My husband and I had been living apart for a few years. I was now working as his office assistant for our small engineering firm.
Over the last few weeks, we had had some wonderful office sex every day. I was wanting to rekindle our relationship and I could see that my husband was being much more considerate to me. I was enjoying the attention he paid me. It made me feel more alive as I continued on a path of sexual awakening.
Last week I had been set a typing test. My husband had dictated a document onto his dictaphone and had then asked me to type up the document while I was being distracted by a Magic Wand vibrator buzzing round my pussy. The wand had been fitted into a custom desk chair which I had been bound into. I completed the document in the prescribed time but I had made ten mistakes. My wicked husband had adjusted the wand's setting while I was typing.
Apparently, I had passed the test with flying colours. My Husband had spanked me for each mistake that I had made. This humiliating punishment had really turned me on. After the spanking, my husband had draped me over his desk and fucked me mercilessly. My arousal from being bound and teased with the vibrating wand and the hard fucking I received culminated in the most intense orgasm of my life.
I had nearly passed out. I felt like a limp rag doll lying on my husband's warm mahogany desk. My husband had wrapped me up in a blanket and drove me home. I went into a blissful, deep sleep.
DINNER DATE INVITATION
My husband and I were getting along working together. I'm sure it helped that we were both enjoying fantastic office sex. It seemed as if we were each testing the other person's limits and, in my opinion, we were both enjoying the renewed excitement that this offered.
I thought back to the typing test I had been set and the resulting 'punishment'. Should I make deliberate mistakes to see whether the punishment was repeated?
In the back of my head, I was aware that we had been living apart for nearly four years. My mother's health had deteriorated recently and, after I had come to the decision that she would be better off in an aged-care home, I had found that I had an amazing amount of spare time on my hands. I had not realised how much of my time had been taken up with her care. This was why I had applied to work for my husband. The ultimate goal of working with my husband had been to rekindle our relationship.
The business had recovered some of the earlier losses and we had secured a big contract. I had managed to find some areas where we could reduce some overheads. I could see that my husband was no longer as stressed at work as a result.
I thought it was about time to tackle the unspoken issue of our relationship. I had deliberately worn a seductive secretary outfit today. The blouse was extremely see-through and my little black skirt was very short. I had worn classic, sheer black stockings and a garter belt. The stockings had seams up the back and a two-inch lace band at the top. Because the skirt was so short, most of the lace band was visible, even when the skirt's hem was down. My black sling-back shoes had five-inch heels. Not very practical for work but perfect for what I planned.
My friend at the post office had commented when he saw me retrieving the mail, "Someone's in for a treat, today."
"If he plays his cards right," I replied. "He's going to have to work for it though."
"Are you using your pussy to get what you want?"
"Yes."
"Good luck. You're worth the effort."
"I know," I smiled. This had been our longest conversation.
When I got to work, my husband took a long look at me. "You look fabulous, Ms Field. Is there something happening today that I have missed?" he asked.
I knew why he was confused because I was in my 'special assignment' uniform. "No there's nothing special happening today. I'm just felt frisky." My husband got up and came over to me. He reached out and lifted the hem of my skirt up. I slapped his hand gently away. "That will have to wait. I've got lots of invoices to process this morning." I could see his disappointment written all over his face.
I got stuck into processing the invoices. I made sure to swing my chair around as often as I could. I often got up to file papers away. I usually save up a bunch of paperwork to file at one go but today I was filing each invoice away as I completed the individual transactions. I made sure that I bent with straight legs, showing off my bare pussy, each time I stood at the filing cabinet.
On a few occasions, I stood up to pull up my stockings, making sure that the seams were always straight. When I sat down I would run my hands over the silky sheer stockings as I absent-mindedly sorted the invoices. There weren't that many invoices so I had to 'process' some of them twice.
By mid-morning, it was obvious that I had tormented my husband enough. "I know what you are doing, Ms Field," said my husband.
"Are you sure?" I teased. I got up and walked over between his big mahogany desk and executive chair. I pushed my husband's big chair back so it was pressed up against the large plate window. I sat on the edge of his desk and lifted my legs onto the arms of his chair. The stiletto heels were hooked under the upholstery of the armrest.
Sitting like this meant that my pussy was on full display framed by the hem of my skirt and the garters holding up my stockings. My pussy was glistening wet. I parted my lips and pushed one finger into my slick pussy. The other hand pulled at my skin to expose my nub of a clitoris. I then rubbed my nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse.
I decided to use his name to emphasise that this was different. "Mark. Do you know if there is something that I want? That I need from you?"
"Ah ha, no."
"I'm loving the office sex. But do you think I want more?"
