"Now dear, I am going to have to tell your punishment. I can't let you away with that little indiscretion, you know!" She carefully clipped her suspender belt onto the tops of the stockings. "I know you think you are going to be following me the whole night, then coming back here to spy on me from the wardrobe, but I don't think you deserve that treat now. You can follow us to the bar, but after that, I forbid you to enter the same building as me until 6 a.m." Harsh as it was, I knew better than to argue, as anything I said could result in even stricter punishments. Anyway, she hadn't said I couldn't look in from outside! I just nodded, and looked suitably chastened.
Geri pulled on a half-cup, lacy bra, jet black to match her suspenders. It pushed her chest out and up, forcing the tremendously firm globes of flesh together to form a deep ravine of cleavage. She stood in her underwear on one foot, then on the other, slipping on her stilettos. She walked a few steps towards the bed, and I admired the taut muscles in her legs, as the high heels pushed up and accented her calves, and the sheer black stocking material clung to every shapely curve. Lifting the black dress, she slipped it down over her head and swivelled to examine the result in the huge wall mirror beside the bed. With the slutty makeup and expensive dress and shoes, she was a stunning contradiction; poised and provocative, elegant and vampish. Smiling at herself, she walked into the hall, picked up her bag and headed out the door, without as much as a word to me. Her complete lack of regard for me caught me by surprise at first, than drove my arousal even higher!
I watched out the window as a large sports car roared down the street and screeched to a halt. My lovely wife stepped in and gave the driver a long, hard kiss. As she turned away from him, I could see her smeared lipstick framing a fiendish grin on her beautiful face, before the car catapulted away from the kerb and out of my sight.
I hurried to my car and drove aimlessly, waiting for a message from my wife to tell me where to drive. My mind was working overtime imagining where she was and what she could be doing. Almost an hour had passed when my phone beeped. O'Shaughnessy's. Hands really shaking now, I drove downtown and parked around the corner from the building, on a dimly-lit side-street. My stomach was heaving as I walked in and stood at the end of the bar, not daring to look about. I ordered a beer from the bartender, and took a long, long pull from the bottle. Finally, I plucked up the courage to look around me.
To my right, about ten yards away and completely alone at the end of the bar, sat my wife and her gym instructor. They were perched on high bar stools and were obviously engrossed in each other. Geri had her back to me, laughing riotously at something he was saying, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Dave's eyes passed across me over her shoulder without stopping – he had never met me, but I was still relieved not to be recognised and completely humiliated! As they talked, I noticed that he kept watching the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive. The other thing I noticed was that Geri was getting drunker by the minute, sinking back large vodka and cokes, and laughing loudly. My ears burned as the sound of her laughter got more and more raucous, clearly enjoying herself with this hunk. She hardly stopped touching him, a hand lightly resting on his muscled arm or moving down his large thighs, her fingers trailing across his wide chest or ruffling his dark Italian hair.
I ordered another beer, dragging this one out as long as I could as I watched them. Dave leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She giggled, looked round a little stupidly, and then shuffled a little closer to him. I held my breath as I saw his hand slide along the slit in her dress and reach the top of her thighs. He grinned, doubtlessly feeling the stocking tops and suspender belt. He whispered something else, and I could see the burn spread across my wife's neck. She shook her head no, slowly. I could see his eyebrows rise in surprise. He reached down, and I saw her knees slowly part! Knowing what was happening, I moved discreetly past them round the bar to get a better view. Now Geri faced me over Dave's shoulder, but I didn't have to worry about what she would do if she saw me, as her eyes were completely closed. Dave's hand was between her legs, her dress riding up around her knees as he played with her pantyless crotch. She was clearly enjoying the examination he was giving her, as she soon began to squirm on the stool. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand, obviously not wanting to draw too much attention. Geri's face was a picture! She leaned over and whispered in his ear now, intimating things I could only dream of. He shook his head, looking at his watch and then the door. Just then, two men entered and looked around. They were bodybuilders too, tight T-shirts stretched across ripped pecs and pumped arms, cropped blond hair and impossible tans, easily over 6ft each. Dave stood up to greet them, and for the first time I saw that he was a giant, maybe 6'6'' or 6'7''. He towered over Geri as he introduced Rob and Ted. She looked mesmerised, and I could see her mind working overtime at the implications of these two showing up at the bar. Whatever she thought was going to happen, she looked delighted with her prospects. My heart was pounding at this turn of events, and at my wife's gleeful reaction to it!
