It was Sunday. The day after the dinner party my wife Vikki and I had given with Vikki's three bosses from her work.
I woke up and glanced over to Vikki, she was still asleep. Tired and drunk when she went to bed she hadn't washed before crashing out and the cum on her face was still visible, as were smudges of it on her pillowcase.
I left her to sleep whilst I went downstairs and started clearing up the mess. Bits of cum were on the carpet and chair, including my wasted ejaculation at the end of the night. The plates and glasses were still on the table.
By lunchtime, the mess cleared, Vikki limped down the stairs.
"My head hurts" she whispered. I got her some painkillers.
"Thanks" she responded slowly, "did everyone enjoy themselves last night?"
"I think so" I replied, "the guys left happy having been sucked off by my dirty, drunk wife before cumming down her throat and over her face. You seemed more than happy to oblige but still failed to guess whose cock was whose. Whilst I had a fantasy fulfilled by watching it all happen".
"Did it really turn you on, darling?" Vikki said.
"Yes, it really did".
"I thought they were all going to want to fuck me" Vikki continued, "did you think that? Maybe they were embarrassed and left early after what had happened. God, tomorrow could be awkward at work".
I tried to dispel her fears, "I'm sure they all wanted to fuck you, and I would have loved to have seen that, but I don't think it will be uncomfortable at work. They were quite the gents, to be honest."
"Well, we'll find out tomorrow, I suppose" Vikki continued,"best to pick up the kids, busy day ahead"
For the rest of the day we didn't speak about what had happened the night before. We just carried on as if it was a normal Sunday in the household.
Monday was a usual day. Kids off to school, Vikki and I off to work. Vikki decided not to wear anything low cut or revealing, which she occasionally did dependant on the weather, just in case it aroused anyone in the office.
It was now sometime later, about 5pm. Vikki had left work a couple of hours beforehand to pick the kids up from school when I got a call from my company's receptionist. "Two parcels and a letter – recorded express delivery downstairs for you".
I wondered what it was as I never got any goodies sent to me at work.
I collected the deliveries and took them back to my office. The parcels, one red and one brown, had the following written on them "Read instructions in letter before opening".
I carefully opened the letter, still having no idea what was inside any of the packages or who they were sent from. It read as follows....
"Dear Mark,
Once again we would like to thank your delectable wife and yourself for a night to remember on Sunday. From the food, to the wine, to the company, it was a special evening.
We would like to express our gratitude by inviting you both to Kevin and Nigel's abode this evening, so we can return the kindness offered by yourselves as hosts.
We have already spoken to Vikki and she has accepted on your behalf. Unfortunately she has been unable to find a babysitter so suggested that you stay at home whilst she comes around, and we can all meet together another time.
I know this isn't what we intended, as we would love to have both of you over but as a way of recompense there is a gift for you in the brown box, which we would like you to open once you have finished reading the whole of this letter.
We hope you can enjoy the gift tonight on your own, whilst your wife is our guest.
The other box, the red one, is a gift for your wife but one we would like you to open together when you are alone at home this evening, before your wife comes over to us.
We hope our gift goes a little way to soften the blow of missing out tonight.
Enjoy!!"
Steve, Kevin and Nigel.
I started opening up the brown package. Inside the box was a bottle of my favourite, and expensive, red wine, and a confirmation that the local Italian restaurant were going to be delivering their house special to me for 9pm. I was pleased but wondered what Vikki had in her box?
Later that evening, the kids asleep in bed, Vikki sat down and began opening her parcel from her bosses. Neither of us had any idea what it could be.
Inside it was like A Russian Doll. There were more boxes and another envelope.
Vikki opened the envelope on top. It gave instructions as to the order which she was to open the boxes with further instructions stating "You must wear what is in the packages tonight and nothing else. A car will pick you up at 8pm. Make sure you are ready then. Do not be late."
Vikki opened up the first package. It revealed a short black dress, low cut and with thin straps. The length was far shorter than Vikki would normally wear. A note dropped out, it read "Knowing you might be late choosing what to wear, we thought we would decide for you!".
The biggest box was next. Vikki's jaw dropped when she opened it. I couldn't see why until she revealed a pair of black stilettos. Vikki never really wore heels as they hurt her feet but she seemed relaxed, saying "Well, at least I won't have to walk far, with a car coming to collect me!"
I couldn't work out what was in the last boxes.
Upon opening the larger box another note dropped out. Vikki started reading the note "Well Vikki. You complain to us that your hubby never buys you sexy underwear."
"What else do you tell them about us?" I enquired.
"Well, you always buy me underwear that shows my belly. You know I don't like to show it. These guys listened, look" she said as she lifted up the sexy and stylish black basque, with matching lacy g-sting and black stockings".
I couldn't wait to see her dress up in what they had bought her but was wondering what their motives were behind this all.
The last package was a small box. I guessed, rightly, that it was a jewellery box.
Inside were an ankle bracelet and a necklace. I could see some lettering on each chain. It spelt the initials of the company where Vikki worked, the initials taken from the names of the three guys she worked for.
"I thought an ankle bracelet meant that the wife is to be shared, a slut wife?" I remarked, hoping for Vikki to answer in the positive.
"Is it darling?" she replied, knowing damn well that she thought the same as me.
I started thinking that I would love to see her half naked, or even totally naked whilst with the three of them. But I wouldn't be there. I would miss out on it, having to stay at home with our children, whilst she dressed up as they wanted her too, like a slut wife. What was it they were really planning? Maybe it was just my imagination and I had nothing to get worried or excited about.
There was one last note, addressed to me. I started reading it.
"Mark,
