Husband:

My wife and I had a serious conversation the other evening about some changes at her workplace. She works for a service company, where her role involves handling the contractual aspects of Customer Service. This means that when her firm sets up a new contract, she has to meet with their senior representative and review the agreement line by line. It needs to be done to ensure they know exactly what her company is offering and where the limits lie. She says normally the representative is bored stiff by the time her hour is up.

I tend to make a joke at this point, because my wife is a very pretty woman, and I hope their stiffness is not inappropriate. This time, though, she mentioned that she was taking my words seriously and had chatted with her new boss. They both agreed that a new approach was needed. So for the last month, she has been doing some role-play with the sales guys when they have some spare time. She has worked hard on her approach, and she ran through the new technique with her boss. She is due to carry out the new approach with her first customer tomorrow.

To be honest, I'm not sure why my wife is mentioning this, as she rarely talks about her work. Mostly because she is covered by an NDA from getting into details or revealing the customer's name. She said she wanted to be transparent as she figured her work would be changing quite a lot. I needed to be okay with it.

Wife:

I suppose my work life changed completely when my old boss retired. He was a stickler for the rules and thought all our customers needed to know exactly what they were getting for their money. My job was to make them aware of the risks. Often this led to disagreements, and the contract might need to be changed. My new boss took a different approach, more buyer beware. So my job was still to run through the terms, because this was a legal requirement. I needed to change the emphasis, make it out to be lightweight and ideally use humour, distraction, and, as my husband noted, I was a pretty woman.

He sent me upstairs to the sales guys to get them to change my style, my emphasis, and general approach. My husband had always warned me that sales guys in general were womanisers. I should avoid them if possible, and before that, I did. But I could not with the directive from my boss. They softened my approach and taught me how to deal with any objections. They also tried very hard to get into my knickers. At every opportunity, they flirted with me and made me feel desirable. They also had the remit to make me a bit sexier.

They got me sitting upright, so my cleavage was more prominent. They got me crossing and uncrossing my legs, so the customer focused on that and not what I was saying. They persuaded me to undo two buttons on my blouse nd remove my jacket. It worked on both counts. They made me feel sexier and also distracted the customer. After a few weeks, I could get through my terms and conditions in half the time and with few comments. I demonstrated this to my new boss; he agreed I had changed as he wanted, and tomorrow I could try it on a customer.

The sales guys had me doing roleplay every day. Focusing on the customer, making sure I kept him engaged, but no matter what happened, to keep on talking, unless he got upset. Every day I returned home with slightly wet panties at all the compliments, gentle touching and crude suggestions the sales team threw at me. I tried to bring this up with my husband, but he mistook my suggestions for sex. I suppose the real issue was that I didn't want to have sex with him. He seemed a useless lover compared with what the sales guys were suggesting they could do with me. I knew his penis was small, he came quickly and didn't like oral sex. At least on me.

Husband:

My wife had me thinking after our discussion last night. I realised that the subtle suggestions she had made recently were different from before. With her new role and mixing with the sales guys at work, perhaps she was having an affair. The last time we had sex, it was a disaster. I came in seconds, and she told me I was useless. I had resigned myself to the fact that she needed more than I could offer and wondered if she had found it. Recently, I had turned to masturbation after looking at porn. I realised that the thought of my wife having an affair turned me on.

Tonight, my wife was drained from her day at work. She told me in a matter-of-fact voice that the new training had worked perfectly. She had spent no more than thirty minutes getting through her information, and no questions were asked. She had distracted the customer so successfully that in the end, all he asked was where to sign. Thoughts ran through my head. What had happened in the office with just my wife and the customer? She finished off by saying that if all her customer interactions worked like this, she would get a big raise and get a new title. Managing Customer Satisfaction.

Wife:

The meeting today was a bit of a blur, but I realised that my life had changed. My boss introduced me, then left me in the meeting room with the customer as normal. He motioned me to sit next to him on the sofa, and without thinking, I did. I smiled as I had practised, slid one knee over the other, showing a good part of my thigh and leaned forward with my chest out. As I started my spiel, which I knew by heart, his hand moved forward and placed itself on my knee. I stumbled slightly over my words but kept on without stopping.

Seeing that I had not pushed his hand away, he became emboldened. He asked me if I was the signing on bonus, and in which case, how far could he go? Would I be joining him later in his hotel room? I didn't do anything, just kept going with the words, slightly faster as he smiled at me. Then, he took his hand away from my knee and, grabbing my hand in his, placed it on his crotch. I should point out that the guy was very handsome, wearing a smart suit, and if I met him at a function or a party would probably have fantasised about him later.

So when he moved both his hands back to my legs and slid them up underneath my skirt, I swallowed hard, but kept on talking. I do think that I encouraged him by opening up my legs for easier access. I was in a daze. I knew I should not be doing this, but I kept thinking of all those sessions with the sales guys. Keep the customer happy, they kept telling me. Make eye contact and just go with whatever he suggests. Think about what he says before answering. So I smiled, kept gabbling and encouraged him to proceed.

After a few seconds more, he pulled my panties to one side and slipped in a finger. I was soaking wet, and it seemed to make up his mind for him. He got up, pulling me to my feet as he did so. He pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them as if it were the most obvious thing to do. I was still telling him the terms and conditions like I was a CD. He pulled down his pants and underwear, and his cock sprang free. It was easily twice the size of my husband's. He sat back on the sofa and encouraged me to sit on his lap.

I was not sure why I just did as he asked. I sat on his cock, and it impaled me in a way that I had never felt before. I kept spouting my nonsense terms and conditions whilst bouncing on his cock. It felt wonderful; I wanted more of it. Suddenly, I realised I had finished my piece. So instead of talking, I started moaning, alongside my customer who was shuddering underneath me. I think it was about then that I came, easily the most intense orgasm of my life until then. I fell forward as the customer filled me up with ropes of seed.

We recovered quickly and got dressed. He picked up my panties and put them in his pocket. I realised that my boss was back in the room. He told me to wait as the paperwork was signed, and finally, the customer left. He asked if I would be around for the contact renewal in a year. I smiled and mumbled something, although I have no idea what. My boss arranged for an Uber to take me home. Not before he had congratulated me on my performance and the successful negotiation. If I wanted, I could be the company's Satisfaction Manager and close all the deals.