My wife and I were both accountants working for different companies. We both made good money and were living the high life. We had all our credit cards maxed out; we both had new cars leased and a new condo full of new furniture bought on credit. Now as accountants, you would think we would know better but we weren't worried because our combined income was a good six figures.
Then as they say, the shit hit the fan. My company was involved in a big scandal and I ended up losing my job. The bad press my company got made me unhireable, I couldn't find a job anywhere. We returned as much of the crap we had bought as we could, then sold as much of the unreturnable as possible. We turned in both leased cars and bought my wife a used car that she could drive to work. After going over the rest of our bills, we decided that we would just be able to cover our expenses with very little to spare. I told my wife,
"You have to hold on to that job no matter what."
I became a 'househusband' I stayed at home did all the housework and laundry. I of course was not very good at this but believe me I was worst at cooking. My wife was patient with me although I did get a lot of,
"George, this blouse was beige yesterday how come it is pink today?" Or maybe "George mashed potatoes with macaroni and cheese is not a complete dinner."
Each day I learned a bit more and finally settled into a sparse but comfortable existence. We were living on nothing with almost everything my wife earned being used to keep the creditors off our backs.
One day my wife came home crying. She kept sobbing,
"I hate my job, I hate my job."
I said, "You should try being a househusband."
"Listen George if it was up to me you would get fired from this job too."
"That really hurts Lisa; I am trying to do a better job. What is going on at work, why are you so upset with your job? I thought you loved it?"
"That was before my new boss from Atlanta took over. Remember I told you about that black guy named Jerome. He is so mean to me, I am always getting yelled at for nothing at all."
"Lisa, I know I don't have to tell you we need this job. Why don't you try to win him over with your sexy ways?"
"George you perv, what are you talking about?"
"I mean like wear that cute little sexy dress we saved, you know the one with the low top and the high bottom. Look it couldn't hurt; maybe if he noticed how beautiful you are he will start to accept how good of a worker you are."
"You're right George that dress sure worked on my last boss. Every time I wore it he had me in his office all day I swear he was trying to look down the front." I am going to wear it tomorrow. Take it out, and iron it for me George but don't scorch it. I am going to take a long bath. When you're done come in the bath room and I will let you shave my legs."
I think every since I have been staying home my wife is trying to humiliate me. I know I am a househusband but she wants me as her personal servant. The thing is, I don't know if she knows this but it turns me on. I love doing these things for her. That night I shaved her legs, I brought her a very sexy pair of panties to wear, I even knelt and helped her put them on (it was sexy the way she put her hand on my head to steady herself as she put each leg in her panties). Next, I painted her toenails as she sat in the front room drinking a glass of wine and watching TV. As I knelt at her feet carefully painting each of her pretty toenails, she was completely ignoring me. As the polish was drying, I started to kiss up her leg and just as I got to the edge if her panties she put her hand on my head.
"That's enough of that George; I don't want to get my panties all wet. I want to wear these tomorrow and if I am going to let Jerome get a peak I don't want them all crusty with my juices."
As she sat there drinking her wine and I sat at her feet my dick hard and throbbing I kept thinking about her letting her boss get a peak at her panties and my dick would throb some more. I cleaned up the kitchen and we went to bed, I lay next to my wife spooning next to her.
"George I don't want your nasty thing against me all night, you turn over and go to sleep."
I did as I was told and dreamed all night of my wife flashing her panties to her boss. I awoke in the morning harder than ever, my wife was already up.
"George, get up I need coffee fast, and I want you to help me get ready this morning. I want to look sexy for my boss. Oh I hope your idea works. Hurry George, get up."
After I made coffee, I went to help her get dressed. I mean she didn't need my help but if it made her feel better, I was happy. I pulled her panties up tight and made sure there were no wrinkles. Next, I held her dress as she stepped into it and then zipped it up for her. Then as she stood in the kitchen carefully drinking her coffee I knelt at her feet and slipped her high heels on.
"Lisa you look stunning"
"You like?" she said spinning around giving me a glimpse of her panties.
