5 comments/ 85025 views/ 21 favorites Why Does She Push My Buttons By: SlyDog969 My wife Sonja is an enchanting seductress, or put another way is a fucking slut that gives off a vibe that makes every man she meets want to breed her and put his seed inside her. She knows she has that effect on men and she enjoys it. She likes to display her body, playing her little flirtatious games and being the object of as many male fantasies as she can. She is a Latin female so I guess that comes with the territory. I am not sure if that is part of their culture or if comes with that stupid idiotic Catholic bullshit they put in their heads that you can do whatever you damn well please and "God will forgive you". All you have to do is drink a little grape juice and say a few Hail Marys' and you can pretend like nothing ever happened. I know I should not complain these are the same qualities that attracted me to her in the first place and a lot of the time I am incredibly turned on by the fact that other men are attracted to her. Even so she drives me crazy sometimes taking me to the highest highs and the lowest lows emotionally you can imagine. Like the song says "She'll take away your pain like a bullet through your brain." To her credit she has tried to explain it to me on a number of occasions. Being very open and candid describing what she thinks and feels and how it feeds a part of her being that she does not understand and cannot always control. She said she loves being a very bad girl, she loves giving every man she encounters a hard-on. Young, old, short, tall, skinny, fat it didn't matter. As long as he has a cock, she loves to tease it. She said she always looks forward to the next lucky man who she will let play this game of tease and please. Determined to get the man's attention, bring him to his knees with lust and then leaving him hanging. She said she loves to see what she can get away with, pushing the envelope partaking in a little bit of risk just enough to feel a rush. She loves it when she makes a man so uncomfortable that he can't speak. She loves that she brings out that sort of reaction in men. She said more than anything, it thrills her to dress as slutty as possible and bask in the ogling and drooling of every man she passes. Wearing a revealing wardrobe makes her an entirely new and different person. She feels so free and open. These little things are enough to make her feel sexy and give her that little naughty feeling that she needs to get through the day. She said she enjoys the game of risqué dress-up to reveal more cleavage, or wearing practically see-through blouses, or wearing more skirts, really short skirt either bare leg or with stockings, and of course everything has to be tight fitting. Tight at the waist, so that it accentuates her hips and her firm and tight behind and complimented with the right pair of high heels. She loves showing off her nice cleavage jiggling her breasts pulling her shoulders back to make her breasts jut out. Wearing tops that at the right angle if she bends over, anybody can get a perfect view of her tits and that excites her. Women always know when they are being looked at and enjoy it she says. She feels a thrill of satisfaction when every man in the area is staring at her and she flashes him her most come-hither smile then turns and walks away with her ass swaying from side to side. She said she can almost hear their dicks swelling up in their pants. She said sometimes she just needs to expose her body. She said "It's a thrill just to think about opening my cunt up for them. I let them take a sneaky picture of my pussy on their cell phones knowing they will go home and think about me while they beat off and shoot a huge load of cum made just for me." This is my wife and what I have to deal with. I know in many respects she is every man's dream every man's fantasy including my own but still it doesn't make it any easier. I have a wide range of conflicted feelings watching her tease other men including jealousy sometimes feeling threatened and even insecure about our marriage and my own masculinity. On the other hand I also find her actions highly erotic and make me want to see her do even more erotic and outrageous things. I love seeing Sonja's body, and love even more for her to expose herself where others can see her. I don't know why, but it always seems to intensify the erotic experience; it adds an edge of danger and adventure. Watching her expose herself to other men is much more exciting than seeing the same exposure in private, because it adds a reckless thrill to her sexuality. Seeing other men enjoy Sonja's body emphasized to me how desirable she is and how lucky I am to have her. I don't know why but I get really turned on by the anticipation of Sonja flaunting her naked body to other men and