Chapter 1

Mike was a counselling teacher at an all girls' school. He had a degree in psychology. He was a man of only slight build but his winning smile and handsome features interested many schoolgirls.

One schoolgirl, Lucy, wanted him. She was almost seventeen and sexy. She often talked to him after class, and followed him to his room on the pretext of seeking advice. And Mike fell for her, attracted by her voluptuous sex appeal. They often chatted and became close friends and he taught her heavy petting in the privacy of his room. People came to know of their tryst and scandalous hell broke loose at the school.

Mike was accused of seducing a schoolgirl and sacked. Lucy was accused of being immoral and expelled from school. Lucy's parents had no other choice but to let Mike and Lucy marry because they seemed to love each other. Her parents moved out to another town far away. Mike rented a single room apartment as he had meagre financial savings and stayed with Lucy.

Mike knew it would be difficult to land another full time teaching job because of the notoriety he had acquired. He had an interest in gardening and started to look for some gardening work at some rich houses. He was desperate for a job.

Mike knew that his wife was in the prime of her sexual development. She had developed into an exceptionally beautiful young woman of 17. She was beautiful both of face and body. Her eyes were blue and friendly, her cheeks full, smooth and tender. Her lips were full, curvy and wet. They were lush hot lips that her husband loved to kiss.

Lucy's breasts were magnificent. They were big, round and firm. With big boobs, narrow waist and full shapely thighs, her voluptuous body oozed sex. Unknown to her, men and boys who saw her were immediately aroused. Her husband was no exception. In fact Mike would often climax in his pants just by hugging and kissing his young hot wife.

What delighted Mike most was Lucy's hunger and capacity for sex. She loved to be stimulated and wanted to be fucked frequently. But they couldn't afford the luxury of a baby yet. So Mike tried to avoid fucking her too many times, and also didn't ejaculate often inside her. He hoped to avoid getting her pregnant in this way. Of course this often disappointed and frustrated Lucy. But she loved him. Once in a while of course he lost total control because of the wild sexuality of his young wife and fucked her as best as he could, ejaculating all his cum inside her young hot cunt. Here too she was disappointed. She wished he had a bigger cock.

One Monday he was given some gardening work by Mr. Harry Hancock. He was rich and was the Managing Director of a big company. Since the house was nearby, Lucy accompanied her husband to help him at his work.

Lucy was in her tight faded jeans that showed off her shapely thighs and buttocks. In spite of her bra, her huge firm boobs pushed out against the body hugging white t-shirt, which ended above her narrow waist.

Lucy was helping her husband to clear the hedge trimmings. Unknown to Mike and Lucy, Mr. Hancock was watching them from the house. He was particularly amazed at the voluptuousness of Lucy. This amazement turned to lust for his gardener's wife. Slowly he came into the garden.

"Good morning, sir," said Mike.

"Good morning. How are you getting on? Is the garden work too difficult for you?"

"No, sir. It's okay."

"Then how come you have brought help?" He was now looking and smiling at Lucy. She noted that Mr. Hancock was a very handsome well-built attractive man.

"This is my wife, sir. She likes to come and help me."

"You are lucky to have a helpful wife." He smiled again at her and she smiled back.

"Lucy, please meet Mr. Hancock," said her husband, making the introduction. "And sir, this is Lucy, my wife."

They shook hands. "Please to meet you, sir," smiled Lucy. The handshake was firm. He was a strong man.

"Nice to meet you. You are very young. How old are you, Lucy?" He had a charming smile, thought Lucy. She liked him.

"I'm 17, sir."

"And how old are you, Mike?"

"I'm 32, sir."

"I see." Then he added, " You shouldn't let your young wife do such rough work as gardening. Outdoor work will spoil her hands and lovely complexion."

"Yes, sir. But she wants to help me."

"If she wants to help you, it's better for her to get some indoor work and earn a good income."

"I'm afraid she can't get a decent job, sir. She stopped school recently. She doesn't have much educational qualification."

"Oh, I see."

"May be you can get a job for my husband, sir," said Lucy smiling hopefully. "He has a degree and he has no regular job."

"Really?" Mr. Hancock was surprised that his gardener was a university graduate.

"Would you, sir? Get a job for my husband?"

Mr. Hancock looked kindly at Lucy. Then he said, "Come, let's sit on the veranda and talk." They went and sat in the veranda under the shade.

