Shy wife
The young wife came downstairs and paraded herself shyly in front of her husband.
"What do you think?" she asked him coyly.
"You look very sexy," he answered. "You don't usually dress like that."
The shy wife, Linda, looked embarrassed and apologised.
"Sorry! Have I gone too far? Do you want me to change into something else?"
They had been married just over 18 months and it was the first time Linda had been invited out without him. They didn't get out much anyway and both were as reserved and shy as each other. Linda knew her husband Paul was apprehensive and a little worried that she would be pestered all night by men trying to get off with her.
He looked his wife up and down and felt a pang of jealousy at the same time as he felt a stirring in his groin. Linda was only 5' 3" but with the heels she was wearing, an extra 3" made her look totally different to what he was used to. Not only her height but the way they shaped her calf muscles and how they made her skirt seem even shorter. It was a good 6" above her knee with a little slit in the side that made it look very sexy indeed. The white blouse was ordinary enough but Linda had left just one button too many open and showed quite a bit of cleavage. Paul noticed that in the right light her blouse was semi transparent and he was surprised to realise she wore a half-cup bra, much flimsier than the ones she normally wore.
There was something Paul didn't want to ask but had to know. He stood and walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. At the same time his hand rested on her thigh and he looked for the telltale bulge. His heart thumped louder when he discovered he had been right – she was wearing stockings. He was uneasy and jittery through jealousy and slightly angry. Why did she find it necessary to dress like this just for a drink with the girls?
She was the stay at home sort and a friend, knowing how shy and reticent she was with people had decided she needed to get out. After a lot of persuading and discussion with her husband here she was invited to a birthday celebration with a group of women.
"Is the skirt too short – I'll go and change it?" she offered.
It was quite a few seconds before Paul answered. He didn't want his wife to attract the attention of other men but at the same time there was something in him that found it a thrill to think his shy wife would be admired by other men. If only he could be a fly on the wall. Even though he was scared of what might happen he reluctantly shook his head and said, "No, it's OK - I'm just being silly."
"I've got my key, I'll try not to wake you when I come in," Linda said.
"What? How late will you be?" asked Paul.
"Didn't I tell you we are going to a club after the pubs close? That's where the party really is."
"No you didn't," he said slowly. His mind raced – she would be dancing with other men and flirting with them. They would want to take her home and touch her.
"You'll be dancing then?" he asked rather stupidly.
"Well – I suppose so," Linda answered.
"With men?" he said.
"If they ask, yes. Is that OK? I expect most of the time we will be talking or dancing around our handbags!" she said laughing.
Paul wasn't sure how he felt – his wife dancing and laughing with other men – what would happen later. His penis was now very hard in spite of his trepidation. Looking at his wife he could make out her nipples showing through her blouse.
"Have a good time," he said, "But don't forget you're married."
"I think if I had to misbehave – someone would tell you," she assured him.
"Is that the only thing stopping you?" he snapped at her.
Linda laughed nervously but didn't bother answering. It was then that the doorbell rang and Linda rushed to kiss her husband goodbye and ran out for the mini-bus. Paul watched her arse beneath her tight skirt as she climbed into the vehicle. As he stroked his cock he thought of his shy innocent wife – but who knows if she'll stay that way when there would be men ready to tempt her?
After visiting a few establishments Linda decided to slow down on the drink. She wasn't a seasoned drinker and had no intentions of becoming drunk or making her-self ill. The party of women settled down and sat quietly in a lounge quietly talking. It was then that Linda noticed how a certain man kept eyeing her up. He was older than her, about 35yrs. against her 23 and although he unsettled her she found his attentions a little exciting. She noticed he was quite good-looking, in fact the group of men he was with were all, in her opinion quite dishy. Soon it was time to move on and as they made their way out to go on to a club the man winked at her and smiled. She was almost sorry to be leaving the bar.
Throughout the evening Linda had a good time. Even though noisy clubs weren't really her scene she enjoyed the change and with the help of the drink managed to let her hair down. Her husband Paul hardly came into her thoughts. Men asked her to dance, and after awhile the women became more split up as they either danced or they went off with a man to chat or get some air. Linda was increasingly becoming aware that she was being left on her own. It was then that she spotted the man from the bar – and he was still eyeing her up.
A slob of a man came and put his hand around her waist and asked her to dance. Linda refused and asked him to not to touch her but the man persisted. As she looked round for her friends she spotted her admirer walking toward her. She would ask for his help, she thought. It wasn't necessary, suddenly the slob seemed to levitate from the ground and the next time he was able to focus he was on the floor looking at the ceiling.
The admirer, who was now her hero, took her arm and guided her away as two of his friends removed the man and deposited him in the hands of two very big doormen. Linda, a little scared was very impressed at the quiet efficiency of how the man was dealt with. She felt safe now and allowed herself to be guided away. Friends were forgotten as she spent the best part of the next hour chatting with her companion and getting to know all about him. He learnt all about her too and her glass was filled more times than one. She felt happy, carefree and very attracted to Carl, her new man friend.
What brought her back to earth was the voice of the woman she had come out with.
"Are you OK to get a taxi when you're ready to go?"
"What do you mean – I'll come home with you if you're leaving?" said Linda.
"Look – I'm not going home yet but I'm leaving," she told Linda. "With a man I've met," she added, looking as though that should explain everything.
Linda was a bit taken aback at being deserted by her friend and asked, "Where are the others?"
"Who knows?" said the woman, "Some have already left – I've been busy!"
As Linda was about to protest at her friends attitude she was cut short by the fact that the woman rushed off to join her boyfriend. This was totally unexpected and Linda thought it was quite a nasty thing to do to ask someone out and then leave them. What would her husband say if he knew they had all been picked up by men and gone off with them? He would wonder why she was returning alone.
"I'd better leave and find a taxi," she told Carl.
"Don't worry, one of the guys doesn't drink and he's driven us here. We'll see you get home you don't live far away. It's not too late yet."
Another drink, another half-hour and Linda found herself sat on a small sofa in a corner with Carl.
"These seats are here for couples to get romantic," he said. "Let's make use of them."
With that he pulled Linda toward him and as one hand went round her waist the other stopped her hand from resisting and he kissed her full on the lips.
"You shouldn't have done that!" she uttered a minute later, "I'm married."
"No one knows – and no one 's taking any notice. Just relax and enjoy a bit of fun. It's so busy in here and everyone's into their own thing by now – nobody's worried what we do. In any case – all my friends are stood round blocking the view."
He kissed her again and although she was shocked she felt a thrill shoot through her. It had been a while since any other man had touched her. He was almost covering her as his hands started to wander and crept to her breasts. Her own hand, the other being trapped between them came up to ward off the assault. It was grabbed firmly and pulled down to her side where he could restrain her with the arm he had round her.
"It's OK!" he whispered to her. "I know you are a bit scared because you're married but you like the feel of this really don't you? Relax and enjoy it – it might be a while before you get a taste of freedom again. You're nipples are erect – you're aroused."
His hands worked on her breasts as he kissed her neck and earlobe that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. This sort of stuff she had only ever read about. As his fingers slipped inside her blouse she opened her eyes wide shocked that as they were in a public place people would surely be looking. Her eyes darted round checking that they didn't have an audience. No one seemed too interested, except she noted two of his friend who leered down at her. In spite of their lewd looks she couldn't help but think how good looking they also were.
She became embarrassed as while as the other two were watching Carl undid another button and let his fingers slip inside her bra to play with her nipples.
"Does that feel nice?" he asked her.
"Please!" begged Linda, "You're going too far, stop it now."
"Don't worry, we'll take you home now. Just let's have a couple of more minutes tasting that lovely mouth of yours," persuaded Carl.
He turned her head and kissed her hard on the lips forcing his tongue into her mouth. Still holding her down his spare hand returned to her tits and he began to knead and squeeze them. It was impossible for Linda not to respond and become even more aroused. Even though the man was taking liberties with her and scaring her a little she nevertheless found him exciting and attractive. Her eyes peeped open to see the two others drooling over the sight of her almost naked right breast that their friend was massaging. Shifting her glance she realised that the other men in the group were now paying close attention to them.
