"Bully Claimed My Wife at the Triple Threat Burlesque Review."
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"How do I look?" Karen asked.
I was speechless. My cock suddenly jumped to life. I stammered stupidly and taking this as approval, she beamed her beautiful smile. "Not too revealing?" she asked, running her palms seductively over her chest and flicking her tongue in a faux erotic way.
"No. Not at all."
Her outfit was a little confusing. The party we were going to was 80's themed and Karen had chosen to wear a long black skirt that went from her tiny waist right down to the floor. And she was wearing a white blouse that was buttoned right up to her neck, with long sleeves, so conservative at first glance - but the blouse was sheer - absolutely transparent - revealing a low-cut pearl silk camisole that made her large full breasts look not just incredible - but fucking mind blowing! And she wasn't wearing a bra.
I sprung at her and grabbed her boobs making her squeal and laugh. She started fighting me off but her nipples betrayed her enjoyment. Karen has incredibly sensitive breasts and making her cum by playing with her nipples is a very easy thing to do.
"God, don't." she gasped, her knees buckling. She playfully shoved my chest. "I've just spent an hour doing my make-up - wha... is your dick hard?" she beamed, grabbing me through my trousers.
"You look fucking amazing!" I told her. And she really did.
Karen is petite, five foot one in height, with long straight hair down her back and a fringe cut straight across her eye-brows. She's blessed with a very sexual figure - full breasts, tiny waist and incredible heart-shaped tight ass. She has tiny hands and pearlescent skin, a small and very sexy mouth. When she sucks my cock... my God, the sight of her is heart-stopping.
"Come on. Wait! We can be late!" I begged, yanking my cock out of my trousers. She looked at it for a long moment, considering. She wanted to drop to her knees then and there, I could tell. She loves sucking me off. Her nipples were standing firmly to attention - very visible through the silk cammy. I moved to kiss her but she flinched away - "My lipstick!" she laughed. I pouted dejectedly. "Here. You can suck my tongue." Lasciviously she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and I playfully sucked on it, careful not to touch her dark red lipstick. Her breasts were perfect and she let me play with them for a minute while she caressed my aching hard prick.
"Okay. That's enough for now." she said, pushing me off, breaking my heart. But before she let go of my cock, she leaned down and slowly licked the tip, jamming her little pointed tongue as far into the slit as she could before licking carefully around my head. "There. That's enough for now. We're gonna be late." she spun away, her skirt swishing dramatically, leaving me propped against the bathroom sink with my cock in the air with nowhere to go. Feeling sorry for it, and myself, I followed her out.
We were going to my school reunion. Ten years older than Karen, I'm thirty-five and I was looking forward to showing her off to my old school-mates - when they see her tonight, I thought proudly - God! Her breasts swaying under that silk top - there's going to be a lot of twitching cocks. It made me gulp, the blood racing into my cheeks. I'd been dreading this night though to be honest. For months now. The party was being hosted by James Thompson - the biggest fucking cunt in the world. And I don't say that lightly. Back in school, this guy was an utter fucking prick to me. I've known him since infancy - all through junior school and high school and he's always been a dick of the highest calibre. A cocky bully, he didn't rough me up physically because I was the same size as him but in every other way - mocking me publicly - ridiculing, pulling me down. He knew what buttons to push and how to do the most harm. I'm quite a quiet guy and he's always loved making himself feel big by pulling me down in front of others. No one else noticed because it always came off as a joke - everyone laughed when he jeered "Willy! (Short for Wilson) You fucking prick! I fucked your Mom last night!" And I laughed too. I pretended it was all a great big joke. That's what bothers me most. That I went along with it, laughing like a stupid moron when I should've told him to beat it.
And now of course, he's really successful. He's a manager at a posh cashmere company that supplies fabrics to all the highest designers in fashion. He's worth a fortune, his Facebook profile shows him in a different part of the world every month when he's not showing off his perfect fucking physique with his personal trainer - no, I don't want to know how many miles you ran today or how many squats you can do - you fucking show-off! When he offered to host the event at his fancy corporate gallery out in the country, everyone jumped at the chance. He'd even organised a burlesque performance that all attendees were brightly looking forward to.
"Hey." Karen said, stopping me as I started to open the front door. She opened her long coat. "Do you really think I look okay? Should I put on a bra?"
"Babe, you look absolutely amazing! A bra? I dunno..."
"It doesn't really go with the outfit." She explained.
"Then no." I grinned though, nodding. "Your nipples are still hard.