Looking at Mike, Mr. Hancock said, "I tell you what, there is a vacancy for a cashier in one of the coffee houses I own. It pays about £400 per month. May be I can give you that job."

Mike was very happy. "Thank you, sir. It's kind of you." He was prepared to take any regular job instead of going from house to house looking for gardening work.

Lucy wanted to thank Mr. Hancock also. "Thank you, sir. We appreciate that very much."

Mr. Hancock said, "But the job is in the evening. It is from 7 pm till 11 pm. I need someone to do the cashier's work. The present cashier, a fine old lady, doesn't want to work after 7 pm."

"But that will be difficult, sir. My wife will be afraid to stay alone in our one room apartment."

Mr. Hancock said, "In fact, my wife needs someone to help her tidy up the house. Perhaps your wife can work here in our house for my wife while you work at the coffee house."

"Well, in that case..."

Mr. Hancock asked Lucy, "Could you help out my wife with some housework? I'll pay double salary, that is £800 per month, since both of you will be working for me."

Lucy looked at her husband, hoping he would agree.

Mike said, "I wonder whether my wife agrees, sir."

Mr. Hancock looked at Lucy questioningly.

"Yes, sir. I'm willing to work for your wife if my husband has no objection."

"I've no objection," said her husband.

Mr. Hancock said, "I'll appreciate that. I'm often out of the house in the evenings with company friends. My wife is often alone in the house. If Lucy is in the house she can keep my wife company."

Lucy said, "I'll be happy to keep her company, sir."

"That's good." Then Mr. Hancock told Mike, " I tell you what. You don't seem to have a car. I'll let you have the use of one of my cars. You can leave your wife here and go to work. After work you can come and fetch her home. You can keep the car while you work for me... or until you can afford to buy one yourself."

Lucy was very happy. "Thank you, sir. It's very kind of you."

"Would you like to start work today itself?"

"Yes, sir." Lucy wanted to get the job before Mr. Hancock changed his mind. She looked at her husband for approval. He nodded his head to say he agreed with his wife.

So, Mr. Hancock took Mike and Lucy to the coffeehouse and made arrangements for him to start work that evening itself. He also gave him one of his cars.

That evening Mike was to drop Lucy at Mr. Hancock's house and drive to work. Mike and Lucy dressed up. They did not know what to wear. Mike suggested that they shouldn't over dress. He wore a shirt and a clean pair of slacks. He looked good, very manly. Lucy wore a t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. The clinging light yellow t-shirt emphasized her busty chest and narrow waist. The tight jeans moulded lovingly to her curvy hips and shapely thighs. She looked sexy.

Mike left his wife at Mr. Hancock's house and drove to the coffee house to work. Lucy walked over to Mr. Hancock's house and rang the doorbell. To her surprise, Mr. Hancock opened the door. She had expected Mrs. Hancock to open the door.

Mr. Hancock greeted her and ushered her into the house. The interior of the house was very posh with expensive furniture and lightings. They sat on the sofa. He saw her looking admiringly at the house.

"Do you like the house?"

Lucy answered smiling, "Yes, sir. It's beautiful! We are renting only a single room apartment."

"May be one day you and your husband can own a house like this."

"Not possible, sir."

Mr. Hancock replied, "Don't say, not possible. You see, ten years ago my wife and I were like you, young and jobless. I was 30 years old and Helen, my wife, was 18 when I applied for a job in my present company. With advice and help of some management staff we learnt to achieve success. I got the job and rose to be what I am today... at the top of management and well off financially."

"Congratulations sir on your successful career." smiled Lucy.

"Well, your husband and you can also obtain what I and my wife have obtained... if you work smart... may be I can get a well paying job for your husband in my company."

"You think you could give him a good job in your company, sir?"

"There is a vacancy for an assistant manager. But our selection and appointment of a person for the management level involves interviews with the owners and me. I wonder whether you are prepared to submit yourself to our system."

"I'm sure my husband will, sir."

"Your husband will only be interviewed when he is about to be appointed. It is you who will have to undergo interviews first."

"What do you mean, sir?"

Mr. Hancock explained, "The owners frequently get together with the husbands and wives of the management and have friendly parties. In this way we remain as friends and support each other at work. There is no jealousy or animosity. We work as a happy family."

