"Bully Instructs My Wife To Tease My Friends."
by Lustdarkly.
A follow-up to - "Bully Introduces My Wife to the Executives."
Looking good, smelling great, I arrived at James Thompson's apartment at seven and dashed up the stairs with a spring in my step. I hadn't seen Karen in three days! The Prick had taken my wife to Milan on a business trip. Tonight though, Karen and I were expected at our friends' house. We'd promised to meet them ages ago and having literally just returned, I'd been ordered to pick her up here. God how I'd missed my tiny wife.
Of course, James Thompson's apartment was fucking incredible, wasn't it! It had to be.
"Willy! You fucking cocksucker! Come on in." He cheered, slapping me hard on the shoulder. And there she was. Karen beamed her radiant smile when I entered the room and I didn't care in that moment that she'd been off fucking another man for three days - I love her. She squealed and came charging into my arms.
"Sheesh." James rolled his eyes and grumbled, "For fucks sake."
Karen looked amazing! All prepared to leave, she had on a very classy short length, fitted, tweed jacket and a voluminous matching knee length skirt - vintage looking, like those skirts you see on pin-up girls from the forties. In three-inch maroon heels and stockings, she was stunning! It was an entirely new outfit I'd never seen before.
"Hey, come see this Willy." said James, breaking us apart, dragging my arm.
"Oh James! Don't show him!" Karen giggled.
I followed James through his apartment, taking in his various luxuries and pretentious abstract paintings. He threw open his bedroom door and asked, "How do you like my new artwork?"
God!
My heart stopped.
Hanging above his bed was a gigantic framed print of my wife, wearing tennis shoes and nothing else. She was in "The Full Nelson" position where, lying on his back, James had her on top facing the camera. Her feet were dangling uselessly up in the air because he had his strong arms around the back of her knees, pinning her legs to her chest, his fingers locked round the back of her head. His massive cock stuffed in her tiny pussy took up most of the shot. It was fucking degrading! In it though, Karen was smiling.
"Oh fuck, no."
How many people had seen this? Fuck! He must've got it done at a Printers!
"Nice, isn't it?"
"James!" Karen laughed, playfully shoving him. "You'll give my husband a heart attack. Come on Thomas. We need to go - oh! I nearly forgot this!" Hanging on the bedroom door was a laundered outfit in plastic. A long black skirt and transparent white blouse. The pearl silk teddy was there too, shining good as new. It was the outfit she'd worn to the reunion - the one where she'd been stripped on stage.
"James recovered my clothes for me. Isn't that sweet?" She gave James a quick peck on the mouth. "We really have to go. We're late."
"Hang on a sec. I've got something for you." James told her. It's on the living room table.
I took one last look at the vile picture and followed them.
"What's this?" She asked, taking the small box. She yelled gleefully and bounced on the spot when she opened it and saw the butt-plug. It was silver, with a sparkling Swarovski crystal.
"Oh, for fucks sake." I said. It was my turn to grumble.
"It's beautiful! Thank you! Can I wear it now? she giggled, bending over the table at the same time, pulling up her skirts revealing the most beautiful ass in stockings and suspenders and thong. "Let me suck it first." she said, putting the plug in her mouth.
James shoved her tits down onto the table making her ass stand high and exposed. He pulled her thong aside revealing my wife's now completely bald pussy - he'd shaved her!
Before, she'd always had a nice little bit of manicured bush but now she was completely bald!
James couldn't help sucking on her delicious little clit. Pulling it with his lips and flicking his tongue on her bud. He parted her cheeks wide, giving me a mischievous sideways look and started rimming her asshole. Taking the plug, he inserted it slowly, Karen groaning with pleasure, leaning back to meet his pressure. It slipped inside and she wiggled her ass at us, grinning. "How does it look?"
"Fucking incredible." said James.
Biting her lower lip, she turned to him, "Can I quickly suck your cock again? Just one last time?"
He laughed. "God's sake! No! You've drained my balls dry! I told you."
"Well, can I just see it one last time then?" she begged, unzipping his flies.
He sighed, relenting. "Hurry up then."
I remembered the night of the reunion, how she wouldn't let me kiss her 'cos she'd spent an hour doing her make up. She didn't seem particularly bothered about her make-up right now though, so long as she could get James Thompson's penis in her mouth!
Even flaccid, his cock was rather amazing, I begrudgingly admitted. I could see why she liked it so much.
"Honey," she said to me. "Get my phone outta my clutch. I want a quick selfie."
Fucking hell.
Not only did I have to find her phone, but she made me take the photograph while she kissed his cock and balls, pressing his member against her cheek, licking the tip. It twitched, responding. "Okay, that's enough! Time to go. Fuck!" James demanded, wrestling his snake back into his trousers.
"Don't forget your box." he told her, pointing to a small shoebox on the dresser by the door. Karen snatched it protectively up and hugged it to her chest. "And follow my orders exactly." he warned, pointing his finger in her face. She playfully sucked it, grinning. "Yes. Sir!"
In the car I asked, "What did he mean by orders?
"You'll see." she said coquettishly.
"Is that thing comfortable?" I asked.
"What thing? My butt-plug?" She wriggled her ass on the seat. "It feels fucking amazing! I wish I had a cock in my ass right now!"
God... what had become of my wife?
When we arrived at Graham and Samantha's, I found myself feeling fluttery and anxious and thought, if anyone should be nervous it should be Karen. Be she was just eager to get inside. My three best friends from school, Graham, Steven and Craig, and their wives, Sam, Kay and Michelle, had watched me become cuckolded. Had watched open-mouthed as James Thompson carried my bare-ass wife right past them, taking her upstairs to his room to fuck. They also knew she hadn't left James until two days later. AND they also knew she was still fucking him! I wasn't sure how this night was going to go.
Graham opened the door and beamed a welcome, genuine smile at us both. "Hallo, sweetheart." he crooed, embracing Karen in a gentle bear hug. "Come on in you lovely people. It's lovely to see you. They're heeeere!" he called into the house, closing the door behind us. Five wonderful adults came clambering into the hallway, the girls made me grin, tottering in their heels. I relaxed immediately, thanking the stars I had them in our lives.
The girls embraced Karen all at the same time and Steven said, "Karen, is that you? I didn't recognize you with all your clothes on!"
All eyes snapped on him, the three girls looked like they were going to murder him when he chuckled, raising his hands. He winked at Karen and mouthed the word "sorry" to her. "I'm only joking."
There was a mere flicker of pause and then we all started laughing. The ice was broken.
"He's a doofus, Karen." said Craig, and so are the rest of us. Your Thomas most of all."
Karen nodded in agreement. "Oh, I know that!" she chuckled.
"What do you have there?" Sam asked, looking at the shoebox in Karen's hands.
