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.
