His favorite part was when she came. He loved it when she came. He loved it even more than when he came himself. Most of all, he loved it when she lost it.
Dinner finished, the plates cleared; no one noticed the women encircling the husband as they talked. They crowded him into an armchair at the end of the table. He laughed as they forced his wrists down onto the chair arms.
His laughing stopped when they locked each one into a handcuff.
As she had watched the ladies corner her husband, she realized that the men had surrounded her also. It shocked her at first. But it excited her more.
The men had been caressing her body where she offered skin. It was electric where they touched. It had started earlier as unexplained accidents, but they had become increasingly aggressive. She let them.
One was behind her, his nose under her hair as he kissed the back of her neck. She savored each brush of his crotch where his warm bulge fit into the crack of her ass.
Surprising herself, she made no protest as her zipper began moving down her back. She watched the girls seducing her husband as it rumbled all the way to the top of her lovely ass. They gently removed her gown.
She stood there in nothing but lingerie - a tasteful panty set perfect with her skin. She was glad she made that choice when she dressed for the party. It paused everyone in the room. When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the far wall, she could see why. Their eyes were drinking her in, but she stayed inside.
The ladies gently guided her husband's pants off his legs. One straddled his thigh, whispering in his ear as she traced the tip of her clit over the bare skin of his thigh. The other drew her nails over his cock through his underwear.
The exposure embarrassed him - until he saw his wife.
Her head tilted back, she was locked in a deep kiss. A strong hand was enjoying the soft skin over her ribs.
At her feet, the other man pushed his warm tongue between her toes. She loved that, the husband knew. The tips of her toes and her clit were directly connected. It made her wet with sweet nectar - that and the kissing.
She had not put up a particularly strong fight. She couldn't now, her pussy was sure to veto any change to what they were doing to her. Especially as her bra was expertly unlatched and slid from her chest.
The perfect globes of her breasts felt free in the open. They ached to be touched. Fingers sampled the smooth skin of their undersides as she became aware of the licks along the inside of her knee.
Hands drew her panties free. Pulled over her hips, they fell to her ankles. He tossed them to the girls, who held its crotch to the husband's nose as he savored his wife's scent.
His cock had broken the code of silence. It was straining in his underwear like a turgid fish. It was a betrayal, flat out. His leg gleamed with girl juices where one of them had left a wet trail.
The wife's pussy gave her away also. Her labia warmed as her wetness coated them. Her traitorous flower opened invitingly.