the whole preparation for her exposure is foreplay for her and for me. I love watching her dress slutty to go out with her friends for the night. My wife has her little group of girlfriends she hangs out with kind of like the TV show "Sex in the City". Three other women that like her are married. Of course my wife has to be the "Alpha Barbie" of the group and she works hard to maintain that status. I don't understand the group dynamics and her needs that she fulfills from being in that group. I do know that whenever I do things to enhance her status in that group and among her other girlfriends I usually get rewarded in the form of sexual treats or some other payback that makes my life much more enjoyable. The downside of her little group is she likes to show off and do thing she wouldn't do otherwise. She is bad enough after a few drinks on her own but add to that her need to impress her girlfriends and she turns into a complete slut. A good example of how she likes to show off for her girlfriends and then lets things get completely out of control happened a few months ago. We were having her friends over at our house to help celebrate the Christmas holidays. She had decided to go for a sultrier look than usual with a low-cut, clingy red dress and strappy high heels she was a knockout. I had enjoyed watching her get ready earlier putting on her makeup, pulling on a black garter belt and stockings and finally a black lace bra. At the last moment she decided not to wear any panties. She was definitely dressed up to get messed up and I thought to myself I am going to hit that later. It was just like any party during the holidays: too many people and not enough intelligent conversation and lots of heavy drinking. After a few hours of talking about the weather, work and all remaining topics, everyone was bored to tears. The party was spread out all over the house with some people in the living room and most in the patio area out by the pool. In the beginning Sonja was playing the good hostess almost to a fault and then after numerous drinks she shifted her attention to circulating around and flirting with all the guys leaving me with keeping our guests with fresh drinks. I was unable find something in kitchen so I went looking for my wife to find out where she had hid it. I walked all over the house and eventually found her in the living room. I found her with Dave who was sitting next to her on the couch sitting very close to her. I was already aroused at what I knew was potentially going to happen. I don't know why I didn't see this coming, the flirting between Sonja and Dave seemed to be innocent enough, so not wanting to look insecure or overly possessive I let it go for months. Dave was the husband of one her girlfriends in her little group. On the weekends we would all go out for a few drinks, Dave and his wife Susan, me and Sonja. Sometimes afterwards Sonja would tell me she thought Dave was a hunk and she wished that she had done him back when she had the chance before we were married. I put it down to the erotic sexual fantasies that she was always playing around with. I was struggling as to why just thinking of her with another man would turn me on so much, worse still that it wasn't an imaginary man, it was Dave, one of our closest friends, she was teasing me with. The trouble is, once a woman finds a weakness they exploit it, I didn't know what was going on in her mind when she was playing with me like that. I saw Sonja and Dave from across the room, watching their every move. She was torturing him and she loved every second of it. At times, she would laugh and draw attention to herself, highlighting the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. It was an act of confidence rather than uncouth, proving that she was undaunted and in command. She leaned in close and he tilted his head back for her to kiss his cheek. Instead Sonja kissed him on the mouth and ran her hands down his back and rested them on his ass. With that, she leaned in close and gave him a sensuous kiss; it was a kiss of lovers that was more appropriate for a porn movie. I can't describe the whirlwind of emotions that overcame me, nervousness, embarrassment, shock and anger, but the emotion that overwhelmed them all was one of excitement. I was frozen to the spot stunned by what was happening just a few feet away from me. I could hear him responding to her, she kept kissing him to keep him under her influence and she was loving it. It's was very odd to watch my wife kissing another man, not just a peck on the cheek, but full blown erotic/passionate kisses, holding his head as she kissed him, seeing her legs wide open offering everything that she had to give to him. With a taunting smirk on her face she lowered her mouth to his cheek, where her sharp, hot tongue traced the