Hotwife, Mother And Whore For The Family Business

The bad economy over the past five years or so has been devastating for many companies. That is especially true for small businesses that don’t have the resources to ride out the hard times. Larger companies can survive by laying off employees, or otherwise having adequate funding. Our family was especially hard hit since I lost my job as an administrative assistant in a large company, and my husband’s small business suffered the loss of customers and sales volume.

My name is Cassie, and I was twenty-four years old at the time of this story, and the mother of a five-month-old son who I was still nursing. I had a good job as an administrative assistant for the CEO of a large, regional company, at least until I was laid off due to the bad economy. My husband, Michael, was twenty-nine years old and had a thriving wholesale distributorship for adult sex toys and other related products. He started out in marketing with the same company that I worked for, and we met there. He started his home business after learning about marketing and sales from them.

We live in a fairly nice area in metro Baltimore, in a neighborhood that allows mixed commercial and residential properties. We moved there so he could run his business from home. Our property has two homes, and we converted the smaller one fronting on the street into an office. The foyer and front bedroom were converted for use as the assistant’s and his offices, and we remodeled the kitchen and a family area to be an entertainment area for customers. The small bedroom in the back was left pretty much as is, for the nights when Michael works very late and just wants to be able to walk a few feet and sleep. The garage is used for storing and showing product samples, although most of the volume is shipped directly to his customers from the factories. Our family lives in the larger home in the back of the lot.

Michael travels quite a bit, mainly to meet and maintain good relationships with manufacturers, to convince them to let him represent their products for sale to retail stores. He has an assistant who works in the office to process orders to manufacturers and from customers. She also enters transactional data into the accounting system and handles general correspondence in hard copy and on the company website.

I didn’t have the time to be involved in his business while I was still working at that large company. Working, taking care of our home, and raising our child kept me very busy. My mother lives near us, and she was able to watch the baby when I was at work. After I was laid off, I paid more attention to Michael’s business, trying to determine if there was any way I could help. I knew that he had suffered a decline in sales and was worried about the viability of the business.

One night at dinner he said, “If our sales decline any further, I might have to fire my assistant, Tammy. If I do that, though, I’ll be stuck in the office and won’t be able to maintain personal contact with the manufacturers the way I need to. So, things aren’t looking good for us right now.”

It was obvious to me what we needed to do, and I replied, “What about me, honey? I’m out of work and certainly have all the skills necessary to run the office. That would save us Tammy’s salary and allow you to travel.”

I expected to him to agree right away. Instead, he hemmed and hawed saying, “Thanks for the offer, honey, but there are some things about the business that you don’t understand. Tammy and the other girls who have worked for me in the past have more responsibilities than just the paperwork. As you know, they are pretty, young girls who don’t mind showing a little skin and even sometimes entertaining the customers who visit the office. That has given me a competitive edge with many of the retailers who routinely visit our office, sometimes just to see Tammy.”

That all sounded pretty shaky to me and I said, “Tell me more about what they do to entertain the customers. Are you implying that something sexual is going on here?”

Michael looked uneasy as he replied, “Well, that’s hard for me to say. Given the unsavory business we’re in, some of my customers are crude, fringe kind of guys of various ethnicities. I try to hire smart, but slutty, girls who are also pretty and well built, knowing that they will appeal to those men. Then I let the girls know how important it is to our business and their jobs to keep the customers happy. I never tell them what to do with the men when they use the entertainment area to drink beer, and I don’t ask what is happening with the customers.”

I was disappointed to hear about the way that Michael characterized his assistants, although not totally surprised, given the reputation of the industry for being sleazy. I wanted to press him for more and said, “That’s bullshit that you don’t know what they’re doing in that entertainment room. Surely the men have told you what they are doing.”

He was very uncomfortable then and said, “Okay, if you insist on knowing. The assistants that I had before Tammy were mainly showing a lot of skin, and sometimes let the customers feel them up when they were out in the garage looking at the product samples. I’ve heard recently that Tammy has taken it a little farther and has been masturbating and even sucking off a few of the men. The black and Latino men seem to be the most aggressive with her. Most of that happens after she has shown the men big dildos and the sex machines, and they all get turned on looking at the fake cocks and watching the fucking motion of the big dildo attachments. Some of the men have asked her to bring those machines into the bedroom to demonstrate by using them on herself, but she hasn’t done that yet, as far as I know.

