Gina Gets Played

I have always thought my wife was one extraordinary beauty but it’s not just a starry-eyed husband speaking here- I knew her for years prior to our being married and I know many men (and some women) who thought the same thing of her. She has it all- 5’7” with long shapely legs that go all the way up to a perfect butt, a small waist, and large breasts with phenomenally large nipples that get lots of notice when erect. With her big brown eyes, high cheekbones and thick brunette hair, she attracts attention wherever she goes, and she knows it. Gina loves to play the game which makes her even sexier. Sometimes, though, I like to play her without her consent, which leads me to our latest adventure.

It was a beautiful summer night and warm enough for her to decide she could go out with little clothing and have some fun- but only to a point. She decided to wear her demi-bra, which only covered her breasts to just below her nipples, giving her support while at the same time maximizing what she knows is one of her finest assets- those large, hard nips of hers. Over her bra, she wore a thin white top, with buttons all the way down the front. She figured the blouse was not so thin as to show anything except perhaps the faintest hint of brown. She also decided to wear a tiny pair of paper shorts with no panties, thinking that she could show lots of leg without going too far. That’s how she likes to do things- suggestive but not slutty. I had different ideas.

The plan was to go with a couple to a biker bar nearby. This is an outdoor bar that our friends had a financial interest in, so most of the regulars were known to us. My friend, Jim, has always had a thing for Gina but he is married himself and would never think of making a move- at least while he was sober. We met him and his wife at the bar and sat on the stools with our beers. Gina, of course, was the center of attention and loving it. Other patrons who knew Jim would walk up to say hi to him, but it was obvious they wanted to get a good look at my wife.

After about her third beer, I decided it was time to play and leaned over to hug her, tell her how much I loved her, and at the same time, I popped her top button off her blouse. I had just been intending to unbutton it but it was a pretty flimsy thing and the buttons came off easily. She noticed right away but there wasn’t much she could do- she hadn’t thought to bring a sewing kit.

“Stop it!” she hissed at me, but it was too late- the deed was done. I just sat back and smiled at her.

“Oops,” I said.

She glanced down at her blouse and saw that anyone sitting next to her, if she leaned forward just right, could get a glimpse of the exposed top of her breasts, including her nipples. She decided she would just sit upright and not allow herself to help with the exposure. I wasn’t too worried about it- I knew she was just a beer or two away from being careless.

I saw Jim glance over and I could tell that he noticed she had one less button holding things together. There was definitely some cleavage that had not been visible before. I knew he would not be able to resist trying to get a peek.

As I had expected, after a couple of more beers, Gina had quit trying to cover up and was actually enjoying the men around her who were all vainly trying to see down her blouse. She would occasionally laugh and lean over a bit to tease, but she still had some control. It was time for another button.

I leaned over to kiss her and in the process, yanked off another button. She gave me a dirty look but with everyone around, there wasn’t much she could do without being obvious. She glanced down at her shirt and realized that she no longer had full control over what the other men at the bar could view. Her deep cleavage was obvious from a distance but anyone standing next to her would have an unobstructed view of her breasts all the way to the top of the bra- which also meant her nipples were on display. She also had no control of how hard they were, and by now her dark brown nipples were rock hard and nearly an inch long, thick as a man’s thumb.

Jim was standing next to her and I saw that he could not resist lightly tugging at her blouse to get a better view. I knew which head was doing his thinking when he reached inside her shirt with one finger to stroke one of her nipples. Gina tried to pull her shirt back closed but Jim had a firm grasp on the edge of it and was also tugging. He had kept his fingers inside so that he could feel her hard nipples against the back of his hand. Gina kept trying to push away but if she pushed too hard, she would be in the middle of a bunch of men that she didn’t know or like as well as Jim.

Gina finally grasped Jim’s hands and pried them from inside her shirt and forcibly moved his hand down to her legs, thinking that would be a safer area and that she would have more control, but Jim was as out of control as I had ever seen him. My wife has beautiful, shapely legs and she was showing a lot of them. When she moved Jim’s hand down to her leg, he just moved up and grabbed her shorts, pulling them up until he had exposed one side of her pussy, the dark brown curly hair springing into sight and then her slit, dark through the hair. She again tried to forcibly move his hand away, but he was staying put, two fingers riffling through the soft hairs, then one finger extending to brush against her vaginal lips.

