Reading E-Smut

 

You are sitting in the bleachers, trying to be a ‘good supportive parent’ of your kid. You really don’t care about sports, but your children enjoy being part of the school teams. When any of them are on the field or the court, you pay attention, cheer, and yell, but today your son is still sitting on the bench. You know that ‘everyone needs time on the field’, but you hate the waiting.
You pull your tablet from your work bag, maybe if you read something you’ll feel less anxious. You remember that one of your co-workers sent you a link to her short stories.

In the office you quietly asked “What, are you one of those quiet ladies who write smut in her spare time?”

She nervously smiled and said, “If you don’t like that kind of thing see if your wife wants to read it. If not, feel free to just delete the link.”
You thought she was joking until now. The school bleachers feel hard on your butt, sitting near the top row, so you can see your kid when he goes on the court. The title of the story is what first catches your eye “An afternoon in the office”.
You’ve known Joan for a few years now. She is the AA for your department head, taking care of all his needs, along with the rest of the senior staff. What you read is not what you expect.

“After all of the staff has gone home for the day, I call my husband. ‘Jim, come to the front desk and have security buzz you up.’ I then make sure all of the other offices are locked except for my boss’s. The office with the big vinyl couch.”
You pause, ‘Mister Johnson’s office has a large couch in it’ you think and then continue reading. Just the thought that maybe she has written something she actually did, is starting to turn you on.

“I take and lay out the towel and lotions from my gym bag, then close the door and wait at my desk. Security buzzes my phone ‘Yes, I’m expecting my husband…You’ll send him up? Thank you.’ I then hang up the phone and stand by the office door.”
You feel your dick start to get hard with anticipation. You then shake your head for a moment. ‘There is no way she is going to write about sex in the office.’ But the idea of sneaking your wife into Mr. Johnson’s office and bending her over the big couch and pounding her from behind is an image you hadn’t expected to enter your mind. You lick your lips as your mouth feels dry.
“ ‘So we have the place all to ourselves?’ Jim asks. I kiss him, my tongue going deeply into his mouth. ‘Yes. Just like we talked about, I didn’t get a bonus this year, even though the company earnings were great, so I want you to fuck me on his couch.’ He hugs me firmly, my hard nipples press into his chest. ‘Yes, I’ll fuck you like they fucked you for not giving you a bonus. Fast and hard. In ways you’ll always remember.’ We go into the office and he slowly removes my dress.”
The buzzer for the game goes off. “Dad!” you son yells up at you.
Flustered, you put the tablet into your bag. “What?” you yell down.
“I’ll change and be right back.” He says pointing to his school bag on the bench.
You nod, grab your bag, go down to the court and pick up his.

‘I know we didn’t get a bonus this year. Officially the company said profits were down’ you think. You want to get back to the story, but it’s a good thing you stopped. You adjust your slacks as you soften. ‘Joan must just have written this as an angry fantasy. She’s almost 50, I think. And Jim he’s almost ready to retire, there’s no way they would have had sex, in the office on Mr. Johnson’s vinyl couch.’
“Ready Dad?” your son asks.
“Sure. Let’s go.” You reply.
“So what did you think of the game?” he asks.
You are tempted to lie and say, ‘it was great’ but you give him a weak grin. “Tell you the truth I was using my tablet on a work thing and wasn’t paying attention.”
“I thought so.” He says with a nod. “I looked from the bench to check on you, hoping you weren’t bored. You looked really stuck to the screen.”
“Shall we pick up supper?” you ask trying to change the subject. “Call your mother and see what she wants.”

A ten-minute call through the car’s speaker while still in the school parking lot, you finally all agree that the chicken family meal is the best option. You use the app, place the order, and go get it.

The whole time you are driving you keep wondering about Joan and Jim. She’s not what you’d call gorgeous, but she’s okay for her age. ‘This has to all be fiction. They can’t really have done this.’
After you get home and eat, your wife asks. “Are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”
“Once we go to bed can I show you something?” You ask.
She gives you a puzzled look. “Okay. You don’t want to tell me first?”
“It’s easier if I show you.” You reply and then finish eating dinner.

After cleaning up and making sure the kids finished their homework, you chase them off to their rooms before grabbing the tablet from your bag and going to the bedroom.
You get undressed and sit on the bed wearing only the shorts you sleep in, as your wife gets ready for bed too.

“What’s this about?” she asks.

You prop up the pillows on your side of the bed and turn on the tablet. “I was given this smutty story to read. I didn’t finish it.”
“Was it that bad?” She asks as she pulls on her nightgown.
“No. On the contrary, it’s good. Take a look.”
She gets on the bed, and looks at the title. She starts laughing “Who is Jackie Sential?”
“What?” you ask confused for a moment.
“The story’s author is Jackie Sential or ‘jack essential’.” She giggles some more. “Oooh ‘An Afternoon in the Office’. Sounds exciting.”

She reads for a moment. You watch her chest. Those lovely breasts that fed your children and still look so good to you after years of marriage.

She pauses. “It’s not bad. It looks like they are going to fuck in the boss’s office. That’s a little different. But nothing I haven’t read before.”
“Joan wrote it.” You say.
“Joan. Joan in your office, Joan? Joan, who looks like she and her husband’s idea of a wild night is going to the library for a poetry reading…that Joan?” She asks.
You nod and nervously lick your lips.
“That office she is describing. Is that your boss’s office?”
“I think so.” You reply. “Thinking that it is something that she and Jim might have done or even fantasized about, turned me on.”
“Joan turned you on?” She asks with a puzzled look.
You quickly shake your head. “No. The description of going into Mr. Johnson’s office and having sex did. I’d love to bend you over that couch and take you from behind” you admit.
She give you a wicked smile. “Did you finish the story?”
You shake your head. “Do you want to read it to me, or should I read it to you?”
“I’ll read it, but as I do, do you want to lick my pussy?”

You nod, kiss her and then move between her legs. You can smell her damp excitement. “Where did you leave off?” She asks.
“They were in the office and slowly removing her dress.” You answer as you slowly remove her panties.
“Underneath my dress, I was only wearing a garterbelt and stockings. My bra pushed up my breasts making my nipples look even harder. My husband slowly licks around each nipple and then kisses them.”
As your wife reads you slowly lick her pussy.

Your tongue goes up and down.

Teasing her.

She continues reading, slowly describing how Jim licks Joan.

Tonguing her pussy and then her asshole. You focus on your wife’s pussy. You know if she feels like any ‘butt stuff’ tonight she’ll be clear about it.

As you lick her cunt and suck her clit, you feel her put her feet on your back and cross her ankles. As she continues reading, she flexes her hips. She reaches a hand down, grabs your head and presses your face more firmly against her.
“Jim’s cock is so hard and thick. But I’m so excited I take it down my throat. He fucks my mouth hard and fast. My wet pussy is begging to be filled.”
Your wife’s breathing is getting harder as she tries to keep reading aloud and enjoying you. “He bends me over the couch and licks my pussy and ass. ‘I’ll fuck you like the company did’ Jim says in an animalistic growl.”

