Please note this is a continuation from chapters 1, 2 & 3 and to fully appreciate the storyline these should be read first. If stories about slut wives offends you then please don't read this. Go read something you like instead. Finally, to all those who have read and voted on these stories my thanks.
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The stranger stood up to greet me, offering me his hand, as Liam introduced him, "This is Robert, he's been waiting to meet you."
"Hello, it's Sara isn't it?" he spoke as I took his proffered hand, shaking it, before sliding onto the seat next to my husband.
Greetings over Robert sat down opposite us, giving me the opportunity to study him briefly. I took him to be around 40, a little overweight but otherwise quite unexceptional apart from his very blue eyes. They immediately caught my attention momentarily distracting me from what I had intended to ask.
"Sorry, but how do you two know each other?" regaining my composure I asked the question I had been intending to.
"Ah well you see," Liam started to tell me, "I went to the bar to get a drink and Robert here sort of accosted me."
"Yes, I had seen you two exchange looks as you left with the other gentleman and I assumed that Liam knew you," Robert continued, "So I asked and when he offered to introduce me to you, well I couldn't say no."
"Can I ask why?" I suspected I knew the reason if he had seen me leave the bar with James but I wanted to be sure.
"Robert had something to ask you" Liam interjected causing me to turn and look across the table waiting for the expected proposition.
"It's not what you think" his opening line instantly got my attention, "I'm here with a couple of colleagues from work. We've just clinched a very lucrative contract and we were celebrating when we saw you at the bar."
"Oh right!" was all I could think of to say at that point.
"Well, you looked gorgeous and perfect and," he paused for a moment trying to gauge my reaction to what he was saying "....and I guess the long and the short of it is, would you be willing provide us with some entertainment?"
He looked down at the table obviously embarrassed at asking me the question.
"I see" my response was more than a little guarded, "but I'm not sure it's......my thing. I'm not a stripper or dancer."
"I told Robert if the price was right you would certainly consider joining them upstairs." Wide eyed I looked at Liam as he spoke, shocked that he was so brazenly offering me.
"So, who are the others?" I asked, playing for time so I could think I looked about the room.
Robert raised a hand gesturing to a couple of men over the far side of the bar.
"There's my boss Harry, he's the older, grey-haired guy and that's my other colleague, Keith, next to him." following his gaze, I noted the two men he had waved to, Harry was indeed older, probably late 50's while the man next to him, Keith, was maybe ten years younger and a good couple of stone overweight.
"She'll do it for £500!" I whirled back to look at my husband in utter shock, he was selling me to these men without bothering to ask my consent. My heart started to race and I held my breath for a moment. I should protest, make some objection, but I couldn't make the words come out of my mouth.
"Wow! That's a bit pricey." Robert retorted almost instantaneously.
"You said you just completed on a very profitable deal so take it or leave it, your choice" my husband dismissed his objection, "and I come along as well, after all there are three of you."
As I listened to their conversation, bartering for me, I could feel my humiliation growing and with it my arousal. This was what had been missing from my tryst with James and I knew then I would do whatever my husband arranged.
"OK, but we get her till we're all satisfied and no condoms. Agreed?" Robert held his hand out to my husband.
"Agreed" Liam smiled and they shook hands to seal the transaction.
The sale of my body finalised Robert went back to tell his two associates leaving my husband and I alone for a few minutes before we made our way up to room 602, Harry's suite.
"What just happened?" finally I found my voice and asked softly.
Liam shrugged as if it had been the most natural thing in the world, "It's £500, easy money."
"Easy for you, you mean. And you're going to watch them fuck me?" I said it quite deliberately.
"Does that bother you?" my husband looked at me watching my reaction.
I shrugged, "Not if it doesn't bother you but it's a step away from what you originally wanted me to do."
Liam shook his head, "Not really, you're still being paid for your.... services, you're still a whore," and with that he got to his feet.