length of his jaw line, and then, almost tenderly, kissed his cheek. At that moment my wife slowly knelt down, still fully clothed, as Dave unbuckled his trousers. Sonja was soon jerking him to an erection, licking all over his sizeable cock. Slowly, she took him in her mouth, her saliva coating his cock as it slid in and out between her full, luscious red lips. "God, you're good!" exclaimed Dave. "What a good cock-sucker!" He watched intently as her lips rose slowly on his shaft. And he felt her deliberately dragging her teeth against the underside of his tortured manhood, sending his body into a spastic fit. Dave knelt down beside her and was roughly groping her tits through her dress, which seemed to be getting her wilder by the second. She was grunting around Dave's cock in her mouth, reaching round frantically with one hand to try and grope Dave's cock. Dave took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly. "Do it, bitch!" She nodded, wincing at his forcible treatment. She closed her eyes, and took Dave's cock deep into her mouth. "That's a good little slut!" Dave looked down on my wife, who had sent him into a frenzy of motion, slamming his crotch forward into her face as she took his cock right down her throat, gripping his butt cheeks firmly with both hands. Deeper and deeper she went, when at last her nose bumped the hard bone of his pubic, Dave's roar of pleasure thundered through the room. And while I couldn't see it I knew she was giggling inwardly like some silly schoolgirl. He climaxed in seconds, shooting right down her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then she gave her loving attention to his cock removing all traces of his juices with her skillful tongue. She teasingly hummed as she worked him, the vibratory ripple of her inflection exploding in tiny droplets of pleasure all over his body. My wife stood up, she had just serviced another man cock with her wanton mouth, her dress crumpled from all her kneeling, chest heaving with emotion. "Come here you dirty little whore, Jack me off!" he told her. His words spurred her and she did as she was told without any hesitation. . He spun round quickly then, scooping her tits out of her dress and holding his cock over them as he came with a grunt, spunk shooting down my wife's cleavage and over her chest. She was gasping for breath; her face soaked with cum, as she quickly scooped his spunk up from her chest and licked it off her fingers. Trails of spunk and saliva ran from her chest to her chin as she ate his juice like a kitten lapping up milk. My emotions raged backwards and forwards in my head, I pondered what to do. Should I pack up and leave? Should I throw the bitch out? Why did she do this to me? How did it happen? Even though I was angry and confused about the fact, I felt a strange tingling excitement teasing me, jangling the nerve ends in my groin. I was angry, sad and excited all at the same time. Each emotion spilled over into the others, swamping all reason. I had often fantasied about this type of thing over the years but you never know how you are going to react until it actually happens and the reality was certainly a bit different than the fantasy. At first I thought I would just walk away and pretend I didn't see what had just happened. Then as I glanced to the side towards the two patio doors that led outside and I notice that most of our friends like me had been watching the entire show. Sonja turned towards the group showing off her cum cover face and tits grinning from ear to ear making me realize that she knew they were there the whole time. She had been putting on a show to impress her friends at my expense. That cheating whore had just made me look like a complete fool in front of all our friends and now just walking away and pretending nothing happened was no longer an option for me. I needed to reclaim my wife, my women and my manhood if I ever wanted to look these people in the face again. She stood up as I walked into the living making my presences known. 'Bitch!!' I screamed. 'You fucking bitch!' "Who else have you been fooling around with behind my back?" "I don't know what you're talking about," howled Sonja She tried to walk away, "Not so fast. I grabbed her. "What are you doing? Let me go!" She cried. "You've acted like a slut," I said, "so now I'm going to treat you like one." I dragged the cheating bitch outside to the pool area where all our friends who had been watching her show with Dave were. Her tits were still hanging out of her dress and her face and tits were still cover with Dave's cum. I handed my cell phone to one of the other husband standing there not quite sure what to say or do. "Here take a picture of this I may want to put in our Christmas cards next year." I said. He nodded and started looking through the viewer capturing the moment. The guys all gather around us some even pulled up a chair to get comfortable. Between the booze and the fact they had just watched a live sex show between my wife and Dave nobody seemed embarrassed or uneasy about watching us. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to one of the patio chairs and put her over my knee. To her surprise, she found herself ass-up over my knee a split second later, staring at the ground as she wriggled against me. "What are you going to do?" She wept. "I'm going to spank you and show all your friends who is in control." I bellowed. "Stop!" Sonja shrieked. SMACK! My first blow caught her off guard. She cried out and tears began to come to her eyes, due less to the pain than the humiliation. "Stop! What are you doing!" screamed Sonja "Say it," I said, "tell everybody what you are!" "No!" said Sonja, feeling herself becoming even more aroused as the blood began to flow back upwards to her pussy. She was getting wet! Now she was even angrier with herself than with me. She couldn't help whimpering in pleasure and rubbing against my leg as my blows landed across her pussy. "You little whore, you love this don't you? This is what you want isn't it!" "No --," she moaned, then "Oh -- no --," as I began to rain blow after blow down on her helpless ass. The more I spanked her, the more aroused she became. Almost involuntarily, she wriggled herself into a position that left her pussy even more exposed to my blows. I ran my hand down her legs and slipped a finger inside her cunt probing her tight cunt with my thumb, "you're wet. You really are a slut." "No!" she protested, "I'm not!" "Slutiness isn't just based on actions," I said, "slutiness is a state of mind. And you definitely have it." "No!" said Sonja, wriggling her ass to grind my fingers and hand into her clit, "I just wanted to have some fun!" SMACK! SMACK! She gasped and felt her toes begin to curl. I looked down at the incredible sight before me. I was about to spank this petite busty bitch to orgasm! Her toes curled, her legs tensed, and she strained to rub her pussy even harder against my hand. She had totally forgotten the humiliation of being pulled over my lap in front of all her friends, and abandoned herself to the incredible new sensations. SMACK! When I landed a final blow across her reddened ass, Sonja let out an earthy moan and came harder than she ever had in her life, even when she masturbated. I let her stay across my lap for a few moments, then I smacked her again. "Ouch!" said Sonja, "that hurt!" She rolled herself off my lap and stood rubbing her sore ass for a moment. Her face was flushed deep red from the exertion of the spanking and orgasm. "You didn't say the magic word." "I'm a cheap slut," mumbled Sonja, staring at the floor and turning an even deeper shade of red. "What?" I said, "I didn't quite hear you and neither did all your friends?" "I'm a slut," said Sonja, a little louder. "Look at me when you say that." I said as I glared at her. I put a hand under her chin and pushed her gaze up to me. Her eyes were covered in smeared mascara, but she was beautiful. "You like this, don't you, slut?" I pushed her down to her knees in front of me. My erection strained against my pants. From her knees she had to strane her head upwards to see my package as it bulged from behind the zipper on my pants. She knew what I was going to do, but waited for me to guide her. "Unbutton my pants." I said. She reached up and fumbled for a moment with the button, before successfully releasing it. "Now unzip them." She unzipped my pants slowly. "How many cocks have you sucked tonight?" I asked. "Just the one," she stammered. "I don't believe you," I said. "Now show your friends how suck my cock." "Do it" I said "Do your wifely duties you wanted to put on a show and impress your friends well now is your chance." She reached up to the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down in a single stroke. My erect cock fell down and smacked her in the forehead. A string of precum leaked onto her brow. "Go ahead and suck it," I said, enjoying the look of contempt on her face. She reached up and touched my shaft gingerly. Because I curved upward, the tip of my cock was still on level with her forehead my balls were at her eye-level. She blushed, and began stroking along the shaft, lubricating it with the precum dripping from the tip. "That's a good girl," I said. I grabbed my cock and forced it down towards her lips. "Open up, slut." I pushed it roughly into her mouth. She barely had time to react. Her lips slid across my shaft. I grabbed her hair at the back of her head and forced my cock even deeper. She didn't understand how it had fit in her mouth to begin with, but now she could feel its head at the back of her throat. "Mmm," she moaned. "That's