Hotwife, Mother and Whore for the Family Business - Sex Stories

Hotwife, Mother and Whore for the Family Business

... I knew that I looked damn good in those tight clothes. My breasts looked massive. I read somewhere that studies have shown that the way we dress affects our self-image and behavior. I definitely felt like a slut in my outfit. It was about 11:00 am and I had just finished processing some orders, when a customer walked into the office. He is a good looking, middle-aged black man about six feet tall and weighing maybe one hundred and eighty pounds. He looked me over, blatantly staring at my breasts as he said, “My name is Kendall, and I was hoping to see Tammy here today. Is she still employed, or are you the new girl?” I stood up to shake his hand and replied, “Hi, Kendall, my name is Cassie. I am Michael’s wife and I have replaced Tammy. It’s nice to meet you. What can I do for you today?” He replied, “It’s probably not going to be the same without Tammy. I have always looked forward to the, umm… shall we say, special attention she gave me when we were selecting items in the garage. You are a very pretty and hot replacement, though, with that nice ass and huge tits of yours. I’m surprised that Michael would let you expose yourself this way. The fact that he doesn’t mind makes me wonder if you have taken on all of Tammy’s former duties. I sure hope that you have, since I’d like to keep buying my product here.” Michael was right that the men would be aggressive, and the fact that I was Michael’s wife didn’t faze Kendall in the least. I have to admit that it was somewhat ...

... arousing being dressed that way, being undressed further with his eyes, and having a handsome, mature man who I thought was a player hitting on me. I didn’t want to let Kendall know that I was aware of Tammy’s extra services; yet I also knew that his not-so-veiled threat about losing his business was a problem. I wanted to talk to Michael and give myself time to think of what I should do, and said, “I don’t know what you mean about Tammy’s former duties, but I’d be happy to show you whichever samples you desire. I need to make a quick phone call, and will meet you in the garage in a couple of minutes.” Kendall went to the garage, and I called Michael, hoping that I could catch him on his cell phone. He had just left one factory, and was in the car headed to another one. I recounted every word of my conversation with Kendall. Michael was obviously upset when he said, “Holy fucking shit, Cassie, I was afraid this would happen. Kendall has five stores in the metro DC and Baltimore area and averages about ten percent of our sales volume. Is there any way that you could flirt with him or something, to at least keep him from switching distributors until I can get home and talk to him? I’m sorry to ask you to do that, but maybe you could lead him on a little and keep him satisfied.” I could hardly believe what he was asking me to do. I wanted clarification and asked, “I want to help, but what are you saying? How far are you willing for me to go?” Michael paused for a few moments before ...