You want me to do what? - Sex Stories

You want me to do what?

'You want me to do what?' These were the words that greeted my wife Helen as she arrived back in the bedroom on what had started out as a normal Saturday morning. She had gone down to make the coffee; no it's not something that's a 'wifey' job. I'm always up before her in the week so I make the coffee and bring it up for her. At the weekends I get a bit of an extra lie in and she makes it. This morning however, just before hopping out of bed she had dropped the bombshell that she wanted me to 'model' at some sexy lingerie, girly night she would be attending that night. For the few minutes it took for the coffee to brew my mind had been working overtime wondering if she was expecting me to dress up in a basque or something equally feminine. 'No, don't be daft,' she giggled when I quizzed her over the issue, 'The company does 'man' stuff too. Alison has a lady model as well as Alan her usual guy. Unfortunately, he tripped over at work yesterday and thinks he's broken his ankle. It wouldn't look quite as sexy if he makes an appearance on crutches would it? Come on, you know you have a sexy body.' She cooed in her most seductive voice as she cuddled up to me. 'It'll be fun. Normally I'd get a bit jealous if a hoard of half d***k women were lusting after your half naked body but I'll be one of them.' Secretly It did sound like a bit of fun but I didn't want to sound too keen. 'When you say, &#034half naked,&#034 what would that mean exactly and will her lady model be dressed in ...

... a similar fashion?' I tried to ask nonchalantly. She looked at me in her knowing way and replied, 'The last time I went to one of these dos the lady wore all the usual underwear, you know, bra and thong with garter belt, stockings and heels and the guy paraded about in various pants and tight tops. Tell you what. Do this for Ali and I'll do all those naughty things you like me to do when we get home.' Faced with a promise like that and the chance to flirt with some sexy women I, 'reluctantly' agreed. Unfortunately the preparation was a little more involved that I had imagined. Both models would be masked, (to protect our identity. This is a small town after all) and to assist with this I had agreed to undergo a fake tanning session. Apparently a tanned muscled ass has more sex appeal than a pasty pale muscled ass. Not that I'm pasty and pale you understand but it's likely that some of the outfits might highlight my tan lines I was told. OK, I won't bore you with my tanning experience but I may come back to it later. Just before 7 pm Helen and I arrived at a large house on the outskirts of town. The main guests weren't due to start arriving until 7.30 but just in case someone had arrived early we wouldn't want to be seen together (and blow my cover) so I went around the back as directed and she went to the front door. I was met at the door by Alison, Ali who I'd met at the tanning session earlier and the other model, Jeanette. Man was she hot! She was about 5'7&#034 and I'd ...