"More what?"
"Well, have a think. Look at my slick pussy. Remember this image," as I distractedly continued to rub my clit and nipples.
I got up and pulled down the hem of my skirt. "You can have this when you have figured it out." With that, I placed my finger, slick with my pussy juices, in his mouth. I then returned to my desk and got back to work. I made sure that the hem of my skirt had hitched up and I was showing a lot of bare thigh above the lacy stocking tops.
Mark was a smart man and I was confident that he would eventually figure out what I was after. Later that day I received a meeting request on my calendar.
Dinner Date -- Saturday 7:00 pm till late.
Venue -- Dockside Bar and Restaurant, Queens Wharf
Dress code -- You know what I want!
Agenda -- Future plans
Accept / Decline
I swivelled my chair around giving my husband a prolonged look up my tight skirt. He was looking at me apprehensively. I got up and sauntered over to his desk and sat on the edge. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I accept." I lay back on the desk and added, "I know what you want."
My husband undid his belt and pulled out his hardening cock. When he had the head of his cock at the entrance to my dripping pussy I held up my hands stopped him. "Do you know what I want?"
"Yes."
"What?"
He looked shy and nervous. "You want us to talk about our relationship," he answered tentatively.
"Yes," it worked, I thought. "Now fuck your secretary . . . hard." He smiled like a naughty schoolboy as he plunged his hard cock into my tight pussy. "Oh yes . . ." I moaned. I felt like I was on fire. Teasing my husband all morning had affected me as well.
We had quick, raw sex on his desk. In no time I had an orgasm which set him off. He came deep inside me and then he pulled out of me. He sat in his chair and licked me clean.
"Have you finished all the invoices?" he asked as I got up.
"Yes."
"Good. Take the rest of the day off," he offered. "I didn't think there were so many invoices today. It took me longer to figure out what you wanted, as I was enjoying watching you tease me and I didn't want you to stop too soon."
Busted I thought, in a good way though. "I enjoyed tempting you," I responded. Was he telling the truth? I'll never know.
THE SHOWER
When I arrived home I found my first order from Wicked Weasel had arrived. After my friend, Amber had shown me some of these skimpy products I was intrigued and had gone online to look through the catalogue.
I opened the package to check the contents. The bikinis were packaged in these tiny plastic bags. I suppose it reflects the minimal fabric that they were made out of. I decided to have a shower and then try on the products.
I had a lovely long shower where I lathered myself up with a really soft body wash. I put on an exfoliating glove and rubbed myself all over. After I had cleaned my skin I rubbed a scented shower gel all over me. It felt and smelt so good. My skin was glowing as I gently caressed my firm tits and hard nipples. The soft, soapy bubbles were gliding over me as I rinsed off. My hands drifted down to my pussy. My outer labia had become slightly puffy with all the attention I was giving them. I grazed a finger over my clit which had become a really sensitive bud. I had to stop or else I wouldn't get anything done.
I dried myself off and went into my bedroom to try on these new bikinis. The first packages I opened was a baby blue shiny lycra tank top and a tube mesh flip skirt in white. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and looked at myself. The tank top was really tight over my tits and showed off my proud nipples to perfection. The mesh flip skirt was like a very short tennis skirt made out of a lightweight see-through mesh. I spun around which made the hem of the skirt swirl about.
I opened two packets for a matching bikini set. The top was a tiny 312 sheer vision tri top with these really small triangles that barely covered my breasts. The bottom was a 405 sheer vision thong bikini bottom. It was basically a small triangle at the front with strings at the back. There was a vertical seam on the front.
When I put these on I could see that they were nearly see-through when the fabric was dry. What would they be like when wet, I thought. They fit perfectly. I had purchased a couple of dresses and some knickers that I decided I would try on later. I called Amber and suggested that we get together at the weekend. I mentioned that I had received some of these tiny bikinis. She asked what I had ordered. I replied, "You'll have to wait and see."
"Do you want to go back to Ladies Bay?" Asked Amber.
"No, not this time. Let's go to a public beach," I said. I explained that I felt like showing off at a beach by wearing the minimum amount of clothing that I was legally allowed to wear in public.
"Ok, babe. I'll see you on Saturday," said Amber with excitement.
MISSION BAY
I had arranged to meet Amber at Mission Bay beach. This is one of the busiest beaches close to the city. I arrived early and found an area where I could lay out my beach towel and lie down. I sent Amber a text describing where I was situated.
I was lying on my front so I undid the strings of my top. I was basically naked on the back. There were only the thong strings disrupting my otherwise naked back. Amber cast a shadow over me when she arrived. "Hi, Babe. Looking good!" she commented.
