I was reviewing where we were in our sexual adventure. It seemed to me that in a couple of months, Sally and I had progressed a long way. Firstly, there was the simple fact that Sally wanted to meet guys in a social way. Then we had the slutty clothes being brought. Then going to bars, allowing Sally to be touched up and check out the bloke's cock.
After that, the quick jump to dancing and being fingered to orgasm moved on to two guys all over her and her giving a hand job last Friday. During the week she let slip that her two fellow receptionists, Charlotte and Paula had given the guys blow-jobs and how did I feel about that?
I was torn, to be honest, because I was pretty sure my lovely wife had been doing the same. I didn't want this to get out of hand because the jump from blow-jobs to fucking seemed inevitable. So I suggested that hand-jobs were fine for now, of course confirming that it was now allowed.
Sally actually had the next week off but she had managed to get some work from a local builder, in the week following that. The builder and his wife were taking two weeks’ holiday and needed someone to answer the phones, take the deliveries, and check them into the store. The foreman was going to be in charge for that week. He was in charge of the plumber who fixed the shower and he passed on that Sally was a part-time receptionist.
It was fairly local to our flat and Frank the foreman would pick Sally up in the morning after I had left. Then he dropped her off in the evening before I got home. The money was pretty good as there was no agency to take a cut. It worked out really well and for those two weeks, I came home to a happy wife and a cooked dinner.
I joked about thanking Frank for giving her a lift home and Sally suggested that was perhaps a reasonable circumstance for a blow-job rather than the hand-job she was definitely going to give him each day. I think we compromised on a blow-job only on the last night.
To be honest, the level of sex had started to wear me out and now Sally seemed to be satisfied with a quickie before we went to sleep. In fact, she mentioned that with all the testosterone running around the building site and the fact that all the team chatted her up as a matter of normality, it was putting her off sex a bit.
She also mentioned that although the guys were normally treated by the boss himself to a free bar for a couple of hours most Friday afternoons, since he was away Frank only had allowance for one of the two weekends, so they all agreed it would be on her last night.
I could not help but notice that Sally seemed to have a few bruises on her arms and on her legs and she explained that getting a lift in the truck was a bit painful. With her being there, there was one more person than the truck was designed for, so they had to scrunch up a bit. Later on, she admitted that the guys were very handsy in the truck and she had compromised by sitting on one of their laps once the van was full.
She ended up getting a lot of attention, a lot of grabbing and pinching. I might have said something, but I had met Frank and he was the sort of guy who you didn’t complain to. I advised Sally to try and not make a fuss, of course, not realising that effectively I was giving her permission to let the guys fondle her, whenever they liked.
I also noticed that Sally was freshly showered when I got home and she mentioned that the trailer office she worked in had little air conditioning and she was having to sweat a bit. When I suggested perhaps less clothing might be a solution, she reminded me she is working around builders. They need to be kept in place, not encouraging. I need every layer of clothing as protection.
A skirt is an open invitation to check to see if I’m wet according to them. I suggested perhaps that she doesn’t need to work there any more if it’s so bad. She reminds me that she has promised Frank that she will give him complete satisfaction in her performance this week and she will make sure she does
I had this feeling for the whole of those two weeks there was something happening to Sally I wasn’t really understanding. She seemed content and quite sated in the evenings, more so than in any other of the jobs she had done before. She seemed to have gone off sex a bit, but I could understand that if the offer of sex was being thrust at her the whole time she was at work.
I trusted that she would deal with it effectively. She really only seemed out of kilter if I kept asking her questions so I stopped doing that, knowing that it was only two weeks after all. She had another two weeks in the marketing sector in the city lined up after this, with a personal recommendation following the Cosplay work. So I just kept quiet, ate my dinner watched TV and had quick sex before sleep
Finally, we came round to the last day, when Frank was going to take the crew out for a few beers and would even bring Sally home for me. The arrangement was that Sally would text me when they were close and I could pick her up at the entrance to the block of flats, or wait until she got home. As it was I had a pretty hard day at work myself that Friday and I had fallen asleep on the sofa as soon as I got home.