Once Trish left, Dave set about seeing what cocktails he could make. First, sorting through the liquor Bob had supplied, he set aside the Vodka, Peach Schnapps and Bacardi bottles, as he had brought all the condiments to make Sex on the Beach and Pina Colada cocktails. Then set aside the bottles of Tequila and Cointreau so he could make Margaritas.
He set the glasses and ingredients out on the sideboard, ready for when they walked in the door. He was trying to keep busy, so he wouldn’t worry about how Trish was getting on sorting out a stripper. The group of guys didn’t arrive until 9:15. Eight of them. They had all consumed a bit of alcohol during the day but seemed steady on their feet and definitely in a happy mood.
Most of them had name badges stuck on their chests. The first guy through the door had George on his tag. Dave quickly assessed that he was the number one alfa in the group as he was organising the other guys into seats and sorting out what they were to drink. He was a big rugby-playing dude, probably six-four, good-looking and well-built.
Dave knew from what Bob had told him they were all about twenty-two, as they had all been in the same class at one of Auckland’s top private schools. The other guys ranged from one that could have only been five-four to a strikingly handsome guy called James, who being eye to eye with Dave, was probably around six-one.
George introduced Dave to Bob’s son, Peter, and then to the other six guys. Dave again tried to remember their names, matching them off mentally with the room cards. They wanted to know when their stripper was arriving. Dave explained she would be coming soon and proceeded to offer them drinks. They all grabbed a beer out of the ice bin. Then George insisted they all had a cocktail as well. So for the next little while, Dave was busy making Margaritas and Sex on the Beach cocktails.
Whilst making the drinks, he listened to them bragging about the golf, which of them was shit at ten-pin bowling, etc. In the meantime, George managed to get a blue movie on the big screen TV. After that, they all settled down and made comments about the assets of the ladies and men on screen.
At 9:40, the phone on the sideboard rang; he snatched it up. “What’s happening?” He snapped into the mouthpiece.
“It’s all sorted; tell them their lady will be there in about 15 minutes. Also, tell them to be easy on her, that she is a friend’s wife and has never done this before.” Trish quietly replied.
“Who have you got? did Silvia jack this up?” Dave yelled back, but Trish had already hung up.
George watched Dave on the phone and could see the worry and hear the tone in Dave’s voice. He walked over to Dave and asked if something was wrong.
Dave explained what had happened and that they had managed to rope in a friend’s very inexperienced wife.
“Christ!” said George. “I hope she’s not some old scrubber. Bob told me you had some young bird lined up, And that she would probably give Pete a blow job if I offered her enough money.”
Dave acknowledged George with a shrug of his shoulders and said that his wife had organised it through the stripper we usually used. “So I’m just as much in the dark as you.”
George had to raise his voice over all the rude comments the guys were throwing at the TV screen and informed them they had some older married woman coming to strip. His statement was met with derisive, crude remarks about what they would do to the old scrubber.
Dave sat down and contemplated what this meant for their business if this all went pear-shaped. He remembered the video camera up on the shelf and wondered if it was worth his turning it on. After ten minutes, he took the remote from his pocket and aimed it at the small hole he had cut over the infrared sensor. What the hell, he thought and pressed record.
The 15 minutes had gone like an eternity; George moved alongside Dave, “Don’t worry mate, as long as she has tits and we get to fondle them, the boys are all a bit too drunk to really care.”
Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Dave jumped up and pulled the door open to find Trish standing outside. She looked elegant and alluring, dressed in an evening gown he had never seen before and black, very high-heeled shoes. The gown was a long Turquoise number with black lace on it, and had a split so high at the side that he wondered if she was wearing panties. Also, it was very low-cut in the front showing her ample cleavage. She had her hair pinned up and looked hot and very available.
Dave half whispered, half yelled. “What the fuck are you doing here? We agreed you can’t be here.”
She reached forward with a ‘keep calm’ gesture and spoke quietly so the guys could not hear. “I can’t get anyone, and I can handle this. We can’t afford this night to go wrong. So please don’t get mad. I’m OK and can handle it.”