it slut," I said, pressing my cock into her throat, "moan for my cock. Show me how much you love it." She could barely breathe as my shaft entered her throat. Still, she had an urge to prove that she was up to the task in front of all our friends, that she really could take my entire cock, so she did her best to repress her gag reflex. I looked over and noticed two of the guys were rubbing a very noticeable bulge in their pants trying not to be too obvious about the fact. A couple of the wives were also trying to feel their tits and pubic areas up without drawing any attention to them. Why Does She Push My Buttons I pulled my shaft out of Sonja's mouth and let her catch her breath. Her face was flushed with exertion, her make-up smeared. Suddenly, I smacked the side of her face with my cock. The blow itself stung, but the humiliation was even more painful. She gasped. "You wanted to be treated like a slut, so I'm doing just that." Before she could respond, I forced my member back into her throat. I was fucking her now, holding the back of her head as I pushed my cock in and out of her throat. After several strokes, I took it out again and jerked her head backwards by the hair so she was looking up at me again. "Beg for my cock." "What?" "I said beg for it." I pushed it into her throat again, fucking it mercilessly until she gagged. "That's better." "Suck my balls," I ordered, and stroked my shaft as she licked and sucked my hair-covered sac. "You're good at that, slut!" I continued to stroke my cock, enjoying the sensation of her tongue on my balls. Each time I called her a slut, I could see both her face and pussy burn. Each time I had slapped her with my cock, she had been even more humiliated than when I had first spanked her, but also just as turned on. Finally, she was giving herself over to her nocturnal fantasies. She knew she would do anything that I wanted, that she would surrender to me totally. I pulled her head back roughly and stroked my cock a few inches from her face. "Beg for my cum you slut." She hesitated, and was rewarded with another slap to the face with my cock. "Beg for it. Tell me you want my hot cum all over your face." I looked down at the beautiful girl, on her knees begging for my cum. "Please give me your cum." "That's better." "I know what sluts like you need," I said, grabbing a handful of her hair even tighter with my free hand, "let me hear you beg for it again, louder so everyone can hear you." "Please, give me your cum," she stammered, "I need it." She saw a white spurt shoot out of my cock towards her. She closed her eyes and tried to duck out of the way, but I held her head firmly in place as I ejaculated all over her face and hair. She felt my warm cum cover her burning forehead and cheeks, running down her chin and onto her cleavage. She reached up to wipe it away from her eyes and then looked up at me. "Eat it." I said. She was stunned for a moment, then stuck one of her cum-covered fingers into her mouth and licked it off. I wiped the cum from the tip of my cock across her forehead. She scooped more of the cum into her mouth with her fingers and licked them off. "That's a good girl," I said. "Now bend over bitch." I ordered. "Kneel on the chair!" The crowd watched my wife kneel up on the chair, totally under my control. I set to work arranging her, forcing her head down over the other side, untying her long black hair and letting it fall round her shoulders and over her face. What a sight! My wife knelt on the chair in the middle of our closest friends, her dress rucked up around her waist, her beautiful ass and smooth pussy framed by the garter belt that attached to the sheer black stockings that ran down her perfectly toned legs, to where the sluttishly high stilettos strapped to her feet dangled over the edge of the seat. I started scooping her mammoth tits completely from their confines and letting them hang freely down the front, and lifting her dress up over her head. Her nipples stuck out another inch from the end of her massive, dangling jugs, and a flush had started to spread across her face as the blood ran to her head. I crouched down behind my wife, reaching underneath her for her mammoth breasts and kneading them roughly with my hands. Her juices were already glistening on the insides of her thighs above the lacy tops of her stockings. I was obviously doing something very right, as muffled, guttural moans emitted from my horny wife's mouth. I kept this up for a few minutes, driving Sonja crazy with all the attention to her tits. If you're a good slut and do what you're told, I might let you come She bent down as low as she could, having trouble balancing on her heels. "Grab your ankles." She did. I paused for a few seconds. Tears came to Sonja's eyes, but her pussy was positively on fire. "Please," she