0 comments/ 26089 views/ 1 favorites The Wine was a Bad Idea By: ForTheWife1 The wine was a bad idea. You know you shouldn't have the third glass but it's been such a long week and it just makes dinner so much nicer. He keeps pushing you to have another no matter how much you say no. Of course, you're not fighting him too hard either. But you didn't like the smug look in his eyes when he stared right into yours as he told the waitress, "Give her one more, she's going need it." You wonder how often the wait staff has to listen to little jokes and innuendos shared between couples. Do they keep notes on the one-liners and bad jokes they hear? Do they keep the best and use them on their own dates. Or, more likely, do they just roll their eyes as they trudge back to their stations? You were already feeling good with the second glass but the third really brings it home. The food was good and relaxing and now you can feel the airplane in your head making a slow, easy landing in Happytown, USA. The efficient, sensible stewardess who usually runs the show was suddenly replaced by a 20-something blonde with a really short skirt. "We'd like to welcome you to Happytown," she squeaks out from lungs that are straining the buttons on her blouse. "The local time here is half-past Forget-Your-Inhibitions P.M. The Local temperature is a personal favorite, 69 degrees," she giggles with a hand over her mouth, "...with a light breeze blowing in from the Forget-About-Kids-For-Ten-Minutes-West. Feel free to remove your panties and frolic about the cabin." You tell him that it's getting late and you both need to get home to relieve the baby-sitter. Without looking at you he puts a credit card down on the check and tells you, "Oh, I hit her with an extra bill or two and told her she was spending the night. I have plans for us." You ask what the plans are but he keeps quiet as he takes you by the arm and leads you out of the restaurant. "From this moment on," he says, "you will do exactly as you are told. If you speak without being spoken to you'll be punished. If you don't do what you're told you'll be punished. If you hesitate you'll be punished. I've been planning this all week so do what you're told and I won't have to get rough." "What if I like it rough?" you ask, smiling. He smiles back and slides his hand from your arm to the back of your neck. He puts his fingers in your hair and starts to pull tightly. Anyone looking on would think you're just a couple feeling romantic, but it hurts. Using your hair like a pair of reins, he leads you behind the restaurant to a secluded corner. He makes you face the wall without letting go of your hair. He pulls back further so you have to look up, exposing your neck. You can hear a couple of employees talking and joking close by. They must be right around the corner taking a smoke break. Your ass explodes with sharp pain as he spanks your four times in rapid succession. You stifle a cry with your hands worried that somebody will hear and come investigate. He's never hit you this hard in all the years you've been playing this game. These were not love taps. These were meant to hurt. He puts his lips to your ear and says, "I told you to shut the fuck up unless I give you permission. Do you understand me?" You nod your head to agree, not trusting yourself to speak. He's actually scaring you a little but you can feel your nipples tingle as they crinkle up underneath your bra. He lets go of your hair and orders you to turn around. "I wasn't planning on getting rough so early but you obviously don't like the easy way. So let me go over the rules again. Speak when spoken to. Do as you are told when you are told. Argue with me or hesitate and I will make sure your ass is so sore you won't sit down for a week. I will NOT have my plans ruined because of your inhibitions. Do I make myself clear?" You get as far as, "Ok but..." when your head rocks back as he slaps you. You are actually shocked more than angry or scared. He hit you. He actually fucking hit you! You get ready to lay into him and tell him exactly where he can put his plans when you hear footsteps come around the corner. He grabs your face in both hands and kisses you deeply. You hear an "Oh, sorry," mumbled out of the dark and the footsteps disappear back around the corner followed by quiet laughter. He pushes you against the wall despite your best effort to force him away. He looks you in the eye and says, "Babe, this can't work if you won't play along." Your brain says that punching him in the chest and storming away is the best response. Then you notice the blonde stewardess in your head. She lost her skirt at some point and is now sitting on top of a random passenger with a smile. She seems to be dry-humping him to a happy oblivion. She's got a bottle of champagne in one hand and a loudspeaker mic in the other. She happily announces, "The plane has come to a complete stop in Happytown. You may exit any old way you want and as always, thanks for flying Fuck-It-All Airways!" You find it hard to look your husband in the eyes as you say quietly, "Yes, sir." "What was that?" "Yes, sir," you