I knew Tammy fairly well, and although she always seemed a little trashy to me, I would never have suspected her of giving blowjobs to the customers. And knowing that I had not been very receptive to Michael’s sexual advances recently, I had to wonder if he was being sucked off by her too. Then I thought since his dick is only about four inches long and thin, she probably wouldn’t enjoy sucking him anyway, after getting a taste of those black and Latino cocks. I dated a few men of color before I met Michael and know firsthand that some of them have very big cocks.

It was clear to me that we had to do something to save the business, even if that meant I took over the assistant’s job. So, I said, “I think I’ve heard enough about your little slut, Tammy. We need to clean up our image and save some money at the same time. I’ll take over her job, and we’ll change this business model, if you can even call it that, where your customers will no longer be expecting to fondle or get sucked off by your assistant. What do you think about that idea?”

He scratched his head and responded, “If you’re sure that you want to put yourself in that position, then I guess we can try it. Those men can be insistent, and they’re accustomed to having their way with the assistants. I sure hope that we don’t lose too much business over the change. You should be expecting at least some vulgar comments from the men. I mean, you’re prettier than all those other girls, and you have a great body. We’ll just have to see if using you as eye-candy is enough to keep them happy. You will need to at least show a little skin, though. Maybe knowing that you’re my wife will make them less likely to hit on you.”

The other girls Michael hired were only nineteen or twenty years old, and I was still in great shape at twenty-four. I have dark-brown, should-length hair and jade-green eyes that compliment my light-olive complexion. I’m five feet and seven inches tall and weigh one hundred and thirty pounds after having our baby and nursing him. My breasts were 36Ds before I started nursing, and they are now round, firm and shapely 36Es. Michael sometimes says that I am ‘bootylicious’, due to my prominent and firm ass cheeks that jiggle so tantalizingly when I walk.

We paid Tammy a nice bonus to ensure that she would stay for another week to train me on the systems and procedures. I thought that later on I could keep our son in the back bedroom and with me during the work day. For the immediate future, however, my mother was taking care of him for me. I pumped and stored breast milk for my mother to feed him, and usually had to relieve the pressure by pumping during the day. Only one customer stopped in the office that week. Tammy took him to the garage to select some items and was gone for almost fifteen minutes. I don’t know whether she sucked him off or not. I wanted to peek to see what they were doing but thought better of it.

The following Monday was my first day alone on the job, and I wore tight, skimpy, stretch, workout shorts and a tight, short-cropped t-shirt, that showed plenty of midriff under my full, pendulous breasts. Michael was out of town and I felt kind of exposed sitting there in that outfit. It was part of the job and I knew that I looked damn good in those tight clothes. My breasts look 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’s 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’m 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’ve always looked forward to the, uh… shall we say, special attention she gave me when we were selecting items in the garage. You’re 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’m 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 saying, “I trust you to use you best judgment, honey. You just need to realize how important his business is to us.”

I was hoping to get more understanding and better advice from Michael. It seemed like he was leaving it for me to decide, while also stressing how important it was to retain the sales volume. I decided to just play it by ear and see how insistent Kendall would be.

When I got to the garage, Kendall was in the dildo section, holding one of our life-like, black dildos that’s ten inches long, very thick, and with big molded balls. I wasn’t that familiar with the products yet and was impressed by the size and how realistic it looks.

I moved over next to him as he said, “These dildos and the twelve-inch black ones are very popular with my white, women customers. Have ever handled one of these before?”

I replied, “No, I’m not that familiar with the merchandise yet.”

He then said, “Here, take this one in your hands and let me know if you think it feels realistic.”

Kendall nonchalantly put his arm around my waist as he handed it to me. I sure didn’t want to admit that I had experience with a real, black cock. I thought it would be helpful to be a little playful, so I squeezed it and cupped the balls for effect, before giggling and saying, “Wow, this thing is so long, thick and heavy, and the skin feels nice and soft, and has those thick veins molded in. I can’t tell you whether it feels realistic, though, since I’ve never felt a real one this size.”

