My husband’s whore

I was sitting in my office at work, looking at porn on my computer, when my phone rang, and my husband spoke to me.

“Miss Smith, would you please bring the champagne in now. We’ve just signed the contract.”

Smith is my maiden name.

Immediately I stood up, slipped my short skirt and my little top off, which left me naked except for my high heels. My husband forbids me to wear panties or bras to work. I took a bottle of champagne from a small fridge and placed it in an ice bucket which was standing ready on a tray with three glasses. I walked through the door which connects my office to his and placed my tray on his desk. Then I turned to my husband’s client.

“Congratulations Mr McVey. I understand that a celebration is in order.”

“Phillipa. I’ve told you before that you should call me Kevin.”

Then he stood up and stepped toward me and crushed my naked breasts against his shirt and kissed me passionately on the lips. I responded by opening my mouth a little and pushing my tongue into his mouth.

I had been with Kevin McVey a few times before and so I knew exactly how the evening would progress. We would share the bottle of champagne, then I would undress Kevin and he would fuck me there in front of my husband, although Kevin didn’t know that he was my husband. He only knew that I was my husband’s personal assistant.

Then my husband would get sloppy seconds. I would fetch a second bottle of champagne which we would share still naked. Then we would all get into the generous shower attached to my husband’s office and they would both enjoy washing me and being washed by me. After dressing and a taxi ride to Kevin’s hotel we would sit down to dinner in the hotel restaurant.

Kevin would insist that I sit close to him, and, between courses his hand would slide up my inner thigh to my pussy. Then he would remove his hand and lick the mixed juices that had oozed out of my cunt since our communal shower. Usually, by the second or third time that he touched me my orgasm would sweep through my body and I would somehow have to stop myself from screaming in the busy restaurant.

After dinner we would all go to his room and drink more champagne from his mini-bar. Then we would have the most exciting fuck of the evening, with my husband fucking my arse while Kevin fucked my cunt.

After that was over we would leave Kevin and return home in a taxi. In the taxi Len, my husband, would be finger fucking me in the back seat. As soon as we were inside our front door we would be naked, then race for our bedroom. Len would have his tongue in my cunt, licking up Kevin’s cum and making me cum almost at once. Then he would fuck me with long slow strokes until we both would cum very noisily.


I was brought up knowing that sex was only permissible between a man and his wife, so how come, you are probably asking, was I now performing as my husband’s whore? I thought back to when we first met.

When I first met Len I was a virgin and, of course, intended to remain so until my wedding night. Two weeks later he had convinced me to go on the pill “just to be on the safe side” and as soon as he knew that I could not get pregnant he seduced me. By the time that we got married, three months later, he had taught me to enjoy all sorts of sex, vaginal, fellatio, cunnilingus, and anal. Our first year of marriage was wonderful with varied sex every night, but then he talked my dad and his dad into funding a business idea that he had — something to do with computers.

For the next 3 months he was working 80-hour weeks and was mostly too tired for sex except on Sundays; I really missed it but I still hung in there, hoping that things would pick up when he had finished developing his project, whatever it was.

But no! Once he was happy with what he had developed he started marketing it. That meant many dinners with potential clients talking about his product. He invited me to the first of his sales dinners, but I quickly became bored with all the technical talk and declined further invitations. Still, whenever he made a sale he would come home late and want to celebrate so I was getting some satisfying sex, just not enough.

Then he got more ambitious and started travelling to remote cities, even overseas, to contact potential clients. He was often away for extended periods, up to two weeks, and I found his absences very trying, not just because I wasn’t getting any sex, but that was an important part of it. Of course I complained to the girls at my work, and they invited me out to the local bar with them for Friday night drinks.

In the bar, the first time I went with them, men kept hitting on all of us. I liked the idea that other men would like to fuck me, but of course I would never be unfaithful to my husband.