The alarm rings off waking us from a deep sleep. Refreshed I am not. My wife gets up looking much more refreshed, and heads to the shower. I doze back off only to have her holler at me to get up. I look up to see her dressed in light gray sweatpants, and a white button down. I can see her black bra under her shirt as she walks out the door. I get up, and dress quick before we head back to Ricky's house. I stare at the collar wondering if she really likes to wear it, or if she thinks that she has to.
Before long we are pulling up his long driveway, and I see a bunch of cars parked along the sides. As we approach the house I see a lot of guys milling around in the back yard. My wife takes my arm, and pulls me close to her.
"Don't get mad, but Ricky threw us a party. He said that we deserve it since we're decent people."
"He threw us a party? After just meeting us?"
"Well, he threw me a party."
"Tell me everything." I say knowing that she's holding back.
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"Continue, or I will."
"Well, remember that time last night in the basement? He kind of recorded me while I was doing bad things."
"Yeah?"
"He kind of sent that to all of his friends, and they wanted to meet me."
"They don't want to meet you. They want to fuck you."
"I wondered why he spelled meet m-e-a-t. I just thought it was auto correct."
"You don't have to do this. We can go now."
"I'll be okay. Quit worrying." She says pulling me to the back of the house.
As we round the corner all of the guys stop, and turn staring at us. Ricky comes walking up smiling greeting us. He hands me a beer, and leads my wife to the small stage set up between a couple of speakers.
"Here she is gentlemen. The woman of the hour." Ricky announces holding her hand up.
The guys cheer before quickly quieting down.
"I think you guys should let her know what you thought of her movie making."
Again the guys cheer.
"Okay. Let's drink and be merry as everyone else shows up, and we'll get the party rocking in about an hour or so."
Ricky leads her off the stage, and returns her to me. Every guy that walks by tells her that she's sexy, has a nice body, and other compliments like that. I just stand there as she smiles, and thanks them. I think of how a few short days ago she would have been offended, and angry from what they're telling her now. It's like she's completely opposite of who she was. I'm not complaining though. She hardly ever gave blow jobs, never swallowed, never touched herself, and would never do anal. Now she's doing it all. Even with other guys. I guess I can deal with that.
A few of the guys make small talk with her not paying me much mind. They were all respectful, and decent surprisingly. That's when I notice that Tim isn't around. Knowing that she is going to be okay I find Ricky, and I ask him about Tim.
"He'll be here in a bit. He had to go pick something up for the party."
I return to my wife who pulls me close to her as more guys chat with her. The time slips by, and about an hour later Ricky gets on the stage. He calls to us.
"This party is for new friends, and fun times. Bring the star up to the stage, and let everyone meet your wife." He says to me.
I take her by the arm, and slowly walk her to the stage. We stand next to Ricky as the crowd of about thirty guys applauds.
"Do you know why you were invited to your party?" He asks me.
I shake my head, and he continues, "Last night I shot a little video with your wife, but I also live streamed it to my friends. They all wanted to know who was worth of my collar. I told them that I have found the horniest bitch in the world. They didn't believe me. Then I told them that she would do whatever I told her. Again they didn't believe me. So here you are."
"I think you should show the host some appreciation." He says to my wife.
I stand there as she turns to him, and kisses him passionately for almost five minutes. When she turns back I can see the huge wet spot turning her jogging pants dark gray in the crotch.
"Oh yeah. My bitch gets a little wet when she ready to go."
He tells her to spin around so the crowd can see. She obeys, and I see the wetness dribbling down her legs.
"I think you look hot." He says to her. "Would you like to cool down?"
"I'm kind of cold really." She says.
"I don't believe you. Put your hands up."
Ricky hands me a jug of ice water, and tells me to cool her off. I slowly dump the cold water over her heaving chest making the black bra show through.
"She looks a bit cooler now, but she's still hot. Right guys?"
They cheer, and Ricky reaches under her shirt unhooking her bra. I watch as she stands there letting him pull it off her shoulders until he's holding it in his hand. He tosses it into the crowd where it's snatched up fast.
"Now she looks much better." He says looking her over.
I see her erect nipples poking through the fabric, and the dark areolas stand out plain as day. Even a few of her bruises are visible.
"Now remember guys we just had an intense session last night after she pissed me off so she still looks a bit rough."
Then he turns to me smiling.
"Take off her pants." He orders me.
I hesitate, but comply. I slowly pull them down to her ankles before she kicks them to the side. I watch as a guy grabs them carrying them off. I kneel there near her crotch, and I smell her eagerness. It turns me on.
"Stand up man, and unbutton her shirt."
