Husband:

My wife has been telling me every night this week how she is getting on with her new meeting technique. According to her, she is struggling to convey to the new customer the tone of the meeting. She has to go through a lot of boring explanations, but she finds that using humour and some mild flirting works wonders. The customer is distracted, and she can explain all the details without being interrupted by too many questions. It seems she has transformed the previous twenty or more questions to none at all, except 'where do I sign'.

She says that having the right clothes would work wonders, and she has some funds from work to purchase them. She has to work in the general office and meet customers in reception, and her clothes need to be decent. I mention that stockings are always a good thing to wear; most men can tell they are being worn and are enough of a distraction in themselves. I didn't think my wife would wear them; she is a bit of a prude, but she has taken my suggestion seriously.

I noticed from the windows she left open on our home computer that skirt suits seem to be the best option. I did think some of them were a little short, but that's the fashion nowadays. When I pointed out that they might be short, she told me that work is very strict on skirt length. To portray a professional look, they have a limit of nine inches. I did say I hoped she was going a bit longer than nine inches, but she confirmed again that the limit was the limit.

The upshot is that, as well as shopping online, I will go with her to the mall this weekend to try on some outfits. I'm certain that I can let her know where the line of impropriety lies. On the other hand, the idea of my normally prudish wife going to work in something slutty has me in a tizz. I've been finding some sites where stories of cheating wives are published. It seems that very short skirts are the starting point for many of them. I do hope I cleared the browsing history, as my wife also uses that computer for online shopping.

Wife:

I agreed to go with my husband shopping this weekend to pick up some new skirts, jackets and blouses. As well as some stockings and suspenders that he suggested. As I was browsing on our home computer, I noticed that my husband had been looking at some online sites that seemed a little sexy. I followed the links, and there were stories of wives in offices getting it on with colleagues or their boss. It seems my subtle comments about my new job role have got him thinking. He even added a comment to one story saying he wished I would behave like the heroine. He went on to say I was a bit of a prude.

He has no idea of the dress code my boss has imposed on me for the new outfits. When I mentioned nine-inch skirts to my husband, he seemed to think this was the shortest. It's more the other way round. Nine inches is the longest, and he would prefer them to be much shorter, ideally showing the stocking bands when I was standing up. Those 'longer' skirts would need something else, significant slits or a zip or buttons. Blouses should be almost transparent. The idea being I would take off my jacket, and the customer would see my breasts.

So we went to the big store and I chose, in the opinion of my husband, the sluttiest skirt outfit they stocked. I put it on, and when I came out of the changing room, he was shaking in desire, and I could see his trousers tenting. Well, as much as he is capable of tenting anything with his small penis. I thought it was quite tame, but I wasn't letting him know that. I did need something to go to and from work in that wasn't going to get me arrested, so we brought it and he insisted I wear it home with some of the stockings we also brought.

When we got home, he jumped on me as we got inside, but unfortunately, his ardour didn't last. He managed to last until we got undressed, and he came before he got inside me. He made a mess of the stockings that I had not taken off. I figured they would wash off, but I got pretty angry with him. He went off rather sheepishly, and I heard him typing into the computer. It made me decide that if I wanted sex, I would be getting it at work from now on. By all accounts, he would rather fantasise about that than satisfy me,

Husband:

The shopping trip was a success for me. I think I persuaded my wife to purchase for reasonable short skirts without being indecent. It was only after we got home that I could not control myself. It was over quickly, we argued. My wife decided to go back shopping again whilst I stayed at home. I found the websites I had earlier and spent a happy hour fantasising about what my wife was unlikely to do at work. I masturbated quite a lot, which thankfully she didn't notice.

My wife returned a few hours later without any bags. She had taken her purchases straight to her workplace. There was a locker for her in the ladies' toilet specifically for her work attire. She explained she would travel to and from work in the suit we had brought earlier. She would change when she arrived and change back before she returned. It had me wondering what she might have purchased, but I figured it was more of the same.

She mentioned that she had bought quite a few suspender belts and stockings in various colours. We both agreed that her stockings were the things that would come to the notice of her customers, so having different colours would be a good idea. I wasn't going to mention underwear, but my wife did. She explained that there was no need for her to purchase any. What she already had was acceptable to wear underneath anything she wore.

She went on to explain the dress code regarding her underwear. Her boss was unhappy if any underwear was visible to a customer. That was too slutty and not acceptable. Not anything, even a bra strap. I cut in at that point to suggest that it was written to limit the appropriateness of her clothes. Anything that showed off her underwear was not to be worn. She congratulated me on getting the idea.

For some reason, she went on to assure me that there was no chance of any customer or member of staff getting into her knickers or taking off her bra. She knew I was concerned about the womanising of the sales team, so she was assuring me that she would not be so inappropriate as to allow any of them to touch any part of her underwear. Even a bra strap, no seeing and no touching. I told her I was happy about that, but inside, I was hoping that perhaps one of them might lift her skirt and see her panties.

Wife:

I was pleased with my purchases. As we left the mall last time, I noticed one of those shops on the way out. The one that sold clothes that strippers or hookers might wear. They were able to provide me with some of their tamer lines that would make my boss happy. Almost everything was short and exposed quite a bit of flesh. Those that didn't had panels of sheer material. Some blouses were see-through, acceptable with a jacket on top to go to lunch, even. Once the jacket was removed, though, I might as well have been naked above the waist.

It was exactly the look I was trying to achieve. As I came in, the customer would see the tops of my stockings, with flashes of white flesh. Whilst he was staring at my legs and my boss was leaving the room, I would take off my jacket and put it on the chair. As I turned around and started my rules conversation, my breasts would be there for him to see. No chance of him interrupting my diatribe on terms and conditions. With any luck, he and I would be fucking to seal the deal.

I was totally honest with my husband when I said nobody was getting in my knickers or touching my underwear. Apart from my suspender belt, of course. When I got into work, I would strip off my skirt suit and remove my bra and panties. The clothes I wear for work would never have anything underneath them. The view was not to be compromised, and the invitation to take it further was impossible to resist. That went for my work colleagues as well as customers.

The only thing I needed to purchase was a large box of condoms to go into my top drawer. I might be turning into a slut at work, but I wasn't going to catch anything