Then she stepped past Dave into the room and swayed her hips at the guys, saying. “Right, who’s the lucky groom then?”
The room erupted. There were ‘WooHoo’s,’ ‘get your gear off’, etc.
The guys were all pointing at Pete as he took Trish by the arm and marched her into the second bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
“You can’t do this. They are expecting the stripper to give the groom a blow job and will probably be thinking they can get a lot more. You can’t handle this at all. You have no idea about stripping. I won’t let you do it.” He tried to speak quietly, so they would not hear him out in the lounge.
“Frankly, we have no choice. My wages alone will not cover our mortgage for the next month, so we really do need the money from tonight. And how hard can it be to strip? I can easily handle those young guys.”
The door opened, and George stepped into the room. “What’s going on?” He asked.
Trish stepped forward. “My husband is a friend of Dave’s and doesn’t know I’m here. So Dave is packing a sad and saying he won’t let me do it.”
Dave interjected, “She’s never done anything like this before. If my mate finds out, he’ll kill me.”
George walked over, put his arm around Trish and told her he would sort out the guys and make sure they treated her with respect. Then turning to Dave and said, “Shit man, she has to be a thousand times better looking than the young floozy you had jacked up. She’ll be fine. Get her a drink. I’ll go sort out the guys.” And he walked back out the door.
Dave saw he was beaten and asked. “Where did you get the dress?”
Trish quickly explained; She had gone down to the bar and taken the call from Silvia, saying she couldn’t find her flatmate. Silvia said she had also called the club, but they had two other girls call in sick that night, so that must have been where Ann got the bug. So she had ducked into the hotel Boutique just before it closed. She had a stroke of luck; in that, they had a stock clearance sale. The lady managing the shop shut the door and fitted her up with the ball gown, shoes, and underwear, all for under $1000. “It was a great deal, I got this gown at 50% off, and the shoes were discounted by 70%.
But Dave didn’t appreciate what she considered a bargain. For him, it just meant that more than half their profit for the evening had disappeared and let his disappointment show. “Shit Trish, I’m not happy about this.”
“Look, you said Bob will pass on a lot of business to us if we pull this off. So trust me and support me. I’ll be OK.” And she handed him a little cardboard envelope containing a room key card.
“What’s this?” Dave exclaimed.
“Well, I needed somewhere to change and put makeup on. So I asked at the desk if they could let me use a room, the lady got the duty manager, knowing we were working here, but the best they could offer was a room at staff rates. So we are staying the night.” And she turned, opened the door and walked out into the lounge.
George was up beside her in a flash and took control. He asked her if she had any music with her.
She replied to him. “I’ve never done this before, so all you see is what you got.”
To which George replied. “Well, what you got is pretty dam hot. You just relax. You’ve certainly impressed the guys, so go and get a drink, and I’ll find an MTV channel on the TV. By the way, what’s your name?”
“Maria,” Trish responded.
“The most beautiful word I ever heard.” He sang; it was followed by everyone in the room singing, “Maria, Maria, Maria.”
One clown carried on singing, “Maria, Maria, get your gear off.”
Trish responded, “Boys, slow down. I need a couple of drinks, as I’m very nervous. So go back to your movie or come and talk with me, and make me feel at home.” And then she moved to the bar.
Dave was a bit worried that her mature motherly attitude with them may put a damper on things, but the guys didn’t seem to mind, and all started talking at once. He could hear all sorts of complimentary comments and thought to himself, this may just work. She does look bloody sexy.
“What do you want to drink? There is some very nice bubbly in the fridge.”
“I think I need something a bit stronger. Could you make me a Margareta, please, and don’t look angry at me? I’m only doing this to save us. And I know I can handle it, OK?”
“I’m not angry. I’m concerned for you. I don’t think you know what you have gotten yourself into.” He replied as he mixed her a strong Margareta.
Trish stood quietly waiting for her Margareta, then said. “Just go along with the story, please and try not to get angry. It’s only a little nudity, something you see on the telly every day.” And she picked up her drink and went over to sit between George and the groom.
