I sat on our bed as Geri walked past me, dripping wet from the shower. I watched as she grabbed a fluffy towel and rubbed herself down. She bent over, her firm 34DD tits hanging in front of me as she moved the towel up her long toned legs, tanned from the long, hot southern summer. Finished drying, she took out a bottle of expensive body lotion and began to smother herself in the exotic balm. The rich scent filled the room, driving me crazier as she massaged it over her flesh, covering every inch with the heavenly scent. Her nipples began to stick out slightly from the attention, her large pink aureole flushed and aroused. Finally, she looked over at me.
“I’ll need the sexiest pantyhose you can find in my drawers, darling. Stockings, I think, with a suspender belt. A nice matching bra too – I won’t be needing any panties, will I?” I shook my head no, the colliding emotions and urges rendering me speechless.
“That’s right, not tonight!” she laughed, a little unkindly.
My hands shook as I delved through the silky, lacy mass of her underwear drawer, trying to find appropriate garments while watching her walk to her wardrobe. Geri selected a long black evening dress, one that I knew had the most daring split down the side, as well as a plunging front that allowed full view of her ample cleavage. Bending over in front of me to pick up shoes, I caught a quick glimpse of her smooth pussy, already showing signs of moistness in anticipation of the wicked evening she had planned.
When she stood up, she looked round at me knowingly, and walked towards me with her dress in one hand, and the most impossibly high pair of black, strappy stilettos in the other. She tapped me on the head lightly with the shoes.
“These are your favourite, aren’t they, my darling little husband?”
Still speechless, I could only nod glumly.
“Hmmm. And did you happen to sneak a look at my hidden delights just now, you naughty man?!?” she demanded, a stricter tone in her voice now. Again, I nodded. She reached out a long leg and shoved me, hard, with the bottom of her foot. In my crouched position, I could do nothing to stop myself falling over. I lay there as she towered over me, glaring down at me with an imperious look on her face.
“I told you NOT to do that! I warned you! They are forbidden delights to you unless I expressly tell you otherwise, you know that!” Her eyes fell to my crotch, where my manhood was straining pathetically against my jeans. She laughed quietly, making my face burn in humiliation.
“Aw, look!” she exclaimed. “My little man is getting all excited! Why don’t you stand up, you big stud?!?” Laughing again to herself, she sat back on the bed, resting with her weight on her arms as she surveyed me. I climbed to my feet, her underwear in my hands.
“Just give all that to me, hubby dearest. That’s the last time YOU’LL be touching it tonight!” she rapped, her sharp tone slicing through my head. I followed her instructions, my heart beating and my cock straining. Her anger quickly subsided as she examined the underwear I had selected.
“Oh yes, darling, those are just perfect!” she thrilled as she examined the sheer black stockings with the dark seam running through them, fingering the material thoughtfully. “I think he will just love them, won’t he, dear?”
I could only mumble a reply as she moved round me, sitting down at her dressing table to apply her makeup. As she applied some thick mascara to her eyelids, she tortured me in her slow drawl.
“You’ve gone very quiet! Are you upset at your wife going off on a date with another man? I thought you liked it like this! Are you going to ask me to stop, dear? Are you going to ask me to give up the one thing I really want?”
“No”, I replied quietly.
“And what is it I want, darling, can you tell me?”
“A big cock” I muttered.
“That’s right dear, a nice long, thick pole; much bigger than your tiny little prick!” I was almost coming just with her words and the cruel images they generated in my head. She stopped speaking as she applied some fire-engine red lipstick to match her bright red fingernails painted hours before. The effect was instant sluttiness. Makeup finished, she selected a delicate necklace from her jewellery box, attaching it behind her neck. As she reached her arms back, her tits stretched up, magnificent and untouchable. Her tone was lower now, almost guttural, as she resumed her tormenting questions.
“So, who am I going out with tonight dear?”
“Dave.” I gulped, my throat constricting at the thought of my wife’s muscle-bound gym instructor taking her out for a night.
“Oooh, that’s right! And he has got a big tool! It just ripples in his shorts when he’s working out! I can’t wait to see it later!” She reached back into her jewellery box and slipped her wedding and engagements rings on, causing further despair in my gut at her wanton abandon for my feelings. It must have shown on my face, too, because she smiled maliciously at me as she walked past me to the bed. I turned and watched as she began to dress. As she rolled the stockings up her legs, she spoke to me again.
