The following story is a work of fiction. I write fiction, while I try to make it enjoyable for as many as possible, nothing's gonna' make everyone happy. So I hope you enjoy. There's a bit of tease, followed by some group, and some cuckolding towards the end, if any of this will offend you; you might want to depart now.
-Medley
"I can't believe how hot your wife is." The man stated matter-of-factly. He wasn't talking to me. I was just a spectator.
We were in the living room of a nice house. It was simple, upper middle class if anything, in a nice quiet neighborhood. There were a total of six of us. Consisting of myself (Marc), the husband (Bruce), The Wife (Irene), and three guys (Tom, Allen, and Frank) I had chatted online with all of them quite a bit while the plans for tonight were being made. Somehow despite being happily married myself with no interest of cheating on my wife I had talked my way into this little sortie as a voyeur.
Irene looked a little nervous at the comment. "Thank you." She replied. Anxiously she shifted from one foot to the other in the middle of her parlor. There was no question she was the center of attention. She was wearing a plain black skirt, it came to just above her knee, it was fairly conservative, above that she had on a simple cranberry colored blouse. The blouse had ¼ sleeves leaving her arms bared, but buttoned up tastefully to above her cleavage. Her face was framed by light chestnut colored hair closer to red or auburn than brown, and her features were delicate and pretty. She had a dainty nose and large inquisitive eyes. She was really very ravishing in a simple sort of way.
"Are you wearing the bra and panties you said you'd be wearing?" Frank asked, this time speaking directly to Irene.
"Yes." Irene said. It had been voted upon that Irene would wear a matching red bra and thong. They were lacy and very sexy. She had modeled them for all of us the previous night on web camera. We all knew her measurements or at least bra/panty size. She was a 36C with a size 3 thong slung at the top of legs that were long and toned.
"Don't worry we won't make you prove it yet, tonight's all about going agonizingly slow right!" Frank laughed, he was clearly the ringleader, but even he was in new territory, not one of us had ever done anything like this before. Prior to all pulling into the driveway, all we had done was flirt and chat on-line over a period of months. No one knew each other. Gradually we had pried various elements of Bruce and Irene's fantasies and desires into the light and somehow managed to arrange a time. There were others that talked on-line; Irene loved being seen on-line in her sexy undergarments, but these were the locals and the ones who actually talked regularly and could carry a non-sexual conversation from time to time.
What we had decided on tonight was going REALLY slowly, teasing Irene for hours, and just seeing how far things ended up going.
"So the plan was for dinner first?" Allen asked. He was speaking to Frank.
"YES!" Frank said in a booming, but quite jovial voice. "We should all fit in my Suburban. Irene had you decided on someplace local, or should we head up the highway to a busy place near the malls." Frank asked. We were trying to figure out whether to keep it quaint and local, but risk running into someone who knew Bruce and Irene. (Or any of us for that matter) Or if perhaps going someplace busy and getting lost in the crowd would be the way to go.
"I don't know." Irene replied she was pretty nervous.
"Well it's gonna' be obvious that you're the center of attention for all five of us." I said. "Someplace busy that might draw more negative attention than bumping into a neighbor who doubts your moral character. I'd rather tell off a neighbor than push away a horny drunk." I said. Irene blushed.
"I agree." Frank said. "There's an Applebees what five miles from here, we don't have to head all the way to the mall, besides we probably won't see anyone we know. What do you say are you ready, we promise to keep it light out in public as a way to break the ice before we come back here?" Frank asked. That was the plan and a way for Irene and Bruce to bring their fantasies into the real world a little more, actually be out where people could see who weren't invited to view her cam. "That is unless you decide you want the public to know how sexy and wanton you are?" He added smugly.
"Ok." Irene said, her voice almost cracked. I looked over at Bruce, her husband. Other than letting us in he hadn't said a word. He was a little older than Irene who was probably in her mid thirties. He was somewhat athletically built, with brown hair just starting to show grey at the temples. Although he had probably tucked it under his belt there was a noticeable bulge in his trousers.
Bruce knew that tonight was pretty much out of his control, we all knew that it aroused him to have other men see Irene. We all knew that it aroused him to have other men WANT Irene, and we all knew that he wanted other men to have Irene or at least fantasized about it. We also knew that Irene had sent him into the other room to relieve himself while she did it through her panties in front of us on webcam.
The harder sell had been Irene, she had enjoyed the compliments she got when at her husband's coaxing she turned the webcam on in a chatroom. I was chatting the first night she turned it on she was wearing a gray ribbed sweater, it was snug in a tasteful way. Bruce had been chatting too, but she was doing the typing.
She giggled a lot on cam, you could tell even without sound, and it lit her whole face up. Of course the chatrooms were mostly men pestering her to show something, some tried flattery, some were crass or rude, some like myself were polite and honest when we told her she was beautiful. Weeks went by and the people she liked talking to had migrated to talking to her in conferenced PMs to avoid the dirty pigs in the chatrooms.(not that we weren't pigs) Finally we convinced her to show something.
That night she was wearing a blue button down blouse. There were eight of us viewing her, including myself, Frank, and Tom. She was so nervous as she unbuttoned the blouse. Gradually a fairly plain white and light blue bra came into view. She waited for one of us to ask before she slowly opened the shirt and finally even let it fall off her shoulders.
In the weeks to follow she became more and more bold, dancing around for us in bra and panties. Bruce would often type for both of them while the camera was trained on Irene, playing around on the couch. Eventually we even had her allowing almost anyone who asked the chance to view her, but would only talk to and acknowledge a few of us. We began to realize that a few of us lived within a half hour of one another. Bruce took a lot more interest at that point, and Frank especially began to grill him a little over what he thought of all of us 'admiring' his wife.