She nodded guiltily and instead of flattening them with her palms she pinched her nipples hard between her fingers, tweaking them roughly through the silk. "I'm horny as f-u-c-k." She spelled out the word because she's quite prim and proper. Bad language embarrasses Karen. "Can you suck my tongue again?" she begged, sagging back against the wall, tongue pointing wantonly.
As I did so she started manically grasping to get under the long skirt. She grabbed my hand and forced my fingers to her soaked vagina. I couldn't see what she wearing beneath her skirt, stockings I assumed since I felt only knickers, easily slipped aside as my four fingers were sucked into her hungry cunt. She used my hand as a sex-toy, rubbing herself furiously, my fingers making a "C" shape, reaching for her g-spot. God, how I wanted to rip her clothes off then and there. But she allowed herself only a minute of pleasure before somehow managing to regain her senses. She shoved me away and stood there glaring, red-faced and breathing hard, nipples like bullets, mouth hanging open and glistening. Fuck, she looked primal. "Let's finish... this... later." she panted, closing her coat and throwing herself out the front door, leaving me once again, with an iron bar in my pants.
"Fuck me." I muttered.
The party was huge. A sea of people greeted us as we entered, the smell of alcohol thick in the air, the music loud and welcoming. I recognised a few faces but most were strangers and then relief, I spotted my old school mates, Steven, Graham and Craig. Their wives were beside them chatting, laughing and drinking in a huddle of their own. When they spotted Karen and I coming through the crowd towards them they cheered and jumped up and down, making the men laugh. I love the girls. I've always got on extremely well with my friends' wives - Kay, Sam and Michelle. This was Karen's first time meeting them and I was glad they bigged-me-up in front of her. They were on Karen instantly. Kay shoved a flute of champagne into her hand and Michelle and Sam wrestled her out of her coat, hugging her warmly. Karen was a bit flustered but happy.
"Oh my god! You look amazing!" They all squealed, standing back and admiring her outfit. The men too were staring. Staring at her beautiful loose breasts.
"Look at those fucking pervs." Michelle admonished loudly, nudging Sam. We turned in time to see the three wise monkeys looking North, West and East, failing hard at looking innocent. And then we burst out laughing.
Introductions were made and Karen gave each of the guys a friendly hug - which they accepted gratefully.
"Come on girl." said Sam, taking Karen by the hand. "Let's hang your coat up and get you a drink."
"I've got a drink!" Karen laughed.
"Let's get you another." said Kay, wrapping an arm around her and just like that, the girls were gone.
"Well. That's the last you'll see of her." Simon said. I laughed, craning my neck, catching one last look of my girl. Wow. That long skirt clung so elegantly, accentuating her tiny waist and stunning ass.
The three guys were staring too.
"Fucking hell, Willy, Karen is..." Craig's words trailed off but it was clear they were all gobsmacked and very impressed.
"So pretty." said Steven.
"She's not wearing a bra." said Graham.
They stared at me accusingly and I could only nod. And grin like a Cheshire cat.
We were having a fantastic time actually, surprisingly. I normally hate these things but tonight was great fun. We were a good hour and a half into the night - drinking a lot - dancing a lot taking turns with each other's partner. The girls are all sexy and wrapped their arms around me while we danced. Karen did so too, with the other guys. It was erotic as hell watching her, her full breasts squashed hard against my friends. It was plain on their faces they were loving it.
Best of all, I hadn't encountered the Prick yet: James Thompson. I caught glimpses of him from time to time and heard his booming voice occasionally, entertaining his circle of mindless halfwitted minions no doubt, but he remained off in the distance.
I'd loosened up so much that when he did come crashing in amongst us, my guard was down and he took me completely by surprise. Took us all by surprise.
We were all over by the bar near the balcony where it was quieter. Graham and Craig at the loo.
I didn't even see him coming.
"Willy, you fucking prick!" he boomed. Out of nowhere he appeared behind Karen, his arm encircling her waist and embracing her tightly against him. He loomed over her, his massive hand covering most of her rib-cage, basically cupping underneath her breast.
The girls were laughing because I was choking on my drink and Karen obviously thought he was a friend because she made no move to remove his hand. Her hand folded over his and she strained to see up into his face.
He looked into her eyes for a long moment before turning to me and saying, "Who is this fucking slut then?"
Kay choked on her drink. Everyone gasped. Karen's mouth was agog. Shocked.
All eyes were on me but I couldn't think of a single thing to say and stood there like an idiot.