say a little more loudly. "I want your panties off right now," he says as he steps back to watch. With a nervous glance around you start to reach up under your dress when he says, "Stop! I want to see your pussy. Pull your dress up while you take them off. I want to see what kind of shape things are in down there." You glance at the corner where the voices are still chatting while you pull your dress up above your hips. You snag your fingers into your panty top and slide them down off your body as quickly as you can, nervous that whoever came over before might peek again. He holds his hand out for your panties and snaps his fingers. You step forward to hand them to him and pull down your dress. He snaps his fingers once more and motions for you to lift your dress again. You feel a little angry but you don't want to ruin the game so you do as you're told. He nods approvingly when he sees you're freshly groomed. Smooth skin with a small landing strip is the fashion you've been keeping lately. You're glad you touched up with a razor that morning in the shower. Otherwise he might punish you for being unkempt down there. He moves a little closer and tells you that he can't see enough. He flicks on a small flashlight from his keychain and tells you to spread your legs wider. The light shines right between your legs as your thighs move apart. Anybody walking around the building now would have quite a nice view. You're hands are on your dress, ready to pull the material down to cover your body at a moment's notice. "I'm still not seeing what I want. Turn around and face the wall." "He's going too far with this," you think to yourself. You feel nervous but excited; you love how much he always wants to see your pussy. His need for your body; to see it, touch it, to taste it has never wavered in all the years you've been together. You can feel your body wake up as juices start to flow pleasantly between your legs. He tells you to bend over and put your hands on the wall. You are painfully aware of the cool breeze that is rolling over your pussy. It's making your nipples hard again. He steps close and runs his hands over the goose bumps that have formed all over your ass cheeks. He steps back and it becomes obvious from the shadows dancing on the wall in front of you that he's using the flashlight again. "Things look really good from this angle. I'm pleased with your ass but I'm still not seeing everything I need to see. Turn around and squat down." You do as told and squat down with your back on the wall. You spread your knees wide so he can see your lips. You can really feel the breeze sliding over your lips where they are wet. The feeling sends a chill up your spine. You know how much he loves to stare at you though you will never understand men's need to stare at a vagina. He snaps a picture with his cell-phone. "One more for my collection," he remarks and he snaps a couple more shots. "I love to jerk off to pictures of your pussy when I can't have the real thing. You look so delicious like that but I'm still missing something," he muses. "I know; tits. I want to see your tits right now. Get that bra off. " You start to unhook your bra under your shirt when he stops you. "No, no. Get the shirt off then you may remove your bra. Do it!" "Kill Him!" is all you can think and you check the back of the building again for any peeping eyes. Thank God for the tree line between this building and the next hiding you from sight in that direction. As quickly as you can you pull of your top and yank off your bra. Your nipples jump up to their full length when the air hits them. You can feel them ache to be squeezed. "Is that better?" you ask. His eyes snap up from your tits to look at you. "Turn around!" he snaps. You realize your mistake too late and he's angry. "Put your hands on the wall." You bend over. You don't have to wait long for the three quick, sharp blows that land on your bare ass. "Do! Not! Speak!" He punctuates each work with another slap. You bite your lip in shame. Through the stinging pain is the dirty pleasure you feel between your legs from the punishment. It hurts but you want a few more slaps to shake your body. "Yes, sir," you say. You're rewarded with two more sharp claps on your now sensitive skin. A small grunt escapes your lips and you smile because you know you can still control him like a puppet if you want to. He snaps some photos of your red ass then tells you to turn around. He takes your bra and takes a few photos of your hard, dark nipples. He tells you to put your shirt back on but to leave your nipples exposed. He makes you squat on the wall again with breasts and vulva out for the entire world to see. You can feel your pussy getting wetter by the minute. Your eyes dart to the front of the building when you hear a car door slam and voices. People are only 30 yards away! "Before we move on do you need to pee after all that wine?" he asks. "I need you to be comfortable and I will not be interrupted by a bathroom break." "I should probably use the restroom, sir," you say. "No. No restroom. Let it go right here. I'm going to watch. Are