You feel your wife’s thighs tighten around your head.

She won’t last much longer.

You suck her clit and hum.

You know the vibrations drive her wild.

“Oh God!” She says as she clenches around you in pleasure.

You feel her cunt pulse against your mouth as her orgasm powerfully moves through her. Her hand pulls your hair as the other one drops the tablet on the bed. Her breathing is labored for a moment as she finishes.

You let her unwrap her legs from you before you get up.
Your dick is so hard and ready. “Should I jerk myself off or..”
She gets on her hands and knees.

“Take me doggie style. Just like Jim did Joan.”
You slip your hard shaft into her wet hungry snatch.

Placing your hands on her hips you slowly work into her.
“NO. Faster like in the story.” She says. “And spank my ass.”
You don’t even question. Smack. Your hand goes to the right cheek as you thrust into her harder and faster. She starts moaning in pleasure as she reaches down and rubs her clit.

It has been a while since she was this excited.

You love it.

You don’t last long.

With a hard thrust you hold her firmly as your cock pumps cum into her.

You feel her rubbing harder until she cums again too.
You pull out, as semen drips from her.

You quickly grab a towel and wipe her up.
“You are really enjoying this.” you say as you lie next to her and kiss her.
“Yes. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow you can thank Joan for the story.” She says as she kisses you too.
“Do you think it really happened?”
“It doesn’t matter. Like all good smut. As long as the reader enjoyed it that’s all that’s important.” Your wife answers with a smile.

At work the next morning, as you fill your cup of coffee, you see Joan waiting to pour her cup. “Good morning. Did you read that story I shared with you?” She asks in a quiet tone.
You smile. “My wife and I both enjoyed it. I have one question.”
She gives you a knowing look. “Whatever I answer would be a disappointment. Just know that I write what I know, and I write what could be. I’m a simple woman with a vivid imagination and a passionate husband. The rest I leave up to the reader.”
You nod. “Ok. So where can I get more of Jackie Sential’s stories?”

We both smile and sip our coffees.

Giving Him a Massage

 

He’s been gone all week on a business trip.

To keep yourself occupied, after work and dinner, you’d read a little smutty story from the collection he bought you as a gift, and then you’d text him from bed.

Some nights he was tired and though he wanted to sext or send you a video of him playing with himself, you could tell that the business meetings he had been attending were exhausting him.

On Wednesday night you text “Just sleep. If you really are getting tired from the meetings, don’t even rub yourself off at night. Save it all for me when you get home.”

“Really? You don’t want me to send you a video of me stroking myself? Or to try to come up with a good sexting fantasy?”

You smile as you read the message, then type. “I feel you’re really tired after your meetings each day. I’d rather you save your strength, come home to me, and I’ll give you a treat.”

There is a pause on screen and then he types “What kind treat? Something we rarely do?”

You smile at that. You know what he’s asking. Anal. He’s asking if you’ll let him fuck your ass. “You finish your trip and come back home to me and I’ll do something for you that you won’t expect, but will enjoy.” You continue smiling because you know that is just vague enough that it will drive him crazy.

“Ok. I’ll still text you every night.” He replies.

“I’d expect nothing else.” You type back.

As you lie in bed, you imagine him in a hotel room. His cock is soft but ready for your use. Slowly you rub your pussy, imagining what you want to do with his prick as it hardens just for you. You lick your lips. His shaft is perfect for sucking and it fills you just right. You slide your fingers inside of you and imagine him thrusting into you. You really miss him tonight, so you rub your clit as you fill your hungry cunt with your fingers.

Your body tightens and pulses with pleasure. You then wipe yourself, using the towel near your bed. “I’ll do something special for him.” You say as you lay down and drift off to sleep.

As time gets closer to his return you think of what things he does for you that you really enjoy but don’t often do back. Oral doesn’t really figure into the picture. He happily eats you as often as you suck him. You could prep yourself for anal, but he’s expecting that. Even though you could still end with that, you want something different.

You look at the bedside drawer. Toys, a plug, condoms, and lotions.

Lotions.

You look at some of the flavored ones. You remember when he got them for you. He, more than once has given you a full body massage. Using different scented lotions and gels. Just the thought of his fingers on your body has you damp. “That’s it.” You say aloud. “Give him an erotic massage after he gets home.”

You pull out the different lotions and take time selecting the ones you want to use. As you close the drawer, your shiny butt plug glints at you. “Maybe,” you whisper to yourself as you close the drawer with it still inside.

 

You check your phone, to see when his flight lands. You could pick him up from the airport, but he reminded you that the company pays for a taxi to drive him home and he’s going to use as much of the company’s money as he can.

He should be home in an hour or two, so you prepare the bed, laying out towels. He showed you that it is so much easier to do a load of towels in the laundry with body oils rather than sheets which might get stained. It’s another thing about him you love, he takes care of things.

 

You watch from the window as an airport taxi pulls up. He gets out. His hair is all messed up, as he pays the cabbie and pulls the roller bag from the back. You see his shoulders droop as he lets out a sigh and walks up the drive. You quickly check yourself in the mirror one more time. You’re wearing a loose T-shirt overtop an exercise bra and yoga leggings. More than once he’s told you he loves your curves partially hidden by both loose and tight clothing. “Nothing too complicated.” You say to yourself with a grin, before  you go to the front door.

He is there. He gives you a smile, but his eyes have that tired weary look to them. Letting go of his bag, he hugs you tightly. The polo shirt he’s wearing is soft and rumpled from travel.

“I’ve missed you so much” he whispers into your ear as he kisses you.

Your arms squeeze him tightly too. “I know.” You whisper back.

Taking his bag in one hand, you lead him to the bedroom with the other.

He sees the towels on the bed. “What’s all this?”

You kiss him again. “My surprise for you.” Letting go of the roller bag, you take pull his shirt up over his head, before kissing his chest. The small curly hairs are soft against your lips. Then you reach down and undo his belt and pants.

“Get naked and lie down on the bed. I want you to tell me all about your trip as I help you relax.”

He quickly slides off his shoes and lets his pants hit the floor. He strips off his drawers and socks, sitting on the edge of the bed. “How do you want me to lay?”

You notice that he’s getting excited, not fully hard yet, but not a ‘sleeping turtle’ either. “Lay on your back. I’m going to start with your feet as you tell me about your trip.” You reply.

He gives you an exaggerated pout, “But my feet aren’t where I really want your attention.”

You give him a wicked smile and wink. “I know.” You then grab a bottle of lotion, “But you’ve been traveling and on them a lot. If I remember what you have done for me, tired feet being massaged is a good starting place.”

