The Confession

They had watched my wife being fucked. Four of her colleagues, who were sitting here chatting with me at this reception event for the new CEO of her company, along with Michael, the fifth of them. He had been the one to fuck her.

This was completely out of character for my sweet little faithful wife, Susan. She is very attractive, 5 foot nine inches, brunette, with 34D breasts and size 12 figure. She looks after herself, she swims most days and is slim and toned. She had never had sex with anybody other than me, although I had had some experiences before we had met and got together.

She was so embarrassed about her behaviour that night that she had initially planned to leave her job as soon as possible afterwards as she felt so ashamed. However, she had to find another one first, so she carried on working in the office. The first few days back at the office had been increasingly difficult. She became more timid, awkward and embarrassed and wasn't really functioning. Eventual she couldn't stand any more and came to tell me that she was leaving her job. As we discussed it, she couldn't really explain why she was leaving the job and that was when she decided to tell me the truth.

She was very tearful and apologetic, begging for forgiveness. She couldn't believe she had let it happen, what must I think? She would never let it happen again etc, etc...

Admittedly, I was shocked, but I found myself getting hard as she confessed. When the explosion of anger that she expected didn't happen, she started to look deeply into my eyes, and quickly worked it out. I was enormously turned on and when she realised she was breathless with excitement.

I made her tell me all the details as she stroked my cock. She was revelling in the new power she had over me, then she sucked my cock to orgasm.

Afterwards, we agreed, it had turned me on to think about her acting like such a slut. But none of our other friends must find out what she had done, and none of her colleagues must find out that I knew. If they knew that I knew, then they would have expected some sort of fall out. We needed to carry on as if nothing had happened. They must certainly never know what I actually thought about it. And, she didn't have permission, or plans, to do anything similar in future.

She told me that it had started as a bit of a joke during an evening after work when they were having a drink to celebrate a successful contract deal. She already knew that they all fancied her, but nobody had ever made a pass, and she hadn't ever considered any of them as anything other than colleagues. On that evening she was slightly drunk and reacted to their teasing by starting a 'fake' strip tease in response to their teasing as a bit of a laugh. She soon had all of their attention and was enjoying is, so it went a bit further than she intended. Soon she had fully unbuttoned her blouse and they could see her gorgeous bra-restrained breasts. She decided to go a little further, just to tease, and stepped out of her skirt. The audience was getting quieter by then and she felt a little self conscious, standing there in in just an unbuttoned blouse and her underwear, so she dropped the blouse to the ground. The men couldn't believe it, here she was, the office crumpet, standing before them in just her well filled bra and her tiny panties..

She had planned to stop there, she dint think she had the courage to go further, but thought about how some of her friends had gone topless on the beach in the past. She had wondered about how that felt, so why not? She unfastened her bra, took it off and playfully twirled it over her head. As she told me all of this I could imagine her beautiful bare breasts swaying as her audience cheered. She was really turned on by now, enjoying having so much power over these men, but had no intention of going any further. But, she thought, she was so turned on that if one of them asked her to take her panties off, she probably would.

"Take your knickers off now" a voice said, so she smiled, hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pulled her knickers off her bottom before shuffling them off completely, standing naked in front of the five men.

They couldn't believe their luck and started to tell he how gorgeous she looked and to reach out to touch her, all ten hands stroking and fondling her and she knew it was getting out of hand.

"I'm not fucking all of you," she said "OK" said Michael "then pick one of us."

So that's how she found herself spread eagled on the desk, with the tip of Michael's 8 inch rigid cock rubbing her entrance. Then he pushed the fat, swollen head into her. I could imagine how she looked at that moment. I could imagine her little gasp as her eyelids lowered and her lips parted. Then he pushed the rigid shaft into her, then started pumping it in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. As she told me I could almost see and hear her gasping and moaning as her breasts were bouncing in rhythm with her fucking. On and on he pumped, getting faster, with deepening breaths as she moaned under him, watching the other men enjoying her ecstasy as she came noisily just a second or 2 before Michael pumped his cum into her.

They all agreed afterwards that it had been fantastic and they were still all very turned on. But, once Susan's state of arousal decreased, she quickly realised what she had done. She dressed, shamefully and left, before swearing them to secrecy.

She thought she would get a new job, but we couldn't afford for her to give this one up until she had found a new position. She could barely look them in the eye over the next few days and her shame was what prompted her confession to me.

After the confession, and my unexpected response, she returned to the office with much more confidence and decided not to change jobs. She seemed happier than ever there. Literally a strong, powerful woman.

In the mean time we had both continued to enjoy talking about what had happened. She had even recreated the strip tease for me.

So, there we were a few days later, at a drinks reception in her office, with her colleagues. "You have to come along" she had said to me when the invitation landed, "you have always attended theses boring things with me before," she said. "If you don't come along, now they will all be suspicious that you know what happened, and they will all be wondering why you haven't done something about it before now." I was very unsure that I could actually look them all in the eye knowing what they had done to my wife, but she said "You have to come along if you want us to carry on as normal." So I had to go along.

There were lots of other people there, but Susan had been involved in conversation with these same five men. Michael, who she worked with as PA and the other four colleagues from her division who had watched her being fucked.

And, here I was, was watching them chatting to each other, exchanging knowing glances with each other and holding eye contact with Susan a bit too long as they talked. I kept thinking about what she had told me. I kept thinking about what they had done and all the time I was developing a raging hard on. Were they remembering how her naked breasts looked? How hard her nipples were when she was turned on? The look on her face as his cock entered her? The things she had murmured as he was fucking her? I was embarrassed about how turned on I was and glad they didn't know what was on my mind.

Towards the end of the evening, out of the blue, Susan said "There is a team conference next weekend, I have been invited to take part to provide admin support, is that OK?"

"That's ok isn't it?" said Michael. "You can have the weekend 'wife free' and get some golf practise in."

What could I say? It was unexpected, but they were all looking at me waiting for an answer. I didn't want to give myself away by objecting to her spending time with them. "Yes, sure" I said "if you need her there and she wants to go along, that's fine."

"Oh that's great" she smiled at me, pecking me on the lips. Our eyes met and I could tell what she was thinking. I realised she was planning to get fucked all weekend, and we would both love it. "That's settled then" grinned Michael as we were leaving the party.