Husband:

My wife came home very excited the other night. She is getting an intern for the summer. She has been working hard for the last six months, coming home exhausted. "All fucked out" was her expression, which is unlike my wife, as she is pretty prudish. The intern will be shared with reception, but will take care of her paperwork and get her ready and 'in the mood and ripe for her client'. Again, odd words from my prudish wife.

However, I know better than to question any odd comments from my wife. After an unsuccessful sexual encounter some time ago, she seems to have gone off sex altogether. Despite her prudish approach to sex, she does seem to make the odd sexually loaded comment. She does mix with some of the sales guys, a bunch of sexual predators. With no sex for me, I have taken to imagining my wife having sex with others. I need to check porn sites for sex with an intern.

In addition to having an intern shared with reception, my wife has been tasked with interviewing several candidates, as her firm is taking on at least four interns. Senior, older bosses staff the firm, and all the support staff are women. They need help 'humping' boxes and files around. The interns need to be fit and have stamina to keep the female staff supported all day long, so my wife tells me. Grounds for more porn site searching, I think.

There are over fifty candidates who need an initial interview, then a second, longer interview to whittle them down to a final one. My wife is carrying out the initial and the second inspections herself; the last ones will be with the receptionist. That's at least eighty hours of interviews, as she insists they get at least an hour to show off their full range of skills. It's tricky to fit this around her usual work, so she has arranged for them to be mostly early evenings.

Wife:

I was so excited to find that I was getting an intern to support me at work. I was aware that several of the more senior female staff had one last year. They were selected entirely on looks, since the work they were doing could be carried out by almost any male. Some fetching and carrying, but mostly as eye candy and the odd sexual encounter. The senior managers had personal assistants, and the women had made it clear they wanted equality.

Evidently, word had got around in the local colleges that this was the plum job they all wanted. Little or no work and all the sex they could get from a bunch of middle-aged horny MILFS. So when I was told to make sure the candidates were up to the task, I knew that I was going to have my hands full. Plus, my mouth and pussy as well.

I managed to arrange for a suite office at a local hotel where I sometimes had my 'contract closing' encounters. There were two rooms, one of which was like a small boardroom. The other was an ensuite bedroom with a large bed taking up most of the space. I had made my pencil-dick husband aware that I would be carrying out at least two interviews of an hour or so each workday for the next month at least. I brought along a very big box of condoms.

I found the perfect interview outfit, looking like a school teacher when I was sitting. Then, when I stood up, the skirt was so short that they could actually see my pussy. I was, of course, not wearing any underwear. I stood as I explained that the interview was mostly a practical one. They had about forty-five minutes to keep me satisfied, and they would be removed from the shortlist if they lost their erection at any time. That month was the best of my life so far.

Husband:

My wife was telling me that with the summer now being over, the interns at her work will be going back to college. She is quite disappointed because she says that her intern is fully trained now to help her out. She says that he helps out both before and after her customer meetings. Most of this is around the paperwork. He gets it all prepared for my wife, and then when the meeting is over, he makes sure the paperwork is signed and all the boxes are ticked.

She also mentions that, as well as the paperwork, he helps in other ways as well. The meetings can escalate quickly, so my wife needs to be fully prepared for whatever the customer throws at her. The intern does a quick bit of role play, so my wife is all loosened up, ready for action. She often mentions he is so good at this that she is gagging to get down to business with the customer as soon as she gets into the room.

As a final thank you, my wife tells me that she will be treating the interns to a little intimate thank you for all the support they have given this summer. I was a little worried about this because of the potential impropriety. Whilst my wife is prudish, sex is not something she thinks about as normal. I have noticed in the past that she changes slightly when she has a lot to drink; she gets a little fruity even with me.

I have checked out some internet porn, and college guys with a MILF is a popular topic. I am concerned that they may try it on with my wife in a bar. Not that it doesn't turn me on, but she might get into trouble in a public place. My wife, as always, plays down my concerns until I feel totally embarrassed. She tells me the 'party' as such will take place in the office after work, and there will be no alcohol. She has energy drinks laid on for the lads. She will limit herself to protein shakes.

Wife:

I am really sorry that the summer is over and my intern will be going back to college, at least until he returns over the Christmas period. He has been so good at preparing me for my customer meetings. The paperwork at the beginning and end is the expected part of his job, but it's the preparation of me that he gets so right. When I go into a meeting, I'm never sure how quickly the customer will fall prey to my charms. Also, I never know how big they will be.

So my intern gets down on his knees as I pull up my skirt and lean back in my chair. In only a few minutes, he has me on the verge of orgasm. His fingers both loosen and lubricate the inside of my pussy so that no matter how big the cock of the customer will be, I can sit on it with ease. It also helps that my juices are slick on the inside of my thighs. The smell of arousal gets the customer interested, but when I expose myself, the juices glisten in the lights.

With the focus on getting the customer off and signing the terms, I sometimes don't come, left there on the edge of orgasm and totally horny. My intern knows just what to do to get me off. So as a reward, I'm going to give the four interns the ultimate send-off this Friday. I want to make sure they all return over Christmas. I've arranged that we can use the big sofa in my boss's office. I've laid out some energy drinks and a big box of condoms.

The night went as well as I was hoping for. My intern made sure the other three knew exactly what was going to happen. I got them sitting on the sofa and shuffled along, taking each of them in the back of my throat. Once they were all ramrod hard, I pulled out the butt plug I had been wearing all day and arranged three cocks in my willing holes. Four is the perfect number; as one of them finished, a new cock was ready to take its place. I crawled home fully spent.