I was sitting watching the game on TV on Sunday afternoon. Sally was in the bath, relaxing off and shaving her pussy again. We had a marathon sex session on Saturday night, getting back to normal after the reduced sex of the previous two weeks when she had been working for a building firm. Sally was keen to pass on that there will be another uniform for this two-week job, but it would be the same every day.
She knows full well I love the thought of her dressed in something slutty. She will be given three of them tomorrow after they check the fit but her shoes will be provided by her. I'm just summarising in my head how I think this will play out. Last time she worked for a media firm, she got touched up as part of her job role. The company where that happened recommended her for this role, so the same sort of thing, especially given the uniform option.
What makes me both concerned and excited is that in the last one, her job description was Receptionist. Here, they are not so coy; she is a Hostess, who will welcome our visitors and make sure 'all their needs are taken care of during their visit'. Somehow I don't think that they are asking her to make coffee, although I'm sure it will be a nice cup. I'm also reviewing how in a month or so I have given my wife explicit permission to carry out some sexual favours to anyone she wants.
Getting generally touched up and fondled is the top of the slope, with making out, kissing and groping the next rung down, also perfectly acceptable to anyone, anytime. Somehow allowing a man to finger fuck her and play with her clit to bring her to orgasm is also allowed. Ideally, this is sociable, but I don't think that I ever clarified when it's not allowed. Lastly and from last week, giving a blow-job is perfectly okay as long as it's part of a repayment.
Fucking, though, is still off the table, but I suspect my cock will give me away when she asks again. Sally has this method of doing something, letting me see it or describing it to me after the event, and then if my cock gets hard then permission is given. However, on the other hand, I get to fuck my wife way more than anyone else my age, ten times more than last year. Others, of course, may well be fucking my wife as well, but what I don't know doesn't hurt me. Then I notice that just thinking about my wife getting fucked is making me hard.
I know it's going to happen soon if it hasn't happened already, which I'm fairly certain it has. I let my mind wonder if it's one-on-one or a threesome and I get harder still. She mentioned the other receptionists last month were pretty slutty and they watched her peeing to delay her orgasm. What had she done with them spun through my head. I was now totally hard and had to wank myself off to get it to go down.
I'm in the car with Sally on the way to her new job. She has her gym bag, with another bag folded inside for her uniform. She is dressed nicely in a blouse and skirt and has her long coat over both. She has underwear on and a nice pair of shoes. I must be mad when I think that my wife just wearing full underwear to work is somehow normal. I pick her up from the gym later and she is sweaty from spinning and, as normal now, desperately horny.
"Get me home fast," is her command, "and after you have fucked me I'll show you my uniform on." I'm desperate to get home, desperate to fuck my wife, but we both know I'm more desperate to see her in her uniform. I cook some pasta whilst she showers after sex. She was soaking wet as I come to expect straight after work, but it makes it hornier for me and I fuck her harder for being a naughty slut. I know she has been one today, but she hasn't yet shared
The uniform, to me, seems blatantly obscene. She has a black suspender belt and black stockings with her black shoes. The blouse has a tie, but there isn't much of it. High on her neck is a chunky collar, like on a bloke's dress shirt, and that holds the tie in place, short and straight between her breasts. The rest of the blouse is comprised of two thin strips of white that come around in a circle from under the neck, around the outside of the breasts and attaches to the skirt via poppers.
The outside of the breasts are held in place and the material covers the nipple and areolas but the whole of the inside of her breasts are visible. They are partially blocked by the short black tie, but she fiddles with it incessantly. The material is not that thick; it hides the colour of her nipples but does not hide the fact they are erect. There are no sleeves, back or sides to the blouse. It covers about the same as a one-piece swimming suit would above the waist.
The skirt is pretty short anyway; it has two columns of four brass buttons in the middle and either side of that, two slits that create Vs over her thighs. Because the blouse connects to the skirt, it's pulled right up to the bottom of her ribs, so exposes a good two-inch gap above the stocking tops. As she turns around I see that at the back there are no buttons, but the Vs are wider and go up much higher. There is more of a flap effect behind; you could lift the flap and see her asshole. At the front, it's more decorative, and probably there to allow more leg movement.
It strikes me as Japanese and I find out the company does a lot of business in the Far East. It's the sort of thing you might see in a Manga cartoon. Obviously there is no bra worn and I wonder if she is wearing a thong. Not right now, because I checked. My wife is wet just wearing the uniform at home; god knows how wet she gets meeting and greeting clients and servicing their every wish. This dress tells a simple message: that my wife will provide anything they need.