He nods, sighs, and lies back.

Squirting a little lotion along the bottom of his right foot, he shakes it “That’s cold”.

You grip his foot firmly and grin “Is it? I’m sorry, I’ll have to rub it and make it better.”

The bottoms of his feet are rough. Starting with one and then the other you press your fingers firmly along the balls of his foot, the arch, and the heel.

He tells you about the flight out there, the delays with the rental car, and the traffic to get to the hotel.

“Any sexy collogues at this conference?” You playfully ask.

With a non-committal tone he replies “No, not really.”

“You mean that Carol, wasn’t wearing short skirts and tight tops to this? Or Kristen wasn’t going braless to the meetings?”

You look up his body, noticing his cock twitching. You aren’t sure if it is from you slowly moving up his leg or you mentioning the two women from his office that you’ve seen.

He looks down “I really hadn’t noticed them this trip.”

“Oh, so there were others who caught your eye? Is that why you wanted so badly to sext every night?” You move up his thigh. As you add drops of lotion and rub his firm muscles, his cock hardens and lays on his firm stomach.

“Is that because of me or because of what you’re thinking of?” You playfully ask.

“You, of course, my love. Your hands feel so good.” He replies as he looks down.

You smile up at him. His hard penis is waiting for you. He’s had you like that before too. You blow a cooling breath along the shaft. Then drip some of the berry flavored gel on it.

“That is cold.” He says in a serious tone.

You wink and say, “Here’s some warmth for you.”  The berry flavor mixes well with his natural taste. You lick around the tip and then take him deep into your mouth.

He moans in pleasure. “So warm. So wet. So good.”

The firm shaft is what you missed all week. Slowly you suck and lick until all of the gel is gone. His hard cock glistens in the bedroom lights.

As you lick and suck him, your pussy feels so wet.

“I love your mouth.” He says with a gasp.

You stop massaging him, and strip off your top and leggings.

Straddling him you lean forward so your hard nipples rub against his chest. Your hair loosely falls across his face as you teasing rub your pussy lips along his shaft.

“I love your mouth too, but right now I so badly want your hard little prick.” You say in an almost commanding tone, as you reach and feed it into you.

He is still slick with saliva and gel, which slides so easily with your natural juices. Teasingly you go down and up, only a little at a time. You savor his thickness as you take him deeper with each motion.

He grips your hips. “That’s it. Ride me. I’ve missed that so much.”

Looking down at him you smile an almost greedy grin as you press all the way down on him so he fills you.

Then you rock back and forth. Your clit rubbing against his pubic mound.

He releases your hips and grasps your breasts. You feel his fingers firmly grip your nipples as you ride him harder.

He’s breathing harder. “That’s it. Ride me.” He gasps. You take his hands from your breasts and hold then down on the bed.

“You’re mine.” You say in a controlling tone as you rock back and forth harder. His hard cock feels so good inside of you. You’re almost ready to cum. He’s ready too. You feel him. His breathing is harder too.

You grip his wrists tightly, and your knees press against him as pleasure moves through you.

Then you lessen your grip and dismount. His softening, wet schlong still drips semen on his belly.

“You enjoyed that too.” You say with a wicked grin as you grab a towel, wipe yourself then throw it to him.

“That felt great.” He says with an exhausted grin.

“I’m glad. Now, I’ll clean up and you can do all of that laundry you brought home.” You comment as you quickly dress.

“Maybe after laundry, I should try to give you something special too?” He kisses you, as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

You wink and smile. “Depending on my mood later, maybe we’ll both try something special?” you say as you nod towards the nightstand with sex toys.

“Hopefully I can keep you in a good mood.” He says and kisses you deeply before taking his travel clothes to the laundry room.

Another Game Day

 

As you are at the grocery story picking up snacks and drinks for tomorrow game, you get a text. It’s from Zac’s wife Sonja. It is one word. “SLUT”. You aren’t sure what that’s about, but you’ll call her after you check out. A couple more aisles down, in the frozen food section you get another text. This one is from Mike’s girlfriend, Becki, and once again it is one word, “Whore”.  You aren’t sure what is going on, but you plan on calling them both as soon as you are done.

As you check out, you get a third text. This time from John’s girlfriend, Karen. This one is a little longer. “You are such a bitch. I thought you were my friend.”

You put the groceries in your car and quickly do a group text. “Can we meet for drinks or coffee? I’ll put away groceries first and then can we all talk?”

You watch the dots on your phone as each one responds. The responses are a mixture of “Maybe” to “What, you slept with their men too?”

You bite your lower lip as you try to think of the best way to do this. Finally you type “Come over to my place. I will explain everything.” You then add “PLEASE”.

As you drive home, you see three quick responses of “OK”, “Yes” and “K”.

 

Once the groceries are put away, you make a pot of coffee. It’s middle of the day on a Saturday but having the women sit in your kitchen and offer coffee as you talk sounds like a safe idea. The bottle of Irish Cream stands on the cupboard next to the bottle of Irish Whiskey. “Maybe some Irish Coffee will be needed?” you mutter to yourself as you put out a plate of autumn shaped sugar cookies and pumpkin spice cookies.

 

Two cars pull up. Becki and Karen each get out. At that point Sonja walks up from the next street over. All three are wearing comfortable Saturday clothes. Sonja doesn’t even slow down when she walks inside. “What kind of slut are you? You fucked all of our men?” Both Becki and Karen stand there with their arms crossed, looking angrily at you.

You sigh and motion for the women to sit down at the kitchen table. “Do you want some coffee while I tell you what happened?”

Sonja sits and angrily taps her long fingernails on the table. “You think you can buy us off with coffee and cookies?”

You place empty cups at the table. “No. But this might take longer than I expect and I thought coffee and cookies might help.” You then nod to the Irish cream and Irish Whiskey on the counter. “You can season your coffee if you need.”

 

Becki fills a cup and Karen takes a bite of pumpkin spice cookie as they both sit down too. 

You look at each woman’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You say honestly.

“What?” Sonja says “You just fell on Zac’s cock, while you sucked Mike and jerked off John?”

You feel your face get warm. “It’s more complicated than that, but that was one of the positions we did.”

“Bitch” Karen says with wetness forming in her eyes. “You are such a cunt.” Becki says.

You sigh, sip your coffee and then ask. “Are you done calling me names? Can I explain?”

Sonja keeps tapping her long nails on the table. “Go on. I’m listening.”

You take the next few minutes explaining about your ‘Game Day Gang Bang’ fantasy. That you were feeling horny. The guys were receptive. Everyone wore condoms, including your husband. And a good time was had by all.

“You got Zac to wear a rubber?” Sonja asks as she sips her coffee that she finally poured.

You nod. “Those were the rules. Everyone had to ‘dress for the party’ or they had to go home.”

Karen quietly asks “But why my John?”

