Sam did feel much better with a hot breakfast in his gut and he looked at his wife with fondness. “Wow, you really are in a super mood today,” he commented.
“I don’t know,” said Dana lightly over her shoulder. “I know I was naughty last night at the bar, but it really was exciting to have those boys paying so much attention to me. I feel like a new woman somehow.”
“And I bet they paid a lot more attention to you once they got you to Kurt’s place too,” said Sam knowingly.
“Well, sure, I guess so,” admitted Dana, her cheeks burning with shame. “But we really didn’t do anything too improper, I swear.”
“Uh, huh,” sighed Sam, not wanting to call her out on her blatant lie. He felt conflicting emotions swirling within himself. “Of course it made me horribly jealous when you let that ape dominate you like that. But you seem happier this morning than I have seen you in years. And also, I have to admit, it was pretty titillating to feel that I had to compete for your attention again after all these years of taking you for granted. But the whole incident also wounds my sense of manhood.”
Dana turned to face her husband, leaning back on the counter with her arms spread out to steady herself and said nothing.
Sam admired her jutting breasts for a moment before continuing. “I mean, do you want me to be more, uh, dominant in the bedroom? I didn’t know you would be into that ‘50 Shades of Grey’ stuff.”
“Well, I mean, Kurt is hardly a Christian Grey type,” laughed Dana nervously. “He’s a construction worker.”
“That’s not surprising,” said Sam, feeling a cold wash of anger flood his chest.
“But, I mean, no, I wouldn’t say that you should try to be more dominant,” said Dana, looking at the ceiling as she chose her words carefully. “I like how evenly matched you and I are. It wouldn’t be natural for you to act more alpha than you feel.”
“So I am not as alpha as Kurt, then,” said Sam stiffly, feeling his chest constrict.
“Come on, dear,” coaxed Dana, forcing a smile as she looked tenderly at her husband. “You said it yourself, Kurt is like an ape. He’s a rough, animal in many ways. You are a refined gentleman, who has been to college and makes the sort of money for us to live in this wonderful home in this excellent neighborhood.” Dana lifted her arm to point to the lush landscaping of the backyard, visible through the kitchen window. “Would you really want to trade places with a big dolt like Kurt?”
“No of course not,” chuckled Sam, his chest puffing up with a sense of pride at his accomplishments. It reassured him that his wife might have some low sort of animal attraction
this fellow Kurt, but a construction worker like him could never satisfy his wife’s material and intellectual needs. “Besides, we have a pretty good sex life, don’t we dear?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course we do, darling,” said Dana with a fake smile. “But, uh, you know, hopefully this incident will inspire us to have sex a little more often.”
“Right,” agreed Sam, his face reddening in embarrassment. “Well, this whole experiment has shown me, that I have been taking you for granted lately. When I see these other men pawing at you, it reminds me that you are still a sexy woman and I should take advantage of your sexuality more often.”
“Yes, and it makes me feel more attractive too,” said, Dana, brightening visibly as she thought back to the night before. “Anyway, let’s put all that behind us and go spend the afternoon at the Yerba Buena . There is an art exhibit called ‘Public Intimacy’ that I wanted to check out.”
“Ha, sounds particularly apropos,” laughed Sam.
***
Sam and Dana spent a wonderful day in the city, enjoying the art exhibit and an excellent dinner at an upscale restaurant before returning home in a cheery mood. Dana had been receiving text messages throughout the day that she surreptitiously responded to, but Sam pretended not to notice and didn’t let it bother him. He was fixing himself and Dana a drink at home when she received a phone call. Dana let it ring for a few seconds looking up at her husband with a worried expression.
“Who’s that, your new boyfriend?” asked Sam, trying to make a joke of it but feeling a sharp tug of jealousy wrench his innards.
“Uh, yeah,” said Dana. “Can I take this?”
“Go ahead,” said Sam, but he was surprised to see Dana scurry off to the other room for privacy instead of just speaking with Kurt openly in front of Sam. He ground his teeth in annoyance and took a sip of his martini to calm his nerves.
Dana returned presently, her face burning with shame. She sat down quickly and gulped her drink, avoiding her husband’s stern glare.
“So, what did loverboy have to say?” asked Sam sarcastically.
“Um, he is coming over and bringing a friend of his along,” said Dana, grimacing meekly at her husband in fear that he would be upset.
“Well, no, I don’t want him coming over here,” sputtered Sam. “This is our house.”
“I tried to talk him out of it dear, I knew you wouldn’t approve,” said Dana rushing over to Sam and taking his hand. “But he simply refused to take no for an answer.”
“This is ridiculous. We just won’t answer the door then,” said Sam, feeling somewhat fearful. “I mean, I will call the police if I have to.”
Dana forced a laugh. “Oh darling, I think you might be overreacting a little,” she said, feeling nervous and excited at the idea of Kurt barging into her comfortable little domestic life. “Can’t we just be hospitable and offer Kurt and his friend a drink?”
“I have nothing to say to these uncouth clods,” said Sam, raising a fist indignantly.
