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Anna glanced across the room and gave a little coy smile
before averting her eyes from the men who were gazing back
at her. She knew exactly why they were taking an interest
in her and the excitement of it all caused her to take in a
deep breath that pushed her ample breasts ever so tighter
against the thin silky material of her blouse. Anna was
well aware that the dark red circle that surrounded her
now erect nipples would be visible to all against the harsh
lights of this corner of the bar.
The short flared skirt did little to hide her stocking tops
and the seat she had chosen to sit on was not near a table that
offered her lower body some form of cover. All this was not
through sheer carelessness; this was Anna being at her
most daring.
The man sat next to her asked if she wanted another drink
then rose to move to the bar. Anna saw the men across the room
now take the opportunity to be less discreet and felt their
eyes examining every inch of her body while their facial
expressions betrayed the lewd and lustful thoughts that
ran through their minds. The woman blushed but was brave
enough to look back and give them all a little shy smile that
almost broke out into a giggle.
One man licked his lips in an exaggerated way letting her
know he desired her; she laughed again before looking away.
Then, feeling very adventurous and wicked she shuffled
her legs about making her thighs part and displayed for
a few long seconds, the gusset of her white panties. Almost
in unison the men drew in deep breaths and cleared their
throats as they enjoyed the spectacle. It was enough to
attract the attention of the woman's partner who was
still waiting at the bar to be served with drinks.
Just in time he too witnessed part of the show through the
mirror at the back of the counter. He felt a thrill watching
how Anna endeavoured to make it all look so accidental and
innocent. In fact it was her coy demeanour coupled with
her shy smiles and giggles that helped give the situation
an air of erotic sensuality. It wouldn't be quite the
same, thought the man, if she was blatantly flinging her
legs open to all and sundry.
Careful not to spoil the event he watched discreetly through
the mirror noting how vulnerable she seemed under the lustful
scrutiny of the band of men. Anna smiled again at the men
who by now must have been confused wondering why this delectable
woman hadn't noticed just how much leg she was showing
and had not covered up.
Bringing the drinks back to the table her partner excused
him self and disappeared to the men's room. He knew
full well that the men, still watching every move they made,
would be hoping for more visual delights and he felt his
cock twitch as he pictured the scene. Holding his cock as
he stood by the trough he felt it growing and stiffening
as his arousal grew.
Of course he was right to assume what Anna's actions
would be. Fiddling in her bag she moved around causing her
knickers to become visible and leaning forward she gave
an excellent view of her cleavage as a blouse button suddenly
popped open. Anna knew what effect she was having and peeped
up to secretly check out the fronts of her audience's
trousers. She almost began to shake a little when she saw
the outline of more than one interested penis!
Barely able to control his erection her partner returned
to find Anna already rising from her seat to attend to the
same call of nature. She walked slowly and nervously because
she knew she had to almost brush past the men to reach the
door that led into the corridor. They liked her even more
close up and she saw their eyes peer down her top and mentally
undress her. She was very conscious of how her nipples stuck
out and saw one man become fixated with her breasts that
wobbled slightly as she walked.
Her path was just a little blocked making her stop and as
she turned to squeeze past sideways one of the men spoke
to her.
"You're a very sexy looking lady!" he grinned
before eyeing her from head to toe making no pretence at
what he was focusing on.
His friends unanimously agreed making Anna's cheeks
flush bright red. She hadn't expected such close contact
and wasn't quite ready for it yet. The conversation
went on and Anna nervously answered their questions telling
them all about her self ‒ or at least certain little mundane
things. The men sometimes embarrassed her sometimes positively
shocked her with their forthright sexual comments. Suddenly
she became aware that she had been away from her waiting
partner for perhaps too long and escaped just in time to
avoid answering the next question.
"So ‒ what is a girl like you doing in a joint like this?
We haven't seen you here before. Did your boyfriend
bring you here?"
"It's not my boyfriend, " she explained
shyly, "It's my husband. Sorry, I'll have
to go now."
When she did eventually return to her table the men had gone.
Her husband quietly asked, "What did they say to you?"
"Well, they asked if it was our first time here because
they hadn't seen us before."
The corny line was nevertheless a very relevant question
‒ just why where they drinking in what was a downmarket and
rather tawdry establishment? Why would Anna have found
it difficult to answer the question honestly?
Well, after being married for seven years they had, one
night in bed talked about what turned them both on. Like
many other couples, in an effort to stop their sex life becoming
stale they had had 'the talk'. Now at thirty three
years old they were becoming conscious that the years fly
by and life's routine sometimes makes for a very boring
In short, the outcome of it was that to the surprise of them
both Harry, the husband had expressed an interest in tales
and stories of wife-watching. He had admitted that the
few times his wife had been a little indiscreet and men had
noticed that he had experienced an incredible excitement.
