I recently wrote to you about my wife's indiscretion, caught on tape and sent to me while away from home on a long business trip. I still can't believe what I saw on that tape, but now I need to tell you the second part of that story.
I had been out of town for two weeks when my wife had her affair, but I wasn't going to let on that I knew until I got home. It was getting close to time for our business trip to end, and I was looking forward to returning home to deal with my wife's infidelity. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do long-term, but I knew she had to be punished for cheating on me like she did. Still, I talked to her on the phone every night, pretending that nothing had happened.
The night after I watched the tape for the first time, she told me that she had started a new job. I figured this was probably a good thing, because it would give her less idle time to get into trouble. But, a few days after she started her new job, she told me that Carl, a guy at the office, was very interested in her, and liked the way she looked in stockings and high heels (she enjoyed telling me in detail the way she dressed going to work, and I think it made us both horny as hell), but she assured me that he was probably just running his mouth.
It had been a week since her indiscretion, and only four more days before I would leave to return home, when she asked me again if there was anyway I could return home early. She practically begged me to come home early, saying that she was really lonely at the house, and promised that she'd definitely make it worth my while. She also told me that she was preparing me another tape that I'd like. Very interested with the thought of pumping into her, and punishing her for her slutty fucking of the plumber, I told her I'd try. But, when I checked with my boss, the answer was "no". We had to close the account and it would still be three more days. No way around it. When I told her, she was quiet for a while, and then told me she "had to go", explaining that she was having a night out with the girls at work.
She must have been mad, because she didn't answer the phone the next night, which made my mind wander, but I tried to stay focused on my work, knowing that I only had to deal with it for three more days. I tried calling her the next morning, early, but still no answer. The day before I was to leave to return home, I found another package waiting on me at the hotel desk. I looked at it cautiously, wondering about its contents. Then, I walked upstairs and put it in the VCR, knowing that I had to know what was on it.
The video started out innocently enough, with a full half-hour of Vanessa stroking herself in a series of flimsy negligees. Despite myself, I couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of my stunning wife, looking so hot and horny as she did. It made me forget about her earlier indiscretion, and start wondering if we really could work things out when I got home.
But then, the scene changed quickly. In the next scene, she was coming home with some of her friends—two girls and four guys. The first thing that caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She had on a red evening gown, which plunged to just above her nipples in the front, held up by two thin spaghetti straps. She wasn't wearing a bra, because it was backless, and her nipples were very visible. She had on what must have been two-inch heels, and very sexy stockings. Her dress came down to about two inches above her knees, and when she moved just right, the garters of her stockings were visible.
The second thing I noticed was that she was clearly intoxicated…or at least, pretty close to it. As she walked in the door, she told everyone that they could party here for a while, but not too long. I was shocked by her words and actions that followed.
"It's already 2:30," she said, as she made her way to the bar. Closely behind her was a brown-haired guy who looked to be about 6'1". He followed her closely, having his arm around her on occasion, when she started to stagger a bit. "We all have to go to work tomorrow."
As she stood at the bar, pouring drinks, Carl put his hand on her hips. She giggled a bit, but didn't say anything to him about it, apparently thinking that he was just helping her steady herself on her feet. Carl, though, took this as a green light to test the waters some more, and moved his hands up a bit, caressing her breasts through her dress. She stopped what she was doing for a while, while he continued to run his hands roughly across her breasts. Then, suddenly, she turned around and told him to stop. He did, backing up slightly. But, when she turned to walk back to the others, he stared at her erect nipples.
While she was passing out the drinks, someone turned on the stereo, and some of the couples started dancing. A guy I didn't recognize was dancing with Vanessa's friend, Tanya. Another guy was dancing with one of our neighbors, Teressa. Teressa's husband is a trucker, and Vanessa had told me a number of times that she was a slut when her husband was gone out of town on long hauls.
Another guy came up to Vanessa, who was sipping wine, leaning against the counter. As he walked up to her, he was paying close attention to her breasts, straining to be free of the flimsy dress. One of her spaghetti straps was down over her shoulder, and the top of her left nipple was visible. When she saw him looking, she noticed, and pulled up the strap, covering her nipple.
"You didn't have to do that," the guy said, as he leaned against the bar in front of Vanessa, looking her over. "I was enjoying the view."
"Yes, I did, Tony," she replied, laughing a small laugh.
"How about a dance?" Tony asked her. "Might as well make the most of the music."
"Sure, why not?" she said. As they made their way out to the living room floor, Vanessa looked over at Teressa, who was making out with the guy she was dancing with—someone named Don. Don was running his hands all along her ass, her short skirt pulled up in the back. It was obvious that she was wearing thong panties, and the two were kissing like teenagers.
When they started dancing, it was a slow song, and Tony was holding her close. She had her head on his shoulder, and he was running his hands up and down her back. As her tits pressed against his chest, he decided to get a little bold, running his hands lower, rubbing against her ass through the dress fabric. Vanessa was watching Don and Teressa and I could tell that she was getting turned on by the sight. When Tony pulled up her dress in the back, running his hands against her nearly bare ass (she was wearing only a pair of red thong panties), her stockings were clearly visible.
When she felt his bare hands against her ass, she told him to stop. He didn't. Instead, he pinched and grabbed at her ass cheeks, as they continued to sway together. She broke away from the dance, glared at him, and walked back over to the counter, where Carl was standing. Tony looked surprised, and judging by the bulge in his pants, more than a little disappointed.
Vanessa walked over beside Carl, leaning back against the counter. As she did so, Carl smiled. "Got tired of dancing already?" he asked.
"Not really," she replied, her eyes turning to Tanya and her dance partner, a guy named Todd. Todd had his hands inside Tanya's panties, as they danced. Vanessa watched as Todd fingered her friend, Tanya, who had one hand under Todd's shirt, running it along his chest, while the other hand was on the back of his head, as they kissed passionately.
"Well then," Carl offered, grabbing her by the hand. "Let's go dance."
"Ok," she managed to reply, as they walked back into the living room and started dancing to the music. It was another slow song, and Carl soon had Vanessa in his arms, rubbing her back. She leaned her head against his chest, looking over at Teressa and Don. By this time, Don had Teressa back against the wall, and she was pulling his dick out of his pants. Vanessa gasped at the size of it.
Carl got bold quickly this time, running his hand along her thigh, moving up quickly to the back of her panties, massaging her ass. Meeting no resistance, he put one hand under her panties, running it along the crack of her ass under her skimpy panties. Instead of telling him to stop, Vanessa sighed, and moved her hand around Carl's back, running it up and down his back hurriedly.
Carl put two fingers into her pussy, causing her to moan slightly. Her eyes were transfixed on Don and Teressa, as Teressa put his 10" dick in her mouth and started sucking it loudly. Without thinking, Vanessa brought her hand around to Carl's chest, running her hand along his chest, as he continued to finger her wet pussy.
Vanessa continued to moan, as Carl finger-fucked her wet pussy, causing it to make "slushing" sounds. Carl then used his other hand to reach for Vanessa's free hand, which was on the side of his leg. He moved it to his crotch, where she felt a large tent growing under his pants.
This seemed to awaken Vanessa from her lusty trance, and she started to pull back away from Carl, asking him: "What are you doing?!" She pulled her hand away from his crotch, but didn't manage to dislodge herself from his hands.
