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Chapter 4. Hotwife Casy goes to a dinner event.

Welcome to a true chronicle of recent events in our lives, presented in a straightforward, chronological fashion. We are a married couple struggling to survive financially while both attending school.

In the first chapter, we discovered how Casy, my 22-year-old blonde wife, managed to save us during the very week we were on the brink of losing everything. In the second chapter, I witnessed her doing just that with the owner of the company she works for. By the third chapter, with our health improving thanks to better nutrition, our lives took a positive turn as Casy pursued something she truly loves and excels at.

Recorded from memory by Wolf. Thursday 5 November.

When we arrived home on Thursday night, there was a package on the landing by our door. Inside was a box containing a new sheer gold Balmain dress.

Casy said, "Wow, just the name alone on this dress box adds $1,000 to the price tag."

I was with her when she shopped for the dress she's been wearing to Charlie and his wife's dinner events. Charlie is the owner of the chain of dry cleaners that Casy that Casy has a part time job in one of. I remember cringing when current one we liked cost us $50 at Rosses. Casy went into the bedroom to try on the dress while I started doing schoolwork.

Later, I told her, "The dress reminds me about this Saturday's dinner event."

Charlie has been inviting us every month to dinners that a club of food service professionals prepare for each other. Charlie's wife has a catering business.

I said, "I kind of thought the only reason we were going to those old people's events was for the free meal. All they did was stand around and talk about recipes and the food business. Although the food is great, we're not as interested in it as they are. Now that we have some money and aren't going hungry all the time, I don't think we should go to the dinner event this time."

Casy said, "I've been wearing the same dress for all four of the dinner parties this club has invited us to. Now that I have a new one, I'd like to go at least one more time."

While thinking of a good counterpoint, I mentioned that I've been wearing the same old suit every time, and at the last event, I splashed bits of marinara sauce on the trousers that I didn't think would come out.

Casy said, "Silly boy, you haven't seen this dress. Just wait, I'll go put it on to show you."

It took a while for her to come back out. When she did, she was wearing the dress and a new pair of high-heeled shoes to match. She had also pinned her hair up and put on makeup.

Casy said as I looked up from my schoolwork, "Silly boy, look at me in this dress. Do you really think anyone is going to be noticing the marinara stains on your suit pants?"

The whole apartment seemed charged with electricity. I had never seen anything more spectacular. Her tanned skin visually flowed from her neck into her bare shoulders and down a deep plunging neckline between her large breasts. The gold material got tight around her little waist and down to just above the knees. A slit centered on her right thigh opened to show her tanned, smooth skin from the top of her leg to the new gold sandal-type 5" skinny high heels. When she twirled, I saw that the dress was backless so far down that wearing panties was not an option because they would show unsightly.

After I caught my breath, I asked if she thought that dress could be worn at this type of event. What would those fuddy-duddy people think?

Casy asked, "Would you want to see me there in this dress?"

I, of course, answered, "Yes, yes, oh yes."

She said, "We both know that Charlie sent me this dress to wear on Saturday. It cost a few thousand dollars, so it's obvious that he wants me to wear it. Those are the only two people whose opinions I care about."

Recorded by Wolf. Saturday 7 November.

I had the greatest time at the dinner. Like usual, everyone knew that I wasn't going to be an interesting conversationalist about the latest food preparation techniques, so I was left alone to observe the reactions of the men and women to Casy and her dress. It was great entertainment.

This month's house for dinner was what, in my modest upbringing, I would call it a magnificent mansion, resplendent with opulent details and high ceilings that exuded elegance. An open bar graced the expansive formal dining room, adorned with exquisite chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the polished surfaces. However, dinner was not served there. Instead, a set of grand double swinging doors revealed a sprawling, state-of-the-art kitchen, where elegantly set tables awaited. Dinner was served right in this kitchen, allowing all the esteemed guests from the restaurant and catering business to engage in the art of cooking.

The ladies all had forced polite expressions on their faces, and their voices made nice little lies about how they liked Case's dress. Some of the men couldn't say anything; they just shook her hand and froze in place looking. It was the same group of guests as the other times except this time there was an additional single man and a new couple. Charlie made a special effort to introduce Casy to the new people. He then led the wife of the new couple to the bar to get drinks for them. That left Casy and the two new men who stayed together the rest of the night, talking and laughing.

Before and after the actual sit-down dinner part, all of the restaurant and catering professionals spent the entire time in the kitchen. Casy, Charlie, the two new men, and I spent the entire time out in the formal dining room where the bar was. The married man's name was, -- well, I actually can't remember for some reason, but for simplicity, I'll call him Tye until I can remember. Both men were in their 50s, I guess. Tye looked a lot like Charlie with a bald head, big lips, and a beer gut. He was not quite as big as Charlie but close. I never saw him without this great big toothy smile on his face. It was like it was frozen on him. Tye seemed to have forgotten about his wife being there because he spent a lot of time looking at the way the 5" heels made Casy's bottom all perky whenever he was behind her. The bachelor was also a tall man, but very trim and fit. He had that smooth look and mannerisms about him. And fittingly enough, his name was Tyrone. Unbelievable. Casy said that Charlie and the two friends had been friends for decades. They were guests of Charlie's and not part of the catering business club.

Casy was in her element all night. She was in a constant flirt mode. She was doing all the all-star moves, like slowly playing with her hair while batting her natural eyelashes. She was practically floating between the two or three men, turning to give attention to each of them seemingly one person at a time and all of them at the same time. For short periods, there would be more men until their wives would come fetch them. My wife was touching the men on their shoulders, arms, and chests as much as they were wishing they could be doing that to her. A few times, Tye or Tyrone would nonchalantly think it would look like an innocent accident and brush the back of their hand across her bottom. But the discretion was a failed attempt because every eye in the house was looking at the group and could see their intentions. She was definitely in her element. Casy has always been a world-class flirt. She loves driving men crazy, making them want what they can't have. She loves knowing she has succeeded.

Dinner was great, with my favorite Cajun cuisine. After that, all I wanted to do was get Casy somewhere so I could be with her. But the three men would not let Casy leave. Finally, in the end, the only people left were the cleanup crew, Charlie and his wife, Tye and his wife, Tyrone, Casy, me, and the host couple, who were doing their best to be socially polite in their attempts to get rid of Casy so the others would leave too. The male of the host couple eventually came over to me and asked if I would grab my wife and leave. One of the many good things I saw that night was that there was no way Casy was ever going to be allowed back at one of these events.

Tye and Tyrone

Recorded from memory by Wolf. Sunday 8 November.

On Sunday night I spent a lot of very enjoyable time getting Casy prepared for Monday night. We knew from Charlie's actions the night before that Monday night was surly going to be an overtime pay night with him.

Recorded by Wolf. Monday 9 November.

I got a text today shortly after I dropped Casy at work: Starting overtime pay at 4 pm today. Not spending the night. I must study for that test tomorrow. You come home at 9.

I finished the work I was doing in the school library and headed home. I parked down the road and walked to our apartment. I decided that I am no longer going to be a voyeur. Without anyplace else to go, I went back to my old lounge chair by the pool. The sweet sound of the engine in that Z06 corvette came from the parking lot. Charlie pulled into our apartment's assigned vacant parking spot. I could see through the gaps in the privacy fence Casy climbing out and going inside. I had sworn off voyeurism, so that meant I had over 4 hours to wait. Casy went up the stairwell with her hand in Charlie's hand. After about 15 minutes I decided that I might as well be getting some studying done while I am waiting around the pool in the cold. I needed to go retrieve my school laptop from our car that I had parked out on the road, because there were no more visitors and non-reserved parking spaces vacant. Then I was really puzzled about what I saw just before I started to exit the pool area gate. Casy came out of the stairwell and used a key to open the mid-engine corvette. She then reached under the driver's seat to pull out what looked like a small gift bag and went back inside. What was really puzzling was her hair was pinned up high on her head, she was barefoot, and believe it or not she was wearing her new gold Balmain dress, the one that she had worn Saturday night with all the men flocking around her.

"Why would she be wearing that same dress that she wore Saturday night?"

This was hard to figure out. "Were they going somewhere tonight?"

Maybe. I tried to figure out what was going on then decided to not be concerned, so I better get back to my studies. As I was going out the pool gate into the parking lot the second time, I saw Tye from Saturday night walking into the parking lot from the road. I ducked back inside the gate as I thought to myself this is very interesting. Tye walked in and went directly into the stairway to our apartment. The pledge to myself about no longer being a voyeur has just been trumped by overwhelming curiosity. But I still could not climb up on the patio roof in daylight. For a while I am thinking what more crazy things could happen next. I even said facetiously to myself, "The only thing that could possibly make this anymore unbelievable is if that other man from Saturday, Tyrone, would show up. Amazingly enough, that is exactly what happened. A Porsche 911 Carria GTS came into the parking lot. I can see the 6'4" Tyrone all scrunched into the driver's seat. What's the deal? Do these guys know each other or something? Do they race each other on the track or to see who can spend to most on a car? He drives back out of the parking lot when he sees no parking places. Tyrone parks out on the road, walks back and heads up the stairs to our apartment.

With all the pieces of the puzzle in place the picture is now clear as to what is going on. These three longtime friends were so worked up and aroused with the situation last Saturday night, they had to recreate and continue where they left off when Casy left. So, I figured Charlie bragged that he could make it happen. So now they are in our apartment, all three of them close around Casy in the same expensive sexy dress that she had on at the event Saturday. She probably has put the same 5" hi-heals on, with her hands all over them. Exactly where they left off Saturday. Except this time there are no group of wives scrutinizing every move they make. I knew that in a minute they would be moving past where they were when we left the dinner event. They would have six hands on her from all sides. As they got rougher, she would be having them take her dress off, not forgetting its value. I could guess what would be happening next, and it was driving me crazy with the desire to find out. The problem is that it will be more than an hour before it is dark enough to find out. My resolution to no longer be a voyeur lasted about 3 hours. Voyeur anonymous would not be impressed.

It took a lot longer to get dark enough. There was a moon up for a while, the apartment across the yard from us had its porch light on for a while, and I was not wearing black clothing this time. When I did finally get climbed up and leaned out as before to see in the bedroom window, all four of them were in the bedroom. It was scary because getting into the place, Casy was possibly drawing attention from the neighbors with her constant screaming and moaning. What I saw was Charlie kneeling naked on one side of the bed, caressing her boobs with one hand and stroking that monster cock with the other. Tyrone was on his back on the bed with his black cock pushed way up into Casy while she was passionately trying to kiss him between orgasms. Casy was face down on top of Tyrone, smashing Charlie's hand between her right tit and Tyrone's sternum. Her knees were drawn up alongside Tyrone's hips and her bottom up in the air. She could have her bottom up like that because Tyrone's cock was so long. I noticed that a beautiful dark tan, at least for a blonde girl, looked pale between all that black. Tye's part was the most shocking to me. He was kneeling behind Casy with a tube their lubricant in one hand. He squeezed a bunch directly into the center of the hole of her bottom without warming it first. Casy did not seem to complain. Next, Tye inserted his lube-soaked fingers and started a slow in out and with a twisting action. Casy's screams of pleasure were replaced with a gasp noise as she stopped moving up and down on Tyrone. Ensuring that she did not lift to far as to cause Tyrone's cock to fall out, she poked her bottom up to accept Tye's attention. Tye increased the rhythm of is finger motion in her. Then he added another finger, then another. Casy seemed to not be able to continue to kiss Tyrone as all of her attention was focused elsewhere. Tyrone, however, did not stop his upward thrusts. Tye then scooted his hips forward, raising up to a crouch on his feet. He placed the head of his circumcised cock on her pink open hole and pushed just far enough to easily get just the head inside Casy. He paused there for Casy to take in the full effect of what was happening to her. Then slowly, Tye began to lower himself down on her, pushing himself deep inside of Casy as he did. Tyrone could feel what was happening to her. Tyrone stopped his pumping motion so he could hold his hips up and keeping securely in Casy. She must have had a very full feeling. Tye and Tyrone began trusting in unison. They were separated by the thinnest of membranes, so they had no problem keeping together in their thrusts. It was probably less than a minute before it all ended when I could see Tye's whole body stiffen. Tye pushed down with all of his weight deep into Casy as he grunted loudly. Tye then collapsed down on her back, the total weight now making it impossible for Tyrone to continue his thrusting rhythm. Casy gets quieter, though it is obvious that she is still having some residual orgasm effects.

Charlie asks, "Was I right when I told you guys that my girl is really something."

They all just laughed.

Then Chalie said, "Next time I want in on that."

They laughed again but this time Tyrone said, "I can't breathe, Tye, you got to get your fat ass off of us."

Tye rolled off and Casy lifted off of Tyrone's still hard cock. She moved on over to give Charlie a great big thank you kiss as Tyrone was scooting on his knees over behind Casy to finish what he had started.

I heard a male voice below yelling, "Hey what are you doing up there?"

Some guy with a dog on a leash peeing on the post below me was looking up.

I said a line that I had haphazardly preplanned. "This darn screen had popped out, and it can only get back in by pushing from the outside. The girl goes buzzerk every time a big night bug flies in the window because this screen is out."

He said, " Oh so that is what all the noise the whole complex is hearing is all about."

As climb down I say "Yes, and now that the screen is back in. I better go check on her."

I quickly left around to the front side of our building. I have no idea if he knew or ever figured out that my story made no sense because the window was closed, and all windows had been closed in this cold weather for at least the past month.

I spent the next two hours studying while wrapped up in some blankets that I put in our old car just for this new way of life. When the men had left, I went inside to see Casy. She was happy, tired, and sore. She tried to tell me some of what she could but with no details. She made a point to say that she had the time of her life, and that Charlie was spectacular while she was in the shower before starting to study for her morning exam at school. On the bed, again all sticky in a wet spot, there was the usual $100 bill from Charlie. On the dresser were two envelops with $800 in each with love notes from Tye and Tyrone. Also, an expensive-looking diamond necklace that must have been from Charlie.

Recorded by Wolf. Tuesday 10 November.

Casy filled me in generally, on all happen had happened Monday night without any details. She said Charlie told her that her neck looked a little bare at the dinner event, so this time he bought me a necklace to wear with her dress for this event. She really liked Tye and Tyrone and hopes to see them again. Between the three of them, she was in a constant state of orgasm for more than four hours. They kept taking turns so there was never a break, she explained.