I Wish My Wife Was This Dirty

Anita parked the car in front of Wes's office. He worked from a unit on a small business park on the edge of a nearby town. There was not a lot of activity there this Sunday afternoon.

"OK, here we are," smiled Anita as she got out of the car. As her legs separated I got a glimpse of stocking tops above her short but professional business skirt. She recognised a couple of cars outside the office.

"Ah good, I think Wes, Jo and Zoe are already here. Let's see if they are ready for Tania and her husband!"

After a morning with the grand-children, evidently my wife's alter-ego had already taken over, and she was champing at the bit for some adult company.

I took a deep breath. Sure, I had wanked onto my wife's tits in front of Zoe a couple of weeks ago, and even though we had positive feedback from her and some of her clients, I reckoned that it was really the girl in the movie that the viewers were assessing. Today was going to be something a bit more demanding. I had never been in a position where, in front of another man, I needed to achieve an erection, maintain it, and then ejaculate at the right time. And this was not me alone who had to perform, it was alongside another man, and not just any other man, this was Wes, who I had known as a fellow golfer for several years, and I observed at first in the showers and then through a hole in a fence, not only had a longer and thicker cock than I did, his was also black, with all that that entailed, and he had more experience at this than the novice that I was. All I could do was hope for the best.

Wes met us at the door with a beaming smile. Once again, I noticed the look that was exchanged between him and Tania. We were ushered into his boardroom, where Jo and Zoe were opening a bottle of white. Jo sipped and I won't say that Tania guzzled, but she got the first refill. It was rather reassuring when I saw that both ladies' hands were trembling slightly with their glasses. I'm was not the only one then. Wes and I hardly touched a drop, and Zoe was too busy talking and setting up her cameras and lighting to join in.

The premise was that Wes and I had been invited to a meeting by the Directors of Sales and HR to each receive a performance award or some such. The film would start as any normal business meeting, but the scene to be filmed would be the descent of the business meeting into a sexual fantasy of one of the men, involving the two women at work stripping off in front of him. As Zoe paused I piped up.

"Actually Zoe, I wonder if I could make a suggestion? How about instead of both me and Wes being the subject of the award, what if it was just Wes, and I blundered into the meeting room, at some stage after the ladies, er, got going?"

"Hmm, not a bad idea."

I could see Anita briefly rise to the surface as she turned to stare questioningly at me.

"Perhaps I could film you at the window, one of the blinds not being aligned, and you could see in." mused Zoe.

"Yes, a voyeur - I like it!"

Tania reasserted herself. I could sense that she was now getting her head around managing the prospect of conducting whatever sexual performance she and Jo had concocted in front of Wes and without her husband in the room, not knowing what he could see, what he was doing.

"OK, let's do it." she said, as the second glass of wine was drained.

I got up and avoided my wife's eyes as I left the room. I wandered up and down the corridor, my trepidation rising in tandem with my excitement. Presently Zoe came out and asked me if I would be happy to take charge of a camera for the voyeur shots.

"I reckon you'll be fine with this. I'd like you to get some film of what's going on in the room, and also some of you playing with your lovely cock."

She eyed me up and down. She evidently observed my anxiety.

"Don't worry, whatever happens will be fine. We're here to have some fun, not produce the best porn film ever. Here, let me loosen your clothing."

She expertly whipped off my shirt before taking her time rolling the palm of her hand over the front of my trousers.

"Perhaps this might get you going a little. Enjoy the view!"

She pulled up her T-shirt with the other hand, revealing her bra-less tits for a good ten seconds. The sumptuous view reminded me of the centrefold on which I had deposited a healthy load all those years ago. She smiled at the bulge in my trousers.

"Glad you like them! I need to get on. Join us when you can, but don't hang around as Wes, bless him, doesn't last too long!"

She turned and skipped back into the meeting room.

I unzipped my fly and put my eye to the window.

Wes was on the sofa, naked. In front of him Jo and Tania stood fully clothed in their business attire either side of a whiteboard. They all had their eye-masks on. Jo waved vaguely at the board. I put on my mask and started to film the action.

"So, in conclusion, the company want to recognise your excellent performance for this quarter with something we hope you'll enjoy."

She removed her jacket and her fingers caressed her clearly-visible nipples. Her hands cupped her breasts and then moved to start undoing the buttons on her blouse. I glanced to my wife. She was watching Jo closely, and was copying everything her mentor was doing. Both ladies turned their backs on Wes as their blouses dropped to the floor. Their backs were criss-crossed with strands of fabric. Bending over they presented their shapely arses to Wes and wiggled their hips out of their short skirts. Jo and Tania stepped out of their skirts simultaneously, then slowly turned back around towards Wes and stood side by side just in front of him, arms akimbo and legs apart. They were identically-dressed in a single item of dark blue lingerie - four nipples, now erect, on show; four ample breasts barely supported by tiny amounts of underwiring. Lacy blue detail cut-oust around the waist curved down towards their business areas, which were totally on display as the elasticated fabric gave way to thin strands which disappeared either side of their bare pubic mounds to meet on the other side of their bums. Soft inviting pussy lips just visible. The erotic vision was topped off by these delicate items of lingerie being strapped to a pair of matching dark blue stockings and high-heeled stiletto shoes.