whimpered, "just let me come." trembling in anticipation for the moment when I would take her. I flicked a glance at one of my wife's girlfriends in order to see her facial expression There she was, staring straight at me! She'd obviously been watching me as I watched her. We locked on to each other and I was incredibly turned on by the moment. Of course the fact that I was balls deep in my wife's pussy drilling her like a two bit whore at the time also didn't hurt. "You're going to come alright, slut," I said to my wife, "you're going to come on my cock in just a moment. I'm going to give you the good, hard fuck that you've been craving." I reached between her legs and massaged her pussy. She craned her head to look back at me, but could only see my shadow. Then, she felt the tip of my cock at the entrance of her wet cunt. I entered her quickly and smoothly, breaking past the considerable resistance with a single stroke. Little did she know, however, that I was less than halfway inside her. The next stroke filled her even more completely. I was playing the crowd, and made a point of changing positions a few times so that everyone could see. I had a sense that all eyes were on me (they weren't, of course). I looked over at the other women in the room. Every face was a study of total concentration. Personally, I think we were all dying to see what I would do next. I leaned over to my whore wife and whispered in her ear, "Mmmm, I think I'm going to bottom out in your tiny little cunt." I said. And I did, with the third stroke. I struck her cervix, but was still only had about 2/3 of my cock inside her. "It's a shame you can't take it all in your pussy," I said, "that means I'll have to fuck your ass next." "No!" she screamed, "you'll do no such thing!" "I don't think you're in a position to stop me," I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, while I proceeded to give her one of the roughest fucks I had ever meted out. My thighs slapped against her red tender ass as my big prick punished her cunt. Sonja moaned and sighed as she was taken roughly, drilled like a cheap fucking whore. The audience was getting off on my wife's treatment and I was somehow okay with it all - even as more than one digital camera flashed on occasion. The women in particular seemed to be turned on by her discomfort and had a naughty urge to see my wife getting the full works to get what she deserved. This whole thing was very surreal. I was so into the fucking that I forgot to make her beg for it. After a while, however, Sonja began to beg on her own, especially as she got close to orgasm. "Oh please don't stop," she groaned, "I'm so close." "You love this cock don't you, slut?" I said, spanking her ass. I was slamming into her, fully in and out as fast as I could go. The slapping sound was clearly audible on each thrust and, as my hips made hard contact with her ass, her breasts jiggled and swung like crazy. It was definitely a sight to behold, and not for the faint hearted. I think every woman craves a fast and furious fuck from time to time, and this whore was certainly getting the full treatment. The force of my fucking was causing her to bounce and groan all over the place. Both of us now were drenched in sweat and obviously lost in their own world. She'd gone pretty quiet her eyes closed her mouth was partly open in a sort of silent snarl, and I reckoned she was not far from orgasm. I think a slut like you deserves to have my cum in her pussy." "Yes I love it please give it to me!" She purred. I felt her tighten around my cock and knew that she was about to cum, and as she shuddered, I speed up my pace. The crowd began to stand up as I was getting closer to climax. Our audience seemed to instinctively go quiet in anticipation of our impending orgasm. I jerked quite hard several times, ramming my penis in to the hilt on each convulsion. So far in, in fact, that only my balls were visible during my orgasm, both flexing and pumping slightly, in perfect time with each spurt deep up inside her. We took turns glancing over at our friends, noticing that they were watching us from the dark shadows. They were telling each other of what we were doing in whispers and my excitement grew. As we glanced over, at our friends I was shooting a considerable load into Sonja's unprotected cunt. She came, hard, just as I thought she would. I pulled out and spun her around and spread her legs open so everybody could see her well fucked pussy dripping with my cum. "Get a picture of this whore," I said 'Get a good picture of her face so you can show all your friends." I told the guys gathered around us. "Now it's my turn, slut," I said I let her roll onto her side. Then I walked around to the side and dangled my cock in her face. "Clean it off," I ordered. She took it in her