I never was very much with the ladies. More a beer and skittles man really. My wife, Alison is much different, though. Considerably younger than me and standing more than four inches taller, she has a voracious appetite for life and that includes sex. Personally, I have never really seen the fascination with sex that Alison has. I have a reasonable collection of porn movies that I keep at home and much prefer to watch them than actually indulge in the real thing. That was until recently when my wife became my Mistress and my whole life changed quite dramatically.
It all started a few weeks ago. It was a Tuesday evening and I had been enjoying a quiet few drinks and a game of pool with some friends at a local bar. As usual, Alison had refused to accompany me, claiming that it would be just another very tedious evening and that, frankly, she would prefer to watch paint dry! I was quite pleased that I was going by myself, things between my wife and I had not been good recently and I knew that if she had come, she would have spent the entire time ridiculing me and annoying my friends.
The evening went well and at about 10:00pm I decided that it was time for me to leave. I hadn't consumed many drinks, so I thought it would be safe for me to drive my car home. As I approached my house, I saw the familiar sight of Alison's new sports car pulling out of the drive. As usual she was revving the engine hard and the tyres screeched noisily on the tarmac as she sped off down the road. I wondered where the hell she was going at this time of night. I was used to her following her own pursuits, but at this hour? Mt curiosity piqued, I slipped my Volvo into gear and pulled out into the main road. I didn't know why I was following her, only that it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Alison's Porsche wove in and out of the light, evening traffic. The streets in our part of town are well lit so it wasn't difficult for me to keep track of her. I knew that she wasn't looking out for me, but I hung well back. For some reason I didn't want her to see me at all. Eventually I followed the red sports car into the East side of town. This area is quite different to where we live: hookers hang out on the street corners often accompanied by their pimps or minders and every other store is either a fast food joint or a sex shop. I was quite concerned when I saw Alison's car pull over to the side of the road about a hundred yards in front of me. I quickly found my own parking space and climbed out making sure to lock all the doors as I went. I kept an eye on my wife and my curiosity increased further as I looked at what she was wearing. Gone were the usual seats she wore around the house. The had been replaced by a slinky, off the shoulder dress in red and black tights or stockings (I was a little too far away to tell the difference. She'd also had her hair done: The golden, blonde locks piled high on her head and her make-up looked thick and gaudy. I watched as she walked though one of the shop doorways. I made a mental note of which doorway and wandered, as casually as my pounding heart would allow, towards the store.
The shop front was brightly lit and called "Pussy's". Even if the name hadn't given away what sort of trade they did, the photograph's of semi-naked women that adorned the windows left the idle browser in no doubt. A Large, suited man stood on the door, barring my entrance with his muscular body and pointing to a hand written sign indicating the price of admission.
"It's a good show, man" he said in a gruff, growling voice, "all private cubicles and you can watch the girls. They do everything, man. They fuck, they suck, they finger themselves. Great show, come on in." I had little choice. A few other guys had formed behind me, blocking any escape. I handed over the admission price and entered. It was dark and gloomy inside. The desk clerk looked me up and down quickly and smiled a smirky kind of grin. He pointed towards a corridor with locked doors and handed me a key with a number on it. It didn't take me long to locate the corresponding door number, and opening the lock I entered a small dimly lit cubicle. There was a window against one wall and, once I had re-locked the door behind me, a light above the window came on automatically so that I could see through the glass. I'm not sure exactly what I expected to see, but the sight of my wife and another semi-nude woman cavorting around the floor, certainly wasn't it!
My heart leapt in my chest as I took in the scene. Alison and the other woman were almost naked. My wife's companion was also tall with striking features and long, flame red hair that fell in curls over her shoulders. I had seen strip shows before but nothing on this scale and certainly not with my wife as one of the main attractions! As I began to watch, Alison and her new friend were engaged in a long, wet kiss. Their hands roamed each others bodies with enthusiasm; every inch of flesh seemed to be touched, squeezed or caressed as the two women became more aroused. There was a bench seat in the cubicle and I sat down heavily.
I knew that Alison was highly sexual, but never dreamed in a million years that she was bisexual. My gaze wandered around the brightly lit room where the two women were performing. It seemed to be almost circular and I could see windows, presumably from other, occupied cubicles, surrounding the girls. I gasped slightly as I realised that, below each window was a small hole. I could see cocks protruding from some of these openings and noted that some were already erect and hard. I looked down at my own window. Sure enough, a small hole padded with some sort of soft, felt-like fabric had been placed in a perfect position.
