Michelle returned from the bathroom after about 15 minutes.
I was still in my seat watching secretly from behind the mirror, wondering what Sandy had meant when she asked; "Do you like the show so far?"
The implication that there is more to come, but what more could these people do to my drunk wife?
More to the point; what would she let them do?
Sandy handed me a drink & left the room. I was watching Michelle walking around the main room a bit confused & obviously looking for me.
She had straightened her dress, touched up her makeup & let her blonde hair out.
Michelle looked a million bucks as she made her way past the dance floor, turning heads all the way to a glass table the corner of the room opposite the bar.
I got up, walked through a door & into the next room. I sat in the last chair at the far end, literally three metres from my wife, who was still looking around trying to find me.
Why could I hear the music I thought to myself?
I noticed a couple open air vents in the window just below the ceiling, which allowed me to hear fairly clearly.
One of the waiters walked over to Michelle and handed her an orange drink in a tall thin glass. She smiled, thanked him & turned away as he walked back to the bar. Now she was facing the mirror & sipping her drink, oblivious to the fact I was looking her in the eyes.
Michelle touched up her lipstick, adjusted her mask & played subtly with her hair in the reflection. She was clearly enjoying herself because she was swaying her hips & humming along to the music, not realizing she was staring right at me.
I was so fixated on her beauty that I didn't even see them approach her, but soon Michelle was surrounded by three masked men.
"You're very sexy Blondie." The guy on the right said in a British accent, "Do you want to have some fun?"
"No thank you" Michelle replied, "I'm just waiting for my husband & then we're going home."
"But my friends & I want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours." He said lewdly as he reached behind & grabbed her ass. "You know you want it baby."
"Ewww don't!" Michelle snapped as she slapped his hand away. "Fuck off!"
"Now don't play rough babe," He said as he took her arm by the wrist & used his other hand to grab her ass again. "Your ass is what school boy's dream of when they jack off."
"Yuck!" She said pulling a sour face, "That's disgusting."
"What can I say? You look like a teacher babe" he continued, "...and I'm just a horny school boy who deserves an F!"
"You're a pig!" Michelle snapped at him, "Now let me go."
Michelle's other hand was holding her drink, so she was in a predicament as the other two guys closed in & crowded her space.
"Has your husband ever knocked on that pretty little back door?" The guy was becoming more vulgar, "Or do you tell him it's dirty?"
"I don't know..." Michelle started to speak but was cut off as the guy continued.
"You don't know what?" He smirked, "If your husband has thought about fucking you from behind?"
"I... never... huh!" Michelle stuttered.
"Don't worry baby, he has dreamt of it ever since you met" He cut her off again. "Men love nothing more than turning little princesses just like you into anal fuck-sluts!"
Michelle's mouth dropped open in shock, "My god. That's disgusting!" She turned & looked at him. "You're a horrible pig!"
"Damn right, & you're my dirty little fuck-slut!" he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
The kiss lasted for about 3 seconds before Michelle pulled her face away. "Don't, I don't want to." She said annoyed.
Her mouth dropped open again, she let out a gasp. Her eyes were wide open & staring straight at me because the guy pulled her hand to his exposed 9 inch cock & rubbed it hard on his crotch.
"Relax, it won't bite." He said smiling as his other hand started groping her ass. "You love all this attention, don't you slut?"
"Why are you doing this to me?" Michelle said confused as one of the other men placed his hand on her right breast. "Please stop, I don't want to."
"If you don't want to, then why are you playing with my cock?" The guy asked.
I looked down & saw that every time he rubbed Michelle's hand on his dick, he released the grip on her wrist. She was now stroking his cock by herself. Each time her hand moved down the shaft, her fingers gripped tighter.
His other hand was sliding up the front of her thigh, lifting her black cocktail dress higher each time & exposing the tops of her black stockings.
The guy beside her was pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress, as the guy behind walked away to the corner. I watched him as he started to drag the glass table closer.
Michelle's stockings were briefly but regularly on display as her assailants molested her body. The guy was whispering in her ear, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
He had worked both his hands high under her dress and was simultaneously playing with her front & back
"Do you like me rubbing your pussy slut?" he said.
Michelle sounded meek & spoke quietly. "Yes."
"And what about when I put my finger here?" She gasped and shuffled forward a bit as he moved his other hand around on her ass. "Well teacher. Are you going to give me an A?"
Michelle looked ashamed while staring at her reflection & nodding reluctantly, as she agreed to the indecent proposal without saying a word.
"I'm going to let you suck my dick now slut." He said still rubbing her crotch, "That way I will be lubed up for when I slide it into your asshole"
Michelle was confused, drunk & had completely lost her inhibitions by this stage. He put his hand on her head & guided her as she knelt down in front of him without releasing the grip on his cock.
Slowly she lent forward & started to lick the tip of his dick. Sliding her mouth over the head, she used her tongue while her hand continued stroking his shaft.
