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My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



[This account is about something that happened last summer. I've been too busy to write about it until quite recently. Cal] 

1. Ben's Proposition

It was a Wednesday afternoon back in June when my wife Nancy called me at work to tell me how her lunch meeting with Ben had gone. They'd eaten at a family restaurant somewhere in the Sunset District. He'd invited her to lunch to discuss a possible job offer involving the two of them -- a job that would involve their having sex in front of an audience.

"So, is that all you had with him -- lunch?" I asked. At some level, I was still struggling to trust the two of them together. She'd been pretty honest with me about their sexual relationship, but not scrupulously so. 

She laughed and said that Ben had told her he wanted her for dessert but that she'd turned him down.

"So what exactly did you talk about?" I asked. 

She explained his offer. But first she gave me a back-story that neither she nor I had known about before. It seems that Ben had told several of his friends about posing with a beautiful married woman about eight months earlier. He'd told them he'd been able to fuck her while a photographer, some guy named Cal (that's me, of course), took pictures of them. [This is described in the "Nancy and the Produce Man" series]. Since this photo-shoot the woman had separated from her husband (an imaginary guy named "Bob") and, after many months passed, he'd tracked her down and asked her out on a date. 

On a date when he'd fucked her again. All night this time and in every way possible.

He'd told his friends that Nancy was the best fuck he'd had in his life (which, so far, had extended only to his twenty-third year).

A few days earlier a friend of a friend of Ben's (he continued), some guy who lived down the Peninsula in Santa Clara County, had phoned to ask him if he and the woman he'd posed with would be willing to have sex in front of a small group of men. It seems this guy arranged entertainment for certain businesses and said there was a lot of interest, especially among foreign business visitors, in this kind of act.

Ben's acquaintance said he thought he could pay him around $1000 for doing this. He'd have to split it with the woman he'd be performing with, though. Ben was cagey enough to ask for more money. He eventually talked the guy into promising to pay Nancy and him $600 each. And, the guy explained to Ben, there would be "tips" too.

I asked Nancy what exactly their act would consist of.

She wasn't sure. Ben had told her they'd be in front of a small group, maybe half a dozen men, who understood that they could only watch. One thing though: if the act were to happen, it would have to be in just two days, on Friday night. They'd have to drive down to Palo Alto, where the guy who was hosting the sex show lived.

Nancy told Ben this couldn't happen. She wasn't about to do anything like this on two days' notice. And besides, she didn't feel safe enough to jump into a situation involving "a friend of a friend" and a room full of strangers.

But more important, she told Ben, she had to be out of town for three day to spend some time with her mother. She'd be flying to Denver the next day (Thursday) to visit her.

If the job offer, or another one like it, still stood after she got back, she might consider it. But there would have to be conditions. Ben asked her what they were, and she told him she needed for him to take another AIDS test. She said she'd explain the other condition when she got back.

At first Ben protested against having to take another test but finally agreed to do it.

I was a little puzzled by Nancy's tale about her mother, who really does live in Denver but who isn't very close to her. But I couldn't talk any longer because I had to go to a meeting. She said she'd tell me more later when I got home.

I was very distracted for the rest of the day at work. I couldn't get images of Ben fucking my wife, or of her sucking his huge cock, out of my head. I tried to imagine a group of men getting to watching them performing various lewd acts. 

When I got back from Berkeley at about 6:30, Nancy was upstairs. She shouted down the stairs that she'd be down in a minute. I went into the downstairs bathroom, took a piss, and got myself a beer from the refrigerator. All the way home on BART I'd been thinking about Nancy and Ben fucking in front of strangers. Would there be a sort of stage? Would there be some audience participation? I got an erection thinking about several possibilities.

Nancy, wearing a fairly low-cut yellow sun dress and sandals, joined me a few minutes later in the kitchen. She was braless, of course, and looked gorgeous. She kissed me, and when I responded to her, really kissed me. As we embraced, I lifted up her dress and gripped her perfect little ass cheeks in my hands. She wasn't wearing panties either.

She broke the kiss and asked me if I was hungry. I said I was and would she mind if we ate out somewhere. 

"I hope that's not a criticism of my cooking," she said.

I kissed her again and said, "Not at all. I'd just like to get out of the house. And I need to hear more about your conversation with Ben and why you invented that strange story about having to visit your mother."

She started to explain: "It was a spur of the moment thing. Ben's an OK guy and I think he's trying to be helpful, but I don't want him to be a big part of my life. He seems to take it for granted that I'll do anything he wants me to. So I made up this excuse to be unavailable to him for a few days."

"To punish him?" I asked. I was kidding her, but she must've thought I was being serious.

"No, just to slow things down a little," she explained. "I actually have fun displaying myself to men, especially if I'm in control of the situation. I'm just not sure about this particular situation. How do you feel about it?" 

I told her the truth: "I have mixed feelings. Watching you in action with Ben has been a real turn-on for me. And I know you like it, too. I mean being fucked by him. But this could be a little risky. If you decide to do it, I definitely have to be there. I don't want you going who-knows-where on your own. I don't trust Ben to protect you if things go sideways. He's still pretty much a kid."

"How could you manage to go with us?" she asked. I told her my plan, which involved my assuming the role of her "agent."

We went out to dinner and talked it over some more. We speculated about what we'd been calling "the situation." Would this pimp-for-businessmen guy in Palo Alto have something like a stage set up? How close would the audience members be? And what would she (and Ben) have to do to earn "tips"?

When we got home, I discovered that the conversation had made me very horny. As soon as we were indoors, I practically attacked Nancy and we ended up on the living room floor sucking and fucking each other for over an hour. I ended up cumming in her ass. I think it was my way of asserting at least partial ownership of that part of her body. Ben might be occasionally allowed to sodomize her, but I had primary access.

Which, of course, is absolute nonsense. But when I'm fucking Nancy, all sorts of indefensible, irrational ideas enter my mind. I've come to accept them pretty nonjudgmentally.

Next morning, Nancy and I went downtown together. She'd agreed to put in a few hours at the art gallery where she worked off and on. She'd told Ben, of course, that she was flying to Denver that morning to visit her mother. But he never came by the art gallery, so the chances of his discovering her little lie were slight.

I was surprised, when I got home from work, to see that she'd had her hair cut short. This gave her an almost pixyish look and emphasized the beauty of her face, especially her light blue eyes.

That evening, we fell back into what counts for us as a normal routine: dinner, going to bed early, reading for a while, then sex. For some reason, on Thursday night we concentrated on pleasuring each other orally. I tongued her cunt for a long time and brought her to several orgasms. She spent a lot of time sucking my balls and licking my asshole. Then she asked me to cum in her mouth, which I happily did. 

As I shot cum into Nancy's mouth I thought about how her new short haircut would make it a lot easier for me to watch her suck Ben's cock. Or any other guy's cock.

I know that not many husbands would have such a "sick" thought. But I don't care. 

Over the weekend we enjoyed our everyday lives during the day and our erotic lives in the evenings. She didn't mention Ben even once. I wondered, though, if she was thinking of him, or some other guy, as we had sex. Since discussing her "act" with Ben (and me), she'd seemed more than usually aroused. 

Ben was never far from my thoughts, though. I wondered when he would be in Nancy's life again. Would it be as soon as Monday, when she was supposedly returning from Denver?

It was. On Monday morning just after I left for work Nancy received a phone call from Ben. He asked her when she'd returned and she told him late Sunday night. He told her it was too bad he hadn't known she was back. He'd been especially horny Sunday night and would've loved to have been with her.

"Actually," Nancy told me on the phone when I called her on my lunch break, "he was a lot more graphic than that. He said something about 'fucking me senseless,' whatever that means."

"Is that what he called for, just to tell you he'd been horny?" I asked.

"No, there was some business, too. First he told me he'd had the AIDS test and that he was clean. Then he asked me if it would be possible to go down to this guy's house in Palo Alto on Wednesday night. He told Ben that the same group of businessmen -- they're Japanese -- were still visiting some electronics company in Sunnyvale. And they still wanted to see a live sex act featuring a white girl. The offer of $600 dollars each plus tips still stood. Then I told him about the other condition, the one we'd agreed on."

My condition was that Cal (the photographer whom Nancy supposedly worked for, not her real-life husband) would have to accompany her on any project involving the sexual use of her body for profit. Cal was her sole agent, entitled to a small percentage of what she earned modeling or otherwise using her body for erotic purposes, and he had the right to protect his property.

"I told him that you basically own my ass," she said, laughing.

I asked her how he took it, this bullshit pseudo-legal agreement she had with her "agent."

"He tried to talk me into ditching out on you, you know, doing the act and stiffing you on your commission. I told him I could never do that, especially since you were still letting me stay in your guest room virtually free." 

"So, did you tell him you'd go with him down to Palo Alto Wednesday night?"

"I told him tentatively yes," said Nancy. "I had to clear it with you to make sure it was all right. I'm supposed to call him back in an hour or so."

"Tell him something else, while you're at it. Tell him I need the guy's phone number so I can discuss the environment you'll be working in with him. If we can agree on something, it's a definite yes. But I need to call the guy."

She said she'd call Ben back right away and deliver the message. 

"And tell him that, if the Palo Alto impresario and I can come to an agreement, I have a few ideas for your act. But he needs to come by our house tonight or tomorrow night to talk it over and rehearse a little."

"I'll tell him. If he comes over, though, he'll probably want to do more than talk and rehearse. Is that all right with you?"

"OK," I said, just before ringing off. "I guess you and he can get a little carried away, if you want to. But I get to be the artistic director." She laughed and rang off.

I got back to work somehow and managed to get my mind halfway off of the situation my wife had gotten us into. She rang me again just before 2:00 o'clock. She gave me the number of the guy in Palo Alto. His name was Rob. Then she added, "Ben said he'll be over tonight at about 8:00," she said. "He was so eager that he wanted to come earlier, but I got him I had something else to do before then."

As soon as I hung up on Nancy I called Rob. He answered on the second ring. 

We chatted for about fifteen minutes. At first, he seemed skeptical of my role as Nancy's "agent," but he quickly gave in to my story and told me all I needed to know. On Wednesday night, he wanted us at his house by about 8:30. He gave me directions to his place. The businessmen would arrive at around 9:00 o'clock. The performance would take place downstairs in a large game room. The highlight of the performance would be Ben and Nancy having sex on some sort of platform, while the Japanese guys watched them.

"So it's theater in the round," I said.

"Not quite," he exclaimed, almost girlishly. "There aren't any fixed seats, so the audience members just mill around the action. It sounds like we have something in common. It so happens that I've done some work in legitimate theater. Have you?"

Instead of answering his question, I gave him the bare-bones of a little plot I'd worked up to make the performance more theatrical. Since he claimed to have a dramatic bent, I decided to assign him a minor role in it. He was to pretend to be the woman's husband. I then explained how limited this husband role was to be. For one thing, he wouldn't have spousal rights. 

He wanted to talk some more, but I rang off and got back to Nancy. I told her we were a go for Wednesday night.

2. The Rehearsal

Making an excuse at work, I took off a little early. I really wanted to be with my wife before Ben got his hands on her. As soon as the two of them began rehearsing I knew I'd become a sideline figure. 

Warning her that I was on my way home, I arrived at about 6:00 o'clock and found that Nancy had dinner ready for us, a tuna casserole. We sat down next to each other on the living room couch and ate while watching a political opinion television show.

At 6:45 she went upstairs to shower and, as I requested, to put on her most housewifely outfit. I left it up to her as to what this might mean.

At about 7:15 she came down the stairs wearing a white blouse (through which I could see she was wearing a not-very-sexy white bra), a long blue skirt, and a pair of sandals. She wasn't wearing any make-up. Definitely housewifely, but still gorgeous. 

Nancy sat down next to me again and asked me for a preview of the plot I'd settled on.

I felt like teasing her. "No, you'll have to wait till Ben gets here."

She snuggled up to me on the couch and felt my cock through my trousers. "I've been thinking about Ben's cock," she said. "I know it's larger than yours, but I really do like yours better. I'm not just saying this. I mean it."

"Is his too big? You don't seem to have a hard time having an orgasm when he fucks you." 

