I gave the guy credit. At least he had a job. I had worked my share of dead end jobs early on as well, so I knew what he was going through.
But door to door vacuum sales was never one I had tried. I came close to closing the door the minute I detected his angle, but something about his approach made me listen.
He explained that his company was doing a Nation-Wide sweep, (pardon the pun) to introduce people to this latest cleaning revolution. Furthermore, this was very nearly the end of their activity in this area before they departed for Glendale, Arizona later tonight.
As I eyed him up and down, a wicked thought crept into my mind. My wife was soaking in the tub and would soon be coming out. I figured she would love to watch this guys spiel even though we did not need a vacuum cleaner.
In describing this fine specimen of a man, I find myself at a loss for words. He wore light tan loose fitting khaki trousers; a pale blue shirt was tucked into those trousers which were held up by a black belt. He wore a Navy blue ill fitting sport coat topped off with a bright red poorly tied tie. It looked like he cut his own hair and he had an "Alfalfa" thing going in the back.
He wore coke bottle lens glasses and had buck teeth. Top all this off with a noticeable beer belly and what more could anyone ask for. I found myself convinced he had never been laid in his life.
I invited him in and told him my wife was the one he needed to convince and that she would be out shortly. I told him to set up his wares in front of the sofa so she could see all he has to offer and I would just hang out while he did his presentation.
"Are you nearly finished?" I yelled to Debbie through the bathroom door.
"Just about," she merrily responded.
"Good, cause there is a guy here that wants to sell you a vacuum cleaner," I said chuckling to myself.
After a long pause, the door flew open and I was eye to eye with my wife wrapped in a towel.
"What did you say?" she demanded.
It was all I could do to not burst out laughing. "Babe, you have to play along with this. I swear this poor guy has so much going against him, I figured he could use a break even if we don't need a vacuum."
"Well we don't need another vacuum, so why do I have to sit through his presentation?" she whined.
"Because this poor nerd has never been laid, and I doubt he has ever been close to a rocking babe like you in his entire life," I said.
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" she stormed. "You expect me to go to bed with this..."
I interrupted her, "No, no, no, nothing like that, good Lord," I said. "I don't expect you to bed him down, good grief. I just want to give this dude a chance to see what a really hot chick looks like, up close and personal."
"Oh Gary, this is too much. I am sure he has seen attractive girls before," she stated emphatically.
"But not like he will see you," I chuckled.
"Now what?" she said suddenly clutching the towel to herself.
I tossed the all white silk robe on the bed. "Wear this," I said chuckling. I think this robe is for wearing over a swim suit to keep you from burning. It is short, comes to upper thigh and it is light weight silk. Like her other one, this one has a sash that ties around the waist.
I bought it for her and she had only tried it on once. You can almost see through it. I could make out the darker shade of her areolas as well as the slightly darker shade of the little tuft of pubic hair above her cunt. When she tried it on I forgot to mention those points to her. "It looks fantastic babe," I had said as she stood before me blushing her usual beet red color.
"Oh Gary, I couldn't wear that," she stammered.
"Just go with me on this babe, this guy is with a company that is going all over, they leave tonight for Glendale, Arizona. We will never see him again. When you see him, you will quickly realize how pathetic he is. This will be his only shot in life to see an absolutely gorgeous babe. When you see him, you will understand," I pleaded.
"I would be too embarrassed," she whined. "You know how I blush."
"Believe me," I said, "I will guarantee you this guy will be more embarrassed than you. Trust me babe, I just want to see how you affect him. With your body you have got to understand how much control you have. I want to see if this nerd can concentrate when he sees you."
Already beet red, she moved pensively toward the bed where the silk white cover up was laid.
"I have to wear a bra and panties under it, I am not sure how that would look," she mumbled.
"No!" I said sternly. "No bra, no panties!"
"Gary you can't be serious," she whined.
"Come on babe, do this for me. It won't kill you and I will be there. I just want to see his reaction and besides, like I said, he will never in his life be able to see anyone as hot as you." I was practically begging her.
"Now hustle up, he is setting up the vacuum to show you. You sit on the sofa," I quickly added as I hastened out of the bedroom to my wife's very loud sighs.
Rejoining the nerd I asked, "What was your name again, I didn't catch it."
Oh, Wendell, ah Wendell Stokely he said blushing a little. He had laid all the accessories out in front of the sofa and was clearly prepared to begin.
