The first mistake I made was cheating on my wife. The second was doing it with someone who would confess to every minute detail as soon as she was confronted. But there's nothing I can do to change the past, so now I face my punishment.
Gail didn't want a divorce. We still love each other. She just wanted to make me see what it felt like to be cheated on ... only worse. She had arranged to have a guy she used to date come to our house and fuck her while I watched.
Most men, even the cheaters, would be humiliated to see their wife getting screwed right in front of them. To others it would be no punishment at all; they like seeing their wives get poked by other men. Although it was never a fantasy for me, if I'm being honest, it did kind of excite me when she told me. She obviously sensed that, and added, "And you're going to
help
, not just watch."
"What do you mean
help
?" I asked.
"You'll see. Your punishment is to do anything and everything I tell you to do. Clear?"
I just nodded; she wasn't really asking; she was telling.
***
Saturday night rolled around, and Gail and I waited for her "date" to show up. She was dressed in a navy blue skirt and white button front blouse. She wore a bra and panties as well. I had expected her to wear something sexy, maybe even be naked when her lover arrived, but instead it was me who was nearly naked. I wore only a tight pair of Speedo-like briefs that she had brought home for me.
The doorbell rang and she told me to answer it. I opened the door and saw not one, but two men standing there. They smiled when they saw how I was dressed, and the tall one said, "You must be the victim."
I announced them to Gail in a questioning voice. "
Two
gentlemen to see you?"
She sat in the easy chair, legs crossed, grinning at me. "I seem to recall that you fucked Miss Grove twice. I thought we'd save time by getting my two payback fuckings out of the way at the same time. You don't have a problem with that do you?"
"Of course not," I answered obediently.
"Get my friends a drink, and then make them comfortable," she told me. I got one a scotch and the other a gin and tonic.
By "comfortable" my wife meant to undress them. They didn't help a bit. I undid every button and zipper. I neatly folded their clothes as I took then off, laying them on a chair. When I finally slid off their shorts, I saw that they were semi-erect. Both had average size dicks, about the same thickness as mine. Tom's was a little longer though.
Gail apparently noticed me looking, and told me, "Yes, sweetie, take a good look at the dicks that are going to be filling your wife's cunt in a little while."
Now, I've never been homophobic, but I've never been
attracted
to men, either. But I'd also never stood that close to a naked man being told to check out his cock. I was a little surprised that I was more curious than repulsed.