Dave was left thinking about the costs. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about money when his wife was about to get undressed in front of eight horny young men. But adding the makeup and cost of the room, it looked like the only profit from tonight would be what booze was left over, and that was not to pay the mortgage.
He looked up to see that George had engaged Trish in conversation, and it was apparent he was flirting outrageously with her. He felt a pang of jealousy and a little sorry for Peter, the groom, as it was meant to be his night, and he wasn’t getting much attention. But then he saw George whispering in Trish’s ear, and she turned to Peter, put her arm around him and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. Pete suddenly looked a lot happier with his lot.
The other guys were all leaning in and telling Trish how sexy she looked, each trying to get one up on their neighbour and get some of her attention. They all wanted a kiss, so she got to her feet and moved around, giving them all a very motherly kiss on their cheeks or foreheads. Dave was surprised at how easily she fitted into the role. But it was bloody uncomfortable watching her flirting so openly with all the guys.
George stood, made Trish finish her drink in one gulp and then headed over to Dave. “Fuck! She’s a winner. You’ve pulled a real winner out of the hat there, mate. Another drink for Maria, please and make it strong. It’s going to be a great night.”
Dave mixed Trish another Margarita; he did it remotely, as his mind was processing a thousand thoughts. One part of him was saying don’t make it too strong, or she might get drunk and go too far. Another part of his mind wanted to see how far she would go. The last thought was the more compelling, and he found himself pouring three good shots of Tequila into the glass.
George took the glass from his hand and walked back to Trish. Leaving Dave to evaluate if he had done the right thing in making the drink that strong. He watched her down the Margarita in three big gulps. Then, feeling quite perplexed, he stood at the bar and took in the spectacle before him. He was finding it hard to come to grips with the fact that this sexy apparition was his wife. And what was even more disturbing for him was that she looked totally at ease, standing amongst eight guys for whom, soon, she would be shedding her clothes.
He noticed how the high heel shoes made her arse jut out, accenting her fantastic legs. He could see through the split in the dress that her legs were encased in sheer black stockings. The dress was split high enough to show the bare flesh above her stockings, and another realisation snapped into his mind, she was wearing a suspender belt. Fuck, everything that turned him on, and he was getting turned on, his cock was getting uncomfortable in his pants.
Taking his eyes off Trish for a moment, he noticed he was not the only one getting turned on. He saw a couple of the guys adjusting the front of their trousers. Then, looking back to Trish, he watched her turn to George and tell him to put the music on. As George turned up the volume, she moved to the centre of the room, swaying her hips.
The telly sprang into life with savage Garden singing “To the Moon and Back”. And Trish started dancing seductively, rubbing her hands over her hips and cupping her breasts, then holding her hands high above her head, pushing her breasts out towards the guys. There was instant applause. They were impressed and let her know how they felt with plenty of risqué comments. But considering what they had just drunk in the last half hour and what he guessed they had consumed during the day, they were actually quite respectful of her.
Trish seemed to have forgotten where she was. She was swaying to the music with her eyes shut and had thousands of thoughts racing inside her brain. The rational, intelligent, common-sense actions that had ruled her whole life up to that point were being dulled by the Margaritas she had consumed. Another trait that had always kept her on the strait and narrow and away from rebellious activities was her propensity to be overcome by extreme embarrassment. The drink had managed to negate this as well.
Tonight though, she found that her embarrassment had been overridden by the sexual excitement she was feeling. There were pulses of it racing all over her body. These thrilling little charges were most potent in her cunt. That taboo rule of never thinking swear words, let alone speaking them, had slipped out the window in the previous months. But tonight, in her excited state, she wanted to shout out every filthy word she’d ever heard, cunt, fuck, anus, each word magnifying the thrilling pulses rippling through her body.
She tried to reason what had brought about this sudden departure from the comfortable, sensible life she led. Even to knock on the door that night, she’d struggled against all her basic instincts. But once she stepped into the room, everything changed. The look of awed surprise on these young men’s faces gave her a sense of power she’d never felt before. All the lies, tricks and deceit men had used on her over the years were absent from their faces. Instead, she saw adoration, raw, honest lust that made her feel wanted. No much more potent than that, NEEDED!