Her head spun, never before had she been the desire of so many men. Never before had she been so daring. She was very aroused and told herself that it would probably never happen again and she should make the most of it. Carl was right, no one would find out – it was only a bit of flirting and sexy fun. She would let him carry on playing with her tits and kissing her – she liked it – especially when he kissed the nape of her neck. It sent a thrill down her spine – and she was able to see how his friends ogled her tits – and look at the bulges of their hard cocks through their trousers. She was proud that she had been the cause of their titillation. Anyway, she told herself, they were going to take her home soon so it would all be coming to an end shortly.
A few more minutes passed and Linda was lost in the pleasure of the moment. Now her hands began to explore his body as she responded more and more to his touch. What a pity they hadn't started this sooner. She became aware of another button on her blouse being undone.
"No!" she hissed, "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" he asked as though he was a naughty c***d.
"You can't! I've already gone too far – I'm a married woman remember. Besides," she added knowing this was the real reason, "There are too many people about."
"You're right – come on we'll leave now."
As he rose and signalled to his friends that he wanted to leave Linda felt that she had annoyed him and she was a little mad at herself. She refastened the buttons on her blouse under the gaze of two of his most lecherous looking companions. This was about as wanton as she had ever been – letting a man feel her breasts and kiss her in front of others.
They made their way to the car park and as they all piled into the large people-carrier Linda found it strange that all of them wanted to leave at the same time and accompany her home too. Didn't they give each other a bit of space when it was obvious the one with the woman would want a goodnight kiss?
As soon as the vehicle started to move Carl wasted no time in holding Linda close to him and quickly undid her first three buttons.
"Now – where were we?" he said.
Linda was shocked, she was sandwiched in the back with Carl and four of his buddy's and hadn't even had time to adjust her skirt that had ridden up as she slid across the seat.
"Stop it!" she said quietly and coyly, aware of the close proximity of the others.
"It's OK," he whispered back in her ear, "It's dark in here, they can't see anything."
Linda knew she should stop him but instead half-turned her body toward him in an attempt to hide her body from the others. She permitted yet another button to be unfastened.
As Carl kissed her and played with her nipples he whispered, "You like this don't you?"
Linda could only mutter an honest, "Yes!"
"Let me make you feel even better," he said. His hand crept to the inside of her thigh and rose to the hem of her panties. Pushing two fingers inside her pants he traced a line to her vagina and found her slit. Linda, for a second or two was too shocked to move and just made a little noise that caused his friends to laugh in a lewd lascivious way.
"Please! Don't go any further," she sobbed. "I can't be unfaithful to my husband."
Linda found that her coat had been slipped from her shoulders thereby preventing her from using her arms. To all intents and purposes she was helpless. Carl ignored her pleas and carried on playing with her pussy.
"Relax," he told her, "That's what makes it more exciting- when you shouldn't be doing it – isn't that right guy's?"
The other men echoed in agreement as Linda realised that they had heard every word she had said and that all of them except the driver were watching. Carl's head dropped and he took her nipple into his mouth through her bra and sucked. As his fingers and tongue worked away Linda's sobs disappeared and became just heavy breathing. Still turned away from the others she was glad it was a dark night and they couldn't see much. She thought that the sound of the radio would cover the erotic wet slurping of Carl's efforts.
He found just the right spot and the feeling for Linda was electric. Now her groin was pushing back against his fingers and all thoughts of wanting to stop him left her head. Without giving it a thought Linda obeyed his instruction to sit back in her seat. Without opening her eyes she turned square on to the front and sank back – as she did she let her legs open just that little bit more. A smile, the smile of sexual arousal came over her face. She licked her lips as she felt her orgasm building up. Her hips were swaying forward as though she was being gently fucked. Then she opened her eyes.
All were watching, looking at her. Her tits were almost out of her bra; her blouse was unfastened and her legs spread wide showing how she was being masturbated by their mate Carl. Sensing that something had changed he lifted his head up.
"See – I told you – the more dirtier and forbidden – the more exciting it is. Don't tell me you're not loving it!"
His fingers still worked away and as she watched the men almost salivating at the sight of her body she knew she was still helpless to stop it, her arms being trapped by her sides. Somehow it added to her arousal. The car stopped – Linda wondered why. There in a dark secluded lay-by the light was switched on so that they could all get the best view of this woman in a dilemma. Linda, overwhelmed, just closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Another mouth closed over hers and different hands pulled her blouse more apart and played with her other tit. She didn't struggle.
"Come on, open your eyes!" she heard Carl's voice whisper in her ear, coaxing her. "Don't be shy – it's more of a turn on if you watch what's happening."
The man kissing her stopped and moved his head back but still played with her nipples. She felt Carl's fingers flicking rapidly on her clitoris, which made her open her eyes with a start.
"That's right," he said, "Isn't that erotic – watching us watching you being pleasured?"
Linda drew her breath in sharply as two of the men unzipped their pants and pulled out throbbing cocks. She felt her face blush red and butterflies filled her stomach as they both began to masturbate very purposely and slowly as though it was for her enjoyment.
"Doesn't that make you feel even more aroused? I think it does – I can feel how much wetter you are!"
Carl's comment reminded Linda of just how exposed her own body was and what the two men were doing to her. She glanced down at her crotch watching how the man's wrist pushed and rotated as his fingers disappeared inside her knickers and entered her vagina, while all looked on. She looked at how her nipples had become erect and swollen and how her breasts hung out over her bra. She could not help her eyes keep darting back to the stiff thick penises of the other men in the vehicle.
The men kept her on display while they spoke to her.
"Bet your friends aren't having as much fun! Is this the sexiest thing you've ever done? It makes it more erotic knowing you're a married woman. Enjoy being naughty while you can – you won't always get the chance!"
The voices sounded like the devil on her shoulder. She was a little scared but she was also aware of how wet she was and how fascinated she was with the sight of the two men masturbating in front of her. No attempt was made to bring anything to a conclusion; it was though they were happy just to enjoy the view. Linda didn't answer any questions and stayed almost totally silent. She was too shocked – shocked at herself as well as the men.
To her surprise the vehicle suddenly started up again moved off.
"We'll take you home now - but we pass my flat first – so we'll just pop in for the last drink". Carl's voice was calm but the suggestion sounded very ominous.
"I can't be late – can't you take me home first?" pleaded Linda.
"Don't worry – we'll have you home at a reasonable time. You can have a little drink with us and let us have the pleasure of your company for a bit longer. You might not get out again on your own for a long time – you won't get chance to have any more fun."
Carl moved his mouth to her ear and added in a whisper, "Let me spend a little more time playing with your lovely tits and feeling those sexy legs of yours. We can be more comfortable and have a proper goodnight kiss."
Before she could argue or reply the vehicle stopped and everyone piled out.
"Come on!" said Carl, "Smooth your skirt down and fasten your blouse – you can tell your husband you went back to a friends for coffee." He pulled her toward him and kissed her adding, "I know you liked what we've just done – it's more exciting having another man touch you – knowing that you shouldn't be doing it – come on, no one will find out!"
"What about your friends – it's not like there's just the two of us? Why can't we just have a goodnight kiss here then you can ask the driver to take me home? Maybe it'll be better if I get a taxi." Linda moved to leave the vehicle and as she stepped down her skirt rode up to the top of her thighs. Carl didn't miss the chance to stroke her between the legs.
"It's more comfortable inside," he said persuasively, "Come on!"
Against her better judgement she followed him into the flat and sat in an armchair in the corner of the room. A small drink was placed into her hand and Linda decided a drink was just what she needed. It tasted good and she quickly took a second long sip.
Carl came over to her and lifting her up he sat on the chair and lowered her on to his knee. As Linda used her free arm to steady her self by leaning on his shoulder she sipped her drink and became a little more relaxed. She didn't mind Carl caressing her lower thighs and occasionally moving to gently squeeze her nipples. She told her self that as he was her date for tonight it was OK. She reasoned that if she had had a boyfriend that looked like Carl before she was married she would have thought it quite an achievement. It was a pity, she thought that she wasn't able to show off to her friends.
What did start to make her nervous was when his hand crept that little bit higher up her skirt and when it went to her bosom the odd button flicked open. She felt the others paying her more attention and one or two little smirks appeared on their faces. As she shuffled about her skirt rode up and she knew she was displaying her stocking tops and the gusset of her panties.
Carl sensed her unease and quietly told her to follow him into the bedroom where they could have a cuddle and kiss before she went home. It will be more private in there, he told her. As they moved to go out of the room he filled her glass – she certainly liked what she was drinking – but it was powerful stuff.
