Assisting the Bradys Ch. 01

I got out of my car after another long day. I walked around the front of the car and paused for a moment at the sexy picture of my wife that I had framed and hung in the garage. I placed it so that every day I got out of my car, I would see it on the way to our kitchen door. No matter how bad a day I had, her picture blew it all away and lifted my heart. The picture was racy, to say the least, and would have been even more explicit if she had allowed it. For some obscure reason, she didn’t want nude photos of herself hanging on the garage wall, especially when they showed her getting hammered with my cock. Women are picky about stuff sometimes.

Half an hour later, Anne walked in from the garage, dropped her purse and keys on the counter, and grabbed a wine glass. She walked past me without a word and grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay out of the wine fridge. She grabbed the corkscrew, took the bottle and the glass, and set the load down on the kitchen table. A few minutes work, and she was sitting at the table with her first glass of wine disappearing down her throat at a rapid rate. She poured her second glass and finally turned her full attention to me. “Sit down, Ben. We need to talk.”

I couldn’t help but think, OH FUCK! What the hell has happened? I freshened my single malt, fearing I would need it, and sat across from her. I looked at her expectantly and not a little fearfully. She took another long drink and set her glass down and fidgeted with centering it on the coaster. She looked at me. “First of all, we need to look each other in the eye while we talk. No looking down or away. Just honest and undivided attention. When I’m done talking, I will answer any question I possibly can truthfully. Do you agree?”

Fuck! Get on with it! “Yes.”

She nodded. “Lance and Tera are taking their annual New York trip next week. I’ve told you about that, although you probably didn’t care one way or the other. Normally that means he’s constantly calling me instead of yelling from his office. It doesn’t change what I do as Executive Secretary and VP of Admin. He’s just more likely to call me after hours.

“The upside is that Tera is going with him, which means she won’t be calling me to do stuff for her. They go yearly to celebrate their anniversary and shop for expensive shit rich people can only get in the big city. It has always been the same until this year. She stopped by my office this afternoon and asked me to follow her to Lance’s office. After we walked in, she closed the door and locked it, which was more than a little weird, and we sat in the visitor chairs in front of Lance’s desk. Lance, being Lance, got right to business. He wants me to go with him and Tera to New York as their personal assistant for the week. Tera said it was her idea, but Lance insisted that they had both come up with it.

“That’s the first thing. Now for the second thing. The twins want to spend the week at the Jupiter house and Lance wants to move his car down there. He’s getting a new seven series as soon as he gets back from New York, and it will save him from leasing a car for the Jupiter house. Trisha and Tess want to hire you to be the driver and bodyguard for the trip. Wherever they go, you would go. They’ll pay you twenty thousand for the week and cover all expenses.

“Think about those two things for as long as you need to wrap your head around what I’ve said. Once you’re ready, I’ll continue.”

I sat there dumbfounded. OK, OK, one thing at a time. First thing, New York. Lance and Tera wanted my wife to spend a week with them in New York as a personal assistant. Personal assistant seemed strange. Anne’s annual salary ranged around a quarter mil a year, depending on bonuses. Being an assistant seemed well beneath her professional level.

The lightbulb lit, but I struggled to believe it. I knew Lance found Anne attractive because he had often told me so, without hesitation, in front of his wife and my own. Not that I hadn’t had my flirtatious and innuendo-laced comments regarding Tera. All of which were honest, flattering, and way more serious than Tera ever suspected. She thought I was teasing, while I knew I meant every word and a whole lot more. She had no idea the thoughts that ran around my head regarding her and her sweet body. That was a well-kept secret shared with only one person.

Lance is a nice guy, but he occasionally comes across as a bit of a dick. He’s so successful that he assumes everyone wants to hear what he says and will be thrilled at the privilege. I heartily enjoy taking him down a peg or two on occasion. Too many sycophants have spoiled him, and an occasional reality check is good for him.

