Husband’s assistant

“Do you want a divorce?”

“No. I don’t want a divorce. Do YOU want a divorce?”

“No. I don’t want a divorce, but I want you to stop fucking other guys.”

“I’ll stop fucking other guys when you give up all your fucking business trips. When you’re here you can fuck me any time that you like, any way that you like, anywhere that you like. I’ve never once denied you a fuck, no matter how outrageous.”

“And you have loved every fuck that we’ve had, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I love you fucking me. I miss it so much when you’re away all the time, that I have to find substitute cocks to fuck me.”

“So who are the men who fuck you while I’m away?”

I don’t know. I only value them for their cocks. Although I must admit that most of them are quite talented with their tongues and their fingers too. You DO know that it’s you that I love, don’t you?”

“Yes. When I’m with you I can feel your love for me, but when I’m away I know that you’re fucking around and I don’t like that. Would you consider travelling with me, so that we can be together all the time?”

“But if I did that I’d have to give up my job because no one would employ me for the few days per month that you are home. Then I’d be bored shitless while you were at work and I was at home.”

It was a stalemate. I knew that he was not going to give up all his business trips, and he knew that I would not give up fucking other men unless he did. We slipped into an uneasy truce. I cooked his favourite dinner for him and he brought out his favourite wine to share with me. Nothing more was said.

Then, while I was at work a few days later Andrew rang me.

“Vera, what do you wear when you are trawling for men?”

“I’ve got a whole wardrobe of short skirts and skimpy tops. Why?”

“Can you knock off work a bit early?”

“I suppose so, but why?”

“I’d like you to come to dinner with me and a potential client tonight. He seems to be easily distracted by sexy women. I want you to distract him for me. I’d like you to come dressed in your favourite outfit that you wear for picking up men. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, if that’s what you want, but what else do you expect me to do?”

“Nothing. I just want to keep him a bit on edge. We’re so close to signing an enormous new contract. I just need your help to get his final signature. I hope that you don’t mind?”

“Well, it’s pretty weird, but, for you, I’ll do it.”

At home, I went to the wardrobe in our spare bedroom, where I kept the clothes that, until now, I did not want Andrew to know about. I selected a bright red outfit. The top was a halter style, which left my back and shoulders bare except for a thin band around my neck and another across the middle of my back. The top did not extend much below my breasts, leaving my midriff bare too. The skirt was short and tight fitting, showing off my perfect arse. At least I think that it is perfect.

It was not possible to wear a bra with that top. Normally I would not wear panties under my skirt either. I hesitated about wearing panties tonight. I really did not know what game my husband wanted me to play. In the end I decided that I would enjoy myself more if I went through the evening knowing that I was not wearing anything under my skirt. Perhaps no one else would find out my little secret, or if they did it would perhaps add a frisson of excitement to the evening. No panties then.

When Andrew introduced me to his client I was relieved to note that he was an attractive man – a bit older than my usual pick ups, but still very good looking.

“Vera, I want you to meet Fred.