They sat on the bed like two teenagers, Linda still with glass in hand. After giving her several long kisses and kneading her breasts Carl began to unfasten her blouse using both his hands.
"I want to see your lovely tits properly – lick and suck your nipples," he told her. Linda had never heard anyone be so direct and blatant before and was a little shocked.
"Someone might come in," she reasoned.
"It's OK," he dismissed her concerns. "I like sex and like to look at women's bodies while I play with them – it's very erotic. You have a very sexy body – I hope your husband realises how lucky he is."
As he talked he unfastened her blouse and pulled it gently apart. He curled a finger inside the cup of her bra and ran it over her nipple – Linda shivered with pleasure. Gently he pulled the shoulder straps down over her upper arms and lifted her tits out of the bra. Linda remained sat with one arm resting by her side and the other holding her drink.
She sat quietly as Carl did amazing things with his tongue, teeth and fingers, every now and again taking a sip of her drink. Occasionally his hand would touch her between the legs as though checking how wet she was becoming.
The door opened and one of the other men walked in. Linda froze but Carl held her close preventing her from covering her top up. The man asked Carl something about his music collection but Linda thought it was a feeble excuse to burst in on them. The two men exchanged several comments then the newcomer looked directly at Linda's tits.
"You've got lovely breasts," he said quietly, "Very sexy!"
Linda used the hand holding her drink to cover her front, trying to hide the exposed nipples. Carl agreed with his buddy and resumed running the erect little nodules between his fingers and thumb. Linda felt very self-conscious but the effect was electric.
"Come on – move your hand and let him admire your bust," whispered Carl. "Don't be shy – he just wants to enjoy the sight of your gorgeous tits."
"No! God! I'm a married woman – my husband would kill me if he knew! It's wrong – I shouldn't be doing this."
Carl whispered persuasively in her ear trying to convince her that all was fine.
"You've been enjoying how I touch you – what does it matter if someone else gets to see too? You haven't come to any harm yet – relax and let him look – stop being shy."
His hand meantime had slipped between her legs and was tickling her slit over her panties. Here she was, sat holding a drink letting one man play with her pussy while telling her to show her tits to his friend.
"Go on! Move your hand – let him look," Carl whispered again.
Linda lifted her arm to take a sip of her drink then let it fall down by her side – the full view of her tits hanging out over her bra was revealed to the other man. Linda really knew they wanted more than just to look so when the other man's hand began to play with the breast nearest to him it seemed pointless to protest. Neither did she protest when Carl slipped his hand across her back and suggested it would be more comfortable for her if he unclipped her bra altogether. As he pulled the garment out of the way each man weighed and massaged a breast and alternately kissed and licked the nipple then roughly rubbed their thumb and fingers over them.
Linda felt totally submissive as she sat with arms down by her side letting the men have their way with her.
"Let's have a better look at your leg's," said Carl as he lifted her skirt up to her stomach. "What a sexy body you've got!" he exclaimed. "Look!" he said to his friend, "Look how wet she is."
Linda, embarrassed at his comment instinctively closed her legs but had them pulled apart again as each man forced her to open her legs.
"It's OK – It's good that you are wet – enjoy it – let yourself go. It's very sexy seeing you with a damp patch between your legs." He held her skirt high to give both of them an unrestricted view – then – his fingers went beneath the material and locating her clit he started to masturbate her.
"No!" she sighed in desperation, "Stop it now please!"
"Relax," the voice of her Svengali whispered in her ear. She felt her resistance ebbing and to her surprise found her fears being replaced by an intense sexual arousal.
"Is that nice?" asked Carl.
"Yes," she answered.
"Do you like Dave sucking your tits?"
"Yes," she answered again.
"Play with my cock," he instructed her. "Unzip me and take it out."
She did as he bid and automatically began to wank him.
"Do you like the feel of that?" he asked.
"Yes!" she answered again knowing she was extremely turned on and aroused. She moaned softly as the other man began to bite on her tit then tease them with his tongue.
"Do you want another drink?"
"Yes," she said yet again before realising it was rather a strange question to ask at this point.
"Can someone get Linda another drink!" Carl shouted into the next room.
Linda protested as she realised that it was a ruse to get the others into the room.
"They are all coming in!" she yelled.
"What difference does it make now?" Carl told her. "You are letting two of us play with your body and masturbate you while you are enjoying yourself with my cock. Stop pretending that you're all innocent when you're loving every minute of it! Open your legs wider and let them have a better view."
She obeyed the instruction.
"Do you really want another drink just yet?" he asked her.
"No!" she said softly.
"Take her blouse off and lie her back on the bed," she heard a voice say. As she looked up a sea of faces looked down at her with lecherous expressions. She was scared but amazingly sexually excited at the same time. As her blouse was slowly unbuttoned and slipped off her shoulders she felt her bra parting company with her body. Her hands followed a reflex action and came across her front to cover her nakedness.
"It's OK – they only want to look. Let them enjoy the sight of your body. Come on – no need to be shy is there?"
Her arms were gently pulled apart to expose her tits. She noticed how her nipples were sticking out erect and firm – as they always did when she was aroused.
"Shall we give you a treat now?" asked Carl as he rubbed her tit between thumb and forefinger. The other man meantime was caressing her thigh gradually climbing higher toward her panties. Carl nodded knowingly at the other men who were stood round and each one began to unzip their fly-hole and bring out a hard throbbing penis.
Linda caught her breath as she witnessed the scene. Never in her life had she seen such a thing. She stared fascinated as they all separately but simultaneously began to slowly pull on their foreskins.
"Does that make you feel sexy and excited?" Carl asked her, whispering in her ear. She pretended not to notice how the man sat next to her, Dave, had worked his fingers inside her panties and was now tickling the top of her vulva, slowly penetrating in an attempt to locate her little button.
"Would you like to touch one? How about giving one a little lick and a suck. Lets watch you make them "cum""! He laughed softly. Carl was now treating her tits with a little more roughness even though his voice was still quietly whispering in her ear making him sound like the Devil on her shoulder. The other man had succeeded in making her very wet and she allowed her legs to open just a fraction more.
"Can we watch while you play with our cocks? I know you're dying to have one in your hand," said the devil's voice in her ear. "Let us take turns having you wank us off," he said.
"No! I can't do that!" She almost whispered her refusal.
Amazingly and unexpectedly, at that point the telephone rang.
"Fuck!" cursed one of the men. His annoyance was echoed by some of the others. One man resigned himself to answering the call and Linda found herself following the conversation.
"Yeah…great night…went to a few pubs then a club…yeah, we followed her round a while then we got to know her – or at least Carl did – you know how women are drawn to him. Well, I guess you were right…yeah…bought a few drinks and kept her company. You knew when you asked us for the favour what you were letting yourself in for! We did warn you! You can't blame us, can you?"
Linda was being kissed and touched up as the men carried on masturbating in front of her, though she detected little sniggers and knowing looks between the men. Suddenly, that useful device of modern telephones which enables all to hear the caller was activated. As the man looked with a smirk through the open door to what was happening in the bedroom he pressed the button.
"So what has she been doing?" asked the caller. "I take it she has misbehaved."
The men sniggered while Linda froze with shock. She recognised the caller's voice – it was her husband! Panic and fright ran through her body but then was instantly replaced by two burning questions. How did he know to phone here and why was he asking if she had misbehaved?
"Well, you know?" answered the man, hesitantly, "Carl never misses a chance – and she likes to be admired like most women do. She gets quite relaxed when she's had a few drinks."
Linda couldn't believe she was being spoken about like this while she was present. Not by another man who was talking to her husband!
"So how bad as she been?" she heard her husband ask again. "Did she do anything with any other men before you lot got with her?"
"Well – she had a couple of dances with guys and let them have a quick feel and grope. You know how it is?"
All became clear to Linda in a flash. Her husband had bribed, begged, or hired –whatever – these men to spy on her and report back her indiscretions and sins. He appeared to have done it with the knowledge that the men themselves would chance their luck with her. They had set her up and trapped her. She saw now how the men had slowed down their actions waiting for her to raise hell and start screaming. Her attention went back to the telephone conversation.
"What else has she done? What has she done with Carl?"
