Husband:

My wife is enjoying the new way she works at work. She comes home each day full of joy and seems to get a real kick out of telling me all about her meetings. I keep hoping that her excited state will lead to some sex, but in this my wife is still prudish. By the time we are ready for bed, her excitement has changed into tiredness. I did understand that she had finished her probation period and her boss had promoted her to head of Customer Satisfaction. It comes with a large increase in salary and a complete change of her work clothes, although I've never seen her in them.

She mentioned to me that she feels she is in complete control with just one customer at a time. She made a curious comparison, something about cowgirl style whilst reciting her firm's terms and conditions. I gather that she can finish before her new customer gets over-excited about the new arrangement. To be honest, her conversation is very sexy, and I get confused about what she is telling me. Perhaps this is what happens to her customers.

Anyway, she is worried that dealing with two customers at the same time, will her current technique still work? She seemed to be asking me for suggestions, so I thought that going back to the sales guys whom she had talked to in the first place might be the solution. After all, she could get them to roleplay a two-customer situation. She could then try different approaches until she 'nailed it'. She giggled at my words and reminded me that the sales guys were a bit inappropriate.

I would agree with her on that point. At her last Christmas party, they were trying to chat her up all night, ignoring me, her husband, as if I wasn't there. To be fair, my wife ignored them as well. When we got to the hotel, I was so horny from watching it, I had to have sex. As normal, my wife seemed to do it under sufferance, and I lasted only a short while. I masturbate over that memory a lot now. My wife is too much of a prude to take those Sales guys.

Wife:

I was enjoying the conversations with my husband about what I got up to at work. He, of course, had no idea that I was getting fucked quite a lot, mostly by the customers whom I got a bonus for signing up. I was careful to use condoms and made sure he never saw the actual clothes I wore for the meetings. The skirt suit that I wore to and from the office still turned him on when he saw me in it. Even though it was the frumpiest thing I wore all week.

I had recently tried a signing-on meeting with two guys, which was a bit of a disaster. My normal tactic of getting the customers aware that sex was on the cards whilst I recited off my terms and conditions only lasted a few minutes. One of the guys grabbed hold of my hair and guided it to the large cock he had exposed, and I just folded my lips around it. The other one grabbed me by the hips and bent me over the arm of the sofa and slipped his cock inside me.

On the plus side, I had distracted them both away from our terms. Unfortunately, with my mouth full of cock I could not recite anything. Additionally, the things they were doing to my body made me lose complete control, and we spent the next couple of hours with them filling my holes and me begging them for yet another orgasm. My boss kept an eye on things and, at the appropriate point, broke it up and got them to sign.

By that time, I was naked apart from my stockings and suspenders, sprawled on the sofa, half asleep and totally fucked out. My hair, back and face had been painted in jizz, and I looked like a whore. I think I had even squirted over myself. Fortunately, my boss has a private shower and I was able to clean up, change into my normal frumpy skirt suit and get poured into a cab before my husband got home. At least he didn't see me

Husband:

I was worried I had overstepped the mark by suggesting the Sales guys for practice. This was probably helped by the office stories I was looking at on porn sites. The one-on-one versions were enjoyable, but as soon as two guys were involved, they rapidly descended into debauchery. The wife ended up becoming a sex-slave in most cases. Although this turned me on even more than the ordinary stories, they also became a little unbelievable.

Whilst in my imagination, my prudish wife might get involved with her boss. A little making out, even perhaps an illicit blow-job or a fucking over his desk. That was a far as I believed she could stray. The thought of two guys passing her between them, making her come over and over again, was just ridiculous. So I suggested to her that, perhaps, although the Sales guys were good in theory, she might look at other alternatives.

I was mildly surprised when my wife had already decided against it and gone with a professional training outfit suggested by her boss. She was expected to pay for the training, if this meant her taking time off work. We agreed she would meet with the trainers for two evening sessions over the next few weeks. She was working hard at the training because each night she got home about ten o'clock, wrung out like a wet dishcloth. She went straight to sleep

Each night she was out, even though I knew this outfit was legitimate trainers, I still fantasised about what might be happening. The name of the firm was somewhat unusual. Who might call their company DP Black? I looked them up on the internet. There was a training firm of that name, but most of the hits were of porn sites with a white woman getting it. Oddly enough, the woman at the end of the long clips looked just like my wife did when I got to bed.

Wife:

The training lasted for a long time, far longer than the five sessions I had originally booked. At the start, they took it in turns to fuck me, whilst at the same time I was simply trying to hold up a normal conversation, or recite the terms I knew off by heart. There was no chance of anything coming out of my mouth apart from moans, screams or grunts. They were both thick, long and had stamina to match. They kept fucking me, switching over after I came.

After the third lesson, I managed to keep control enough to say something intelligible, which is when we switched to me trying to get the cock dangling in front of me into my mouth. They would swap over when one of them felt close to coming, but even after a couple more sessions, I still could do no more than just get my lips around it. Eventually, I got the hang of it, detaching the sensations flowing through me to focus on the cock in my mouth.

After three months of free-flowing orgasms for me, I now controlled myself enough to give a blow-job that Linda Lovelace would have been proud of. After that, I could switch between sucking in the back of my throat for a minute, pulling out the cock I had been gagging on and quoting a couple of minutes of the terms and conditions I needed to cover off. Before returning the cock to the back of my throat. At that point, I was considered fully trained.

I was very surprised that my husband didn't say something, but he was always glued to his computer screen as the Uber pulled up. It meant I could get into the shower and put on my housecoat before he was aware I was even there. He never discussed my condition of arrival or the sexual stink that clung to me. One morning, I was late to work, and when I checked his browser history, I found several sites where the video matched what I had done the night before.

I did make great friends with the two trainers, and over the years, I went back for refresher sessions. I'm not sure I learnt anything new, but they were just so good at sex that it was worth it. Later on, when my job changed again and I started to deal with customers differently, those lessons were invaluable. But that's another story