Jonathan got home from the office at about 5 PM. This was the time he got home every day, like clockwork. So it was easy for Megan to implement her plan.
Their home was not a mansion, but it was definitely high-end. They both made very good money.
Jonathan walked in through the kitchen entrance from the garage, where he had parked his BMW. Entering the dining room, he was surprised to find it had been rearranged a bit. The dining room table and chairs were made of heavy oak. The chairs were very sturdy with nice cushions and arm rests.
One of the six chairs had been moved to the middle of the room, by itself. Another had been placed to the side, against a wall. The others were all lined up on the opposite side of the table.
Hearing the door, Megan entered the dining room from the living room. Jonathan whistled, "Wow, you look hot tonight, babe."
Megan's hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a conservative skirt which complimented her full hips. A white blouse which showed off her bountiful chest without being slutty. He thought she must have had court that day. She often won juries over with her quick wit and feminine wiles.
She obviously was in the mood. She sidled up to him wordlessly, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He began to ask what had gotten into her, but she placed her finger to his lips to silence him.
As she pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his rapidly growing manhood, he chose to go along. Whatever she had in mind, he was ready. And becoming more ready by the second.
Once he was completely nude, she guided him to the lone chair in the center of the room. She stepped behind him and returned with the set of expensive leather restraints they occasionally played with. It was usually her tied up, but he was game.
She fastened his wrists to the arm rests securely, then did the same with his ankles to the front legs of the chair. She produced one last leather belt and placed it around his midsection, securing him to the back of the chair.
Now he was completely nude, his erection pointing straight up before him. He was so hard it hurt, and was hoping for a slutty blowjob, or for her to sink down onto his big cock to ride him til he came.
Imagine then, Jonathan's mortification when instead Megan walked over and sat down in the chair against the wall, completely ignoring him. She tapped a text into her phone.
Shortly, four of her friends, fellow attorneys, paraded into the room. They too ignored him, walking in single file to the other side of the dining room table. They were all dressed in the same fashion as Megan, professionally alluring.
Jonathan tried to twist his hips or move his arms to cover himself. It was obviously in vain. He was entirely exposed and could do nothing about it.
"Babe! What the fuck, Megan?!"
He was not entirely ignored. Cynthia glanced over at his naked form, her eyes went wide, and she bumped into Consuela in front of her.
The ladies each took a seat at the table facing him, sitting prim and proper.
His erection quickly flagged, and he became flaccid.
Monica, Consuela, Cynthia and Rebecca all regarded him momentarily before scanning documents laying in front of them.
Cynthia still had difficulty not staring. Megan had not exagerated. Jonathan was handsome, well-built, and now she knew he possessed the most beautiful, perfectly shaped and proportioned cock she had ever seen.
Jonathan was used to female attention, so he was not disconcerted by Cynthia's eyes upon him. He was a show-er, not a grower. So even after he lost his erection, his large penis simply lay like a slab of meat from the chair in front of him. It was large, but not enormous. The flared head was perfect for rubbing across a woman's G-spot.
And since it remained virtually the same when soft, the bulge that showed down whichever pants leg he placed it drew looks like Cynthia's all day, every day.
He WAS very nervous about what game Megan was playing. She had never shown any interest in sharing him, so he doubted this was a sex game.
He was correct.
Consuela spoke in her lovely accent, very businesslike.
"Jonathan McGregor, you stand accused of adultery."
Now he understood the arrangement of the furniture. He was placed as the defendant, his spouse as the witness, her friends as the jurist panel in a court. A court of female attorneys.
His body and his sins were laid bare before them. And he could not run.
His heart raced. "No! No! I would never! Babe, you know I would never!"
"The defendant will remain silent unless queried by the panel, or he will be gagged."
"No! This is bullshit! Megan, talk to me!"
Consuela nodded to Rebecca, who sat at one end of the table. Becky was the tallest of the group. She was definitely feminine, but she worked out. Her biceps bulged nearly as large as Jonathan's. He had often joked she could take him in a fair fight. He was not wrong.
Rebecca opened a brief case on the table and removed a gag which she held up so he could see it. The gag was not a cheap toy. It had a thick leather strap, and the gag was shaped like a short, thick, heavily veined penis. If applied, it would obviously fill his mouth so he could not speak. And it was...a dick, damnit. He stopped talking.
Rebecca sat the gag on the table in front of her, the implied threat obvious.
Consuela spoke again, "This panel will review evidence, interview the parties involved and determine any penalties to be imposed."
She looked directly at Jonathan, "How do you plead, gulity or not guilty."