He sat up in bed embarrassed at his admission but it was quickly
turned into a breathtaking shock when Anna revealed that
she would be quite willing to exhibit herself when the opportunity
arose. She too, confessed the young wife, got a thrill from
showing off to men and if she hadn't been so shy or scared
about what would happen if he had caught her being naughty
would happily have become quite the exhibitionist. When
she told her husband that on one occasion she had answered
the door to a caller and purposely let her gown fall open
he nearly choked and it was several days before he got his
head round it all. There were aspects of his wife's
character that he knew nothing about ‒ and it both scared
and thrilled him.
So it had come about that the couple had agreed they should
seek a little adventure and excitement. They would go out
with Anna dressed to thrill and she would flash her body
in front of men. Though not of course in their own neighbourhood!
And that is why they were in a downtown area of low repute.
It was much less daunting, they reasoned, and she would
be less self conscious, that if she wanted to dress sluttish
or very daring it was best in a place where it was almost expected
- a place where such women fit in easily.
Though this middle class and sedate couple's idea
of a "rough joint" was slightly misplaced so
they had actually not chosen an appropriate place even
though it was a little downmarket for their standards.
However, it was a place in which they felt comfortable and
having found similar bars they had returned to this part
of town several times.
A point of discussion between them was "Is it sexier
to wear a very tight short skirt that rides up the thigh and
shows off her bum to its best advantage or like on this night
a short flared skirt that, when she dances, as she sometimes
did, would billow up and display her scant underwear."
Now, on these special nights when they went out each article
of clothing, bra, top, stockings, was chosen with sex in
mind and its potential to attract the attention of other
Many was the time the couple had worked their way into a sexual
frenzy just talking about it and when Harry witnessed her
actually showing off to men the pleasure he felt was beyond
belief. As yet though, in the pursuit of their hobby there
had been no contact with other men other than a few small
comments ‒ but that was about to change.
"They told me I looked very sexy and had an awesome
figure, " Anna informed her husband excitedly but
"They made me blush because they said I had aroused
them and it would show when they stood to leave. One of them
actually pointed down to the bulge in his pants!"
As she related the rest of the conversation to Harry both
were starting to feel the excitement building up though
Harry was a little concerned about his wife's willingness
to stay and chat with the men.
"Did you enjoy being so close to them after letting
them see up your skirt? Did it turn you on?" he asked.
"Yes, " answered his wife without any hesitation.
"They told me they are going on to that club in the next
street. They suggested we should try it ‒ go along later."
Harry felt a surge of jealousy and apprehension thinking
of how quickly and easily his wife had become intimate with
these complete strangers. What would she be like if she
was here without him, he wondered?
"Do you want to go there?" he inquired.
"It might be fun, " she said pointedly.
Again Harry felt his nerves tighten realising that his
usually shy wife wanted to meet again the men she had just
purposely sexually teased and displayed her knickers
to. This had never happened before; she had never wanted
to pursue the naughty games with the same men or man and certainly
not been brave enough to stand and chat with them too!
"If we go...and they are there...will you be teasing
them again...flashing for them?"
"Why do you ask?" she retorted. "If the
chance is there and it seems OK to do it then probably yes.
Isn't that what we like to do when we come out ‒ what we
enjoy doing?"
"Yeah, it's just that you've never done
it for the same men twice, and after having talked to them
too. Maybe they'll think you've followed them
and want something more."
"So won't that make it more exciting ‒ for us I
mean? I'm not going to just walk up to them and say, 'Hey
it's me again!' am I? They may not even notice we
are there anyway."
"We'll go to the club!" Harry blurted out
before gulping down his drink.
The music was a mixture of blues and jazz that fitted well
with the tacky and drab décor. This was a backstreet club
for backstreet people and Harry looked warily around the
room peering into the dark dingy recesses. Every few seconds
a face peered out from the gloom, usually the face of a rough
and hard drinking man who obviously made his living using
his big hands and muscles. Whether that work was likely
to be considered legal or industrious Harry felt could
leave room for doubt.
"Maybe we are out of our depth here, " suggested
"We'll have a drink and see how it goes...but
you could be right." Harry showed his nervousness.
For a while they sat at a table in a quiet corner watching
the handful of dancers that had responded to the now more
upbeat tunes. The place was barely half full but given that
various groups were huddled away in little cubicles and
enclaves with high back seats it was difficult to tell.
The lights were turned down too so when a waiter approached
with two more glasses the couple only noticed him when he
"The guy's over in the opposite corner send their
regards, " he told them slamming the drinks down
before quickly disappearing again.
After a hurried consideration both decided it would be
better to accept and drink the stuff so not to cause offence.
Harry strained his eyes trying to see who exactly had been
so hospitable. His question was answered a minute later
when a well built man approached.
"Hello again, OK if I ask your wife for a dance?"