"You know, it really is on the verge of being too large. But, as you've seen for yourself, I still cum when he fucks me. But I've had plenty of orgasms with cocks smaller than Ben's, and smaller than yours, too. You've watched me have most of them."

I thought back to several fuck-sessions I'd watched Nancy participate in. Yes, some of the guys had had smaller dicks than mine. And yes, she'd definitely gotten off when they fucked her. But I still couldn't get the image out of my mind of Ben's oversized cock buried almost all the way inside my wife's tight cunt.

"Are you wearing panties?" I suddenly asked her.

She lifted up her skirt and showed me her panties, ordinary white cotton ones. I quickly got down on my knees between her legs and asked her please to spread them.

Looking down at me, she laughed. "Would you like me to take them off? Aren't they part of the housewife look we're after?"

"Just take them off for a little while. Ben won't be here for a while and I want to make sure you're well lubricated for him."

She raised her wonderful ass off the couch and quickly pulled her panties down her legs and over her feet. She tossed them on the floor next to me. Then she slouched down in the couch with her legs spread to make her naked crotch more available to me.  

I immediately pressed my mouth against her cunt and began licking and sucking it. The familiar taste of her secretions and her reddish-blonde pubic hair tickling my nose excited me. I could feel my hard-on growing large and hard beneath my briefs and trousers. Within a minute her cunt and my mouth were sopping wet and her clitoris was red and swollen. 

She was loving it. "Oh, God, Cal! That feels so good! You do it way better than Ben does. Sometimes he gets too excited and too rough."

I buried my tongue as deep as I could inside her cunt and moved it around. Then I lifted up her crotch, separated her ass cheeks, and began licking her asshole. She groaned and closed her eyes. Then she went silent for about thirty seconds before she began groaning and breathing hard. I spent then next ten minutes alternately licking and fingering her cunt and her asshole.

"Oh, fuck, Cal! You're going to make me cum! Is there time for you to fuck me before he gets here? I'd really like to feel your cock in me."

I quickly looked at my wristwatch. It was already past 7:30. Ben would be here soon. And he might even be early.

But, stupidly, I thought we might have time for a quickie. I dropped my pants and rammed my cock deep into her cunt. After just a few strokes, though, she stiffened her body and pushed me away. "Wait, Cal. I'm sorry, but we'd better postpone this. We don't want Ben finding semen inside me."

So I withdrew my stiff dick and stuffed it back in my pants. Then I sat back down next to Nancy and we held each other close. She was breathing hard. "You had me so close to cumming," she whispered to me. "It's just that our timing isn't too great today."

She kissed me then got up and went upstairs to our bathroom to fix her makeup and otherwise get herself together for Ben. Sure enough, he arrived about fifteen minutes later.

When the door bell rang, she bounded down the stairs and quickly headed back through the dining room and kitchen to the guest room, supposedly her part of the house. My erection had subsided enough for me to open the front door and let him in.

I greeted him and announced that Nancy was in "her" room and would be out in a few minutes. He smiled broadly, insisted on shaking my hand, and sat down in a recliner in our living room. I told him I needed a beer and asked him if he wanted one, too. He did.

So I went into the kitchen, fetched the beers, and peered into the open door of the guest room. Nancy must've heard me coming because she was posing for my benefit just inside the room. She was holding her breasts in her hands and slowly fondling them. As our eyes met, she pursed her lips at me, delivering a sensuous screen-siren kiss from a distance of about ten feet.

I smiled at her and returned to the living room with the beers. My dear wife, just then, was having fun teasing me. She was reminding me that she was an incredibly hot piece of ass, my hot piece of ass, and I was about to turn her over to another man for his pleasure.

And, of course, she knew how intense the feelings she was stirring in me were. We'd discussed them often and at length. She knew that I felt both jealousy and arousal when she was with another man. And, delightful girl, she knew that in these situations my arousal always won out over my jealousy.

Ben and I chatted and drank beer for about five minutes before Nancy appeared in the living room. She was dressed as before, in her short-sleeved white blouse and long dress, but she had taken off her sandals. 

"You cut you hair!" exclaimed Ben, rising to embrace her. 


My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 01



He held her tightly in his arms and tried to kiss her. But she turned her head and wouldn't let him. Laughing, she pushed him away and said, "We've got work to do, Ben. There's no time for fooling around. In fact [she added, turning to me], I just got a call from a friend. I need to be over to her house in about an hour. So we'll need to cut this rehearsal short."

I hadn't expected this. I'd planned to preside over a fairly long and horny scene.

She then sat down on the couch and invited Ben to sit down next to her. I pulled up a chair in front of them and, though I was disappointed over her surprise departure from what I thought we'd agreed on, quickly explained the story line for their act. 

Ben didn't understand what Rob, the sponsor of the event, had to do with it. I told him just to trust me. He was to let the scene develop and do what he was told.

"First," I said, "you see how Nancy is dressed. This is how she'll be dressed Wednesday night. She's playing the part of a middle-class housewife. Actually, she's supposed to be Rob's wife. Our story is that he's desperate and has to literally drag his wife into the performance because the sexy slut who was supposed to be in it didn't show up. In fact, she's so reluctant that Rob has to drug her to get her to cooperate."

Nancy looked at me dubiously. "So I'm supposed to pretend to be unconscious?" 

I explained that she was to seem semi-conscious at first. Sort of in a daze. She'd regain full consciousness as Ben worked his magic on her.

"Remember," I added, "this is a performance for an audience. And, according to what Rob told me, Japanese men really like to watch beautiful white women exposed, fondled, and fucked. So tonight, Ben, we'll work on a sequence where you show off Nancy's girl-parts to these horny guys, take liberties with her body, and get her ready to be fucked."

As I talked to them, Ben placed his left arm around Nancy's shoulder and let his hand fall against her left breast. Soon he was openly caressing it. Watching him almost absentmindedly playing with my wife's breast as he listened to me talking about how he was supposed to take liberties with her body seemed both natural and offensive.

But, of course, he had no idea I was her husband. I wondered if it would've made any difference to him if he knew. What would he think of me? Would he look down on me, insult me? He'd better not. I was pretty sure I could beat the shit out of him if I wanted to. 

I snapped out of this mental side-trip and got the rehearsal, even if it was going to be a short one, going. I told Ben to remain seated on the couch while I (playing the part of Rob, her supposed husband) practiced leading Nancy into the living room from the dining room. I told her to act dazed and confused but submissive. A sacrificial figure.

.We had to make several entrances before Nancy took her role seriously enough to do it right. Ben sitting there laughing at us didn't help. She finally got the right combination of helplessness and mobility mastered, and I laid her down gently in the middle of the living room floor. Closing her eyes, she rolled over on her side in a sort of fetal position with her arms around her knees.

"This is where Ben comes in," I said, gesturing for him to join Nancy.

"For the first ten or fifteen minutes," I continued, "Nancy will be pretty much passive. Don't undress her too quickly. Gradually show them her legs and her ass. And, through her clothes, spend some time playing with her breasts and ass -- that sort of thing. And always keep in mind the vantage point of the audience. As you display her body, keep yours out of the way."

"I think I get it," said Ben, crawling over to where Nancy lay.

Nancy looked up at him and said, "Remember, we need to speed this up a little. So don't be too gradual."

The first thing Ben did was unbend her body from its fetal position and laid her on her back. Closing her eyes again, she went limp.

Leaning down to her, he kissed her on the lips. She opened her eyes briefly but was otherwise nonresponsive.

I went into director mode again. "Now, Ben, you need to turn to the audience -- pretend they're over here where I'm standing -- and ask them if they'd like to see more of Rob's wife's body."

"Do they understand English?" asked Nancy, still lying with her eyes closed. 

"Rob said they'd have a translator and I understand that some of them speak some English," I answered. 

Turning to me, standing in for the group of businessmen, Ben asked: "Would you like to see more of her body now?"

"Yes, please!" I said loudly. Ben leaned over her and began slowly unbuttoning Nancy's blouse. When he'd undone all but the bottom one, he paused and very deliberately caressed both of her lovely breasts through her bra. "These are really nice," he announced, leering at me. "I can't wait to get them in my mouth."

I felt my cock beginning to harden in my trousers. 

He next unbuttoned her all the way and, pulling her upper body first to one side then the other, freed her arms from the blouse. He yanked it from under her and threw it to the side. She lay on her back beneath Ben now in her bra and skirt. Slowly, she drew one knee up.

"That's good, Nancy," I said softly. "Show the audience your panties." Leaning forward, I could just make out a strip of white covering her crotch. 

Ben, meanwhile, was stroking Nancy's exposed belly and kissing her breasts through her bra.

He then raised her up into a sitting position and unhooked her bra. Pulling it over her shoulders, he tossed it on the floor next to her blouse. Nancy just sat there topless for a few seconds still trying to look dazed. 

Ben suddenly lay down on his back, reached up to her, and pulled her over on top of him until she straddled his body. I moved a few feet to get a side view of my wife staring down into his eyes. 

He gripped her body to hold it steady before scooting his body down so his face was directly beneath her dangling breasts. Turning to me, and fully in character, he asked, "Would you like me suck Rob's wife's tits now?"

Nancy turned her head to look at me with a longsuffering expression on her face. I didn't know if she was in character as "Rob's wife," letting a strange man enjoy her body so her supposed husband would get paid by a semiconductor company for a sex show or Nancy, my wife, letting another man enjoy her body because, well, she knew I liked watching her with other men. Maybe it was a combination of the two.

Ben raised his head up and slowly and deliberately licked and sucked first one, then the other, of Nancy's light-pink nipples. He seemed to enjoy making my wife's breasts jiggle and bounce as he sucked her nipples and lashed them with the tip of his tongue. This went on for almost a minute before she lowered herself slightly so she could feed him her breasts as he rested the back of his head on the carpet. At one point she held her left breast in her hand and gave him her nipple as though she were nursing him. 

As much as I enjoyed watching him suck and tease Nancy's nipples, I didn't find this mother-and-baby reminder very erotic, so I suggested that they move on to something else. Ben obliged me (still representing a group of Japanese men) by quickly rolling my wife over on her back. He leered at me and began manipulating Nancy's perfect breasts and pinching, rolling, and pulling her wet-with-saliva nipples until they were fully erect. Then he bent down to resume sucking them. 

"That's better," I said. "It easier to see what you're doing to her tits when she's on her back. Spend a few minutes doing that before you can move on to something else." 

Then I added, spontaneously, "Damn, Ben, you really got her nipples hard! Those guys are going to love watching that."

He kept sucking them, making loud smacking noises as he did.

Nancy, after almost a minute of this, pushed him away from her breasts, and said, "OK, that really feels great, but let's do something else now. I can't rehearse much longer."

Ben rose up on his knees and pulled her up next to him. They squatted there looking at me.

Since they were obviously looking for direction, I put on my director's critique voice: "I like the personality you're assuming, Ben. Sort of like a museum guide showing patrons an exhibit of some kind. And Nancy, you're doing a great job of looking half-drugged and submissive."

I noticed that Ben, though he'd only helped himself to my wife's breasts so far, already had an erection. He looked down at it and laughed. "Do you think I should take off my jeans? My dick could use a little more space."

"Sure, go ahead," I said. 

Nancy remained sitting on the carpet, topless and beautiful, watching him stand up, kick off his shoes, and remove his jeans. He kept on his shirt, white socks, and briefs, which weren't at all adequate to the task of containing his huge hard-on. Nancy had a fair amount of experience with Ben's cock, but she seemed genuinely taken aback by the size of it as it jutted forward -- way forward -- in his briefs. I wondered idly if women had defective cock-memory.

Ben started to remove his briefs, but I told them him to keep them on for a while. He'd need to pace himself in Wednesday night's performance a bit. That probably meant not getting totally naked for another ten minutes or so.

So he kept his briefs on and crawled over next to Nancy. He pulled her to him and gave her a big, lingering kiss. As they kissed he again caressed her naked breasts. Then I heard him whisper to her to get on her knees facing away from me and raise her butt in the air.

He turned to me then and asked, with a smirk on his face, "Would you filthy-minded gooks like to see what this beautiful white woman looks like under her skirt?"

I told him yes, I would. But please, no overt racism on Wednesday night.

