This is the 3rd part of the continuing story of how a young housewife is publicly exposed and humiliated by her husband. Readers of the previous chapters will know that Chapter 1 was narrated by the dominant husband, whilst chapter 2 gave the perspective of the humiliated wife. For this 3rd chapter I have opted to recount the tale through the mouth of one of the guests. The guest I have chosen is the next door neighbour β His name is Peter. Sharp eyed readers will spot that he was named Roger in chapter 2, but I am taking the author's prerogative and renaming him in honour of reader Ozzy Peter who has given me so many useful comments and ideas.
I hope this does not confuse you poor readers and spoil the continuity. But anyway it's my story and I want Peter to tell it.
WARNING
β The humiliation and abuse Brianna undergoes In this chapter is considerably more extreme that the previous gentle embarrassments in Ch 1 and 2. For the more squeamish amongst you gentle readers, especially the ladies, proceed with care.
Peter's story
This is turning out to be one hell of a night. When Paul invited me to his house party earlier in the week, I had identified that it was to be somewhat more interesting than wine, cheese and chat, but in my wildest imaginings (and they can be quite wild) I had not foreseen the events that have unfolded this evening.
My name is Peter and I have lived next door to Paul and Brianna for two years. Brianna is an absolute knockout and I have fancied her since first meeting her. She is about 5'7" tall, has long shapely legs, a beautifully toned body, long straight blonde hair and the most magnificent set of D cup tits that I have ever seen. She is a very sophisticated and classy lady, always wearing tailored business outfits to work, the most fashionable of casual clothing, keeping her hair and fingernails perfect and maintaining her model like (beautiful but untouchable) appearance. From the day that I moved in I have lusted after her, but I must admit, that as I have got to know her I have found her to be somewhat disdainful, almost arrogant. I have even, on occasion, not been able to resist jerking off as I watched her bikini clad body in their pool next door, from the protection of the garden fence. I'm sure she did not realise what I was doing, but I was sorely tempted to leap over the fence and brandish my tool in her face. Wisely I resisted the temptation. Still, the more I saw of her the more I was developing a lust for her that was becoming difficult to conceal.
She never acknowledged or spoke to me unless she was with Paul. This may be due to the fact that I am always looking at her tits and gorgeous body, imagining how good she would look in sexy lingerie, and how nice it would be to play with her tits and fuck her. I am sure that she has sensed this because she always seems embarrassed in front of me and tries to hide herself. Paul, I am sure is also aware of my desire for his wife because I am quite blatant in my staring at her, but I think he enjoys it. I sense that he likes showing her off to me and teasing me with her, despite her embarrassment.
In spite of this I became quite good friends with Paul and we would often go for a drink after work and solve all the problems of the world over a bottle of wine. He didn't often talk about Brianna, but I do remember one evening when we had had a bottle too many for discretion, he did let slip a few juicy titbits about their relationship. He gave me quite a candid description of her body. I didn't tell him that my masturbation exercises over the fence had already given me a reasonable insight of her body and that my imagination had done the rest to fill in the tiny gaps left by her bikini. More interestingly though he did give me some hints that their sex life was changing and I got the distinct impression that he was more and more persuading her into sexual acts that did not always meet her taste. However, he soon realised the degree of his indiscretion and clammed up. Shortly after we called it a night.
This incident served only to fuel my lust for Paul's lovely wife, and I confess that that night I went home and jerked off thinking of Brianna in all sorts of wild sexual positions. Paul never followed up on that evening's drunken revelations, but I thought about it often, and wondered, how their sex life was developing and what potential there could be in it for me. This occurred a couple of weeks before Paul invited me over for a party at his house on the following Saturday. As I said before, there was something strange about the invitation.
I remember the words he used, he said "Brianna, really wants all our guests to have a good time at our party, She is anxious to do anything to ensure that everyone leaves happy". It was not just his words but the way he paused after he had spoken looking straight into my eyes, There was no nudging or winking, just that stare for a brief moment. I was left in no doubt that this party was no simple social occasion β Paul had something planned
When I arrived at the door at the night of the party clutching the obligatory bottle of wine, I was the last to arrive. Paul introduced me to those I didn't know and gave me a drink. Brianna was not in the room and no one else seems to have picked up on the potential developments I had sensed.
After a few minutes chatting I heard Paul's mobile ringing. He left the room to answer it. As it happens I was sat quite close to the hallway and I could hear Paul's conversation with Brianna. There seemed to be some objection that Brianna was voicing but I heard as the tone of Paul's voice dropped and he virtually ordered her to come down from upstairs.
When Brianna appeared at the top of the stairs, she looked devastating. The slutty outfit she wore showed off her fantastic body beautifully. It did not conceal her body so much as shade it. But as it turned out this was only the beginning of the delights in store for us guests. As Brianna moved around the room serving drinks to her guests we all saw as her blouse fell open as she stooped with the tray of drinks. Several of the men there exchanged winks, but when we all saw Paul openly undo Brianna's blouse to the waist, to reveal her tits encased in the sheerest of bras, we all woke up to the potential of the evening.
It was not long before Paul made her strip her blouse off altogether and when she tried to cover her breasts he went up behind her and grabbing her arms, forced them behind her so that her tits were forced out in front of her almost bursting out of the flimsy bra. Things got even better when he invited George, one of the guests to feel her tits and before long he had both of her tits out of the bra and was pulling on her nipples as we all looked on. I was just itching to get in on the act, but before I could get my hands on her tits, she had been whisked away to dance by some prat from her work. Still it did give us all a chance to appreciate her tits as they rubbed up against his chest as they danced.
When the music stopped and she pulled away from him we could all clearly see that the rubbing had stimulated her nipples. Her tits and nipples were an awesome sight. She had nipples that stood forth from her tits on small mounds and they looked absolutely spectacular, the more so because they clearly indicated to all of us that she was becoming aroused. This was clearly against her will and it was very satisfying for me in particular to witness the humiliation she obviously felt.