The setup:
My wife Wendy suggested that instead of the usual friends for a dinner party, we invite some friends she has met through Twitter "to expand our friendship circle" - she's quite active on social media. And we love entertaining. I agreed, and set out a menu for the following Friday. Perfectly grilled steak with a serious merchant du vin sauce, potato wedges, some greens... and she would do the wine pairing.
Fast forward to the following Wednesday and one of the three couples announced that his wife couldn't make it due to family commitments, but may his friend visiting from Australia please join. Of course, no problem.
On the Friday, another one of the couples called last-minute that his wife had to look after the kids due to illness; they couldn't find a minder that quickly. Oh well, no harm, we'll send him home afterwards with some "take aways." I came home early to start preparing the sauce and get most of the kitchen in order, my wife was cooling some champagne, prepped the salad, set the table. Just before the guests arrived, as per usual, she went for a quick shower to freshen up, apply some make up, and be presentable. She returned 20 minutes later looking stunning, with a little black & white cocktail dress that left little to the imagination: it was tight, short, and couldn't be worn with a bra... She quickly grabbed a glass to "taste" the champagne, but I noticed how she simply downed the flute of bubbly. Her nerves clearly needed some calming.
Around 6pm the guests started to arrive - I've never met anyone of them before - and first in was James with his Ozzie friend Mike. Big bunch of flowers and some impressive Cabernet from Australia! Mike's eyes traced my wife's body and he was clearly impressed with what was being visually served here. I also spotted those beautiful slightly erect nipples... I was still running the kitchen, so only did the pleasantries and greets. Next up was Matt without his wife, again apologies, with a box of chocolates. Straight after Matt arrived Dean, and... not his wife at all, but instead Sean, a friend that my wife knows from Twitter parties. Profoundly apologised about his wife not being there - she had to do a last-minute PR appearance for her boss. They did not want to be rude and leave a seat open - just as well - and please, he knew my wife knows Sean, was it OK etc... We joked about how unorganised everyone was, and the conversation went in all different directions as the champagne started to flow.
Instead of the usual starters, we went full-tilt into the main meal, as we'd have deserts afterwards. I was killing myself in the kitchen getting all the food out: on temperature, from rare to medium, plated, served... and all this while my wife expertly played hostess to perfection. While we were all eating and laughing, I couldn't help but notice some glances between some of the friends and my wife. It was just out of the corner of my eye really... and then I thought I spotted my wife's hand moving awkwardly under the table, as if she was touching the guy next to her's leg. It was so fleeting that I was second-guessing myself.
We finished the meal, lots of compliments and politeness in the air, and my wife suggested we all take a break in the lounge to let the food settle.
"Desert comes later", she announced.
I did a quick round of clearing the table of just about everything, refusing help from our guests, while my hostess-wife kept the conversation going in the lounge. She's awesome!
The surprise:
As I finished up, I walked into the lounge, and, oh shit! What I saw and what I felt are two complete surprises... I felt two very strong men grabbing my arms, one on each side. I saw my wife in a very, very compromised situation; Dean was kissing her deeply while his hand had slipped under her dress, working her breast. Our "friend" from Australia - Mike - had his hand on her bald pussy while her already-short dress was hitched up to her navel!
"Where's her panty?", I thought.
Her hands were flung backwards against the couch's backrest. I froze, the grip on my arms intensified.
I started to say: "What the...," when the man next to me simply said:
"Don't say a word or I'll gag you."
Next thing a black pillow-case was slipped over my head and I couldn't see a thing.
"Oh fuck, they're going to take her and use her!", my mind raced.
Why was she not screaming for help?? My other senses started to heighten. I could now distinctly hear my wife's breathing. I could feel a tingle of arousal between my legs. I was getting confused - what-the-fuck-is-going-on? I was being lead to a place in the room and the sounds form my wife became louder. I could hear a soft moan - I started to think I could hear the wetness of the man's fingers in my wife's pussy. My head started spinning. I heard somebody bring a chair from the dinner table and put it down behind me. My senses were going overload - nobody was saying a word apart from the muffled kissing and moaning from the direction of my wife. If she was not screaming for help, was she overcome with lust, did she just roll over and play safe?
I heard her say "No, stop, stop!" and I started feeling a level of rage build up in me.
More muffled sounds and then again "Nooo!"