He laughed and leaned forward to Nancy's ass. He sniffed it comically, pretending to be a dog sniffing another dog's butt. 

"Does that smell good?" I asked him. I was pleasantly surprised by the improvised comedy.

"Oh, God yes!" he exclaimed. "Up close like this, I can really smell that sweet pussy. I've got to get a closer look at it now."

Reaching down with both hands, he lifted Nancy's long skirt up until it rested on her back. Her ass looked wonderful even covered by a pair of conservative cotton panties. Looking at me, Ben gave my wife's ass a little swat. 

Turning to me, he asked if I thought she needed a spanking.

"Not a real one," I answered. "Pain is definitely out."

"OK, then, I'll just give her a gentle pretend spanking. But first I'm going to have to drop her panties. Would you guys like me to?"

"Yes," I said. He probably didn't notice, but I also had a full erection. I sat down on the couch to hide it from him.

He slowly pulled Nancy's panties down over her ass until they were gathered around her slender upper thighs. He leaned in with his nose an inch or so from the crack of her ass and gave it another sniffing. He said, "Ah, that smells delicious!"

Then, using the flat of his right hand, he gently slapped her ass. I got down on my knees in front of the couch to get a closer look at what he was doing. Because she had her knees close together and her upper body pressed against the carpet, I could clearly see her asshole and cunt lips.

"Ah, yes," I said quietly, "that's a beautiful sight. Show us more of this white woman's forbidden parts."

Ben quickly pulled her panties down all the way to her knees and, after giving that perfect little ass of hers another slightly harder swat, pulled her ass cheeks apart. He grinned at me as he did this. My cock was now twitching with excitement. 

When he licked his right index finger and inserted it slowly into my wife's tight pink cunt -- that delicious cunt I'd been licking and sucking less than an hour ago -- she groaned with either real or feigned surprise and pleasure. Then he removed his finger from her, stuck it in his mouth, and made a show of sucking it. He smacked his lips and said, "Mmmm. Now that's really super pussy."

You said it, brother, I thought to myself. 

I heard Nancy start to say something and stop.

Ben then leaned forward again and began seriously finger-fucking Nancy. Still using only his right index finger, he ran it in and out of her cunt slowly at first. Then he inserted his middle finger, too, and increased his pace. Watching him finger-fuck my beautiful wife, and hearing the little liquid sounds this finger-fucking was making, I touched the swollen head of my cock through my pants and very nearly came.

Nancy had spread her legs slightly. She was obviously enjoying what Ben was doing to her (and of course she knew I was), and I wondered if Ben was thinking about replacing his fingers with his big cock.

Then, abruptly, Nancy put a stop to it. With a surprisingly athletic motion, she freed her cunt from Ben's fingers, rolled over on her side, and quickly pulled her panties up where they belonged.

3. Nancy Takes an Early-out. 

"Sorry, but I meant it. I've got to go now," she announced. "The cab should be here any minute. I called it for 9:00 o'clock and it's already about five of. I looked at my watch and saw she was right. 

As she stood up, retrieved her white blouse, and put it on (without bothering with her bra), Ben looked a little disappointed. He lay on one elbow looking up at her with his big hard-on straining at briefs.

Nancy trotted into the dining room on her way back to the guest room. Carrying her purse, she was back almost immediately, just as Ben was struggling back into his jeans. She walked over to him, knelt down, and kissed him.

"Sorry to leave you like this," she said almost in a whisper. "But this is really important. I'll make it up to you on Wednesday. I'm really looking forward to feeling this [reaching down and gently squeezing the shaft of his cock] inside me."

Just then a car-horn sounded from the street. The cab was here. Nancy stood up and made for the front door. 

"Cal," she said to me as she left, "I'll be back late. I'll use the back door when I come in." Then, turning to Ben, she said, "And I'll see you Wednesday night."

I went over to the living room window and watched her climb into the cab. She hadn't let me in on her plan. I had no idea where she was going or how long she'd be there. When I turned around, Ben had somehow managed to get his big cock back into his jeans.

Fortunately, my own hard-on had partially subsided.

I shot him a sympathetic look (the clichéd "Who can figure out women?" expression) and headed back to the kitchen to get us another beer. I left him kneeling to put his shoes on. When I returned to the living room, he was sitting in the reclining chair, fully dressed. 

As we drank a beer together, I asked him what he thought of Nancy.

I'm not sure he was all that disappointed not to have gotten to fuck her, at least while I was there. I think he considered me, Cal the bossy director, an annoyance. But he was pretty ebullient in her praise.

"She's a really, really good fuck, that's for sure. She's the horniest lady I've ever been with. But you've seen her in action, so you know that. In fact, I even saw you cum in her mouth once. You know, after Karl and I fucked her that time."

"Yeah," I said, trying to dismiss this incident [which I wrote about in 'Nancy and the Produce Man, Part 5'] as a one-time mistake. "She wasn't very happy about that. I think she got so carried away having sex with you two guys that she didn't even realize what I was doing to her. She told me that nothing like that could ever happen again. She only wants me as her non-sexual friend or business partner."

"So, you're not attracted to her? I mean, she's living in your house. It must be hard having someone who looks like that around without trying to fuck her."

"I'm gone a lot of the time," I lied. "And she's gone a lot, too. Believe it or not we don't see that much of each other."

"Well, you're really missing out of a lot if you don't take advantage of her," he said. "I mean, when I said she's really horny, I meant it. She's the only girl I've ever been with that stuck her tongue in my asshole."

Fuck! My wife had eaten Ben's ass? Really? I'd never witnessed this. It must've been during that fuck session I'd only been able to listen to. But she could've at least mentioned it to me. 

I was till thinking about this as Ben finished his beer and stood up to leave. I told him to come by the house on Wednesday at about 5:30. We could all drive down to Palo Alto in my car. I'd like to get there a little early, so we could make any last-minute adjustments we needed to make. 

As soon as he left, I called Nancy. She answered immediately and said she was in a neighborhood bar about a mile away. Could I come pick her up? She said she felt very horny and several guys were already hitting on her.

When I got there I saw she wasn't exaggerating. Two guys, one of them too fat to be interesting to her, were standing on either side of where she sat with her back to the bar and holding a nearly empty glass of wine in her hands. I made my way past them to the men's room, not because I needed to piss but to get a close look at what was going on. 

Pausing a few seconds near them, I noticed that Nancy had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white blouse. As she gestured with her hands while talking with the guys, she was "accidentally" giving them tantalizing partial views of her bouncing bare breasts because, as I mentioned, she'd neglected to put her bra on before leaving the house.

I went into the men's room and washed my hands. Stepping out of the rest room a few minutes later, I looked toward the bar and saw that Nancy was now standing up. The same two guys stood on either side of her and a third guy I hadn't seen before hovered nearby. 

Handing one of the guys her sweater and purse to hold, she suddenly went down on one knee between them and took her time adjusting a strap on one of her sandals. 

I walked toward her as she was doing this and noticed, looking past the hovering guy, that her naked right breast was almost entirely on display to her new acquaintances. If they couldn't see her nipple they almost could.

Knowing that she'd seen me, I continued past the bar and out the front door. When I got there, I called her cell. She didn't answer right away. When she did she asked me in a low voice where I'd parked. I told her I was across the street in the lot of a hardware store. She said she'd meet me there as soon as she could.

As I waited I thought about what Ben had told me. Fuck! Had she really stuck her tongue up his asshole? Would he lie about something like this? I wondered if I should ask her about it.

About three minutes later she emerged from the bar with the better looking of the two guys she'd been talking to just behind her. He was obviously trying to talk her into staying longer. They talked a little more before she pointed across the street to where I was parked. He looked in my direction, a little nervously I think, and immediately went back inside the bar.

Nancy trotted across the street to join me. She got into our car, laughing. "I hope you didn't mind, but I was just having a little fun with those guys," she said.

I didn't mind at all. When she was in a sexual mood, she really couldn't help herself. 

As we drove home, she explained several things to me. She'd cut the rehearsal with Ben short because she didn't feel like fucking him tonight. It was one thing for her to play the role of a submissive, but she didn't want him thinking she really was. She wanted him to know he wasn't the most important thing in her life. So (without telling me her plans) she'd called a cab and had the driver drop her at this bar to wait for me.

When we got home, we raced upstairs and tore off our clothes. We fucked for nearly thirty before I shot my semen deep inside her tight cunt. I was the only guy to fuck my wife today, but I knew that on Wednesday Nancy would be enjoying Ben's cock. As I came I brought up the image of Nancy impaled on that huge cock and melded it with the more benign image of strange guys in a bar staring down at my wife's naked breast as she knelt beneath him. 




My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 01



I was still the main male actor in the drama of Nancy's sex life. Ben was a significant but only a temporary part of it.



My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 02



4. Tuesday

The next morning (Tuesday), after a night of incredible fucking, Nancy got up before I did. She seemed to be in very good spirits. During breakfast she announced that she'd decided to take BART with me to Berkeley. She thought it might be fun to spend some time on the UC campus and in the shops nearby.

She'd seemed especially turned on since her truncated sex-show rehearsal with Ben yesterday. And all the fucking we'd done last night hadn't made her less horny. 

As she was getting dressed, she said something about wondering if college men might still find a thirty-four-year-old blonde like her attractive. It wasn't a serious question and she knew it. 

She'd put on a low-cut, knee-length yellow sun dress and sandals. She made a point of showing me that she wasn't wearing panties or a bra. I knew that anyone paying more than passing attention to her, especially if she were back-lit, could easily make out the contours of her slender 5'4" 112 pound body. And I knew that if she wasn't careful about holding her skirt down in the wind (which, according to the weather channel, might gust between 20 and 25 m.p.h.), or about how she sat or leaned forward, any half-alert person would be able to see a lot more than her contours.

I love it when my wife becomes outrageous like this, especially when she sets out purposely to show off her body. But I still wondered what had gotten into her. Was it foreplay with Ben, followed by a fuck-session with me, or was it anticipation of the performance that she and Ben would be putting on Wednesday night?

On the city bus and on BART I noticed several guys really checking her out. One of them, sitting opposite us on the train, got a fairly prolonged look up her dress. Later, as we stepped out of the Berkeley station to wait for the campus shuttle, a wind gusted and blew her skirt up high enough to briefly expose her from the waist down. I looked around, but apparently it happened too fast for anyone but me to notice. 

I asked her teasingly if she had her dress under control.

"It doesn't look like it," she answered, holding her skirt down with one hand. "Maybe I should've worn panties. Do you think I should buy a pair and put them on right away?"

I said I didn't think so. All she needed to do was exercise normal caution. And if she wasn't always quite cautious enough, well, it was no big deal. "The worse thing that can happen is you make some guy's day," I said. 

The thought that this would probably happen made me want to ditch work and follow her around. I almost never got to watch her around men when she wasn't aware that I was watching.

Unfortunately, several projects needed my attention and I couldn't miss work.

At noon, we met for lunch at a restaurant on Bancroft Avenue. Nancy was still in very good spirits and had a large shopping bag with her. I asked her how her morning had gone.

"I spent a little money on clothes and a book," she answered.

"Did you buy panties?" I asked her. 

"You told me not to, so I didn't. I probably should've because a couple of guys in Starbuck's managed to get a pretty good look at my crotch. I was distracted reading a magazine and wasn't sitting carefully enough, I guess."

"And, of course, you were mortified with embarrassment and quickly closed your legs, right?"

She laughed and, leaning forward to me, whispered, "The thing is I really was engrossed in the article I was reading. So, you know, it took me awhile to notice these guys looking between my legs. By then I figured, what the hell, no need to disappoint them. So I opened my legs a bit more and let them keep looking for almost five minutes. I could tell they liked what they saw. I don't know if they noticed that my vagina was slightly red and swollen from what Ben and you did to me yesterday."

I suppressed an urge to get down on my knees, crawl under the table, and perform cunnilingus on her right there in the restaurant. 

When we finished eating, Nancy said she'd had enough of Berkeley for now and that she was going home to rest up and try to get her mind off what would be happening the next day in Palo Alto. 

Where she and her large-cocked friend Ben would be fucking as a group of strange men and I watched. 