“Now dear, I am going to have to tell your punishment. I can’t let you away with that little indiscretion, you know!” She carefully clipped her suspender belt onto the tops of the stockings. “I know you think you are going to be following me the whole night, then coming back here to spy on me from the wardrobe, but I don’t think you deserve that treat now. You can follow us to the bar, but after that, I forbid you to enter the same building as me until 6 a.m.” Harsh as it was, I knew better than to argue, as anything I said could result in even stricter punishments. Anyway, she hadn’t said I couldn’t look in from outside! I just nodded, and looked suitably chastened.
Geri pulled on a half-cup, lacy bra, jet black to match her suspenders. It pushed her chest out and up, forcing the tremendously firm globes of flesh together to form a deep ravine of cleavage. She stood in her underwear on one foot, then on the other, slipping on her stilettos. She walked a few steps towards the bed, and I admired the taut muscles in her legs, as the high heels pushed up and accented her calves, and the sheer black stocking material clung to every shapely curve. Lifting the black dress, she slipped it down over her head and swivelled to examine the result in the huge wall mirror beside the bed. With the slutty makeup and expensive dress and shoes, she was a stunning contradiction; poised and provocative, elegant and vampish. Smiling at herself, she walked into the hall, picked up her bag and headed out the door, without as much as a word to me. Her complete lack of regard for me caught me by surprise at first, than drove my arousal even higher!
I watched out the window as a large sports car roared down the street and screeched to a halt. My lovely wife stepped in and gave the driver a long, hard kiss. As she turned away from him, I could see her smeared lipstick framing a fiendish grin on her beautiful face, before the car catapulted away from the kerb and out of my sight.
I hurried to my car and drove aimlessly, waiting for a message from my wife to tell me where to drive. My mind was working overtime imagining where she was and what she could be doing. Almost an hour had passed when my phone beeped. O’Shaughnessy’s. Hands really shaking now, I drove downtown and parked around the corner from the building, on a dimly-lit side-street. My stomach was heaving as I walked in and stood at the end of the bar, not daring to look about. I ordered a beer from the bartender, and took a long, long pull from the bottle. Finally, I plucked up the courage to look around me.
To my right, about ten yards away and completely alone at the end of the bar, sat my wife and her gym instructor. They were perched on high bar stools and were obviously engrossed in each other. Geri had her back to me, laughing riotously at something he was saying, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Dave’s eyes passed across me over her shoulder without stopping – he had never met me, but I was still relieved not to be recognised and completely humiliated! As they talked, I noticed that he kept watching the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive. The other thing I noticed was that Geri was getting drunker by the minute, sinking back large vodka and cokes, and laughing loudly. My ears burned as the sound of her laughter got more and more raucous, clearly enjoying herself with this hunk. She hardly stopped touching him, a hand lightly resting on his muscled arm or moving down his large thighs, her fingers trailing across his wide chest or ruffling his dark Italian hair.
I ordered another beer, dragging this one out as long as I could as I watched them. Dave leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She giggled, looked round a little stupidly, and then shuffled a little closer to him. I held my breath as I saw his hand slide along the slit in her dress and reach the top of her thighs. He grinned, doubtlessly feeling the stocking tops and suspender belt. He whispered something else, and I could see the burn spread across my wife’s neck. She shook her head no, slowly. I could see his eyebrows rise in surprise. He reached down, and I saw her knees slowly part! Knowing what was happening, I moved discreetly past them round the bar to get a better view. Now Geri faced me over Dave’s shoulder, but I didn’t have to worry about what she would do if she saw me, as her eyes were completely closed. Dave’s hand was between her legs, her dress riding up around her knees as he played with her pantyless crotch. She was clearly enjoying the examination he was giving her, as she soon began to squirm on the stool. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand, obviously not wanting to draw too much attention. Geri’s face was a picture! She leaned over and whispered in his ear now, intimating things I could only dream of. He shook his head, looking at his watch and then the door. Just then, two men entered and looked around. They were bodybuilders too, tight T-shirts stretched across ripped pecs and pumped arms, cropped blond hair and impossible tans, easily over 6ft each. Dave stood up to greet them, and for the first time I saw that he was a giant, maybe 6’6” or 6’7”. He towered over Geri as he introduced Rob and Ted. She looked mesmerised, and I could see her mind working overtime at the implications of these two showing up at the bar. Whatever she thought was going to happen, she looked delighted with her prospects. My heart was pounding at this turn of events, and at my wife’s gleeful reaction to it!