Wes's legs too were wide apart and he relaxed back into the sofa and slowly worked his right fist on his cock. The girls' eyes were on each other, on Wes's, on Wes's cock. Zoe was scampering around with her camera. I directed mine towards my own cock and secured a few seconds of masturbation for Zoe.

I watched with bated breath as Jo dropped to her knees in front of her husband and slowly dipped her head towards his lap. As she did so her mouth opened into a gorgeous pout, worthy of the famous chocolate Flake TV advert. Her lips encircled the head of Wes engorged cock. I could see that there was still no bodily contact between them. Wes gave off a few little groans of pleasure as Jo pushed his hands away from his penis. He was clearly ready to wank into her mouth. Jo backed off slightly and looked him in the eye. She gestured to my wife to follow suit. My heart was pounding. I saw Tania adopt an even more sexy pose as she knelt in front of Wes, with Jo beside her. Her arched back, knees wide apart, spiked heels pointing at the ceiling, her hands resting either side of Wes on the sofa. Her face inched closer to the massive swaying black cock, and her head now followed it, as it they were gliding over a dance floor. Her mouth opened wide and a slippery tongue emerged. Wes again moved a hand to the base, in order to either steady the ship, or to jerk off into my wife's open mouth. I had no idea which, no idea if he knew, and no idea what my wife wanted to happen.

My cock was doing its own gymnastics. I put down the camera and burst into the room. I didn't really know what I was saying in benefit of the vague film scenario - something about being sorry for turning up late for the meeting. Three pairs of eyes turned towards me. Wes grunted as his first shot of sperm entered my wife's mouth. Her reaction was to gulp and close her lips. At the same time Jo grabbed the black member and directed the ensuing creamy gushes of spunk over her lips. Spasm after spasm, as his balls unloaded and his cock gradually relented. Jo moaned her affirmation as she wiped her husband's cock over her cheeks and chin. Tania watched transfixed. Not for long. I stood beside her, legs apart, hips thrust forward and, gently grabbing the hair on the back of her head, turned her around to face my twitching penis. As her mouth met my cock it was my turn to groan and she received a dozen or so jets of my own over her pretty face.

"Mmm, where have you been?" she murmered.

I collapsed into the sofa next to Wes and we watched as Jo and Tania turned to face each other. Jo dropped her head into my wife's bosom and rubbed her spunk-covered chin into her breasts. She then raised her head and Tanis returned the compliment. Smiling, Jo climbed onto the boardroom table, and gestured Tania to do the same. They firstly sat back side by side, and then leant onto their backs, raising and spreading their legs as they went.

This was clearly a planned piece of choreography. Two dildos appeared from nowhere and Jo took time and pleasure in gently inserting into her wet vagina - each push taking the dildo a little bit further. Tania followed suit. Jo took the lead again as she took my wife's hand and directed towards her business area. My wife seemed to need no further instruction as she proceeded to simulate a good solid fuck. Jo gasped, and throwing her head back reached out to return the compliment to Tania. The ladies got into a rhythm and each began to finger their own clitoris. Wes and I were silent, eyes glued to the wonderful display directly in front of us. I have no idea how much time passed before both girls writhing gave way to gasping convulsions and then sighs of satisfaction. Dildos were removed and licked and an eerie quiet took over the room.

Zoe broke the silence.

"Fantastic! You were all just fantastic! That's going to be one of the best, I'm sure. I am going to have so much fun editing this one together."

The four spent performers looked rather sheepishly at each other, and began to gather ourselves. Zoe took me to one side and whispered with a smile

"A bit more enjoyable than watching through a hole in the fence, don't you think?"

I struggled to reply, but gave her a peck on the cheek

"I really hope to stay involved with all this, if you can fit me in."

In the car on the way home Anita turned to me with her head in her hands

"That was disgusting! What sort of depraved human being have I become? And what the hell was all that about you sneaking outside to watch?"

I was at a bit of a loss to know what to say. Probably best not to try to make a joke I decided.

"You were simply gorgeous darling, and I doubt if you can realise how much I love you."

I must have hit the right note, as, later on that evening our bodies lay entwined, joined at the groin, wrapped in a duvet in front of the fire. My cock was deep inside Anita - warm, wet and welcoming. I released what was left in my testicles deep inside her. Anita's body once again jerked in orgasm and relaxed. As we fell asleep I wondered what would happen to us next.