I kissed her good-bye and watched her head down to the BART station. She looked back at me as she walked away and threw me a kiss. As she walked with her shopping bag in one hand and her purse over her shoulder, the wind blew her skirt up several times but never quite exposed her ass.

When I got home I found Nancy in a more restrained mood. We ate dinner without talking much. I finally asked her what had happened to the ebullient blonde I'd been with earlier in the day.

"I decided to be non-sexual for the rest of the day," she said, with mock-resolution. "Seriously, I've been thinking. Right now, I've got two great sex partners in my life -- though I'm not going to string Ben along much longer. In fact, after tomorrow's sex show, I'm going to figure out some way to get rid of him. Last night with you was really special. Maybe that's because, with you, I have an emotional not just a mechanical connection. So I'm going to stick to fucking you, at least for a little while."

"But you're still up for the show tomorrow night?" I asked.

She smiled at me wickedly. "Sure. I'll give Ben the fucking of his life. It'll be my parting gift to him. And I think you'll enjoy it, too."

"Me and a roomful of Japanese businessmen," I reminded her.

"Whatever," she said. "If they get off, too, that's fine with me."

We decided to go downtown to a club where a female friend of Nancy's was singing with a band. I thought she (the friend) was the only good thing about the group. Then we went home and straight to bed.

We lay there for awhile talking about the several domestic matters, kissing, and embracing before drifting off to sleep. Honoring her intention for the day, I didn't try to fuck her.

5. Wednesday, at Last

I managed to schedule a half-day at work so I'd be home in plenty of time to get ready to drive down to Palo Alto with Ben and my wife.

I got home at 2:00. Nancy surprised me by meeting me at the door stark naked. She threw her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. 

"Wow!"" I exclaimed. "Do you always answer the door this way when I'm at work?"

She laughed and said, "Maybe I should. The fact is I was upstairs and saw you coming up the sidewalk."

She then stepped away from me and turned her body around so I could view it from all sides. She looked perfect, like a Greek goddess. "How do I look?" she asked, pretending she didn't know.

Instead of answering, I picked her up in my arms and laid her down, face upwards, on the living room carpet. Then I spread her legs, lay down between them, and proceeded to eat that wonderful juicy cunt of hers. 

She moaned then said, "Oh, Cal. That feels great. But be gentle. I'm a little sensitive down there because I've been masturbating."

I'd noticed when I started tonguing her that she was already wetter than usual. Raising my head from her cunt, I asked, "So you've already cum today?" 

"Oh, God yes!" she gasped. "I've had three or four orgasms. It started when I was getting ready to take a shower after lunch. When I got naked I looked at myself in the mirror. I must be a narcissist or something because I got turned on looking at my own body. I couldn't help it. I had to lie down on the bed and finger-fuck myself!"

I resumed eating her, paying special attention to her swollen clitoris and sticking my right index finger in her tight asshole, until about five minutes later she orgasmed again. Would this make the fifth time this afternoon? She was so loud I hoped no one was passing by on the pavement below. He might think a woman was being murdered.

I had a hard-on, of course. I quickly stood up and pulled off my pants and briefs. 

Nancy, still lying on her back quivering slightly as she recovered from her latest orgasm, looked at my cock appreciatively. Then she said, "Please don't fuck me right now, Cal. Just lie down and let me suck you, OK?"

I did as she asked and, for the next twenty minutes, Nancy alternated between sucking my cock and licking my balls. I finally shot a big load of semen into her mouth. Keeping my cock in her mouth for another thirty seconds or so, she let my semen slowly stream past her lips and run down my softening erection.

Then she straightened up and said quietly, "Thank you, Cal. That was wonderful. I love the taste of your cum. And I love you."

She started to lean down and kiss me on the mouth, but I stopped her. I knew she was feeling romantic toward me just then. And I loved her for it. That didn't mean, however, that I wanted to taste my own (or anyone else's) semen.

Seeing my predicament, Nancy laughed and said, "OK, I'll finally take that shower and be sure to rinse my mouth out. Then I'll kiss you." 

She then stood up and started to go upstairs. I climbed to my feet, too, and walked to the bottom of the stairs. Standing there with my softening cock in my hand, I stared up at Nancy's breathtakingly beautiful ass as she climbed the stairs. 

That perfectly shaped ass a guy twelve years younger than I am would get to enjoy in about six hours.

I hadn't had lunch yet, so (trying to put the image of Ben fucking my wife out of my mind for a while) I went into the kitchen and warmed up some casserole for myself. I could hear the shower running upstairs. I hadn't put my pants back on and felt a little odd puttering around in the kitchen with my dick flopping around. 

At about 3:30 I sat down at the kitchen table, ate my sandwich, and drank a beer. Nancy had finished her shower and I could hear her moving around upstairs. Then, as I was washing my lunch dishes, I heard her coming downstairs.

I turned to watch her enter the kitchen. She'd put on her middle-class-housewife costume, the same one she'd worn during Monday's rehearsal.

"I forgot to tell you that Ben called this morning," she announced. "He's coming by at around 5:00 o'clock. He said something about going over a few last-minute details of our act."

I embraced her. "There won't be a lot of time for that. We need to get going at around 6:00. By then the commuter traffic should've thinned out some. And I want to get there a little early to discuss a few things with Rob."

She reached down and gripped my flaccid cock. "I hope you're not going like this."

I kissed her and said, "No, I'll wait to get an erection. Then I'll be ready."

As I walked away from her, heading upstairs to take my own shower, Nancy slapped my butt and said, "Nice ass!"

I turned around and asked her if it was as good as Ben's.

"Better," she answered. "His is too skinny. Yours is just right."

As I showered I thought about a lot of things. Did I really measure up to other men Nancy had been with? Several of the men I'd watched fuck her had had really big cocks. Most had had cocks about the size of mine, though. Her complimenting my butt took me by surprise. Was she trying to build my ego?

I also noticed, and did a double-take on, Nancy's enema bag on the counter by the wash basin. I guess she'd wanted to clean her body both on the outside and inside. I wondered if Ben had asked her to do this. 

When I came out of the shower and went into our bedroom, she was lying down on the bed leafing through the San Francisco Chronicle.

She looked at me and said, "I thought I'd lie down and rest for a while. Tonight could be pretty tiring and I want to be well rested."

I plopped down on the bed next to her. Looking at the clock by the bed, I saw it was already almost 4:30. Ben would be here in about half an hour.

"What do you think the most tiring part of tonight's performance will be?" I asked. It was a half-teasing question, of course, not meant to elicit real information.

She answered it seriously, though.

"The most tiring part of it," she said, "will probably be trying to stay in character as the drugged and clueless wife having sex to help my husband, this Rob guy, make money."

"You did pretty well in the rehearsal on Monday," I said, matching her serious tone. 

She set the newspaper aside and lay back with her head on her pillow. "Well, it takes an effort," she said. "The actual sex with Ben can be tiring, too, I guess. When he eats me, it's not much work. I just lie back and let him do the work. But when I suck his cock my mouth gets kind of tired. It's less work than fucking him, of course. When he's fucking me I'm always trying to make sure he doesn't go all the way inside me. Because when he does it hurts."

"So you like oral sex with him more than fucking?" I almost asked her if she liked to stick her tongue up his ass. I really wanted to know but didn't feel like pushing it. Likewise her enema. No need to embarrass her.

"To tell you the truth, I do. Sometimes, though, especially when he gets me really excited, I ignore the pain. I mean, he really is almost too large. But, at the same time, it feels really great. It's hard to explain."

I looked at the clock on the night-stand. It was almost 5:00 o'clock. 

Noticing the time herself, she said, "I know, I know. It's time to get into character as Nancy the do-anything photographic model." She quickly got off the bed and started to walk out of the bedroom. Then she suddenly returned to the bed, where I was still lying naked. She leaned down and kissed my cock, which had become partially erect as I listened to her talk about how it felt when Ben fucked her.

Standing up and smiling at me, she said, "You'd better get dressed. If you don't, I might forget all about Ben and stay up here and fuck you."

Just then, I heard the front door bell ring. 

"I guess I'd better get that," she said. "I'll take him back into the kitchen while you get ready. He'll probably want a beer, and maybe I'll have a glass of wine while we're waiting for you."

I listened to her walking down the stairs and opening the door. Then I heard Ben's voice and hers. She made a little squeal and laughed (what had caused the squeal? Had he goosed her, maybe?), and then I heard the two of them walking into the dining room on their way to the kitchen.

I took my time getting dressed. I wanted to leave Ben and my wife alone together for a while. If they wanted to fool around a little before we got on the road, that was OK with me. I knew I'd get to see plenty more later.

When I got down to the kitchen, I came upon a pretty innocent scene. Nancy was fixing sandwiches. "You guys should eat something before we go," she explained. "I'm using stuff from my part of the refrigerator, but you're welcome to some of it, Cal."

"Aren't you eating," I asked her.

She smiled at me and said she wasn't hungry. Maybe she'd have something after their event in Palo Alto.

She really looked the part of a housewife, standing at the kitchen counter spreading salami, cheese, tomatoes, and mayonnaise on slices of sourdough bread. Ben sat at the table drinking a beer and staring appraisingly at my wife's slender body. He knew, as only a few other lucky men did, exactly what she looked like under her long blue skirt and ordinary white blouse.

Ben and I ate quietly, listening to music coming through the open door of the guest room. Nancy had put on a CD of an Eastern European choral group. She'd poured herself a glass of wine and sat down at the table with us. Since I'd be driving, I decided not to have anything else alcoholic to drink.

While Ben was in the guest room bathroom taking a piss, Nancy whispered to me, "He told me he just took a Viagra. I guess he wants to stay hard longer."

I reached under the table and ran my hand up her skirt and over her cunt. I began to slip a finger inside her panties but stopped when I heard Ben flush the toilet in the bathroom. It wouldn't do for him to stumble upon Nancy and me being sexual with each other. By the time he re-entered the kitchen, we were sitting at the table like a brother and sister.

I then headed upstairs again to use "my" bathroom. I left Ben sitting down at the table with Nancy. He said they needed to talk a little more about semi-scripted improvisations their show might incorporate. I'd given them a general idea, but they wanted to think more about a few specifics.

So I gave them another twenty minutes alone before coming downstairs. Sitting on the toilet taking a crap, I thought about my wife giving herself an enema and not eating dinner. Could this mean that was she actually planning on Ben fucking her in the ass tonight? Or was she just getting herself ready in case it happened? 

We didn't pull out of our driveway until about 6:15. Ben sat up front with me and Nancy sat in the back. Ben had offered to ride in the back seat with her, but she told him she wanted to spread out and didn't want a seat partner. 

The traffic was surprisingly heavy and didn't thin out much until we got to San Bruno. Then I was able to travel faster. We got to Palo Alto at about 7:30 and it took me another fifteen minutes to locate Rob's house, which turned out to be a multi-leveled place just above Stanford University.

Rob met us at the door and invited us in. He looked to be in his late forties and was short, dumpy, and very hyper. I think he was on something. He ooed and awed about how beautiful Nancy was and took the liberty of kissing her on the cheek. Leaving us standing in the living room, he disappeared into his kitchen and returned a minute later with a bottle of champagne and some glasses.

He asked us to follow him downstairs to his game room, where what he called "the performance" would take place.

It was a pretty large room. Against one wall was a full service bar with a dozen or so bottles of booze and a refrigerator behind it. At one end of the room were a ping-pong table, a flat-screen TV, and a few pieces of good-will quality furniture. The other end of the room was a carpeted area about thirty feet square. A platform, also carpeted, about two feet high and five feet wide, stood near the center of the area.

Near the platform were a number of folding chairs.

Rob poured champagne into each of our glasses and gestured toward the platform.

"Everything will happen over there," he said, with that silly giggle I'd heard over the phone. Ben wandered over for to take a closer look at the platform.

Then, turning to Nancy, Rob said, "I understand that I'm supposed to be your husband tonight."

I butted in. "Yes, just as we discussed. The idea of this little skit is that you have to use your own wife, played by Nancy here, as a last-minute substitute for the girl Ben was supposed to have sex with. Your wife wasn't into it, so you had to drug her to get her to go along with it. We'll keep her out of sight until you bring her downstairs to meet her eager public."

"Seems a little intricate, but I guess we can carry it off," said Rob.

