Show off a little for him

"Should we go ahead, or did you want to wait for your appetizer to arrive?" he asks. "Do you think you can get me hard by the time Oakley shows up?" He reaches for his belt buckle. "We can pretend it's like our first time," he says.

"Oh, I'm sure Nanda will be here first," you say. You lean forward and add, "But let me." You undo your husband's belt buckle, unclasp his fly and zip it down. There's an obvious bulge under his pin-striped bikini briefs. "I see I have a rise out of you already!"

You help your husband off with his shoes and slacks and pull down the waistband of his bikini briefs.

"Would you hold this for me?" you ask, cradling his half-erect penis. "I'll want it back later."

He laughs. "Sure, Betta." He accepts his penis from you and squeezes it gently with the hand wearing his heavy gold wedding band.

You hear Nanda's unmistakable tread in the hallway. Even with soft shoes, your maid somehow manages to clomp her way around the house. You meet her at the door. "Don't be shocked, dear, Mr. Strong is exposed."

Nanda smiles. "Yes, ma'am, I'm sure," she says. She holds out your gold bag.

"Thank you, Nanda, would you like to help me warm things up for Mr. Strong?"

"Oh, yeah! I mean, certainly, Ma'am."

You open your bag and take out "Gideon", one of your favorites. He's a medium-sized dildo with a wide base and a gently rippled shaft. Matching Gideon up with a harness from your bag, you insert him and snap him in securely.

You eyeball a pillar supporting an archway and choose a height to anchor Gideon. You set him at an angle where he'll be pointing back toward the office door and side-on to your husband. "Nanda, will you fasten this in back?" you ask.

"Certainly, ma'am," she says. She connects the straps and tugs them to a gentle tightness. "About the right height there?"

You back up to Gideon until he touches the back of your tight slacks. About right for you. "Nanda, will you check the height for you?"

"Ma'am?" Nanda says. "Oh yes, of course!" She circles the pillar and backs up to Gideon. "With my shoes off, I think it would be OK."

"Please," you say.

Nanda removes her shoes and walks her stocking-clad feet back until Gideon touches the back of her skirt. "That does it." She looks you in the eye, a sparkle of excitement in her face.

You tighten the straps until Gideon is firmly anchored. "I'd like you to help us warm up Gideon, Nanda," you say. "Please remove your skirt and panties."

"Yes'm," she says. It's not the first time you've asked her. But that's part of why you hired her. The first time you met Nanda, she was serving drinks in nothing but a bra and stockings.

As Nanda disrobes, you fetch a bottle of lubricant from the desk drawer.

Nanda goes to the corner and faces away, pulling her skirt off and down, and then her panties. She folds them and puts them on the windowsill. "Ma'am?"

"Please back up close to Gideon and bend forward," you say. "I need to make sure you're wet."

Nanda quickly complies, bending forward.

"Turn a little this way...there," you say, positioning Nanda's behind for your husband's view.

You imagine Nanda has a rather pretty pussy, as such things go. The light pink inner lips distinctly peek out from the gold-fuzzed, split-peach outer lips, and the base folds neatly into a little gully with her pleated dimple-line of an anus. Your fingers discover the beginnings of moistness at her opening. You coat your fingers with pearly lubricant and smooth it into Nanda's labia, neither neglecting nor favoring any part. Nanda sighs as you slip a finger inside her, then two.

"Feeling good?" you ask. Nanda nods. "Very good, time to warm up Gideon for me. Put him in you." You stand back to one side so your husband can watch.

Nanda turns so she's straight-on to the dildo and eases back, guiding it in with her fingertips. She closes her eyes at the sensation of the dildo sliding in.

"Very good, Nanda, now move. Give Gideon a ride."

Nanda moves herself slowly on and off of Gideon, but keeping the tip inside her. At first her moves are simple, and then they speed up and gain accents, grinding her hips back once, then twitching, tilting her hips, and changing her rhythm.

"Doesn't she look good, dear?" you ask your husband.

"Very good. Thank you, Nanda, that looks beautiful," he says.

Oakley arrives with a stack of white towels. You motion him to put them down. "Strip your bottom half, Oakley," you direct.

"Yes, ma'am," he says. He's left wearing a loose white Hawaiian shirt printed with blue waves, flowers, and coconut palms. His golden-tanned lower half is sparsely covered in thin, bleached-pale hair except his pubic area, where his hair is thick and golden. His penis is already erect, partly from anticipation, you imagine, but partly from looking at Nanda.

You look at your husband. His cock is mostly erect now, held in the hand with his wedding ring, and hopefully he's left work behind for the moment.

"Dear, who would you like to see warm up Gideon next?" you ask. "Me or Oakley?"