Dana laughed out loud at her husband’s bravado. “Oh, Sam, look at you. You really have your dander up. Try to relax darling. Kurt isn’t such a bad fellow once you get to know him. He can be quite funny in his own way.”
Sam was about to complain when the doorbell rang. Dana leapt to her feet and ran off to answer the door before he could object any further. Sam’s stomach dropped with apprehension as he heard Kurt’s raucous laughter from the foyer mingled with Dana’s girlish giggles. A moment later Kurt strode into the room with his arm wrapped possessively around Dana’s shoulder with another big meaty man dressed in a rugby shirt trailing behind them.
“What’s up, Sam,” said Kurt, gazing around the room at the opulent furnishings. “Swanky pad you got here.”
“Yes, uh, thank you,” said Sam, nonplussed by Kurt’s brash entrance.
“Hey, Dana, why don’t slip into something more comfortable? Don’t you have some hot lingerie to show off to Serge and I?” said Kurt, looking down at Dana as he crushed her to his side.
“Heh, heh, I don’t think my husband would like that, Kurt,” said Dana, looking at Sam.
“Oh please, what’s Sam gonna say about it?” asked Kurt with a laugh, looking over at Sam with disdain.
“Err, that really wouldn’t be proper,” said Sam, raising a finger in objection.
The rugby shirt fellow snorted with derision, “Is this guy for real?” He flexed his big arms menacingly and Sam felt his scrotum shrinking with fear.
Kurt looked at Sam with confusion. “I really dunno, Serge. I can’t tell. Come on, Dana, let’s go.”
“Honey, we will be back in a moment,” called Dana over her shoulder helplessly as Kurt lead her forcefully down the hallway with Serge following behind rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Sam watched them depart with a belly of ice and knees of jello. “This is preposterous,” he muttered to himself as his hand shook slightly, sloshing the gin in his glass. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and strode boldly down the hallway to the bedroom to interrupt whatever hanky panky was going on. But he found the door locked and could hear all three of them laughing inside. “Honey, open this door at once,” Sam insisted, knocking timidly in spite of his resolve.
Dana gave a shriek of laughter and the two men guffawed loudly. He heard banging around in the bedroom room and it
sounded like some rough housing was going on in there. “Hey, what are you doing, in there?” he called more loudly.
“Omigod, honey, don’t come in here,” exclaimed Dana through the door. “Go wait in the living room, will you darling?”
“This is ridiculous, what are you doing in there?” whined Sam insistently, rattling the doorknob impotently.
“Yeah, that’s hot,” said Kurt with appreciation, ignoring Sam’s pleas.
“Honey, honestly, you can’t come in here right now, uh, I’m not dressed,” called Dana awkwardly.
“You aren’t dressed?” squeaked Sam. “But why are you undressing with those two goons in there?”
“Go away, Sam, and leave us be,” shouted Kurt threateningly.
Sam gulped and crept hesitantly back down the hall. Halfway back to the livingroom, he could hear Serge’s loud bray of laughter and Dana giggling and his face burned with embarrassment. This is really going too far, he thought to himself. How could she do this to me? Undressing in front of these strange men! Sam felt his penis swell slightly at the thought. Why these beasts just barge in here and demand that she model lingerie for them, it’s an outrage. But Sam’s phallus stood stiffly at attention as he pondered the matter and he reached down to stroke himself idly through his pants.
Presently the bedroom door opened and the trio came back down the hall, Dana arm in arm with Kurt wearing nothing but a transparent bra, panties and black thigh-high stockings. Sam gaped in shock and nearly dropped his drink. “Dana, you are practically naked! This is an outrage!” he choked indignantly.
Kurt clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Sam, you really don’t get it do you? Have a seat, Serge, watch this. Dana, please get down on your knees before me, will you?”
Dana flashed her husband a guilty look, “I don’t think Sam can handle this,” she objected meekly.
“Do it,” commanded Kurt manfully, and Dana quickly complied, dropping to her knees before him.
“Man, you weren’t kidding,” laughed Serge looking on with interest from the couch.
“Cup your boobs in your hands and pinch your nipples,” commanded Kurt, looking at Sam to gauge his reaction.
Dana felt a hot flood of passion wash over her, mingled with guilt at putting her husband through this humiliation, but she complied and hefted her generous breasts in her hand, pinching the nipples to make them harder for Kurt and Serge to admire. “How’s this?” she asked.
“You got sweet titties,” grunted Serge in approval.
“Dana, stop that, we can see right through that bra, you know,” complained Sam.
“I know dear, Kurt picked it out for that reason,” said Dana patiently. She noticed the bulge in Sam’s pants. “You seem to like this bra too, dear.” And she pointed her bosom at Sam so that he could admire them as well.
Sam looked at her hard nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her bra and felt his gut knot up with shame, arousal, and jealousy.
“Yeah, we had her try on a few outfits, but this one was my favorite,” said Kurt with a smug grin.
“But I mean, did you look the other way while she, uh, changed into each outfit?” asked Sam, feeling like an idiot for asking, but unable to help himself. Dana looked at him sadly and said nothing while Kurt and Serge just laughed in response.
