3 comments/ 95798 views/ 25 favorites Watching Her Is My Fantasy By: ktriniii While we were staying at a hotel in Sydney, my wife Michelle booked a massage to relax. She works in a busy office and wears heels all day so lower back pain and aching legs are fairly common for her. I love seeing her in the mornings as she gets ready for work. Her small slender 5'3" body with long light sandy blonde hair and always wearing skirt suits. She always makes sure her underwear is a matching 12A Bra & size 8 panty set. Because we live in Melbourne, one of the coldest cites in winter, most days she has to wear stockings. Anyway, I told her I would go upstairs to the pool while she had her massage and then we would go out for dinner & theatre to see the show we were in Sydney for. As I was leaving, the masseur was at the door with her folded table and bag. A hot little Asian woman in her mid twenties about the same build as Michelle and dressed in a white polo shirt and black bike shorts. She introduced herself as Sandy and I left. After about 20 minutes at the pool, I had had enough of this small group of annoying kids who were running and jumping around. Not very relaxing for me so I decided to go back, have a shower and start to get ready. When I entered the room, Michelle and the Sandy were facing away from me & didn't know I had returned, but I could see from where I was the back left hand side of the table. Michelle was laying face down on the massage table and completely naked, while Sandy was standing in front of me working on her lower back, but blocking my view of my beautiful wife. I wanted to catch a sneaky glimpse of Michelle's bare ass so I just stood quietly in the hall where they wouldn't see me. The massage was focused around her lower back and butt for a while and she seemed to be using alot of oil, then Sandy moved to the other side of the table. Her left hand was resting between my wife's ass cheeks while her other hand was drizzling more oil to the area. Michelle was clearly enjoying her work because her breathing was pretty loud & she was humming quietly to herself. That's when I noticed Sandy's thumb pressing on Michelle's tight pink assbud. With a slight gasp from my wife, slowly Sandy's thumb disappeared and it seemed like all the air escaped from the room. Here I was, hard as a rock, watching my blonde wife having her ass and pussy fingered by little Asian bombshell. I'd like to say I walked over and took control of the situation, but all I could do was stand and watch as this little Asian slut began to finger fuck my wife. Then Sandy caught a glimpse of me, she didn't let on that she had seen me, but I could tell because she started to smile when she realized I had been watching for a while and had no intention of announcing my return. Michelle started to hum louder now & her breathing had increased in intensity. Just at that moment, the little Asian masseur Sandy lent down and started to softly kiss Michelle's ass. Still with the middle & index finger of her left hand working my wife's pussy, she slowly slid the thumb out of her ass and began to lick around her tight puckered pink hole. As her tongue extended, teased and then slid into my wife's secret passage, she looked up. Staring directly into my eyes, this little Asian slut was now spreading my wife's ass cheeks with her free hand and tonguing like a machine as my wife raised her hips to encourage her to push deeper. Un-fucking-believable! It was all I could do not to shoot a load in my pants right there. All of a sudden my wife let out a loud but restrained moan, then lay limp gasping for air through the face hole of the massage table with her left foot slightly quivering. Sandy slowly removed her hand & laid a towel over Michelle's glistening naked butt as she looked at me & winked. I walked back to the door, waited for about 30 seconds, opened and closed it louder than I normally would to make it appear I had just arrived. I walked into the main room and said "Hi honey, I'm back." My wife was just putting a bathrobe on and Sandy was folding up her table. "How was it?" I asked. Flushed with messy hair & looking like she had just seen heaven, Michelle said "Wonderful... Just great! I feel much more relaxed now." Barley able to focus on her words she continued "I'm going to have a shower and wash this oil off. Can you please tip Sandy?" With that she walked into the bathroom. I pulled out a $100 note for Sandy, which she graciously accepted. Sandy then handed me a piece of paper with an address and said "Cancel your plans and be there tonight at 8pm, my husband & a few friends are having a small party." To be continued... Watching Her Is My Fantasy Ch. 02 Michelle stepped out of the bathroom wearing just a towel. Her hair was dripping wet as she walked over to her suitcase and started arranging her clothes for the evening. Black stockings, garter, 12A lacy 3/4 cup strapless bra & matching thong. She laid her black silk cocktail dress on the bed and stared at the arrangement for a brief while. To my surprise, she picked up the bra, threw it back into the case & said "I don't think it will go with what I'm wearing." Then she poured herself a glass of the hotel's complimentary champagne, gathered up her underwear and went back into the bathroom to apply her makeup. It was now 5pm and I was starting to think about Sandy's invitation. How could I cancel our evening? This production was the only reason we came to Sydney in the first place, but now I couldn't care less, because the party we had been summoned to out in the suburbs had me way too intrigued. Just at that moment Michelle came out of the bathroom. "Honey, I wish we really didn't have to go tonight." she said "I know you've been looking forward to it, but I just don't care about musicals." Bang! I was like a hearing I'd just won the lotto. "That's OK babe. I do want to see it, but I kind of feel the same way." I said "Let's just go out for dinner & walk around the city." I poured her another glass of champagne & spoke in a calming but sincere tone so she wouldn't change her mind. "Really?" Michelle squealed excitedly, "That would be perfect!" She walked over to me in wearing nothing but her stockings & thong. I kissed her & handed her the glass. When she turned her around, I lightly smacked her on the butt as she giggled & skipped back into the bathroom. "Come on then. Finish getting ready & we'll get out of here." I said with grin on my face. I quickly jumped in the shower while she dried her hair. When I had finished drying off I walked back into the main room where she had finished getting ready. "How do I look?" Michelle asked, standing in front of me with her blonde hair up in a loose bun. "Love that dress!" I said looking her up & down slowly "It makes you look like a goddess." She was wearing a spaghetti strap black cocktail dress that clings in all the right places. The fact she wasn't wearing a bra made the dress sit perfectly over her perky breasts. Her ass swayed and bounced as we left the room. It was all I could do not to reach out and cop a feel as her apple shaped butt taunted me, screaming to be grabbed. There was a 30 minute delay before we could be seated at the restaurant. The young waiter showed us to the huge horseshoe shaped bar at the back of the dimly lit restaurant. He couldn't keep his eyes off Michelle, but he was professional enough to be discreet as you'd expect in any quality up market place. We ordered some drinks and had a brief chat before Michelle finished her merlot. "Excuse me honey," she said "I need to freshen up." She bounced off her stool and headed to the bathroom on the other side of the bar. I watched her walk away, then, I turned my attention to the football on the TV behind the bar. About 10 minutes had passed & Michelle still hadn't returned. I ordered another drink and decided to check out the venue. As I walked to the other side of the bar; it was dark, but I could see in the back corner a small group of six guys in business suits talking & laughing loudly. "Geez, they're pretty loud." I said to the bartender as he handed me my bourbon. "Yeah, the regulars always get like that when a hot lass comes in here." He said as he walked off. I looked over & saw the back of Michelle's head. Her blonde hair style was easy to recognize in the middle of the small group. She couldn't see me, but through the reflection of the angled mirror behind the bar, I had a perfect view of her from behind. It looked like the guys were offering to buy her drinks, she was shaking her head, but couldn't leave because they had created a human wall surrounding and trapping her in. I could tell she was a bit nervous & feeling the effects of the wine & champagne, but like the professional she is, dealing with alpha male types all day at work, she just took it in her stride and humored them a bit. One of the guys on the far side had his hand on her back and was telling a story. I could see her laughing so I moved closer to the group to hear a bit better. The guys hand was now resting on the small of her back & he was talking right in her ear, with his face about an inch away from her. Through a gap between two of the guys closest to me, I could now see her from the front also. With the mirror looking down from behind the bar, it was like having a split screen TV. She laughed and started to shake her head as the guys got a bit rowdy and started yelling colours. "Blue! Pink, they're Pink!" They were getting pretty fired as they continued, "White, Blue, Purple... Black!" It was like a scene from Wall Street "Buy, sell, buy!" What the fuck were these idiots talking about? I thought to myself. When I looked back in the mirror, I could see the guys hand had now moved down onto her butt. He was whispering something in