I knew Jim no longer had control- he was finally seeing and touching my wife where he had only dreamt of before and the combination of the beer and his hard-on were controlling him now. He leaned close into my wife, putting his lips against her ear and I saw he was saying something. She was trying to answer and regain control of her shorts and pussy, but she was having a hard time pulling his hands away. While she was occupied with Jim, another guy standing on the other side of her decided this was a good time to make a move and he pulled on her blouse, popping two more buttons, opening her shirt to her waist so that the top of both her breasts were now completely exposed and both nipples visible.

About this time, Jim moved his lips to Gina’s, holding her in a long kiss, making it impossible for her to defend herself against the other man at the bar who had decided to unbutton every button on her blouse. When the kiss broke, she grabbed both sides of her blouse and tried to cover up, but Jim by now had put his hands inside the waist band of her shorts and was trying to move them down, so when she moved her hands to stop him, the second man started to push her bra straps off her shoulders. She couldn’t fight them both at the same time, so she decided to try to keep her bra on, which was a mistake. Jim yanked her shorts off her and she was naked from the waist down.

There was a circle of men watching now, and some women as well. Gina was so pissed at Jim that she lunged at him, but that just allowed two other men to grab her blouse and rip it to shreds, at the same time tearing the bra in half. She stood in front of the men, her large naked chest heaving from the struggle, her nipples erect, her perfect butt and pussy completely exposed to the men around her.

She tried to cover herself with her hands but the men there were having none of that. They held her arms away from her body so they could see her in her nudity. One man even went so far as to lean over and start to suck on one of her huge nipples. That was when Jim seemed to come to and realize what had happened. He pushed the guy off her breast and pulled her close, then pulled her away from the crowd into the manager’s office. Gina was still shell-shocked. I was a little surprised myself about how fast the crowd had gotten out of control. The other people at the bar turned back to their drinks, laughing about the show they had seen. I sneaked around to screened porch so I could see everything that was going on inside the office.

When I looked inside, I saw that Gina was trying to rearrange her blouse, but did not even seem to notice that she was still completely nude below the waist. Jim had noticed, though, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife’s pussy. Gina looked up from her blouse and realized what Jim was looking at, but instead of trying to cover up, I saw her look down at his crotch and I saw her lips move. I realized that I would be able to see but not hear. She was obviously saying something to Jim in reference to his crotch, because I saw him look down at his pants and then say something to Gina.

She shook her head no but was smiling at him. I had figured that she would have been mad at him for his role in her public stripping, but she now seemed amused about the whole thing. She walked to Jim and hugged him, then kissed him lightly on the cheek, then looked at his face for a moment and kissed him on his lips. They embraced and kissed for a few seconds, then I saw her shake her head again to something Jim said. I saw Gina unbuckle Jim’s belt and unsnap the top of his jeans, then pull them apart and causing them to come unzipped. First she just stood there looking down at his cock that she had sprung loose from his pants, then she stepped back a step, laughed and kissed him again, except her angle seemed to be a bit awkward. I was puzzled about why everything looked so odd when I realized it was because she was holding him with one arm while the other arm was in front of her, between her and Jim.

Then I got it- she was giving him a hand job. I saw her look down at her hand and say something to Jim, and I imagined it was some kind of compliment about his size. Jim was moving his hips, and appeared to be trying to penetrate my wife while they were standing up, but she was having none of it. She kept a firm grasp on his cock she would occasionally rub the head against her slit, occasionally allowing him to partially enter, just enough of the head so that he knew how close he was, but she never let him go all the way inside. Her teasing apparently worked, because Jim suddenly bucked and then grabbed her and pulled her tight against him. She just stayed in his arms until his shuddering had subsided, then took off her blouse to use as a towel to clean off. When she turned away, I saw big gobs of jism on her bush, stomach, and even on her breasts.

I knew things were done and hurried back to the bar. Jim found me a few minutes later and told me that Gina was at the car waiting for me. As we walked back to the car, he was feeling me out, trying to find out how much I had seen. I pretended I had walked away early on and did not see the groping and stripping. He seemed a little more comfortable after that and when we got to the car, Gina was already inside, wearing some clothes she must have found in the office, sweatpants and a flannel shirt. She waved good bye to him and we drove off. When I asked her if she was mad at me for pulling off her buttons, all she said was that she should be and it was never mentioned again.