My job was to serve drinks and keep the girls happy. As the night progressed they started to enjoy ordering me around and commenting on my various body parts. I work out regularly and I’m in pretty good shape, so my wife obviously enjoyed showing me off. As my wife had commanded, I was wearing tight jeans and a tight T-shirt, there was not much to hide.
As I was bending down to pick up some empty glasses from the table one of her friends started squeezing my butt and commenting on its firmness. Now I had to go from girl to girl, each of them squeezing and touching my butt. The consensus was, definitely nice and definitely better than the beefy guys on the posters on the walls. One of her friends commented that if they had Playgirl Magazines to look at instead of Playboy they could actually compare me to the models in the magazine.
My wife, already slightly drunk, told them that I actually had a subscription to Playgirl magazine and that she often caught me reading the new arrivals while touching myself. The girls gasped in disbelief. I turned beet red. My wife told me to get a few copies. I returned with three of the most recent magazines, and the girls started to leaf through them.
One of them, squeezing my butt again, asked me which model I liked best while pointing to a muscular young stud with a giant uncircumcised cock on half mast, the tip of the cock peeking out of its foreskin hood.
Finally, she unceremoniously opened my belt buckle, ripped out the belt, unzipped me, and pulled down my pants and underwear. My fully erect uncircumcised cock sprung free in full view of everybody. Unlike the model’s in the magazine, my cock was so hard that the foreskin had rolled back completely. The girls were cheering her on, and of course my wife, taking the bait, told me to sit down, take the magazine and do what according to her I normally do when the new Playgirl arrives in the mail.
So I took the magazine with the muscular guy and his giant semi-erect cock and started to touch myself. The girls surrounded me cheering with drinks in hand, eating potato chips and commenting on the model, me stroking myself including my foreskin sliding back and forth over my cock’s head, and asking how I would like to have that big cock stuffed down my throat. This was too much for me. A couple more strokes and I exploded, shooting a giant load right in the face of the Playgirl hunk. All the girls were clapping their hands and screaming.
My wife swirled her finger in my cum puddle, dripping from the face of the Playgirl model and stuck her finger into my mouth, kissing me me on the cheek. The girls thanked my wife for the show and suggested that I serve them for the rest of the night naked. I was in heaven. The girls made a point to accidentally touch my dick once in a while and even though I got instantly hard again several times they completely ignored me.
What a torture and what a wonderful night. Afterwards I told my wife I would owe her for quite some time.
