My office door opens with a click.

“Hi, you almost ready to go?” My Wife said before noticing my head back against my chair.

“Still working I see.” She said with a wry smile.

“Just gimme one sec, almost there.” I say looking up at her.

She’s looking quite fuckable today. Short pencil skirt hugging her hips, the tops of her stockings on show. Her corset/bodice thing that she has multiples of, pushing up and barely containing her generous tits. And an expensive suit jacket which has no hopes of ever reaching around her chest to button up. She’s a master at treading the thin line between met gala and street whore.

Really quite fuckable.

“Take your time dear.” She says taking a seat and pointing at the alcove where my legs are under the desk. “How is she?”

“Not as good as you, but then I’ve never met anyone who could swallow a cock like you.” I said placing my hand on top of the head beneath my desk.

“Just practice dear. After all we’ve been married almost a decade, you’ve given my throat a lot of work in that time.”

“Sorry, this is taking so long, dear. It’s the third set of holes I’ve been in today, the soldiers take a second to rally” I say noticing how she’s now looking at the heels sticking out the front end of the desk.

“Oh. Well, I know you had my cunt when you woke up and whoever that is now, but who’s the third?” My Wife asks, she does like for me to distribute, though usually in the form of a threesome.

“I’ll tell you after, I’m about too… Uhggg..” I flooded my desk helper’s throat. “Swallow it… Yes… Thats it.” I said patting the girl’s head.

I wheel my chair back and a young woman who looks no more than twenty crawls out from under my desk. She stands up, fixes her clothes and walks towards the door, picking up a tissue along the way.

“Thank you, sir.” The girl says, turning at the door and dabbing the corner of her lips with the tissue before leaving the room.

“Time to go I guess.” I said standing up and walking to the door while making myself presentable. “You ready?”

“That girl, I know her from somewhere, right?” My Wife asks, taking my arm as we leave the room.

“Yes, she’s my boss’ daughter, Melony. ” I point towards reception where I could see Melony giving a grey-haired man, my boss, a kiss on the cheek. “See.”

“And that’s her step-mother, who you know.” I point to the trophy Wife looking woman stood arm in arm with my boss.

“Intimately.” My Wife adds unconsciously licking her lips.

“Yes, well she was the second set of holes. Two actually, mouth and Ass. She’s still worried about Ruining her body with pregnancy so no cunt allowed sadly.”

“Gods, does her cunt taste heavenly, and her tongues otherworldly.” My Wife states now biting her lower lip.

“Still refuses to wear panties as well. Although she has started to wear a butt plug, too many close calls being found with my cum running down her legs, apparently. The plug keeps it safe for later. Or so she says.” I say as I notice my Wife almost dribbling at this point.

“She’s got a bowel full now, I only had her an hour ago. Just before her daughter came in actually.” Only now realizing that might of been planned, I hadn’t had a chance to clean my cock between the mother’s Ass and the daughter‘s mouth.

Melony came in barely two minutes after her mother left, perhaps a coincidence but still worth looking into. The wondered of the daughter going down on the mother far too enticing.

“I can invite her over for the weekend again if you want.” My Wife‘s eyes beam hearing this. “I know how you enjoy having the little submissive slut at your beck and call ready to humiliate herself just for a chance to taste you.”

“She does what her mistress orders, dear.” She says holding me tighter.

Both our minds filled with naughty ideas as we planned what we could put the duo through in the future as we walked to the car.

Once we got home, I was too tired or should I say my balls were too spent to give my Wife a proper pounding, thankfully there was our live-in maid for when situations like this came about.

Our maid was waiting for us when we came through the door. She stood with her arms behind her back and her face pointed to the floor, the position of her arms pushed her tits out, they were a little smaller than my Wife‘s but her outfit made them seem bigger.

She wore what most would call a stereotypical French maid outfit, the kind no actual French maid would wear, except for a couple noticeable differences. The most obvious was that there wasn’t any material covering her chest, the was just a shelf bra made into the clothing. Starting at the shoulder and making its way under her tits, supporting them, framing them and presenting them for all to see.

“Oh, Bitch. How good it is to see you.” My Wife said hiking her skirt up as she lowered herself into a chair placed specifically for this reason at the side of the foyer. “Well, your talented tongue at least.” The maid quickly sank to her knees and got to work attending to my Wife.

My Wife and out maid, bitch as my Wife likes to call her, have known each other for a long time, since they were teenagers. They went to college together in fact.

You see, my Wife wasn’t at all times the head turning bombshell she is now, no she was a bit of a late, late bloomer. Her chest didn’t really develop till she was nearing twenty, she spent most of her teens wandering somewhere around a B cup, something a fellow classmate liked to remind her off on a daily basis.

Yes, Bitch was that fellow classmate, or should I call her what she really was, a bully.

I still remember how happy my Wife was when she bumped into her after a decade to discover her college bully recently divorced and in total financial ruin. The silly bitch was cheating on her husband, and not with just the one guy, from what I figure out she enough to make it so some might confuse her bed for a McDonalds drive through.

Safe to say she lost everything during the divorce, something my Wife found delightful. I’ve heard only a few of the stories from my Wife‘s college days but everyone I listened to was quite sickening. Bitch really was a total bitch.

After a few years of practice and many a conquest, my Wife was rather excellent and seducing women, but with her bully she went above and beyond. It wasn’t long before the woman had moved in with us, until she gets back on her feet, my Wife used to say knowing full well it was bullshit.

Not long after that my Wife suggested she take the position as maid, instead of us inviting a total stranger into our house, she said. Things progressed quickly from then on.

That was two years ago and since then my Wife has kept the woman in a constant state of arousal, every day she is forced to work with a vibrator strapped to her clit, or some nipple clamps, or a vibrating butt plug maybe even a combination of the three. It’s never enough to allow the woman to cum, the vibrators all stopped after a few moments, just enough to get her going but never enough to get her there.

In two years, the woman hadn’t come. She was my Wife‘s, not mine, aside from the occasional Blowjob my Wife had her give my I have never touched the woman. Yet it’s not like either of us are forcing the woman to be here, it’s just a job and a roof over her head, she gets paid more than most maids and considering she has basically no expenses to pay she must have quite a bit of money saved. She can leave whenever she likes, but she never does.

My Wife says she’ll kick her to the curb once she’s repaid the woman for all thing’s she put her through in college. Every now and again she has the woman lie on the floor somewhere, usually the garden or the bathroom with its tiled floor, and pisses on the woman. She then makes the bitch thank her and then clean it up with her clothes before putting them back on. Something the bitch did to my Wife in the toilets at college during her last few days before graduation.