A week later, our phone rang during dinner, Mike was shoveling pasta into himself.

Donald’s voice came on the answerphone and my pulse quickened, remembering the chain yanking my throat while he railed me against that window. Mike noticed my grin. ‘Work call?’ I nodded, answering the speakerphone quickly.

‘Anna? Donald here. That filing you did last time? Gold. Cleared a mountain, but I’ve got more boxes of old stuff, plus Harold and Rab, my two old partners are swinging by to help sort. They’re my lifelong buddies, long retired now like me, know their way around paperwork. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?’

Mike perked up, wiping sauce from his chin. ‘Absolutely, Donald! Anna’s killing it with this gig. Keeps her sharp, right babe?’

He squeezed my thigh under the table, oblivious to the heat pooling between my legs. ‘Yeah, thrilled,’ I said, voice steady. ‘Harold and Rab too? Sounds like a full house.’ Donald chuckled, that gravelly tone sending shivers. ‘Yup, we’ll make quick work of it. Wear something comfy for bending and reaching—see you at two.’

Mike hung up for me, excited. ‘This is great! Extra cash, and you’re networking with solid business guys. My hardworking wife.’ I smiled, but inside, I was already plotting how to flash my assets for those three old pervs, my pussy twitching at the thought of being their shared fucktoy. God, I loved being such a deceitful slut, cheating right under Mike’s nose while craving these wrinkled cocks to wreck me. Next day, I drove over in jeans and a simple top, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Donald met me at the door, his eyes gleaming wicked, already bulging in his pants. ‘In here first—change before the boys arrive, you eager little hotwife.’

He led me to the guest room, laying out the outfit: a French maid costume in shiny black latex, the dress scandalously short, flared skirt barely skimming my arse cheeks, a low-cut bodice with white lace trim that would shove my tits up like offerings on a platter. Matching latex apron tied tight around my waist, seamed stockings in sheer black with a glossy red line snaking up the back like a trail of fresh jizz, garter clips snapping into place. Slutty heels—black patent leather, six-inch spikes with ankle cuffs that screamed ‘bend me over and breed me.’ No panties or bra, of course—my holes were theirs to claim. ‘Put it on, you married whore. Show these old cocks what a teasing slut you are. Harold and Rab know all about you, I have told them everything—how you cheat on that clueless hubby, dress like a bimbo, and beg for loads like the desperate cock-hungry bitch you are.’

I stripped fast, the latex clinging cool and slick to my skin, dress zipping up to hug my curves like a second skin, skirt flipping with every sway of my hips to tease my bare, shaved pussy, my cunny lips already glistening. The stockings were rolled on smooth, seams arrowing straight to my ass crack, heels locking my calves taut and arched like a pornstar ready for action. My tits overflowed the bodice, nipples hard and poked through the lace like bullets begging to be sucked.

I twirled for the mirror, the anklet from last time jingling on my left ankle like a slut’s bell. ‘Fuck, Donald—this getup screams ‘fuck me raw and fill every hole.’ Gonna make your friends drool while I ‘file,’ bending over to flash my dripping cunt and tight asshole? I’m such a complete slut for you old men—Mike thinks I’m organizing papers, but I’ll be organizing your cumshots instead.’ He groped my ass through the latex, his fingers dipping under the skirt to probe my wetness. ‘Damn right, bitch. Tease ‘em till they’re hard as rocks, then we’ll use every inch of you like the filthy married fuckdoll you love being.’

Harold and Rab arrived minutes later—Harold a burly guy in his eighties with a salt-and-pepper beard that looked perfect for tickling my clit, Rab slimmer, in his early eighties too, bald with piercing eyes that stripped me bare already. They hugged Donald, then turned to me, leering like wolves spotting fresh meat. ‘Holy shit, Don— so this is the married slut you bragged about? Look at that latex hugging her fat tits and juicy ass. Stockings seamed like cum stripes leading right to her sloppy holes.’ Harold’s voice was rough, gravelly with lust, Rab nodding eagerly. ‘Mike’s the lucky fool? Clueless while we get this prime pussy and ass to wreck? Bet she’s been fingering herself thinking about our old dicks stretching her out.’

I curtsied in the heels, skirt flaring high to bare my thighs and the bottom curve of my ass cheeks. ‘Guilty as charged, boys. I’m Anna, the cheating wife who’s a total slut for older cocks. Here to file ... and whatever else you dirty old men need—finger me, fuck me, cover me in your hot loads. Mike’s at home, no idea his wife’s about to be gangbanged by his ‘networking’ contacts.’ Donald slapped my ass hard, the latex cracking loud and sending a jolt straight to my clit. ‘Start in the study, maid. Bend and wiggle that slutty body while you sort those files—show off what a cock-teasing whore you are.’

I filed—or pretended to— dropping to my knees for the low drawers, ass thrust high, latex skirt riding up completely to expose my bare cheeks spread wide, the red-seamed stockings framing my puckered asshole and slick, puffy pussy lips like a bullseye for their fingers. ‘Like the view, Harold? This maid’s uniform is way too short—my married pussy’s dripping just from your hungry stares. Come on, grope your little slut; I need those rough hands all over me.’

Harold stepped right up, his big paw palming my ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh before tracing the latex edge. ‘Fucking tease—bend deeper, let me see that married cunt wink and beg for it. You’re such a nasty bitch, aren’t you? Hubby’s home probably sniffing your panties while we finger-fuck his precious wife into a squirting mess.’

His thick fingers slid along the seam of my stockings, then dipped straight into my slit, two digits plunging in knuckle-deep with zero resistance, my juices coating him instantly. ‘Soaked already, you cheating cumslut. Feel how wet you are for an old mans cock? I’m gonna pump this sloppy hole till you cream all over my hand—tell me how much you love being a total whore for us.’