Becki takes the bottle of Irish Cream and adds some to both her and Karen’s cups.

You sigh and slowly shake your head, “He didn’t have to stay. I didn’t force any of them.”

Becki snorts, “You dressed like a whore, asking to be fucked and we’re supposed to just accept what our men did?”

You pause for a moment and ask “Have any of you fantasized about being with each other’s man?”

Karen blushes as she nibbles on a cookie.

Sonja looks over at her, “Should I ask which one? Or figure that you just want Zac’s cock.”

“It is a nice cock.” You smile and say.

Sonja scowls at you. “That may be, but that’s my man’s cock.”

You take another sip of coffee and then ask the three of them, “What if we did it again and this time you are here to swap and switch?”

Becki looks at you and the other two women, “So you want to set up something like that again? Except this time we’re here too?”

Karen looks shocked at the idea, but you calmly nod. “If we are all here, and we all use condoms again, then each of you can have a fun time, safely.”

Sonja narrows her eyes. “You just want to fuck Zac again.”

You shake your head, “Not really. Mike is just as big as Zac, and I prefer my Henry. He’s really good with his mouth and I love his cock.” You then wink and smile.

Karen looks at both Becki and Sonja and blushes again.

Sonja leans back in her chair. “You’re not going to do any of that freaky lezzy shit, are you?”

You lean in and smile. “As tasty your pussy probably is, or as lovely those pink nipples of Karen’s probably are, I prefer men. Thick, short dicks, or long skinny cocks…”

“Or a veiny monster like Mike’s?” Becki finishes. You smile and nod.

Nervously Karen asks “So how would we do this?”

 

Over the next hour, you and the ladies plan for tomorrow’s Game Day. You’ll supply the food, and each of the other women will help with entertainment.

Becki comments that if they go to the local Halloween store, they can all get ‘slutty cheerleader outfits. Karen blushes at that. You lean closer to her and say “I think you’d make a great ‘slutty cheerleader’.”

Sonja nods “You’ve got good curves in all the right places.”

So you all hop into Becki’s car and pick up matching cheerleader outfits, and also a quick trip to the pharmacy for more condoms and lube. Everyone agrees to leave everything at your place. Tomorrow you’ll all change into them during half-time.

 

The next day as the guys are on the couch watching the game, each of you women rotate who brings out snacks and drinks. At a certain point, your husband, Henry asks “Is there something going on with you ladies today?”

You lean in and whisper “It’s a surprise for all of you. And you have to wait for Half-time.”

He reaches up and grabs your ass through your yoga pants. You playfully swat his hand away. “You just have to wait.” Then you kiss him and wink.

Sonja makes sure the men are focused on the game while the rest of you change. It is agreed no bra or panties. Only the cheerleader top and skirt.

Karen nervously nods “I’ve never tried anything like this before.”

You take her hands gently in yours. “If you don’t want to do this. Tell me now. We can stop. We can cancel it. We can do it on a day when you are more comfortable.”

She looks at Becki, whose nipples are visibly poking through the tight top, and then she looks at the boxes of condoms on the counter. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I want to do this. Yes. I’m okay.”

Sonja then changes while you and the others make up plates of snacks before Half-time.

Once Sonja returns, you smile at each of the women. The tight cheerleader tops barely hide their excitement and the short skirts barely cover their round asses.

 

You look to the living room, and see the men cheering and giving each other high-fives. Apparently the game is going good.  You nod to the ladies and then each one carries out a plate of snacks.

“What’s with the outfits?” John asks.

“Damn” Zac says looking at all four of you.

Mike smiles and shifts the crotch of his pants. “You all look great like that.”

Becki leans over Mike, her full breasts moving in her top. “You think so. Would you like a snack?”

Apparently John realizes that Becki isn’t wearing anything under her skirt because he chokes on his drink. Karen goes over and pats him on the back. “Are you okay Baby? Don’t you like what you see?”

He then realizes that Karen isn’t wearing anything underneath either and smiles broadly.

Henry asks, “Are we playing by the same rules as last time? Condoms, switching when people are ready, and whatever positions are agreed to?”

You smile and then look at the other ladies. “Do you all agree to those rules?”

Each nods, and Sonja looks in Zac’s eyes “Yeah, we agree. Don’t we?”

“Hell yeah!” He says and kisses his wife with a passion no one really expected.

Henry turns off the TV as the men help arrange the room. You go and get the box of condoms, then hand a wrapped rubber to each woman.  You notice that the men already put the pillows on the floor like last time. Becki looks to be the most comfortable putting a rubber sheath on Mike, while Karen looks nervous. Sonja asks in a low voice, “you’re really going to keep this on?”

“Hell yes. If I can fuck you, and each of them, I’ll wear a full scuba suit.”

You are then on your knees along with the other women. The latex flavor is a little unpleasant, just like last time, but you really want the other women to have as much fun as you did last time. You suck Henry until he is good and hard.

Then you get on the couch facing away and lift the skirt up over your ass.

You hear Zac playfully smack Sonja’s ass. “Get up there next to her. I want to fuck that sexy cheerleader ass of yours.”

She gets on the couch, right next to you. As Henry thrusts, your breasts rub against the material of your top and the back of the couch. Sonji raises her top and her dark nipple rub directly on the back of the couch as Zac thrusts into her hard and deep.

Soon Becki and Karen both get on the couch too. All four of you are bent over as your lovers fuck you from behind. Henry leans forward and whispers “Are you ready for us to switch?”  You look at the women who are all in various states of pleasure. “Women, shall we switch?”

“Fuck Yeah.” Becki moans. Sonja and Karen both nod too. “Switch” you say. You feel Henry pull out, and then a thicker cock rubs against your wet open snatch. “Hello Mike”. You say with a smile. “Hi Sexy” he says as he rubs his condom clad cock along your wet open pussy lips before he thrusts deeply into you. You reach down and rub your clit. You want your first orgasm of the day with Mike’s thick veiny shaft inside of you.

Moans escape your mouth as you enjoy his thickness. Karen moans loudly too. “Yes, Zac fuck me. Fill my slutty cunt.”

Sonja moans in pleasure too as Henry rubs her clit and slowly but deeply goes in and out. In a breathless tone Sonja says “That’s it Zac. Fuck Karen like her fantasies.”

Soon even Becki is moaning in pleasure.

Over the next hour, all four of you women switch partners, change positions, and try multiple cocks at once. Soon everyone is sweaty, and tired. Used condoms fill the waste can at the edge of the couch.

Karen nervously holds up her cheerleader costume to cover her breasts and pussy. “Can we quickly grab a shower before we go home?”

You smile and nod. “That’s a great idea. We have showers both upstairs and down here. I’ll get some towels.”

Henry helps you, kissing you as you walk naked through the house. “This was fun. Maybe next time we do this at someone else’s house.”

