Fucking the help.

When the delivery team showed at her front door Abbey immediately felt a tingle of arousal. The games and bed talk George and herself had shared made her more persistently horny, and the man who knocked on the door seemed to tick the right boxes. He was tall, dark of skin and had an accent she couldn’t place but liked.

“Afternoon Ma’am. Final delivery for the day is an office desk and chair,” he said with a smile.

“Hi, umm, yes, I forgot that was coming,” Abbey stammered.

“We will not take too long,” he said.

As he turned around to go help out, his colleague Abbey looked out at them. The second was shorter and a little on the heavy side, but similarly was dark of skin and Abbey bit her lip.

She grabbed her phone and walked into the home office where George was prepared to put his new desk. Quickly she dialled George while she watched out the window at the men pulling the desk out of the van.

“Hi. So you know how we’ve been playing these games?” Abbey asked George.

Abbey heard the phone clatter a little, and there was a short delay before he replied. “Yes, I know the games we’ve been playing.”

She took. “How much of a slut do you want your wife to be?” she asked him.

He laughed, “Is this really an appropriate question to be asking at work time?”

“Well, no, but it’s just that,” she hesitated, “you know the new office furniture we bought for you?”

Abbey thought she heard George swallow, “Yes.”

“Well, it’s being delivered as we speak, and one of the delivery guys is kind of hot. If I give him a ride, I will probably have to give his buddy a ride too.”

“You’re suggesting you are going to give them a tip?” his voice came back hoarse.

Abbey laughed, “Well, I hope it’s more than a tip. But yeah, the question is, how much of a slut do you want me to be?”

“Well, if you think you are going to enjoy it, be as much of a slut as you like. You remembered your pill this morning, right?” he asked her.

Abbey had butterflies. She had remembered her pill but wanted to tease him more. “If I hadn’t, would that turn you on more?”

He laughed, “You know it would.”

“Oh goodie,’ she replied.

It was then that Abbey heard a voice from the entryway, “Ma’am, where would you like the desk?”

“Just in here, please,” Abbey replied. “I’ve got to go, Honey. I will let you know when they are done.” She hung up the phone as the two movers shifted the desk into the office. It was a polished wooden desk with a green leather top and a small adjustable recess for a laptop.

As they got the desk into position, the good looking delivery man pulled some paper from his back pocket as the shorter man went back outside, Abbey assumed for the desk chair. “So, you said this was your last delivery for today?” Abbey asked.

The man nodded, “Yes, finally done, looking forward to getting off,” he said as he handed over the paperwork and a pen.

Abbey turned around and bent over the new desk. She had been dressing more provocatively since George, and herself had started playing their games and was wearing a tight blouse and a short skirt. The buttons on her blouse popped as she bent over, but as she had her back turned, she knew the delivery man couldn’t see.

She signed the paper and then quickly turned around to see him glance upwards. He had obviously been staring at her arse. The blouse gapped open, and her lacy bra was visible underneath. It didn’t reveal all of her breasts but did reveal a lot of her cleavage. “So, you have some time before you have to go?” she asked.

The man smiled, “Ma’am, I would, but Mateo will be back any moment.”

Abbey took a deep breath and peeled her blouse off, “So, how about you both help me break in the new desk?”

Just as she did, Mateo stepped back into the doorway with the chair. “Tenemos uno vivo?” he said.