I'd known for years that she'd been cheating; it had been so obvious, but until now, I'd never had any real conclusive proof. Until now.
Seeing your wife bouncing up and down on another man's lap can have serious effects on a man; different guys will react in different ways, but when I caught my wife, Casey, in just such a situation, a rush of differing emotions ran through me. Yes, I was angry, obviously. Yes, I was a little hurt. But, also, I was excited. Seeing her naked apart from stockings and high heels as she rose and fell on her lover's lap, gasping loudly as his large penis penetrated her vagina had my heart beat racing and my groin twitching uncontrollably. It was a sight that I wasn't likely to forget and it made me suddenly realise the attraction that all those guys felt who enjoyed watching their wives' in action.
But I couldn't let Casey know how I felt - at least, not yet. There was much to be gained by the situation first and I was going to milk it for all I could. It wasn't often that I got the upper hand on my wife!
"Oh John, I'm so sorry!" She bleated after I'd unceremoniously booted her young lover out onto the street. "Please forgive me!"
I watched her twist and turn in her embarrassment as she tried everything she could to get me and my bank account back on her side.
"It wasn't my fault," she lied, "it was his idea - he seduced me!"
"Don't make it worse by lying, Casey. Can you think of one good reason why I shouldn't kick you out as well? Cut you off without a penny?"
"Oh, please John, no. I'll do anything! Please let me make it up to you!"
I watched the false tears begin. I was under no misapprehension about our marriage; Casey married me for my money and her tears were those of poverty concern.
I looked down at her coldly as she sat still semi naked on the sofa her head in her hands and weeping synthetic tears. She looked so vulnerable and sexy and I still had an erection.
"You want to make it up to me?" I asked. She looked up and nodded vigorously, her face breaking into a wet, lopsided smile. "Okay, well you can start by sucking MY cock for a change!"
I sat in an arm chair and undid my pants. Easing my hard tool out, I watched her crawl on hands and knees towards me.
She made a good job of it that was for sure. Thinking abut her credit cards being sliced up ensured a level of sexual expertise that she had not shown me for a long time - although, I'm sure that she had practised enough on others! As her velvet textured mouth gobbled me down and her long, cool fingers teased and tickled the underside of my balls, I quickly realised that I was not going to last very long. I wanted her to be punished more than this, but I also wanted to see her with another man again. And then the idea hit me. As my balls contracted and my seed coursed into her open, willing mouth, I came up with the answer: Watch her get gang-banged!
With Casey still under threat of being kicked out and her spending curtailed for her indiscretion, it wasn't difficult to get her to agree to my idea. I had planned her humiliation well. It would go like this:
Some friends were having a fancy dress ball at their home that weekend. I would attend the bash alone, telling our friends that my wife would not be able to make it due to a previous engagement. Casey would then turn up anonymously dressed in a black witches costume complete with mask to hide her face. I also knew that all three of the Jackson brothers would be attending the party, they often did work for me and so I knew that they could be trusted to do what I asked of them. Also, I knew them all to be really horny bastards!
I grabbed a quick sandwich in my office on Saturday evening before setting out for the bash. It was 8pm when I left and I guessed that the party would be in full swing by the time I arrived. Casey and I had agreed that she would arrive, replete in her witches costume, at around 9:30. I had already primed the Jackson brothers, but the extra time before my wife arrived would be useful for going over some of the finer details. I didn't want them to know it was Casey that they were going to fuck - I had them believe that it was an old girlfriend who had humiliated me by publicly dumping me.
As soon as I entered the lounge room at my friend's house I became agitated. Contrary to our agreement, Casey was already there. As we had planned, she virtually ignored me and mingled with the rest of the guests, chatting and laughing but never removing her mask. I decided that although the plan hadn't worked perfectly, I would still go along with it - besides, the Jackson brothers were there as well and from the amount of empty beer cans that were beside them I guessed that they would not be too happy if I had cancelled their fun!
One by one the three brothers danced with Casey; twirling her around the floor and taking every opportunity they could to grab a tit or a cheek of her ass. Casey just laughed as they manhandled her - I could hardly believe what a slut I'd married!
By midnight, my wife had danced with just about every man at the party - both single and married - and I had seen her get felt up on several occasions. I looked across at Brian Jackson, the elder of the three brothers and indicated to him that it was time. Slowly he sauntered over to Casey and his younger brother, Phil. They had been drunkenly swaying around the room loosely in time to the music. A brief, whispered conversation ensued before Brian, Phil and their other brother, Mark, led my wife out into the warm, night air of the rear garden.
I took a deep breath and tried to control my racing heart beat. Counting slowly to fifty before I made my move, I wanted to give them a little time to get started before I went outside and joined them myself.
My ears picked up their sounds long before I saw them. In fact, I had a task finding them at all, but eventually I located the four of them in the semi-darkness of the summer house at the end of the garden. I had already decided that stealth was my better option and so, slowly and silently, I positioned myself by the widow that afforded me the best view point and settled down to watch.
"You're a right little tease, aren't you?" I heard Brian say as he lifted Casey up and sat her on the edge of an old table. "I think you need to be taught a lesson!"
He nodded at Mark who suddenly produced a roll of duct tape. I had insisted that there be no violence and so wasn't particularly worried at this the brothers' improvisation, all they were interested in was good, solid fuck without having to listen to my wife bitch!
Casey struggled a little as they placed the duct tape over her mouth, but with two brothers holding her firmly, there was little she could do about it. I was pleased to see that the Jackson's had paid attention to my instructions and were not attempting to remove her mask and expose her face. They were, however, interested in exposing other parts of her!
As soon as the tape was secured over Casey's mouth, the three men started to feel her up properly. Her large boobs received the first attention and from the way they bounced under the black fabric of the dress when the male hands groped them, I felt certain that she wasn't wearing a bra. My suspicions were confirmed moments later when Brian pulled the front of the dress open and her superb 38C breasts tumbled out.
The Jackson's hands were everywhere now. Casey's breasts were groped and her nipples pinched and squeezed as Phil kneeled between her legs and hitched the flared skirt of her dress up to her waist revealing tiny black thong panties that barely covered her pussy. The panties didn't last long either and were quickly removed and discarded on the floor. I could hear Casey's muffled groans and gasps as fingers probed her clitoris and the moist depths of her hot cunt.
I knew that my wife was a hot slut, but even I was surprised when a moment later she howled through the tape and her legs began to shudder as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
"Don't let her relax," cried Brian as he began to lift the twitching woman in his arms. "Let's turn her over and get some of that fucking pussy, boys!"
Again, his two brothers assisted Brian as they flipped my wife over onto her belly and draped her legs over the side of the table. Brian pushed her skirt up to her waist again and exposed her pale, rounded buttocks. In a second his pants were down around his ankles and I saw his large, thick cock standing ready at attention. With his hands in the small of her back he kicked her legs open and moved into position. Casey was already very wet; I could just make out the moisture as it glistened between her legs in the half light.
And then suddenly, with one deep thrust, Brian was inside her. His strokes were frantic and excited as he began to plough into Casey's body. Phil and Mark stood back and slightly to one side their pants open and each slowly masturbating as they watched their brother fuck my wife.