"I see."

"We want to make sure the wives are friendly. That is why we interview the wives first before deciding to give the jobs to their husbands."

"I see." Lucy thought it was an unusual system.

"The interviews are conducted by my wife and I for the job, and by the two owners of the company for the salary."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

Mr. Hancock went on, " You will attend party like interviews in my house. The company owners will also come. They will want to find out how good and how friendly you are. Only then a decision will be made about the job and salary for your husband."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

"As I've mentioned there may be several party like interviews."

"I see, " smiled Lucy. Well, if she can handle one interview, she should be able to handle any number of interviews, she thought.

Mr. Hancock smiled at her and asked, "Do you understand how our system of appointment works?"

"Yes, sir. How is the salary like, sir?"

Mr. Hancock explained, "It depends on how successful you are at each party with the owners. The more successful you are the more expensive holidays and benefits your husband will get. Understand, Lucy?"

"Yes, sir."

"It all depends on you to convince the owners to give your husband as big a salary as possible. Your husband can earn as much as £100 000 per year... provided you do things right at the parties with the owners."

Lucy was pleasantly surprised by the size of the annual salary. That kind of income would make her and her husband rich!

He smiled kindly at her. "Do you think you can handle it?"

Smiling thankfully, she said, "Yes, sir. I'll try. Hope you can give me advice on how to handle the interviews."

"Yes, my wife and I will give you enough advice. But don't tell your husband anything about this until we are sure of giving him the job. Otherwise he might be disappointed if he fails to get the job."

"All right, sir. I understand."

Smiling at Lucy, Mr. Hancock advised, "Yes, it all depends on you. My advice is that you be friendly and cooperative. Then you can be sure of getting the biggest salary and the best benefits for your husband."

"Thank you for your advice, sir." Lucy was happy. Mr. Hancock was being so kind and helpful.

Just then Mrs. Hancock came into the living room and greeted them. She kissed Lucy on the cheek and introduced herself as Helen. Then she sat beside her husband. She was a stunning young woman, dressed modestly.

She looked at Lucy and said, "My husband has told me about you and your husband. I'm glad you have come to befriend us." Lucy noted that she didn't mention about any work.

"I'm glad to work for you, Ma'am."

"Call me, Helen."

Mr. Hancock said, "They are prepared to start work this evening itself. Her husband has gone to work and Lucy has come over here."

"That's good," said Helen. Then she told her husband, "Since they are young, how about giving Lucy's husband a well paying job in your company, dear?"

"Yes, I was mentioning about it to Lucy when you came in."

Helen asked, "Would you like that, Lucy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hancock."

"Call me, Helen, please."

"You are lovely. I'm sure you and your husband will be most welcome by the management."

Lucy said, "But it seems there will be interviews before my husband can get a job."

"Yes, I know. All wives go through these parties with the owners before their husbands get their jobs at management level. They are more like parties than interviews. I went through them before my husband got the job. Now I have no regrets. We live comfortably."

"Mr. Hancock said that he and you can give me some advice," said Lucy.

"Yes. First let's have dinner. Then we will talk."

They had dinner. Lucy was amazed at the rich food served.

After dinner Mrs. Hancock said, "Harry, you watch tv while I talk to Lucy in our bedroom."

So Lucy followed Mrs. Hancock upstairs to her bedroom. It was a luxuriously furnished bedroom. Lucy hoped that one day she could have a bedroom like that.

"Do you like the bedroom, Lucy?"

"Oh yes! It's lovely!"

"Well, if you do things right, your husband can earn enough to afford all these one day."

"What should I do, Mrs. Hancock?"

"First, take me as your friend and call me Helen."

"All right, Mrs. Hancock... I mean, Helen," Lucy laughed, making Helen laugh also. Then they sat on the sofa in the bedroom.

"Can I tell you frankly what you should do to help your husband?"

"Yes, Helen... please."

"You see, there are two aspects. My husband will conduct interview parties with you to decide whether to give your husband the job. The owners will conduct interview parties with you to decide about the salary etc for your husband."

"What must I do, Helen?"

"You see, you are young and very beautiful. So my husband and the owners will like you and want to be your friend. So, let them be your friends... and be their friend... the more friendly you are with them the more your husband is likely to get the job and a fat salary."

Lucy wondered what she would have to do to be friendly.

