“Well, uh, I mean,” said Sam, tugging at his collar awkwardly. He couldn’t deny it, but he was mortified for a stranger to be calling him out on his little game with his wife.
“So, what did you think was going to happen?” asked Kurt, leaning his face toward Sam who averted his gaze evasively. “You should have known something like this would happen. But now it’s happened and you are chickening out!” continued Kurt with a sneer of accusation while Sam looked glumly at the ground.
“Now Kurt, don’t be like that,” said Dana helplessly, twisting her fingers in consternation.
“Dana, plant your ass up on this stool right now,” said Kurt sternly. “I am not telling you again.”
Dana looked between Kurt and her husband beseechingly while Sam rubbed his forehead trying to come to grips with the situation. Part of him wanted to grab Dana and run away, but part of him felt that this would be cowardly in some strange way. Dana saw the confusion on her husband’s face and dithered for a moment. Kurt sensed that they were at a crucial point and he slammed his palm down onto the stool loudly, startling both Sam and Dana and making them jump. Dana caught her breath and then climbed obediently onto the stool, but kept her knees pressed tightly together and laid her hands in her lap so that no one could see anything.
“Alrighty then. Now we are getting somewhere,” said Kurt expansively. He clapped Sam on the shoulder good naturedly and then wrapped his arm around Sam’s shoulder. Sam gasped in response and wrinkled his nose at the scent of Kurt’s body odor as he found himself locked under Kurt’s crushing grip. “Let’s have some fun, Sam. This is going to be awesome.”
“I don’t know,” said Sam hesitantly, struggling half-heartedly to release himself.
“You’ll see, you’ll see,” said Kurt confidently. “Ok, Dana, first thing I want you to do is to spread your legs and let us get a look up your skirt.”
“You don’t have to do that, dear,” said Sam, looking at this wife’s stricken face with concern.
“Yes she does,” laughed Kurt. “She has to do everything I say for the rest of the night.”
“Now why would I have to do that?” asked Dana in surprise, looking at Kurt as he nearly strangled her husband in his brawny embrace. Her stomach was fluttering in anticipation as she waited for Kurt’s answer.
“Because you will get off on being dominated,” said Kurt with a confident smile. “Now spread ‘em,” he said bending over slightly.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe we are doing this,” gasped Dana looking around nervously as she slowly parted her legs.
“Dammit, Kurt, let me go,” snapped Sam and he finally freed himself from Kurt’s grip. “Dana, you don’t have to do this,” he told his wife urgently as slid her hands nervously back and forth across the tops of her gorgeous thighs as she opened her legs for Kurt.
“But Kurt told me to,” she said, putting one finger to her mouth. Her belly felt cold and tight as she started to play along with Kurt’s game. She was afraid that her husband wouldn’t be able to deal with it, but she could feel the cool air rushing up her skirt and she realized that her vagina was hot and wet with excitement.
“I sure did,” agreed Kurt bending down to gaze up Dana’s skirt as she spread her legs for him. He caught a sight of her hairy snatch and he grunted with pleasure as he felt his member stiffen. “Yep, that’s a hot cooch alright,” he said.
“Dana, how could you?” croaked Sam. His pulse was pounding in his ears and his chest felt like a steel band was slowly squeezing the breath out of him as he watched his wife show a strange man her privates.
“But darling, this is sort of what we had planned on,” said Dana earnestly, her hands on her thighs as she spread wide to give Kurt a good look at her bush.
Sam glanced around nervously while Dana put her twat on display, fearful that another man might come along and notice. But this area was dimly lit and no one else seemed to notice what was going on. He looked at his wife’s fishnet clad legs and milky thighs as she sat in a strange bow-legged position on the stool and his own erection grew stiffer in spite of his jealousy and anxiety. “But this isn’t how I imagined it,” he whined, motioning at Kurt who was lewdly licking his lips as he examined Dana’s bush.
“I’m sorry, honey,” said Dana contritely, as she sheepishly started drawing her knees back together. “But it does sort of make me hot when he bosses me around.”
“See, I told you, so,” said Kurt turning to Sam with a hurt expression. “She needs someone to show her who’s boss.”
“Ha,” laughed Dana, her eyes twinkling with delight. “You think you are a pretty big man, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do,” said Kurt impetuously, as he pushed himself between Dana’s stockinged knees and wrapped her in a bear hug. “Let me show you,” he grunted, thrusting his pelvis against her insistently.
“Oh wow,” Dana panted in surprise as she felt the rough cloth of his jeans against her tender labia as he ground his stiff bulge into her crotch forcefully. “Mmm,” she moaned with pleasure in spite of her self.
Sam looked on in shock at Kurt’s back, framed by Dana’s beautiful stockinged legs as this trespasser thrust his pelvis forward repeatedly between her legs, basically dry humping his wife.
“Cut that out, Kurt!” Sam chided ineffectually.
“You feel that?” asked Kurt as he ground his phallus against Dana’s bare vagina.