Our conversation over we left the booth, and the lustful stares of the men in the bar, and followed Robert and his business colleagues up to room 602. I could feel the apprehension in the bottom of my stomach, my insides twisting into knots, as we waited for the lift to take me up to the three men waiting for me.
It was Harry who opened the door to my husband's knock, stepping back and ushering us through the door. I immediately noticed, as we walked in, the room was quite a bit larger than James's had been, almost a suite with room for a table and chairs and also a sofa. Robert and Keith both stood as we entered and we quickly accepted drinks from the mini-bar as we made ourselves comfortable.
I settled myself on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs and giving the guys a little bit of a leg show, while I watched as Robert and Liam completed the financial aspects of the evening. With the cash in his pocket my husband gave me a smile, raising his drink to me before sitting himself down on the sofa as the three men stood around and stared at me with lustful stares making me feel like a lamb being eyed as prey by three hungry wolves.
Nervously I stood, looking across at my husband, getting another smile of confirmation, as I stepped forwards letting the three of them surround me. Licking my lips in tense anticipation I studied each face in turn as I waited still jumping with a start when Robert stepped up behind me and slid his hands around me to fondle my breasts through the thin material of my dress.
"Can you manage all three of us?" he whispered seductively in my ear, guiding me towards the other two.
There was no waiting for my answer, I was going to be gangbanged whether I wanted it or not. He stood back, letting go as the other two advanced in on me and I found myself in their grasp. Hands slid over my body and I trembled with nervous anticipation as they blatantly groped my modest tits and pert round arse.
"Well, ain't you a little cutie? I hope you fuck as good as you look." Keith was the first to speak, his contemptuous tone turning me on more than he could know.
Someone dragged down the zip at the back of my dress and it was quickly stripped off me before Keith put a finger under my chin, and lifted my face up to look into my eyes, "Let me show what I got for you baby...what you came here for." he said to me lecherously as he started to undress.
My nipples were already standing out like bullets as I looked anxiously around me, Robert was standing back and just watching for the moment while Harry, like Keith, was busy undressing. As soon as they were naked, I was shoved onto my knees, two semi-hard pricks just inches from my face, their sweaty, musky smell overpowering, filling my nostrils, and heightening my arousal. I looked up at the two men, my fingers curling around their hardening cocks, licking my red lips as my hands started to caress along the length of their shafts.
Leaning closer to Keith I ran the tip of my tongue up the curved, veiny rod to the thick, bell-shaped cockhead. Then opening my mouth wide, I took the bulbous crown, which had the foreskin tightly stretched across it, into my mouth, letting my head push up against his substantial paunch.
"Mmmmmm ..... Hmmmmmm" I sucked noisily on the head, my husband forgotten as I started to lose myself in the moment.
Quickly, I swapped my attention to Harry and hungrily swallowed half his prick, letting my tongue flick around the tip, before giving him his turn at my mouth.
For the next few minutes I alternated my attention between the two men, my head continually bobbing up and down, first on Keith as he repeatedly kept trying to push more of his cock into my mouth then on Harry. Finally, I pulled back from their dicks to catch my breath, chest heaving gently as my hands continued lightly wanking their spit coated shafts. Glancing to the side of me I could see Liam watching me intently, still smiling his consent, as Robert, now naked, gently rubbed his hard dick and edged towards me.
Positioning himself behind me he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my tiny thong, tugging it over my hips as, instinctively, I lifted first one knee then the other allowing him to slip the skimpy panties all the way down my stockinged legs before he eased them off over my shoes.
If I had had any resistance left it was now gone, along with my knickers, as Robert's hands slid around me and groped my tits. I was in a daze, breathing deeply, my fingers pumping back and forth on two hard rods while a pair of hands molested my breasts, tormenting my firm sensitive nipples. The heat between my legs was growing steadily, the dampness already flooding over my labia and starting to moisten my inner thighs.
Robert smacked my arse firmly, making me squeak loudly, and barked out his command, "Climb on the bed bitch ... get on your hands and knees and spread your legs."