I explained that it would be hotter if was clear that the woman in the performance wasn't a seasoned sex-worker. He agreed and added that another hotness factor were her relatively small breasts. "Everyone's tired of all those blown-up tits," he said.

Ben walked back toward us, a look of concern on his face. "That platform over there isn't very big. I hope I don't fall off it and take Nancy with me."

"You'll do fine," said Rob. "We've used it before and nothing bad happened. I'll get you some throw pillows, too. But there's something else I'd like to show you."

Rob walked briskly over to a panel of switches on the back wall. He toggled a switch and a light beamed down on the platform, low at first then brighter. The whole platform was suddenly bathed in light. 

Rob continued: "The other lights in the room will be turned way down like this [he dimmed the other overhead lights then turned them most of the way up again]. See? Now the one over the platform will focus attention where it belongs. I can even add color gels if we want to get fancy. What do you think?"




My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 02



"Don't bother," said Ben. "That light will be OK."

Ben dragged Nancy over to the ping-pong table and they spent the next fifteen minutes or so playing. Rob brought several throw pillows over to the platform.

Then he stepped behind the bar. He asked us if we'd like something else to drink. Opening the refrigerator, he got beers for Ben and me. Nancy and he finished off the champagne he'd opened. 

At about 9:00 o'clock he said, "The Japanese guys should be here soon, so places everyone!" He clinked wine glasses with Nancy (they'd switched to red wine) and said, "We'd better get you upstairs and out of the way for about thirty minutes. You can use my bedroom. There's a bathroom adjoining it in case you want to freshen up or whatever."

Nancy downed her wine and winked at me. "So it's time for me to go upstairs to be drugged by my pervert of a husband. Then, golly, what in the world is going to happen to me?" She batted her eyes innocently.

I could see that she was a little drunk.

"I'll see you soon," said Ben, pecking her on the cheek. A brotherly kiss for my wife from a guy who'd soon have her impaled on his huge cock. 

Ben and I stayed in the game room while Rob went upstairs to wait for his guests. I took this opportunity to slip him a tube of AstroGlide gel I'd brought with me. He stuffed it in his jeans pocket and headed to a small toilet by the bar to take piss. At about 9:15 Rob yelled down to us that they'd just pulled up. Then I heard him yell to Nancy, "Just stay there in my bedroom for a while longer. I'll come for you in about twenty minutes! Try to look drugged!"

I heard a commotion upstairs followed by loud male voices, some in English and some in Japanese. This went on for three or four minutes. I heard Rob say something about hoping they hadn't got lost. It seemed that those who'd arrived at the house were waiting for a second vehicle with more guys in it.

Then, a few minutes later, the talk got louder and I heard the front door open again. The second group had arrived, greeted by raucous Japanese shouts and laughter. Finally, after another two minutes of loud talk upstairs, there was a loud thumping and shuffling sound as a group of men descended the wooden stairs.

Rob made it downstairs first. He was followed by seven (I counted them carefully) Japanese men, one of them staying at Rob's elbow. I soon saw that he was the translator. The men had obviously been drinking. They were dressed rather formally (for California) in slacks and dress shirts. Several had on sports coats and ties. They looked to be anywhere between twenty and forty years old. I guessed older Japanese businessmen left late-night dissipation to the younger bucks.

Rob introduced Ben and me to the translator, whose English seemed pretty spotty. He bowed slightly before shaking hands with us. Rob explained that we were with tonight's show, but I'm not sure the translator really understood him. 

Rob quickly moved behind the bar, put on an old disco CD, and, through the translator, took drink orders from the Japanese guys. The translator asked us to call him Ruji. Then, as the guys stood around drinking, Rob walked back to the wall panel, turned down the room lights, and turned up the spot-light over the platform. 

This drew everyone's attention to the platform, of course. The Japanese guys all started moving toward it when Rob stopped Ruji and told him there would have to be a change in the show. He explained that the girl they'd hired had refused to come at the last minute. 

Ruji explained this in Japanese to the other seven guys. They muttered among themselves and seemed at first confused and angry. Another sleezy American ripping them off!

Then Rob told Ruji not to worry because there was another beautiful girl who'd take the absent girl's place. He'd promised them a sex show and he was honor-bound to deliver it. This new girl, Nancy, was actually more beautiful than the other one. And, he said confidentially to Ruji, she happened to be his wife! It was shameful for him to have to use his sweet, much younger wife this way, but his honor was more important than the shame he was bringing on his marriage. 

Ruji said (almost shouted) something that seemed to reassure and calm the other Japanese. Probably something about another girl being available. But it took him a few minutes to explain that this strange American guy would actually let his wife perform in a sex show.

The Japanese guys, about half of them at least, still seemed annoyed. But Rob told Ruji to tell them that his wife was really beautiful and that Ben, the tall white guy, would be having sex with her soon.

That set them chattering among themselves and they again started to move slowly toward the lighted platform. I doubt that the words "honor" and "shame" translated very well for them, though some westerners have a clichéd idea about Japanese men being obsessed with these abstractions. The fact was that they were just drunk, horny guys. They're the same all over the world. 

Meanwhile, as the disco music kept pounding, Ben and I watched Rob run upstairs to fetch Nancy. Ruji came over to me and asked where Rob was going. Maybe he was worried about him slipping away with the electronics company's money.

I told him Rob would be back in a minute with a beautiful blonde they'd really like. I wasn't sure he knew what "blonde" meant, but when I smiled at him and patted him on the back, he seemed reassured. Yes, my little foreign friend, there would definitely be a sex show.

And the star of it would actually be someone's wife, all right.

6. Nancy Makes her Appearance.

A few minutes later, a little after 10:00 o'clock, Rob reappeared at the top of the stairs with my wife. She was leaning heavily on his shoulder, as though she couldn't stand or walk without his help. It took them quite a while to make it from the top of the stairs down to the game room.

Ruji looked at me dubiously. "Don't worry," I said, using special English, "She is just sleepy. She'll have sex with this man soon. She loves to have sex."

This was a careless thing to say, of course. How did I know Rob's wife, whom I'd supposedly never met, liked to have sex? I hoped the English-Japanese language bridge between us was too weak for him to catch me on a small point like this.

Nancy, as she allowed herself to be led toward the platform at the back of the room, was walking more steadily as she approached it. Rob still gripped her elbow, but she now appeared fully able to walk on her own. She looked around her at the group of Japanese men, Ben, and me as though she were curious about our being in her house. But she didn't look afraid or like a victim.

After all, she loved her husband. She'd do anything for him. Even if she had to be drugged to go through with it.

Rob sat her down on the edge of the platform. Sitting down beside her, he kissed her and put his arm around her waist. Then he said, as the men gathered just a few feet in front of them, "These men are here to see you, darling. They want to see you naked. Will you let them see your body?"

She looked at him and, after a short pause, very docilely nodded her head in the affirmative. 

"That's good, darling," Rob continued. "These men want to see you naked and being touched by another man. Is that all right with you?"

Nancy hesitated then nodded again demurely. 

Rob then moved his right hand up to Nancy's right breast and began squeezing it. As he did this, he kissed her again. She didn't seem to be bothered by this, so he put his right arm over her shoulder, reached down into her blouse, and slid his hand under her bra to feel her naked breast.

Just then Ben walked over to the platform and, nudging Rob aside, lifted Nancy up in his arms and kissed her. He said, "My name is Ben. I love your body and know how to take care of it better than your husband does. Let me show your perfect body to these men."

I almost laughed at Ben's stilted speech. 

She kissed him back and spoke a single word very softly, as though half-stoned: "Yes." 

The Japanese men listened carefully as Ruji translated the exchanges among Rob, Ben, and Nancy. Standing on the opposite side of the platform, I noticed that the show's two performers were now commanding their full attention. 

Rob disappeared somewhere over near the bar. 

Nancy's long skirt draped beneath her legs as Ben held her in his arms. The two of them weren't directly under the critical light centering on the platform, but there was enough light for her slender thighs and panty-covered crotch to be seen. Several of the Japanese guys shifted their positions slightly to get a better viewing angle.

I was already getting a hard-on and nothing much had even happened so far.

After holding her in his arms for maybe thirty seconds, Ben gently laid Nancy down on the platform on her back. He then propped a throw pillow under her neck and positioned her body so that her legs, now fully covered by her skirt, were facing most of the Japanese guys. 

He then knelt down and kissed her again. Nancy remained passive at first but soon fully returned his kiss. She kept her eyes closed but reached up behind his neck and rested her right hand there. She wasn't exactly pulling him down to her, but she was definitely welcoming him.

Ben finally broke the kiss and climbed up on the platform next to her. He then began unbuttoning her blouse. He did this very deliberately, grinning at the Japanese as he undid first one button, then two, then three. In order to get to the fourth button, he had to pull Nancy's blouse out from under the top of her skirt. She arched her back slightly so he could do this more easily.

Several of the Japanese had their cell-phone cameras out taking photos and videos of Ben working on my wife's blouse. For some reason, I hadn't counted on this. It was too late to object now, though.

When Ben finished undoing all four of her blouse buttons, he lifted Nancy into a sitting position and quickly pulled off her blouse. She helped him by raising her arms. Cameras on both sides of me were suddenly very busy. She looked vulnerable and very beautiful sitting there gazing blankly at those around her and wearing only her blue skirt and white bra. 

I didn't notice when it happened, but her sandals had fallen on the floor by the platform. 

Ben then reached behind Nancy's back and unhooked her bra. As he did this, she sat there gazing out at nothing as though she were hypnotized. When he pulled her bra off and tossed it on the floor, she brought her right lower arm up to cover her breasts. She made it look like a half-conscious reflex, an automatic gesture to preserve her modesty, but there wasn't any resolve in it. When Ben pulled her arm down to fully expose both of her beautiful breasts, she let him do it without resistance and let her arm relax against her leg.

The cell phone cameras were really busy now. Several guys leaned in to get close-up photos of my wife's gorgeous breasts with their semi-erect light-pink nipples. Ruji sidled over to me and said, in a low voice, "She is young. Her tits are young girl's. My friends like her very much."

Just as he said this, Ben (crouching on his knees beside her) reached for her breasts and slowly began manipulating them. The cameras got busy again as he grinned at the guys and spent nearly a minute caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumb and index finger. When he brought his mouth down to her erect right nipple and started licking and nibbling it, one of the Japanese guys shouted, "Yes. I like it!"

As Ben first licked then gently nibbled her right nipple, Nancy closed her eyes and seemed ecstatic. Her expression didn't change as he moved his mouth over to her left nipple and began nibbling it, too. After thirty seconds or so of this, he stopped and said to the men, "Rob's wife has delicious tits. Just look at her hard nipples."

They did. And watching them looking at my wife (not Rob's) having her breasts manhandled made my now stiff cock begin to throb in my pants.

Ben straightened up then and went back to pinching her nipples, which were fully erect and reddish-pink from being stimulated.

At this point Nancy opened her eyes as though awakening from a dream. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Instead of answering her, Ben pushed her back down rather violently on the platform, pressed his upper body over hers, and kissed her aggressively on the mouth. She made a few feeble moans of protest then seemed to surrender to him fully.

About half of the men had walked around the platform to get a closer look (and photos) of Ben kissing my wife. They also looked closely at how he was mauling her bare left breast in his right hand. When he took his hand away from her breast and reached down to pull her skirt up until it gathered around her waist, though, most of them returned to where they'd been to get a look between my wife's legs.

I stood for quite a while among this little clutch of men looking at Nancy's panty-covered cunt, which Ben had been kind enough to expose for our enjoyment. There was a small but definite wet patch on the crotch of her panties. 

One of the Japanese guys who was standing on the other side of the platform -- he'd been avidly watching Ben playing with Nancy's breast -- tossed a twenty dollar bill on the platform. Looking at Ruji almost defiantly, he reached his hand down to Nancy's left breast and began caressing it. I quickly walked around the platform to see exactly what he was doing. Was this what they would give "tips" for? 

The man, one of the older Japanese, was being very gentle with my wife's breast. Ben of course noticed what he was doing and raised his body slightly to get out of his way. When the man began gently pinching her erect nipple, Nancy moaned.

