I hadn't ever expected to hear from Freshfield Retail again. Not that we'd parted on bad terms, in fact it was anything but. The adverts and promotional activities I'd done for the store had been a great success even if, or more probably because, they usually ended with me getting a pie or two in the face. No, thanks to the success of that marketing campaign they were now in the process of being bought out by a big American conglomerate.

However, my agent Trish informed me that the new owners wanted me for one final advert. Initially I wasn't keen, especially when I learnt that they wanted me to travel all the way to London for the filming. But the money was very good, and they were willing to put me, my wife and Trish up in a nearby four-star hotel overnight.

"So, what do you want me to tell them?" Trish asked over the phone.

I covered the receiver with my hand and looked over at my wife to get her thoughts on the matter. I pretty much knew she'd say yes especially as it'd mean me getting humiliated yet again, but it never hurts to be sure. She nodded vigorously at me, so I immediately pretended to be reluctant hoping to guilt her into sex or at least a blowjob. But, she saw through the ruse and walking over to me grabbed the phone out of my hand.

"He'll do it" she said to Trish.

* * *

Two weeks later and the three of us were on our way to London. Rather than driving we'd opted for the train which turned out to be a very wise decision as there were roadworks on the motorway which would have made going by car an absolute nightmare. As it was we had a nice relaxing journey down to the capital and arrived fresh and happy. From the train terminal it was a short walk to the hotel.

Trish checked in for us and we took the lift up to the fourth floor and our rooms. Kirsty and I were in room fourteen which had a king-sized bed, a couple of comfortable looking armchairs and an ensuite bathroom. There was also a lockable connecting door to room thirteen which Trish had been assigned. Her room was slightly smaller than ours and had only an unsuited shower as opposed to a full bath.

"Unlucky for some" I said noticing Trish's room number.

Trish ignored my quip and entered her room, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile I followed Kirsty into our room and we began to unpack our cases. It didn't take long and soon I was sitting down in one of the armchairs watching the television. Kirsty unlocked the interconnecting door and popped next door for a girly chat with Trish.

About half an hour later they both emerged from next door as it was nearing time to head off to the studio to record the advert. Trish had already phoned for a taxi to take us there and when we got down to the street it was already waiting for us. The trip across London wasn't a pleasant one, as we were snarled up in traffic most of the time, but we did at least we arrive on time.

The studio itself was in an old building that I suspected had once been a warehouse. We entered and once again Trish took care of the arrangements at the desk whilst Kirsty and I hung back. The three of us were then escorted past the reception area, down a couple of long corridors and into a large changing room complete with wall length dressing table and illuminated mirror. A Freshfield baker's uniform was folded nearly on the table.

I quickly striped out of my travelling clothes, ignoring the wolf whistles from my wife and agent as I did so, and changed into the uniform. We were then escorted into the studio itself, past the crew and over to a small group of besuited individuals who represented the new owners of the retail store. They included a vice president of marketing, chief financial officer, legal advisor, brand manager, creative consultant and the personal assistant to the chief executive officer.

After the introductions we chatted for a moment before being interrupted by the arrival of a smartly dressed woman. Initially I judged her to be in her mid-thirties but as she got closer I could see tell-tale signs that she'd had plastic surgery so revised my estimate up ten years. From the way the stuffed suits reacted it was obvious this must be the conglomerate's chief executive officer.

"Right let's get this over with" she ordered.

We all moved over to the set which consisted of a glass fronted counter displaying a colourful selection of pies. A pair of stylists approached to give the CEO's make-up and hair a touch up before giving me a cursory going over as well. We then took up our positions by the counter whilst the cameramen and sound guy did their final checks. Then with everything ready the director gave the CEO her cue.

"Our name might have changed," she said to the camera "but our pies are still just as good!"

And with that she picked up one of the pies off the counter and thrust it towards me. Unfortunately, her aim was a little off and she only managed to strike the right side of my face with the dessert, meaning we had to do a retake. I cleared what pie filling I could from off my face and was turned over to the two stylists who managed to remove the rest before giving me a quick powdering, so we could go again.

Trish and Kirsty smirked at my misfortune but everyone else was deadly serious. This shoot was far different from the promotions I'd done for Freshfield which had been light-hearted and actually quite fun to do. Still I was being paid very well so couldn't really complain.

"And rolling" the director stated.

Once again, I stood beside the CEO whilst she delivered her line before hitting me with the cream pie. This time her aim was spot on and the dessert splattered right into my face. I waited patiently as the director continued the recording for a few more seconds before indicating that he'd got what he needs. I then took the opportunity to clear my vision.

I saw that the CEO had already walked off followed by the rest of her colleagues. It appeared that we were no longer required.

Trish, Kirsty and I managed to find our way back to the changing room where I once again stripped off. I quickly managed to wipe most of the pie filling from my face and out of my hair before Kirsty wetted a handkerchief and gave my head a quick wash. I then got dressed into my own clothes before the three of us left the studio.

* * *

It wasn't until we got outside that I realised we hadn't had a little fun in the changing rooms like usual. The girls would sneak a few pies into the room and after clobbering me with them, and possibly getting some in return, things would get decidedly sexy. Unfortunately, it appeared that do the attitudes of Freshfields's new owners had dampened all our spirits, so I resigned myself to a quiet night.

"As we're in London how about seeing a show?" Trish suggested.

"Great idea" Kirsty responded enthusiastically.