The only thing still keeping her slightly grounded and stopping her from succumbing to these desires was Dave standing over by the kitchen.
He had never been jealous of her. On the contrary, he was just the opposite, always encouraging her to wear sexier clothes, hinting that she should shave down below. He had put pressure on her to go without any underwear plenty of times. But she had never put him in a situation like this before. Yet every time she glanced his way, she saw that he looked worried but also seemed to be getting turned on and had much the same look on his face as these young men. That he looked aroused rather than angry gave her the encouragement she needed.
She realised she was daydreaming and had a job to do. She opened her eyes, looked at the groom and lifted the dress hem right up to her panty line, showing the bare flesh above her stockings. The guys all went nuts again and shouted encouragement.
In the brief flash, Dave had of her knickers. He saw they were expensive-looking sheer red material with black lace embroidering. It was the type of lingerie he had bought for her in the early days of their relationship. But something that sixteen years of marriage had changed. He also had a brief glimpse of a red suspender belt and wondered if suspenders would be as big a turn-on for these young guys as they always were for him.
Trish moved forward to Pete and presented her left leg to him through the slit in the dress. She took his hand and placed it above her knee. His hand immediately shot up between her legs, but she waggled her finger at him and moved away.
She moved along the line, swaying her hips in front of the other guys and tried this manoeuvre with them, the third guy she came to was ready, and when she went to move away, he reached forward, arm behind her bum, he slid the other hand up her leg and grabbed a good handful of crotch. Dave braced, expecting her to be affronted, but she didn’t seem fazed at all. Instead, she spun out of his grasp, waggling her finger at him and told him he was a very naughty boy.
She moved back to Pete, bent down in front of him, leaned forward and rubbed her exposed cleavage in his face. George hopped up and got a chair from the dining table, which he placed in the centre of the room. Trish had moved on. She stood before the others and bent over just out of their reach, waggling her boobs at them. George went to Pete, lifted him to his feet, and directed him to sit in the chair.
When Trish turned and saw Pete sitting in the chair, she moved in on him, bumping and grinding her hips to the music. Dave saw that most of the guys were now adjusting themselves, some going further and jerking their cocks through their pants. She backed into Pete, bent over and lifted her dress, so he got a good look at her panties. Again he grabbed for her, but she knew it was coming and moved out of his reach.
She stood, slipping the top of her dress from her shoulders, showing the room one bra-clad breast, then the other. The bra was a sheer red translucent number with black lace that matched the panties, and like the panties, it didn’t hide much. You could see her nipples, and they were standing out hard like a couple of sidewinder missiles. Dave realised she was aroused, as her nipples never got that hard without his working on them with a lot of foreplay.
She motioned George to come and undo the zip on her dress, then closed her eyes and started swaying to the music. She looked tiny beside George, the top of her head only coming up to his chest. George played the part well. He swayed with her, sliding the zip down bit by bit, looking over to the guys and asking if that was far enough. They got very vocal, yelling more, more, more. He then helped her slide the dress down over her beautiful curves and supported her as she lifted one leg, then the other and flicked the dress towards the bar with her foot.
George had not attempted to grope or fondle Trish like the rest of the gang. Instead, he left her in front of Pete and returned to sit on the sofa.
Trish stood in the middle of the room. Her body looked like an invisible corset was constraining it; it was so perfect. Black high heels accented the shape of her butt. Shear black stockings that stopped inches from the tops of her legs, held up by a lacy red suspender belt. Over this were her brief, sheer red panties, the black lace was appropriately placed so that it afforded a slight hint of modesty. His eyes kept moving over her slender waist, up over the firm, lightly tanned skin of her flat stomach, to the full breasts encased in a matching sheer red bra. The black lace on the bra was not so strategically placed, though, as her rock-hard nipples were standing out, trying to push their way through the light translucent film constraining them.
Trish again thought of Dave and glanced to see how he was handling her routine. She was a little surprised to see how intently he was studying her. She saw, by the look on his face, he was just as turned on as everyone else in the room.
