"I think so. This cage really hurts when I try to get erect, couldn't you just take it off?"
"No, for two reasons, one is that you would have an erection all the time, if I turned you on, which I'm going to, and secondly, I want you to wear it, for me, because it pleases me, will you do that for me?"
"I see, yes, well ok, I suppose I'll wear it, to please you."
"Good, so here's the plan. You are going to take me somewhere nice for dinner, then afterwards you are going to take me to that pub which is always so crowded, you know, the one which has live bands on Saturday nights. I'm going to dance with you, and show off my body, let men see my knickers as my skirt rides up. Men are going to grope my breasts, put there hands up my skirt and try to get their fingers inside my thong and inside my pussy. I'm going to let them, and I'm going to tell you about everything that's happening to me."
"I see."
"When we get home I'm going to release you from your cage and we are going to have fantastic sex for hours. You are going to make me cum with your tongue again and again, you're going to fuck me and fill me with gallons of cum, then I'm going to ride your face until I'm exhausted. Let's go."
Chris was incredibly excited at Chloe's plan for the evening, he couldn't believe how his shy conservative wife had become so adventurous. He was also quite nervous, as it was obvious to him that this little game was now completely out of his control. He was totally at Chloe's mercy, which was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure, but he was thrilled that she seemed to have dropped the plan to keep him waiting until Sunday.
"It's even more crowded than last time we were here. Lead on Macduff, get us to the bar." Chloe ordered.
Chris set off through the packed pub, pulling Chloe by the hand. Almost immediately Chloe realised that her teasing of Chris was going to get her more than she had bargained for, as, with Chris holding her left hand, and her clutch bag in her right hand, she had no means of defending herself from the men who were determined to feel her up as she passed through the crowd.
The groping started quickly, a hand feeling her bum as she was pulled past, another hand holding a full pint of beer sliding across her right nipple spilling a few drops onto her top in the process.
Chris gave another tug and she was past those men and between another pair. Clearly they were planning ahead, seeing her dragged through the crowd, as they were parting to allow Chris through, and where Chris led, she had to follow. His path was blocked again and she was trapped between two rather good looking young men, neither of whom was holding a drink.
The guy in front of her slipped his left hand behind her head and pulled her in to a warm sensuous lingering kiss, while his right hand lifted the hem of her skirt and slipped inside her inadequate panties. At the same time the back of her skirt was lifted and a finger slipped past the tiny string and inserted itself into her bum.
As the kiss went on, the finger inside her panties at the front found her clit and started massaging it, and a hand from behind her found her left breast and started playing with the nipple. The kissing stopped and the man with his finger rubbing her clit looked into her eyes and smiled.
"Having fun?"
"Are you?"
"Of course. I'm afraid hubby is stuck queuing at the bar, so you are stuck with us for a while, shall I take your knickers off for you?"
"No!!"
"Suit yourself, I'll go back to kissing you then."
The kissing resumed and Chris let go of her hand, presumably to get the drinks, and the man behind her released her nipple and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm around behind her back where her hand found his erect penis sticking out of his trousers. The man in front of her paused in his kissing and fingering long enough to quickly drag her panties to the floor. Unable to retrieve them, she had no option but to step out of them.
"Wank me onto your bum, or I'll do it myself onto your skirt." The man with his cock touching her bum whispered into her ear.
She knew she didn't have a choice if she wanted to avoid complete humiliation, so she began stroking up and down his large stiff cock. She was still being kissed and fingered by the man in front of her, and she was getting very aroused, her clit was erect and well lubricated. She had no idea whether Chris was still at the bar or was standing watching her, but he certainly wasn't interfering, she wondered if this was another fantasy coming true for him?
The hunk behind Chloe was getting close to climax, and so was Chloe, and as his breathing became ragged she could feel the familiar surge of her own approaching orgasm. The cock in her hand was being pushed hard against the entrance to her bum as she wanked it furiously, then it convulsed and squirted semen right onto her bum hole, which provided just the lubrication that was needed for the head to pop just inside her anus, so the second squirt was sent deep inside her most private place.
