I, or should I say we, own a small engineering business.

Sally my wife and co-owner is the dogsbody, my secretary and over-sees the general running of the place while I’m out drumming up business.

Sally is 36 and we’ve been married for 11 years, she’s very attractive and has kept her shapely figure despite having had two babies. She has always been willing to muck in and help the business and a few years back she proved it in no uncertain way.

At first business was easy to get and we did a lot of work for foreign clients, particularly those from African countries. I would entertain reps and soon found out that to make certain of getting an order they required a woman’s services during their stay. So I contacted an escort agency in town that supplied girls to service my customers, for which I paid. It was well worth it, but as the recession hit, we couldn’t afford to keep the big foreign and British clients sweet with the girls and lost even more business.

That was about three years ago, and it was then that Sally put her proposition to me on how to keep getting the orders in: she would be the reps’ date.

As you can guess, I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but she kept on about it and in the end, I gave in and agreed it was the only solution. However I insisted that the reps wear condoms because apart from the obvious risk of disease, I didn’t want my wife to get pregnant by another man. I kitted her out in all new sexy gear; Basques, suspenders, stockings, really high spiky heeled shoes and some horny outfits, short tight skirts etc.

On her first date she looked a right horny sexy desirable tart and she watched me giving myself a hand- shandy while waiting for her cab to arrive. While she was out I went through all the emotions, but I also found I was getting incredibly turned on at the thought of my wife being screwed by another man.

Sally got home late the following morning, having spent the night at the rep’s hotel. When she got into work she was still highly excited and we locked ourselves into the office while she told me all about it. She was back in her working suit but when she sat down, her skirt rode up to reveal she was still wearing stockings. I knelt beside her as she told me how exciting and different it had been with David, the rep, how much better and how many orgasms she had had. She said he had fucked her three times before going to sleep and again when he woke up in the morning, she also said she had agreed to meet him again that night.

In the end I had to ask the inevitable questions: was he bigger and better than me. She giggled and said yes on both counts, she also added he was more of a stayer and when he came he really filled the condom every time - unlike me.

She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up showing me she wasn’t wearing any panties. I knelt there looking at the curve of her bum and the sensuous sweep of her thighs to the tops of her stockings. I gazed at the length of her lovely legs and got my cock out to give her a good fucking but she stopped me saying she was too sore and it would be nice if I gave myself a wank. I knelt there tossing myself off imagining David’s big cock up her and I kissed her legs and knees.

She said, “These are the stockings I wore while he screwed me, is it turning you on darling?’ Turning me on? I was going crazy with lust and my lips caressed her milky white thigh, just above her stocking top. She lay back and opened her legs showing me her flushed and swollen pussy. That’s when my come exploded from my cock and when she held my head and pulled my face into her yawning pussy so I could lick her and bring her off Sally climaxed noisily really dragging my face into her gash letting me continue to lick until I erupted all over the floor again.

That night, off she went again, without returning to work the following day. She told me that evening they had fucked on and off all night and most of the day and that she had really enjoyed it. It was clear to me that Sally was a natural whore.

After that it came easily to her she gave good service to all our clients and relished the fact that they were, on the whole, bigger and better than me. I knew that things would never be the same between us again. I still loved her madly and she loved me in her own way but she made it quite clear that I could no longer satisfy her, which made me impotent in a strange way. I could always get a hard on knowing that she was being fucked and could wank off when I was licking her out after she’d been with a client but at other times, I struggled to get an erection. So I looked forward to her ‘dates’ but never once wanted to watch Sally in action.

Business started to pick up again, mainly due to Sally’s sexual prowess, but although we had contracts from all over the world, we still hadn’t had a big African contract come in. My wife had had cocks from around the world, but she still hadn’t had a big black one. I was now making enough money to afford agency girls again, so Sally reverted back to her old duties in the office.

That was until recently when I got a call from an Ethiopian company, wanting certain parts and equipment.

They told me that a rep would be coming over in the next month.

Now Sally and I both knew, from the girls we used years before, that black men, especially east Africans, had extremely large cocks and I could tell that Sally was more than interested at the prospect of some ‘overtime’.

On the day of Mr. Ndabi and Mr. Ackoko’s visit Sally took more care getting ready for work than usual. Her hair was shining, her make-up perfect, and she was dressed in sexy suspenders, seamed stockings, knee length skirt with a daring split to the thigh and silk blouse without a bra - I could clearly see her large nipples showing through the luscious silk. She was out to pull a big black cock without a doubt.

Mr. Ndabi and Mr. Ackoko arrived at our office dead on time. Both were very handsome black men. Mr. Ndabi was the youngest of the two in his mid to late twenties and was the superior of Mr. Ackoko who insisted on my calling Mr. Ndabi ‘Sir’, as I was inferior to both of them. Sally was sitting typing but looking at Mr. Ndabi with undisguised admiration.

We went into my office, and I called Sally in to take notes. She positioned herself so that her split skirt revealed a good length of stocking clad thigh. I got an instant hard on at her blatant display and Ackoko’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Mr. Ndabi just smiled lustfully.

It was hard going for me, all I could concentrate on was Sally and Ndabi fucking her good and hard. I brought some drinks in and we discussed the deal. Mr. Ndabi said that he would go away and think about it and it might help if he had a woman with him. By then I had changed my mind about Sally doing the honors and offered to call up the agency, but he stopped me saying, “How about your secretary would she like to spend the evening with us?”

I explained that she was married, but he insisted, “Does that matter? I like her. She has a lovely body.”

I went out to Sally and put it to her, adding that I didn’t think it was a very good idea, but she went into the office and thanked Ndabi for his kind offer and agreed to go out that evening providing I came with them.