I was now resigned to losing my wife to John on Saturdays. So, the following Saturday when Cathie came down the stairs, wearing a short dress, well above her knees, and showing some cleavage, I said, "Off to model for John again?"
Cathie told me that John was out of town for the weekend; and I thought, well, I finally have my wife to myself on a Saturday finally, but she quickly dispelled that notion when she told me that John had agreed to let some of his club members use her as their model today. Then she asked me to drive her to Joe's place in the country. Joe? Who was he? Cathie told me that I had met him when he and Bill approached us in the mall. Although Cathie did not know Joe, she kissed him when he requested it, just as she had kissed Bill. Joe was the older, short, portly man. After each getting a kiss upon their departure, I saw them talking and laughing. Joe did look back at us with a smirk on his face. I developed an instant dislike for him. Now I was to deliver my wife to him?!
"Joe, the man you did not know but gave him two kisses on the lips?" I said.
"Now don't get upset. We talked about this. That is the club rule and since Bill is a member of the club, it seemed appropriate. Also, you raised no objection when it happened nor when we met Mr. Lee. Besides, I told you I now French kiss the men as this is required for me to continue attending their parties. It is just kissing. Also, this is a modeling session not a kissing session."
Well, I suppose my flash of anger was just a way to cover the feeling of excitement I was starting to feel. Cathie was right and I thought this is the first time she will model for more than one man and it would be best if I were there to see that nothing untoward happened and to watch her modeling. So, I agreed to drive to Joe's place with my wife.
When we got there, I knocked and Joe answered the door. He was as I remembered, short and pudgy, thick glasses and balding, and unattractive. He looked at me like I was nothing, less than a messenger boy, there was no greeting. However, then he saw Cathie, and he gave her a broad smile; put his hands on her hip and pulled her to him. She did not resist. She inclined her head and Joe gave her a French kiss, lasting about 30 seconds. It was the first time I had seen my wife exchange such an intimate kiss with another man. I could see that she had slacken her jaw to allow Joe to have access to her mouth with his tongue and he took advantage of that. I could see his mouth open on my wife's lips and saw his tongue dart into my wife's mouth and then saw my wife's tongue swirl around his. He was making sure that I could see his tongue going into my wife's mouth. I had the impression that he was making a show of it to put me in my place. I noticed his right hand still on my wife's left hip. Where was his other hand? On her hip or lower? I did not see but imagined that it was on her ass!
I stood there in stunned silence. What a sight. Despite what I had heard about the kissing at the parties, seeing this up close and how mismatched they were was humiliating. I looked around to make sure no one was watching this travesty. No one was around. The longer the kiss went on, I became angry that this was happening right in front of me and more angry that I was getting a full-on erection.
When the kiss ended, Joe directed Cathie to the interior of the house and said to me, with a condescending smile, "Good boy, you've done your duty bringing your wife here for us. I will call you when we are done with her so you can come pick her up." With that he closed the door while I just stood there like a dummy, in simmering silence. How dare this inferior little gnome of a man talk to me like that! What did he have that gave him the right to condescend to me? I knew in every way I should have been superior to him. I was taller, better built, better looking, in much better shape than he was. What did he give my wife that I didn't? I knew he and his buddies could instruct my wife, they had control over her and she would pose however they wanted, and I delivered her to them. He probably was thinking if he had a wife, he would not do such a thing. So, what did he have that gave him the right to condescend to me? Well, he had my wife, and she was going to do what he told her to. Mindful of my growing erection and fearful of the potential for more humiliation, I dared not knock on the door and try to claim back was what rightfully mine, but continued standing, going over what I had just witnessed and heard. What was wrong with me?