her ear as she looked at the floor. Slowly Michelle began nodding and blushing as she looked up at the group sheepishly. The dark haired guy directly in front of her now had a big smile on his face. He reached forward and grabbed the hem of her dress and began to lift it. Michelle put her hands over his stopping his action. "Uh-uh! I don't think so mister." She said in a cute playful voice, "I've got to get back to my husband." The guy with his hand on her butt groped her tightly as she started to blush beet red. "Deal's a deal sweetie!" Hey spoke to her in an assertive firm tone. "You lost. Now pay the piper." "But my husband is waiting for me." She said worried, now sounding uncomfortable with the attention. "If I don't get back soon, he'll come looking for me." "Well you'd better hurry up." Again he spoke sternly. "You wouldn't want him to see his sexy little slut wife showing her fine ass to a crowd of strangers. Now would you?" Michelle's mouth dropped open in shock as she looked around the group for a supporting face. She was obviously not going to let them lift her dress in a crowded bar, but they all just leered at her, waiting for their payoff. Unconcerned with her distress, the man beside her, repositioned his hand between her ass cheeks & squeezed harder. She gasped quite loud as he lifted her slightly forward. "Come on sexy." He said as the others laughed amongst themselves. "We don't have all night!" Never being one to squelch on a bet, Michelle looked down & let go of the guys hand so he could continue lifting her dress. I was in sure she wouldn't let them get this far, but way too aroused & curious to stop it. They could all now see my wife's exposed thong, stockings and garters, as the dress continued to be raised above her waist. The rest of the group quietly cheered & urged the guy to hurry up. He cleverly tied the front of her dress in a knot to hold it on place just above her belly button, as they all stared in amazement at her panty clad, shaven pussy. She was now in a state of submissive disbelief, but not as much as me. Watching my normally conservative & proper wife allow a group of complete strangers fondle & expose her in public is not something you see everyday. Michelle had been suckered into a bet that these guys couldn't guess the colour of her panties in one attempt. She agreed, not realizing it was a trick & they would all have one guess each. Now she was standing in a posh public bar with her dress raised up around her hips and six drunk and horny guys drooling over her perfect size 8 lower body. Luckily the guys had maintained their circle so no one else in the bar could see what was going on. They had clearly done this before and seemed to have the routine very polished. I could see the guy with his hand on her butt again whispering in her ear. His hand was now resting in the crack of her ass, and his middle fingers were buried in her crotch. She was looking down & shaking her head slightly as one of the guys began rubbing her mound at the front. Another put his hand over her right breast and began to grope & lightly pinch her nipple through the fabric. I could see her other nipple harden through the thin silk of her dress as she tried to move the hands away from her. "Hey! Don't!" She said in serious but playful way. "You're only supposed to look." At first, she was trying hard to move the invading hands away, but these guys knew she couldn't resist for too much longer. Her once firm attempts to stop this molestation had soon turned into a weak loose grip on the wrists of her attackers. I also noticed that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. The hand on her ass had now maneuvered inside her the leg-hole of her panties as she began grinding her hips rhythmically back & forward. While the guy in front of her had also managed to slid his hand down inside the lacy fabric and put pressure on her bald pussy mound & clit. Michelle's arms fell limp to her sides & her head started to roll backwards. She was helpless and I could tell she was working her way to climax. Biting her bottom lip and humming while allowing these guys to grope her amazing body, Michelle was completely oblivious to her surroundings as she began to moan quite loudly. The left spaghetti strap on her dress was falling off her shoulder. One of the guys grabbed it & continued to pull down on it until her perky little pink nipple popped out over the fabric. A collective groan went around the group. "That is fucking perfect!" said the guy closest to me. After hearing him, Michelle opened her eyes and was in shock when she realized what they had done. "No. Please stop?" She said trying to awake from her obvious state of ecstasy. "I want to go now. I need to go." The guy lent in and started to lick her nipple. He grabbed her breast and was sucking like a vampire when she stood upright, went stiff and snapped out of her trance. Michelle pushed their hands away, untied the knot & readjusted her clothes. "Sorry boys," She said forcefully pushing her way through the group toward the bathroom. "Game's over!" The guys all moaned and called for her to come back. I walked back to my seat trying to keep calm and analyze what I had just allowed to happen to my wife. I ordered us another round of drinks and waited for her to return. As she came out of the bathroom, I watched the group of guys lurking on the other side, following her every step until they spotted me and disbanded. As they were walking away, one of the young guys stared back at me with a knowing look. I just winked at & raised my glass slightly toward him. He knew exactly what I had seen because he saw me sitting next to them, watching as they groped my wife. He just grinned & nodded back as he left the bar with his mates. Michelle walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "Sorry I took so long, it was pretty crowded." She said as she sipped on her drink. "Oh well. Lucky you had the football game to keep you entertained." To be continued... Watching Her Is My Fantasy Ch. 03 Michelle & I finished dinner at about 6:45pm. She talked non-stop about everything from the weather to politics. There was an anxious tone in her voice when she spoke. She was probably feeling a sense of guilt & nervousness because in the past 4 hours, unbeknownst to her, I had watched her allow herself to be molested by a massage therapist & groped by a group of six guys in a bar. On both occasions Michelle could have stopped her assailants, but on both occasions, she reluctantly allowed the molesters to continue as her body submitted to the roaming hands & fingers. The massage therapist gave me an invitation to a party before she left our hotel room. It is being held in the outer suburbs of Sydney, an area I'm not familiar with & it's starting in just over an hour. "Hey honey. Let's go for a walk this way." I said as we were walked out of the restaurant & headed toward the train station. "It looks a bit more scenic." Michelle hooked her arm in mine, looked up at me & smiled as we walked in the warm mid-summer night air. Obviously feeling tipsy from the alcohol she had consumed in the past few hours, Michelle was leaning into me occasionally as she lost balance while we walked. I had to put my arm around her to keep her steady. I'm 6'1" and she is only 5'3" so her head rested nicely on my chest. She was happy and chatted to me without a care in the world. She was also so distracted with her conversation, that she didn't even notice we had walked into the train station, standing on the platform & waiting for the outer-suburbs train. When the train arrived, Michelle looked up at me confused as we boarded. "What the... Where are we going?" She asked, "Why are we getting on a train?" "I don't know honey." I said reassuring her, "We know this part of the city pretty well. I thought it might be nice to explore a bit & get a drink somewhere different." Michelle liked spontaneous actions & this was a nice surprise to her. She had a smile from ear to ear as we walked through the train trying to find a seat. "Man it's crowded," I said walking in front, "I wonder if there are any spare seats in the next carriage?" I had just passed one of the doors as the train pulled into the next station, a couple people got off & I was lucky enough to score a seat. When I looked around to get Michelle to sit on my lap, I could see she had been pushed back down the isle by the crowd of people who just got on. There must have been some kind of football game on in the suburbs, because they were all dressed in red & white colours as they crammed into our carriage. There were a few kids, teenagers & some middle aged guys. Michelle was about five people back from me standing at the side of the seats near the door. Even though I was only 4 or 5 metres away from her, she hadn't seen me yet. It felt like we were in a can of sardines as I waited for the crowd move a little. In the end, I thought I would just wait until the next stop before I tried to grab her. I also didn't want to be that annoying wanker on the train who yells out to people. An announcement came over the PA; "Service from Sydney to Paramatta. Next Stop is Redfern." Parramatta is where the party is, so we are going to be on here for at least another 40 minutes which should still get us there by 8pm, I thought to myself. We could have got a taxi, but I figured it would have been hard to pull off the spontaneous act after giving the driver an address. When I looked over to Michelle, I could see these two old guys in the seat she was standing next to. Both were looking out the corner of their eyes at my wife's slim size 8 body. Her left hand held the loop handle above her, while she was using the vertical pole which divides the seats from the doorway as her other support. The pole holds the clear glass which works as a wind break for the passengers when the doors open. With her body stretched like this, her perky A cup breasts were pressed tight into the silk fabric of her dress. Michelle had no idea how naked she looked right now. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra & these two lucky old guys had the best seats in the house. The old guy closest to her moved his arm onto the armrest of the seat. His hand was now at the exact height & about an inch away from her crotch. The train rocked and moved around a lot & Michelle was being pushed from behind by the crowd as they struggled to keep their balance. Every time she got pushed forward, the dirty old pervert was able to cop a feel with the back of his hand. His mate was staring at her body to, but she just looked straight ahead & out the window as the train pulled into the next station. Again only a few got off, but more people squeezed their way on, so I still couldn't get to her. She was smart enough to stay where she was and held on tightly to her support handles. The train was now so over filled; she was pressed right up against the armrest. The old guys were clearly loving the view of this hot blonde 34 year old woman standing so close. His fingers now started to wiggle & move nearer, tracing their way around her pubic area. Michelle knew what he was doing, but she just continued to look out the window ignoring the roaming hand. She was stuck & couldn't move if she wanted to, as the guys hand had become more assertive. He began to pull up on the front of her dress, as the back of his hand massaged her mound with his knuckles. She started to blush, as the old master continued to maneuver her hemline up until it was released & hanging loose over the armrest. She stood helpless in front of him, unable to move with his hand now under her dress. Michelle was still facing to the side of the train, staring out the window calmly, until suddenly her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. She looked down at him annoyed, giving him a death stare like she was about to slap him in the mouth. He just looked up, into her eyes and grinned smugly. With a couple rounded movements of his elbow, he was able to change her expression from stern to breathless. Michelle had removed her hand from the above handle and now had it resting on the man's shoulder as she struggled to breathe. The train was very rocky & I could see she needed to hold on to something to keep her balance. This made her powerless to stop the old master, as he continued to take advantage of her predicament. "Next Stop; Newtown" The electronic announcement coming from the speakers was in a woman's voice. The train began to slow down for its next stop as more people started pushing toward the door. The old guy was smart enough to see the crowd moving. So to ensure she didn't get swept away from him, he moved his right hand from her crotch to her waist and forcefully pulled her into the small space in front of himself and his mate. I lost sight of them as the vacating crowd was now blocking my view. Just as many people were getting on as getting off, so I just sat and waited until the mass of bodies cleared. The new passengers moved away from the door and settled. To add to my day's fortune, I now had a better view of my wife through the glass as she stood facing away from me, but directly in front of the two old perverts. A large lady with frizzy hair had sat in the seat across from me. This would seem like a bad thing, but I could use her hair to camouflage my blatant staring in case either of the guys noticed me. Michelle's ass was pressed into the glass divider, but as the train increased in speed, so to do the unsteady rocking of the cabin. She had nothing to hold onto for balance, and wearing 8 inch stilettos wasn't helping her situation. The other guy sitting near the window lent forward and held her by the right wrist, as he looked up and said something to her. It was too hard to hear because of the noise of the tracks and other people talking around me, but she looked down at him & shook her head. Before she had even finished her refusal, the train went over a bump which he used as an excuse to pull her toward himself. Michelle was struggling hard to keep her balance now as she tried to pull her hand away, but the train was so bumpy she couldn't keep her balance. He yanked forcefully on her wrist, pulling it across the front of his body and forcing her to spin off balance. She fell backwards onto his lap while his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tight. She tried to re-adjust her position, but these attempts only helped him straighten her up as Michelle was now sitting square on this old guy's lap. His mate smiled and patted him on the shoulder to congratulate him. Her face was blushed & quite red as I realized she could probably see me now. I maneuvered myself behind the woman's frizzy hair, feeling pretty certain that I had a one-way view of this new adventure. The arm which was wrapped around her waist continued to hold her tightly, as he talked in Michelle's ear. The man's other hand rested on top of her thigh, rubbing back & forth from her knee to the dress hemline. The dress was being pushed up just a little bit each time his hand made its way back towards her and I could now see the top of her thigh high stockings. Her dress stared to bunch up at her waist, and it didn't take too long before I could see her panties. Michelle put her left hand on top of the old guys in an attempt to stop him rubbing too close to her crotch, but he just continued to do his thing, exposing her even more as she squirmed a bit on his lap. I watched in amazement, as he put his hand over hers and continued his rubbing, but now something was different. He started rubbing the inside of her thigh with her own hand, using her like a puppet. Slowly but surely, he moved her hand and began to guide between her legs, pulling it back carefully until it was resting on her mound. He continued using her hand to rub, but now it was with smaller movements, more targeted at her joy spot. Michelle remained still and unsure of his intentions, as this old master pervert proceeded to press his fingers firmly down on top of hers, forcing them to place pressure on the front of her black panty clad pussy. His wrist started to move rhythmically, putting pressure on her hand and fingers as they pressed into her crotch. Her face was looking dreamy and she looked out the window with a distant stare trying to ignore the attention from the guy whose lap she was sitting on. The other guy had started to grope her right breast, softly pinching and teasing her nipple through the silk of her dress. The old pervert under her; grabbed Michelle's hand and started to guide it up over her panties towards her belly button. She looked worried & unsure of what he was making her do. Once he had moved her hand above her panty line, he pressed firmly, pushing it into her stomach and then started to slide it back down. With this simple action, the sly old fuck had managed to slip Michelle's fingers under the waistband of her thong. He continued pushing her hand down until it was forced completely inside her panties. Michelle's eyes opened wide in shock and she looked bewildered at this new development. With her own fingers now resting on her bald pussy, surprisingly he pulled his hand out and placed it back over the top of hers, but on the outside of her thong. He was still pressing slightly into the back of her hand, but inviting her to play with herself. As the train pulled up to its next stop, he continued to hold her hand in place and using his other hand, covered it with her dress... The other guy also stopped and pulled his hand away from her breast as more passenger boarded. Because I was so intently focused on what was happening to my wife only 5 metres away, I hadn't even heard the announcement of which station we had stopped at. Both of the old guys were talking to her now, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Michelle was nodding slightly & agreeing to something as they looked at each other smiling like school boys. She just looked out the window again with glazed eyes as the train continued on its way. The old perverts wasted no time as the one on her right continued with her breast. He was a bit firmer now; massaging her A cup breast like her had been given a green light to push the boundaries. The other guy, whose lap she was sitting on, had managed to pull her dress back up, exposing her hand inside her panties. I don't think she had realized it yet, but the old guy was no longer helping. Her hand was now moving inside her panties independently, while his hands were now on either side of her hips, slowly maneuvering her dress out from under her. She was lost in her own world, oblivious to his movements. I was hard as a rock watching Michelle being forced to masturbate on a crowded train. It was probably the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life, watching as she closed her dreamy eyes and softly started to bite her bottom lip. The other man had slipped his fingers into the side of her dress under the silk fabric, working them towards her nipple. Her eyes opened briefly as she got startled when the tips of his fingers finally reached their goal He gave her another pinch and again started massaging her right breast. Looking down at his invading hand, then over at him, she looked as though she wanted him to stop. Michelle's left hand was preventing her from making any clear decisions at this point, as her own fingers were buried in her panties working against her will power. The train began to slow down again the voice came over the speaker. "Next stop; Homebush." It was