you ready?" "I don't think I can, not in front of you," you say. "I won't ask a second time. You do this all the time at home so why is this different? Don't you want to please me?" "I'll try," you say. "'I'll try' what?" "I'll try, sir" He squats down a few feet from you to stare right at your pussy as you close your eyes and try to relax. You spread your feet wider to keep from making a mess on your shoes. You can't believe you're doing this but you let go and start to pee. Doing this at home when he's in the shower or brushing his teeth is one thing but this? You feel your cheeks go red as you squeeze until your bladder is empty. When you finish he steps close to you, careful to avoid the puddle that's in the grass beneath you. "Don't move," he says. He pinches one of your nipples while he pulls some napkins from a pocket."Are you mine?" he asks. "Yes, sir," you say. "My plaything?" "Yes, sir." "My fuck toy?" "Yes, sir." "Well, I like my toys clean," he says as he uses the napkins to dry your pussy. He takes his time and uses several to wipe up the thick cream you've made between your thighs thanks to the spanking. He produces a small bottle of hand cleanser and applies some to another napkin. With this he swipes your ass and vagina until he's satisfied you're clean. The cleanser leaves your bottom cool and tingling like a breath mint on your tongue. You look at the little bottle and wonder just how long he's been planning this night. He seems very prepared. He helps you stand up and tells you it's time to go. You pull your clothes back into place as he takes you by the arm and moves you back to the parking lot. You are very aware of the lack of underwear especially when you catch a man walking into the restaurant staring right at your chest. You are regretting wearing the thin sweater that's showing your nipples to the world but thanks to the wine you actually like the attention. After peeing in front of a man like you did there's no reason to not let it all go, to act like a puppet when he pulls the strings. A very slutty puppet you think to yourself. He guides you into the front seat and tells you that while in the car you will pull your dress around your waist. You realize anybody in a truck or tall SUV will be able to see your naked sex. The thought scares you but you feel your lips get wet again. If he keeps this up you're going to leave a big wet spot on the seat. After checking that you comply he shuts your door and opens the trunk. A moment later you hear the trunk shut and he slides into the driver seat. He drops a small black bag between you and pulls out of the parking lot. He drives along the highway for a few miles. His hand reaches over to fiddle with your bush and clit from time to time. He even pinches your nipples through your sweater and the feeling is exquisite. You'd love to ask where the car is headed but you've decided to play along and just keep quiet. After a few miles he pulls into the parking lot of an adult toy store. He parks the car and hands you money. "Go inside and find a butt plug. If you don't know what that is ask the cashier. Do not come out of there without one and don't make me wait long." He turns on the radio and looks at you expectantly. You pull your dress down and open the car door. As you shut the door you see the wet spot you made on the front seat. You head inside the shop with a red face and a racing heart. Everybody will know you're not wearing a bra and they'll know that you take it in the ass when they see what you're buying. You look around trying to not make eye contact with the other customers until you find the anal toys. It takes you a few minutes to find one that looks small enough for you, knowing this toy isn't for him. You take your purchase to the counter where the clerk smiles and asks if you need lube. "No thank you," you say as your face goes red again. "Sure? We've got some sample tubes right here. Some of them made for anal play," he says helpfully. "No, I'm sure. Just that," you say pointing to the plug. He takes your money and hands you a black bag. You feel like every eye in the store is watching you so you hurry out the front door. When you get to the car you see a tube of lube on the front seat. You pick it up to get in the car. He tells you to get your dress back up and hold onto the lube. After you pull out of the parking lot he tells you to show him what you bought. You show him the small black toy. It's not much bigger than two fingers but you know that it will feel like a tree log in your ass. He nods approvingly and tells you that you've done well and he is pleased. "You're being very good. Keep up this attitude and you might be able to sit down to eat this week." "Yes, sir," you say with a smile. He pulls a small wine bottle out of the black bag. It's one of the single service bottles you seen at the store; surprisingly it's still cold. You open it and take a long drag at his request. He must have a cooler in the trunk. He really did think this all out. After a few more drags on the bottle you feel the buzz that was slipping start to come back. That's good as you know it's going to be a long night. He pulls the car into the movie theater. It's a multiplex on a Saturday night. There are hundreds of cars and dozens of people and you have no idea what he's planning but his finger has been on your clit for the past three miles so you don't really care. He pulls the car into a secluded spot at the back of the theater. "Finish your wine," he orders. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to use that lube to get that butt plug in your ass. When that's done you're going to walk to the ticket booth and buy two tickets. Pick an older movie so there won't be much of a crowd. When you have the tickets, come back here and give me one. Then walk back into the theater. Then and only then may you go to the restroom and remove the plug from your ass." You guzzle the rest of the wine for courage and start to open the lube. You put a generous amount on the tip and put your legs up on the dashboard. It isn't easy in the tight space but you manage to slowly work the plug into your ass. It must be one hell of a show for anybody walking by. He hands you some more napkins to wipe up excess lube. You wipe your wet lips again while you're down there. You worry that without panties you might get a drip down your legs for everyone to see. You get out of the car. The plug makes you very uncomfortable and very aware of every step you take. Your muscles are clenched in an attempt to keep the plug from dropping out in front of the other movie goers. You make it to the ticket booth and order two tickets for the next showing of some bad romantic comedy. You know it's been out for weeks so it should be pretty empty in the house. The clerk is taking an annoyingly long time to ring you up. You're irritated until you notice that he's staring at your tits out of the corner of his eye. You laugh at how easy it is for boys to get distracted. Tickets in hand you head back to the car. He gets out of the car as you approach and demands proof that you kept your word. You face away from him and pretend to drop the tickets. You bend over and lift the back of your dress. You know you wouldn't really fool anybody who was looking but it's better to try to be subtle then to just lift your skirt. When you bend he can see the end of the plug in place. "Good girl," he says. "Let me see the tickets. " He takes one ticket from you and tells you to put the other in your purse. He looks at the time on the ticket and says, "Well, we've got a few minutes. I believe I need to be entertained." He reaches into the car and pulls a blanket out. Folded, he places it on the ground in front of him. With a quick glance for prying eyes he pulls his penis out from his pants. It's hard and ready. He must not be wearing underwear. The efforts he's gone to for this night are impressive. He tells you to get on your knees and worship his cock. You drop down and take his cock in your mouth quickly worried that somebody will see. He allows you to work his shaft for a minute or two. He pulls out of your mouth and calls you a good girl again. He pulls you from your knees and gives you your next instructions. "Head back inside now. Go to the restroom and take out the butt plug. "He hands you a small sandwich bag. "You can put the plug in this. Clean up and head into the theater. Pick a seat near the back of the theater and to the side, a few rows from the very back. Make sure you don't sit near any people. And take this." He hands you the black bag. "Put this in your purse but do not peak." He pushes you off and you head into the theater. You hurry to the bathroom in a rush to get the plug out before it falls out. It's been an effort to keep it in this long. You jump into an open stall and slide the plug out. The sensation isn't entirely unpleasant but you're glad to have it gone. You store the toy away and clean up as best you can and head into the theater proper. In the lobby you notice he's sitting on a bench watching you. You feel his eyes on you as you walk past him into the dark theater. Your nipples are hard again just imagining what he's up to. You take a seat near the back as he instructed. You sit down and wait in the empty theater. You see him come in just a few moments after you. He stares at you as he walks up the steps to your seat. You're a little shocked when he walks right past you without a word and sits a few rows behind you. He's above you and can look down almost on top of you. Suddenly your phone lights up and buzzes with a text message. The Wine was a Bad Idea Opening the phone you see it's a message from him. I don't know you and you don't know me," the message says. "You will pretend to be here alone. You will do as I instruct over these messages or you will be punished. If you understand then brush the hair back from your left ear." You brush the hair back and smile. This is going to be fun. The phone buzzes again. "Good. Lift up your dress so your ass is touching the seat. Stay that way until the movie starts." You sit up to lift your dress. As you do another couple walks into the theater. They take a seat in the middle of the theater. You sit back down