“We’ve been invited out tonight,” she said as I took her coat off and kissed her cheek.
“Really?”
“Well I’ve been invited but I’d like you to come too.”
“Did you accept?”
“Of course I did, it’s my boss.”
“Oh I see, the one who wants to get into your panties?”
“That’s the one. Only tonight, he’s going to succeed.”
“And what the hell am I going to be doing while he’s, he’s –?”
“Fucking me?”
“Well, yes.”
“You can watch darling. I want you to see me being fucked.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“That’s easy,” she laughed. “I’ll go without you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Listen, David, and listen well. You’re the one who wanted to see me with another man, remember? The swinging bit was your idea too. Only, you got cold feet so we went home. Well, I’m not about to get cold feet. I want to be fucked by another man. I want to feel another man’s cock inside me and I’m going to do it tonight with or without you. It’s your choice.”
“I’ll go. You know I will.”
“Okay, but just remember, you’re the one who wanted to be humiliated.”
I dropped my head, unable to meet her gaze.
“I’ll remember, but can I dress you?”
“Sure, but if it’s too outrageous, I’ll change it, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Right. Go and draw me a bath and I want my pussy shaving. You can do that for me.”
“I like your little bush!” I protested.
“I know but he wants me completely hairless.”
I felt my prick harden as I ran her bath. At least I was going to be close to her beautiful little pussy while I was shaving her and I was going to see her being fucked by another man at last.
She’d always had a high sex drive, a very high sex drive and she’d readily agreed to try swinging. She was right, though. I had been the one who called it off.
She walked into the bathroom wearing just panties, stockings and a smile as well as carrying a very large brandy.
“Take my panties off,” she said and took a slug of the drink.
I eased the sexy little garment down over her thighs and sat back to allow her to step out of it before sitting on the corner of the bath with her legs wide open.
I used my lather brush to soap her pubes and I couldn’t fail to notice the moisture clinging to her pussy lips.
“You’re very wet,” I said accusingly and she laughed.
“Of course I’m wet. I’m excited. Now take a photograph of me like this. I want to send it to him – a sort of before and after.”
“You mean you want me to take another one after I’ve shaved you?”
“Oh no, I’ll let him do that. I want one of his spunk dripping out of my pussy.”
I snapped the picture and then concentrated on shaving her precious jewel while she fiddled with her phone to send the picture. I was forced to touch her pouting sex lips purely to rub the shaving foam over the bits I’d missed.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked teasingly as I rubbed some foam around her anus.
“You’ve got a lovely little asshole,” I smiled.
“Make sure you get all the hairs off it. He might want to taste me there.”
“I’ve never even done that!”
“Yes, well, I’m refusing him nothing tonight and I mean nothing.”
She stood up then and admired herself in the mirror before taking her stockings off and climbing into the bath.
“Fetch me another drink, darling, please.”
“Are you sure? You know how you get when you drink?”
“Of course I’m sure,” she snapped. “Yes I know how I get, I get very horny. Well, I’m horny already. Just get me a drink and then leave me to get ready.”
“You said I could dress you.” I knew I was whining but I didn’t care, I wasn’t enjoying the situation.
“I’ve changed my mind. Now go and get me a drink.”
It was almost seven thirty before she came downstairs and announced that she was ready.
“Back the car up into the garage, darling,” she smiled. “I don’t want the neighbors to see me like this.”
The denim mini skirt was low on her hips, showing the little silver ring in her navel. The dark band at the top of her stockings was just visible under her hem line and the sheer white blouse clearly displayed her hard little nipples.
“You look like a slut,” I said as she got into the car and she laughed.
“Yes, I know. I just hope he likes it.”
He did. That much was obvious. He met us at the door and took my wife into his arms.
“Perfect,” he said as she draped both arms around his neck. “Absolutely perfect.”
Then he saw me standing in the doorway, feeling like a spare prick at a wedding.
“Ah, David, thank you for bringing your gorgeous little wife to me. Come in, come in and let me get you a drink.”
His hand was on her bottom as I followed them into his sumptuous home and she had an arm round his waist. She whispered something in his ear and he laughed and growled.
“Don’t you think she looks beautiful, David?” he asked as I accepted my drink.
“She is,” I agreed, “If slightly sluttish.”
“Just the way I like her,” he replied and drew her into his embrace. Their lips met and I felt slightly sick as I saw his tongue snaking between her lips and a big hand sliding beneath the back of her skirt. Even from where I sat I could see the large bulge in his trousers, my wife giggled as his hand went between her legs.
“Let’s go upstairs shall we, darling?”
Darling! She called him fucking darling!
“Switch the television on, David,” he said graciously. “I’m sure you’ll find something to amuse you on it.”
I was about to say that I was supposed to be watching them, but thought better of it when she said over her shoulder to me.
“Bring us two brandies up, David. You’ll know which room we’re in by the screams.”
They kissed again at the top of the stairs and I saw her unzipping his trousers before they disappeared around the corner.
I found the brandy and helped myself to a large one before pouring out two more and taking them upstairs. At first, I could hear nothing, but then I heard a low moan and followed it into a bedroom where my wife lay on her back still fully clothed but with her legs over her boss’s shoulders. Her panties were pulled to one side and his mouth was clamped limpet-like onto her pussy.
I stood there, feeling really stupid as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Suddenly, she saw me and told him to turn around on top of her.
“So I can suck that fucking monster,” she said with her eyes fixed firmly on mine.
“Leave us David please,” she told me. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”
Feeling like a naughty school boy, I placed the drinks down and left, turning in the doorway just in time to see both her hands round his prick guiding it into her mouth!
My prick felt like iron as I walked back downstairs. If I had masturbated, I’d have come in seconds, but I was savoring the humiliation of it. My pretty young wife was sucking another man’s prick. Perfect!
I sat downstairs for at least fifteen minutes, listening to her moans of ecstasy. God she was being royally fucked. Then my world fell apart. They came down together, her wearing just her stockings and him completely naked.
“Go home, David,” she said softly. “I’m staying the night.”
“But!”
“No buts, David,” she said cruelly. “I want a lot more of what I’ve just had and we don’t want you here.”
She took his prick in her hand and giggled.
“Besides, we’re going to try a bit of anal and I need to be really relaxed for that.”
As I watched, his prick began to grow in her hand, he was as turned on by the thought of having anal sex with her as she obviously was. He reached out a hand and casually fondled her bottom as he smiled at me.
“Face it, David, she’s a lovely little slut, isn’t she? But she wants my prick in her ass, not yours. You’ve lost her, my friend. So be a good little cuckold and leave my house immediately. And you, my dirty little slut, come on back up to my bed. Your asshole is tempting me.”
I left to face the rest of the weekend alone, totally distraught and humiliated!
