So off we went to the mall again. My gorgeous wife wearing her short fly away summer skirt, and a top that swept across her breasts presenting a cleavage every man wanted to drown in. It wasn't as windy as the previous week, so she didn't flash quite as much, and I avoided the park, as I didn't want her to run into that boy again.
She chose a dress for the dance quite quickly, although it was, of course, very expensive. It was figure hugging and very sexy, a deep red colour, plain, and leaving nothing to the imagination. She found a different boy to help her try on shoes, and we left him with a big smile on his face, and a bulge in his trousers.
"So my love, shall we go and choose some underwear?"
"It's ok darling, we can save some money as I won't be wearing any."
"But that dress is so thin, everyone will see everything."
"That's the idea, I need to send out a clear message tonight. Look babe, it's going to be difficult for me to pull, as you'll be there, and my sister isn't with us this time, which is why I need a slutty dress, ok?"
"I suppose so."
With the park off limits, I had to buy my wife lunch, so she chose Cafe Rouge, which cost a lot more than we saved on the underwear.
My gorgeous wife spent hours getting ready for the dinner dance, but when she presented herself in the hall she looked fabulous. My cock strained in it's cage at the sight of her, then my stomach did a flip as I knew that she was intending to turn me into a cuckold that night.
"I've made a decision about your possible release tomorrow."
"Oh...ok."
"I've decided to make it into a little game for you. For you to get an orgasm tomorrow the following conditions have to be met. First, that I get properly fucked by a gorgeous hunk."
"Right, well, no messing about then."
"Shut up, I haven't finished yet."
"Sorry."
"Second, that he must make me cum, and third, that I must cum at least once on his cock. Do you understand? If he fucks me, but then has to use his fingers or tongue to get me off, that won't count, and you'll have to wait for next weekend."
"Please no, you can't mean that, I'm going mad with frustration!"
"Well, you'd better make sure all the conditions are met, hadn't you?"
"Yes my love, I'll try."
We arrived at the hotel and went to the bar for drinks. All the men gazed longingly at my wife, and all the women tut tutted. Dinner was boring as the women wouldn't talk to my wife, and the men daren't, and when we'd drunk the coffee I asked my wife if she'd like to dance. As we stood up, we heard a voice from behind my wife.
"Valerie, how lovely to see you again"
"Paul, fancy meeting you here. I was going to dance with my husband, but now that you're here, I'll dance with you instead. Aren't you pleased Paul is here little hubby?"
"Yes my love, very happy."
"Well you go and by us some champagne to celebrate. No need to rush back."
I walked to the bar with a storm of mixed emotions rushing around my head. It was obvious that my wife would encourage Paul to fuck her that night, and I didn't really want her to be unfaithful to me. On the other hand, the chances of me getting an orgasm that weekend had suddenly shot up. On a third hand, I was quite excited about her cuckolding me, but, wouldn't this Paul turn out to be a regular lover? I didn't want to lose her. Anyway, it was clear that the days of me having a say in my wife's fidelity were long gone.
Paul and my wife danced most of the evening, but took occasional breaks to sit at the table kissing and groping each other, drinking lots of champagne, and totally ignoring me.
Eventually my wife addressed me.
"My love, Paul and I are going to bed now. I think you need to cum and watch, just to verify that you've earned your orgasm for tomorrow. Paul has very kindly agreed to let you watch until I cum on his cock, but you mustn't say anything or interfere in any way, or he'll kick you in the balls. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"So what do you say to Paul?"
"Thank you Paul for letting me watch you fuck my wife."
"And that you hope he enjoys me."
"I hope you enjoy fucking my beautiful wife."
"Ok, let's go."
They walked towards the lifts ahead of me, arms around each other, Paul's right hand groping my wife's panty free bum cheek. As we waited for the lift my wife looked into my eyes.
"I've waited a long time for this moment. Thank you for cooperating. This is something I need, and I hope you can come to accept it as part of us."
I couldn't think of a single thing to say. Irrespective of my desperation to cum, my wife had decided that fidelity was not for her, just as she had decided that masturbating was no longer to be for me.
The lift arrived and my wife walked in first, followed by Paul, who didn't even wait for my wife to turn around, he just reached down and pulled her dress up to her waist, and, leaning against her put his arms round her waist and started to work on her pussy. I was left standing like an idiot, with no idea which button to press.