Dave announced to the group that it was time to move on as it was getting late, and my heart sank as I remembered my punishment. I couldn’t follow them in anywhere! If they went to a nightclub, I was in for a long night! My wife swept out of the bar with her trio of hunks, this time throwing me a wicked grin and a long, slow wink over her shoulder as she left. Not once had I seen her so much as glance at me in the bar, but she’d been aware of my presence the entire time! I rushed to the door and followed them as they walked around the corner. Up ahead, the little party had stopped. Dave’s hand caressed Geri’s butt as he manoeuvred her into his car, and the other two whistled at the sight of her long, luscious legs appearing through the dress as she stepped into the back. Dave laughed as Rob and Ted quickly dived into the back of the car after her, eager to further their acquaintance with her.
I got into my car and started the engine, waiting to see where they would go. Dave drove much more slowly than I expected, and I thought I understood why. Geri was really getting to grips with his two friends in the back seat, and he was savouring the show! Following behind, I could see her mashing her face into Rob’s in a frenzy, with Ted looking on with a big smile on his face. She snogged Rob for an age, tongues wetly duelling. Eventually, Ted’s head disappeared from view. I couldn’t see anything that was happening below shoulder level, but from the way Dave was driving, I guessed things were hotting up on his back seat.
Their car stopped at traffic lights, and I moved alongside, peering in frantically, trying to get a better look. There was no danger of any of the car’s occupants spotting me, as they were totally engrossed in their sordid little display. My wife’s dress had been pulled down beneath her chest, and her tits lifted from the constraint of the bra. Ted was sucking relentless on one nipple while twisting the other with his fingers, then alternating his attentions to other tit. Even from a distance, I could see how aroused my wife’s sensitive nipples had become from his efforts, engorged and dark pink, filled with blood. Rob was still tonguing her mouth brutally, his hand up her dress, pleasuring her pussy. My wife was being completely mauled by these two strangers, and she looked like she was enjoying every second! As I drove past the car, I caught a glimpse of her hand, jerking frantically at Rob’s impressive cock.
Dave spun the car without warning into the next street. It was ours! I had been so caught up in Geri’s antics, I hadn’t realised Dave’s intended destination. I turned around and drove down the street, moving past the house slowly, watching as my beautiful, slut wife got out of the car, her dress falling back into place, adjusting her chest back into the bra and under the dress. As the quartet made their way into the house, I parked down the street and hurried back to my home. Crouching down beside the lounge window, I watched Geri open a couple of windows, probably to enable me to hear the proceedings and suffer a little more. The guys arranged themselves on the couches, talking to each other in a jokey, expectant manner. I could hear their voices clearly in the night, discussing Geri as if she wasn’t there.
“Man, Dave, what a hot piece of ass you have here!” Rob chuckled.
“She’s a real slut Dave, she just loved what she was getting in the car!” added Ted. “Where’s her husband?”
“He’s been sent out for the night!” said Dave. “Tell the boys why, slut!” My face burned at the tone he was using to my wife; harsh, superior and knowing.
“I want to get fucked!” Geri blushed, mumbling.
“Come on, tell them what you told me!”
“I want to get fucked by someone with a big cock. My husband’s cock is tiny, and Dave’s is so big. I just want something to fill me, to really satisfy me!” Her voice was clearer, stronger, her desire evident in her tone.
“Tell them what you are, slut!”
“I’m a cheap, cheating slag. I’m a little cock-whore who wants to have rampant sex with other men!” Geri was growing into the role now, relishing the filthy words leaving her mouth at her instructor’s encouragement.
Dave laughed and told her to come over and kneel down. She did as she was told, unsteady in her stilettos now, trembling with arousal at the authority in his tone. All the poise and elegance was gone now, her desire for this huge man overriding everything else.
“Fix us all a drink, and bring in a chair from the kitchen. Put some music on. And ask my friends if they’d like a blowjob.”