You kiss him deeply. “That sounds like a great idea.”

Maid Service

 

You got the call and are driving over to the address to provide Maid Service. It is a house in the suburbs. Your maid’s outfit is tight across your breasts, accenting your cleavage. Your loose skirt is up around your waist, and you are enjoying your bare ass on the car seat cover, warmed by the morning sun.

You pull up at the address, it is a simple, single-family home. There is a car in the driveway, and you pull in behind it. As you get out of the car, you know that anyone looking out will see maid in a traditional black and white outfit, but anyone looking closer, will see your bare ass and legs and that your outfit is made of latex and PVC. You open the back seat and pull out your bucket, and caddy, both of which carry all of your supplies.

You walk up to the door, set down the bucket and knock. When I open the door, I am wearing polo shirt and slacks. “You are the one from the cleaning company? Come on in.”

You see a home that is obviously well lived in. ‘What is it that you need, sir?’ you ask, slipping off your shoes as you enter the house. Your feet feel the texture of the carpet.

I let out an exasperated sigh, “I have an online business meeting today, and I need this place cleaned up. My parents will return from their cruise tomorrow. This is their house and I have been living here for the past month. Let me show you the closet with the vacuum, brooms, and mop. While you are working, I will be in the office. Please clean it last.”

‘Of Course Sir’ and you see me looking at your cleavage. I glance at my watch and leave. You notice that the house is mostly clean, but the kitchen needs mopped, the living room needs dusted and vacuumed, and there are some items that seem to need straightened.

You start with the dusting. You bend and reach, feeling the texture of outfit on your skin. Your nipples get hard.

I leave the office to refill my water, I notice you leaning and bending. Your bare ass barely covered by your uniform. You hear me clear my throat, “You are doing a nice job, but can I ask you a question?” You stop and turn, your hard nipples are obvious in your tight top. ‘Yes, Sir?’ “Why are you naked under that?” ‘It is easier to clean myself after, sir. The same reason I am barefoot, so I don’t track dirt into your lovely home.’

I lick my lips as I think about what you look like naked. I swallow hard. “I'll let you continue. I just need some water.” I go the kitchen and refill my water bottle.

You finish dusting and vacuuming. You move to the kitchen, wipe down the counters, and mop the floor. You feel the difference between the carpet and the floor on your feet. You always enjoy how things feel on your skin.

All you have left it the Office. You see the door closed, so you knock. I yell for you to come in. You see me sitting at a desk with a laptop. I am wearing a headphone, there is a camera, but I have it turned off. The mic is muted and I tell you “The meeting is still on, so you can dust, but please don’t vacuum until it is over.” You agree. You notice that the office is a library, with lots of shelves and items on them.

You get your dusting cloths and your duster, then start on the shelves behind me. You hear me talking about acquisitions and budgets. Dusting from the top shelves down to the lower shelves. You then move to the next set.

As you stretch up, you feel my eyes on you. If makes you feel a bit sexy. So you dust in a slow, and exaggerated manner. You hear me still talking but as you move your hips back and forth, you hear me swallow loudly.

As you dust the lower shelves you keep your legs straight, showing me your ass and bare pussy. “Oh God that is lovely. I mean, yes sir we can do that, with no problem.”

Knowing that you are turning me on, makes your pussy wet. You take a large vase off the lower shelf, turn, face towards me, squat down and spread your legs. The loose skirt barely hides your pussy from me as you slowly wipe the dust of the vase in a slow stroking motion. You move your hips up and down a bit as you do it.

I reach down and adjust the crotch of my pants. I am obviously hard. I mute the mic. “Can you do a Special Cleaning, after the meeting ends?” You smile seductively and nod.

You put raise the skirt up, and flash me your smooth waxed pussy. I lick my lips as I try to focus on the meeting. You keep dusting and moving around the room. You are so turned on by the thought of me having to watch you as you finish dusting. You purposely raise your skirt over your ass so I have to watch your sexy bottom move back and forth as you dust. I unzip my fly and pull out my cock, and slowly stroke it under the desk.

I unmute the mic. “Yes sir, I think that if we focus on giving our clients what they need, they will be satisfied.” You turn and look at me. You smile devilishly, and pull your breasts free from your top. “Yes, I agree with the Chief of staff, that we need to focus on the clients’ requirements, and ensure they properly file all change orders.”

You lick your fingers and slowly rub your nipples.

“Yes, Sir, Change orders are time consuming, but it gives a trail that can be audited and followed. We want our clients to understand that when things are ‘hard’ for them we will pay special attention to their needs. We will do what we have to satisfy their last-minute requirements.” I am looking directly in your eyes as I say this. I slide to the edge of my seat and undo my pants. I slide them down and slowly stroke my cock.

I wink and nod at you. You crawl over on your hands and knees and get under the desk. My hard cock is ready for you to “clean and dust”. You slowly lick the tip. You feel the spongy texture on your tongue as you lick around it. Then slowly take it in your mouth.

“Yes sir. I think that Logistics is right, with proper marketing we could penetrate into areas that we previously hadn’t been. I am not saying that we forget what we are good at, but we can expand into areas we might not have considered.”

You lube my cock with your saliva and then you place my cock between your full round breasts. You have to be careful so you don’t bang your head on the underside of the desk. You slowly move your chest up and down, feeling the texture of my cock between your full firm tits. You pull your nipples as do this. This feels good but different.

I groan in pleasure as you do this. “I am sorry sir, I had to clear my throat.” you hear me say. And then mute my mic. “That feels so good. As soon as this is over I want to lick your pussy. Do you do anal? I so badly want to fuck your sexy ass.” You smile up at me. Wink and go to your caddy. In a special case you have your butt plug. You take your time and show me as you rub lube all over it.

I unmute the mic, “Yes, Sir. If we call Marketing, they might have a strategy already in place to probe and enter new markets. They might even have the contacts to lubricate the channels for easier entry.” At that you bend over and slide your plug in and out. Teasing your tight asshole. Showing me as the tip goes in… and then out. As you do this, you see me stroking my hard shaft again.

“Yes, I agree with Marketing. They already have to tools and the contacts. This will go in easier than you think.” And at that you pop your plug in place.

You crawl back over to suck me some more, and as you do it feels so good having your ass filled and you slowly crawl under the desk. You take my cock back in your mouth and suck it firmly. 

“Oh God.” you hear me say. “No sir. I was just thinking that maybe we need to table some of these discussions for next week, or do them as private one on ones later on.” You suck deeper and you taste my pre-cum. “Yes sir, I think we should stop for the day. We can resume later. Thank you everyone for you input during the meeting.”

I remove my headset and close my laptop.

I roll my chair back and pull you out from under the desk. I have you sit on the desk. Your bare ass feels where the laptop warmed the surface. Your buttplug adds pressure as I spread your legs, putting them on my shoulders. You feel my mouth on your smooth pussy. I grab your curvy hips and I hungrily lick up and down.

You feel my nose rub your mound as my tongue licks up and down. Your cunt is so wet. You grab my hair with one hand and pull a hard nipple with the other. You feel my tongue licking between your pussy lips, then thrust into you. My tongue feels firm and slick in your hungry slit.

I move one hand and you feel my finger push back your hood and rub your sensitive clit. That feels so good. You shift your hips. Your feel the plug in your ass, my tongue in your pussy, and me rubbing your clit. You pull my hair and your nipple in pleasure.

“Cum on my mouth” you hear me say. I rub your clit harder. It feels so good. You hump my face in pleasure. Your pussy pulses as you are closer to cuming. 

You pull my face tightly against you as you feel pleasure wash over you. “Oh you are such a good girl.” I say as your pussy lips pulse around my tongue.

I move back, pull you to your feet, and bend you over the desk. “I’m going to cum in your ass.” You shiver in pleasure as I press you down on the desk.

You feel me grab your butt plug. I slowly pull, then push. I pull a bit more, then push back in. It feels good as I work your plug in your ass. You moan in pleasure. “Yes. You want a hard cock in your big ass.” ‘Yes Sir, I do.’ You say with a moan.

I pull it all the way out, and place it on the desk. I open a drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube. I coat my cock in it. You feel me drip more lube on your open asshole. It feels cool as it drips on you. I rub it around and in. First one finger goes in and out. It feels good. You pull your nipples again.

You feel me work a second finger in and out, as I work the lube in and out. ‘Yes Sir, fill my ass, stretch me open.’ You say as you feel a third lubed finger going in and out. You reach down and rub your clit. I pull your hair. You feel my breath by your ear. “Yes, rub your clit so you cum. I’m going to cum in your slutty ass.”

You feel the tip of my thick cock slide into your lubed asshole. I work it in slowly. First the tip… then you feel the thick part of my shaft stretch your hole. And I work my cock in and out. Deeper with every thrust.

I thrust deeper and harder. I’m moving faster. Breathing harder. You rub your clit harder and I pull your hair again. “Yes, cum for me. I’m going to fill your slutty ass with my cum.” You feel me thrust and hold it. You rub hard as you feel my cock throb inside your ass as my cum shoots inside of you. You rub your clit and cum. Your asshole tightens and pulses around my cock as you cum too.

I whisper in your ear “You are such a good girl. You do such a good job, I will tip you extra.” I kiss your cheek as you feel my softening cock slide from your ass. You feel warm cum drip from your ass onto your open pussy.

I pull up my pants, pull out my wallet, and place a stack of bills on the desk. “I need to refill my water. Finish up in here, and you may go.” I leave the room, you tuck your breasts back into your PVC top and wipe my cum from you. You clean up the desk and wipe up wet drops from the floor. You pack up, grab the stack of cash, it’s a number of twenties. The last then you do is vacuum, and you leave. You call the office and tell them that the client is fully satisfied, and go to your next assignment.

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Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 2

 

The next morning, you get up, make coffee, clean up, and get dressed for work. You let your wife lie in bed for a bit. She took time off this week so she can take care of the kids. After packing lunch and taking a sip of coffee, you check on her. Softly, you kiss her lips. She lets out a sleepy moan. “Good morning, my sleepy head. Coffee’s ready in the kitchen, and I’m leaving for work.”

She opens her eyes, glances at the clock face on the nightstand, rolls onto her side, and pulls up the blanket. “I can sleep for a couple more hours,” she mumbles.

“I’ll see you later.” You whisper into her ear and then gently kiss it.

“Uh-huh.” She says in a sleepy tone. “Go to work, be safe. See you when you get home.”

You get up, grab what you need, and then head off to work.

The office has that weird, ‘empty but hectic’ feel. There isn’t really a lot going on, but with so many people taking time off, if there is something to do, there really aren’t a lot of people to get it done, so you feel like there are so many orders to check, so many emails to respond to, and so many things that, during a normal week, others would do.

A couple of times, you get up from your desk, refill your coffee cup, and just walk around to see who’s really in. One of the ladies up front; one of the senior partners; and a couple of team leaders. But aside from that, most everyone else is gone. You make small chit-chat with the few people you see. The lady at the front desk asks if you’ve got anything special planned for the weekend. You blush at the thought of your wife and you, role-playing tonight. She asks what’s on your mind, and you tell her in rough, vague details that you have the house to yourselves, so you and the wife will have fun. She gives you a knowing nod and then answers the phone. Raising your coffee mug, you motion to her that you’re going back to your desk. She nods as she answers the caller’s questions.

By the end of the workday, you just want to go home. With about 10 minutes left to go, you start closing up and locking things up for the day. You see your boss closing his office. “You’re still here?” he asks. “Didn’t I put out an email telling everyone in the office to leave an hour early?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t see it.”

“Tomorrow, check your ‘spam filter’. If it’s in there, leave early tomorrow.”

“Will do.” Your reply.

Traffic on the drive home isn’t too bad. You pass signs on the local churches advertising “Holy Week Services”.

You and your wife could go to the “Holy Thursday” evening service. If the kids were home, you know that you’d go. But your dad will take them to their church. You smile at the thought of your father telling your kids the importance of foot washing, the specialness of the Last Supper, and the preparations to go to the garden. You slowly shake your head, because you’ve never been as religious as your parents. You attend church, but that’s mostly for the kids.

No, tonight, instead, you want to spend time with your wife.

Walking through the door, you smell pasta and sauce. You put your lunch bag in the kitchen and see your sexy wife wearing an apron to cover her ‘housewife’ shirt and slacks. “That smells good. Should I…”

She turns and tells you, “Go wash up, but don’t change. Don’t go into the bedroom. You have to wait until after dinner.”

Nodding, you do as you’re told, washing up and then sitting at the table. Soon, your wife brings a hot plate of noodles with homemade sauce. “Mmmm, I love it.” You say as you take a forkful.

She smiles as she sits down next to you. “I’m glad. It helped put me into the ‘helpful housewife’ spirit. I even watched some TV while cooking, so as to see if I saw more of those commercials.”

“Did you see what you wanted?” you ask.

She reaches under the table and rests her hand on your crotch. “Oh yes. I even found commercials I have fantasies about, too.” She gives your thigh a loving squeeze, which awakens your ‘trouser snake’.

“Are you trying to get me hard before I finish dinner?” you ask.

She winks and smiles. “Maybe,” she leans closer and whispers, “or maybe I just want to be wet for you because you don’t know what I have on under my outfit.”

Your mind flashes through a variety of options: plain cotton underwear, lacy black or red lingerie, or maybe nothing at all. “Should I guess or…”

She kisses some sauce off your lips. “You have to wait. By the way, you have to clean the kitchen before you get to play.”