"How do I do that?"

"Don't worry. Just relax and be friendly... they will want to be friendly with you to show you that they like you... you in turn be friendly to them to show them that you like them. That is all."

Lucy was getting worried as to what all this could mean. " I'm inexperienced."

"Yes, I know. My husband tells me that you are only seventeen."

"Yes. Am I too young?"

"No... in fact your age helps. You also have other advantages."

Lucy looked as if to ask what advantages.

Helen explained, "Men like teenage girls. So you will be popular with my husband and the two owners. Moreover, you look special. You have a beautiful face, a gorgeous body and strong sex appeal. They will like you for all that."

"But I'm not used to being around grown men. I'll be too shy and wouldn't know what to do."

"Then leave it to my husband and me. If you like, we can be with you at the parties, giving you advice and guiding you to do the right things. Would you like that?

"Yes, yes. I'll be very thankful for your help."

"Good. That's settled then."

"Can my husband apply for the job now?"

"Don't worry. My husband will take care of that. You don't tell your husband anything now... yet. Remember that you have to get through the parties first. Only then your husband can apply for the job." Lucy noted that Helen was using the word parties and not mentioning anything about interviews.

"But my husband will know when I attend interviews."

"No, he won't. The parties will be held here when your husband is working at the coffeehouse. He won't know a thing, and we won't tell him anything."

"All right, Helen."

"Probably my husband will arrange for your first party soon. Would that be all right?"

"Yes," said Lucy happily. "But I don't know what to wear."

"Don't worry about that. Since the company is dealing in women's clothes and lingerie, it has its own selection of clothing for these parties. Let me just take your measurements and my husband can collect the attire tomorrow. I've gone through these parties successfully... so I know what will be best to wear for each party. Would you like my help here?"

"Yes, Helen. I'll appreciate it very much."

Helen took her measurements.

"Do I have to pay for the dresses?"

"Not if you get through the parties and your husband gets the job. Otherwise, you will have to pay for them."

"If we have to pay for the dresses, I don't think we can afford."

"Then, make sure you do everything necessary to help your husband get the job. If you listen and do what my husband and the owners like you are sure to get the job for your husband."

"You think so?"

"Yes. I only hope you won't let us down, my husband and me."

"I promise not to let you down, Helen."

Then they went to the living room where Mr. Hancock was waiting. They talked generally about the possibility of Mike working for the company and the interviews that Lucy would have to go through. Mr. Hancock was happy that Lucy was willing to help her husband get the job.

Helen told her husband, "Linda would like you and me to advice and guide her during the parties because she is young, shy and inexperienced. She wouldn't know what to do."

Harry beamed happily. "Yes, darling it will be our pleasure. She and her husband are our friends now."

Lucy said, "Thank you, sir. It's very kind of you and your wife."

"Don't call me, sir. Since we are now friends, call me Harry and my wife Helen."

Helen told her husband, "Tomorrow collect the party dresses for Lucy. I've taken her measurements."

Harry said, "That's good. I'll get the clothes."

"Thank you, sir."

"One more thing, Lucy."

"What's that, sir?"

"Don't tell your husband that I'm here with you. He might misunderstand. That's why I told him that you will be here to keep Helen company, and that I won't be here most of the time."

"All right, sir."

Rest of the evening, they just chatted and watched tv till 11 pm. Mike eventually came and waited in the car for his wife. Harry approached Lucy and gave a loving peck on her tender right cheek and said, "Goodnight, Lucy." She thought that that was very nice.

Lucy then went to the car and Mike drove her home

That night Lucy and Harry had a good fuck. They were happy they had jobs. Over at the other house, Harry and Helen also fucked happily. They were happy at the prospect of a fun filled future.

On the evening of the next day, a Tuesday, Mike again left his wife at Mr. Hancock's house and drove off to work.

Lucy had wanted to look a bit more feminine. So, she had worn a flaring loose beige coloured skirt that ended four inches above her knees with her white blouse tucked in. Her narrow waist swelled gracefully into curvy hips and the skirt emphasized her full shapely thighs and lush buttocks underneath. Her massive boobs, unrestrained by her bra, thrust out against her blouse.

Helen welcomed her into the house. Saying, "Come in, please," she hugged Lucy and they exchanged cheek kisses. Then they entered the room and met Harry.