like a mass exodus when almost all the passengers got up from their seats and moved to the doors. Clearly most of the passengers were going to the football at the Olympic stadium. I also got up and made my way through the crowd to get closer to her. The crowd was pushing hard and because I was going against the traffic. I couldn't move far, so sought the refuge of the seat across the isle and about one row back from Michelle. I had a better view now & could clearly see the whole scene. I could also see that the old guys hadn't bothered to cover her modesty this time. Instead, they put her on display, leaving her exposed for the eyes of the vacating passengers. Every one getting off the train had a perfect view of my hot, 34 year old blonde wife with her eyes closed touching herself in the most explicit way. The old perverts just smiled at the onlookers & continued to brazenly grope and fondle my wife. They were proud of their prize & justified in their actions, knowing everyone of the other passengers would have traded their tickets to swap places. Through the window, they looked at her like she was an entertainer from an Amsterdam peep show. Some were shocked, but most of the guys gawked for as long as they could, before being pushed forward and off the train by the crowd. The train was eerily silent & looked empty as it took off again. Michelle looked around in a distressed haze, but she couldn't really focus on anything so turned to the front closed her eyes again. I presume she was looking for me and I know she didn't see me. With the train almost empty, the old guys got more daring. The one on the right continued to grope her breast with his right hand, while he reached out with his free hand and took Michelle's right arm by the wrist. He was twisting her wrist slightly as he pulled her hand across into his lap and onto his now exposed cock. WTF! When did he pull that out? In all the commotion of watching Michelle stared at by no less than sixty passengers who got off at the last stop, this old pervert had managed to release his manhood. It was about 7 inches and rock hard, as he wrapped Michelle's little fingers around it. She didn't do anything at first, but he held her hand there tightly and slowly began to move it up & down the length of his shaft. It didn't take too long before he released his grip and moved his hand away, while Michelle continued to move her hand. She was now jacking him off slowly & rhythmically. The old pervert, who owned the lap she was occupying, put his hand between her shoulder blades & pushed forward, raising her dress above her panty line. She was facing the floor and he could now see her black thong buried deep in the crack of her ass. Michelle is only 5'3" & too short to reach the floor in this position. Her legs dangled helplessly either side of his as one of her stiletto heels started to fall off. With her looking down and unable to use her peripheral vision, I stood up to get a better view of the action. With his left hand resting on her back holding her dress up & in place, he used his other hand to move her thong aside. Now he could see her puckered little rosebud & the tips of her fingers working her wet pussy. Strangely, he reached forward and put his hand over her mouth like he was trying to gag her. Then he slid his thumb between her lips & moved it around for a few seconds, forcing her to suck on it, which she did willingly. He slowly pulled his thumb out & quite quickly moved his hand back towards her ass. Placing the slimy thumb at the entrance of her backdoor, he started to move it in circles. I could see Michelle's hips pushing back at him as he massaged her and softly applied more pressure to the area. Slowly his movements & her pushing allowed his thumb to penetrate her asshole as it slid in up to the first knuckle. Michelle lost her breath & gasped as he worked it in a circular motion again. Adding some more pressure, he eventually got his way, fully inserting the digit into her. "Ooohhhhhhaaahhhh!" Michelle let out a loud gasping exhale as the old pervert began fucking her ass with his thumb. Sliding it in and out like a piston. Her hips were grinding hard into his lap as she rubbed her clit with her left hand, not caring who was watching. Her only focus was to bring herself to climax. The head of the other old guys cock was now turning purple as she yanked & pulled hard. He pulled his right hand away from her tit and grabbed armrest tightly. Just then, he pushed himself back into his seat and said; "Fff-ffuuuck!" He threw his head back and started to cum all over her hand, wrist and his own pants. Faster and harder she continued to work herself, still holding the now limp dick as the two old guys became bystanders. Her hand let go & shot out in front of her, pressing hard against the glass as she reached a powerful orgasm. "Ooaahhhhh-my-god!" she squealed under her breath, "Oh-my, fuck my-god...fff!" "You dirty old bastards." Michelle whispered quietly as she lent back into the guy exhausted & looked at the roof. "My-oh-my, you're a couple of dirty pervy's... Ummm, yummm." As she reached down into her bag to grab some tissues to clean the cum off her hand, I snuck to the back of the carriage and opened the door. I thought it worked so well with the hotel room, I would try it again. I pretended like I was just entering the carriage when the train started to pull into Parramatta station. I saw Michelle now standing in the isle facing away from me. The two old guys had moved to the doors at the far end ready to leave. "Honey! I thought I'd lost you" I called out as she turned around. "Where were you?" "Oh sweetie, I'm so glad to see you. I lost you in the mad rush." She said, "I was lucky enough to find a seat, and I didn't think it was smart to move around with the amount of people that crowded in." "Good plan. There were way too many people." I said smiling, "I'm so sorry, I got pushed all the way into another carriage. Did you find a seat?" "It's fine sweetie. I found a comfy spot to sit." She smiled & spoke in a cute playful tone. "These Sydney train lines are not very smooth though. I got bounced, bumped & poked quite a lot in my seat." Watching Her Is My Fantasy Ch. 03 "Honey, that's terrible." I said as we got off the train. "Let's go find somewhere comfortable to relax & get a drink." To be continued... Watching Her Is My Fantasy Ch. 04 Michelle was feeling a little drunk, but nothing too serious as we walked up the street looking for a bar. I had a piece of paper with a time & nearby address written on it which was given to me by a lady masseuse who had earlier that day given Michelle a massage at our hotel. I happened to secretly walk into the room at the moment this hot little Asian woman gave my even hotter blonde wife a happy ending. Afterwards, while Michelle was in the shower, Sandy the masseuse took me aside and told me to be at this address at 8pm sharp if I wanted to see more. I have no idea why I decided to go through with it, but seeing Michelle who is normally so conservative and for a better word, frigid... This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. "This town looks dead." Michelle said as we walked along the main street. "I don't think we'll find a bar here." "Lets try up here." I said as I gently, as I pulled her arm and turned right up a laneway. "Maybe there's a jazz club or something up here." Unbeknownst to her, I had led Michelle towards the address on the paper. The laneway was long & well lit at the start where there we a couple small restaurants, but the lights started to dim as we proceeded farther in. "That looks like a bar on the corner down there." I said reassuring her "Maybe they're open still." "Geeze I hope so!" Michelle mocked in an exhausted voice. "My feet hurt & I really want a cocktail." We approached the red brick stairs & walked up to this large antique looking oak door with a huge brass dragon-head knocker. I knocked once on the door as a loud bang echoed down the laneway. There was no answer so I reluctantly knocked again, but a bit quieter this time. "Come on honey, they're closed" Michelle said as she started to turn. "I'm sure we'll find another place." Disappointed, I reached for the knocker and went to give it one more hit. Just as my hand touched it, the door opened and an eery dull red light shone through. It opened all the way and a large man stepped out wearing a white mask similar to the one used in The Phantom of the Opera. "We've been expecting you" he said in a deep monotone voice, as we stepped into the foyer. "Please wait here and someone will be right with you" The weight of the door caused it to slam shut in a dramatic style, which made us both jump a little. "What the fuck?" Michelle mouthed at me silently looking confused. "Expecting us... What is this place?" "I have no idea" I said. "I thought it was a jazz club." "If this is a jazz club then I'm drunker than I thought". Michelle whispered at me laughing. "I just wanted a drink." A woman entered the foyer now & held out two masks and a small card with the number sixty-three written on it. "You must wear these before you may enter." She spoke in a clear & proper tone. "I'll take your coats to the cloakroom. Hand your card to the attendant to collect them when you're ready to leave" I looked at Michelle with her mask on. It was a half-face black mask which covered her eyes & nose. There were several feathers standing about 30cm high and the outer rim was lined with gold glitter & fake crystals. My mask was the exact same white mask our greeter was wearing, which was slightly less interesting but much more intriguing. The woman returned with a drink for us both. Large martini style glass with red margarita mix which tasted like berries. "Now we're talking." Michelle