Trish turned back to the guys on the settee and realised she was standing there, lightly swaying and caressing her breasts. Her cheeks heated, and her stomach tightened, but she was burningly aware of how this was affecting the young men. She saw that one of the guys had his cock out and was franticly beating himself off. She felt a surge of arousal watching this and fought to get a grip on herself as she realised things were progressing further than she intended.
Realising she was ogling the young man’s penis, Trish tore her eyes away and moved back to stand in front of Peter. She bent forward and rubbed her cleavage in his face again. This time allowing him to cup her breasts and squeeze them before moving back out of reach. She reached back and undid the bra clasp, then cupped both breasts holding the bra in place as she continued swaying to the beat.
Trish turned and sat back in Pete’s lap, with her back to him. She let him lift his hands to her breasts and pull the bra away. Pete swung the bra around his head like a rodeo star to the raucous cheers from his mates. Then, in a lasso-type motion, he threw her bra over to Dave at the bar. His action and the subsequent view of her tits brought a cacophony of Oohs and aahs from the guys as she waggled her magnificent breasts at them. Their applause and excited looks of anticipation gave her the confidence to jut her breasts forward.
She lifted herself off Pete’s lap before he had time to latch onto her breasts and walked around in front of the boys, caressing her tits in front of them. Then moving back to Pete, she sat on his lap with her back to him. He had closed his legs, though, and she had to straddle him with her legs wide apart, and as she ground herself on his lap, she felt his now hardened bulge pressing against her tormented posterior.
George stood and walked over beside her and whispered in her ear. She nodded to him, replied in his ear, and then moved her hips nervously on Pete’s lap again.
George walked over to Dave, took out his wallet and put a $100 note in his hand. “I offered her $100 bucks to take her knickers off. She said to give the money to you. Make sure she gets all of it,” He said, staring at Dave, with an ‘or else’ look on his face.
Dave moved to object and decline, but George had turned away before he could move or say a word, and when he looked over at Trish, she just mouthed to him, “it’s alright, don’t be angry.”
Trish stood up again, Pete trying to hold her in his lap. But she easily evaded the drunk groom’s grasp and moved over in front of George. When she turned and pressed her butt back into George’s face, she faced Dave. He gasped at the sight of her translucent panties. There was a large wet patch, showing clearly a slash of her pink slit. The lips pouted slightly open, a parting in her thick pubic hair. Dave realised that leaving her panties on or taking them off would matter little as the guys would get to see pretty much everything anyway once she turned back to them. And he realised that the vision of that perfect snatch packaged in her wet translucent panties was likely to get her in more trouble than if she was fully naked.
Dave’s cock gave a twitch and hardened, so much so that he had to reach down and adjust it. Trish glanced his way, saw him rubbing himself, and gave him a knowing smile. She waggled her finger at him and mouthed, ‘you naughty horny boy.’
He took a step, intending to stop this going any further. But Trish instantly read his mind, and when he looked back up from the wet patch between her legs, she was shaking her head and giving him a look that said, ‘stay put. I’m OK.’ So he held himself in check and slumped back onto the sideboard.
Swaying her hips in front of George, she started sliding down one side of her panties, then pulled them up again with a look that said, “I shouldn’t do this”. Then she pulled the other side down to the top of her stockings, holding one hand over her crotch, so she wasn’t exposed. Then, with a wiggle of her finger, she mouthed, “It’s too soon”, and she moved back to Pete, straddled his lap and dry-humped his now even more prominent bulge. Dave realised that the guys were getting a full view of her wet crotch, and another stab of jealousy tore at his stomach.
After a couple of minutes, she stood, bent at the waist and backed her arse onto Pete’s face. He grabbed her hips and buried his face, blowing a big loud raspberry for the boys. They were getting pretty excited; in fact, there were now a couple more who had released their rampant cocks.
George exclaimed, “Fuck I can’t take much more of this. Get those panties down, Maria.”
Trish straightened up and started to pull them down, then mouthed, “I shouldn’t”, and sat back in Pete’s lap. But Pete was getting frustrated and attempted to pull her panties down. So she wriggled free of him and moved back to George. Trish slid a hand down inside her panties, cupped her crotch, and with her other hand, guided George’s hand to her hip to let him slide the panties down her beautiful legs. She lifted one foot clear, then used the other foot to flick them over to Dave.
