39 comments/ 66505 views/ 13 favorites Don't Ask, Don't Tell Pt. 02 By: Joatster Chapter 3 Our anniversary was at the end of January. Suzanne’s next encounter, the one that got me worked up enough to send John the ‘Please’ note, was at the end of February. Over the following weeks in March, Suzanne and I were mostly back to normal. Our sex life was ramped up a bit. We had sex four or five times a week rather than our more normal two or three. The big difference was the hidden part. There was nothing overtly different that anyone watching us would have seen. Our routines and interactions appeared perfectly normal. However, I know there were big differences on my part. I was back in my home office after work every day. I memorized every second of that video of Suzanne. I replayed it in my minds eye even as Suzanne and I made love. Our lovemaking was as sweet and gentle as ever, even though what I was seeing was her wanton activities with John. I know that Suzanne had her private things, too. I would see her drift off in thought more than before. I imagine she was thinking about her sessions with John. I noticed that she got a couple of calls every week that were different than the normal homebuyers or sellers evening calls. She would take the call and go to her office in the house (we both had our own since we did a lot of our work from home). That wasn’t odd in itself. But when she came back she wouldn’t say anything about the call. It was normal for her to say something like ‘That was the Normans again, they’re afraid the place will never sell.’ or ‘A new client – looking for something really big. That will be a nice commission.’ But after these calls – nothing. After the first week and a half after the ‘Please’ not e, I noticed that something was going on. After these calls with no comment, she would be flushed. Sometimes her clothes would be a little disarranged. She would go in her office with the shirt tucked in and come back with it out. Then one night after one of the calls, she sat back next to me on the couch. When she handed me a Kleenex, I smelled pussy. I started thinking about it and realized that she must have been touching herself in her office. The next day, I popped home while she was out. I found that she had added a camera to her computer. John was making her perform for him on camera! That just fed the fire. I was still torn. I didn’t think I wanted my wife to be with someone else. It hurt to think about it sometimes. Other times, however, when my lust was driving the bus, it was one of the most exciting things in the world. I imagine it is like what a tightrope walker feels. He can’t really want to walk out there over an abyss, but the intensity of the experience isn’t there without the risk. When I was sated in the light of day, the last thing I wanted was for Suzanne to do was have anything to do sexually with someone else. Later on, though, that video would start calling to me. It would seduce me into watching it. It had a magnetic pull that I couldn’t avoid. I’d go a day swearing I wouldn’t look at it, then rush into my office and jerk off watching my wife get nasty with another man. Then one day in late March, it happened. I got a call from Suzanne while I was at work. “Honey, I’ll be out late tonight,” she said. Unthinking, I asked, “What’s up?” Ten seconds of silence answered me. Then she said, “I just didn’t want you to worry.” “Oh,” “I may be late, but I’ll be fine.” “Oh” “Loveyoubye,” she blurted and immediately hung up. My cock was hard. Two days later another data DVD was delivered to my desk. I took it home immediately. My hands were sweaty as I set it into the “cup holder” on my computer. The last couple of days had been a sensuous torture for me. Suzanne got in around two thirty. She had on a tight red stretch fabric dress on. Nothing else. Her nipples pressed proudly against the material. I watched through my semi closed eyes as she pulled the dress up and over her head. I couldn’t see any bruising in the light seeping in from the bathroom, but she was stark naked under the very short dress. I my cock was steel hard. She climbed into bed and straddled me. She felt wet and loose. She dropped down and kissed me deeply. Then she raised up, never saying a word, and re-aimed my cock. She sat back down and I felt my cock slide into her ass. We had never had anal sex before. It felt good, different, but good. She was very tight in a ring where I entered her. Deeper in was looser. It was a different feeling. She fucked me like that for a few minutes. I felt myself getting ready to cum. As I approached my orgasm, she reached down and fingered herself. The sight got me off. The action got her off. After that, she got a washcloth and cleaned me off. I fell asleep holding her close. The next day, I was with my demure wife again. There was no hint of anything going on – except for my constant arousal. Then the data DVD came. I loaded it up and looked at the contents. There was no ‘read-me’ file, but there were thirty or so .jpg or picture files and then a video file. I opened the first picture and then scanned through each one of them. They had the quality and look of having been taken by a phone camera. The first showed Suzanne in the red dress and all made up. She looked like someone’s wet dream. I moved my mouse to my left hand so that I could stroke myself with the right. The next picture was of Suzanne in the passenger seat of a car. It wasn’t a very revealing picture. I didn’t get it. Then I looked out the window behind her. It was an adult bookstore. The neon in the window advertised books, mags, booths, and video. The following shot showed Suze entering the store alone. The next picture was of Suzanne walking towards the car. She had a bag in her hand. She also had a leather collar on her neck. There were two guys standing in the door looking at her. The bag was pretty full. I wondered what was in it. There were three more pictures from the bookstore: Suzanne standing with an arm around each of the men, Suzanne with her dress pulled up above her panties and the two guys gawking at her, and finally, Suzanne bent over with her ass bared, the strip of thong showing in her ass crack. Those guys got quite a show. The next photo was again in the car. This time the background was a Gentleman’s club. He took my wife to a titty bar? The next series showed that he had indeed taken Suzanne to a strip joint. They showed Suzanne receiving a lap dance from an almost nude woman. Then it showed Suzanne giving some guy a lap dance under the dancer’s supervision. Suzanne was naked except for her heels and a little red thong. There was just one picture left. It showed a Hilton bellman opening the door of a car. The timing on the picture was perfect. The guys eyes were bugging out. Suzanne’s back was to the camera. She was giving the bellman quite a look. Semi-frantically, I clicked on the movie file. It was not as big as the last one. It started showing the foot of the bed in either the same room as before or its twin. The camera was static and focused on the strip of floor between the bed and the television armoire. You could see the door to the room in the background. On the floor in that space was a small padded barrel cut in half along its length. Thrusting up from the middle was what appeared to be a small vibrator. I didn’t really know what I was seeing, but it was clearly some sort of sex toy. I could see that the size of it, combined with the position of the vibrator would be just about right for a woman to straddle it and ride the vibrator. The camera caught the movement of the door opening. John walked through the door and held it open for Suzanne. She was dressed as she had been in the pictures. As soon as the door closed, he guided her by the shoulders to her knees., unzipped his pants, and proceeded to fuck her mouth. It was him fucking her, not her giving him head. He held her hair and used her mouth on his cock right there in the entryway to the room. It was very rough. I couldn’t believe he could be that rough. It had to hurt and be miserable to have something like that being slammed into her mouth. Then I noticed she had one hand between her legs. She was diddling herself while he did that. The skull fuck lasted about ten minutes. The only time she got a break was when he pulled himself out of her mouth and whipped her face with his cock. When he finished he thrust himself impossibly deep into her mouth. She was gagging around his cock as he shot his cum into her throat. He turned and zipped up while she scrambled to stand and follow him Into the room. He picked up the camera and aimed it at Suzanne. There was a red circle around her moth from the abuse. Her makeup was pretty messed up. She was beautiful. “Tonight, sweet slut Suzanne, we are going to play with toys. Are you ready for that?” he asked her. She smiled hesitantly, “Yes, sir.” ‘Okay, then. Strip and climb on the bed so we can get started.” The scene cut to a shot of Suzanne nude on the bed. She was propped against the pillows and her legs were spread somewhat apart. The camera was static like it was on a tripod aimed from the foot of the bed. I could see that her pussy was red with excitement and shiny from leaking fluid. She was very turned on. James came into view from the left side of the screen. He handed Suzanne a small plain plastic vibrator and told her to use it. She held in her hand, looking confused. He slapped her across the face – gently, if a slap can be called gentle. He got her attention with it, for sure. “Stupid cunt. Turn it on!” She pulled it out and looked at it in bewilderment. “I don’t see a switch.” “Haven’t you ever seen one of these before?” he asked, stunned. “Not really. A friend got one as a gag gift at a shower once, but I was too embarrassed to really look at it.” “Well, well, well…I think tonight might be more fun than I expected.” He took the toy from her. “Just twist the base, Suzanne,” he said gently as he demonstrated. The buzzing sound came and went as he did. She took it and turned it back on. He guided her in running it down her belly towards her cunt. She giggled as it tickled her stomach. Then, as it touched her pussy, her demeanor changed. She was suddenly very serious. It must have really felt good for her. Her hips started moving and I saw her eyes roll with pleasure. I watched John watch Suzanne pleasure herself for about five minutes. Then, as she was clearly starting to reach a peak, he reached over and pulled the vibrator from her. She moaned in frustration, but didn’t fight him. When she reached down to touch herself, he slapped her wrist. “No, no, no. Only when I say you can,” he said. He turned out of camera range and came back with a different vibrator. It was a little shorter then the first and it was shaped differently. The base and end were narrow but the middle bulged. There was also a flat base on it. “Scoot down a bit and grab your knees…No pull them up and to the sides…there.” He guided her into position, then he placed the thing with its tip right at her opening. “Let’s lube it up a little,” he said as he slid it into her pussy. There was no buzzing sound. It just went in to the base. He twisted the base around a little. It obviously wasn’t doing for her like the other one. Then he pulled it out and said, “Here you go.” Then he slid it into her asshole. Suddenly the design made sense. That was a buttplug! He pushed it into my wife’s ass. She moaned. I t sounded like a combination of discomfort and pleasure, but maybe I was just projecting. Once the plug was in her, he had her put her legs down. Then he produced a handful of plastic tubing and what looked like oversized test tubes. I wondered what was coming next. He placed the head of one of the ‘test tubes’ overreach of her nipples and then started squeezing a device attached to them via the plastic tubes. He was pumping the air out. I could see her nipples and aureoles being sucked up into the tubes. He continued pumping until her nipples were hugely distorted. It was pretty bizarre looking. He disconnected the tubes and then attached them to a clear plastic thing that looked somehow like a cup. Not a tea cup, a cup to keep your balls safe from violent contact in sports. He placed that between her legs and proceeded to apparently pump her pussy inside out. It filled the clear plastic and appeared to be the size of a fist. Suze moaned and squirmed in…I guess it was pleasure, but I’m not sure. John pulled on the tubes and the cup for a bit, eliciting more moans and squirming from Suzanne. I was shocked. I had stopped stroking myself and was just sitting there with one hand on my cock and the other on the mouse. This was just strange. Finally, after five or so minutes of tugging and teasing, John twisted a knob on the tubes and pulled them off of her tits. Her nipples remained engorged, they were two or three times their normal size. They were obviously sensitive, too. He