said as we followed the woman into the main room. "What is this place?" The room was large like a hotel lobby. The dark polished floor boards reflected the light coming from the crystal chandelier hanging from the high cathedral style roof. Directly under it in the middle of the room was a large table filled with a range of desserts & fruits. There was a rather large bar in the back right corner & the entire back wall was one big mirror, making the room look even bigger. The music playing was an operatic drum/base mix, but nothing too over the top or loud. Above us, a few people stood looking down from the mezzanine which circled the entire room. They were all in masks so I don't know for sure, but it felt like they were staring at us. The room had a couple large red antique couches & bar had several stools, but aside from that there were no other chairs. This was surprising because there were about nine smaller glass dining tables, scattered throughout the room. Above the entrance was a big clock which read 8:13pm. The huge double doors at the entrance looked thick & heavy. It took three guys in white masks to close them. The guests all appeared to be well dressed. There was about 30 men in suits & all wearing the same white mask as me. The women were dressed up in summer & cocktail dresses, but I could only see about nine including Michelle. There was a dance floor on the left side of the room where one of the women was dancing with four men. "I'm going to dance!" Michelle said smiling as she finished her drink and skipped towards the dance floor. I found myself a nice cosy spot in the back corner and watched her as five more guys walked onto the dance floor. Of course they went straight to my wife and started dancing close to her. Michelle doesn't mind the attention. She is a good dancer and loves to do it, but rarely gets the opportunity because I hate dancing, so when she gets the chance to let go & shake her ass she jumps at it. It was weird seeing two women surrounded by so many guys on the dance floor, but I guess that's what happens in this place. One of the guys had now moved directly behind Michelle and put his arm around here waist. He was pressing his groin into her ass as they both danced in time with the music. Another guy approached from the front and as they danced he managed to work his right leg between hers. Michelle's dress had ridden up with the dancing and I could see the tops of her black thigh-high stockings & garter straps. With the movement of the dance and the pushing from the guy behind, Michelle was now grinding her crotch into his leg. The front guy put his hand on her cheek and started to move in to kiss her, but she turned away. He tried again about 30 second later, but this time she pushed him away looking very annoyed and said something which I couldn't hear. When he tried a third time she just walked off the dance floor and came over to me. "I need another drink." She said obviously still irritated that her dance had been ruined. "I'll go back when there are less assholes around." We got to the bar and ordered some drinks. I got my usual bourbon and Michelle was presented with the most ridiculously large green cocktail. "What the fuck is that?" I asked "It's a Five Island Extacy!" Michelle said with a huge smile on her face. "I didn't know it was going to be this big though." We both laughed as she took a sip from her dessert bowl size round glass. "Mmmmmm! This is good." She said offering me a sip. "You have to try it." I took the glass and we found a stool at the end of the bar near the back wall. There was only one free so Michelle sat down & I stood next to her as we talked about the strange room & continued to drink for a while. "I've got to go to the bathroom." I said, "I'll be back in a minute." I headed to the back of the room & walked up a dark corridor to the bathrooms to relieve myself. When I came out there was a masked lady standing in the corridor. "You like to watch?" She asked blocking my path as I just stood there with a confused look on my face. "You like to watch her yes?" "Sandy" I questioned "Is that you?" "Yes." She answered. "But you can't use names here." "What is this place?" I spoke quietly so no one would hear, but sandy just motioned for me to follow her. We walked through a large red curtain about halfway down the corridor. Then through another door into a room with a single line of chairs facing a wall. "You sit down the other end." Sandy was pointing. "In the last chair." I was confused, but I still sat down as she told me. "What is this?" I asked. "You'll see." Sandy had a big smile on her face as she picked up a white remote control & pressed a button. The wall started to slide way to the right and I could now see the main room. "It's a two way mirror." Sandy sounded pleased. "You see & hear them, but they can't see or hear you." "Really?" I said amazed. "That's awesome!" "Look, look!" Sandy was pointing again. "There's your sexy blondy." She was right. I was two meters away from Michelle sitting at the bar finishing her drink & she had no idea. "Beautiful lady like her won't be left alone for long in this place." Sandy said proudly. "You stay here & watch. They will come soon." Sandy was right. No sooner had she stopped talking, the two men she was dancing with earlier approached Michelle and handed her a fresh cocktail. They looked like they were apologizing & pretty soon she was giggling as she talked, which happens when she has a bit too much to drink. "I told you" Sandy said proudly. "Pretty blonde lady like attention from strange men." The guy on Michelle's right was now leaning on the bar talking to her & taking sneaky looks at her cleavage. He was the one dancing behind her & he seemed to now have her complete attention as they were locked in conversation. The other guy had moved around & was now standing behind her. He gradually moved a bit closer and rested his hand on her left shoulder and softly rubbed his thumb on the back of her neck. She didn't seem to mind or notice his hand as she continued talking to the other one. He began to work his way to her shoulder now, as he quickly slipped two fingers under the spaghetti strap of her black cocktail dress & cleverly flicked it off her shoulder. Michelle had no idea, but the left side of her dress had now fallen down and was resting just above her nipple. The guy in front was trying hard to keep his eyes off her nearly exposed breast as they spoke. He looked up & smiled at his mate who was now rubbing Michelle's neck harder with his thumb & index finger. The gentle movement of her body caused the dress to slip off her nipple and fall softly to one side, but she just kept chatting & sipping her drink. My wife was now sitting in front of two complete strangers with one of her perky A cup breasts on display. Both guys were in a temporary state of shock when they realized she had no idea, they looked at each other and continued to glance down at every opportunity. Michelle's breasts are perfectly shaped with small coin size pink nipples so I don't blame these guys for staring... I would! "Pretty blondy knows her boob is out." Sandy looked at me as she spoke. "She teases them because it makes her feel good. But they know she will do what they want." "What?" I said disagreeing with her "She doesn't know about her dress because she's drunk." "Oh, she knows" said Sandy confidently. "She will let them do what they want, you'll see. She likes to play dumb & slutty" "I know my wife & she is not the exhibitionist type." I said. "Besides, I know...how..." Just then, Michelle looked down & noticed her exposed breast. Turning beet red with embarrassment, she adjusted her dress & apologized. The guys looked disappointed as she fixed her dress and were reassuring her as she went to get down from the stool still embarrassed. They somehow managed to convince her to sit again, as they guided her back onto the stool and handed her back the drink. Michelle looked around with her arms over her chest shaking her head and laughing. The guys started laughing too while they talked more, telling her how hot & sexy she looked. Michelle nervously started to drink a bit faster than usual. She looked shocked at first, then embarrassed and then put her face in her hands and rested her elbows on the bar. She was clearly drunk, but still smiling & still a little embarrassed as she was now again listening to the guy on her right talk. The guy behind her had his hands on her hips and was now massaging her lower back with his thumbs. Michelle reached behind with her left hand grabbed his wrist to stop him, but he just continued rubbing & after a short time her grip had loosened until she gave up and rested her left arm back on the bar for support. "You see, she is not resisting touch." Sandy smiled. "Blondy want to be touched. She likes it." Michelle sipped her drink and chatted as the guy behind her was slowly pulling her to the edge of the stool with every movement of him thumbs. He was pulling on her cocktail dress with his fingers and I was surprised to see Michelle lean forward & raise her butt a little so he could slip it out easier. He began to gradually bunch the back of her dress up, exposing her perfect ass & black thong to the entire room. With his left hand he quickly unzipped his pants & a 9 inch cock sprang out hard as a rock as he reached into his left pocket. Still holding her dress up with his right hand, his left hand emerged from his pocket with a small tube. Her flicked open the lid and squeezed a small amount of transparent liquid on the head of his cock. He shoved the tube back in his pocket & rubbed the liquid over the head & shaft until it was glistening. Moving close behind her, he moved her thong aside and pressed the head of his penis onto her puckered assbud. Michelle stared straight ahead in shock, her jaw dropped & her eye's opened wide as this guy pushed forward, gently forcing her asshole to respond. Michelle sat stiff trying to comprehend in her drunken state what was happening. The sneaky fuck slowly pushed forward & slipped the head of his cock past her main gate, then he waited for her reaction. Michelle did nothing but continue to look forward in shock with her eyes darting from left to right to see if anyone had noticed this blatant violation. Her lack of response both verbally & physically was all he needed as the guy took that as a green light to proceed. Again he pushed forward, knowing that the lube would eventually do its job, but still waiting patiently for her sphincter to release completely. It wasn't long before Michelle's eyes closed and her mouth opened as she submitted her ass to this stranger. He began to grin as his shaft slowly started to slide in more and more until it was completely gone. Michelle put her elbows on the bar resting her face in her hands, as wisps of her loosened hair fell forward. Her body was betraying her now, as she pushed back while the guy started to move his cock in & out, fucking her ass. The guy next to her took the opportunity to feel one of her amazing little A cup tits as he slipped his hand down the front of her dress and began massaging her left breast. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was my normal suburban wife being fucked up the ass by two strangers right in front of me in public and all I could do was sit and watch, completely engrossed in her adventure. The guy pulled her back toward him so she was sitting upright & he could get more tension. Her now again exposed left breast bounced with each thrust and she grabbed the guy at the bars head and pulled it toward her nipple. He sucked, licked and tongued her nipple like it was the last piece of candy on the planet, as his right hand worked its way under her dress towards her secret place. Behind her, the guy was gliding into her ass with perfect rhythm & Michelle was loving it. She looked up to the people watching her from the mezzanine & started to bite her bottom lip. Then she turned to the mirrored window I was sitting behind, unknowingly staring directly at me with her glazed eyes. "She not see you" Sandy said, "She likes to see herself being slut." Michelle was looked down at the guy sucking her breasts. She was grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer to her chest. He took her perky little breast & nipple in his mouth as he sucked & licked like a rabid dog. She was in heaven now with all her senses being well & truly heightened. I'm sure she had forgotten that I was even in the same building as her body began to gyrate Uncontrollably. The guy behind started to groan & move erratically before tensing up, gripping her waist tight and blowing his load into my wife's ass. Her eyes again opened wide as she felt his slimy cum sprayed into her, I couldn't tell if she was in shock or extacy as she just sat there taking short breaths & gasping for air. There were no complaints forthcoming from the guy either who now had his head resting on her shoulder. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket as slowly his cock slid out of my wife's ass followed by a stream of cum which dripped to the floor. He grabbed his cock with the handkerchief and wiped it as she pushed the guy in front away gently and rested on the bar exhausted. Both guys were smiling as they kissed her cheek, gave each other a high five & walked away. Michelle just sat there confused in her state of extacy. A couple minutes passed & she rose from her stool, adjusted her dress & walked calmly to the bathroom. I got up and started to leave the room. "No you don't want to leave yet! " Sandy said standing in front of me, "This is where it gets fun." "What are you talking about?" I Asked. "She will come back soon and more will want to play with her." Sandy led me through to another room on the opposite side of the dance floor. "You wait here & I'll show you." To be continued... Watching Her Is My Fantasy Ch. 05 Walking through the doors Sandy & I entered a long thin room with very poor lighting. This room only had a single row of about ten black recliner chairs facing a curtain. Sandy stopped half way in, turned & pointed at the centre chair. "Sit." She said invitingly, "The show is about to start." "What Show?" I asked. Sandy looked at me with a devious smile. "I'll get you another drink honey." She said as she left the room & closed the door. The curtains began to open slowly & again I could see into the main room through the two way mirror, but this time I was facing the dance floor. Masked people were standing around the glass tables at the edge of the dance floor, just casually chatting & drinking. To the right, there was a red couch with a couple guys smoking cigars. There were about five guys on the dance floor surrounding a couple girls who were enjoying the attention. One with long dark red hair & the other shoulder length wavy blonde hair. Both ladies had amazing bodies, tall & slender like tennis players. Compared to her blonde friend, the redhead had larger breasts. I'm no bra fitter, but I would say the blonde had C cups & the redhead D cups. Like Michelle, they each wore black cocktail dresses. However, the dresses were shorter with the hemline sitting about halfway up the thigh & there was a lot more cleavage on display. As I was watching these to gorgeous women dancing, Michelle walked up to the window. Standing right in front of me, she used her finger to touch up her makeup in the reflection of the mirror. She looked very sexy now with her straight blonde hair down. It looked a bit messy, but nothing to worry about. Michelle turned & leaned back on the mirror, facing the dance floor & sipping on a tall blue drink. I didn't take too long before she was summoned by the guys dancing, but she just raised her glass & shook her head. The redhead girl walked over to Michelle with a huge smile on her face. They started to talk & it wasn't too long before they were laughing & joking with each other. After about five minutes, the other blonde girl bounced over happily, grabbing both women by the hands & leading them back to the dance floor. This time there was no resistance from Michelle as she placed her empty glass on the table on her way past. The three girls all danced in a small circle, while the guys hovered around the outside. Before long, the guys had given up being ignored & moved away leaving Michelle dancing with her new friends who were two of the hottest women I have ever seen. Behind her, the redhead moved in closer placing her hands on Michelle's hips & pressing her D cup breasts into her back while they danced. The redhead spoke into Michelle's right ear as her hands started to rub up & down her side. Michelle raised her arms up high & swayed in time with the music, while the redhead continued rubbing Michelle's hips. Her little black cocktail dress was loose, so each time the redhead's hands moved upward, Michelle's dress lifted & exposed the tops of her black thigh high stockings & garters. The blonde now moved in a bit closer & lowered Michelle's raised arms over her head, placing them behind her neck. Staring directly into her eyes, Michelle now looked a little confused as the blonde leaned in & forced their noses to touch. Below her left hand was massaging Michelle's right A cup breast while her right hand was gently touching her cheek. Quickly, she licked the end of Michelle's nose and giggled waiting for a response. To my surprise, Michelle gripped the back of her head & pulled her closer. She began passionately kissing the blonde as her all three women continued to dance along with the music. The redhead had now worked Michelle's dress up high & was rubbing her hand over the bare thigh skin between the stocking tops & her little black thong. With each movement, her fingertips moved inwards towards the thin v-shaped black lace at the front of the panties. Michelle was grinding now, which allowed the redhead the opportunity to slide her fingers under the lace & onto her smooth shaved mound. Michelle's eye's opened wide & grabbed the redhead's wrist, but the blonde kept kissing her hard & started to pull at the back of her hair. She tried to look down, but it was no use as the blonde held her hair tight. Michelle's couldn't fight it anymore & her right hand eventually released the redheads wrist. Now with her eyes closed, she let her body submit to this new violation between her legs. With the redhead kissing her neck & rubbing her pussy, the blonde began kissing lower down her front. She started on Michelle's right shoulder, slowly kissing her way down towards the cleavage. Her fingers slid under the spaghetti strap & began pushing the dress until it fell off Michelle's shoulder. Michelle's right breast was briefly exposed to the room before being covered by the blonde's plush red lips. The blonde sucked hard on Michelle's nipple as the redhead continued to grind & massage her pussy while softly biting on her ears & neck. Three men in masks, wheeled a large chair similar to a throne across the dance floor & left it in the centre facing me.. It was an odd looking design, made of a dark wood with red leather upholstery. The frame had detailed gothic carvings, which ran from the claw shaped feet at the base of the legs, to the top of the back where it finished in three points. The middle point was the highest & most prominent with a menacing horned, bat like creatures head sitting atop & bearing its sharp teeth. Each of the side posts had claw shaped ends & so did the armrests, which gave the throne the appearance of a crouching six