[MF] Being My Hubby’s Obedient Eye Candy Assistant

Over recent years, since Hubby and I moved to Canada, we’ve bounced between multiple jobs, more so me than him, but he has found a good foothold when it comes to real estate. Working his way up the corporate ladder, he’s now trusted enough to do luxury homes, and I do everything I can to assist him since we’ve found some fun, although somewhat unethical, benefits to this. When he has large properties or is planning a large-scale showing, I step up and act as his assistant, and it’s morphed into some very kinky roleplay when this happens.

The roleplay we’ve fallen into is something very 50 Shades inspired, with me being the Anastasia to his Christian. He even calls me Anastasia or Anna since it’s slightly more exotic, and it weirdly turns me on. We’ve even agreed on a particular dress code for when I come to assist him. The phrase “sex sells” really plays into my outfit. I’m supposed to wear a black cocktail dress that must be practically skin-tight, either long sleeves or strapless. No underwear is allowed; that way, if my nips decide to present themselves, they’re visible through my dress. Then black thigh highs with lace trim around the thigh and black heels. Basically professional with a bit of spice. There is one exception to the underwear rule, though. If I choose to wear my hair up in a ponytail, then instead of a hair tie, I either have to use a thong or a g string. Again it’s all about the little bits of spice.

At the start of each of these events, I hand out the champagne while he greets them. Some guys blatantly check me out, while if they’re with their spouse, their spouse tends to give me the death glare, but that’s all part of the fun. Once drinks are served, Hubby tours them around while I assist where needed, such as directing people to washrooms and such or being told to pose places so some of the single people can imagine what it’d be like when they have someone over cause fun fact a lot of the rich dudes are quite pervy. I basically just become eye candy while doing my best to keep my legs crossed since the skirt portion of my dress just goes a little past my booty cheeks, that if I’m not careful, I’d put on a show. Once that’s all done, though, and the showing ends, that’s when the real fun tends to happen, as long as the house owners aren’t present, which is typically the case with these million-dollar house listings.

As soon as the last person leaves, I’m on stress reduction duty. Although we always check to make sure these houses don’t have cameras. Which if your selling a house, is weird already, but we have seen it before. Anyway, once the door closes, I get on my knees, look up at Hubby, place my hands on his belt buckle and masterfully undo it before pulling down his pants. This has become a tradition as he bonks me on the forehead with his cock. I then lick my way from the base to his tip, where I kiss it, then take him into my mouth, deepthroating him as my lips return to his base and leave a ring of lipstick around him before I pull back and release him from my hold. Strands of my saliva usually drip off his shaft and onto either my dress or on my chest/in my cleavage. We continue this process of him dipping his cock into my throat and pulling out all my sloppiness as it coats my face and everything between him and me. Once he’s satisfied, the pants come off, and he tells me to hold them before picking me up and carrying me to the master bedroom. Again another important place to check for cameras since people are kinky freaks.

I usually do a pre-check during the tours so that when this part comes and after making out with him while being pressed against every wall leading up to this point, he can throw me right down on the bed. Once he does, and given our clothing situation, I’m typically told to get into Doggy, so he can hike up my dress, give me some spanks for being a good girl, then mounts me immediately after. His one hand will hold onto my hips, his finger resting on one of my back dimples, while his other will periodically spank me more and draw circles on my bootyhole unless I have a plug-in, in which case, he’ll press his fingers against it and make it more effective at its overall job. If I do a good job during the tour, though, then just after the spanks, he lets me sit on his face until I cum, while also giving me a tongue twister, which makes my mind melt.

Usually, while we’re in doggy, though, he’ll pull on my dress, and if it’s strapless, it doesn’t take him long to have it all bundled around my waist as all my jiggles become unrestrained. From that point on, I’m basically his little fuckdoll. He’ll pull out, wrap his arm around my waist and flip me over onto my back before he starts undressing and giving me a bit of a show, but some of his accessories have their own place on me. His belt goes around my wrists as makeshift cuffs, we specifically drilled a series of holes into the leather just so he could do this to me, and if there’s a headboard with railings, I get tied to it. His tie is my blindfold, and the second he ties it around the back of my head, I forfeit all control to him.

Having zero control, and being fucked in a house I neither can’t ever afford nor should be in, is insanely euphoric. Then the way Hubby handles my body, throwing me around a stranger’s bed and flowing between positions with ease, I moan to my heart’s content as he hits all the right places. I do my best to resist squirting to avoid being in that awkward position of doing laundry, but when every pleasure sensor in your body is triggered, it’s hard not to get a little wet. Hubby’s gotten better at being aware of it, but I do bring one of our towels just in case since there’s a significant chance I’ll need it on our way home in the car.

Anyway, once he either feels me close to bursting, or it’s audibly obvious. He carries me to the bathroom, and he carry fucks me in their shower until I go full super soaker and become the primary source of water flow in the shower, all while still blindfolded and my arms restrained behind his neck. In the past, he’s tried to put me down to give me a facial which is a clusterfuck of awkwardness, so instead, our roleplay turns into me begging him to breed me. To fuck me like a naughty little slut who broke into his house and won’t leave until I’m filled and called a good girl. Mix that with me kissing/licking his neck, kissing his collarbones, and wrapping my legs tighter around him so there’s no inconceivable way for him to pull out while squeezing him internally. The feeling is almost magical as he kisses me and then moans that he’s cumming into my mouth before I feel his orgasmic twitch inside, coating my insides with his love.

Following all of that, we’ve found placing me on the bathroom counter makes it easier for us to “untangle,” and he frees my arms, then I take the blindfold off, and the first couple times we’d have a shower, but we’d always rush it, and it wasn’t very fulfilling in the long run. So if there’s one thing I’ve learned, most luxury homes have nice baths, so to collect ourselves and recover, we’ll run a warm bath and cuddle with each other. Then finally, we’ll reluctantly get dressed, double-check the house for garbage or anything out of place, lock up and go home. Typically stopping to get Maccas for dinner so that we don’t have to cook when we get home and it makes round 2 come a lot quicker.

Now this is typically how these situations go. Although, in the past, we’ve made use of almost every room at some point or another, but it varies on the house. I’ve been bent over kitchen islands, rode cowgirl in private theatres, eaten out in sunrooms, and even been fucked against the tile wall of a pool while skinny dipping during a hot summer day. The most exhilarating, though, was during one of our earlier sexcapades, and the company Hubby works for called and asked for an update on the event. I was freaking out because I thought maybe there were cameras, which only added to my paranoia to check thoroughly, but he was also balls deep inside me when he answered.

I fully expected him to pull out of me and take the phone call, or whatever, but no, instead, he gestured for me to flip over. I tried to keep him inside me as I did to avoid any initial entry moans, then he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into one of the pillows while slowly rocking his hips back and forth. As he did this, he told the company that he was in the process of doing a final walkthrough of the house and running the dishwasher to clean the champagne glasses and would be leaving immediately after. They discussed some other details, but I was too focused on resisting the urge to moan, as well as praying I didn’t end up squirting on some random person’s bed. Needless to say, I successfully managed to do one of those things and failed the other miserably. Thank god the sellers weren’t staying there anymore because those bed sheets were soaked in my lust.

Now I know we’re playing with fire by doing this but knowing how addictive the sexually charged adrenaline is, and as long as Hubby is willing to take the risk, I’ll never hesitate to be his special helper, whom he calls Anastasia.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/132yfms/mf_being_my_hubbys_obedient_eye_candy_assistant