“I promise I didn’t look while your hot wife stripped naked right in front of me,” choked Serge between chuckles. “I’m a real gentleman.”
“Dana, quit this fucking around and take that damn bra off,” snapped Kurt brusquely.
“You can’t talk to my wife that way!” insisted Sam.
“It’s ok, dear,” said Dana soothingly, as she unsnapped her top and shrugged out of her bra, letting her round white breasts swing free. Sam gasped and choked as he watched his wife’s bare melons jiggling there for Kurt and Serge’s enjoyment. “I mean it’s no big deal to show my boobs, is it?” she asked hopefully.
“No big deal?” croaked Sam in shock. He couldn’t believe this was happening and had a hard time catching his breath.
Serge insolently unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, stroking it while he gazed at Dana’s bare breasts, and she blushed furiously in response, turning away from him slightly.
“What an uncouth ape you are, pulling out your genitals in my home!” complained Sam.
“Oh yeah, we are just getting warmed up,” said Kurt, looking at Sam challengingly as he unzipped his own fly and his fat, stiff rod erupted from his pants.
“Oh Kurt, you are are so hard already,” gasped Dana with undisguised pleasure as she gazed at Kurt’s pulsing penis, just inches from her face.
“Open your mouth, Dana,” said Kurt patiently.
“Oh my god, you wouldn’t!” gasped Sam as Dana glanced at her husband guiltily, but complied, opening her moist lips wide.
“Look at her, she does what I tell her, like a good obedient little wife,” laughed Kurt. “Now watch her suck my fucking dick,” he chortled as he forced his veiny penis into Dana’s mouth and she started sucking it with quiet grunts of pleasure.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” said Kurt with satisfaction.
“Man, look at your wife going to town on Kurt’s cock!” exclaimed Serge, spanking his own monkey lewdly as he watched.
“Dana, how could you do this?” begged Sam with his hands on his head.
“Tell him, Dana,” said Kurt, pulling his cock from Sam’s wife’s mouth.
“Um, Kurt likes to use me sexually,” said Dana pulling on Kurt’s dick with one hand putting the index finger of her other hand in her mouth seductively.
“But why do you let him?” asked Sam in frustration. “You are my wife!”
“Kurt says I need to be dominated,” Dana told Sam honestly. “It’s sort of hot when he bosses me around, isn’t it?”
“NO!” cried Sam. “It’s horrifying!”
“You are such a little bitch,” scoffed Kurt shaking his head at Sam. “Here watch this,” he said pulling his dick out of Dana’s hand and slapping her in the face with his phallus playfully. “Bad wife, bad wife,” he laughed while his wet dong buffeted Dana’s cheek and she giggled hysterically.
“Stop that!” said Sam, rushing forward to intervene finally.
Kurt punched Sam casually in the chest and Sam was flung backward and fell on his ass. He was amazed at how strong Kurt was. His breast bone throbbed painfully from the thump.
“Oh, Kurt, how could you?” gasped Dana crawling over quickly to her supine husband. “Sam, are you OK?” she asked, rubbing his chest vigorously.
“I think so. He just knocked the wind out of me,” said Sam, leaning up on his elbow.
“Kurt, you aren’t allowed to hurt my husband,” said Dana, shaking her finger at Kurt.
“Come on, Dana, he’s fine,” complained Kurt. “I didn’t hurt him a bit. Now come back over here and take your panties off.”
“Yes, Kurt.” Dana touched her husband’s head in a brief show of affection and then crawled eagerly back to Kurt. She lay on her side before him and wriggled out of her panties quickly.
“Man you got her trained good,” said Serge with admiration.
“Dana!” complained Sam sitting upright and looking on in horror.
“He’s just teaching me to be an obedient wife,” explained Dana with a laugh as she kneeled there topless with her furry bush peaking out between her thighs.
“Get on your back and spread your legs,” spat Kurt.
“Yes, sir,” she said, squirming with anticipation.
Sam looked on in horror with his blood running cold as his wife positioned herself on her back before her master with her stockinged legs spread wide, offering her pussy to him submissively.
“Check that out,” Kurt told Serge, pointing down at Dana’s twat. “Spread your pussy lips open so Serge can see some pink,” he commanded and Sam was sickened by how eagerly she complied. She spread her labia wide so that these two crude animals could look right into her moist pink vag
ina.
“Sweet looking cunt,” agreed Serge as he jerked himself. “When do I get a crack at it?”
“Let me drop a load in her first and you can have sloppy seconds,” said Kurt as he dropped down on top of Dana and thrust his cock right inside her eliciting a gasp of surprise from Sam’s wife.
“Oh Kurt, go slow, you are big,” gasped Dana, wrapping her arms around Kurt’s broad, muscular back.
“No. I fuck you as I please,” grunted Kurt as he pumped away, supporting himself on his two meaty arms planted on either side of Dana’s head. He thrust his cock in and out of Dana while Sam just looked on helplessly.
Dana grunted rhythmically in time with each percussive thrusts and spread her shapely legs as wide apart as she could to grant Kurt full access to herself. She looked over at her poor husband sitting nearby and asked, “Are you ok, honey?”
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