When Nancy moaned, Ruji broke away from the group and quickly stepped over to where Rob now stood about five feet behind me. "Excuse me, sir," he began, "Can we have permission to touch your wife?" 

"Yes, you may touch my wife," said Rob, loud enough for everyone to hear. "That was our agreement. Besides, I think she likes it."

He then sidled up to me and handed me a large jar. "Since you're her manager," he whispered, "maybe you can collect their tips in this."

I looked across the platform and saw that the older Japanese guy had now bent forward and was licking and sucking Nancy's nipple. He seemed to be doing this very methodically, very confident of how it would affect her.

I walked over next to him, picked up his twenty dollar tip, and put it in the jar. Looking at the others, I indicated that they should put their tips in there, too. Then I placed the jar on the floor next to the platform.

The Japanese men didn't seem to need Rob's words of permission translated. Four of five of them immediately surrounded the platform. Seeing this, Ben lifted his body off of Nancy's and stood up to get out of their way. Despite the brief period of foreplay, the Viagra must've kicked in. There was quite a bulge in his jeans.

Two of the younger men, after dropping some bills in the jar, had reached between Nancy's legs and begun running their fingers lightly over her cunt through her panties. Another guy (depositing his tip) leaned forward and spread her knees apart so those of us with a good vantage point could see more clearly what the two guys were doing to her. They seemed to be concentrating on the wet spot, but their fingers sometimes reached down almost to her asshole.

The older Japanese man, wiping the saliva from his mouth with his hand, stood up to let the younger guys have access to Nancy's beautiful naked breasts. Soon several sets of hands were squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Then they took turns leaning down to suck them. Several hadn't left a tip, but I guess it didn't matter. 

One of the guys who'd been stroking her cunt through her panties briefly reached into them and fingered her. He almost immediately pulled his hands out of her panties as though he were afraid he'd gone too far. 

Over the next five minutes, there was a lot of shifting around among the guys, some pushing their way in to fondle my wife's body while others stepped aside to share her, so it was hard to keep track of who was doing exactly what. I noticed, though, several other hands going briefly inside her panties.

I glanced down into the tip jar and saw that there were quite a few bills in it. 

Finally, someone unsnapped her long skirt and pulled it off her. 

Ben, standing a few feet to my left, began getting undressed. He kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shirt, and (after removing the tube of AstroGlide gel and laying it on the platform), stepped out of this jeans. Wearing only his socks and briefs (which made his hard-on seem even larger than it was), he stood there for a moment watching the confused carnal scene of in front of him. 

Nancy was making little gasping sounds as men she'd never met touched every inch of her body, which was now naked except for a pair of white panties. One guy was even caressing her toes.

The older Japanese man had taken her left hand in his and was pressing it against his crotch. He may have had a hard-on. I couldn't tell.

The scene was almost mesmerizing. Hands and mouths continued to make free with my wife's breasts, abdomen, and crotch. Even though none of them seemed to be getting rough with her, she didn't seem to be enjoying what was happening. Several times, the sounds that escaped from her seemed to signal discomfort or irritation more than arousal.

Finally, after letting this group groping go on for almost ten minutes, Rob said, "That's enough of that, fellas. This young man wants to be with her now."

Ruji translated Rob's statement and, slowly, reluctantly, the Japanese men took their hands and mouths off Nancy's body and stepped back a few feet. Noticing Ben, and the size of his cock, several of them were obviously very impressed. One of them, the comedian in the group I suppose, gestured toward Ben's hard-on, slapped his forehead in disbelief, and laughed out loud.

Seeing this, Ben reached down to his hard-on and, grinning at the men, made a sort of male-stripper's thrusting movement. Who would've known that he would turn into such a show-off?

Nancy, still lying on her back on the platform (and cupping her breasts in her hands as though to protect them from another Japanese onslaught), looked up at Ben. She managed a facial expression somewhere between worry and fright. This was supposed to be Rob's wife, after all, a woman who'd mainly experienced her pudgy husband's probably not very impressive penis. She'd probably never seen a cock the size of this young man's.

One of the Japanese men put his hand on Ben's back and actually shoved him toward the platform. He said something as he did this and the others laughed and conversed raucously among themselves. They apparently wanted Ben to get busy and earn his money. 

Ben obligingly circled the platform, his big cock bobbing impressively in front of him. He seemed to be trying to decide which part of my wife's body he'd help himself to first.

Finally, in a single motion, he pulled off his briefs. His big cock sprang free and jutted upwards at a gravity-defying angle, eliciting audible gasps from the Japanese. He grinned at them again, though it was more like an arrogant smirk, and crawled up on the platform next to Nancy.

He knelt beside her, holding his cock in his hand, then reached down to remove her panties. He gripped their elastic band and tried to pull them off. Since she was lying flat on her back, though, they were momentarily trapped beneath her ass. Ben persisted and soon pulled them down over her thighs, over her knees, and (leaning way forward) over her feet.





My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 02



Holding them in his right hand until he located Rob standing near me, he then tossed them at her supposed husband. This arrogant act was softened somewhat when one of the Japanese guys reached in front of Rob and caught the panties. He held them up to his nose comically and sniffed them. Another guy, laughing, tried to take them from him, but the panty catcher stuffed them in a trouser pocket.

Nancy, now stark naked on the platform, raised her knees and pressed them together. Standing with most of the Japanese guys gathered near her feet, I noticed several of them maneuvering their cell phone cameras trying to get a clear view of her crotch.

Noticing their interest, Ben put his hands on Nancy's knees and slowly spread them. He grinned at the Japanese and asked, "Isn't that a beautiful pussy?"

Ruji translated this, though it was hardly necessary. 

Soon Ben had pulled Nancy's knees as far apart as they could comfortably go. At first, she seemed to resist. But seconds later, she relaxed and, lowering her knees slightly and sliding her feet a few inches forward, assumed a more comfortable spread-wide-open position. From the Japanese there came several "ahs," "oohs," and expletives that probably meant something like "Holy shit!"

No wonder. Nancy's pubic hair looked almost golden under the critical overhead light. Beneath it, her cunt, with its bright pink lips open and glistening with moisture, was almost painfully beautiful. Cell phone cameras, and one larger camera I hadn't noticed before, suddenly got very busy. For several minutes the men took turns leaning in for especially close-up shots of my wife's naked crotch.

None of them tried to touch her naked cunt, though. This surprised me a little since they hadn't been shy about reaching into her panties. As the men feasted on the view of my wife's pussy, she lay with her head rolled to the side and her eyes closed. She looked almost asleep.

Ben, while all this photography was going on, seemed very amused. With a naughty schoolboy expression on his face, he exclaimed, "I've got to get in some of these shots!" 

Saying this, he quickly crawled up above Nancy's head so that his knees were near the rear part of the platform and his calves were sticking out over the edge. Then, looming over her, he guided his cock slowly down to her face until it made contact with her cheek. She didn't respond, though, even when he began playfully slapping her face with it. 

He next leaned way forward until his upper body was resting on his elbows with his face just above her pubic mound. Lowering his mouth to her reddish-blonde swatch of cunt hair, he began running his nose and tongue rather playfully through it. For the next minute or so he took turns nuzzling and licking her cunt hair and lifting his face up to grin into the cameras, which of course were very busy.

Nancy had begun making a low moaning sound, halfway between a waking-up sound and a sound of pleasure.

I walked back to the rear of the platform to see how she was responding to the giant hard-on that Ben was now pressing against her face. From my vantage point behind Nancy's head, I saw that while she still had her eyes closed she was now lying fully face-up. I couldn't see Ben's cock, but his scrotum was pressed against Nancy's mouth and chin and her nose was almost in the crack of his ass.

My own hard cock was getting pretty uncomfortable in my pants, so (looking around to make sure no one was looking) I quickly adjusted it. 

Seconds later, as I watched the back of Ben's head bobbing up and down over my wife's cunt, he raised his butt slightly and I saw that Nancy was now licking and kissing his balls!

She still had her eyes closed, as though half-asleep. I had only occasional glimpses of my wife's lips and tongue moving against Ben's balls. At times his scrotum was too tightly pressed against her mouth for me to see what she was doing.

Then, suddenly, Nancy rolled her head sideways again and groaned. This time it was a fully conscious sound. It was a sound she makes while experiencing intense pleasure. Then I saw the reason. Looking up Ben's back, which was now arched slightly, I saw that he'd brought his mouth forward and down so it was in full contact with her cunt. 

As the Japanese guys, clustered together at the opposite side of the platform watched intently, Ben was now eating Nancy's cunt. The slurping sound only confirmed this fact. 

She groaned again and stage-whispered, "Oh, my God!" Her eyes opened briefly. She might've recognized me standing there with my hand touching my crotch. But she immediately closed her eyes again and said, this time louder, "Oh, God! Oh, my God!"

I quickly trotted back around to the front of the platform where most the Japanese guys were gathered. Just as I got there, Ben raised his head again and grinned into their cameras. His mouth was a sloppy mess. And Nancy's tight cunt, which Ben was now holding apart between the index finger and thumb of his left hand for the men to examine closely, was very wet and more red than pink. Her clitoris was the size of a large caper.

Looking directly at me, Ben asked, "This is making my neck tired. Would you guys like me to fuck this pretty little cunt now?" There was no answer. Ruji said something to the Japanese, but there was still no answer. Since Ben was still looking mainly at me, I nodded my head. 

"Yes, please," I said to myself. "I really, really want you to use that big cock of yours to fuck my beautiful wife. Even if you don't know she's my wife."



My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 03



7. The Performance Continues, with Audience Participation. 

Ben lowered his head to give Nancy's cunt one last lick before getting up on his haunches again. Wiping his mouth off, he reached down and pulled her back up into a sitting position. Next (a little too roughly I thought), he flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. He then positioned her so that her ass was aimed right at where most of the men, including Rob and me, were standing.

Since her knees were fairly wide apart, we were instantly treated to a great view of my beautiful wife's just-eaten cunt and asshole. Her cunt lips glistened under the light, and there was some moisture around her tiny pink asshole, too. 

I leaned in just behind the Japanese guys to take an even closer look. Nancy's asshole looked so small, so tight, that the certain fact that Ben had sodomized her several times with that huge cock of his seemed suddenly unlikely. But it had happened. It really had. And Nancy, after adjusting to the size of his cock, had actually enjoyed it!

Did he plan to sodomize Nancy again tonight?

While I was mulling this over -- contemplating how such a huge cock could be pushed into such a tight orifice -- Ben stepped down from the platform and walked around near Nancy's head, which was on the opposite side of the platform from most of us. Clutching a handful of her short blonde hair in his left hand, he lifted up her head, which had been slumping forward. Holding his cock in his right hand, he guided it toward her mouth.

So sodomy, and even regular fucking, weren't in his immediate plans. For the time being, he seemed content to help himself to my wife's mouth.

About half of us moved quickly around the platform to see exactly what he was doing to her. Three or four guys stayed near her rear-end staring as though transfixed at her waiting-to-be fucked cunt and asshole. 

The first thing I noticed was that Nancy still had her eyes closed. Ben had released her hair, so she was now voluntarily holding her head up. Still gripping his cock in his right hand, he pushed its large purple crown against her lips, which were still closed. 

"Lick it now," he said quietly.

Obediently, Nancy opened her lovely blue eyes and slowly brought just the tip of her tongue out to give the end of Ben's cock several tentative little licks. A few seconds later, using nearly all her tongue, she began slowly running her tongue around the spongy crown of his cock circularly, first clockwise then counterclockwise. She repeated this -- licking the head of his cock clockwise then counterclockwise -- for at least a full minute. 

As she was doing this, Ben looked at the guys on either side of him and announced, "Damn, that really feels good! Rob's wife really, really loves my dick. She'll be sucking it soon."

A flash of anger swept over me. How dare this shithead talk about my wife this way? I actually took a step toward him as though I intended to protect her honor. 

But to be fair, I had to acknowledge that he was pretty much telling the truth. Several times I'd witnessed and listened to Nancy enjoying, maybe even loving, Ben's cock. And, after all, he didn't know she was my wife. So he wasn't trying to insult me. 

Most of the Japanese guys were immobile and silent, as though hypnotized by the scene in front of them. 