But George was up and over in a flash, snatched her panties from the floor, and gave Dave a ‘they’re mine’ look. He put them to his nose, breathed deeply, and then stuck them in his pocket.
Trish had backed over to Peter and lowered herself onto his lap again, but unbeknown to her and everyone else, Pete had unzipped himself and was holding his very erect prick out for her to sit on. Luckily she sat back a bit far for him, and it missed his intended target, but his prick slid along her sensitive slit and stood proudly between her wide-apart legs.
Trish gave a startled yelp as she realised she had his rock-hard shaft rubbing on her cunt. She made to leap up, but Pete was having none of it and grabbed her hips holding her firmly in place. His rampant cock pressed hard against her very wet slit. He wasn’t particularly large, but his swollen knob was visible to everyone in the room. He started thrusting it against her, but she leaned back and told him to sit still and behave before she called it quits. He stopped moving immediately. But the damage was done. Dave could see all the signs; she was clearly aroused and, with barely noticeable movements, was moving her hips forward, making her clit rub against his shaft.
Trish seemed to finally accept her situation as she relaxed and leaned back against Pete’s chest. But she did modestly place her hand down between her legs and moved his cock away from her slit. However, her attempt at modesty meant she was now touching his prick. Pete’s prick started twitching, and all could see the wet precum seep from his knob. She pulled her hand away as if burned.
Pete moved his hands to Trish’s breasts and tried to tweak her nipples. She snapped to attention and told him he must not touch them, “You can caress my breasts, but don’t touch the nipples.”
Dave knew why she was worried. If he ever wanted to turn he on and have her flooding in her knickers, he just had to play with her nipples. They were one of her most powerful erogenous zones. He could tell she was getting really turned on. He took some comfort in the fact that she was still thinking straight and was attempting to take control of the situation. He knew he should step in and stop this right now. But he rationalised that the Trish he had known for sixteen years would never allow this to go too far, so he stopped himself from interfering and leant back against the bar again.
Pete gave some involuntary thrusts with his cock, and Trish automatically responded with tiny jerks of her own. There was a noticeable viscus white smear of her fluids appearing where she was rubbing against his cock. Her eyes opened wide in alarm. She looked to George and mouthed, “help me.”
Her response gave Dave another twist in his gut. Why had she looked to George for help and not him? But another thought was encroaching on his rational mind, “How far would she go? and when should he step in and bring a stop to this incredulous situation?”
George was up and beside her in a flash. He positioned himself between her and the boys, so they could not see what was said and bent his ear to her mouth. But Dave was closer, and being on the opposite side to the others, he partly heard, partly read her lips.
“I’m going to cum if I sit here any longer. I can’t bear the embarrassment. What should I do?” She whispered to George.
George whispered back to her. “Stand up, turn around and pretend to give Pete a blow job. I will stand behind you and pretend to hump you doggy style. That will thrill the boys and give you some cover and a chance to calm down.”
Trish quickly lifted herself from Pete’s lap, turned and wrapped a hand around his prick, then bent down and rubbed his knob against her cheek. From where all the guys were sitting, it probably looked like she had taken him into her mouth. George moved in behind her, took hold of her suspender belt on each side of her hips and pulled her arse hard against the bulge in his trousers. Then humping into her, he released one hand above his head like a rodeo rider and turned towards the boys, grinning and winking at them. They responded with hoots and cheers and plenty of ribald comments.
Pete, though, now that he had a hand around his cock, was jerking his hips and trying to get himself off. He reached forward with both hands and cupped her breasts. She wriggled her upper torso, trying to stop him, but he was past playing ball and took her nipples between his fingers and thumb and stretched and tweaked them. She visibly vibrated with each rough caress, and the fight finally went out of her. She just slumped forward and relished his touch. Then her backside started to move against George’s thrusts. George noticed the change, and pressing hard against her, he lowered his arm, slipped his belt lose, and unzipped his trousers. He pulled back, slipped his pants and boxers over his hips, and let them drop to the floor around his ankles.