Her husband's voice had an urgency about it that made him sound like he was almost aroused. The man with the phone looked back into the room at Carl before he answered. Carl shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"She gave us a nice show of her panties when she sat down. We all enjoyed watching her get excited when Carl played with her tits – but she had had a few drinks by then."
"So was she – well – do you think she knew how much she was showing?" asked her husband. Suddenly, without waiting for an answer he shouted out, "Did she let Carl go inside her blouse?"
"Hey! Which of the questions do you want answering first?" shouted the man, laughing. His voice went back to a teasing tone as he tried to wind up Linda's husband.
"She liked the way we all looked at her and let us enjoy the view. People always go further than you'd expect when they're turned on after a few drinks. She loved her nipples being played with while he kissed her – sure yeah – she let him have a feel inside her blouse. She has nice tits – she liked us touching them."
The last comment was designed to enrage and annoy.
"What do you mean "us"?" demanded her husband.
"Well she let us all have a little kiss and cuddle. Especially when we were in the van. She was only having a bit of fun and enjoyment – letting her hair down. The freedom will do her good."
There was a silence before Linda's husband asked pointedly, "You took her in the van? She isn't home yet. Where did you take her to?"
"Sorry! I'm confusing you. We brought her here – for a night-cap and to make sure she gets home safely."
The man was clearly enjoying provoking Linda's husband – so too, apparently, were the others.
"What is she doing?" Linda heard her husband ask. Instead of shock or outrage the tone was more like a curious, quietly excited question – sexually aroused sort of curious. "Is she misbehaving now?" she heard him add.
Surely, thought Linda, they aren't going to answer that truthfully!
"Tell me what she is doing!" the voice of her husband begged.
Linda felt both an indignation and rage at her husband's attitude – but at the same time another feeling was slowly taking over.
"Well – she's gone into the bedroom with Carl and Dave," lied the one talking to her spouse. "She is probably letting them have a grope and fire their tongues into her mouth."
Linda felt herself becoming more responsive to the men's actions. She stared at the one standing in front of her stroking his very hard cock. Fingers once more tickled her moist slit while others nipped and rolled over her nipples.
"Now – where were we?" Carl's voice whispered in her ear. "I told you this would get exciting. You don't need to worry about being late home. Your husband knows where you are now." Carl's voice took on an evil mocking manner as he added, "And he knows that you're being naughty!"
There was something very arousing for Linda being able to hear her husband's voice ask for details while these men sexually m*****ed her. What would he say if he could see her? Men at each side and two that were masturbating in front of her! And one of them getting closer – closer to her face with his cock. She was looking directly at its little pee-hole – just a couple of inches away. What would he say if he was able to see her, letting her jaw drop and opening her mouth as it came even closer?
"Good girl!" hissed Carl. She offered no resistance as both Dave and Carl slipped their thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and gently she allowed her legs to raise into the air so they could be taken off. As her feet returned to the floor she sat with mouth obligingly open, offering, and waiting for it to be filled with his dick. She was lowered down onto the bed and the throbbing penis followed her mouth. As it entered and she took her first suck she could still hear her husband asking, "Tell me what she is doing now!"
Conscious that someone was between her legs she spread them wide her self without needing prompting. Linda felt the head of a penis against her vagina, trying to find its way in.
"Do you want that inside you?" Carl's satanic voice asked her.
"Yes!" she answered simply, then sucked hard again on the cock in her mouth.
Now she was fucking and sucking at the same time! What would her husband say now? Suddenly her hands were grabbed and each one was placed round the stiff cocks of Dave and Carl. Now she was busy with four dicks – all at the same time! She listened to her husband while she bathed in this erotic mind-blowing multiple sex. Her legs wrapped around the waist of the man fucking her twat.
"What are they doing with her?"
"They have their hands inside her bra and one has his hand up her skirt. She seems to be enjoying it – she has her legs wide open for them." The man smirked as he teased.
"Is she touching them? Do they have their cocks out?" His voice was urgent and anxious but still not outraged.
"I – I don't like saying really! I sound like a real telltale. Maybe I should keep quiet."
"Tell me!" demanded her hubby.
"OK! Well yes – they have got her to wank them off. I shouldn't really tell."
The husband was now silent. Why? Linda wondered whether it was from shock – or was it because he was turned on and picturing the scene? Was he masturbating as he imagined what she was doing with his friends? He must also realise, thought Linda that if the man on the phone was able to describe the scene to him that she was performing to an audience. Having sex while others watched! Why wasn't he going ballistic?
"Isn't that really exciting and arousing – fucking and sucking while your husband is on the phone – and him knowing that you're being naughty?" She heard Carl whisper loudly.
Linda was beside herself with pleasure and ecstasy – never before had been so turned on. Never had she enjoyed sex so much. As the cocks inside her mouth and cunt discharged their liquid Linda willingly accepted replacements as others started to pound away fucking her. Now, with a free hand, she gripped the shaft of the cock in her mouth and milked it. Each man hung on as long as he could until eventually loosing control and ejaculating. Now it was the turn of the man on the phone, someone suggested.
"What's happening?" she heard her husband ask quietly.
"Well, I don't like to mention this but – I'm being invited to take a turn with your wife! For a kiss and cuddle – and to play with her tits – like the others have done."
Her husband's voice was strained and barely audible.
"Is she asking you over or is Carl and Dave?"
"Your wife is laid across the bed with her skirt up showing her panties – her blouse is unfastened and her bra is pulled under her bosom. Her tits are on display. She is waiting for me – sat up, leaning on one elbow – smiling." The man spoke very slowly and seriously attempting to keep a straight face.
Linda heard a groan from down the phone.
"Do you mind if I stop talking to you and take my turn?"
Linda thought it was an incredible question to ask – but the response was even more unbelievable!
"Has she played with all their cocks – are you going to see if she will wank you off too?" Her husband asked the question without anger or rage.
"Not sure about all – maybe she will mine – she seems to have enjoyed touching them. Not sure if she has done more – I wasn't able to quite see all that was going on. I have my cock out and she looks interested. Like I said – she is waiting for me to join her on the bed – she is watching me rubbing my dick. She is waiting for it! Do you mind if I go now?"
There was silence for a few seconds then Linda heard her husband's amazing response. "OK – But don't hang up the phone! Just leave the line open and put the receiver down quietly."
He had never figured out that all in the flat were listening to him. The other men were as surprised as Linda was. So he wanted to listen to other men having sex with his wife!
As the man approached the bedroom Linda positioned her self at the edge, sat up with her legs open. As the others watched she took hold of the man's penis and began to suck and slowly pull his foreskin. The man eventually pulled away and Linda beckoned him to lie on the bed on his back. Now it was her turn to reach the dizzy heights of an orgasm – she was going to "ride" him. For the next few minutes the men watched as Linda bucked up and down on the man grinding her groin into him. She was about to cum when the ones who had recovered sufficiently to regain an erection stood and as one grabbed her tits from behind helping her keep her balance the other offered his cock to her. Only a second away from exploding with sexual emotion she groaned and screamed softly then took the penis into her mouth as she orgasmed. She felt sperm shoot into her cunt almost simultaneously then liquid dribble into her mouth.
Hello!" she heard her husband ask. "Is anyone there?"
It was almost an hour later when Linda walked up the garden path and opened the front door to her house. Now she would have to face the consequences of her actions. "I'll wait until he starts to shout then I'll tell him I could hear everything he said," she mumbled to her self. "Serves him right anyway – he set me up and spied on me. I suppose it's over between us now."
She knew he husband was still awake and so to give her a few minutes to psyche her self up for the ensuing battle she went to the spare bedroom. Catching the sight of her reflection in the mirror she stopped and looked. Dishevelled hair - crumpled clothes – like a tramp – slut. Her husband stepped into the room and she faced him through the mirror.
"Have you had an exciting evening?" he asked.
His voice was pleasant – not facetious – something was wrong!
"Yes!" she retorted sharply, "And I've been in the company of your friends!"
She waited for the outburst and nervously began to unbutton her blouse.
"I know," said her husband coming up behind her and placing his arms around her waist. She felt him kiss her neck gently and then he stopped her from removing her blouse.
"Don't take that off yet," he quietly whispered in her ear. "Come to bed and tell me all about you're evening. Perhaps you should go out more often."
With that comment he gently turned her around and led her back to the main bedroom. She didn't speak and he just smiled calmly at her.
"Everything is OK," he said. "Everything is OK"
"What do you think?" she asked him coyly.
"You look very sexy," he answered. "You don't usually dress like that."
The shy wife, Linda, looked embarrassed and apologised.
"Sorry! Have I gone too far? Do you want me to change into something else?"
They had been married just over 18 months and it was the first time Linda had been invited out without him. They didn't get out much anyway and both were as reserved and shy as each other. Linda knew her husband Paul was apprehensive and a little worried that she would be pestered all night by men trying to get off with her.
He looked his wife up and down and felt a pang of jealousy at the same time as he felt a stirring in his groin. Linda was only 5' 3" but with the heels she was wearing, an extra 3" made her look totally different to what he was used to. Not only her height but the way they shaped her calf muscles and how they made her skirt seem even shorter. It was a good 6" above her knee with a little slit in the side that made it look very sexy indeed. The white blouse was ordinary enough but Linda had left just one button too many open and showed quite a bit of cleavage. Paul noticed that in the right light her blouse was semi transparent and he was surprised to realise she wore a half-cup bra, much flimsier than the ones she normally wore.
There was something Paul didn't want to ask but had to know. He stood and walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. At the same time his hand rested on her thigh and he looked for the telltale bulge. His heart thumped louder when he discovered he had been right – she was wearing stockings. He was uneasy and jittery through jealousy and slightly angry. Why did she find it necessary to dress like this just for a drink with the girls?
She was the stay at home sort and a friend, knowing how shy and reticent she was with people had decided she needed to get out. After a lot of persuading and discussion with her husband here she was invited to a birthday celebration with a group of women.
"Is the skirt too short – I'll go and change it?" she offered.
It was quite a few seconds before Paul answered. He didn't want his wife to attract the attention of other men but at the same time there was something in him that found it a thrill to think his shy wife would be admired by other men. If only he could be a fly on the wall. Even though he was scared of what might happen he reluctantly shook his head and said, "No, it's OK - I'm just being silly."
"I've got my key, I'll try not to wake you when I come in," Linda said.
"What? How late will you be?" asked Paul.
"Didn't I tell you we are going to a club after the pubs close? That's where the party really is."
"No you didn't," he said slowly. His mind raced – she would be dancing with other men and flirting with them. They would want to take her home and touch her.
"You'll be dancing then?" he asked rather stupidly.
"Well – I suppose so," Linda answered.
"With men?" he said.
"If they ask, yes. Is that OK? I expect most of the time we will be talking or dancing around our handbags!" she said laughing.
Paul wasn't sure how he felt – his wife dancing and laughing with other men – what would happen later. His penis was now very hard in spite of his trepidation. Looking at his wife he could make out her nipples showing through her blouse.
"Have a good time," he said, "But don't forget you're married."
"I think if I had to misbehave – someone would tell you," she assured him.
"Is that the only thing stopping you?" he snapped at her.
Linda laughed nervously but didn't bother answering. It was then that the doorbell rang and Linda rushed to kiss her husband goodbye and ran out for the mini-bus. Paul watched her arse beneath her tight skirt as she climbed into the vehicle. As he stroked his cock he thought of his shy innocent wife – but who knows if she'll stay that way when there would be men ready to tempt her?
After visiting a few establishments Linda decided to slow down on the drink. She wasn't a seasoned drinker and had no intentions of becoming drunk or making her-self ill. The party of women settled down and sat quietly in a lounge quietly talking. It was then that Linda noticed how a certain man kept eyeing her up. He was older than her, about 35yrs. against her 23 and although he unsettled her she found his attentions a little exciting. She noticed he was quite good-looking, in fact the group of men he was with were all, in her opinion quite dishy. Soon it was time to move on and as they made their way out to go on to a club the man winked at her and smiled. She was almost sorry to be leaving the bar.
Throughout the evening Linda had a good time. Even though noisy clubs weren't really her scene she enjoyed the change and with the help of the drink managed to let her hair down. Her husband Paul hardly came into her thoughts. Men asked her to dance, and after awhile the women became more split up as they either danced or they went off with a man to chat or get some air. Linda was increasingly becoming aware that she was being left on her own. It was then that she spotted the man from the bar – and he was still eyeing her up.
A slob of a man came and put his hand around her waist and asked her to dance. Linda refused and asked him to not to touch her but the man persisted. As she looked round for her friends she spotted her admirer walking toward her. She would ask for his help, she thought. It wasn't necessary, suddenly the slob seemed to levitate from the ground and the next time he was able to focus he was on the floor looking at the ceiling.
The admirer, who was now her hero, took her arm and guided her away as two of his friends removed the man and deposited him in the hands of two very big doormen. Linda, a little scared was very impressed at the quiet efficiency of how the man was dealt with. She felt safe now and allowed herself to be guided away. Friends were forgotten as she spent the best part of the next hour chatting with her companion and getting to know all about him. He learnt all about her too and her glass was filled more times than one. She felt happy, carefree and very attracted to Carl, her new man friend.
What brought her back to earth was the voice of the woman she had come out with.
"Are you OK to get a taxi when you're ready to go?"
"What do you mean – I'll come home with you if you're leaving?" said Linda.
"Look – I'm not going home yet but I'm leaving," she told Linda. "With a man I've met," she added, looking as though that should explain everything.
Linda was a bit taken aback at being deserted by her friend and asked, "Where are the others?"
"Who knows?" said the woman, "Some have already left – I've been busy!"
As Linda was about to protest at her friends attitude she was cut short by the fact that the woman rushed off to join her boyfriend. This was totally unexpected and Linda thought it was quite a nasty thing to do to ask someone out and then leave them. What would her husband say if he knew they had all been picked up by men and gone off with them? He would wonder why she was returning alone.
"I'd better leave and find a taxi," she told Carl.
"Don't worry, one of the guys doesn't drink and he's driven us here. We'll see you get home you don't live far away. It's not too late yet."
Another drink, another half-hour and Linda found herself sat on a small sofa in a corner with Carl.
"These seats are here for couples to get romantic," he said. "Let's make use of them."
With that he pulled Linda toward him and as one hand went round her waist the other stopped her hand from resisting and he kissed her full on the lips.
"You shouldn't have done that!" she uttered a minute later, "I'm married."
"No one knows – and no one 's taking any notice. Just relax and enjoy a bit of fun. It's so busy in here and everyone's into their own thing by now – nobody's worried what we do. In any case – all my friends are stood round blocking the view."
He kissed her again and although she was shocked she felt a thrill shoot through her. It had been a while since any other man had touched her. He was almost covering her as his hands started to wander and crept to her breasts. Her own hand, the other being trapped between them came up to ward off the assault. It was grabbed firmly and pulled down to her side where he could restrain her with the arm he had round her.
"It's OK!" he whispered to her. "I know you are a bit scared because you're married but you like the feel of this really don't you? Relax and enjoy it – it might be a while before you get a taste of freedom again. You're nipples are erect – you're aroused."
His hands worked on her breasts as he kissed her neck and earlobe that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. This sort of stuff she had only ever read about. As his fingers slipped inside her blouse she opened her eyes wide shocked that as they were in a public place people would surely be looking. Her eyes darted round checking that they didn't have an audience. No one seemed too interested, except she noted two of his friend who leered down at her. In spite of their lewd looks she couldn't help but think how good looking they also were.
She became embarrassed as while as the other two were watching Carl undid another button and let his fingers slip inside her bra to play with her nipples.
"Does that feel nice?" he asked her.
"Please!" begged Linda, "You're going too far, stop it now."
"Don't worry, we'll take you home now. Just let's have a couple of more minutes tasting that lovely mouth of yours," persuaded Carl.
He turned her head and kissed her hard on the lips forcing his tongue into her mouth. Still holding her down his spare hand returned to her tits and he began to knead and squeeze them. It was impossible for Linda not to respond and become even more aroused. Even though the man was taking liberties with her and scaring her a little she nevertheless found him exciting and attractive. Her eyes peeped open to see the two others drooling over the sight of her almost naked right breast that their friend was massaging. Shifting her glance she realised that the other men in the group were now paying close attention to them.