“Oh my god, yes,” breathed Dana, clinging to his back desperately, yearning for Kurt to penetrate her.
Sam listened to wife’s moans of pleasure and watched Kurt’s ass pistoning forward and back for a few moments before managing to pluck up the courage to interrupt. He felt numb and nauseous as he tugged on the back of Kurt’s t-shirt. “Kurt, stop it, you can’t just, just, dry hump my wife like that,” he stuttered weakly.
Kurt looked over his shoulder at Sam and felt a pang of remorse for a moment when he saw how forlorn Dana’s husband looked. So he withdrew from between Dana’s legs and stepped back to catch his breath. He felt extremely hot and flapped the front of his t-shirt back and forth to cool off a bit.
“Wow,” gulped Dana, closing her legs primly and fanning her face with one hand. “That was hot.” She looked at her husband standing there uncomfortably and she felt her heart swell with compassion for her husband. “I’m sorry dear,” she said.
“No, I mean, err, it’s not your fault,” said Sam, adjusting the lump in his trousers and looking around with apprehension.. “Maybe we should go now.”
“But, uh, it looks like that turned you on,” said Dana, gesturing delicately toward the tent Sam was pitching in his pants. “That was spicy, right?” she asked hopefully.
“That was a little too spicy for me,” said Sam forcing a smile as he struggled to slow his rapid breathing. He wiped his sweaty palms against the lapel of his suit coat to dry them.
“Man up, Sam,” said Kurt tossing his head with derision. “Dana clearly wants to get used like a fuck toy. We owe it to her to make it happen,” he said with a lewd grin.
“You are just, I don’t know, maybe the most crass imbecile I have ever met,” said Sam, struggling to look Kurt in the eye as he told him that.
“Ah, pull the stick out of your ass,” laughed Kurt, clapping Sam on the shoulder and nearly knocking him over. “Here, let’s find some random guys and make Dana show them her beaver.”
“No, no, no, we are leaving,” said Sam, waving his hands before him and looking at Dana imploringly.
“You can leave, but Dana is staying. I’m not done with her yet,” said Kurt drawing himself upright and flexing his big arms menacingly.
“Kurt, play nice, won’t you?” begged Dana, putting her hands on her knees coyly.
“Ok, hold on, this guy looks like he’d be into this,” said Kurt tapping a younger man in his twenties wearing a backward baseball cap and sunglasses on the back of his neck. The latter being among the most annoying looks that Sam could imagine.
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“Are you shitting me, bro?” asked the inarticulate young man. Then he looked Dana over, paying particular attention to her legs, whose shape was accentuated by her fishnet stockings. “She’s a total MILF, dude!” he said eagerly.
“I know, right?” laughed Kurt, getting excited. “And she doesn’t have any drawers on. She showed me just a minute ago and it nearly gave her old man a heart attack,” he said waving at Sam dismissively.
“No way, that’s her husband?” asked the young man incredulously.
“They are like swingers or something,” said Kurt nonchalantly. “Want me to make her show your her cooch?”
“We are not swingers!” objected Sam, holding up his index finger in protest. “And I will not stand by while you, you, uh, exhibit my wife to every Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes along.”
“Is this guy for real?” the young guy asked Kurt, suppressing a laugh.
“Yeah, I dunno what’s up with that guy,” said Kurt, giving Sam a confused look.
“Honey, let’s go, I can’t deal with this,” said Sam, turning to Dana urgently.
“Darling, just take a deep breath,” said Dana, her own heart racing with excitement as she carefully avoided looking at the two strange men waiting to see her privates. “Let’s just see where this goes.”
“But I can’t just stand and watch him show you off to every douchebag that wanders up,” whined Sam stamping his foot impotently.
“Ok, well, why don’t you go and get us some drinks so you don’t have to watch this part,” said Dana soothingly, ignoring the chortles of amusement from Kurt and the newcomer.
“You can’t be serious!” gasped Sam.
“Look, you need another drink to calm your nerves,” she said rubbing Sam’s arm encouragingly. “And maybe we are going a little too fast for you to deal with right now, so why not take take a little break and come back in a minute?” She felt like a terribly naughty wife as Sam stood there indecisively. Her heart thumped in her chest and she felt the blood pounding in her ears as she peeked over at Kurt shyly.
“I can’t believe this,” said Sam softly, feeling light headed as he shifted from foot to foot, afraid to leave his wife alone with these apes, but afraid to stay as well.
“Let’s get down to business,” said Kurt cracking his knuckles loudly. “Now spread those sexy thighs and give Chad a peek at that hot snatch of yours.”
“Yes, Kurt,” said Dana, relishing the wrongness of submitting to some man other than her husband as she spread her legs seductively for the young man. She didn’t have the nerve to look at Chad or Sam, but just gazed into Kurt’s eyes as she felt the cool air hit her bare pussy again.
Sam watched helplessly as Chad bent down to peer up her skirt and laughed with delight. “Holy shit, what a fucking slut!” He reached toward Dana’s crotch with his finger and she clamped her shapely legs together suddenly.