Georges’s cock sprang free; it was large, probably over seven inches. Dave had the best view of them all, he was no slouch in the penis-size stakes, but the monster he was looking at was longer and considerably thicker than his.
Bending his knees, George pressed it back against the crack of her bum. Trish flinched as she felt the bare flesh touch her, but she didn’t object. Instead, she resumed moving her backside, trying to maximise the contact. George pulled away from her, and Trish backed up, trying to keep contact. He reached forward and touched her cunt, like he was feeling the texture of silk. He ran his fingers around her slit, revelling in her copious juices. She thrust back urgently, trying to get his fingers to relieve her desperate need.
Dave panicked but could not move. His mind was racing ninety to the dozen. He knew he should step in and stop this. Here was his beautiful, caring, innocent wife, almost certainly going to be fucked in front of him. Dave’s nature had always been non-confrontational and never caused a scene unless it was impossible to avoid. So the thought of jumping into the fray and causing a huge commotion in front of all these guys stopped him long enough to realise that he was as horny as he’d ever been. And he found himself wanting to see how far this might go. Over the years, he had fantasised about watching certain girlfriends being fucked in front of him. But this was different; could he stand back and watch his wife taken?
He also saw that Trish was past the point of no return and very likely did not want to stop. His many liaisons with women over the years had taught him that often when you did what you knew was the right thing, the woman in question did not see it your way and wound up getting bloody angry with you. So he held himself back and stood still at the end of the kitchen sideboard. Fighting a flood of jealousy, he watched George pull back and then start to feed the full length of his thick cock into his wife’s very receptive cunt.
Trish just let out a low moan and pushed back against him. Then she must have felt the size of it as she jerked up from Pete’s lap and twisted around to look at what was entering her.
Her eyes opened wide. “Fuck! I can’t take that.”
But instead of pulling away, she dipped her head back into Pete’s lap and adjusted her hips to better accommodate all of his massive shaft. George pushed, then withdrew, tried again and withdrew. Each time forcing another half inch into her. When he was about two-thirds in, he stopped and stayed still for a minute, giving her cunt time to adjust.
Trish again twisted around to see what was happening and saw that it was still not all in. An amazed look came over her face, and she looked at Dave. Her face was a picture of lust; Dave had never seen this look before. She mimed to him, “Was she alright.” Not sure of the answer she wanted, he grabbed hold of his raging hard prick through his trousers, pointed it at her, and mouthed, “Look what you have done to me.”
His action must have been the confirmation she wanted as she started thrusting back against George, trying to get the rest of his cock deep inside her. George complied; he started pushing with a lot more vigour and, in only a few strokes, was embedded as deep as he could go. Then he started a steady rhythm of long hard thrusts, holding her hips and pulling her back against him with each stroke.
Pete, meantime, was going to town on her nipples, and George reached under Trish and started manipulating her clit. She went apeshit, arching her back and responding hard against George’s every thrust, then seemed to wake up to the fact she had a cock in her hand. The next strong thrust pushed her forward, and she opened her mouth and took Pete’s cock almost all the way down her throat. Pete, marvelling at his good fortune, responded by jerking himself in as deep as he could get it. Dave expected Trish to pull back at this new onslaught, but she just pushed down on him, trying to get as much of him into her mouth as possible.
The guy nearest to the action stood up from the couch and walked over to Dave. He was much the same height but not as solidly built. Dave took notice of his good looks as he thrust $200 into his hand.
“I’m James, and I’m next. I got to have some of that. Fuck! I have never seen anything like this before.”
And before Dave could react and reject his offer, he turned and moved over to Trish and started caressing her back and shoulders. Using his free hand, he reached under Trish, pushed Pete’s hand aside, and cupped a breast.
This new addition to the action seemed to push Trish over the edge. She came hard. You could see muscles spasming all over her body. Her hips had a life of their own and were milking George as he fought to hold onto her. Pete came as well. Trish just kept sucking and swallowed it all. Something she had only done very recently with Dave. Then George let out a bellow of pleasure, and Dave watched, mesmerised, as Georges’s balls jerked up and down, pumping his seed. All three were emitting loud grunts of satisfaction with George’s every thrust.