Her head spun, never before had she been the desire of so many men. Never before had she been so daring. She was very aroused and told herself that it would probably never happen again and she should make the most of it. Carl was right, no one would find out – it was only a bit of flirting and sexy fun. She would let him carry on playing with her tits and kissing her – she liked it – especially when he kissed the nape of her neck. It sent a thrill down her spine – and she was able to see how his friends ogled her tits – and look at the bulges of their hard cocks through their trousers. She was proud that she had been the cause of their titillation. Anyway, she told herself, they were going to take her home soon so it would all be coming to an end shortly.
A few more minutes passed and Linda was lost in the pleasure of the moment. Now her hands began to explore his body as she responded more and more to his touch. What a pity they hadn't started this sooner. She became aware of another button on her blouse being undone.
"No!" she hissed, "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" he asked as though he was a naughty c***d.
"You can't! I've already gone too far – I'm a married woman remember. Besides," she added knowing this was the real reason, "There are too many people about."
"You're right – come on we'll leave now."
As he rose and signalled to his friends that he wanted to leave Linda felt that she had annoyed him and she was a little mad at herself. She refastened the buttons on her blouse under the gaze of two of his most lecherous looking companions. This was about as wanton as she had ever been – letting a man feel her breasts and kiss her in front of others.
They made their way to the car park and as they all piled into the large people-carrier Linda found it strange that all of them wanted to leave at the same time and accompany her home too. Didn't they give each other a bit of space when it was obvious the one with the woman would want a goodnight kiss?
As soon as the vehicle started to move Carl wasted no time in holding Linda close to him and quickly undid her first three buttons.
"Now – where were we?" he said.
Linda was shocked, she was sandwiched in the back with Carl and four of his buddy's and hadn't even had time to adjust her skirt that had ridden up as she slid across the seat.
"Stop it!" she said quietly and coyly, aware of the close proximity of the others.
"It's OK," he whispered back in her ear, "It's dark in here, they can't see anything."
Linda knew she should stop him but instead half-turned her body toward him in an attempt to hide her body from the others. She permitted yet another button to be unfastened.
As Carl kissed her and played with her nipples he whispered, "You like this don't you?"
Linda could only mutter an honest, "Yes!"
"Let me make you feel even better," he said. His hand crept to the inside of her thigh and rose to the hem of her panties. Pushing two fingers inside her pants he traced a line to her vagina and found her slit. Linda, for a second or two was too shocked to move and just made a little noise that caused his friends to laugh in a lewd lascivious way.
"Please! Don't go any further," she sobbed. "I can't be unfaithful to my husband."
Linda found that her coat had been slipped from her shoulders thereby preventing her from using her arms. To all intents and purposes she was helpless. Carl ignored her pleas and carried on playing with her pussy.
"Relax," he told her, "That's what makes it more exciting- when you shouldn't be doing it – isn't that right guy's?"
The other men echoed in agreement as Linda realised that they had heard every word she had said and that all of them except the driver were watching. Carl's head dropped and he took her nipple into his mouth through her bra and sucked. As his fingers and tongue worked away Linda's sobs disappeared and became just heavy breathing. Still turned away from the others she was glad it was a dark night and they couldn't see much. She thought that the sound of the radio would cover the erotic wet slurping of Carl's efforts.
He found just the right spot and the feeling for Linda was electric. Now her groin was pushing back against his fingers and all thoughts of wanting to stop him left her head. Without giving it a thought Linda obeyed his instruction to sit back in her seat. Without opening her eyes she turned square on to the front and sank back – as she did she let her legs open just that little bit more. A smile, the smile of sexual arousal came over her face. She licked her lips as she felt her orgasm building up. Her hips were swaying forward as though she was being gently fucked. Then she opened her eyes.
All were watching, looking at her. Her tits were almost out of her bra; her blouse was unfastened and her legs spread wide showing how she was being masturbated by their mate Carl. Sensing that something had changed he lifted his head up.
"See – I told you – the more dirtier and forbidden – the more exciting it is. Don't tell me you're not loving it!"
His fingers still worked away and as she watched the men almost salivating at the sight of her body she knew she was still helpless to stop it, her arms being trapped by her sides. Somehow it added to her arousal. The car stopped – Linda wondered why. There in a dark secluded lay-by the light was switched on so that they could all get the best view of this woman in a dilemma. Linda, overwhelmed, just closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Another mouth closed over hers and different hands pulled her blouse more apart and played with her other tit. She didn't struggle.
"Come on, open your eyes!" she heard Carl's voice whisper in her ear, coaxing her. "Don't be shy – it's more of a turn on if you watch what's happening."
The man kissing her stopped and moved his head back but still played with her nipples. She felt Carl's fingers flicking rapidly on her clitoris, which made her open her eyes with a start.
"That's right," he said, "Isn't that erotic – watching us watching you being pleasured?"
Linda drew her breath in sharply as two of the men unzipped their pants and pulled out throbbing cocks. She felt her face blush red and butterflies filled her stomach as they both began to masturbate very purposely and slowly as though it was for her enjoyment.
"Doesn't that make you feel even more aroused? I think it does – I can feel how much wetter you are!"
Carl's comment reminded Linda of just how exposed her own body was and what the two men were doing to her. She glanced down at her crotch watching how the man's wrist pushed and rotated as his fingers disappeared inside her knickers and entered her vagina, while all looked on. She looked at how her nipples had become erect and swollen and how her breasts hung out over her bra. She could not help her eyes keep darting back to the stiff thick penises of the other men in the vehicle.
The men kept her on display while they spoke to her.
"Bet your friends aren't having as much fun! Is this the sexiest thing you've ever done? It makes it more erotic knowing you're a married woman. Enjoy being naughty while you can – you won't always get the chance!"
The voices sounded like the devil on her shoulder. She was a little scared but she was also aware of how wet she was and how fascinated she was with the sight of the two men masturbating in front of her. No attempt was made to bring anything to a conclusion; it was though they were happy just to enjoy the view. Linda didn't answer any questions and stayed almost totally silent. She was too shocked – shocked at herself as well as the men.
To her surprise the vehicle suddenly started up again moved off.
"We'll take you home now - but we pass my flat first – so we'll just pop in for the last drink". Carl's voice was calm but the suggestion sounded very ominous.
"I can't be late – can't you take me home first?" pleaded Linda.
"Don't worry – we'll have you home at a reasonable time. You can have a little drink with us and let us have the pleasure of your company for a bit longer. You might not get out again on your own for a long time – you won't get chance to have any more fun."
Carl moved his mouth to her ear and added in a whisper, "Let me spend a little more time playing with your lovely tits and feeling those sexy legs of yours. We can be more comfortable and have a proper goodnight kiss."
Before she could argue or reply the vehicle stopped and everyone piled out.
"Come on!" said Carl, "Smooth your skirt down and fasten your blouse – you can tell your husband you went back to a friends for coffee." He pulled her toward him and kissed her adding, "I know you liked what we've just done – it's more exciting having another man touch you – knowing that you shouldn't be doing it – come on, no one will find out!"
"What about your friends – it's not like there's just the two of us? Why can't we just have a goodnight kiss here then you can ask the driver to take me home? Maybe it'll be better if I get a taxi." Linda moved to leave the vehicle and as she stepped down her skirt rode up to the top of her thighs. Carl didn't miss the chance to stroke her between the legs.
"It's more comfortable inside," he said persuasively, "Come on!"
Against her better judgement she followed him into the flat and sat in an armchair in the corner of the room. A small drink was placed into her hand and Linda decided a drink was just what she needed. It tasted good and she quickly took a second long sip.
Carl came over to her and lifting her up he sat on the chair and lowered her on to his knee. As Linda used her free arm to steady her self by leaning on his shoulder she sipped her drink and became a little more relaxed. She didn't mind Carl caressing her lower thighs and occasionally moving to gently squeeze her nipples. She told her self that as he was her date for tonight it was OK. She reasoned that if she had had a boyfriend that looked like Carl before she was married she would have thought it quite an achievement. It was a pity, she thought that she wasn't able to show off to her friends.
What did start to make her nervous was when his hand crept that little bit higher up her skirt and when it went to her bosom the odd button flicked open. She felt the others paying her more attention and one or two little smirks appeared on their faces. As she shuffled about her skirt rode up and she knew she was displaying her stocking tops and the gusset of her panties.
Carl sensed her unease and quietly told her to follow him into the bedroom where they could have a cuddle and kiss before she went home. It will be more private in there, he told her. As they moved to go out of the room he filled her glass – she certainly liked what she was drinking – but it was powerful stuff.
They sat on the bed like two teenagers, Linda still with glass in hand. After giving her several long kisses and kneading her breasts Carl began to unfasten her blouse using both his hands.
"I want to see your lovely tits properly – lick and suck your nipples," he told her. Linda had never heard anyone be so direct and blatant before and was a little shocked.
"Someone might come in," she reasoned.
"It's OK," he dismissed her concerns. "I like sex and like to look at women's bodies while I play with them – it's very erotic. You have a very sexy body – I hope your husband realises how lucky he is."
As he talked he unfastened her blouse and pulled it gently apart. He curled a finger inside the cup of her bra and ran it over her nipple – Linda shivered with pleasure. Gently he pulled the shoulder straps down over her upper arms and lifted her tits out of the bra. Linda remained sat with one arm resting by her side and the other holding her drink.
She sat quietly as Carl did amazing things with his tongue, teeth and fingers, every now and again taking a sip of her drink. Occasionally his hand would touch her between the legs as though checking how wet she was becoming.
The door opened and one of the other men walked in. Linda froze but Carl held her close preventing her from covering her top up. The man asked Carl something about his music collection but Linda thought it was a feeble excuse to burst in on them. The two men exchanged several comments then the newcomer looked directly at Linda's tits.
"You've got lovely breasts," he said quietly, "Very sexy!"
Linda used the hand holding her drink to cover her front, trying to hide the exposed nipples. Carl agreed with his buddy and resumed running the erect little nodules between his fingers and thumb. Linda felt very self-conscious but the effect was electric.
"Come on – move your hand and let him admire your bust," whispered Carl. "Don't be shy – he just wants to enjoy the sight of your gorgeous tits."
"No! God! I'm a married woman – my husband would kill me if he knew! It's wrong – I shouldn't be doing this."
Carl whispered persuasively in her ear trying to convince her that all was fine.
"You've been enjoying how I touch you – what does it matter if someone else gets to see too? You haven't come to any harm yet – relax and let him look – stop being shy."
His hand meantime had slipped between her legs and was tickling her slit over her panties. Here she was, sat holding a drink letting one man play with her pussy while telling her to show her tits to his friend.
"Go on! Move your hand – let him look," Carl whispered again.
Linda lifted her arm to take a sip of her drink then let it fall down by her side – the full view of her tits hanging out over her bra was revealed to the other man. Linda really knew they wanted more than just to look so when the other man's hand began to play with the breast nearest to him it seemed pointless to protest. Neither did she protest when Carl slipped his hand across her back and suggested it would be more comfortable for her if he unclipped her bra altogether. As he pulled the garment out of the way each man weighed and massaged a breast and alternately kissed and licked the nipple then roughly rubbed their thumb and fingers over them.
Linda felt totally submissive as she sat with arms down by her side letting the men have their way with her.
"Let's have a better look at your leg's," said Carl as he lifted her skirt up to her stomach. "What a sexy body you've got!" he exclaimed. "Look!" he said to his friend, "Look how wet she is."
Linda, embarrassed at his comment instinctively closed her legs but had them pulled apart again as each man forced her to open her legs.
"It's OK – It's good that you are wet – enjoy it – let yourself go. It's very sexy seeing you with a damp patch between your legs." He held her skirt high to give both of them an unrestricted view – then – his fingers went beneath the material and locating her clit he started to masturbate her.
"No!" she sighed in desperation, "Stop it now please!"
"Relax," the voice of her Svengali whispered in her ear. She felt her resistance ebbing and to her surprise found her fears being replaced by an intense sexual arousal.
"Is that nice?" asked Carl.
"Yes," she answered.
"Do you like Dave sucking your tits?"
"Yes," she answered again.
"Play with my cock," he instructed her. "Unzip me and take it out."
She did as he bid and automatically began to wank him.
"Do you like the feel of that?" he asked.
"Yes!" she answered again knowing she was extremely turned on and aroused. She moaned softly as the other man began to bite on her tit then tease them with his tongue.
"Do you want another drink?"
"Yes," she said yet again before realising it was rather a strange question to ask at this point.
"Can someone get Linda another drink!" Carl shouted into the next room.
Linda protested as she realised that it was a ruse to get the others into the room.
"They are all coming in!" she yelled.
"What difference does it make now?" Carl told her. "You are letting two of us play with your body and masturbate you while you are enjoying yourself with my cock. Stop pretending that you're all innocent when you're loving every minute of it! Open your legs wider and let them have a better view."
She obeyed the instruction.
"Do you really want another drink just yet?" he asked her.
"No!" she said softly.
"Take her blouse off and lie her back on the bed," she heard a voice say. As she looked up a sea of faces looked down at her with lecherous expressions. She was scared but amazingly sexually excited at the same time. As her blouse was slowly unbuttoned and slipped off her shoulders she felt her bra parting company with her body. Her hands followed a reflex action and came across her front to cover her nakedness.
"It's OK – they only want to look. Let them enjoy the sight of your body. Come on – no need to be shy is there?"
Her arms were gently pulled apart to expose her tits. She noticed how her nipples were sticking out erect and firm – as they always did when she was aroused.
"Shall we give you a treat now?" asked Carl as he rubbed her tit between thumb and forefinger. The other man meantime was caressing her thigh gradually climbing higher toward her panties. Carl nodded knowingly at the other men who were stood round and each one began to unzip their fly-hole and bring out a hard throbbing penis.
Linda caught her breath as she witnessed the scene. Never in her life had she seen such a thing. She stared fascinated as they all separately but simultaneously began to slowly pull on their foreskins.
"Does that make you feel sexy and excited?" Carl asked her, whispering in her ear. She pretended not to notice how the man sat next to her, Dave, had worked his fingers inside her panties and was now tickling the top of her vulva, slowly penetrating in an attempt to locate her little button.
"Would you like to touch one? How about giving one a little lick and a suck. Lets watch you make them "cum""! He laughed softly. Carl was now treating her tits with a little more roughness even though his voice was still quietly whispering in her ear making him sound like the Devil on her shoulder. The other man had succeeded in making her very wet and she allowed her legs to open just a fraction more.
"Can we watch while you play with our cocks? I know you're dying to have one in your hand," said the devil's voice in her ear. "Let us take turns having you wank us off," he said.
"No! I can't do that!" She almost whispered her refusal.
Amazingly and unexpectedly, at that point the telephone rang.
"Fuck!" cursed one of the men. His annoyance was echoed by some of the others. One man resigned himself to answering the call and Linda found herself following the conversation.
"Yeah…great night…went to a few pubs then a club…yeah, we followed her round a while then we got to know her – or at least Carl did – you know how women are drawn to him. Well, I guess you were right…yeah…bought a few drinks and kept her company. You knew when you asked us for the favour what you were letting yourself in for! We did warn you! You can't blame us, can you?"
Linda was being kissed and touched up as the men carried on masturbating in front of her, though she detected little sniggers and knowing looks between the men. Suddenly, that useful device of modern telephones which enables all to hear the caller was activated. As the man looked with a smirk through the open door to what was happening in the bedroom he pressed the button.
"So what has she been doing?" asked the caller. "I take it she has misbehaved."
The men sniggered while Linda froze with shock. She recognised the caller's voice – it was her husband! Panic and fright ran through her body but then was instantly replaced by two burning questions. How did he know to phone here and why was he asking if she had misbehaved?
"Well, you know?" answered the man, hesitantly, "Carl never misses a chance – and she likes to be admired like most women do. She gets quite relaxed when she's had a few drinks."
Linda couldn't believe she was being spoken about like this while she was present. Not by another man who was talking to her husband!
"So how bad as she been?" she heard her husband ask again. "Did she do anything with any other men before you lot got with her?"
"Well – she had a couple of dances with guys and let them have a quick feel and grope. You know how it is?"
All became clear to Linda in a flash. Her husband had bribed, begged, or hired –whatever – these men to spy on her and report back her indiscretions and sins. He appeared to have done it with the knowledge that the men themselves would chance their luck with her. They had set her up and trapped her. She saw now how the men had slowed down their actions waiting for her to raise hell and start screaming. Her attention went back to the telephone conversation.
"What else has she done? What has she done with Carl?"
