bending at the waist and exposing her tight little ass to me in one of her oh-so-short skirts that she always wore for work now. I walked up behind her and stroked her ass- then slapped it hard making her gasp loudly..
"Oh no you don't get away that easily!" I mocked, suddenly thinking of a naughty alternative. "Since you bet anything, I've decided you're going to be my slave for the day- this coming Saturday, if I tell you to do something you HAVE to do it! I think I'm going to take you shopping.."
"Well that doesn't sound so bad, bet accepted!"
Returning home from work on Wednesday, my wife was showering in readiness for her meeting, I fired up the laptop, firstly taking the time to have another look at Jess' photoshoot pictures- instantly getting hard as I went through them. But more of that later I thought, first I have to buy my girl an accessory for our 'slave' date...
Some time later Jess came downstairs wearing her brown leather trousers- that looked damn near sprayed on, a semi-sheer thin long sleeved black top and a pair of spike heeled black sling-backs. I whistled my appreciation as she did a little twirl for me..
"You think your dumb boss will approve?" She asked, grinning.
"Ha, probably too much! Damn babe!"
After applying her makeup I dropped Jess in town at the King's Head then went off to the supermarket to get a few things.
I took the shopping home& lazed around a while before I heard a car pull up outside. I peered out of the crack in the curtains to see my boss' Range Rover stopped outside. Nigel was walking round to the passenger side, whereupon he opened the door, took Jess' hand and helped her from the vehicle.
Nigel wasn't a bad looking guy for someone in his 50's I pondered, he still had his hair (albeit pretty grey) and was a very imposing figure at around 6'4". He needed to lose a few pounds though, too much fine dining I guessed, had caused his waistline to expand a little..
Nigel walked my wife up the driveway where they talked for a while, he was telling her something inaudible that made her giggle and playfully slap his arm. Then placing a large hand in the small of her back he leaned in kissing her goodnight on the cheek. As she walked to the door his eyes lingered on her luscious ass.
"So how was date night!?"
"Haha very funny! He was the perfect gentleman and rather charismatic actually. I did catch him ogling my breasts a few times but I guess this top does kind of encourage that. He also bought me two champagne cocktails, you could learn a lot from him!"
"Cheeky cow! So what was his offer then?"
"Well thats the cool part- he wants me to come and be his P.A. give a hand with all his business affairs, visit clients with him, maybe even travel abroad with him."
"Haha yeh I bet he does- but I don't blame him.."
"The best bit is the money, he's offered me another six thousand compared to what I earn now!"
"Yeh, but you aren't actually gonna come& work where i work are you? It'd be a bit weird.."
"Why not?! Worried you couldn't handle all your work buddies checking me out, winding you up about me?"
"No, that bit I'm pretty sure I could handle! It's just Nigel he can be quite strict, you might not like his.. ways.."
"Well he seems very sweet to me. He actually poured his heart out a little at the bar, telling me his wife had left him a few weeks ago- this time for good. Anyway I've said yes! So I'm going to work my two weeks notice at college& then we'll be colleagues!"
"Mmm I'd heard about him& his wife. Well if you're sure babe, we could certainly do with the extra money, it might be kinda cool I guess.."
The weekend finally arrived, I had looked forward to 'slave day' all week, I was soon lounging in front of the tv while Jess cooked me bacon& eggs.
"That was excellent slave girl! Now you need to pop upstairs, do your hair, put A LOT of makeup on until you look extra slutty. Then when you've done that your outfit for hitting the shops is on the bed in the spare room- only whats on the bed, nothing else!"
Jess sighed, smiling. "Very well sir!"
Around forty minutes later Jess came down in her look for the day.
"You have got to be kidding me, I cant go to the mall on a busy Saturday dressed like this!"
"You can and you will, dont forget you're mine for the day.. besides I'm sure your fellow shoppers will approve baby!"
I just couldn't get enough of manipulating my sweet little wife into acting and dressing sexy- especially in front of others- many others in this case.
She stood before me, hands on hips looking as hot as I'd ever seen her, she had straightened her hair, then put on the same makeup as when she went for the photo shoot- way too much eye shadow& eye liner with a dark lipstick. I'd picked her outfit to scream 'look at me!'
On her feet were some strappy platform wedges that knotted round her ankle. Her upper body was adorned with a tight cropped sweater, low cut so you could see most of her tits, and which left most of her perfect flat stomach exposed. Her denim skirt was one she had bought while abroad years ago to go clubbing in& had never worn it since, it was all frayed at the hem and the thick leather belt that went with it made up practically half of its length.
"Baby, I think this is too much!" She said pleadingly. "I'm 29 not 18!"
Her fingers pushed into the waistband of the skirt, easing it down onto her hips so that it at least covered her pussy& ass.
"Do I look like I care slave? I said sternly. "A bet is a bet, now you have to accept the consequences!"
She squirmed in her little fuck- me outfit "Uhhh, I guess you're right.."
"Just a couple more things before we go."
I walked over, then knelt before my wife and teased her tiny skirt up.
"What the hell are these?!"
"Well I needed some panti....