As George withdrew, Trish almost fell to her knees. But James caught her as she fell, lifted her against his chest, and turned towards the main bedroom. She looked like a little girl being taken to her bed, except she wasn’t passive. Instead, her hips and buttocks were still twitching with the subsiding orgasm. As James stepped sideways and slipped into the bedroom, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Dave felt a jolt of jealousy surge through him again as e watched her respond hungrily.
Two guys jumped up, cocks in hand and followed them. But George stopped them, tapped his wallet and pointed them over to Dave.
Dave was rigid and ready to explode; he knew he would ruin the evening if he stopped them, but he did not care. The scene he had just witnessed had him wanting to fight someone and masturbate, all at the same time.
However, the sight of these two standing in front of him, their hands grappling to stuff their cocks back inside while trying to hold their trousers from dropping to their ankles, had him fighting to contain himself. Their badges said they were Tim and Zach, and they drew a bundle of notes from their wallets and thrust them in his hand.
Dave put his hand up to stop them, “She won’t want to take any more. Sorry guys.”
“We don’t care. We’ll just watch. Take it.” And they thrust some notes into his hand, spun round and headed to the bedroom.
Dave glanced around the room; George had disappeared into the other bedroom to use the bathroom. Pete was right behind him. Jim, Steve, and Mike were still on the settees, Jim and Steve looking very embarrassed, having ejaculated all over their clothes.
Dave picked up a handful of paper napkins from the kitchen and took them over. None of them could look him in the eye; they took them but were so embarrassed at being caught out by a guy that was probably the same age as their father.
Dave offered Mike a couple of napkins as well. But he shook his head, saying he did not need them. So Dave left them alone and headed to the bedroom to intervene in whatever was happening to Trish.
He stopped at the door, uncertain how to proceed. He must have about $900.00 in his pocket. That was going to pay most of the bills that were piling up. And, as much as he hated it, Trish had willingly done this to save them. And she seemed to be getting off on this game. So ignoring the thoughts about what this would do to their marriage. He decided to calm down and play it by ear for the next half hour. As he figured the worst had to be over.
Entering the bedroom, he saw that James had laid Trish down on the king bed and was lying by her side, gently stroking her stomach and tits. One of the other guys (Ted) had already shed his clothes and was in the process of lying on the other side of her. She flinched away from him and cuddled into James, looking slightly embarrassed. She snuggled into James and sorted out his mouth, willing him to kiss her. Dave felt hurt that she didn’t look around to see if he was there. He could see that she was still excited and wanting more, so he leaned against the wall and tried to calm himself.
Ted moved in against her, and as he caressed her back and buttocks, she relaxed and started to respond to his ministrations. Her bum began to move invitingly against his groin, so he attempted to lift her leg to take her from behind. Trish needed little prompting; she lifted her leg for him and let out a moan of joy as he fed his cock between her legs.
Again Dave struggled with his emotions. She looked so fucking sexy, naked, but for her black tights and suspenders, she was still wearing her high-heeled shoes. She cuddled into James for support as Ted thrust hard against her rear. But the fact that she was still showing all the signs of being physically aroused was exciting, Dave. He was so excited that he could hardly breathe, yet he released his cock and started stroking it in time with Ted’s quickening thrusts.
James was kissing her passionately. This upset Dave much more than the fact he was roughly pinching her nipples. His jealousy was further inflamed when he saw her response. Trish gave a low moan and ardently returned his kiss, his rough treatment of her breasts seemingly awakening some inner desire.
Ted came with a mighty roar, yelling out to everyone that it was fucking fantastic. Trish hardly acknowledged Ted’s brief foray; she was so engrossed in James’ attentions. As Ted rolled away, she urgently climbed on top of James, lowered herself onto his cock and slowly rubbed her slit along his shaft, squashing it between them. Then moaning that she needed him urgently, she lifted, reached down between them and fed James’ erection into her gaping, sloppy cunt.