Her husband's voice had an urgency about it that made him sound like he was almost aroused. The man with the phone looked back into the room at Carl before he answered. Carl shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"She gave us a nice show of her panties when she sat down. We all enjoyed watching her get excited when Carl played with her tits – but she had had a few drinks by then."
"So was she – well – do you think she knew how much she was showing?" asked her husband. Suddenly, without waiting for an answer he shouted out, "Did she let Carl go inside her blouse?"
"Hey! Which of the questions do you want answering first?" shouted the man, laughing. His voice went back to a teasing tone as he tried to wind up Linda's husband.
"She liked the way we all looked at her and let us enjoy the view. People always go further than you'd expect when they're turned on after a few drinks. She loved her nipples being played with while he kissed her – sure yeah – she let him have a feel inside her blouse. She has nice tits – she liked us touching them."
The last comment was designed to enrage and annoy.
"What do you mean "us"?" demanded her husband.
"Well she let us all have a little kiss and cuddle. Especially when we were in the van. She was only having a bit of fun and enjoyment – letting her hair down. The freedom will do her good."
There was a silence before Linda's husband asked pointedly, "You took her in the van? She isn't home yet. Where did you take her to?"
"Sorry! I'm confusing you. We brought her here – for a night-cap and to make sure she gets home safely."
The man was clearly enjoying provoking Linda's husband – so too, apparently, were the others.
"What is she doing?" Linda heard her husband ask. Instead of shock or outrage the tone was more like a curious, quietly excited question – sexually aroused sort of curious. "Is she misbehaving now?" she heard him add.
Surely, thought Linda, they aren't going to answer that truthfully!
"Tell me what she is doing!" the voice of her husband begged.
Linda felt both an indignation and rage at her husband's attitude – but at the same time another feeling was slowly taking over.
"Well – she's gone into the bedroom with Carl and Dave," lied the one talking to her spouse. "She is probably letting them have a grope and fire their tongues into her mouth."
Linda felt herself becoming more responsive to the men's actions. She stared at the one standing in front of her stroking his very hard cock. Fingers once more tickled her moist slit while others nipped and rolled over her nipples.
"Now – where were we?" Carl's voice whispered in her ear. "I told you this would get exciting. You don't need to worry about being late home. Your husband knows where you are now." Carl's voice took on an evil mocking manner as he added, "And he knows that you're being naughty!"
There was something very arousing for Linda being able to hear her husband's voice ask for details while these men sexually m*****ed her. What would he say if he could see her? Men at each side and two that were masturbating in front of her! And one of them getting closer – closer to her face with his cock. She was looking directly at its little pee-hole – just a couple of inches away. What would he say if he was able to see her, letting her jaw drop and opening her mouth as it came even closer?
"Good girl!" hissed Carl. She offered no resistance as both Dave and Carl slipped their thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and gently she allowed her legs to raise into the air so they could be taken off. As her feet returned to the floor she sat with mouth obligingly open, offering, and waiting for it to be filled with his dick. She was lowered down onto the bed and the throbbing penis followed her mouth. As it entered and she took her first suck she could still hear her husband asking, "Tell me what she is doing now!"
Conscious that someone was between her legs she spread them wide her self without needing prompting. Linda felt the head of a penis against her vagina, trying to find its way in.
"Do you want that inside you?" Carl's satanic voice asked her.
"Yes!" she answered simply, then sucked hard again on the cock in her mouth.
Now she was fucking and sucking at the same time! What would her husband say now? Suddenly her hands were grabbed and each one was placed round the stiff cocks of Dave and Carl. Now she was busy with four dicks – all at the same time! She listened to her husband while she bathed in this erotic mind-blowing multiple sex. Her legs wrapped around the waist of the man fucking her twat.
"What are they doing with her?"
"They have their hands inside her bra and one has his hand up her skirt. She seems to be enjoying it – she has her legs wide open for them." The man smirked as he teased.
"Is she touching them? Do they have their cocks out?" His voice was urgent and anxious but still not outraged.
"I – I don't like saying really! I sound like a real telltale. Maybe I should keep quiet."
"Tell me!" demanded her hubby.
"OK! Well yes – they have got her to wank them off. I shouldn't really tell."
The husband was now silent. Why? Linda wondered whether it was from shock – or was it because he was turned on and picturing the scene? Was he masturbating as he imagined what she was doing with his friends? He must also realise, thought Linda that if the man on the phone was able to describe the scene to him that she was performing to an audience. Having sex while others watched! Why wasn't he going ballistic?
"Isn't that really exciting and arousing – fucking and sucking while your husband is on the phone – and him knowing that you're being naughty?" She heard Carl whisper loudly.
Linda was beside herself with pleasure and ecstasy – never before had been so turned on. Never had she enjoyed sex so much. As the cocks inside her mouth and cunt discharged their liquid Linda willingly accepted replacements as others started to pound away fucking her. Now, with a free hand, she gripped the shaft of the cock in her mouth and milked it. Each man hung on as long as he could until eventually loosing control and ejaculating. Now it was the turn of the man on the phone, someone suggested.
"What's happening?" she heard her husband ask quietly.
"Well, I don't like to mention this but – I'm being invited to take a turn with your wife! For a kiss and cuddle – and to play with her tits – like the others have done."
Her husband's voice was strained and barely audible.
"Is she asking you over or is Carl and Dave?"
"Your wife is laid across the bed with her skirt up showing her panties – her blouse is unfastened and her bra is pulled under her bosom. Her tits are on display. She is waiting for me – sat up, leaning on one elbow – smiling." The man spoke very slowly and seriously attempting to keep a straight face.
Linda heard a groan from down the phone.
"Do you mind if I stop talking to you and take my turn?"
Linda thought it was an incredible question to ask – but the response was even more unbelievable!
"Has she played with all their cocks – are you going to see if she will wank you off too?" Her husband asked the question without anger or rage.
"Not sure about all – maybe she will mine – she seems to have enjoyed touching them. Not sure if she has done more – I wasn't able to quite see all that was going on. I have my cock out and she looks interested. Like I said – she is waiting for me to join her on the bed – she is watching me rubbing my dick. She is waiting for it! Do you mind if I go now?"
There was silence for a few seconds then Linda heard her husband's amazing response. "OK – But don't hang up the phone! Just leave the line open and put the receiver down quietly."
He had never figured out that all in the flat were listening to him. The other men were as surprised as Linda was. So he wanted to listen to other men having sex with his wife!
As the man approached the bedroom Linda positioned her self at the edge, sat up with her legs open. As the others watched she took hold of the man's penis and began to suck and slowly pull his foreskin. The man eventually pulled away and Linda beckoned him to lie on the bed on his back. Now it was her turn to reach the dizzy heights of an orgasm – she was going to "ride" him. For the next few minutes the men watched as Linda bucked up and down on the man grinding her groin into him. She was about to cum when the ones who had recovered sufficiently to regain an erection stood and as one grabbed her tits from behind helping her keep her balance the other offered his cock to her. Only a second away from exploding with sexual emotion she groaned and screamed softly then took the penis into her mouth as she orgasmed. She felt sperm shoot into her cunt almost simultaneously then liquid dribble into her mouth.
Hello!" she heard her husband ask. "Is anyone there?"
It was almost an hour later when Linda walked up the garden path and opened the front door to her house. Now she would have to face the consequences of her actions. "I'll wait until he starts to shout then I'll tell him I could hear everything he said," she mumbled to her self. "Serves him right anyway – he set me up and spied on me. I suppose it's over between us now."
She knew he husband was still awake and so to give her a few minutes to psyche her self up for the ensuing battle she went to the spare bedroom. Catching the sight of her reflection in the mirror she stopped and looked. Dishevelled hair - crumpled clothes – like a tramp – slut. Her husband stepped into the room and she faced him through the mirror.
"Have you had an exciting evening?" he asked.
His voice was pleasant – not facetious – something was wrong!
"Yes!" she retorted sharply, "And I've been in the company of your friends!"
She waited for the outburst and nervously began to unbutton her blouse.
"I know," said her husband coming up behind her and placing his arms around her waist. She felt him kiss her neck gently and then he stopped her from removing her blouse.
"Don't take that off yet," he quietly whispered in her ear. "Come to bed and tell me all about you're evening. Perhaps you should go out more often."
With that comment he gently turned her around and led her back to the main bedroom. She didn't speak and he just smiled calmly at her.
"Everything is OK," he said. "Everything is OK"
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