"Not guilty. This is a sham...you can't do this."
"You bring up a good point. You are correct inasmuch as this is not a court of law, and we need to establish jurisdiction. Often in domestic issues, the parties involved will agree to mediation, to avoid public scrutiny or the consequences of divorce. This panel has been convened for that purpose."
She paused for that to sink in. "The defendant can submit himself to the judgment and authority of this panel, or the victim...the plaintiff...has expressed her intent to implement the GTFO option."
"What is the GTFO?" He suspected he already knew.
"Get the fuck out. If the defendant expresses an unwillingness to submit to the panel's efforts to reconcile the circumstances, the plaintiff will file for divorce."
Monica interjected, "She will take your house, half your salary, your car, boat, lake house, your dog...she will leave you with nothing but that dick you are so proud of."
Jonathan tried to put his head in his hand, but of course could not reach to connect them. The wheels were spinning.
Rebecca spoke, "May I make a suggestion?" She was speaking to the panel, not Jonathan. The others nodded.
"Perhaps we should present the evidence before the defendant answers. He obviously does not understand his position in the case."
Consuela agreed, "That does seem apparent."
Megan nodded.
Consuela, still all business, "Very well. Megan, will you describe for the panel your involvement and how we got here?"
Megan made a show of dabbing a tear with a tissue.
"Well, as you know, Jonathan and I have been married for ten years. Things had been very good. But in the last few months I began to notice an alienation of affection. He stayed late at work more often, did not want to have lunch with me very often, and his libido seemed to wane. He used to be after me all the time, but not so much lately. I don't like to ask for sex."
She paused to compose herself. "Anyway, I was suspicious, so I hired a private investigator to follow him."
Jonathan looked at her in shock and disbelief.
Consuela addressed the rest of the panel. "Monica has arranged an interview with the private investigator via Zoom."
Monica opened her laptop and tapped a few keys. The image of a woman appeared on the big screen TV mounted on a wall they could all see. The woman had long brown hair and appeared to be a bit rough.
Monica spoke, "Can you hear us, Gina?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, could you describe the results of your investigation?"
"Well. I followed Mr. McGregor and it didn't take more than a day til he met a blonde woman not his wife at what I have since learned is an apartment he rents. Over the next week he met a brunette, a redhead, and an African-American woman at the apartment..."
Jonathan was perspiring, "I can explain that! It was all business...Megan!"
Rebecca held up the penis gag again, and glared at him menacingly.
"Anyways, ya'll. When he wasn't around, I jimmied the lock on the apartment and installed some cameras. I monitored them remotely for the next month."
Monica asked, "Are you able to show us any of the video?"
"Yes, ma'am. I prepared a compilation of several of the most important...umm...events."
As the screen filled with an image of the bedroom in his clandestine apartment, Jonathan groaned, "Oh, god no..."
For the next hour snippets of sex scenes played out on the television. Images of Jonathan receiving fellatio from Mandy, of him taking Keisha from behind, of Gloria riding him cowgirl style, missionary with Jennifer; on the kitchen table with Keisha, on the patio with Jennifer, back on the bed with all of them in various positions, then pounding his erection into a woman with long brown hair from behind for a long time. Each of the women were very vocal, screaming their appreciation.
When the fifth example of Jonathan greedily performing cunnilingus on the women appeared, Megan screamed at him, crying, "You sonofabitch! You told me you didn't like eating pussy anymore!"
There was even video of Jonathan sitting by himself, watching porn and masturbating himself. When they all watched him orgasm, his large, pulsing cock ejaculating long streams of semen up several feet into the air and covering him in copious amounts of the fluid, Cynthia could not help squirming, "Oh, fuck me..."
The women all glared occasionally at him throughout the presentation. Not only because of the evidence of his infidelity. Also because, inspite of the obvious ramifications of the evidence, watching and reliving the sex with all of those beautiful women was too much. He regained his erection, which spent most of the presentation tapping him almost in the chest and seeping precum, which formed rivulets down his shaft.
When the videos ended, Monica asked, "Gina, you identified all of the other women, who was the brown haired girl with the big ass?"
Gina flushed. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. M. About three weeks in Mr. M saw me in the apartment complex parking lot and started hitting on me. After seeing what he did for those other girls...again, I'm sorry Mrs. M, I had to know..."
Monica was incredulous. "Had to know?? Gina, you fucked him six times!"
Gina blushed, "I know, I know. But once you know what that thing feels like, its hard to stop..."
Megan waved the others off, weeping, "No, its okay...what's one more? And she's right...the sonofabitch is like 'Lays' potato chips...you can't have just one..."