Nodding, you kiss her and then finish eating.

After the kitchen is clean, you walk to the bedroom. The door is closed, but when you open it, you see stacks of your folded shirts and pants on the bed, on a couple of chairs, and on top of the hamper lid. Giving the room the basic feel of a clothing department in a “big box” store. Her back is to you as she looks at her closet, as if deciding what items to try on next.

“Wow, you really set things up. Is there anything I need to know?” you ask without getting into character yet.

She walks over, kisses you, and points to the lube and dildos on the nightstand. “I prepared myself, to be filled every way. Just make sure I’m ready, first.” She whispers, “And my safe word is ‘marmalade’.”

You nod and softly repeat “‘Marmalade’. Hopefully you won’t need to use it.”

She then walks back over to the closet and gets back into role.

You smile and try to remember the dialogue of the ‘hapless dad’ from the commercial. Picking up a couple of polo shirts; a grey one and a red one, you hold them against your chest and move like you are comparing them as you look in an imaginary mirror. Frowning, you turn to her. “My wife sent me to get a new shirt. Can you help me?”

As she turns, you notice she is wearing a striped sweater similar to the ‘mom’ character in the commercials. “Of course. Let’s see.” Walking over, she takes both of them from you, holds up one, and then the other. She looks like she is thinking as her eyes narrow, and she bites her lower lip in concentration. “I think the red one looks better.” She holds it against your chest and softly caresses the material. Even through your work shirt, you feel the pressure of her fingers on your skin.

“Should I try it on, so you can, see?” You ask, with the same tone of the male character in the commercial.

She nods and smiles. Pulling off your work shirt, you pull on the polo. You smooth out the front as you feel her fingers smoothing out the back. You move like you are still looking in that imaginary mirror.

“See how good it looks on you. Your wife will love it.”

Turning to her, you smile, just like in the commercials. “Thanks, what would I do without you?” Then you pause, “How can I make it up to you? You’ve been so helpful, you deserve a reward.” You give her a seductive wink and a nod.

She then motions towards the nightstand where she laid out her ‘toys’ of various sizes. “But what about these people that I helped too?” She is still in character.

“If they want to reward you too, how can I say no?” you reply, continuing to role play.

You quickly clear off the bed and have her stand next to it. Slowly, you unbutton her sweater. “Your husband is a lucky man.” You playfully tell her.

As the sweater falls to the floor, she replies, “Yes, he is.”

You kiss her, tasting a little of tonight’s dinner. Reaching into the waistband of her slacks, you pull up her plain white shirt. You are happily surprised that there isn’t a bra underneath. Her nipples look so beautiful and tasty. Those nipples, which a few years ago were suckled by your children, look like they are begging for your mouth. You lean forward and slowly lick around the areola of the left one. “Is that the kind of thing your husband does to you?” You ask.

“Not as often as I need.” She answers, her voice taking on a sensual, husky tone.

“Let me help you then.” You say as you lick and suck it, feeling it get firm in your mouth.

“Mmmm.” She moans softly. As you focus on her breasts, she reaches for a dildo. “Oh, you helped me, too. Is that cock for me?”

Before you can answer, she answers herself in a fake man’s voice. “Yes, little lady, it’s all for you. You’ve been so helpful.” Then she licks and sucks the tip of her toy.

“Do you want to lie down, so we can all pleasure you better?” You ask, trying to make your voice sound suave and different, as you undo her slacks and pull them down. “Oh, does your husband know you wear underwear like that?” you ask in the same fake accent. She’s wearing red crotch-less panties you bought for her a few years ago.

“Oh, no. He doesn’t know I like to wear sexy things like that. Especially when I have a chance to hook up with friendly strangers.”

You get on your knees and kiss the lacy fabric just above her exposed pussy. “So that’s why you’re always so helpful. You’re hoping to hook up with ‘helpless husbands’ and good-looking strangers?”

You hear a sucking noise above you as she takes her toy deep in her mouth. Pulling it out, she responds. “Yes. That’s why I’m always so helpful. Looking for men and maybe a few women who will repay my kindness.”

You imagine seeing your wife with a strange dick in her mouth, a strange woman sucking the nipples you were just sucking, and a third man licking her ass. Your dick hardens at the strange fantasy. She must be imagining something similar because you smell her arousal. Plunging your tongue into her pussy, she moans around the toy in her mouth. She spreads her thighs a bit more to let you thrust your tongue deeper. You feel her hand on your head as she presses herself harder against your mouth.

Gasping, she asks, “Can I get on the bed now, to give you all better access to me?”

You slip your tongue out and look up at her. There’s a string of saliva from her mouth to the dildo she’s holding. She looks so sexy and slutty.

“Yes. Get on the bed. Let’s use you like you want to be used.”

She smiles down at you, wickedly as she steps out of the pants, puddled around her ankles. You stand up. Kiss her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth, and then you reach for two more toys on the nightstand. She laid out a small bottle of lube, a clit sucker, and a textured glass dildo, along with the rubber one she is using. Your wife climbs on the bed and rolls onto her back, rubbing the dildo between her breasts.

You get between her legs, drip some lube on the tip of the clit sucker. She’s rubbing the cock between her breasts, “Yeah, titty-fuck me just like that.”

Slowly, you lick along the inside of her thighs as you lick one and use the tip of the sucker on the other. The mixed sensations on her skin has her look down at you. “Mmmmm. More than one of you on my thighs. Are you going to both lick my pussy?”

“Of course. That’s what you want. All of us thank you.” You reply with a mischievous tone.

She spreads her legs wider as you move the sucker to her clit and put your tongue in her wet, waiting pussy. “Yes, have her suck my clit as I suck this cock.” She says sucking on the dildo again.

You stop licking her pussy and rub her pussy lips with the tip of the glass dildo. “Would you like a real cock in your mouth?”

She pulls the toy from her mouth, “Yes. Let me move first.”

You stand up as she gets on her knees. Watching as she takes the rubber dildo between her legs and lowers herself on it. “Lube up my glass cock.” She says in an almost commanding voice.

You do, then hand it to her. She bends forward and rubs it between her ass cheeks.

“Do you need help with that?” you ask with a smile. She tries to put it into her tight anus. You kiss her softly. “Let me help. I’ll be gentile.” She nods and hands it to you. Dripping more lube along the crack of her ass, you slowly spread it around using the dildo, moving up and down. “Relax and imagine a strange man slowly entering you.” You hear her inhale and squat, the rubber dildo still in her pussy. Placing the glass tip against her puckered hole you gently but firmly push. 

It slides in as she pushes back a bit. “I love it. One in my cunt, one in my ass.” She turns to you, and motions for you to get in front of her. “And now one in my mouth.” She squats down so she can ride both toys at once and leans her head forward.