limbed, winged gargoyle. Soon a tall man appeared wearing a different type of mask. It was white like the rest, but the eyes were a different, a more demonic shape. He was wearing a hooded black cape which hung down past his feet & dragged behind him as he walked. The man stood about 6'6" & walked slowly, almost lurking around the women before sitting in the chair & watching them intently. Michelle hadn't noticed any of this going on behind her as the blonde & redhead ravished her body. The redhead looked over at the masked man & motioned with his hand for her to come closer. Slowly she began push forward, subtlety leading Michelle, the blonde & herself closer to him until they were standing right in front of the chair. Suddenly, the two women stopped, turned & walked away, leaving Michelle standing in the middle of the dance floor confused. She was facing away & had no idea that there was a masked gentleman sitting in the chair behind her. The whole room could see her thigh high stockings & garter because her dress was still raised with one side tucked into the waistband of her black lace thong. The thin strap of her dress was hanging down & her rock hard, lipstick smudged nipple was on display for all to see. Michelle looked disheveled & humiliated standing alone on the empty dance floor. She adjusted her dress & pulled the strap back over her shoulder & started to walk away, but the man grabbed her waist & quickly pulled her backwards. She didn't now he was there, so the action caused her to lose her balance & slip backwards when he pulled at her. The quick motion briefly made her dress fly up as fell awkwardly onto his lap & he quickly wrapped his arms around her arms &waist. A shocked look came across her face as she struggled to get up. Michelle was squirming & digging her fingernails into his wrists, but he just held her tight until she calmed down. After about 30 seconds her attitude changed. It was like she had resided herself to her fate & finally released his vice-like grip to let her go. Surprisingly, Michelle didn't get up or move even after he had completely let go of her. She just sat upright on the strangers lap & placed her hands on the clawed wood at the end of the arm rests It looked like he was talking to her, because she was shaking her head slightly & mouthing the word "no". His right hand was resting on her stomach, but slowly began to make its way upwards, stopping on her right breast. Michelle's hands were gripping the arm rests tight as the strange man massaged her breast. He continued talking while pinching & teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, but she was still shaking her head. Another man walked over with a tray of drinks and offered her a shot of something. Michelle took the drink, threw her head back & sculled it down. As she lent forward to put the empty glass back on the tray, her mouth opened slightly like she was in shock. The glass dropped a couple inches onto the tray & rolled around before the waiter turned & walked away. Again it looked like the stranger was speaking to her & this time she was nodding as he used his free hand to point at the crowd of onlookers before using it to grope her left breast. Two other man wearing capes & masks stepped forward & stood on either side of the chair. The redhead & the blonde appeared again & removed the capes from each of the men. "What the fuck?" I said loudly to nobody, shocked at what I was seeing. Standing on either side of the chair like soldiers, were two muscular naked black guys. Each had his hands behind their back & semi-erect cocks hanging out. Both were very well endowed & packing about 9 inches each. Michelle looked around unsure of what to do next, but she also had a look of amazement & intrigue. Looking up at the masked man to her right, he nodded to her & she looked back at his semi-erect dick. Cautiously Michelle reached out and touched his manhood, slowly pulling it with her thumb & index finger. Wrapping her other fingers around the shaft, she began to work the foreskin up & down until it was rock hard. She looked up at him sheepishly & again he nodded. She lent in & licked around the head of his cock, teasing him while each time sliding more into her sweet mouth. Like a puppet, her other small hand was now being pulled by the other guy & placed on his cock. It wasn't too long before she had him rock hard as well. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was my normally prim & proper wife, jerking & sucking two strangers while sitting on another dudes lap. It is certainly the hottest thing I had ever seen & I began to get rock hard as well. Faster Michelle started pumping her hands & faster as she alternated mouth between the two cocks. She was bobbing around a lot, which was causing her dress to fall down at the front exposing both her perky little tits. Her little black cocktail dress isn't that loose I thought. The stranger must have unfastened the zip at the back while I was watching her give head to the other guys. This went on for about 5 minutes as she alternated between the two men. With her eyes closed, she was deep-throating the guy on her right & playing with his balls. Suddenly she froze & her eyes opened wide as she looked up at the stranger. Michelle withdrew her mouth from his cock, which was followed by a steady stream of white cum dripping from her lips & chin. Still with his dick in her hand & her mouth full of cum, she turned & opened her mouth to the other guy, who shot his load all over her masked face. My wife was now bathed in cum & loving every bit of it as she lent back into the stranger & kissed his white mask. The cum dripped down from her chin & onto her naked breasts. The guys both walked away & Michelle sat motionless on the strangers lap staring at her down at her cum covered tits. Slowly she pulled her dress straps back over her shoulders & gingerly lent forward to get up. It wasn't until she stood up & walked to the bathroom that I saw the strangers 10 inch glistening wet cock standing upright, but it all made sense. When the stranger had pulled Michelle back & she lost her balance, her dress had flipped up. She was only wearing a thong, so basically her bare ass was sitting on his lap pressing right into his crotch. He was naked under his cape like the other guys, so it wouldn't have taken too much for him to pull her thin g-string aside & attempt to slide his cock into my wife's pussy. That was why she was struggling to begin with, but he must have been able to slide it in & she was just too damn horny to resist having his long fat cock inside her. I just sat quietly for a few minutes trying to understand what I had just witnessed. Sandy re-entered the room with a big smile. "You like the show so far?" She asked. "Yes. Hang on..." I said confused. "What do you mean so far?" To be continued... Watching Her Is My Fantasy Ch. 06 Michelle returned from the bathroom after about 15 minutes. I was still in my seat watching secretly from behind the mirror, wondering what Sandy had meant when she asked; "Do you like the show so far?" The implication that there is more to come, but what more could these people do to my drunk wife? More to the point; what would she let them do? Sandy handed me a drink & left the room. I was watching Michelle walking around the main room a bit confused & obviously looking for me. She had straightened her dress, touched up her makeup & let her blonde hair out. Michelle looked a million bucks as she made her way past the dance floor, turning heads all the way to a glass table the corner of the room opposite the bar. I got up, walked through a door & into the next room. I sat in the last chair at the far end, literally three metres from my wife, who was still looking around trying to find me. Why could I hear the music I thought to myself? I noticed a couple open air vents in the window just below the ceiling, which allowed me to hear fairly clearly. One of the waiters walked over to Michelle and handed her an orange drink in a tall thin glass. She smiled, thanked him & turned away as he walked back to the bar. Now she was facing the mirror & sipping her drink, oblivious to the fact I was looking her in the eyes. Michelle touched up her lipstick, adjusted her mask & played subtly with her hair in the reflection. She was clearly enjoying herself because she was swaying her hips & humming along to the music, not realizing she was staring right at me. I was so fixated on her beauty that I didn't even see them approach her, but soon Michelle was surrounded by three masked men. "You're very sexy Blondie." The guy on the right said in a British accent, "Do you want to have some fun?" "No thank you" Michelle replied, "I'm just waiting for my husband & then we're going home." "But my friends & I want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours." He said lewdly as he reached behind & grabbed her ass. "You know you want it baby." "Ewww don't!" Michelle snapped as she slapped his hand away. "Fuck off!" "Now don't play rough babe," He said as he took her arm by the wrist & used his other hand to grab her ass again. "Your ass is what school boy's dream of when they jack off." "Yuck!" She said pulling a sour face, "That's disgusting." "What can I say? You look like a teacher babe" he continued, "...and I'm just a horny school boy who deserves an F!" "You're a pig!" Michelle snapped at him, "Now let me go." Michelle's other hand was holding her drink, so she was in a predicament as the other two guys closed in & crowded her space. "Has your husband ever knocked on that pretty little back door?" The guy was becoming more vulgar, "Or do you tell him it's dirty?" "I don't know..." Michelle started to speak but was cut off as the guy continued. "You don't know what?" He