and can feel the rough texture of the seat against your groin. After a few more previews the moves starts and the theater goes dark. You're thankful for the low light as who knows what order is going to appear on that phone next. "I hope that other couple doesn't turn around," the phone buzzes to you. "Lift up your shirt and pull on your nipples for a while. I want them pulled long enough that I can see them in this light." You do as you're told and start to work the sensitive tips of your breasts, slowly at first but with increasing vigor as your favorite movie star's 40 foot face appears on the screen. You imagine to yourself that he's watching you play. You keep your shirt down over your hands and keep an eye on the other couple. He's whispering in her ear and she's quietly giggling. Hopefully they'll keep each other busy enough to not notice you. You stop pulling your nipples when the phone buzzes again. "Get your legs up on the seat in front of you. Spread them wide. I'd like to see your pussy." As quietly as you can you put your feet up on the chairs in front of you. You lift your dress above your pubic mound so he can get a good look. A light from the door shines on the small hallway leading out of the theater and you quickly put your feet down. Two women come into the theater and sit a few rows down from where you are. Your heart is pounding. The phone buzzes again. "Stand up and walk to the door. NOW." You again do as you're told. He follows you to the door of the theater and grabs your arm. He pulls you to the small atrium between the two doors. He spins you around, lifts your dress and lands five hard blows on each cheek. You're breathing hard and getting wet for the hundredth time this evening. Anyone walking by the theater door would be able to see your face through the small windows. He lands several more blows on your ass before turning you around again and saying in your ear, "You do what you are told! I did not tell you to put your legs down. If I want those people to see your pussy then that is what will happen. Get back in your seat." He lands one more slap on your ass as you open the door back into the theater. The sting is delicious. You get back in your seat and reclaim your position as he takes his behind you. You run your fingers in and around your pubic hair, fluffing it up for his pleasure. You swirl up and down your lips for good measure. They are thick with ache and desire. The phone sings out its song again, "Look in the bag I gave you. You'll find a small vibrator. Turn it on and give me a good show. Don't stop till I tell you. " You keep an eye on the others in the theater but they're too distracted by the movie on the screen. You open the bag and find a small white vibrator. You push the button and it springs to life. Thankfully it's quiet. The others in the house don't notice. You plunge the little while cock into your sopping pussy. It feels so good deep inside. You slide it in and out as you use your other fingers to rub your clit. The phone buzzes again. "I like the show. I'm jerking off from the site of it. Don't cum yet." You keep pumping away with the vibe. You can feel your pussy juice splashing all over the toy and slowly dripping down to your asshole. Your clit is getting harder as you play with it. You see another light down below but you know better than to stop the show. You keep pumping away but you slow down enough that your arms don't move. The light is a theater employee. He's doing his rounds and checking up into the seats. His lights shine over you but from his position he can only see a woman with her feet up. After a panic filled moment for you he leaves. You start breathing again when you hear a voice in your ear. "Stand up and bend over the chair." You jump a little but do as you're told, dropping the slick vibrator into your purse. With no romance or hesitation he drives his cock home into your dripping pussy. Within scant moments you feel an orgasm explode. You bite your lip and grip the seats backs without taking an eye off the other people in the theater. They're laughing at the screen without the slightest clue that you're getting fucked so hard right behind them. He pulls out of your pussy and slams into your ass. He slides right in thanks to all the warm pussy juice on his cock. You bite your lip again as your ass feels like it's being split but you know having the butt plug in earlier helped get you ready. How long did he plan this damn thing??? You begin to get very nervous about prying eyes when you feel him pump more insistently and explode deep inside your ass. He quickly pulls out and slaps a napkin onto your asshole and tells you to sit down with heavy, whispered breaths. He sits next to you and puts his shrinking cock away. You clean up quickly and drop the napkin to the floor. You sit next to each other and pant till you can catch your breath. The thought of the others in the theater knowing what you were doing is sending aftershocks into your clit. He puts an arm around your shoulders and fingers your nipple. He leans into your ear and asks, "So what are we going to do next Friday?"