rubbed them and she responded like he had rubbed her clit. When he took the cup thing off her cunt, it looked obscene. Her inner and outer pussy lips were puffed up like marshmallows. She looked deformed. He fingered her and touched her swollen parts and she spasmed in orgasm. She thrashed on the bed like she was having a seizure. Somewhere in that orgasmic fit, the butt plug was pushed out. It shot out with surprising force, traveling up and out about a foot. Eventually he removed his hands and she wound down. The camera cut to another scene. It was back in it’s original position over that vibrator machine on the floor. I watched as John led Suzanne to the device and had her kneel down next to it. “Suzanne, this is a Sybian. It is the greatest sexual stimulator for women ever invented. If you thought you enjoyed your time with the vibrator earlier, then just wait. This will blow your mind.” He said. “I will control the machine while you enjoy it. I will help you cast off your inhibitions and enjoy it fully.” Inhibitions? What the hell was he talking about? My God! This guy had done everything to Suzanne. I shook my head at what I had heard. What more might he have planned? A tingle of fear accompanied the thought. He had her straddle the device and insert the vibrator thing into herself. Then I heard the sound of a muffled electric motor. Suzanne started rocking her hips. She looked at the camera and said, “Mmmm. It’s nice.” John chuckled and said, “Nice nothing. You haven’t even started yet.” The sound of the machine increased and Suzanne’s eyes widened. “Oh!” she yelped. “Yes, like that. More of that.” John chuckled again. Suzanne was now running her hands up and down her body, pulling on her still swollen nipples. Her eyes closed and she started rocking her head. She was lost in a sensual fog. The sound got louder again and she started rocking faster and moaning constantly. By now she was out of control and humping that little half barrel like crazy. It was a wanton display. Then, just as she seemed on the verge a huge orgasm, the sound of the machine stopped and John came into view behind her. He grabbed her by he hair and lifted her off of the machine. She whimpered and reached with her hands towards it. He pulled her head next to his and spoke. “Suzanne, you like what I do to you, don’t you?” “Oh god yes. Please more,” she said breathlessly. “Please!” “Maybe more in a minute. Just look at the camera and give me honest answers. Can you do that?” She looked frantic. “Yes,” she said harshly. “Yes, anything.” “Now Suzanne, tell me…did you enjoy me fucking your mouth earlier?” Her answer was a fast, “Yes,” “Not good enough you nasty little slut. Tell me why you liked it.” “You took me. You used me to pleasure yourself. I made you feel good,” she said, breathing hard. I could see a line of sweat between her breasts. “What else do you like with me?” he asked. “You make me be sooo nasty.” “How? What is it that is nasty that you like?” “You fucked my ass. It felt good. It was a bad thing to do and you made me.” “What else?” he demanded. “I…You made me…you let me lick you…there,” she said. I could see the immediacy of need was leaving her. Her shame in admitting her response to his activities was embarrassing her. “Where?” “Your ass. I came when I was licking your ass.” She started crying. “Very good,” he said. “Do you want back on the machine?” She mumbled a “Yes.” “Just a couple more questions, my pet. Tell me, how nasty would you get for me? Would you refuse me anything?” She shook her head. “No. Make me nasty. I want to be naughty for you.” He smiled, “Naughty isn’t even the start of it. Look in the camera. Make it believe you. Tell it you would fuck anyone, any thing for me. Tell it that you would commit any act I asked of you, no matter how depraved. Show that camera the truth of those statements. Show it your body. Convince it.” She did it. I believed her. Then he let her kneel back down on the device. She quickly started hunching on it, but he didn’t turn it on. “If I took you back to the bookstore, would you fuck your friends you posed for pictures with?” he asked. She kept grinding in frustration. “Yes. I would fuck them and suck them. All of them – even the fat guy behind the counter. Is that what you wanted to hear?” she asked in return. “Ho ho! Yes indeed, that’s what I wanted.” He said jovially. “What about Daisy at the strip club. What would you do with her?” “Nggggg.” The sound she made was somewhere between a groan and a growl as she continued humping the silent machine. “Yes, I’d do her. I’d lick her and kiss her, too,” she panted. “I know she wants me. She whispered in my ear. She said to lose you and come back at closing time….Please, please turn it on.” The Sybian rumbled as he turned it on. I sat there in shock and watched her spend the next twenty minutes riding the machine to orgasm after orgasm. She groaned and growled and rode it like crazy. It didn’t even seem that she was aware of anything but what the machine did to her. She was completely out of the world beyond what that thing did between her legs. Finally it all built to a towering peak. She froze in orgasm. Her eyes rolled up in her head. Then she slumped back off the machine. John caught her and eased her to the floor. Before she showed signs of awareness, he looked at the camera and said, “That’s enough for this month, Rich. Enjoy it? Send me another ‘Please’ note if you want our game to continue. Next time will be even wilder.” Then the video ended. I was left with cum on my hand and belly. Watching had been powerful stuff. I cleaned up and guiltily sent ‘Please’ to my wife’s lover Chapter 4 April passed in apparent normality. Suze still had a couple of those phone calls every week. Our sex life remained more frequent, but basically unchanged. I held and cherished her, we both had orgasms, we fell asleep. As we approached the end of the month, I noticed that Suze seemed more intense when we had sex. I saw hints of what she had been in the last video. It fed the fantasies in my head. Our couplings increased as the month passed. They also started being a little more sex and less loving. Nothing big, just little things. We were both a little more physical is all. I felt tension building towards the end of the last week of April. I knew that it was most likely that John would be in town this weekend. My sweet suburban wife would again delve into a world of depraved sex. My fear and disgust were waning and the excitement was growing. In fact, this last month I hadn’t really felt disgust or upset about what was happening. I was kind of resigned to it, but not so upset by it. And now, as the month came to an end, I looked forward to it. I looked forward to that hot nasty sex Suze and I would have when she got home. Our one unspoken moment of not pretending. I also looked forward to the rush and anticipation of that limbo between when I knew she was busy with John and when I got to see the details of her nasty time with him. Don't Ask, Don't Tell Pt. 02 She called me at four-thirty that Friday. “I’ll be out all night. Expect me home around noon tomorrow. Be sure to take Kim to my folks after practice. They are taking her to the zoo tomorrow. Soccer ends at 5:30,” she said. No excuses, no pretense. Just ‘I’ll be out..’ “Okay….Suze, you know I love you, don’t you?” I asked tentatively. “I love you to, Rich. Thanks for….for this.” And she hung up. At seven I was seated at my computer cock in hand looking at my wife promise to do anything for John. Their last time together had been so intense, what would happen tonight? I was in a frenzy of anticipation. That is when the phone rang. “Hello.” John’s deep voice rumbled over the line. “Go to CVE. Be inside the last booth on the left at 9:30. Check your e-mail for directions.” The line clicked and he was gone. It turned out that CVE was some kind of adult book and video store in a town about twenty miles out on the other side of the city. I got there at 8:30and paid my fifteen dollars that apparently gave me access to the place. On one side was a pair of ‘theaters.’ They were just large dark rooms with big screens at the front showing porno flicks. A combination of benches and chairs were lined up in rows. One side had a couple of benches marked off for couples only. The other side had twenty or so booths with television screens streaming more porn. You could lock the door for privacy. I noticed about half the booths had waist high holes in the wall between the booths. I’d never seen anything like it, but knew from my reading that these had to be glory holes. I went into the last booth on the left and closed the door. It had a hole on one side. The video showed a pretty girl going down on a guy with a huge dick. Movement caught my eye and I looked down at the hole. A finger, a man’s finger was poking through it. Some guy was offering to suck my dick. I left the booth and went back to the theater side to wait. At nine-fifteen I went back to the booths. There were five or six men wandering in and out of the booths. I wondered which of them had wanted to suck me. Suddenly the tension level tripled in the place. Guys went to stand at booth doors. I looked around. A man and woman were walking up the aisle towards me. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she was dressed to show what she had. I watched them make a lap around the booths and come back to one where a young guy was leaning at the door. Eye contact was made, then they entered the booth next to him. He closed the door to his booth. I wondered what was happening between them. Was he watching them do each other? Was her finger the one that stuck through the hole? It was pretty exciting. I looked at my watch. Five minutes to go. I went to the last booth on the left again and locked the door. I wondered if some guy would follow into the booth next to me. Sure enough, it happened. I heard the door closes and pretty quick a blunt finger was poking through the hole. I ignored it, panicked at the thought that he would make me miss whatever John had planned. After a few minutes I heard the door open and light showed through the hole. He had left. Then I heard movement again. ‘Not again,’ I thought. I waited for the next hairy finger. It didn’t come. Finally, I bent down and peeked through the hole. There was Suzanne facing me. She was standing on tall heels, but leaned back with some of her weight on the stool. Her legs were spread. She had a spandex mini-skirt pulled up over her waist. Her stockings were black thigh-highs. Her top was a black woven mesh thing intended to be worn over a shirt.. No shirt. No bra. You could see here breasts through the top. Her eyes were closed and John was fingering her cunt.. I heard him whisper loudly to her, “Get down on your knees and suck the cock that comes through the wall, slut.” I understood what he meant to do. I stood up and stuck my dick through the glory hole. Suze gave me a glorious blow job. I lasted about a minute before I came. I felt her drawing the cum from my dick once I stopped shooting it . She sucked my softening dick for another minute before suddenly releasing me. I dropped back down to look. All I saw was the back of John’s pants. Then I saw his hand with a piece of paper in it. He shook it at me. I took it and opened the note. It read: Leave your booth. Stay in here for a few minutes and watch what happens, but be in the left hand theater in ten minutes. Sit on the front row on the far right. Don’t move from there, don’t speak, and don’t acknowledge us. If Suzanne recognizes you, this all ends. When she and I leave the theater, go to Twin Peeks on 29. Stay at the bar. Again - Don’t move from there, don’t speak, and don’t acknowledge us. If Suzanne recognizes you, this all ends. There was no signature, but it didn’t need one. I rearranged my clothes and left the booth. As I opened the door, another man shot past me and pulled it shut. He was in there almost before I left. I walked to the end of the Aisle and watched for a few minutes. After about five minutes, the guy opened the door and came out. He was almost run over by the next guy going in. He walked past me and winked. I heard him say, “She was pretty good,” as he moved away down the hallway. I was hard again. I heard a door opening. It was John’s door I hustled around the bend and across to the theater. Ihad just settled into my seat when heard them come into the theater. It was very dark and I had turned my head as they passed me. I didn’t think Suze could have recognized me even if she noticed me sitting there. A crowd of worked up guys followed them in. I turned to the side so I could peek at the pack of the room. To my surprise, John and Suze hadn’t gone to the couples only seats. They were at the last of the open seating rows. There were guys standing all around them. It was pretty maddening for me. I could see tiny glimpses of bodies in motion, but mostly all I saw were the backs of guys looking at my wife. After watching a bit, I was able to discern that Suze was playing with herself and letting the strangers grope her breasts. John had to back a couple of guys off. I could imagine this turning ugly pretty easily. After fifteen minutes or so of this, John stood and led Suze back out. He gave me a little nod as he passed me. I waited a few minutes after they left. The room had emptied on their tail. All of those guys were following Suzanne wherever she went. When I left, some of them had drifted back into the theater. I guessed that their prey had left the building. When I looked out the door, I saw John driving a car out of the parking lot. I went to my car and headed to Twin Peeks. I had driven past the place a time or two and had always appreciated the name of the place as funny for a titty bar. It was all the way back across town again. The building looked pretty small for the number of cars parked out back. When I went in, I found it to be moderately crowded. The music was pretty loud. The stage held a big blonde woman – probably six feet tall wearing just a cowboy hat and a g-string. She was endowed with generous breasts but more weight than I find attractive. She was swinging around a brass pole and collecting dollar bills from semi-inebriated revelers. There were other girls teasing guys into paying for lapdances here and there. A few of them were really hot, but most were no where near as pretty as Suzanne. I didn’t see John or Suzanne in the room anywhere. I wondered where they went. I had expected them to be here before me. I had left the bookstore after them. I ordered a beer and settled in. Turning down a couple of lapdance offers seemed to let the rest of the girls know that I wasn’t looking for one. They left me alone to sit and think about what I had seen. I was sure that Suzanne had sucked at least one other guy off that night. She had put her body on display for a room full of guys in the theater. Hell, she blew me not having a clue who I was. I had a partial hard on sitting there. I was watching the dancers shake their tits around and thinking of the nasty things my sweet wife was doing. I could feel the excitement building in me. I tried to analyze my feelings. There were a lot of conflicting emotions. The conflicts themselves increased the excitement factor, I think. I wondered about what John was getting out of all of this. I snickered at myself. Here I was getting a kick out of the hidden power he gave me over my wife at the same time he must have been getting a kick out of manipulating both of us. A win/win all the way around. Except for that piece of me that hurt every time I thought about my wife having sex, hot nasty sex, with others. That hurt was usually overwhelmed by the excitement and lust, but it was in there. I was watching the door as John and Suzanne entered. She was dressed as before. I thought ‘I have a very pretty and sexy wife’ as I watched her being led through the strip club by her lover. They sat against the wall not too far from the stage and ordered drinks. I watched them watching as a several of the girls did their thing. Some of the dancers were like zombies, physically present but mentally absent. Even if they were very pretty, I couldn’t bring myself to find them attractive. Often, these girls appeared to be the most mercenary about trolling for lapdance money. You could see them working up and down the rows of men, after the money but otherwise disassociated from everything around them. Other girls were playing and having fun living in the moment. They were more attractive even if they weren’t so pretty. They also seemed to be doing more lapdances with less trolling and work than the ‘zombies.’ John motioned Suzanne over to the stage as the DJ announced that ‘Feather’ would be dancing next. Suzanne took a seat right at the stage. She had money in her hand and was winding the bills around her fingers as she waited for the dance to start. Feather was a very pretty tall brunette with long straight hair. She was thin with long legs, a very nice tight butt, and small to medium sized breasts. She was definitely not one of the zombie dance girls. She danced out and down the stage to the pole and spun around it a couple of times. She was wearing a short skirted parody of the catholic schoolgirl uniform and every time she turned she showed her ass cheeks or her g-string. Her hips had independent suspension of some sort that let her really move them around. She was very hot. She moved to Suzanne and squatted in front of her with her knees wide apart. I watched as this dancer pulled her skirt up and massaged the little pouch of her g-string inches from my wife’s nose. When Suze stuck a bill in the side of the string, Feather leaned down and kissed her on the lips. The watching men roared with approval. Feather then stood and danced up and down both arms of the “Y” shaped stage. Squatting down and giving a little personal show for the men waving money at her. When the song ended she strolled to the mirrors at the back of the stage and untied the tails of the little white shirt she had on and dropped it. Then, she bent over as she removed her plaid skirt. When she turned around, all she had on were tall heels and a red g-string. Another song started and she moved to the pole to swing around it and shake her stuff a bit. She moved back to Suzanne and teased everyone in the room by rubbing her tit s against my wife’s face. Then she hung her head over my wife’s head, hiding both of them in her hair as they kissed deeply. One of Feather’s hands traced the outline of Suzanne’s right breast. I saw Suzanne arch into that hand. When Feather moved on to the men at the stage Suzanne leaned back in her chair legs akimbo. She was flushed and looked like she was a bit lost. Feather finished her dance and Suzanne moved back to sit with John. He leaned over and spoke into her ear for a bit. She nodded while he spoke, but her eyes were on Feather. Feather was by the DJ booth pulling on her little plaid skirt and tying her white shirt tails across her flat belly. When she came down the steps, John stood and motioned her to take his seat. He then took the chair next to her so that Feather was between John and Suzanne. He ordered more drinks, making sure that both Feather and Suze were taken care of. After a couple of different girls had danced, Feather stood and moved to stand between Suzanne’s legs. She pulled off the skirt and top and started dancing. She rubbed her boobs up and down my wife’s body. She rubbed her legs on Suze’s legs. She buried her head in my wife’s slender neck. It was erotic and slow, this tall thin almost naked woman undulating slowly all over my beautiful wife. When the song ended, they were locked in another sexy kiss. The next song blew my mind. This time my wife danced for Feather. She only opened her top and pulled her short skirt up, but she displayed as much as any of the strippers in the bar. Men cheered and clapped while Suzanne performed a public lap dance on a stripper. She looked like a pro, turning her back on Feather and swatting her own ass hard enough to hear the slap over the music and cheering. I was transfixed by the sight. Once the song ended, Feather stood and headed to the back into the dressing room. Suzanne and John stood and left. As they passed through the door, John looked me in the eye and gave me a wink and a nod. I had another beer while I waited for my hardon to go down. While I waited, I noticed that Feather never came back. Two days later I got an E-mail from John: Rich, No video this month, I think you saw plenty. You did well. Suzanne never saw you or suspected you were around. As for the rest of the night after we left Twin Peeks – well let’s just say that your wife’s lips have now known the nether lips of another woman with startling intimacy. She and Feather looked quite beautiful curled up in a 69…and when I fucked Suzanne as Feather sat on her face…well let me just say that it was exquisite. However, the crème de la crème, so to speak, was when Suzanne licked my cum from Feather’s pussy. Amazing stuff! If you want to continue down our path, just send the email. I’ve already started planning something particularly nasty for sweet little Suzanne next month. John. I sent the note. Schadenfreude is a German term that means taking malicious pleasure at someone's misfortune. They say that schadenfreude is the most beautiful kind of joy since it comes directly from the heart. I believe there is a form of schadenfreude behind sending the note asking this man to continue. It is something directed at me rather than someone else, though. In continuing with John’s adventure I somehow derived pleasure at my own misfortune. Maybe I’m completely wrong about it, but there are certainly powerful conflicting emotions connected with the whole thing. May May passed in seeming normalcy. The exception to that was in the frequency and intensity of our love making. We didn’t really do anything different than our normal routine. The frequency was certainly up. We mostly had those close loving times that are what I’ve always thought a husband and wife should have. However, the memories of what I had seen Suzanne doing were never very far from my mind. In fact, those memories kicked off a number of sessions between us that would not otherwise have happened. One time in particular stands out in my memory. We were being lazy on a Sunday morning and sitting together in bed looking at the paper. Suze was reading one of the lifestyle pages while I was reading the sports. I saw an ad for Twin Peeks hidden in the sports section and was immediately drawn back to seeing my wife getting a lap dance there. I looked over at her. There sat my demure wife, chewing her lip as she read recipes in the paper. Hidden away inside was the woman who had her lips on a stripper, the woman who had wrapped her lips around some random stranger’s cock that was stuck through a glory hole. My cock jumped. I reached over and traced my finger around the edge of her ear and then ran a knuckle down the nape of her neck. She purred and leaned into me. I nibbled her ear for a moment, then whispered, “You are a very sexy woman.” “Mmmm. You say the nicest things.” I nipped at her neck. Before long the paper was in the floor and we were necking like teenagers. After a bit Suze snatched my pants down and took me in her mouth. I remembered what she had done to me through the glory hole at the bookstore. I wondered if she was thinking about it. It didn’t take long before I pulled her off of me before I came. We had a short, very physical and intense fuck that saw us reach our peaks very quickly. When we had finished and were cuddling, she asked, “What brought that on?” I was semi-stuprous from the sex and wasn’t editing my words much. “Oh, just thinking about you.” “Oh really? Reading the sports pages got you thinking about me?” Warning alerts should have gone off at this point, but I was still just lying there watching the circling blades on the ceiling fan not paying much attention to what we were saying. “I was just thinking about how hot you looked…” “Hmmm…I just bet,” with that she reached beside the bed and picked up the paper. The rustle of the paper kicked off the ‘Danger, Will Robinson’ warning in my head, but there wasn’t anything I could do. She had the paper and was looking through it. I couldn’t very well snatch it from her hand. I watched her look over the page I was reading and saw her eyes stop scanning when she saw the ad. She read it a time or two. Then she blushed hard. She looked at me knowingly. We locked eyes for some time. Then she said, “Well…” and leaned forward and took me in her mouth again. This time she didn’t stop until I came in her mouth. Afterwards, nothing more was said about it. I knew what she was doing with John. She knew that I knew. I knew that she knew. But nothing was admitted or spoken about. It was a false reality that we jointly maintained. The intensity was all beneath the surface. That unspoken tension built over the course of the month. When I wasn’t thinking about what John had managed to get Suzanne to do, I was wondering what was next. I could see signs of the building tension in Suzanne as well. Not only was she more and more sexually responsive in bed, her out of bed behavior became more sexual. Her walk had more swing in it. Her wardrobe was enhanced with a few purchases and she dressed a bit sexier. Finally, as we were going to bed on the last Thursday of the month, Suzanne said, “Can you go in a bit l ate in the morning?” “Sure, what’s up?” I asked. “It is just a little surprise I have for you,” she replied. I tried to get her to tell me what was up for a bit, but quit when she said, “Rich, that’s enough. Don’t make this more than it is. It is not a big deal or anything – just small thing for the guy in my life. So drop it unless you want me to tell you ALL about it.” She looked at me meaningfully. I wasn’t hypnotized by the ceiling fan this time. I could recognize the danger signs there. “No no. Sorry. I was curious that’s all. Consider it dropped. The next morning I showered while Suzanne got Kim off to school. I was toweling off when Suzanne grabbed me by the hand and led me to the chair in the corner of the bedroom. She kicked the footstool aside and said, “Hands on the armrests and keep them there, Buster.” She showed me a sly smile on her face. “Here is a little treat for you.” She pointed the remote at the CD player on my dresser and Rod Stewart’s old Hot Legs started up. Then my wife treated me to a very sexy lap dance. She opened her robe to reveal a black lace baby doll nighty that I hadn’t seen before. She put her hands on my knees and bent forward, letting the lace fall from her breasts and giving me a peek. Then she squatted in front of me with her knees wide apart. The nightgown was draped over the tops of her thighs and hid her jewel, but her position was exposed and very unladylike. She showed off her ‘hot legs’ and hot body with sultry enthusiasm. When she straddled my right leg and lowered her self onto it, I felt her warm wetness pressing onto me. Her pussy was literally dripping wet. When she stood back up a long string of her juice connected her wet box to my leg. Don't Ask, Don't Tell Pt. 02 As the song ended, she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me deeply. Then she climbed up to straddle me. She pumped and rocked on my hard dick until we both exploded in orgasm. As she climbed off of me and walked towards, I said, “Wow.” “Yeah, wow,” she replied. “You are one sexy girl when you want to be.” “Thanks, Sweetheart.. I’m glad you enjoyed that.” she paused at the doorway to the bathroom and looked back at me. “I should have told you before, but it only came up yesterday. I have to take a trip to Atlanta today. I’ll be back Sunday mid-day.” My head snapped up. She had never taken a trip anywhere for work. She must be going there with John. I pondered what that meant. What would he have her doing in Atlanta? Why there? Why two nights away? What could he have planned? I realized that she was still waiting for a response from me. I held up the tatters of the false reality between us, “Oh…okay, honey. A work conference or something?” She was nude, just fucked, standing in the doorway. She looked incredibly sexy standing there with a hip cocked. She gave me a long frank look and said, “Or ….something.” She stretched out the word something with a sexy growl. My cock came fully back to life. Suze noticed and smiled. She walked back to me stood in front of me. “It looks like we didn’t take care of everything there. Want me to do….something for you?” stretching out the word again again. I groaned as she knelt down and started sucking on me. Having just cum, I lasted a long time. She never slowed or paused as she worked on me. I mentally reviewed all of the videos and experiences of the last months as she licked, sucked, and stroked me to orgasm. She swallowed what I gave her and then got up and headed back to the bathroom. “Ohh…man. That was…That was…” I said as I started coming back down to earth. From the doorway she said, “That was just a little… something.” Nothing overt was said when Suzanne had come home on Sunday. She was immediately engaged in catching up with the ins, outs, ups, and downs of the last three days of our daughters world. I carried her overnight bag up to our room wile they were talking and laughing over milk and cookies. I couldn’t resist peeking in the bag. There was a miniature dress made of scarlet spandex on top. It looked small enough to fit our ten year old. Beneath the dress was a white lace bustier and garter belt. In the bottom of the bag was an assortment of three or four dildoes or vibrators. There was also a box of condoms that was about half full. I put it all back and wondered what it meant. The disk came on the following Tuesday. It had a single large movie file on it. I started it up and it started with a very distorted picture. It took me a moment to realize that the shot was through a peephole in the door of a hotel room. It showed a closed door across the hall. I watched as a man came up to that door and knocked. Suze answered the door in the tight red mini-dress and let him in. The video cut jumped to the door opening again and the same man leaving. The time stamp showed an hour had almost passed. The man walked down the hall and Suze pulled the door wide open and looked right at the camera – she was nude. Thirty minutes later the sequence started again and repeated four more times. At hour-and-a-half intervals strangers were coming to my wife’s room and leaving after an hour with her. She would be dressed in the red dress when they came and would be nude when they left. At one of her flashes to the camera after the man left I noticed that she had shaved her pubic hair. I ran the video back to the previous flash – the bush was there. She had shaved her pussy with that strange man in the room. After the video showed the fifth man leave, the video jumped to a shot of Suzanne sitting naked on an unmade bed. John was running the camera and interviewing her. His first question was, “Well, my pet, you were a busy little beaver tonight, weren’t you?” She smiled lazily and spread her legs to the camera, “No beaver left.” John’s deep chuckle rumbled as he zoomed in on her puffy pussy. “So I see. Show me how much you made tonight.” Suzanne opened the nightstand drawer and counted out $2350 in various bills. John said, “That is a good bit over the advertised price, why is that?” Suzanne’s smile brightened. “Tips! They liked my service. Plus, I charged extra before I’d let ….I think his name was Brett, shave me.” “So now you aren’t just a nasty little slut. You whored yourself out tonight. How was it?” “It was scary and exciting at first,” she replied. “But as the night went on, I just got more and more into the sex. I came a lot more than they did. I saved all the rubbers just like you told me to, see?” She held up a trash can and counted out seven used rubbers tied closed at the base. I paused the video and sat back in my chair in total shock. Suzanne had whored herself out. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. A thousand questions ran through my mind. How did this get set up? How did she contact these men? How did she know they weren’t police? How could she do something so extreme? I was astonished.. After a few moments, I started the video back up. Over the next five or ten minutes I heard John interview Suzanne about her experiences that evening. It turned out that three of the guys were pretty shy. They just wanted a quick suck and fuck. The one guy told her that he hated pubic hair, so she offered to let him shave it for an extra fee. After he shaved her he went down on her for nearly thirty minutes. She told John that it was the best oral service she had ever had. The last guy was pretty kinky. He rimmed Suzanne’s butt hole while he was going down on her. Then, while she was riding him cowgirl style, he had her spit into his mouth. Finally, he jerked off onto her tits and then licked up all of the mess. She said he was kinda fun. The video concluded with John saying, “Just wait until tomorrow, my little slut.” The sudden end surprised me. Suze was in Atlanta for two evenings. What happened on the second night? More whoring? I didn’t know what to think. That evening was very strange for me. Suze got home and was her ‘normal’ self. She was even a bit more sweet and loving than normal. We watched a show on TV sitting together and cuddling on the couch. We hadn’t had sex since she came back from Atlanta. Between her travel and catching up on Sunday and a late day in the office on Monday for me we hadn’t had the energy or time for bedtime fun. As we watched some vapid prime time sweeps show, I was wondering how she would explain her shaved pubes to me. I found myself getting excited at the thought of what she looked like and how nasty she had been. As we sat there, I ‘absently”’ started brushing my fingertips over her nipple. As the show drew to a close, we had advanced to a little light groping on the couch. We closed up the house and went to bed early. When I came out of the bathroom, Suzanne was standing beside the bed in a short silky robe. I walked up to kiss her and she placed her hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees in front of her. Then she pulled the robe open and pushed my face into her bare pussy. It was intoxicating. I had never seen a shaved pussy in person before. I stayed there kneeling on the floor and licked and nibbled her smooth skin. She just leaned back on the edge of the bed with her legs apart and held my head to her the whole time. After about twenty minutes of my ministration, Suze had a series of orgasms that were pretty spectacular. It was like they chained off of each other and built on each other. By the time she finished my face was completely soaked with her juices and I was humping air with a raging hardon. I jumped up and thrust into her – fucking hard and fast from the start. She groaned and met me thrust for thrust. I lasted a bout two minutes before I filled her shaved little pussy with my cum. I rolled to my back to catch my breath and was shocked when she sat up and started licking and sucking my cock. She worked it like it was the sweetest most delectable thing she had ever tasted. I hardened up fairly quickly to my surprise. About the time I really started getting into her blowjob, she moved and slid into the classic 69 position. She dropped her cum filled pussy right onto my mouth. Between what she was doing with her mouth and hands and the general excitement of the whole situation, her moved excited me. I licked her cream pie clean as she sucked on me with abandon. When I came in her mouth, she spun around and kissed me with cum on her lips and tongue. At the time, I found it to be an absolutely riveting turn on. We quickly fell asleep after that. The next morning, it was like nothing unusual ever happened. At work the next afternoon, I was surprised to receive another CD in the mail. I packed up and took it home to find that it was video dated the day after the last one. John had stretched my viewing out over two days. I rubbed myself raw watching this one. It showed Suzanne in bed with two black men. They used her and abused her in just about every way possible. She eagerly participated in everything they asked for. At one point she was on her knees in front of one of the men. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up until his long black cock popped out of her mouth. “If you are going to suck it, then suck it right, bitch! He slapped her across the face with his hand. Then he grasped his cock and started smacking Suzanne back and forth across her cheeks. with it. “You want my cock. I know you do.” Suzanne was fixated on the cock hitting her face. “Yes.” “Then, suck it like you mean it you little cunt!” he growled and jammed his cock back into her mouth. They slapped and spanked her while they used her body for their pleasure. I was amazed that she let them handle her that way. I was even more amazed to see her become more excited and hungry for them as they treated her like that.. I got off on the color contrast, her behavior, just about everything I saw. By the time Suzanne came home from work I had come three or four times and the excited edge had completely worn off. I was feeling ashamed of myself for being so turned on at the things I had seen. I had sent ‘please’ to John with a trembling click of the mouse. I sat back and shook my head. The whipsawing of emotion I felt - going from extreme sexual excitement to shame was very difficult. I was starting to feel like I was losing my mind. Don't Ask, Don't Tell Pt. 03 Chapter 5 June As the end of June approached, I became more and more worried. First, what would John have Suzanne doing now? What new depth to her depravity would he find? The other thing that was gnawing at me was that John had said after three moths with Suzanne that he would 'meet with both of you to discuss the future". I spent a lot of time thinking about what that meant. I reviewed the changes in my life over the past months. I started this journey reading and enjoying many slut wife/hotwife stories off of the internet. I enjoyed them and I fantasized heavily about some of them happening to Suzanne. That was a form of cheating on Suzanne, I mused. I had a sex life of my own that she was isolated from. My 'addiction' to those stories wasn't terribly healthy, I guess. Then our anniversary night. Wow. That was an awakening for me. When confronted with the reality of the hotwife, my immediate reaction was to recoil. I wanted to go back to vanilla sex and quiet close loving. But John had seen that spot on my soul that still enjoyed what was happening. He knew that if it was teased right, it could take over. I found I could enjoy many aspects of the situation. The draw of the 'secret' power I had over Suze was strong. I could stop things if I wanted. My voyeurism was being sated via John's videos. That night I got to actually see Suze in action at the bookstore and strip club was a bonus beyond the videos. Our sex life had improved, as well. We were having sex more often and with greater variety. Our activities had not seemed to have a serious negative social affect, our lives and interactions with friends and coworkers was unchanged. Aside from the flimsy artificial reality about Suze's time with John, we had actually been closer and spent more time together since all this started as well. That left the down side of things to consider. My web surfing and porn reading promoted secretness and deception between my wife and I. That is not good. My wife having sex outside the bonds of marriage is something that would be frowned on by a great deal of society. Certainly, some of her sexual activities over the last months were way beyond the pale. The mix of feelings I have had are intense, but probably not too healthy. I've swung from horny as a tomcat to repulsed and angered by all of what has happened. I looked at what was happening and tried to see if I could provide Suzanne what she seemed to be looking for from John. After some searching, I decided that I didn't really have it in me to slap or demean my wife like that. I just didn't know where things were going. What would happen when John called? I was pretty much worthless at work on the last Friday in June. Suzanne had said nothing about plans that morning before we left for work. I spent a lot of time mulling over the situation. After a lot of soul searching, I had come to some decisions. First, the driving force in the negative feelings I had about what Suzanne was doing were based on societal expectations. Society said what she was doing was bad. Heck I found most all of it exciting to one extent or another. It was when I considered what she did against what I had been told all my life was good or bad based on societies expectations that I started feeling bad about things. I decided that I was letting society make too many decisions for me. I could determine what I did or didn't like. As long as no one was coerced into something they didn't want and we didn't hurt our "public' positions and we had a few ground rules about some things that I found personally repulsive, scat play, involving children, etc., then I was willing to play and try things as they came. With that decision in hand, I reexamined what had been happening and decided that none of it was beyond what I could live with. Most of it was stuff I actually found exciting and would enjoy seeing it continue in some fashion. I still was unsure about what would come next with John, but I felt more excited than fearful about it.. I finished what little work I had at four and headed home. I had been surprised not to get a call or message from John or Suzanne. I beat Suzanne home as usual.. I checked around the house for signs of something happening – everything looked normal. I'd had some of those net stories about the husband coming home to find his wife involved in all manner of sexual excess running through my head on the drive home. I checked my e-mail - nothing. Suzanne came home with Kim at five. She asked, "Spaghetti for dinner tonight OK with you?" "Yeah, that sounds good." I paused a moment, then asked, "Any plans tonight?" She gave me a searing look as she stepped over to stand directly in front of me. "Would you like me to have 'plans' tonight?" she asked as she reached forward and stroked the crotch of my jeans. My cock responded quickly. "I just wanted to be sure that you weren't ...going anywhere tonight." "Nope...just down on you later," she whispered in my ear as our daughter came back into the room. I was loading the dishes into the washer later when Suzanne's cell phone rang. She took it to her office. When I finished in the kitchen, she was upstairs getting Kim packed up for a weekend with her grandparents. "What's up?" I asked. 'My folks called and wanted to know if Kim and her friend Jenny could come over to spend the night and then go to the zoo in the morning. Jenny's mom loved the idea, so....we are packing our little princess up to go visiting." My cell phone rang as Suze was backing out of the drive to take Kim. It was seven o'clock. "Hello." John's deep voice greeted me, "Hello, Rich. Are you ready for an adventure tonight?" I was frozen. My feet had taken root. My throat was locked in rigor. "Uhhhhh....: John's voice sharpened, "Answer me now, Rich." "Yes. I'm ready." "Hmmm. That isn't the answer I'm looking for. You should know the right answer by now." I gasped. What did he want. I was thinking too many things at once. I wasn't able to produce any response. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked. "What happened to 'please'?" I felt like a dunce. "Please." I croaked. "That isn't good enough now. You will have to earn it. Did you know that Suzanne is driving along right this second with a cunt that is wet with anticipation for tonight. She may look like the soccer mom shuttling kids around, but in reality she is a horny slut desperate for some action." I groaned at the thought of Suzanne driving to her parents aroused and thinking not of the mundane things she was dealing with, but with the nasty things to come. "Please, yes. I want it." "That is a little better, Rich. But what I'm looking for it "Please take my sweet loving wife and use her as your personal slut and sex toy." I echoed him, realizing that I really meant what I said. The door bell rang. I ignored it, waiting to hear what John had to say next. "Aren't you going to answer the door?" he asked. I ran to the door. There stood John smiling as he put his phone back in its holder. "Tonight is going to be special," he said. "I think we will all enjoy ourselves." He handed me a sealed manila envelope. "Here are your instructions." With that, he turned on his heel and walked to his car at the curb. I stood at the doorway until he had pulled down the street and turned out of sight. "Hey Rich! How's it going?" I looked around. It was Jim, my half crazy retired navy neighbor. His garage kegerator supplied the neighbor husbands a convenient watering hole. I waved anemically to him and went back inside. Jim was a horny goat.. I saw him watch Suze whenever she was working in the yard. If he had any clue how nasty she could be, he would burst. I laughed at the thought and took the envelope to my office. There was a CD inside. The CD said had 'Play this first' written on it. I threw it into my computer and double clicked on the video file that was on it. John appeared looking into the camera. "Hello again, Rich. I have some video for you to enjoy. When it is over, I'll be back with instructions for the evening.. Enjoy the little clip, but keep your hands off of your dick - you will want to save it for later. By the way...the video you are about to see is from this afternoon. You wife took the afternoon off to explore yet another aspect of her sexuality with me. She was quite a treat." The screen cut to a picture of Suzanne naked and spread eagle on a bed. As the camera panned across her body I became aware that she her feet and ankles were tied to the bed. I also saw John standing next to her, the camera was moving and bobbling a little, which meant a third person was in the room with them. John reached down and roughly fingered Suze's pussy. He started with two fingers and hammered them in and out. She responded with squeals and hip thrusts. It was hard to tell if she was trying to make it stop or if she was loving it until I heard her say, "Ohgodyes..." as part of her moaning. He added a third finger and her frenzy increased. She hit a point where she was clearly experiencing multiple orgasms. As she was building to a higher peak, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a huge dildo. After fucking her with it a while, he pushed it deep into her and left it there. She continued to mover her hips and moan. John then reached down and picked up a leather riding crop. He started swishing it back and forth over her clit. Suze was moving and humping for more contact. She looked so obscene with the dildo sticking in her like that. Then, John brought it up a notch. He started lightly popping her cunt with the crop. Every time it hit her she jumped like she was being hit with a taser. She was beyond words at this point – maybe beyond orgasms, it was hard to tell. Slowly the intensity of the impacts grew. Over the course of two to three minutes it went from light rubbing and almost tickling to pops that would have stung on an arm or leg. Finally, he pulled his arm back and hit her clit dead on with a hard crack. She screamed, wet herself, and passed out. The video jumped back to John. He was smiling out from my computer screen. "Pretty intense, wasn't it? She had quite a good time today. I bet you couldn't even tell when she came home. That is one of the things I like about Suzanne. She can be such a perfect slut and then twenty minutes later she is the perfect soccer mom wife. You have quite a treat there." I was sweating from what I had seen. That was such a wild scene. John continued, "Go to the bookstore you met us at before. Don't get into a booth until at least two other men have visited with us. No need to hide like before, but Suzanne will not acknowledge you as her husband." I was in a state of lusty excitement and ready to do just about whatever John asked. I hopped in the car and zipped down the highway. I hit some traffic going through town. It made me half crazy. I realized I was starting to drive like a maniac and slowed back a bit. Pushing so hard was going to leave me frazzled and wouldn't get me there any quicker. I turned on some quite music and tried to control my breathing. By the time I pulled into the parking lot at the bookstore, I had calmed down enough that I was barely frantic at all. Chapter 6 I paid my money and cruised both sides of the store – there were about fifteen guys between the theaters and the booths. There was a couple cuddled in the couples only section of the theater. They were sitting close, but there wasn't much action. It was too dark to tell for sure, but the woman appeared fairly attractive. She was in Jeans and an oversized shirt, so it was kind of hard to see her body very well. She was clearly not carrying lots of extra weight, anyway. I went back to the booths and stood in the doorway of one, halfheartedly watching the action on the screen and waiting expectantly for my wife and her lover to come by. I wasn't disappointed. I had been waiting about ten minutes when there was a stir in the crowd cruising the booths. I looked down the aisle and saw John escorting my wife along the row of booths. She was wearing high heels, a black mini skirt and a red silky top with the tails tied to show off her midriff. She was brazenly sexual and was looking each man they came to right in the eye. As she came by me she paused and locked eyes with me. She had a little quirk to her lips that was almost a smile. Then she licked her lips suggestively, winked at me, and moved on. She and John finished their procession through the booth area and headed over to the theater. They were followed by about half of the men from the booths. I gave them a few minutes and joined the exodus. When I got to the theater side, John and Suzanne were sitting with the other couple and most of the guys were hanging nearby desperately waiting for some kind of action. John was chatting with the other man. After a bit the couples shuffled seats and Suzanne and the other woman were sitting together and chatting. There was some collective breath holding when that happened. You could almost hear the single guys in the room praying that Suzanne and this woman would start playing with each other. After about ten minutes something did happen. Both couples stood and left the theaters trailing a train of horny men, me among them. They went to the counter and paid some money to the clerk. Then I watched them leave through the door to the hallway towards the exit. They went into a room off of that hallway that I had seen, but never really paid attention to. One of the men that had followed them to the lobby with me muttered, "Lucky guys..." The crowd dispersed back to the theaters and booths. I struck up a conversation with the mutterer. He explained that the store had a pair of 'couples only' rooms. They had a TV and a couch or two in them. Couples and their designated partners could rent the room for ten bucks. They could go in there and have a little private romp. My wife was in one of those rooms getting nasty with John and another couple while I stood out here with a bunch of horny guys. I hung about and bided my time for the next forty-five minutes. The ebb and flow of men from booth to booth and from the booths to the theaters was interesting to watch...not really. But I told myself that as I sat there with a hard on while my wife was getting it on with strangers down the hall. I was sitting there daydreaming when I realized that Suzanne and the others were walking towards me. I sat up and watched as the two women walked in front of John and the other guy. The girls were holding hands and chatting. They went over to the ladies room together. When the door to the ladies room closed, John waved me over and introduced me to Don. "Your wife is one nasty slut," Don gushed as he shook my hand. "That was my Sarah's first time with another woman. It was great." "I...uhhh...good for you," I said lamely. "Rich, go on back to where you were," John said. "Remember to do what I said on the tape." I went back to the couch in the little alcove with the Coke machine. As I sat down the girls came out of the bathroom together. The foursome stood there talking for a moment, obviously saying goodbye. Suzanne leaned forward and gave Don a deep kiss. Then she turned to Sarah and wrapped her arms around the slightly smaller woman. They locked lips and to the thrill of the watching men kissed and groped each other for almost a full minute. Then Don and Sarah waved at John and Suzanne and headed back towards the exit. Suzanne and Don headed over to the booths and walked a lap around the booth area, looking in at the playing videos and looking at the men scrambling around the room. Finally, they came back around to one of the booths with a glory hole and went in. Suzanne turned in the doorway before closing it and slowly drew her short skirt up until the men that had missed out on getting in the booth next to her saw that she was both shaved and pantyless. She stroked her shaved slit and then looked right at me while she removed a finger and licked it lasciviously. Then she turned and closed the door. I was the fifth man into the booth next to hers. There were almost a fight at the door after the first couple of changeovers. I ended up standing at the door waiting while number four visited my wife. I latched the door and dropped to my knees at the hole. Peering through it I saw the back of my wife's head as she sucked on John. He was looking at the hole. He smiled when he recognized me and tapped Suzanne on the shoulder. She slowly pulled herself off of his cock and turned to me. I saw the light of recognition in her eyes when she peered through the hole at me. Then she stood up and spread her legs wide in a raunchy pose designed to show off her cunt. Even in the booth's darkness, I could see that her pussy was bright red and slick with juices. She proceeded to play with herself for me for a few minutes. I was on my knees with my cock in my hand watching my wife finger herself through a glory hole. Then John bent down and said, "Go to the lobby, I'll be there in a minute." I managed to zip my pants without damaging myself. When I opened the door to my booth a big black guy slipped past me and closed the door so quick it almost hit me on the way out. He was shorter than my 6'1", but much more muscular. He looked like he was a bodybuilder or something. I was looking over the sex toys on the wall when John walked up next to me. I looked around for Suzanne and didn't see her. "Don't worry," he said. "She is sucking on one of the biggest black dicks I've ever seen right this second." He smiled as my cock lurched in my pants. "Suzanne is on a sexual high like I have never seen in a woman. Every time she has an orgasm just feeds her need for another one. She told me she actually had an orgasm when she saw you standing there when we first came in. I hadn't warned her that you would be here." My social skills repertoire didn't include how to respond to comments and compliments about my wife's skills and abilities as a slut. I just stood there looking at a collection of rubber underwear. "I'm going back to get her in just a minute. When we come back I want you to pay for a room for us." He turned to the clerk and said, "Hey, Eddie!" and pointed a finger at me. Then he turned and went back to the booths. I was putting my change in my wallet when John and Suzanne came back into the lobby. They were followed by the black guy that had run over me getting into the booth. John waved to me and I followed the three of them into the private room. There were two cheap green couches on two walls and a corner table with small television streaming porn. John said, "Suzanne was having so much fun with his cock that I decided to have her satisfy this gentleman before we proceed with my plans for the evening. Let's sit over here and let her have her fun." John and I sat on one of the couches while Suzanne took the cushions off of the other one. She placed them on the floor, creating a makeshift bed. While she did that, the black guy was stripping. When he dropped his pants, he revealed a huge cock. It was only a little longer than mine, but it's girth was enormous. In all the porn I'd surfed on the net, I'd never seen anything like it. It was fatter around than my wrist. Suzanne had yet to acknowledge either John or I since we came in the room. She was focused on this man. She made him lie down on the cushions she had set out and then squatted over his cock. She let out a groaning whine as she lowered herself on it. His black log slowly disappeared into her pink gash. When she bottomed out one it I saw her bite her lip, then she opened her eyes and looked at me. There she sat with a stranger's cock in her while I sat with a hard on stretching my jeans out of shape. Don't Ask, Don't Tell Pt. 03 She smiled and said, "I love being such a nasty slut." Then she started slowly humping his cock. She rode it for about fifteen minutes, obviously having a number of orgasms. Finally, he gripped her hips and started slamming into her. He froze, cumming deep in her pussy. When he relaxed she rolled her hips and continued to fuck him for a couple of minutes. Then she looked at me again and said, "Watch this, honey." She slowly rose up from her black lover. His cock slowly slid from her wet cunt. When the big purple head finally plopped out, white cum dripped from her open gash and landed on his balls. She dropped down and cleaned every bit of it with her mouth, then sat with her legs spread showing John and I the gaping hole left by that monster cock. I was riveted. As they caught their breath, John handed the guy his clothes and encouraged him to dress. "Well my friend," said John as he stood. "I'm sure you enjoyed your time with our little slut here, but I think it is time we had a bit of privacy if you don't mind." He shepherded the guy to the door and closed it behind him. Then he turned to us, "Well you two, our little trial period has come to a close. Things change now." He looked at me. "Rich, you are obviously too worked up to do any deep thinking. My little slut here, " he gestured to my wife, "is going to take care of that. Once she has finished with you, bring her to my hotel." He told me which room he was in at the Hilton where all of this started. He was right about me being overheated. I could barely take my eyes off of Suzanne. She was a sight. She barely resembled my proper wife. She was standing naked in front of us. I could see red marks from where hands and mouths had been on her body. Here lips were a little puffy and surrounded by a faint reddening of the skin from the oral sex she had been having. Her nipples were hard in the cool air of the room. Her cunt was bright red, with distended lips. She was standing with her legs apart and hips cocked in such a way as to show her shaved snatch off. It was clear that she was a slut who had been ravished and was looking for more. "Suzanne, put your pretty outfit back on." John commanded. "I want you to take Rich back into the theater and get him off one time back there. Once you have done that, take him to a glory hole booth with you and make sure the two of you don't leave until he is completely drained." John smiled at me. "I'll see you guys in a while. Have fun." He turned and left the room. I stood there looking at the closed door trying to come to grips with the situation. My higher thought processes were severely hampered by extreme horminess. I turned to Suzanne as she was tugging her little black skirt into place. She smiled hungrily at me and said, "C'mon sweetie. Let's go play." She took my hand and led me back out into the lobby. Once there, she hooked her arm in mine and we walked slowly through the room. I felt everyone's eyes on us. We settled into chairs at the back of the little theater. There were no other couples in the couples only area with us, but there were about five guys seated at the bench in front of us. I could barely see the screen for all the guys turning to see Suzanne. I felt Suze moving next to me and glanced over. She had untied the tails of her blouse and was opening her shirt up. I stared at her as she revealed her breasts to the watching crowd. Once her shirt was open, she glanced at me and said, "Every one of them wants to touch me. I bet I've given them all hardons." She reached between my legs. "How about you? Have I given you a boner?" She started stroking my dick through my pants. After a couple of minutes she popped my slacks open and started openly stroking my dick in front of the crowd. I looked over and saw that she was fingering herself as she did it. She was watching the men staring at her. I felt an orgasm building as I thought about what I was seeing. My wife was putting on one hell of a show. Just as I started to spurt, she dove over and sucked down every drop of my cum. As she sat up, she licked her lips and then took her hand from her pussy and licked the fingers that had been inside her. Then she stood and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear her. "That was so good. Let's go to the booths and see if I can get a little more." There was an exodus from the room as she and I rearranged our clothes. By the time we had walked back through the lobby and into the booth area, there were guys jostling each other for position at the booths with glory holes in them. Suze showed an impish side of her self as we took a lap around the booths. She would pause at each one with a hole in it. Every time, a guy in the other booth would get teased with the possibility that this hot slut was going into the booth next to his. Then she would move on, swaying her hips and looking incredibly sexy as she walked past the now disappointed guy. When we had completed a lap, she leaned to me and said, "This time, I want you to pick the booth we stop at. You pick whose dick I will suck first." In spite of the recent draining she had just given it, my cock twitched at her words. Suddenly, I had a measure of control in this game. I felt a greater excitement over what we were doing than I had previously. I looked up and down the rows of booths at the men standing by the doors. I could feel the excitement in the air. We started moving down past the doors. I played the tease game with my wife at the first two booths. I could see the guys trying to catch her eye. I could see they desperately wanted my wife. Finally, I stopped at a booth next to the one a tall guy was at. I'm no real judge of male beauty, but he looked fit and healthy to me. I was tired of waiting, so I nudged Suze and she slipped into the little booth. I followed and shut the door. As Suze turned towards me she was pulling her blouse open again. Then she tugged her spandex mini-skirt up so that her pussy and ass were completely uncovered. She stepped to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a deep kiss. She let go and gave me a smile that was pure sexual hunger. "Thanks honey," she whispered. Then she dropped to her knees I looked at the fist sized hole and saw the face of the guy from the next booth. "C'mon, darling." Suze said into the hole, "Give me your hard cock." Seconds later a hard cock slid through the hole and my wife attacked it like a starving animal on fresh meat. She was sucking hard on his cock. Her head was bobbing fast. I could hear the wet sound of her mouth sliding up and down this stranger's cock. Once in a while, I could hear her gag a little when she got the angle and depth wrong. It was all very exciting. I noticed that she kept one hand on her pussy as she sucked. I reached down from behind and slipped a finger into her dripping cunt. She moaned around the guys cock as I slipped a second finger into her. She started hunching against my hand as she blew the guy through the wall. Suddenly I saw her put both hands against the wall, her body stilled. I thought she might be starting to cum, but I couldn't feel her pussy throbbing around my fingers. I watched a bit more. She was very slowly sucking up and down on the cock in her mouth. Then the cock pulled back out of her mouth and through the wall with a pop. She looked at me and opened her mouth. It was full of cum. She closed her eyes and mouth and I watched her swallow his cum as if it were the sweetest delicacy she had ever tasted. My cock was hard in my pants again. I heard doors opening and closing, suddenly another cock poked through the wall. Suze turned to it and started sucking ravenously again. I dropped my pants and slipped behind her. After a bit of awkward positioning, I got my cock into her while she kept working on the strange cock. I held still while she humped her hips on me while she bobbed her head on his cock. She was so wet that I slide in and out effortlessly. After the second guy came she stood up and repeated her cum swallowing display for me. Then she reached up and kissed me like she had when we first got in the booth. I could smell and taste the remnants of cum in her mouth. I was so heated up, so into the moment, that it actually turned me on. I was surprised at myself. When Suze broke the kiss, she reached down and stroked the new cock that had poked its head through the wall. She looked at me and said, "This time, do my ass." Then she bent down to the cock in the wall. She stayed up on her feet and I maneuvered myself behind her again. I pushed forward and she reached down and aimed my cock into her asshole. I slipped in slowly and heard her moan around the strange cock in her mouth as I buried myself all the way in her ass. I could feel her moving as she pleasured the anonymous cock. Her ass was very tight in a ring just at the entrance, beyond that was a warm looseness unlike any pussy. I held her hips and started stroking into her, slowly at first then harder and faster. Finally, I was slamming into her ass hard enough that it sounded like I was spanking her. I tensed up, preparing to cum, and Suze spun around and engulfed my cock with her mouth. I was pulsing my cum down her throat before I realized what was happening. She drained me. Then she kept sucking on my softening dick. I watched her as she move to back against the hole as she continued mouthing my cock. After a few moments, she looked up at me and said, "He's in me now. There is someone fucking me right this second." I felt my groin tighten again. My cock was trying to come back to life. The nasty scene I was participating in was powerfully exciting. My wife was being a total slut - just like those in the stories that fueled my imagination for so long. On top of that, I had rationalized away my doubts and misgivings. I'd completely immersed myself in the moment. Suze went back to sucking my cock back to life while she fondled my balls. I watched her moving her hips with pleasure from the fucking she was getting through the glory hole. She glanced up and locked eyes with me. "He is cumming," she said. Then she dropped her mouth back on me. I don't know how many men fucked her while she blew me. There was at least one more. I started cumming that final time when I noticed that she was reaching down between her legs and either frigging herself or fondling her latest lover's balls as she serviced me. When I came, I felt myself pulsing, but nothing was really coming out. I'd been drained dry by the slut my wife was being. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath while she turned and finished her last lover with her mouth. When he finished, she turned and showed me his cum in her mouth like she had before. She swallowed, opened her mouth, and waggled her tongue at me mischievously. "I think we are done here, don't you?" she asked. I was still feeling pretty discombobulated, "Yeah...I guess so." Suzanne grabbed my arm and led me out of the booth to the disappointment of the next guys in the line. She sashayed next tome as we left the building and went to the car. She had me grab a bag from the trunk for her. She had stashed a change of clothes for herself in my car before she left with John earlier that evening. As we drove back to town, she changed into her suburban mom outfit. While she changed I drove and pondered things. I was starting to feel the remorse and discomfort with what we were doing again. I was revisiting all of the feelings and reservations I'd had as we went on this journey of sexual exploration. I held the 'sanctity of marriage" and 'holy bonds of matrimony' discussion with myself. I decided that for now, I would have to say that I still mostly felt that marriage was what we made it and that we didn't have to accept society's traditional definitions. Knowing that we had to be careful doing something outside of what society considers normal. Social groups don't like their norms to be ignored. Bad things happen to those who don't conform. I also even reconsidered the whole "If you were a real man, you would never let your wife do that" line of thought. It seemed pretty silly to me. I guess there are people out there that see marriage as some form of ownership. Those same people seem to have self image problems. To me, that line of thinking seems to be related to the way the loudest of homophobes seem to be the first ones in line to gobble cocks at the glory holes in the bookstore. They protest just a little too much. In any case, I didn't feel that my manhood was threatened by what we were doing. I mostly was confused by the swing of feelings I had about it. One minute it would be the most intensely exciting sexual thing I had ever experienced, the next I would feel ashamed at that excitement. I decided to stick with what I decided before all the excitement of the evening. I could live with and enjoy a continuation of what had been happening. I glanced over at Suze. She had fallen asleep. It was hard to reconcile the innocent face Next to me with the one that had whispered 'There is someone fucking me right this second" to me earlier. She had clearly been enjoying herself before. Her experiences with John were obviously satisfying some need of hers. I actually enjoyed getting John's notes as much or more than I did participating tonight. There was more anticipation and buildup and less guilt and remorse afterwards. I pulled into the underground garage and we went to the elevator silently. In the elevator, Suze turned to me and said, "I love you so much. You know that, don't you?" "I know. I Love you too." "This has gone farther than I thought it could. I can't say that I feel I've explored all of my darker desires, but I've learned some things about myself. As much excitement and fun as I've had each time, I've spent the next couple of weeks feeling no interest in 'extreme' games.. But..." She pause. "But now...well...I..I think I've explored enough. You have been so patient and I know this was something you weren't comfortable with. I've thought about it a lot and I'm willing to let go of all of this. You, we, are more important. I've explored enough and can set this aside without the pressure or feelings that I would have felt if I hadn't tried this." "You mean you want to go back to normal/" I asked As we entered the lobby. I steered us to a pair of chairs tucked in a corner. Suzanne said, "I mean that if you feel like you did when this started, then I can live without it." Boy, wasn't that a slick answer. "You think you could just give this up? No more urges, no more irrepressible urges?" I asked. "I can't say that I haven't had fun. I'm more than a little ashamed of what I have found exciting in all of this. I am a bit of a pervert down inside. But that is only once in a while. I couldn't live like that. I love our daily lives together. I love that too much to give it up over the transient urges I've surrendered to lately. Nothing is worth giving that up." That was good to hear. But it left me in a quandary. "You know that John has been telling me everything?" I asked. She looked down at her lap and nodded. "Yes. He told me today." "I mean he sent me pictures, video clips, and even let me come watch one night." "He told me." "So, I know what you have been doing. I've seen how much you enjoyed it. " "I admit that I've enjoyed the things I've done. John told me I could stop it any time I wanted, but I never came close to stopping or slowing it down." Suze said. "I have some limits, of course...but never crossed them. I'm just saying that I can give it up for us, if that is what you want. I'm in charge, not my libido. I've satisfied my curiosity enough that I can live without any more...excursions." "I've had very mixed feelings. I'll admit to being quite a perv, myself." I started. You mean your evening porn fixes over the last years?" Suzanne asked. I was stunned. How did she know that I had been reading net porn for so long? "I...uhhh....well...how?" I am such a scintillating conversationalist sometimes. "Oh honey, I've known for ages. Remember when I had to have my computer rebuilt after the spyware messed it up. I used your machine a couple of times. I found what you had been reading. I saw the sites you went to. Heck, I've spent time surfing and reading. That's where a lot of my desires took concrete form. I loved a lot of the slutty wife stories and some of the dominance ones. You don't think my behavior over the last months just popped out of me? I've been reading the same things you have for the last few years." On one hand, I was astounded by this. However, once I thought about it a moment, it did make sense. No one will just pop out with extreme behavior changes without some cause. My demure real estate agent wife had not just changed overnight. She was acting on things that she had been reading and thinking about for a long time. I said, "Well, I guess you know I've gotten my jollies reading about this sort of stuff. The reality of it hasn't always been so easy for me. I've really been torn between intense excitement and some confused shame and fear about what was happening." "I've known you had to have mixed feelings about this. I'm not surprised. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my fair share of mixed feelings about this, myself. It has not been easy to admit to myself how kinky I can be," Suze said as she put a hand on my shoulder. The casual familiarity felt good. "I know you like watching and that the voyeuristic side of all of this has been fun for you. You seemed to have fun playing tonight. I know that you don't have the personality to take control like John. But there is a place in these games for each of us. If...that is what we want." "You said you could give it up if I felt strong about it." "Yes." "But, Suze, what do you want? You haven't really said what you want to do," I said. "I know I said before that I didn't want it. You know that I'm torn now about things. What do you want?" She sat still for a moment, tracing one of her fingers over the back of the other hand. Then she looked up at me, "I can define what I want by defining some of what I don't want. I don't want this sexy play to become our lives. What we have at home is far more important to me than what happened tonight.." "I agree with that." "At the same time, we have both been getting a lot of thrills out of these...games over the last months. I wish there was a way for us both to enjoy spicing our 'normal' life up with a pinch of this playtime once in a while." I felt a trill of combined fear and excitement as I thought about what she was saying. "I don't know, honey. I don't know if that is what I want. I still feel kind of mixed up over...everything. There is a lot to digest." She stood and pulled me to my feet. "I understand honey. Let's go see what John has to say. Who knows – maybe he is going to tell us to just go away. That would give us an answer, wouldn't it?" She pulled out her cell phone and called John. He told us to meet him in the bar. Chapter 7 I was sipping my drink and looking over at the seats where Suzanne and John first met when my sweet slutty wife straightened. I looked around and saw John approaching. He chastely hugged Suzanne and respectfully shook my hand. Then he confidently motioned to the bartender. The waitress scurried over with a drink as we were all sitting back down at the little table. John whispered something to her as she set his drink in front of him. As she left he said, "I'm sure you two have discussed things since I left you – any thing you need to tell me?" Suze and I looked at each other, neither of us willing to be the one to speak. John smiled, and said, "Rich, you tell me." I grasped my drink harder. "Well...I guess the short version is that this has been an exciting experience, but that we don't want to adopt it as a 24 by 7 lifestyle. Plus, we both have some mixed feelings about continuing things at all." Don't Ask, Don't Tell Pt. 03 John looked to Suzanne, "Do you have anything to add?" he asked. "We've both enjoyed aspects of the experience. We certainly couldn't handle living like that all the time. The mixed feelings, well, Rich has stronger mixed feelings than I do, but we both feel that if the other can't handle any of this, we should stop and go back to normal." John looked at both of us for a moment. His gaze felt piercing. I felt like shrinking into myself under it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Suze looking down at the table rather than meet his gaze. "Let me explain something to the two of you," John began. "Rich, you are a submissive voyeur. You are internally oriented. You spend a lot of time within your fantasies." He paused his discourse to let the words sink in. "Stop me if you don't agree." I nodded in response. "I'm sure that you have been torn between actively enjoying what has been happening and some feelings of...hmmm...I'm shooting from the hip on this...it's not jealousy," he looked at me for a moment. "I'm betting that you feel it is 'wrong' or bad to do the things we have been doing. Am I close?" I nodded. "Yes, there is the whole immorality thing, but at the same time you get a big thrill out of the submissive act of having your wife be my total slut, don't you?" I nodded again. "And...I bet you have some pretty mixed feelings about getting a thrill that way. It isn't something our society really extols as a manly virtue, is it?" "No, I guess not," I mumbled. He turned to Suzanne. "It is a little simpler for you. On one hand you are a wife, mother, and successful professional. You take pride in those things. Your self image is built on them. On the other hand, you are a submissive slut. You love the power and freedom of handing me control. You also are an exhibitionist. You love showing off your slutty side. Isn't that right?" "Yes," Suzanne said demurely. "As for myself," continued John, "I am a top. I enjoy the power you two have relinquished to me. I enjoy manipulating the two of you into actions you would never have been in on your own." The three of us sat there looking at one another for a few moments. John was obviously waiting to see what we would say or do. Suzanne and I just looked at each other. It just wasn't in us to take the lead in a situation like this. John knew it. "Cat have your tongues?" he asked. "Let me put an offer on the table, so to speak." He raised a hand and signaled to the waitress. She brought him a laptop computer. "I had Julie holding this for me just in case our conversation reached this point." The waitress, Julie, left us as he opened and started up the computer. "I want you two to watch this little collection of video clips. Rich, this is an example of the range of slutty behaviors that I will make Suzanne participate in. Imagine her in the place of the women you see in these clips. Suzanne, you are such a slut that I know looking at this will excite you. But I want you to think about your other side, the wife/mother/real estate agent. Ask yourself if you can live with knowing that the outwardly 'perfect' you can come to terms with the nastiness you would be experiencing. I'll tell you how things will work f you are still interested after watching this." He turned the laptop to us and we watched as a video came up. It showed a woman in a leather vest and black panties with her hands tied overhead. A man holding a wooden dowel or pointer stood behind her. He struck her across her exposed buttocks five or six times, pausing between strikes. She jerked every time the pointer touched her. The bright red lines of each strike were clearly swelling. The scene jumped. This time a very pretty petite naked blond was shown carrying a wooden case to a man seated in a tall chair. She put the box in front of him and it was clear that the box was a shoe shine kit. She opened it and took out a vibrator and a rag. The camera angle changed to show the view from behind the seated man. From this angle you could see an audience of eight or ten men. They looked like a biker gang – leather, tattoos, scruffy. She turned and faced the audience. Her right foot went up on the box and she started using the vibrator, running it in and out of herself while she leaned back and showed the men her body. The man at the chair said something and she stopped and turned to him. He put his foot on the box. Then, with agonizing slowness, she squatted over his black boot until her distended pussy lips came into contact with the leather. He forced her head to his lap and her face into his jeans clad crotch as she slid herself all over the boot. Finally he lifted her head off of him and said something else. She dropped to her knees and polished his now wet boot with her rag. The next scene showed three women in bed together. They writhed as the touched, kissed, and licked each other. They were drenched in sweat and you could see that they were just sliding all over one another. Mouths, hands, even feet were used indiscriminately to rub and touch. I'd seen plenty of lesbian action on the net before, but this was truly extraordinary. I glanced up at Suze. Her cheeks had bright apples of red on them. I could see her body moving with her panting breath. Her fists were clenched. The next scene showed an old man, at least seventy in bed with a young woman. She was a pretty girl next door looking brunette. She was sucking his soft cock for all she was worth. He finally pulled her off of him and turned around. She buried her face in he skinny drooping butt. As she tongued his butt, he started showing signs of getting a hard on and began stroking himself. When he was fully hard, he turned her around and stuck his semi hard cock into her cunt. As he fucked her, another man came into the picture, he was grossly fat. His gut hung down so far that it was hard to see his cock. When the camera zoomed in on his fat stomach resting on the back of her head you could see that his cock was a little short thing, about the size of my thumb. The old guy and the fat guy proceeded to finish the scene by cumming all over this cute young woman's face as she frigged herself. I was sweating. My poor worn out cock was starting to twitch to life. The thought of my sweet wife being made to do some of the things we were being shown was exciting to me. I glanced over at Suze. She was still completely focused on what she was seeing. I looked to John. He met my eyes with a wry smile. When focused back on the screen, I saw a few seconds of a woman covered in food draped across a table. People in formal clothes were picking food off of her body and loading their plates. The clips became shorter now. There was just a few seconds in each clip. I saw a multitude of depravities ranging from mild to extreme. There was a woman playing tennis in a normal tennis outfit, except for the tiny white thong under the short skirt. There was a woman surrounded by men stroking themselves and cumming all over her body. A woman was tied and bent over a wooden box had another woman fucking her ass with a strap on. In another clip, there was a man with rubber gloves sliding his hands alternately into a woman's ass as she fingered herself. His hard cock was bouncing as he pushed his hands in and out of her butt. She had her head turned toward the camera. There was frenzied ecstasy in her face. Suze gasped when she saw this. I glanced over at her. She was biting the knuckles of her right hand. Her left hand was between her legs. She was rhythmically squeezing her knees together as she watched. I looked around the room. No one took notice of my wife playing with herself. When I looked back at the screen, it had shifted from displaying video clips to showing a series of still pictures. There were pictures of a woman in a mini skirt flashing men at a grocery store. A woman was shown wrapped in rope and suspended from a hook. There was a picture of Suzanne from earlier today with the riding crop striking her clit. There was a picture of five men at a poker table. As I looked at it, I realized that the men had no pants on and there was a woman under the table. There was a picture of a woman in a short skirt squatting on the steps of a public building. She was holding her pussy lips apart and peeing down the steps. The pictures came and went faster and faster. Women in dresses with buttons from neck to hem flashing them open in public crowds. Women being gang banged. Spankings. Restraints. Exhibitionism. It was all there flashing up faster and faster. I was aware of Suze moving with the rhythm of the pictures. She was building to an orgasm right there in the Hilton bar. I had to adjust my hard cock that was being bent double by my pants. As the pictures got so fast that there was barely time to take them in before they changed, Suze stopped her leg movement and just sat there kind of vibrating as she came. I can't recall all the pictures I saw there at the end but one burned itself into my memory. It showed the woman we had seen earlier getting her ass fisted by the guy with the big hard on. She had short dark hair and was very cute. In the still picture that flashed by, she was on her hands and knees with ...well I can't really say. Let's just say that she was a very special pet owner. I gasped in shock. The show ended. I was shaking in shock, fear, disgust, and lustful excitement. Without a word, John stood up and closed the laptop. He went to the bar. Suzanne and I looked at each other. "Well," she said shakily, "wasn't that something else." "Yeah," I said, "but...is what we saw there...I mean would you ever..." "If I know I wasn't hurting us. If I knew I could put the brakes on and make it all stop before anything I couldn't do or live with happened, then maybe I would like to see if I can still...meet ...with John for a while." "And if I say ok, but then decide later that I can't handle it?" I asked. "Then it ends - right then. And I'd be ok with it." She said. "But, by the time I found out, you would have already...done...stuff." "But that would be the end of it. I don't think I could do everything we saw there." "I guess I could work with that," I said, still somewhat torn by the extremes I had seen in some of the pictures. John returned with two glasses of water as I spoke. "Here you go. They are closing down; I had to use my connections to get this for you." We both needed the water. As we drank, John spoke to us. "Here is my deal. We continue monthly meetings. I will do what I want with Suzanne. She will be my personal sex toy. Rich, I'll find ways to share snippets of our activities with you when I can – no promises there. You, Rich, will ask me to use your dear wife as my personal slut each time I share something with you. If you fail to ask me to please use her, it ends. Suzanne, if you hesitate or balk at anything I tell you to do, it ends. No harm, no foul, but it is all over at that point. No negotiation, no scaling back, no retry next time. Can you to live with that?" Suzanne glanced at me. I gave an almost invisible twitch. I think it was my unconscious fighting with my fears. It came out as a nod. Then she looked at John. "Yes. Yes, we can." "Rich," he asked. "How about you?" I took a deep breath. "Yes. Please use my sweet bride as your slut and sex toy." I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth. It was some out of control part of me. John nodded, and then said, "One other thing. I like that you two don't acknowledge these games between each other. I want you to keep up the 'don't ask-don't tell rule alive between you." We nodded. We were in a thrall to the power of this man. "OK then. Rich, you go home now. Suzanne, I have plans for you tonight." He looked around and spotted the waitress. He waved her to us. "Julie, when will you be free?" he asked. "I'll be done in fifteen minutes." "Ok. Come on up to my suite. I think we'll play with my toy for a little while," he said. Then he took Suzanne by the hand and led her out. I looked back at the waitress. She had short dark hair and was very cute. It took a moment for me to recognize her. She was the one in the ass fisting clip. She was the unique pet owner! She smiled at me. "We will have so much fun with her tonight," she said. As she said it, she was holding her right hand in a fist and turning it back and forth. Here eyes had a far away gleam in them. Then she took our glasses, wiped the table and went back to the bar. I drove home shaking with excitement. I couldn't wait to get whatever 'snippets' John was going to send my way. -------------------------------------------- That's our tale. We are still having monthly meetings now, a year in. We still "don't ask, and don't tell". Once in a while we get a wild hair and go to the bookstore together. Other than that, I'm enjoying the things that John shares with me. Suze and I are happier and more satisfied than ever. We have found a way for two fairly submissive people of us have normal lives – most of the time. Plus, when we aren't being 'normal' we are having the time of our lives. It won't last forever. At some point we may tire of this or John will take it too far, but until then DADT is our watchword.