Geri scurried about, doing as she was told. All done, she stopped in front of Rob. She had recovered some of her earlier confidence, and stood with a fist on her hip, one leg on the sofa beside him, allowing a view of her long, shapely legs and hairless pussy. She slowly raised an eyebrow and drawled in her soft Southern voice, more than a hint of come-on in her tone.
“Can I do anything for you, cowboy?”
“Suck me off, you fucking slut!” uttered Rob. My wife let out an animal growl and fell on his crotch like a starving animal. She had that piece of meat in her mouth in seconds, deep-throating like a real pro, devouring his cock like she hadn’t seen one in months! Rob moaned loudly, throwing his head back at the wet sensation of her mouth and tongue sucking his tool. I watched as he stroked my wife’s bobbing head encouragingly. Geri was kneeling on the floor, legs pressed together. With one hand she stroked Rob’s tool as she lovingly slobbered on his manhood, and with the other she kneaded and squeezed his balls. Rob occasionally grabbed her hand and slipped it under his ass, trying to get her to stimulate him there, but Geri had always been extremely squeamish about anything remotely anal, so she kept moving her hand back. Rob thrust off the sofa each time anyway, but instead of my wife flinching from this, she shoved her head down harder to take him further, completely deep-throating him, her pert little nose burying itself in his pubes.
“Fucking hell!” he groaned. “I’m going to come.”
“On her face!” ordered Dave.
“Oh God, yes!” Geri exclaimed, looking up at him. “Come on my face, you dirty bastard!”
This sent Rob over the edge, and my wife pulled back and jerked Rob off into her face, hanging her tongue out like a dog as spunk spurted onto her forehead, into her eyes, down her nose and into her mouth. She was darting her tongue round her face to gobble up as much of his juice as she could, one hand still on his softening knob. Rob ran his fingers round her face, scooping up the sperm and letting my wife suck it off his fingers. Face sticky, she leaned forward and lovingly sucked the dripping end of his knob, finishing up the last of the spunk she so obviously craved. Dave applauded slowly, Geri turning round on the floor to smile at him.
“Not bad!” said Dave. “How was it for you Rob?”
“She’s a dirty little whore, Dave! That was fantastic!”
“Is that what you are, Geri?”
“Yes Dave, I am” I heard my wife say proudly. “I’m just a dirty whore, and I love sucking men off.”
“How dirty can you be, Geri? How are you going to prove to me that you’re the filthiest little slut I could ever find? Let’s face it, a blow-job, that’s pretty tame if you ask me! I’m not sure if you’re doing enough to make me want to fuck you…”
Geri looked dismayed, but I was intrigued by this! My wife had just been as enthusiastic at sucking cock as I’d ever seen her. I had no idea what more she could do. Geri got to her feet with determination – and spunk – all over her face.
“Anything, Dave. I’ll do anything you say. Just tell me. I’ll fuck all three of you if that’s what you mean.”
“Oh yes, you will! If I think you deserve it!” Dave said. “And we’ll take you in any hole we want, isn’t that right?” Trepidation clouded Geri’s face at the implication of ass sex.
“See? You’re just a boring little housewife. What a waste of time! C’mon guys, let’s go fine some real action!”
“No wait!” cried my wife. “Please don’t go! I’ll try it then. You can fuck my ass; just promise me you won’t hurt me.”
The three of them laughed at this.
“Yeah, sure, I promise. But you’re going to have to do everything I say,” said Dave. “And I mean EVERYTHING, slut.”
Geri nodded, afraid of what was going to happen, but more afraid of them walking out the door and depriving her of the cocks she longed for.
“Now, you seemed a little reluctant to touch Rob’s ass there when you were sucking him, so let’s try it again with Ted this time. On your knees, whore!”
My wife slowly knelt down, still fully clothed, as Ted unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the ground. Geri was soon wanking him to an erection, licking all over his sizeable cock. Slowly, she took him in her mouth, her saliva coating his cock as it slid in and out between her full, luscious red lips.
“God, she’s good!” exclaimed Ted. “What a cock-sucker!”
Dave had knelt down beside her and was roughly groping her tits through her dress, which seemed to getting Geri wilder by the second. She was grunting around Ted’s cock in her mouth, reaching round frantically with one hand to try and grope Dave’s monster cock through his jeans. He grabbed her hand and forced it up between Ted’s legs to his ass. She resisted and Dave took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly.