WARNING!!!
This story is about cuckolding and humiliation.
If this offends you, please do not read it.
I spent the best part of the early evening pacing back and forth throughout the house, a nervous wreck. Every time I passed the full length mirror in the hall I winced. What a freak I looked! Dressed like a whore. It didn't even cross my mind to take the tacky clothes off.
Somehow, the time passed, even though I was troubled by my over active imagination. Oh God, what might she and Margaret be doing right now at this precise moment?
I kept getting visions of her at the party. She would be dancing too close with all sorts of different men, all of them intent and hopeful of being the one she would choose to fuck her. I kept trying not to think about it but it was impossible.
I think I may have downed a couple of whiskies too many, as by midnight, I was beginning to bounce off the furniture as I prowled around the house.
I cannot think of the number of times I must have peered out of the window looking for some sign of her return.
Then all of a sudden I saw the headlights of a car swing in to our street and pull up outside our door. I quickly hid behind the curtains but left enough space to be able to see what was happening.
It was a taxicab. Tina got out followed by a young man who quite brazenly took her in his arms and kissed her in full view of any of our neighbours who might still be up and, watching.
Their smouldering kiss seemed to last for ever. Finally they made their good byes and he got back in to the cab and left.
I was in the hallway, standing self-consciously, when Tina let herself in.
Standing a little unsteadily, she suddenly burst out laughing, informing me that I looked like a whore in my slutty get-up.
She was more than a little drunk, as she stumbled in to my out stretched arms.
Oh-God, she felt so good, her warm womanly body pressed up against me.