I knew the moment after those words left my mouth that I had stupidly given him a way to plausibly continue the conversation about black cocks. Holding that fake cock was more of a turn on than it should have been, and it was a reminder of the black men I fucked before I was married. I was still thinking about those past lovers when Kendall dropped his hand down farther to rub my ass. The touch of his big hand on me felt nice, and I didn’t have the will to stop him. Then he turned sideways and stepped closer, as he pressed his groin against my torso. Because of our height difference, his obviously large, but-still-soft cock lump was pressed against my side and a little above my waist.

He leaned down close to my ear, and in a deep, whispery voice said, “You know, Cassie, you need to be familiar enough with your products that you can describe and compare them for your customers. You’ve got an opportunity right now to compare this dildo to my cock, which just happens to be a little larger at almost eleven inches long. Come on, Cassie, Michael knows full well all the things that Tammy was doing for his customers. He had to know what he was getting you into when you took this job. If your sorry ass husband wants to share you this way, for a little more sales volume, then why not just enjoy it? What did he tell you about Tammy’s duties anyway?”

Kendall’s comments and the feel of his cock pressing into me were further weakening my willpower to resist. I was also getting pissed at Michael, since I had the impression that Tammy and the other girls had been doing more than he told me, and he wouldn’t admit it. Kendall started massaging me with his hand deep into my ass crack, and I pressed my ass back and swiveled it against his hand.

Then I responded, “Michael told me that Tammy was jerking and sucking off a few of the men. So, tell me, what was she really doing?”

From our position standing there, it was easy for him to continue deeper and lower into my butt crack, so that he was almost touching my vulva from behind with his left hand. Since I wasn’t struggling against him, he reached for my breasts and began rubbing them with his right hand.

Then he said, “Damn, white girl, what a fucking body you have. Your ass and these huge fucking titties are amazing. Michael told me that you guys had a child in the past few months, and from the wetness on your t-shirt, I can tell that you must be lactating. You are leaking now, and I’d love to drain these big milk jugs for you.”

He paused for a moment and continued, “But to answer your question, a couple of the other girls before Tammy would let me feel them up, and sometimes stroked my cock for me. When Tammy came along everything changed. She skipped the stroking, and went straight to sucking me off, and I also sucked her tits. Not long after that she started fucking me, and I’ve been getting into that sweet, white cunt pretty steadily for the last year.”

I interrupted and asked, “Did you always fuck out here in the garage?”

He responded, “We’d sometimes start fooling around out here, but always ended up in the back bedroom. Michael was here many of those times and heard all the moaning and banging going on. She told me that about half of the other customers were fucking her too. Oh, you’ll love this, Tammy told me that Michael used to come back to the bedroom after the men left, and he sucked her pussy clean before fucking her himself. She said that he has a tiny little dick but loved having him eat her out. And within the last couple of months, she’s been demonstrating the use of the fucking machines for us. That fucking whore has had so much black and brown cock in her that she can almost take those fourteen-inch attachments all the way to the balls in that cavernous cunt of hers.”

I was furious with Michael for lying to me, fucking Tammy, and especially for eating out her just-fucked pussy. He’d come home and kiss me after sucking her pussy and eating all that cum. As far as I was concerned, it was fair game for me to do anything I wanted with Kendall and the other men. I was still seething with anger when Kendall turned to face me and tilted my head back to kiss me. That was a passionate, deep kiss and we were sucking on one another’s tongues like high school kids. His big cock was then hardening and pressing into my belly.

He broke the kiss and easily lifted me up to sit in front of him on the dildo boxes, at the perfect height to suck my tits. He pulled my tight t-shirt up and latched onto my right nipple and areola as my big tits swung heavily in front of me. My only previous experience with breast feeding was with my baby, and having an aggressive grown man strongly sucking me was an entirely new experience. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him against me as my pussy was getting wetter and swelling with lust. He sucked one and then the other of my breasts, hungrily drinking and swallowing my sweet mother’s milk.

Kendall sucked my breasts that way for almost twenty minutes, with my legs locked around him and my wet pussy soaking through my shorts onto his chest. He finally lifted me with one arm under my ass and the other around my back and carried me to the front office to lock the door, and then to the bedroom. He laid me back on the bed and I watched as he removed his pants, underwear and shoes, and I removed my tight workout pants. His huge, uncircumcised cock was almost hard, at over ten inches long, and it’s at least six inches in circumference. I had fucked a few black men previously, but never had a cock that large inside of me.

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