The two women were now lying on a strip of carpet on the floor. They were head to toe in a classic "sixty-nine" position and I watched with further fascination as the red-head lowered her head between my wife's thighs and swiped a long, pink tongue over Alison's slit. It was just like watching one of my porn movies (two women together was always one of my favourites), and I could feel the tension in my loins as I began to develop an erection. Gently I squeezed myself through my pants, still not happy about releasing my cock for a full masturbation session, as the girls began to writhe and twist in front of me as they tongued each others vagina's. Alison was wailing loudly, her legs spread wide open and her pussy on show for all to see as she humped her hips up towards her lovers lips in an obvious attempt to maintain as much contact with the red-heads lips and tongue as possible. It was clear that this was not at all faked, and as both girls came in a screaming orgasm, I could see more pricks protruding through the holes in the surrounding wall.
Alison and the red-head were now touring round past the occupied windows, stopping every now and then to stroke or briefly suck on of the cocks that poked through. It was obvious that the cubicles were not sound proofed as I could hear moans of satisfaction coming from the occupants. I was so excited, I couldn't resist it. As I watched the red-head approach my area, I quickly unzipped my pants and without thinking, stuck my erect cock through the hole. The build up of anticipation was almost electric. She had stopped at the cubicle next to mine and was sucking the guys cock for all she was worth. My cock twitched as I waited for her to finish with my neighbour.
I was so busy watching the red-head that I had lost sight of Alison. My heart jumped out of my chest and into my mouth as the familiar figure of my wife suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of my window. The glass was smoked and so it was difficult for the girls to see their audience, but I tried to pull away quickly all the same. But it was too late. Alison's hand gripped my hard tool in a vice like hold and began jerking me back and forth. She was so close to the window that I could see the slopes of her naked breasts and the full pink nipples that adorned them. She was jerking me off with expert strokes and I knew that I was about to cum. The seed was boiling in my testicles and preparing for the quick journey up through my shaft. I felt my knees go weak and my thighs tremble. This is it I thought, I'm going to cum in my wife's hand without her even knowing it's me.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss" I couldn't stifle my cry of ecstasy as my semen shot from my dick and filled her hand.
My eyes were closed, but I could tell something was not quite right. Alison's touch on my penis had disappeared. I opened my eyes and saw that my wife had cupped her hands to her face and was peering in through my window. Her eyes widened as she recognised me. I heard her call to the red-head and then disappear herself. I wondered what I should do. My brain ticked over frighteningly slowly before the decision to run occurred to me. By that time it was too late. The red-head had scooped up my softening cock in her hand and was holding on to it tightly; disallowing any form of escape. I tried to pull away, but it was too painful. She held me too tightly. A second later my worst fears came true when I heard the door to my cubicle open and the familiar voice of my wife ringing in my ears.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed at me "How dare you follow me!"
"I..I..I'm sorry, Ali," I stammered as I felt the hold on my cock being released and I turned to face my wife. "I just wanted to -"
"Shut up. I don't want to hear any of your pathetic excuses." She grabbed my arm and began pulling me towards the open door. "If you want to be involved, then I'm gonna make sure you are. Come with me you little shit!"
Everything happened so quickly then. I was dragged by my arm, still fully clothed but with my soft and abused cock still hanging from my fly, out of my cubicle, along the corridor and into the main room where the red-head was waiting for me. Once inside, I was virtually thrown towards the second woman. Both her and my wife were dressed only in black stockings and high heeled shoes. Their breasts swung as they moved and I could see the moisture on their pussies glisten. I am a slightly built man, and was no match for the two tall women as I felt hands on my shoulders forcing me to my knees in front of the red-head. Now in a direct line with her well trimmed vagina, I could smell the aroma of her orgasm still fresh on her labia. I knew what she wanted and what was expected of me and slowly bent my head towards her pussy.
"Come on, eat her out!" cried my wife as I began to lick gingerly at the light red pubes of her friend. "Faster, come on eat her you weasel!"
I felt my head pushed firmly into the woman's vagina and began to sweep my tongue up and over her engorged clitoris. I could hear her moaning out above me and felt her heat as she ground her cunt against my now very wet face. I continued for another five or six minutes before the hands behind my head tightened on me and I felt a warm flow of liquid oozing out onto my face as she orgasmed loudly.
