Claudia Hamilton was in a panic as she tried putting the finishing touches on the dinner her husband, Andrew, convinced her to have for his new boss, to try and keep him climbing the corporate ladder. She had hated the idea from the beginning, since the higher he went the less time he seemed to have for her and so kept resisting, but he was so insistent that he plied constant attention to her physical needs and sexual fantasies, coming home from work sometimes and taking her for hours on end. But she was never fully satisfied and finally gave in to his ministrations, and was now regretting her acceptance as she emerged from the shower and began applying her makeup. This allowed her to appreciate her generous, sexy 5'7" body with 36DD breasts, hips that flared into a rubenesque ass, and shaved pussy that denied anyone the chance to know that she was a natural redhead that went along with piercing blue-gray eyes. When finished with her makeup, she saw that her husband and his boss would be there in an hour and decided to check on dinner, but didn't want to get dressed yes and walked nude to the kitchen. Along the way, she thought about how her husband had woken her up by eating her pussy until she came in a powerful orgasm, then lunged forward and thrust his hard cock into her spasming pussy, pounding her through two more until he filled her with his cum and collapsed on top of her as they both recovered.
"Damn, baby, you are the best!" he said to her as his softening cock slipped from her wetness.
"You too, baby. I just wish that your boss wasn't coming tonight or else I would greet you naked at the door and fuck you right there on the step."
"Now there's an entertaining thought. I'm sure that if Mr. Mitchell saw you naked he would promote me to VP then and there. What do you think?"
"Very funny, mister. Don't get any ideas about me fucking another man, since you're the only one I want. But why don't I give you another thought?"
"What's that?" he asked, his ears perking up as she grabbed his cock and began stroking it.
"I'll stay naked all day, and when you get the urge to call me I'll treat you to a nice little solo of my own, and will only throw on the dress at the last moment."
"Deal. Now let's hit the shower before I'm late."
Andrew called her three times that morning, and true to her word a nude Claudia got off for him, but on the fourth call, as he was telling her how he was lucky to have a woman who was willing to stay naked for him the entire day, he was interrupted by his boss, Mr. Mitchell, who had been standing there, watching with a scowl.
"Hamilton, just what the hell do you think you are doing!" he yelled, which made Andrew drop the phone, causing the speaker button to hit the desk and the sounds of Claudia moans and screams as she orgasmed filled his office, causing Andrew to scramble to turn off the phone and Mr. Mitchell to become hard at the sounds he heard. "I'm sorry, sir, I was just--"
"Save it. What you do on your own time is your business, but if you are going to keep calling sex lines every morning, then you have no place here. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. But that wasn't a phone sex service!"
"Who was it then?"
Andrew showed him a picture of Claudia and said, "My wife, Claudia. You'll be meeting her tonight."
Mr. Mitchell cocked an eyebrow and walked away, saying nothing. But as he walked to his office, Mr. Walter Mitchell was thinking about the sexy voice he heard on the phone and the picture he saw, and knew that he couldn't wait to meet the sexy little minx, already formulating a plan. And at four o'clock, he put his plan into action and walked to Andrew's office.
"Come on Hamilton, we're leaving early so I can meet this wife who decides to take you away from my work time."
This threw Andrew into panic mode and said, "Yes, sir. Just let me call her and say we'll be early."
Mr. Mitchell planned for this and told him, "No. My wife and I don't even talk as much as you did today, so I don't think you should either. The limo's waiting downstairs, so let's go."
Andrew was panicking on the inside, but didn't let show, and knew that he was going to be in some deep shit with Claudia, since he knew she would keep her word about being naked until the last minute. And so the whole ride home he tried to make small talk, but was instead focused on how the night was going to go, and when they pulled into the driveway he knew it was the moment of truth.
They walked into the house and found, as Andrew expected, and Mr. Mitchell hoped, was a fully naked Claudia bending over the dining room table, giving Andrew and Mr. Mitchell standing there watching her ample ass, giving both men a hard on. When she turned around and gave them a view of their front, she stood frozen for a moment until she screamed and ran up the stairs as the men watched her ass bounce up and down. Andrew ran after her as Mr. Mitchell was left downstairs, catching up to her as the bathroom door shut.
He knocked on the door, to which she responded, "Go away!"
"Sweetheart, please open the door."
"No."
"Claudia, I-"
"I hope you and your boss got a big laugh out of seeing me naked and embarrassed, Andrew. Is that what he wanted in order to promote you, or did you offer?"
"Come on now, you know I would never do that. I love you." And he went on to tell her about how he was caught on the phone and Mr. Mitchell heard one of the phone calls, and how he couldn't stop it from happening. "Please come downstairs, Claudia. Wear as many clothes as you want, just please come down."
"Maybe. Now go away."
Andrew knew better than to argue, and just hoped that the evening could be salvaged, and that Mr. Mitchell wouldn't think badly of how the night had begun. But Mr. Mitchell, having been left by himself, couldn't help but reflect with lust on the nude goddess he had seen, with her red hair, large breasts, shaved pussy, and an ass that bounced wonderfully. He could just imaging himself fucking her doggie style and holding onto hips, slapping her cheeks and pulled on her tits, and even fucking her ass. He was smiling widely as he heard footsteps and pulled himself into a modicum of morality, as Andrew and Claudia, now dressed in a long dress with sleeves, came downstairs.
"Mr. Mitchell, I'm sorry for having left you down here. Please allow my to formally introduced you to my wife, Claudia."
He smiled and said, "My dear lady, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope that our little introduction before won't keep us from becoming good friends. But I must say that Andrew definitely has an eye for beauty, and his picture of you does not do you any justice."
Claudia, who had been nervous about meeting her husband's boss, now found her fears unfounded and began to relax as his charming demeanor erased any uneasiness, and it turned out to be a wonderful evening. She found Mr. Mitchell a very funny man, with a handsome face, warm laugh, and easy to talk to. And while he didn't show any outward signs of her effect on him, she still felt like he was sometimes leering at her, which she never caught him at.
But he was leering at her when neither she nor Andrew could tell, and he knew that he was going to fuck her, and was going to do it soon, since he could tell she would do anything for her husband. And by Andrew's work schedule and fast climb, she was probably sexually neglected, and knew that he could take care of that, with his physically fit body and solid 8" cock that he fucked many younger women with, and was very good at it. They even gave him a tour of the house and appreciated his knowledge of interior decorating, which he said was a gift from his ex-wife since she was spending so much of his money on their house he learned the subject to make sure he wasn't being ripped off. At the end of the night, Mr. Mitchell said good night and warmly kissed her on the cheek, saying they should get together again soon, and because of the lateness of the evening, allowed Andrew to stay home and he would be picked up by Mr. Mitchell's limo for work at 8:30 the next morning.
When he left, Andrew immediately took her in his arms and began kissing her deeply, carrying her into the living room and slowly undressing her and himself and laid her down on the floor, as he began then eating her pussy thoroughly to and earth shattering orgasm and then slowly inserting himself and giving her one more before he finished himself.
When they finished, she breathlessly asked him what that was for.
"For being the most beautiful, wonderful hostess and wife a man like me could ever ask for. Mr. Mitchell was very impressed tonight."
"I think he was somewhat skewed by my show tonight. I felt like he was leering at me even through that moral facade he was showing."
"Well, who wouldn't be impressed by your ample 'assets.' But honey, I think you're overreacting and that it was your personality that impressed him overall. And again, I really am sorry about what happened, and if there's any way I can make it up to you, let me know."