Dave announced to the group that it was time to move on as it was getting late, and my heart sank as I remembered my punishment. I couldn't follow them in anywhere! If they went to a nightclub, I was in for a long night! My wife swept out of the bar with her trio of hunks, this time throwing me a wicked grin and a long, slow wink over her shoulder as she left. Not once had I seen her so much as glance at me in the bar, but she'd been aware of my presence the entire time! I rushed to the door and followed them as they walked around the corner. Up ahead, the little party had stopped. Dave's hand caressed Geri's butt as he manoeuvred her into his car, and the other two whistled at the sight of her long, luscious legs appearing through the dress as she stepped into the back. Dave laughed as Rob and Ted quickly dived into the back of the car after her, eager to further their acquaintance with her.
I got into my car and started the engine, waiting to see where they would go. Dave drove much more slowly than I expected, and I thought I understood why. Geri was really getting to grips with his two friends in the back seat, and he was savouring the show! Following behind, I could see her mashing her face into Rob's in a frenzy, with Ted looking on with a big smile on his face. She snogged Rob for an age, tongues wetly duelling. Eventually, Ted's head disappeared from view. I couldn't see anything that was happening below shoulder level, but from the way Dave was driving, I guessed things were hotting up on his back seat.
Their car stopped at traffic lights, and I moved alongside, peering in frantically, trying to get a better look. There was no danger of any of the car's occupants spotting me, as they were totally engrossed in their sordid little display. My wife's dress had been pulled down beneath her chest, and her tits lifted from the constraint of the bra. Ted was sucking relentless on one nipple while twisting the other with his fingers, then alternating his attentions to other tit. Even from a distance, I could see how aroused my wife's sensitive nipples had become from his efforts, engorged and dark pink, filled with blood. Rob was still tonguing her mouth brutally, his hand up her dress, pleasuring her pussy. My wife was being completely mauled by these two strangers, and she looked like she was enjoying every second! As I drove past the car, I caught a glimpse of her hand, jerking frantically at Rob's impressive cock.
Dave spun the car without warning into the next street. It was ours! I had been so caught up in Geri's antics, I hadn't realised Dave's intended destination. I turned around and drove down the street, moving past the house slowly, watching as my beautiful, slut wife got out of the car, her dress falling back into place, adjusting her chest back into the bra and under the dress. As the quartet made their way into the house, I parked down the street and hurried back to my home. Crouching down beside the lounge window, I watched Geri open a couple of windows, probably to enable me to hear the proceedings and suffer a little more. The guys arranged themselves on the couches, talking to each other in a jokey, expectant manner. I could hear their voices clearly in the night, discussing Geri as if she wasn't there.
"Man, Dave, what a hot piece of ass you have here!" Rob chuckled.
"She's a real slut Dave, she just loved what she was getting in the car!" added Ted. "Where's her husband?"
"He's been sent out for the night!" said Dave. "Tell the boys why, slut!" My face burned at the tone he was using to my wife; harsh, superior and knowing.
"I want to get fucked!" Geri blushed, mumbling.
"Come on, tell them what you told me!"
"I want to get fucked by someone with a big cock. My husband's cock is tiny, and Dave's is so big. I just want something to fill me, to really satisfy me!" Her voice was clearer, stronger, her desire evident in her tone.
"Tell them what you are, slut!"
"I'm a cheap, cheating slag. I'm a little cock-whore who wants to have rampant sex with other men!" Geri was growing into the role now, relishing the filthy words leaving her mouth at her instructor's encouragement.
Dave laughed and told her to come over and kneel down. She did as she was told, unsteady in her stilettos now, trembling with arousal at the authority in his tone. All the poise and elegance was gone now, her desire for this huge man overriding everything else.
"Fix us all a drink, and bring in a chair from the kitchen. Put some music on. And ask my friends if they'd like a blowjob."
Geri scurried about, doing as she was told. All done, she stopped in front of Rob. She had recovered some of her earlier confidence, and stood with a fist on her hip, one leg on the sofa beside him, allowing a view of her long, shapely legs and hairless pussy. She slowly raised an eyebrow and drawled in her soft Southern voice, more than a hint of come-on in her tone.