I started to speak but as the first sound came from my mouth, my gorilla-grip man reminded me: "You want a gag?"
I then became aware of my wife's presence near me... I could actually smell her sex. It was so intoxicating smelling an aroused woman - but I knew this was my wife and I was not the one getting her so aroused! I could feel her hands against my chest, and she started to un-button my shirt. Not a word. Was she being forced to do this? Someone else - oh fuck, it must be one of the guys - was undoing my belt buckle. My breathing raced. They undressed me: shoes, socks, jeans, shirt. And then my underwear. My cock jolted out a bit and I was sporting a constantly growing erection. I heard my wife snort - she was now further away from me. Did that mean she's OK? Another laugh from a guy, then a few.
Someone said: "Check - he's enjoying this."
My erection was not stopping. I got pushed into the chair behind me and I could feel the material against my skin. My erection still did not want to subside. I was starting to panic a little - what the fuck was going on? It was starting to dawn on me that there where going to be all these "couples", yet there ended up being only males. Coincidence - I think not! Suddenly I felt ropes being tied around me - my upper body and arms were being wound onto the chair's backrest. My ankles were being bound to the chair's legs. Oh shit. My wrists and legs were tied to the chair's seat. I became immobile.
My heightened senses tried to compensate for the lack of sight. I could hear a lot of clothing ruffling, undressing, breathing. I heard a match being struck and igniting. More panic.
I heard my wife's voice "yes... hmm" and more muffled kissing sounds.
I started to smell incense. The rich smell was intoxicating and I guessed, hiding the smell of a seriously aroused woman. I was starting to second-guess my reality - was this happening? Did I hear kissing or was she actually sucking someone's cock? My mind was building up imagery from smell & sound. I felt bewildered. I felt my cock reaching it's maximum, stretchy, almost aching erection and wished someone would just touch it. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Fast and loudly. I could hear my wife's vocal chords now starting to make familiar, sexual, almost primal noises. More male sounds. They must all be busy with her.
I decided to risk it; opened my mouth and said "I want to see. Please!"
I was expecting somebody to punch me or something. A male voice next to me asked:
"Are you SURE you wanna see?"
I nodded furiously and said "yes", almost in a shameful voice.
He pulled the pillow case to the side of my head and I could hear a tearing sound. He made a slit in the casing, with knife or scissors. Or maybe with his hands. He rotated the case around my head and through the small slit and threads my reality became slightly clearer...
Nobody had any clothes on. My wife's body was flushed and she was sprawled over the couch. The pillows were all over the place. "OK, she *is* sucking someone's cock", I thought as I could make that out. God she looked in ecstasy. I couldn't seem to turn my head to gain a better view. I could see her gasp for air. Her breasts were being serviced - one by means of kissing, the other by someone's hand. I could see the one nipple standing so proud, so hard. I realised she had completely given her body up for pleasure. My cock hurt. I managed a glimpse of what was going on between her legs... one of the guys was sitting almost flat on the couch, lifting her hips with his hands, and slowly but surely slid his cock in and out of her pussy. The man obscuring my view moved out of the way and I got a clearer view of the fucking. I could see her juicy wetness on his cock. I realised nobody was wearing condoms. Dirty bastards. I felt intoxicated.
This is bad / this is good - my mind couldn't decide which way to go. My body told me in no uncertain terms that this was good. The guy fucking her pulled out completely and placed her hips back on the couch. He got up, walked to her face, turned her head towards him and she took his cock covered in her juices. Wow. I felt every heartbeat pump all the way through my cock. The next guy moved onto her pussy licking and slurping away. He was good, I could see. I knew she was going to cum if he carried on around her clit. And he did carry on. I saw her chest heaving, her arms pushing back. She threw her head back, gasping for air, discarding the cock she was sucking. She started to flush a deeper red on her neck, moving down towards her chest. Those sounds, gasps, pushing hard to resist, and then, wham! Her whole body started to convulse as she rocked her hips into the man's face. She moved her one hand onto the back of his head pushing him hard into her sex. I imagined her eyes rolling back as they do when she cums hard. There was that moment of complete rigidity in her body, no breathing, everything tensed up... almost too long, and then in one go she gasped for more air and her body collapsed. Now I could just see the rolling waves as her body moved according to those glorious post-orgasmic pulses.