mouth and began to suck. Soon, I was hard again. Sonja couldn't help but be a little bit proud of her cock sucking skills. I flipped her onto her back, then grabbed both her hands "Ready to give up your ass, slut?" I could tell she was unprepared to be taken in the butt, there was nothing she could do about it, She'd just have to enjoy it as best she could. I smacked my cock across her clit, which was still extremely sensitive after her orgasm and the spanking. "I'm going to enjoy this," I said, "And something tells me you're going to enjoy it too." I looked over and saw one of the wives now jerking off her husband working his stick like she was flying a fighter plane. He was transfixed on my every move while his wife was now giving him a hand job that was worthy of a professional porn star. She then started giving him what must have been a really nice blowjob. It certainly looked very sensuous.....slow and full, with her sucking it deep into her mouth and out again while she cupped his balls. I suddenly realized I needed to focus on my own job at hand since everybody was watching us. Grabbing a bottle of baby oil Sonja had left out from sun bathing earlier I rubbed the lube along the length of my shaft. Once my shaft was well lubricated, I began to finger her ass. I pressed it up against her opening and paused. "I'm going to take your ass now, slut." You're going to show everyone how you take in the ass for husband." She whimpered and winced in anticipation. Suddenly, I was inside of her. She looked down and saw me squeeze even more lube onto my shaft as I went deeper. Then I began to fuck her ass. I started with long, smooth, strokes, but suddenly she was being slammed. I called her all kinds of names -- a whore, a slut, a cunt -- and others that I couldn't remember. After a minute or so of this treatment, Sonja realized that she was going to come again. "Ohh fuck," she said, almost surprised, "fuck me, don't stop I'm going to come." "You really are a slut, aren't you? You're begging for this cock." "Yes," she admitted, "I am. I'm a cock-hungry slut. Fuck me with that cock in my tight little ass." Thrusting my cock into her faster and faster, feeling my own orgasm on its way, "you need a steady diet of cock!" I pulled out and shot my semen all over her. I raised my hands in the air in mock victory gesture. The group laughed and cheered. "I'm going to get a picture of this" one the guys said, and before Sonja could respond, there was the flash of a camera. My well fucked wife stood there on display for everyone to see, her legs, ass and pussy aching. She had been spanked, dick-slapped, pussy-strapped, ass-fucked, deflowered, facialized and photographed. Her body had endured more abuse, humiliation -- and pleasure -- than it had ever known before. I picked up her crumpled cloths from the ground and threw them at her. "Get dressed. I am not done with you." I said. "Get cleaned up and bring me a drink and a plate of food out by the pool where everyone can see you serve me." She came out of the house about ten minutes later as directed walking very gingerly after the good ass fucking I had just given her. The party was quiet and very tame after our little exhibition and everyone left and went home not long after that. The next day I thought my wife would be giving me all kinds of grief about what happened the night before. Instead she acted like nothing had happened and in fact she seemed more happy and content than usual bouncing around the house like Mary Poppins or something. Even stranger was when her girlfriends came over to have lunch a few days later, they kept giving me these smirks and some cases a seductive look and smile. A couple of weeks later we went to a New Year's Eve party at one of her girlfriend's house. Her girlfriend pulled almost the same exact stunt and got a similar reaction from her husband. Two months later we went to a dinner at one of her other girlfriend's house who tried to use me a prop this time to get a reaction from her husband. Afterwards I realized these bitches were playing us. Using us like dancing bears in a three ring circus performing on command to impress or showoff for their friends. This was all a well-orchestrated and choreographed show these bitches had made up for us to unknowingly take part in. I told the other husbands about my theory and they agreed. We decided the next time these manipulative bitches try something like this we will teach them all a lesson. We will make them play our game by our rules and see how they like that. The next time my wife tries her little game I may just call her bluff. I may call on the other guys to help me give her a good healthy gang bang or even a gang rape while all her girlfriends watch. I think that should teach her a lesson about playing games and pushing my buttons right?