Husband’s assistant 3

This is the sequel to “Husband’s assistant” and “Husband’s assistant 2”. I suggest that you read those first.

My husband, Andrew, left on his next business trip early on Monday morning. I went to work as usual and came home as usual. What I did next was not usual, although I hoped that soon it would be the new usual; I stripped naked, had a quick shower, then, still naked, grabbed a nice bottle of wine from Andrew’s cellar and headed to Sarah and Ken’s place, taking advantage of the new hole in the fence between our back yards so that I did not risk being seen entering their place naked.

We had a fun time discussing how we should fuck; it was a first MFF threesome for all of us. Then we went to bed early and tried out all the positions that we had discussed.

Tuesday evening was much the same except that I was with Wendy and Les.

On Wednesday Andrew phoned me at work and asked if I could take Friday off. I checked with my supervisor and got her permission then phoned Andrew back.

“Hey! I’ve got Friday off. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I’m hoping that Bill, my new potential client, will take to my slutty assistant just like Fred did. Are you up for it?”

“Yes. Of course. If that is what you want. How do I get there?”

“As soon as you get off work tomorrow go to the Qantas domestic terminal at the airport. Go into the Qantas lounge and show your driver’s licence. I’ll book you a first class seat; they’ll give you a boarding pass. Don’t eat a meal on the plane because I’ll meet you here at the airport and take you straight to dinner with Bill. You’ll take off at 6:30pm and because New South Wales is on summer time and Queensland is not, you’ll arrive here at 6:45pm local time. We can be in the restaurant with Bill by 7:00pm”

“OK. I’ll see you then.”

“Make sure that you are dressed in your slut gear when you get off the plane.”

“Of course. I understand.”

That night I invited both couples for dinner. Over dinner I told them that I would be away from the next day until, possibly, Monday evening.

“Why? Where are you going? What are you doing?”

“Well. Andrew wants me to seduce another potential client for him. I have to dress up in my sluttiest gear and fly to the Gold Coast. Andrew will meet the plane and take me to dinner with his client. I wont be wearing my rings and he’ll introduce me as his assistant. Chances are that my appearance and my willing acceptance of any advances that he makes will be all that it takes.”

“You’re really going to let him fuck you?”, Sarah seemed excited.

“Not just let him. I’ll do anything that I can to encourage him, but I don’t want to come on too strong in case I scare him off.”

“Fuck. I’d love to be you. It would be so exciting.”, Sarah really was excited.

“Maybe some time Andrew will have two men who he wants entertained. Would you be up for helping me out?”

“Oh my god! I’d love to, but …”

“You can say it, Sarah, you’re afraid that I would be jealous. I’m afraid that I would be jealous too. Horribly jealous”

“Yet, Ken, you’re OK when Andrew or Les is fucking my arsehole while you’re fucking my cunt. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that I’m fully involved. I wouldn’t even be in the same room if you and Vera were fucking men for Andrew.”

“OK. Let’s not get into an argument about something that’s not likely to happen anyway.” I wanted to calm Ken down. Things were good between us so far. I wanted to keep it that way.

“I want to see what you’ll be wearing.”, Sarah asked.

“Me too.”, from Wendy.

So we all went to our spare bedroom where I kept my stash of slut gear. Until very recently this had been my secret stash, but no longer. When they saw the things that I used to wear into bars, trawling for men, Sarah and Wendy wanted to try them on.

Sarah first tried on a see-through dress with thong panties underneath, and she was able to put on a pair of my very high heels. Not only was the dress see-through but it was sleeveless with extra large armholes, so that not only could you see her naked breasts through the material, but the swell of her breasts were visible from either side through the armholes.

Judging by their erect cocks Les and Ken loved how Sarah looked partly dressed like that even more than when she was totally naked.