“No touching!” she laughed nervously.
“Let him put his finger in there if he wants to,” said Kurt gruffly stepping forward to loom over Dana.
“Please, Kurt! What about my poor husband?” she begged, but she was distracted by the sight of the huge bulge in Kurt’s jeans.
“Do what I tell you. Spread em,” said Kurt with a merciless grin.
“I can’t watch this,” said Sam, putting his face in his palm while Dana hesitantly spread her legs. She looked at Sam with concern as Chad slid one hand up her thigh, lingering on the soft flesh of her inner thigh before probing her labia with a rough finger. She gasped with pleasure as he entered her and gave her husband a look of chagrin as he looked up in response the sound. She felt like a complete slattern to allow herself to get fingered by a total stranger in a bar and the idea excited her.
“She’s wet as fuck,” said Chad excitedly as he pushed his finger in and out of Dana’s vagina while she gripped his arm and moaned in passion. “Let’s take her somewhere and fuck the shit out of her.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” said Kurt.
“Chad, stop,” she begged, amazed at how good this strange young man’s probing finger felt inside her.
“You heard her, stop it,” chimed in Sam, pulling Chad’s arm back away from his wife’s crotch.
“Man, get the fuck off me,” snapped Chad, shrugging Sam off him effortlessly.
“Come on, Dana. You are coming with us back to my place,” said Kurt taking Dana by the arm and pulling her off the barstool unceremoniously. She bit her lip and had to restrain herself from grabbing at the big bulge in his pants as he did so, she was feeling extremely randy at this point.
“No she isn’t,” stammered Sam, dumbfounded by this turn of events.
“Oh yes she is. We are going to take her back to my place, make her strip naked for us and then take turns fucking her from behind while she blows the other guy,” said Kurt, rubbing his hands together with delight.
“But, I just, this is impossible,” croaked Sam. His limbs felt like lead and he was on the verge of passing out from the stress. He felt physically unable to intervene any further. “I am going to call security.”
“Go ahead,” said Kurt brashly. “Dana will just tell them that she is coming with us under her own free will. Well, sort of. She’s doing it because I am telling her to because I have decided that she is my sex slave and she is getting off on submitting to me.”
Dana giggled nervously in response, and smiled up at Kurt with admiration as he lead her away.
“Dana, what are you doing?” cried Sam, trailing behind as they walked away.
“Oh, darling, I promise not to be naughty. Kurt is just trying to get your goat. We are just going to back to his place to, uh, talk,” she said, feeling guilty but excited as she called back over her shoulder. Kurt’s iron grip on her arm increased her lust for him, and she could barely wait to get her hands on his thick cock. She was confident that she could patch things up with Sam later. They had been married too long for this little indiscretion to come between them.
Sam stood there staring in amazement as these two strange men lead his wife out of sight through the crowded bar. His guts were churning with jealousy and shame but he noticed that his erection had not diminished at all. He felt an incredible urge to go home and masturbate for a while. Who knows, maybe they really were just going to go talk, he thought to himself idly, though deep down he knew that wasn’t true.
***
Dana never came home that night and Sam spent the night alone, guiltily masturbating at the thought of these two strangers having their way with his wife until his penis was raw and sore. He woke up late the following morning to the savory smell of sausage cooking in the kitchen. He climbed out of bed sluggishly and shuffled off to the kitchen to find Dana there making breakfast. She had already showered and changed into a blouse and khaki’s and her hair was tied up in a bun. Her skin was glowing and she seems to be bursting with energy.
“Wow, you look chipper this morning,” said Sam, struck by his wife’s buoyant mood as she bustled around the kitchen.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” she chirped, treating her husband with a bright smile. “Yes, I feel simply marvelous this morning. Breakfast is almost ready, want a cup of coffee?”
“Yes, I need one,” said Sam, rubbing his stubbly cheek sleepily and flopping down at the kitchen table as his wife efficiently delivered a big steaming mug of java to him. “What time did you get home?” he asked, trying not to sound accusatory.
“Uh, pretty early I guess,” said Dana guardedly, focusing on the eggs she was scrambling.
“So you slept at Kurt’s house last night, then,” said Sam, clutching his coffee as his stomach churned with jealousy.
“Yes, we, um, talked pretty late into the night and it just seemed to make more sense for me to stay there. He and Chad are such funny fellows. We had a wonderful time, err, chatting,” Dana’s face burned with embarrassment at the bald-faced lie, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Sam the truth and figured he would prefer not to hear it.
“Chatting,” said Sam distantly, staring into his coffee cup.
“Here, have some eggs,” said Dana, her lip trembling with emotion as she saw how dejected Sam looked at that moment. “Food will cheer you up.”
Sam breathed in the delicious aroma of the hot eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns before him. “This does smell damn good,” he admitted as he dug into his breakfast with relish. He put the thought of Dana’s infidelity out of his mind as he consumed his breakfast.
Once they were done eating, Dana briskly cleared the table and was singing to herself as she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher.
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