"You look like a goddess, Allow me to worship at your feet".
I was only halfway kidding; I knelt down and kissed her painted toes through the toeless shoes she chose to wear.
"Well I'm off, wish me luck." and she was out the door, she turned back around to me and from the hall yelled
"And don't you be playing with yourself all day George, you have laundry to do and you better do a good job."
I looked out and there was our neighbor, Mrs. Twill standing there. She looked at me as if I was some kind of pervert
"Lisa you want me to check on him to make sure he is being a good boy?"
"Oh thank you Mrs. Twill, I swear all men are like little boys."
I was humiliated, how can she talk to me like that in front of the neighbors, I know my face was beet red.
I thought I had better get stated with the laundry. Lisa taught me to always hand wash her 'delicates' as she called them. I was at the kitchen sink gently washing her panties. God they all felt so soft and sexy, it was so erotic to hold all of them in my hand. I put my face in the middle, and just caught an aroma, just a trace of her scent. I looked through and found a pair that looked like she had really got them wet while wearing them. I put them to my nose and then licked the crotch. I couldn't stop ,I had to pull out my dick. As I rubbed her panties in my face with one hand, I was jacking off as fast as my other hand would move. I didn't even hear the front door open but just as I shot my cum all over the kitchen sink Mrs. Twill said
"I knew I would catch you. Are those your wife's panties? You're jacking off in your wife's panties, you really are a pervert."
"Please Mrs. Twill I couldn't help myself. Please don't tell my wife she is already mad at me. I'll do anything for you just don't tell my wife."
I'm thinking than I am going to end up cleaning two apartments how. However, that is not what she wanted. She sat on our kitchen table she pulled up her dress and said
"Here boy I'll give you some strange panties to sniff."
She spread her legs and waved me over. I know I was thinking what have you got yourself into George. As if I was in a daze, I knelt before her in my own kitchen and put my lips to her panties. She actually grabbed my head and started humping my face. I could feel her clit rubbing against my nose I could smell her juices starting to flow and as her panties got wetter, I could taste her.
"That's good boy you're working me up real good, that's it right there I need it right there. She grabbed my head and held it against her. I couldn't even breath, she just kept humping until all of a sudden she came, and so did I.
"Well OK you did real good, here you can keep my panties for latter I know you'll be able to smell me on them real good."
She pulled her panties off and put them on my face. She was right her scent was very pungent.
"OK you earned it I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day."
I had to scrub the kitchen table; the whole kitchen smelled like a whorehouse, oh yeah also my face. I put my nose next to the table where Mrs. Twill sat on it, I could still smell her scent, as I went to get the cleaner I noticed I was hard again. By five o'clock, I was exhausted but I was ready for inspection by my wife (I hoped).
At least my wife wasn't crying as she walked in the door.
"You must have had a better day dear."
"Well Jerome still is mean, but it was a better day. I was so flustered I made a huge error on one of our big accounts. Jerome called me into his office and threatened to fire me. I started crying I got down on my knees and begged him not to fire me I told him I would do anything. As I looked up, I saw he was looking up my dress at my panties. I thought well I'll just let him see some more and shifted pulling my dress up higher. He said you will never make it as an accountant in my firm, but maybe you can be my assistant. I pleaded oh yes anything I have to have this job."
"Does that mean you got a promotion?"
"Well I know I didn't get a raise in fact I give 15% of my salary back to Jerome because he said he covered my error. Then he said stand up let me look at you, and then he told me to pull up my dress so he could see my legs. I pulled up my dress all the way to my chin and when he saw I really would do anything he wanted, he got really nasty. He told me to turn around and then to bend over, then he made me rub myself right in front of him. Oh god George he made me so hot, I felt like I was his slut. Then he said no assistant of his ever wore panties and said off with them. When I took them off I couldn't believe how wet they were."
She pulled them out of her pocket and put them in my face.
" George feel how wet they still are, it was so humiliating for the rest of the afternoon my juices just ran down my legs."