smirked, "If your husband has thought about fucking you from behind?" "I... never... huh!" Michelle stuttered. "Don't worry baby, he has dreamt of it ever since you met" He cut her off again. "Men love nothing more than turning little princesses just like you into anal fuck-sluts!" Michelle's mouth dropped open in shock, "My god. That's disgusting!" She turned & looked at him. "You're a horrible pig!" "Damn right, & you're my dirty little fuck-slut!" he said as he leaned in and kissed her. The kiss lasted for about 3 seconds before Michelle pulled her face away. "Don't, I don't want to." She said annoyed. Her mouth dropped open again, she let out a gasp. Her eyes were wide open & staring straight at me because the guy pulled her hand to his exposed 9 inch cock & rubbed it hard on his crotch. "Relax, it won't bite." He said smiling as his other hand started groping her ass. "You love all this attention, don't you slut?" "Why are you doing this to me?" Michelle said confused as one of the other men placed his hand on her right breast. "Please stop, I don't want to." "If you don't want to, then why are you playing with my cock?" The guy asked. I looked down & saw that every time he rubbed Michelle's hand on his dick, he released the grip on her wrist. She was now stroking his cock by herself. Each time her hand moved down the shaft, her fingers gripped tighter. His other hand was sliding up the front of her thigh, lifting her black cocktail dress higher each time & exposing the tops of her black stockings. The guy beside her was pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress, as the guy behind walked away to the corner. I watched him as he started to drag the glass table closer. Michelle's stockings were briefly but regularly on display as her assailants molested her body. The guy was whispering in her ear, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. He had worked both his hands high under her dress and was simultaneously playing with her front & back "Do you like me rubbing your pussy slut?" he said. Michelle sounded meek & spoke quietly. "Yes." "And what about when I put my finger here?" She gasped and shuffled forward a bit as he moved his other hand around on her ass. "Well teacher. Are you going to give me an A?" Michelle looked ashamed while staring at her reflection & nodding reluctantly, as she agreed to the indecent proposal without saying a word. "I'm going to let you suck my dick now slut." He said still rubbing her crotch, "That way I will be lubed up for when I slide it into your asshole" Michelle was confused, drunk & had completely lost her inhibitions by this stage. He put his hand on her head & guided her as she knelt down in front of him without releasing the grip on his cock. Slowly she lent forward & started to lick the tip of his dick. Sliding her mouth over the head, she used her tongue while her hand continued stroking his shaft. The guy grabbed the back of her head, clenched his fingers & twisted her hair as he pulled her closer. "That's it slut, try to make me cum!" Michelle was gradually taking more & more of this guys cock in her mouth. Deep-throating his shaft until she couldn't fit anymore in. He was rough & pulled her closer. "Just breathe slut, you won't choke." He said as she began to gag. After a few minutes he suddenly jerked her head back, pulling it away from his dick. "Stand up slut!" he demanded. Michelle stood up and looked at him, waiting for her next instruction. 'Now show me those tits." Michelle noticed that there were now about fifteen people standing around her as she looked around, unsure of this command. "I haven't got all day slut. Show me those tits!" He firmly said again. Reluctantly, Michelle reached up and slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. She pulled the front of her black cocktail dress down & exposed her tiny pink nipples. They were hard & centered perfectly on her creamy white perky A-cup breasts. My dick was like a rock as I watched my beautiful wife standing half naked in front of this crowd. I wanted to go out there & drag her away, but I was so turned on but the evening's events, that I needed to see more. "Turn around & face the table" the guy instructed as she slowly turned around. "Now lift your dress & show me that sweet ass." Michelle hiked her skirt up over her hips & held it in place. Her black thigh high stockings & garters attached looked amazing. She was now facing the growing crowd of onlookers. They could see her shaved pussy through thin lace thong & I could see her perfectly formed ass as she stood like a statue waiting for her next instruction. He walked up behind her & reached around to her chest. "These are fucking perfect." He said as he massaged her breasts & licked her neck for a few moments again whispering in her ear. "Alright slut" He said stepping back & pointing to the glass table. "Bend over that table, spread your legs & raise that fine ass high." As Michelle lent over the glass table & she was immediately startled by a guy lying on the floor looking straight up at her naked breasts. It didn't stop her as she spread her legs about two feet apart & waited. The guy knelt down behind her & buried his face in her ass. Michelle's black lace thong was pulled aside as the guy started licking & tonguing her pussy & asshole like a hungry dog. Michelle was resting on her elbows to start with, but she lowered her body onto the clear glass table as the pleasure became too much. With her breasts pressed onto the glass, she started moaning quite loudly & moving her hips in rhythm as he tongue-fucked her ass. Because her eyes were closed, she didn't see the guy under table pull out a video camera. Everything he was filming was now displayed on a large cinema size screen above the bar. Everyone in the room was now watching my wife having her ass eaten out from two angles. Half the crowd turned to watch the screen as he continued filming the action. The guy soon stood up behind her & wiped his mouth. Like clockwork, one of the waiters walked over & handed him a small bottle of lubricant. Hooking his index finger under the thin g-string of her thong, he again pulled it to one side. With his other hand, he squirted lube into the crack of her ass & then onto his rock hard cock before throwing the bottle & rubbing lube all over the shaft & head. He rested his hand on the small of her back & gently pressed his thumb onto her puckered asshole as Michelle stared panting like she was short of breath.. Michelle relaxed more & slowly his thumb started to slide in. The digit moved beyond his nail, then the knuckle where he held it steady allowing her to get used to it. "Tell me you like that slut." He said loudly. "Tell me you want it deeper." "I ... like it." Michelle exhaled as she spoke, "Give me... uhhh... More..." He continued to press his thumb farther into her asshole. I looked up at the screen & could see her staring right at the camera. Michelle's eyes were bloodshot & her face blushed pink as he worked his thumb in & out of he ass. He moved closer behind her & removed his thumb. "I'll give you more you fucking slut." Holding the head of his cock on her puckering asshole, he gripped her hips and began to push forward. The head of his dick popped in, but he didn't push too much. Instead he again waited for Michelle's ass to relax and open up a bit more. This allowed her body to accept the invasion and made his insertion smoother. Slowly but surly his cock was sliding farther into my wife's ass. He reached around & began to rub her clit until all 9 inches were buried deep inside her. He began to slide in & out now, pumping her from behind & still talking. "You like that, don't you slut?" On the big screen I could see Michelle's nipples were pressed flat onto the glass as she gripped tight to the sides of the table. "Yes, yes... ummmm... Yes!" She mumbled in a fit of bliss. Her cheek pressed onto the cold glass. Drool started to leak from the corner of her mouth & her lipstick smeared on the glass. He was getting faster now & slapping her butt cheeks like he was riding a horse. "Tell me you love it slut!" He demanded. "Tell me I'm the best fuck you've ever had!" "Ohhh... I... Uhhh... Ohhhh... I love it!" Michelle yelled out in short, sharp breaths. "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, fuck me..." His hands were firmly pressing down on her ass as he started fucking her harder. With short sharp thrusts, Michelle was lost in this strange world of pleasure, grinding her sweaty hips to his rhythm. Most of the people were watching then big screen when the guy neared his climax & started to lose rhythm & pull out. "Cum in me!" Michelle screamed out between thrusts. "I want... uhhh... Cum in my ass you prick!" "Aaaarrr... Yesss! That's it you slut!" The guy grunted as he squeezed her hips, thrust forward & shot his load into my wife's ass. "Ooooaaaahhhh!" Michelle moaned as her body went limp on the table like she had climaxed also. "Uuummmm... Yummm..." He withdrew his cock until it popped out of her, followed by a river of creamy white cum. I watched in amazement as her dilated pink anus started to spasm & contract. Michelle was leaning face first on the table exhausted, with her legs still straight & her ass in the air. The guy lightly slapped her ass cheek when he walked away, leaving her breathing heavily, exposed & vulnerable in front of the crowd. Two women walked over. They helped Michelle up, turned her around & sat her back down on the edge of the table. The dress was still bunched around her waist as she sat there looking dazed & confused with her arms dangling limp at her sides. I was wondering what was going to happen next, then one of the women leaned in & started passionately kissing Michelle on the lips. To be continued...