"Hmmm," I thought to myself. Wendell huh. Strike three.
"Can I get you a drink Wendell?" I asked.
"Water, thank you," he replied with his voice cracking. "I sometimes get a bit parched doing these presentations," he added.
I got him a glass of ice water and as I was heading back to the living room I saw my wife nervously creeping down the hallway. She had her arms crossed over her tits to conceal what I knew were rock hard nipples. She was also walking in a bit of a crouch in a feeble attempt to lower the hemline of the white silk cover up. As expected, she was beet red.
"Oh," I bellowed. "Here comes my wife now Wendell," I added as I entered the living room and handed him the ice water.
She cautiously peered around the corner. Wendell had everything set and stepped back to admire his work. He clasped his hands together in satisfaction as he looked toward my cowering wife's beet red face peering around the corner.
He blushed only slightly as, moving toward her, he extended his hand out to shake her hand. He stepped toward her saying, "How do you do madam, I am Wendell Stokely and I am here..." his voice trailed off as Debbie sheepishly stepped around the corner and hesitantly extended one hand to shake his. This uncovered a clearly obvious rock hard engorged nipple to his view.
Clasping my wife's hand, Wendell vigorously shook it causing her uncovered tit to wobble and jiggle which seemed to make her nipple even more pronounced.
She quickly shot past Wendell and nearly dove for the sofa grabbing all available pillows in the process to cover not only her tits, but her crotch as well.
Wendell was clearly in a state of shock as he stuttered and stammered trying to recall what he was supposed to say next. As anticipated, he was redder than my wife. He was also breathing heavily almost to the point of gasping as he tried to collect his thoughts.
Wendell eventually moved to his presentation position. Standing in front of my wife who at this point resembled a pile of pillows, more than an ultra hot babe, Wendell took a deep breath and again clasped his hands together.
I nearly laughed out loud as Wendell attempted to begin his canned presentation. He sounded more like Pa-Pa-Porky Pa-Pa-Pig as he stuttered and stammered.
"Look at the attachments babe," I said as I stepped over to her. I grabbed the pillows and tossed them out of her reach. "You can't see all of Wendell's tools around these pillows."
This moved caused her tits to jiggle and wobble deliciously before she had the presence of mind to cross her arms over them. Her legs promptly slammed tight together at the same time. The cover up had ridden to her upper thighs. As much as she wanted to pull the hem down as far as possible, that would have required her to expose her tits.
During this time, poor Wendell's cock had gone fully erect. His light tan ill fitting khaki's were tented and there was no mistaking what it was that had created the obvious tent.
Debbie's eyes quickly settled on Wendell's hard cock tenting his trousers. She stared until Wendell glanced down and discovered what my wife was staring at.
With an almost guttural sounding gasp, Wendell, upon discovering his awkward condition, quickly dropped to at first a half crouch, then to a kneeling position in front of my wife.
This caused a semi smile from my wife. Her brilliant red color lessened as she was beginning to realize the control she had. She gave me a wide eyed semi-smirk as I stood behind Wendell.
In the meantime, Wendell had gone almost two shades of red deeper.
He began fumbling with attachments and moving them as he made a valiant attempt to stammer and stutter his way through some sort of feeble explanation about what each attachment was used for.
Even though he was attempting to conceal his obvious erection, his rock hard cock was clearly outlined in his light tan khakis. While it was not huge, it appeared to be a very presentable size.
With all Wendell had going against him, a two inch cock would have been the final nail in his coffin.
I could see my wife was slowly beginning to enjoy her position of superiority over poor Wendell. He was continuously losing his place in his presentation. He repeated himself several times. He could not stop looking at my wife's nipples. In their engorged condition, they were clearly obvious under the thin white silk covering. The darker color of her areolas was really quite noticeable.
She even began sitting straighter on the sofa. This move made them even more pronounced. They almost appeared ready to rip through the fabric.
All this time, Wendell was doing his level best to hide his cock. He even moved attachments in front of it to conceal it. When he did that, I would lean over and pick up the attachment he was using to conceal his erection and ask him what this one did, or that one. No matter what he did, his cock was obvious.
Debbie even chuckled a few times as Wendell was attempting to push his cock down in his trousers without us noticing. He would reach for an attachment and use his forearm to put pressure on his cock in an attempt to get it to lay flatter.