You’ve rarely seen her so you turned on and depraved. There is a hunger in her eyes as she grabs your hard shaft. Her tongue is so smooth and wet as she licks the tip, then she sucks you firmly, while pressing herself down on the bed, pushing the toys deeper into her. Soon she is rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth with your hard cock. She’s moaning in pleasure as she grinds herself against the bed. In your imagination it’s the actress from the commercials whose sucking you as she takes cocks in her ass and pussy. Placing your hand on her head, you thrust in time with the rhythm she’s created. You’re breathing harder and won’t last long. “Do you want me in your mouth or somewhere else?”

She pulls you from her mouth. “Fuck my ass.”

Moving around and behind, she raises up her ass. The glass dildo slides out. Even though your cock is slick with saliva and pre-cum, you put more lube on it.

Her asshole is waiting for you as you press your tip against it. With just a little pressure it slides in. She feels so warm and tight. So different than her mouth or pussy. She rocks back against you. Moving back and forth she takes your cock as deep as she can. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” She says with an almost animalistic growl. You feel the vibrations of her using her sucker toy on her clit and the pressure of the fake cock in her cunt. You are so close to cumming. She presses back against you, and you feel her body quiver with pleasure. Her asshole tightens around you as she cums. It feels so good as you hold her hips tightly and fill her ass with your spunk.

“Yes….” She moans.

Then she pulls the dildo from her pussy and you slowly slide your softening dick from her. You both are sweating. She gets up and hugs you. You hold her tightly in your arms. “You must have really enjoyed that.” You say to her, breathing hard.

She nods and kisses you. “More than you know. Join me in a shower?” She asks as she gets off the bed, strips off her crotchless panties which are now stretched out a bit.

“Of course.” You answer as you put dirty clothes in the hamper.

You both walk naked into the bathroom. She grabs a towel and washcloth, leans into you and whispers “Tomorrow night we can do my fantasy, ‘Mr. Insurance guy’.”

(I hope you enjoyed this 2-part Couple’s Tale. If you want a follow up story of the husband as “Mr. Insurance Guy” helping the distressed housewife, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next Friday with a new story.)

Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 1

 

You sit on the couch, trying to relax, watching TV. The kids are excited for Spring Break from school, planning to spend time with their grandparents, and your wife is reading a trashy novel, sitting in a chair near you.

Between episodes of police procedurals and emergency rescue dramas, you keep seeing the same commercials over and over. You don’t know if it’s that you’re tired, bored, or just horny. In a couple of commercials, you notice that the actresses are a more plain-looking version of your wife. Your mind wanders, imagining the ‘hapless guy’ that the “mom” helps find the right furniture, clothing, or whatever, offers to take her in back and repay her kindness with vigorous sex in the showroom, the dressing room, or in the storeroom. A wicked smile crosses your lips when, in one ad, after she helps one guy, there are three others who also need help. “Of course. She wants all four at once.” You quietly chuckle to yourself.

Your wife looks over the top of her book, “What’s so funny?” She asks, glancing towards the TV.

“I’ll tell you in a bit.” You say, as you get off the couch, walk over and give her a kiss. “You are so much sexier than the actresses on the commercials.”

She arches her eyebrow, “Thanks, but what brought that on?”

“Let me put the kids to bed first.” You respond.

Going into the other room, you get your son off the game system, and have your daughter put away her coloring book and crayons. “It’s bedtime, kids.”

“Awwww, but we don’t have school.” Your son says.

“Yeah, Daddy, we’re on Spring Break.” Your daughter chimes in.

Nodding, you remind them that tomorrow you’re going to take them both to your parents’ place. They’ll spend a day with them and then spend a day with the other grandparents.

“If you aren’t good, I’ll tell them you aren’t allowed to go to the candy store.”

“Candy World!” your daughter screams.

“It’s just candy.” Your son tries to say in a cool tone, but you notice that he saves his game and powers the player off.

As the kids brush their teeth and get ready for bed, you do a quick check in the kitchen to make sure you turned on the dishwasher. There is nothing more frustrating than filling and loading the dishwasher and forgetting to turn it on. It is gently humming as it still washes the dinner dishes.

Going back to check on the kids, your son is climbing into his bed. He has the library book he’s supposed to be reading during the break. “Read only a chapter or two and get some sleep. You can read more on your way to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

“Ok, Dad.” He says as he focuses on the book.

Your daughter is wearing her pretty night gown and has a book that she wants to read to you. Recently, she has worked hard to show that ‘she’s a big girl and can read too’. You walk in and sit on the floor, leaning against the bed. “So Baby, what’s tonight’s book?”

She holds it up for you to see. “The one with the bunny that ran away. Are you ready, Daddy?”

You nod and sit as she starts, “Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away…”

As she reads, she yawns from time to time, but soon she gets to “‘Have a carrot,’ said the mother bunny. The End.”

“You did a good job reading that one, Princess.” You kiss her forehead. “Now get some sleep. Remember tomorrow, your mother is taking you to see Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll be good for them.” She says as she hugs you.

You softly close the door behind you, then make sure your son turns off his light.

Softly walking back down to the living room, you see your wife still reading but occasionally watching TV too.

“Is everything all right?” she asks quietly.

You nod. “Yep, the kids are in bed and ‘Runaway Bunny’ is back home.”

She gives you a quizzical look. “That’s what our daughter read to me tonight.”

She nods and then looks at the TV as one of the commercials comes on, where a ‘housewife’ in ordinary clothing is helping a ‘lost guy’ find what he needs.

“So, what’s this about me being sexier than her?” she asks.

You sit on the couch and pat the cushion for her to join you. She moves and snuggles up next to you.

Putting your arm around her, you explain your fantasy. That she, your sexy wife, was the helpful woman in the commercial. Wearing just a plain sweater, top, and slacks. Helping you find an outfit for a ‘special occasion’ or the ‘right recliner’. And how afterward, you would reward her with sex. You lean in closer and whisper, “And maybe you’ve helped other men, too, who want to reward you? A good chance to use multiple toys.”

She grins. “Mmmmm, that multiple partners fantasy that I’d never have the guts to do in real life?”

You nod. “And with the kids at the grandparents for the next couple of days, we can have a few nights to ourselves.”

The cop show you both like is on, and you watch it together, holding her. During another commercial break, you see the one where a ‘housewife’ helps a guy find an outfit for golfing, then at the end, three men ask, ‘Can you help me too?’ Both of you chuckle at that one. “Oh, is that where you got the idea of her being thanked by more than one guy at a time?”

You sheepishly smile. “Maybe.”

She kisses and hugs you. “I see the attraction to this ‘role play’ fantasy. Maybe after I drop off the kids, I’ll have things set up?” Her tone is relaxed and playful.

“Really?” you reply. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom now?”

“Shhhh, the show’s back on. I want to see if they catch the bad guy.”

You smile, nod, and kiss the top of her head. “Ok.”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2)