Feeling the explosion of hot cum inside her arse and the twitching cock still invading her bum sent her over the edge into a sensational climax. The man kissing her kept his fingers moving on her clit, extending the life of her orgasm, but as the man with his cock in her bum withdrew, Chloe panicked, wondering if Chris had seen what she did with these strangers.
Her orgasm subsided and the kisser removed his hand from between her legs, and pulled the hem of her skirt down, just as the man behind her did the same.
"You owe me." The kisser told her.
"I wouldn't sit down if I was you." Said the man who's cum she felt dribbling out of her arse and down the back of her legs.
"Where have you been?" Chris asked, clearly annoyed.
"I got stuck back there, nobody would let me through!" Chloe protested.
"Too busy feeling you up were they?" Chris shot back at her.
"I'll tell you later, when we are in bed." She promised.
"Oh right, ok then, sorry. I mean, crikey, you've got me intrigued now."
"And horny, I expect?" Chloe enquired.
"Horny as hell!" Chris confirmed.
"Let's drink to your bedtime story then, and my bedtime confession." Chloe proposed.
Except Chloe wasn't going to confess, well not all of it anyway. How could she tell him that she let a guy she didn't know fuck her in the arse, when she had never let Chris do that to her, despite repeated requests. Well that was something she would change quickly, maybe after he'd done it a few times, she might tell him, although, probably not.
She reasoned that she could tell him about the breast touching, and maybe the hand up her skirt, but definitely no more than that.
So they had a couple of drinks in the crowded bar, then decided to go home and have sex.
"I need you to protect me better on the way out, not like on the way in." Chloe demanded.
Despite Chris agreeing to her demand, the young man who had made her cum with his finger suddenly appeared in front of her, grabbed her head in his hand and kissed her passionately again. Since Chris was behind her, he couldn't see the man's hand snake up her skirt again and back inside her knickers, and straight into her pussy where he proceeded to finger fuck her with great vigour, bashing his thumb knuckle into her clit with every thrust in. He pulled back from the kiss, but didn't ease up on the finger thrust at all.
"Your wife owes me, big time." He said to Chris, over Chloe's shoulder, causing Chloe to panic almost as much as she was already panicking about the fact that he was probably going to make her cum very soon.
"What's he talking about Chloe." Chris asked her, putting his arms around his wife and holding her tight.
Chloe struggled to answer. Chris holding her so tight had the bizarre effect of preventing her from wriggling free of the man's thrusting fingers. She was heading inexorably towards another orgasm on this gorgeous man's skilful fingers, and it felt as though her husband was deliberately offering her to him, holding her to prevent her saying no.
Perhaps he was, she thought, perhaps he knows and he wants this to happen. She didn't know what to think, and the climax kept edging closer. She had to answer the question before she came.
"This lovely man rescued me and got me through the crowd when no-one else would let me through." She managed to say, just before the orgasm hit her.
Chloe slumped slightly, and may have cried out a little at the intensity of the waves of pleasure surging through most of her lower body, and the beautiful, brilliant man wouldn't stop his thrusts, which made the climax roll on and on, subsiding, then increasing again, and all the while her husband held her firm.
"Then we must invite him to lunch to thank him." Chris insisted, telling the man, who turned out to be called Michael, their address and that he should come the following Saturday, and bring a girl if he wanted.
Suddenly he stopped his finger's pillaging of her vagina and melted away into the crowd, promising to come to their house for dinner the following weekend.
With his fingers gone Chloe's orgasm stopped, leaving her feeling sad and bereft. She wanted his fingers back, she wanted her orgasm back. Then she came to her senses and panicked again. What on earth had Chris just done?
"Come on Chloe, let's get home, I really need to fuck you."
Chloe liked the idea of that, a big hard cock ramming in and out of her pussy was just what she needed.
In very little time they were at home, and Chris stripped his wife roughly and threw her onto the bed, tore his own clothes off, and dived on top of her, guiding his rampant cock into her very wet pussy.
Chris started to hump his eager wife's welcoming vagina, but then stopped.
"So, tell me what happened in the crowd." He demanded.
Chloe told him about the man who groped her bum, and the man who brushed her nipples, spilling beer onto her shirt.
"So where did Michael fit in?" Chris enquired, slowly, and frustratingly, moving in and out of Chloe's aching vagina.