Trish suggested a musical which really wasn't my kind of thing but, Kirsty was keen on them, so I agreed. It helped that Trish promised we could go somewhere afterwards and get something to eat.

We arrived at the theatre and after queueing to get tickets, entered and took our seats. We had a short wait for the show to start and then spent the next hour or so being entertained by the story of a french peasant seeking a new life. During the intermission I left Kirsty and Trish chatting whilst I went to get us all a drink. Then the three of us settled back as the protagonist got involved in a failed revolution and died.

It was starting to get dark by the time we left the theatre and headed over to a nearby restaurant. I ordered a cheeseburger and chips whilst both Kirsty and Trish went with salads. The burger was good and the chips excellent, a fact confirmed by my wife and agent who weren't averse to stealing the odd one or two off my plate as they talked in glowing terms about the show.

"What about dessert?" I asked.

Neither Kirsty nor Trish wanted a sweet and both expressed a desire to call it a night. So, somewhat reluctantly I put down the dessert menu and after paying we headed back to the hotel.

* * *

Trish went into her room and Kirsty immediately occupied our bathroom leaving me on my own. As it was still fairly early I didn't bother getting changed into my panamas yet, instead I kicked off my shoes, found the TV remote and sat down on the bed. Flicking through the channels I found a wildlife documentary which looked interesting and started watching it.

It must have been a good fifteen or twenty minutes later when Kristy emerged from the bathroom. I was so engrossed in the documentary that I had failed to notice her until she was laying on the bed beside me with her head propped up looking at me inquiringly. It was then that I clocked what she was wearing.

Kirsty had on a short red lacy nightdress and nothing else. I immediately turned off the television set and turned to kiss her. She responded ardently as we began to make out on the bed and I started to get excited. I was just caressing her leg, moving my hands up towards her cute bottom when suddenly the door to the interconnecting room burst open and Trish appeared dressed only in a black nightgown.

"There's something weird in my room" Trish complained.

Kirsty went to calm an apparently distressed Trish whilst I gathered my wits and went next door. The lights were out, and the curtains closed so the room was in complete darkness. I couldn't see or hear anything. I fumbled around in the dark for a moment or two before locating the light switches and turning them on.

The walls and floor of the room were covered in clear plastic sheets and upon the bed and desk were a multitude of cream pies. I turned to see Trish and Kirsty grinning mischievously at me. Trish had a cream pie in her hand and as I stood there in utter disbelief, she stepped forward and planted the pie in my face.

"You can't do that to my husband!" I heard Kirsty exclaim.

Clearing my eyes, I could see that Kirsty had picked up one of the pies and was threatening Trish with it. She brought the pie within touching distance of her face before spinning around and hitting me with the pie. It appeared I had been set up again by the two of them and just wondered how long they had been planning this.

Whilst my wife and agent congratulated themselves on their cunning I quickly went over to the bed and grabbed a pair of pies. Returning, I took the pies and simultaneously thrust one into each of their faces. The pair turned to look at one another before breaking out in fits of laughter. I thought they both looked very sexy wearing only pie filling and their nightdresses and was more than a little turned on by the situation.

All three of us picked up more pies and began to throw them at each other. Initially it was everyone for themselves but then Kirsty and I ganged up on Trish, pelting her with pies. Then Trish and I teamed up against Kirsty until she was covered in pies. Finally, it was my turn to suffer a barrage of pies from both women.

"No more" I pleaded.

With the pies almost gone Kirsty and Trish changed tack and decided to strip me. Kirsty grabbed me from behind whilst Trish removed first my socks, then my trousers and finally, after a little assistance from Kirsty, my shirt. I found the experience incredible arousing and was sporting an erection by the time Kirsty released her hold and in the same action pulled off my pants

Unconcerned about my nakedness, I reached out to Kirsty and grabbed the bottom of her nightdress, lifting it off her to leave her naked like me. Then I kissed her passionately upon the lips before turning my attention to Trish. I was hesitant to do the same with Trish, but Kirsty solved that by stripping Trish herself before pushing her into my arms.

"Kiss her like you did me" my wife commanded.

I looked over at my wife to check she was being serious before I leaned in to kiss Trish. She responded enthusiastically, and we began making out like a pair of teenagers. It had been a long time since I'd touched a woman other than my wife in this way and in truth it felt good, if a little awkward at the same time.

As we broke the kiss, Kirsty delivered a pie into Trish's face and attempted to do the same to me. However, I managed to wrestle the pie from her grasp and pushed it into Kirsty's face instead. The two pie-faced women looked at one another and then ganged up on me once again. Pies were thrust into my face and crotch and I was pushed back on to the bed, my arse landing on a conveniently placed dessert.

Kirsty and Trish bent down over the bed and began to play with my penis. The pair started by licking the cream off it before Trish wrapped her lips around the base of my shaft whilst Kirsty took the head into her mouth. It was a truly glorious experience and I was greatly disappointed when it suddenly ended. I glanced over at Kirsty and Trish who were both looking hungrily at me.

"You don't mind if Trish joins us tonight do you?" Kirsty asked.

I guess the grin on my face was all the answer they needed. Kirsty got on to the bed and knelt beside my head facing my feet. Trish joined us moments later and straddled herself across me before leaning over and kissing my wife. I thought this was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen and still couldn't quite believe we were actually doing this. It made me realise how much I loved Kirsty.

Kirsty moved forward and sat on my face whilst Trish took hold of my cock and lowered herself upon it. Then I lost all pretence of conscious thought as my agent began to ride me whilst I ate out my wife.

The End.