He wasn’t shy about expressing his opinion on many subjects, including my wife’s attractiveness. He was, however, an honorable man. While he flirts shamelessly when we’re together, he has never made a pass at Anne, touched her inappropriately, or tried to get her alone. He loves Tera passionately and would never have a love affair. One little caveat is that Anne thinks he may have a little strange pussy when he’s out of town on business. She swears that he’s extremely discrete, but as his executive secretary, she gets calls from women that make her wonder.

I have always thought I didn’t really care about the details of their marriage, and even if I did, what they work out between them is none of my business. Now apparently, it was. The other shoe dropped, and I replaced the word ‘assistant’ with ‘companion.’ Anne’s face was expressionless as she watched me. My face was twisting through expressions as I tried to wrap my head around what I was beginning to suspect.

I set that aside for a minute while pondering their second request. They want me to take a week of vacation, drive thirteen hours, and babysit their twin daughters. I suppose it would be an attractive gig if I needed the money. The thing is that I’m a well-paid professional, and we certainly don’t need the money. Why the hell would he want me to spend a week with his twin daughters?

OH! No, it can’t be. I didn’t want to believe it. Lance and Tera want me to spend a week alone with their twin twenty-year-old, smoking-hot daughters while they spend a week with my smoking-hot wife!

I settled myself and raised an eyebrow. “OK, you almost had me. You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? This is right out of our fantasy playbook. It can’t possibly be true.”

The look on her face told me it damn well could be. “Anne, what the hell is going on?”

She looked into my eyes before she spoke. “Tera made it clear in Lance’s office why they want me to go with them to New York. Not to put a fine point on it, but they want to have sex with me. The dinners, the Broadway shows, the shopping, the lavish parties, and the sex will all be shared.

“Tera also made it very clear that there is no one she would want to take care of her girls more than you. Trisha and Tess have had a crush on you for years, and you know it. The way they flirt with you, and you flirt back, a fool could see it. Tera knows her girls will have sex, and her hope is that they have it with you instead of some random pickup. She’s certain Trisha and Tess would be very happy if you were more than a driver or bodyguard.”

I think it is important at this moment to clarify a few things. Anne and I aren’t much different from any other married couple. We share sexual fantasies probably much more than the average married couple, primarily because neither of us is afraid to share our innermost cravings. The swap fantasy is a popular one for us because it allows us to describe in detail how we would like to fuck someone we know, recently met, or saw walking down the street for that matter. It gives us an outlet for forbidden carnal desires and spices up our sex life in a great way.

Like most married couples, we thought that fantasy was as far as it would ever go simply because of the roadblocks. I’m sure many couples that were more than a little interested in giving sharing a shot never get around to it. Unlike what some erotic stories would have you believe; married folks are usually pretty shy of strangers. Sex is much more fun with someone you know and like, and that leads to the other roadblock. The last thing Anne and I wanted to do was to have a friendship blow up in our faces because we brought up swapping partners. Any friends we had that might be considering such a thing were surely as reticent as we were about outing themselves.

Neither of us thought there was any chance that something could happen. After meeting Lance and Tera, it didn’t take us any time at all to agree that they were not only the prime candidates but the only ones we had ever seriously considered. Of course, we knew that it would never happen, but we did fill many evenings fucking each other’s brains out while acting out various scenarios. If Tera’s body had my dick sticking out of her as often as I’ve fantasized about putting it in her, she’d look like a porcupine.

I nodded, at a loss for words for the moment. I studied Anne’s face trying to get some clue about what she was thinking. She wasn’t giving anything away. I knew she was waiting for me to react. So I batted the ball right back at her. “What do you want, Anne?”

Her lips turned up as she fought a smile. She knew I had turned the tables on her. “Does the idea of spending a week having sex with two nubile young women excite you?”

“Does spending a week having sex with your boss, his wife, and who knows who else excite you?”

She grinned. “Hell, yes! And I suppose spending a week with twin hotties bores you?”

I sat there with my mouth hanging open.” Are you kidding me? The only thing better would be if their mother went with us.”

I got up and walked around the table. I pulled my beautiful wife to her feet, kissed her lips, and hugged her tight. “Don’t you dare fall in love with him. You have to promise to call me as much as possible. No less than twice a day. I need to hear your voice and to know you’re fine. Will you promise me that?”