Anyway, after a few more seconds of licking the crown of Ben's cock in this deliberate, rather slow way, Nancy closed her eyes again and gave it a very tender kiss. Pulling her mouth away from his dick, she smiled up at him. 

"Don't stop now," said Ben, again very quietly. It was more of a plea than a command.

She started to move her head forward again, and I thought she was going to resume licking his cock, but instead she reached up with her right hand and pressed his huge erection up against his belly so that it reached almost to his navel. She then bent her head sideways and lowered it down and forward to get at his balls. He scooted a few inches closer to her to make this easier for her to do.

Next, moving her head up and down and at various angles, Nancy spent the next two or three minutes very aggressively kissing, sucking, and licking Ben's balls. She was so enthusiastic as she used her mouth and tongue on his scrotum that the slurping sounds could be heard beneath the thumping disco music. In a matter of minutes, she had gone from reluctant semi-conscious wife to out-of-control slut. Soon Ben was holding his own cock up so she could balance herself on both hands as she continued to make love to his balls. 

I suddenly became aware of something going on behind me, near Nancy's rear end. Two of the younger Japanese guys had been leaning in to take close-up photos of Nancy's fully displayed crotch. But now one of them had reached in with both hands and was spreading her ass cheeks further apart so his friend could get even more intimate shots of her.

My erection getting uncomfortable in my pants, I walked back around the platform to get a better view. 

The guy holding her ass cheeks apart grinned at me as I approached him and his friend. There was a third guy, too, sitting in a chair behind them appreciating the view of Nancy's cunt and asshole. I noticed that he'd taken his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. I didn't want to spoil his good time so I pretended not to notice.

My wife continued to lick and suck Ben's balls a while longer until the Japanese guy who'd been taking photos of her cunt and asshole set down his cell phone camera and abruptly inserted his right index finger deep inside her cunt. As he started running his finger in and out of her, she gasped and jerked her head up from Ben's cock and balls.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. 

She tried to twist her head around to see who was finger-fucking her, but Ben quickly seized her head and held it firmly in both his hands. He then pressed his cock against her mouth. This was followed by a muffled squealing sound of protest or maybe surprise. The muffled sound didn't last long, though. Looking past her head, I saw that Ben was slowly thrusting his pelvis forward and backwards in little fuck motions. Since his cock was at her mouth level, I knew he was feeding it to my beautiful, and now quite aroused, wife. 

Nancy, fingered at one end and mouth-fucked at the other, allowed this to go on for a few minutes. Then, tiring of it I suppose, she let her body collapse on the platform so that she was lying on her right side. She quickly slid a throw pillow under the side of her head. 

This sudden body readjustment caused Ben's huge cock to pop out of her mouth and the Japanese guy to withdraw his finger from her cunt. Not to be put off, Ben immediately climbed back on the platform so he could continue mouth-fucking her. He accomplished this by getting on his knees and leaning forward over her while resting most of his weight on his arms.

As soon as he brought his cock down to her mouth, Nancy began sucking it. As she did this, she had her eyes closed and seemed to be in a sort of ecstasy. Ben looked down at what she was doing and gradually forced more and more of his thick cock into her mouth. She freed her mouth from his cock several times long enough to kiss it and tongue-lash its meaty crown, now excited to a reddish-purple color. Then she resumed sucking it.

Suddenly, irrationally, I felt very jealous. Nancy really seemed to love sucking this guy's cock and she knew I was watching. Did she have to enjoy it quite so much? Was this part of the super-fucking she meant to give him before somehow getting rid of him? 

Whatever she was thinking, she continued this wonderful exhibition of cock-sucking for a long time, maybe five minutes. And I noticed that several of the Japanese guys were standing around openly masturbating. Maybe it was a cultural thing. I don't think American men could do this.

Ben finally pulled his cock out of Nancy's mouth and quickly climbed off the platform. The end of his cock was dripping with her saliva. 

"Get back on your hands and knees now," he said quietly. "I'm going to fuck you."

I don't know how many of the Japanese guys understood this, but there was a stir of excitement among them. My jealousy was replaced by a wave of nausea. Knowing that my wife was about to be fucked by some other guy right in front of me (and a bunch of strangers) always caused this visceral reaction in me. The feeling passed quickly, though, and was replaced by a feeling of intense arousal. 

Nancy did as Ben asked. She knelt forward on her elbows with her pretty ass high in the air. Crawling up on the platform behind her, Ben reached down with both hands to spread her knees wider apart. Then, on his knees and holding his huge cock in his right hand, he grinned at the Japanese guys, who were gathered at the end on the platform that offered them the best rear view of the action.

He said, "Rob's wife really has a great pussy, doesn't she?"

Saying this, he reached forward and spread her ass cheeks apart so everyone could get another good look at Nancy's cunt and asshole. She groaned as he did this. My cock was pulsing with excitement in my pants.

Smiling at his audience, he used his thumbs to pull my wife's cunt lips apart and relax them again. He did this three or four times, as though demonstrating his total control over her. Then, holding her cunt wide open, he asked them (and me!), "Are you ready for me to fuck her now?"

Standing next to me, Ruji said loudly, "Yes!" Several other guys said yes, too.

He then crawled up behind her and, in a single motion, buried his cock deep inside her cunt. 

When he did this, Nancy grimaced and made a sound that was almost a squeal. At first, remembering what she'd told me about not liking his oversized cock all the way inside her, I was worried that she was experiencing more pain than I should allow. But when Ben pulled his cock back a few inches, she stopped moaning and whispered something to him over her shoulder. 

He then gripped her narrow waste with both hands and began a slow rocking motion, fucking my wife dog-style using only four or five inches of his cock. Nancy was silent for a few seconds then said matter-of-factly, "Oh, yes." She then resumed a low moaning, a sure sign that she whatever pain there had been had subsided and that she was now fully enjoying Ben's cock.

In fact, she seemed already -- after maybe a minute of being fucked -- on the verge of an orgasm. Her moans had quickly changed to little gasps interspersed with obscene utterances: "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Fuck me like that!"

She was leaning forward on her elbows as Ben fucked her. I saw that a Japanese guy, after dropping some money into the tip jar, was reaching in to her breasts, which had been tossing violently with each thrust Ben made into her. I stood behind the guy as he settled for gripping only her left breast, steadying it firmly in his hand as he squeezed it.

Noticing this, another guy reached in from the other side of the platform to take control of her right breast. They looked at one another over Nancy's back, said something in Japanese, and laughed. I guess they thought it was great fun to grope the breasts of a beautiful blonde woman as she was being fucked by some guy with a very non-Japanese cock.

Seconds later, she came. She was very loud, tossing her head and screaming as Ben thrust into her harder and harder and deeper and deeper and the Japanese guys manipulated her breasts more aggressively. Obviously, she'd adapted to the size of his big cock. As Ben slowed down to a more leisurely pace, Nancy became less noisy and began groaning with pleasure. 

I honestly don't know how he kept from ejaculating in her.

Finally, Nancy slumped forward so that her upper body lay flat against the platform. Ben kept his cock inside her for another twenty seconds or so before pulling it out. Her glistening cunt looked red and rather swollen.

In fact, I'd never seen her cunt look more fucked. But everyone knew more was coming. The Japanese guys, clustered even more tightly around the platform, couldn't disguise their eagerness to see what would happen next. 

I walked over to the bar then. After looking around for a few minutes, I located a roll of paper towels. I tore off several sheets and stuffed them in my pocket. While I was in the area, I went into the small toilet to take a piss. 

When I came out, I realized that something new was happening over on the platform. I heard a loud cheer go up from the Japanese guys and when I rushed over and looked over their shoulders, I saw that Nancy was now straddling Ben's cock and slowly going up and down on it.

She groaned and squealed with pleasure each time she lowered her cunt to take in most of Ben's big cock.

As he lay under Nancy being fucked by her, Ben cupped her perfect little breasts in his hands. My hard cock was now very uncomfortable in my pants, but I spent the next few minutes walking around behind the Japanese guys, taking in from all sides the spectacle of my wife's pale slender body rising and lowering over this guy she'd met while shopping in our local Safeway store. 

Then I stepped back about ten feet, stood on top of a folding chair, and tried to see over the men's shoulders what was happening on the platform. My cock was throbbing and really needed relief. I needed to jack off.

But I stood on the chair a few moments taking in the scene. The spectacle of a tight clutch of men standing around a well-lit platform where my darling wife was being fucked by some guy seemed suddenly very disturbing. Why had I let myself be talked into letting her be used in this way for their amusement? How had I allowed what had begun as an ordinary sexual fling come to this? 

My view wasn't perfect, but I could tell that Nancy had increased the pace of fucking the enormous cock she was impaled on. And, even with the chatter among the Japanese guys, I could easily make out the gasps and half-vocalized noises coming from her, noises that grew louder and more urgent-sounding. When one of the Japanese guys leaned forward to get a lower view of the fucking, I got a better view of the scene.

Because Ben was lying flat on his back without moving much, Nancy's up and down motion allowed her to control the amount of cock she was taking in -- apparently only the first four inches or so of it. Despite maintaining this control, though, her upper body was thrashing around quite a bit. Soon an especially loud groan signaled the approach of another orgasm.

Still standing on the chair, I discretely took my hard-on out of my pants and began stroking it. I didn't want others to notice me, but they were so intent on watching my wife getting fucked that they weren't noticing anything else.

Seconds later, as I listened to Nancy's loud moaning and watched her pale body sliding up and down and up and down on that huge cock, I came in two large spurts on the paper towel. Ah, fuck, it felt great! This was what I'd come here for! As usual, my sexual release was followed a few seconds later by a wave of self-disgust. But it was a familiar feeling, one that was inseparable from the pleasure I derived from watching Nancy receiving sexual pleasure from other men.

On the platform, Nancy seemed really close to cumming, too. Wiping off and replacing my cock in my pants, I returned to the platform and watched as she stopped thrashing around and stiffened her back. She remained frozen for a few seconds, impaled on about two-thirds the length of Ben's cock. Then, with a loud groan, she drove her cunt down hard on his cock. Somehow she managed to take most of it inside her. Then she raised herself up a few inches and I heard her say, "Fuck me hard now, damn it! I want to cum again!"

Ben didn't have to be asked twice. He grabbed her ass cheeks roughly in his big hands and drove his cock all or most of the way up inside her. Then he began thrusting rapidly into that tight cunt of hers over and over and over. The slap, slap, slap sound this made could be heard even over the thumping disco music and the muttering and occasional shouts of the Japanese men. If Nancy was in pain, she sure wasn't showing it.

Fucking her hard, gripping and spreading her ass cheeks apart with his hands as he did, Ben began groaning, too. A few seconds later Nancy cried out loudly and announced her orgasm ("Oh, fuck! You're making me cum!"). 

Nancy had another very loud orgasm. Then she fell forward on Ben's chest. 

A few seconds later, he stopped thrusting and, making a loud grunting noise, shot his semen deep up into her. 

Then Ben and Nancy, both breathing heavily, lay still for almost a full minute. They seemed to be whispering to each other. Standing at their feet, my eyes were drawn to my wife's cunt, stretched to accommodate the girth of Ben's cock, and her tight pinkish asshole that looked like a little target. Several Japanese guys continued taking close-up photos, but most just stood dumbly staring at the lewd scene. 

Finally, Ben slowly pulled his still-swollen cock out of my wife's cunt. He'd obviously pumped a lot of semen into her because a large amount oozed out of her. When she flexed her Kegel muscles, even more dribbled out. Noticing this, a couple of the guys actually applauded. 

Rob (her pretend husband) then surprised me by stepping forward and acting as though he were worried. "Oh, my God," he said. "Can someone please wipe her off? I thought he was going to wear a condom. I don't want him getting her pregnant!"

As Ben crawled out from under Nancy, Ruji translated Rob's (mock) concern to the Japanese guys, who, after laughing about it, seemed to accept the idea that this hot blonde's husband only then realized his wife was having unsafe sex. Two of them (including the oldest one) produced handkerchiefs and, leaning in over the platform, began gently daubing and wiping Nancy's cunt with them. Since Ben was no longer under her, Nancy pressed her upper body down on the platform and raised her ass in the air to allow them full access.

When the older of the two guys stuck two fingers deep into my wife's cunt and began scooping semen out of it, Nancy didn't respond at first. But he kept moving his two fingers in and out of her for quite a while and soon she was moaning with pleasure. I could feel my cock beginning to swell again.

Seeing that she was enjoying what he was doing to her, the older guy -- the same one who'd first sucked her nipples -- removed his fingers from her cunt and, pulling several twenty dollar bills out of his pocket, slapped them down on the platform next to her. Then, looking rather defiantly at Ben (who sat watching him with one leg on and one leg off the platform), he licked his left index finger and inserted it deep into my now very submissive wife's tight asshole.

Jabbering with excitement, all the Japanese guys gathered around to get a better look at what their older colleague was doing. He looked at them with a "watch and learn" expression on his face and began sliding his finger in and out of Nancy's asshole.

She flinched then began whimpering. I wasn't sure at first what it signified. Was she in pain? It didn't seem likely since the guy wasn't being at all rough with her. 

Seconds later it was clear that the whimpering indicated pleasure not pain. If there was any doubt, she dispelled it at once. "Oh, God!" she stage-whispered over her shoulder at the older Japanese guy. "That feels good. How did you know?"

How did he know what? It seemed like an odd question.

A few seconds later, as he kept ass-fingering her, she began moaning. As she did she lowered her head and pushed her butt toward him. Taking this for the encouragement it was, the guy removed his index finger briefly, brought it and his middle finger up to his mouth, and licked them. He growled something at his colleagues which seemed to mean that Nancy's ass tasted great. 




My Wife Performs for an Audience Ch. 03



As the Japanese guy was about to resume his assault on my wife's asshole, Ben said "Wait a second." He picked up the tube of gel from the platform and put quite a bit on his fingers. Then, reaching across to Nancy's ass, he applied a lot of it to her anus. Of course, as he did this he had to insert his slippery index finger where the other guy's had just been.

Looking back at him, Nancy said simply, "Oh, God."

As soon as Ben removed his finger, the Japanese guy (now on his knees on the floor next to the platform) slowly inserted both his index and middle fingers into her well-lubricated asshole. Nancy gasped. Then, as he ran two fingers in and out of her, she was silent for a while. I think she was trying to get used to the feeling two fingers in her ass.

Soon, though, she was moaning quietly. And when she reached down and began rubbing her clitoris, her moaning grew louder. The Japanese ass-fingerer, wearing a very serious expression on his face as though he were performing some exotic ritual, kept it up for another minute or so.

While this was going on, Ben picked up the twenties from the platform and dropped them into the jar with the other tips.

He then stood up and began applying AstroGlide to his cock -- which was fully erect despite his having just ejaculated. As he spread gel on his cock, sort of masturbating as he did, he stared intently at what the Japanese guy was doing to my wife's asshole.

Finally, as though impatient, he shoved the guy aside. As the fingers were pulled out of her, we all got a pretty good look at her slightly gaping asshole, now bright pink and glistening. She stopped rubbing her clitoris and look back at what Ben to see what he was going to do. There was an almost fearful expression on her face.

I knew if was just been part of the act, though. Nancy wasn't really afraid of Ben's big cock in her ass. He'd sodomized her before and she admitted having liked it.

Ben quickly gripped Nancy by the waist and pulled her ass back so that it was even with the edge of the platform. Standing behind her, he removed his hands from her waist and used them to spread her ass cheeks apart. There was an excited muttering among the Japanese guys. Would Rob just stand by and let his poor wife get butt-fucked with such a big cock?

When, after rubbing the head of his cock against her asshole for a few seconds, Ben forced it gradually into her asshole, the chatter got louder and at least one guy applauded.

Nancy squealed and said, "Oh, no! Please! Not all of it!"

I leaned forward to get a close look. The head of Ben's cock had already disappeared inside my wife's asshole, which appeared to be already stretched to its limits. Ben remained stationary for almost thirty seconds as cameras photographed the cock-asshole mismatch. 

Nancy looked back at him with a grimace on her face. Then, despite the evident pain she was experiencing, she slowly -- almost imperceptibly at first -- lowered her head and pushed her body backward so that her asshole gradually took in more and more of Ben's cock. 

Several "ahs" came from the Japanese guys. This beautiful white woman would do anything! 

The Viagra pill Ben had taken was really working. He'd cum in Nancy's vagina only about twenty minutes earlier. Yet here he was still erect (though maybe a bit floppier than before) and sodomizing her in front of a group of foreigners and both her imaginary and real husband.

Ben looked around at his audience with a big grin on his face and said, "Her asshole is really tight. I can tell it's never been fucked."

Nancy groaned again and pressed herself back even further against the big cock. 

Still looking around and grinning, Ben said, "Look at this. She loves it up the ass. Do you like my cock in your ass, Nancy? Does your husband fuck you in the ass like this?"

He shoved his cock another half-inch or so up her ass.

This thrust caused Nancy to gasp loudly. Then her body stiffened and she began whimpering. Hearing this, he slowly withdrew most of his cock and remained stationary for a few seconds. She instantly stopped whimpering but kept her body rigid, apparently resigned to another thrust.

I almost interfered at this point. I didn't want Ben to keep ass-fucking my wife if it was going to hurt her too much. The Japanese guys didn't seem in the least concerned. They were pressing in next to Ben taking numerous close-up photos and videos of my wife's asshole being invaded by the biggest cock they'd probably ever seen.

Ben leaned forward over Nancy and said something to her that I couldn't quite make out. I heard her say "OK" in a barely audible voice. Then Ben straightened up and slowly, very slowly, pushed his cock into her about an inch and a half.

As he did this, Nancy began moaning again. Then I heard her say, almost whispering, "Yes, but not deep. Please not deep."

Ben immediately began rocking his pelvis slowly forward and backwards, sodomizing my beautiful wife. He was careful to use only the first two inches or so of his cock. Nancy began responding with less apparent anxiety. In fact, after a minute or so of it, her moans clearly showed her arousal.

Soon she was very excited and began saying (between appreciative groans) things like "Oh, yes. Easy. Just like that. Ah, shit, that feels good now!"

Ben kept his word and didn't try to bury his cock deeper inside her ass. He kept this up for another five minutes before Nancy approached yet another orgasm. As she got closer, she reached back and fingered her clitoris.

The Japanese guys were loving it. Several took turns reaching over the platform to manipulate her breasts. The rest, except for two of them who were openly masturbating, were taking photos and videos. 

Seeing how fully Nancy's body was being exploited was causing my cock to get hard again. To see my wife the focus of such intense male attention, to see her happily submitting to anal sex for the enjoyment of a bunch of strangers, was too exciting for words.

I know. I know. Having this be a source of excitement for me rather than a source of shame and outrage is itself an outrage. But, hey, I'm not a normal guy and I know it. 

Finally, after almost ten minutes of being ass-fucked by Ben, Nancy came with an almost frightening screech. I'd never heard anything like it before. It filled the room. 

Ben stopped thrusting but kept his cock in her ass for another thirty seconds or so before pulling it out of her. When he did this, I got a brief and rather alarming view of it. It was a round gaping hole! When I'd ass-fucked her, it had never gotten this large.

But then I don't have an oversized cock.

Nancy slumped forward, apparently exhausted, then rolled over on her side in a sort of fetal position. Ben reached down and casually slapped Nancy on the ass. Then, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, my wife's ass-fucker made his way through the throng of Japanese businessmen and headed for the bathroom by the bar.

Rob crawled up the platform and began stroking Nancy's hair, as though trying to comfort her. It wasn't quite that innocent, though. For as he stroked her hair with his left hand he was reaching down with his right hand to her crotch. He was fingering either her cunt or asshole. From my viewing angle, I couldn't tell which.

Tiring of it quickly, Nancy abruptly sat up and pushed him away. She gave Rob a withering look (was she still in character as the compliant wife angry with her husband for humiliating her?) and began looking around for her clothing. A Japanese guy handed her dress to her. Another guy handed her bra to her. Putting on first the bra then the dress, and stepping into her sandals, she was soon more or less dressed. She didn't bother looking for her panties.

Ben, still stark naked, returned from the toilet. His cock had shrunk considerably but still swung pretty impressive. He immediately embraced Nancy and kissed her. She seemed taken aback by this but immediately threw her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. They stood locked in this embrace for quite a while.

Then they stopped kissing and began whispering to each other. What could they be saying now? 

Nancy, looking deep into Ben's eyes, then said very clearly so no one who understood English would miss it: "Thank you. Thank you so much. You were wonderful." She then reached down and took his cock in her hand. "I've never been fucked by someone with a cock the size of yours," she said.

Behind me I heard Ruji translating this into Japanese.

But this display of gratitude and obsequious cock-worship was pissing me off. I knew it was probably just part of the act, but it still pissed me off. 

My wife held Ben's penis in her hand for a few seconds before releasing it. She then turned to Rob and told him she was going upstairs to get some rest. Finally, in the most insulting tone she could muster, she told him not to bother her when he came up. 

She then pushed her way through the Japanese businessmen and disappeared up the stairs into the main part of the house. No one tried to cop a feel as she passed through them. They'd already groped every square inch of her, so what would've been the point?

Watching her leave the game room, Ben seemed to want to say something to her. But he missed his chance. So, in great haste, he got back into his clothes and ran upstairs to join her. 

As Ben mounted the stairs, Rob stood in front of the platform and announced the obvious: "The show is over now, fellas. I hope you enjoyed it. Stop by the bar for a drink before you leave."

Over the next twenty minutes, as the Japanese guys exited the house noisily and got into their vehicles, I collected Nancy and Ben's money from Rob (twelve crisp one-hundred dollar bills) as well as the tip money, which I didn't count.

Ruji left his card with me with his American contact information. He said that if Nancy wanted to come to Japan he could arrange for her to make a lot of money. I told him I'd discuss it with her.

I was eager to get back to San Francisco, and so were Ben and Nancy. So we cut the niceties short with Rob and took off at about 12:30. Just before we left I promised Rob that I'd discuss another sex performance with Nancy. 

On the way back, Nancy rode in the back with Ben. Looking over my shoulder at them, I noticed them cuddling intimately with each other. As we neared home, however, I saw that she had her head in his lap and that he was slowly feeding her his big cock.

I saw that her eyes were closed as she let Ben mouth-fuck her. It was a very languid sex act. Both of them seemed half asleep. Still, they seemed pretty insatiable. 

Was this her way of letting him down gently? She'd told me she was getting rid of him after the night's performance. When would she get around to doing this?

A few miles later, I heard a slight commotion in the back seat. Looking back at them, and saw that Ben was pulling up his jeans and Nancy was sitting upright. Maybe he'd come in her mouth already? Or maybe he'd gotten nervous about what might happen if I went over a bump.

We got home at around 1:45 a.m. Ben asked Nancy if he could stay the night with her, but she told him no. She needed to get a good night's rest and wanted to sleep alone. She said she'd phone him tomorrow. I assumed this would be when she'd kiss him off.

He wasn't very happy about this but finally, at about 2:00 a.m., he drove off. Nancy and I immediately went upstairs, stripped off all our clothes, and climbed into bed.

We talked for a while about her experience with Ben and the Japanese guys ("I loved the whole thing, especially the great orgasms," she told me, "but I got tired of those guys groping and fingering me"). I wanted discuss it some more, but she was exhausted and fell asleep about ten minutes later.

I lay awake for a while wondering about several things. Out of curiosity and concern, I reached down to her ass as she slept and pulled her cheeks apart. I was relieved to see that her asshole, though a little pinker than usual, had returned to its normal tight appearance.

I kept thinking about how my beautiful wife had looked and sounded as she was fucked and sodomized. I'd never seen her quite that aroused and fulfilled. I soon had an erection. Not wanting to wake her up, I quickly and quietly masturbated into some Kleenex tissues we keep by our bed.

Tomorrow, if she was fully recovered, I'd fuck her properly. I felt like giving her a hard punishing fuck because I was still a little angry with her for being so grateful to Ben for what he'd done to her. Even if I'd loved watching every moment of it myself. I guess I needed to reassert my claim to her.

And I'd make sure she stuck her tongue in my ass. I still hadn't quite reconciled myself to her doing this to Ben. Fuck Ben!