A short silence was followed by Harry stuttering his permission
and without actually being asked the question Anna rose
from her seat and allowed the man to guide her to the floor.
Now Harry saw more faces appear from the corner as men leaned
forward to 'clock' Anna in her little flared short
mini skirt.
Rock and roll classics filled the air and Anna showed off
her ability to jive. She was good and so was the man, in fact
out of the dozen or so people on the floor they were the ones
who stood out. Though to the men in the corner and to others
similarly placed it also had something to do with the way
Anna's skirt took off when she twirled.
Through the dim light Harry could still see the view his
wife was giving the watching men. So too could he read the
lustful grins on their faces as her dancing partner moved
them closer to the corner table. It went on, the dance finished
and Anna stayed chatting to the man between tracks before
they moved again. They danced with great vigour and they
became hot and dishevelled. Harry knew because he saw the
buttons on his wife's blouse pop open to show the silky
glow of her white perspiring bosoms. In spite of her bra
being low cut the edges of her cups could still be seen.
Harry's cock rose to the occasion as every time his
wife spun round the naked flesh of her upper thighs contrasting
with her dark stocking tops made her look most delectable.
Then they were gone.
For an instant Harry had taken his eyes away and she was no
longer there!
With eyes flitting around the room he felt panic setting
in. She hadn't passed him to go to the ladies room so
where was she?
"We wondered if you'd like to join us over there
in the corner."
The man who had slithered down unseen next to Harry startled
"Your wife's over there at our table ‒ she wasn't
sure whether you would want to come over ‒ so I'm here
to ask."
The man sounded intimidating even though polite which
alarmed Harry even more. His lips moved but no words came
out causing the guy to smile at his dilemma, then the man
spoke again.
"Look friend, we can see you are a man who likes to see
his wife enjoy life and have fun with others ‒ know what I'm
saying? Come over and we can all have a good time!"
Harry's instinct was to deny what the man was implying
and he was a little embarrassed that they had been so obviously
transparent and indiscreet. "Can't sit here
on your own, pal ‒ follow me!"
He did, and during the couple of seconds it took for Anna
to see her husband had arrived a lot was taken in by him.
She was laughing merrily, the centre of attention amongst
the group of six men. Two either side of her and two sat more
or less in front she was positioned slightly back from the
table so all could see from her head to her foot. She was on
display and it hadn't been accidental. The hem of her
skirt was almost folded across her tummy showing just the
faintest glimpse of the front of her panties. The disarranged
blouse was still unbuttoned more than it should have been
and now as she was hot from dancing it clinged tightly to
her breasts accentuating her nipples. A man held her hand
‒ in place on his upper thigh.
They all laughed at a witty remark then Anna looked up losing
her smile for a second. She was seeking knowledge on whether
her husband approved ‒ and was as happy as she was. Harry
felt just a little uneasy at seeing his wife's unconcern
of this close contact and too his shock she made no attempt
to remove her hand from the man's thigh.
"Sit down fella'!" said a voice from the
table. "We told your wife not to be a spoilsport and
keep pulling her skirt down. We all agreed she should let
us have a better look at her amazing body from close up. Those
sexy legs are the best I've seen here in a long time!
And my, don't we all love to see girl's in stockings,
not pantyhose!"
When one of the other's reminded them they should not
forget to mention her lovely tits all grinned and agreed
making Anna blush and giggle. Though, as Harry noticed
again, she seemed to really be enjoying it all.
Feeling nervous even though everyone patted him on the
back and shook his hand he sat quietly listening to the men
discus his wife's attributes as they sat gawping lewdly
at her. Anna, in turn, answered their silly questions and
responded shyly between her bouts of giggling and little
girl glances. Sometimes she caught the eye of her husband
and seemed a little anxious for a sign but then the next comment
would make her giggle again and she would look away.
Obligingly she moved her legs around first stretching
one out then bending it fully making the men hopeful they
would catch a better glimpse of her panties.
"Go on, " pleaded one man, "Just let those
knees spread a little wider!"
Anna giggled loudly and drew a deep breath pretending to
be outraged ‒ but she loved it and was excited by it. Then
looking coy and nervous she let her thighs part slowly and
using her spare hand actually pushed her skirt just a little
higher! Not all the way but enough to expose that sensuous
little triangle of cloth. Again she giggled telling the
men that all this was very naughty and she shouldn't
be doing it!
After a while Harry detected a little movement in her forearm.
He was probably the only one now who didn't have a full
view of where her other hand was but his imagination told
him that it was no longer sat resting on the man's thigh.
Now he noticed a change in her facial expression and saw
in her eyes a look of surprise and shock. even though she
still giggled and smiled. Her laughter sounded strained
and she glanced at her husband as though someone had just
pinched her bottom. A certain air of fear, alarm at what
might happen next could be read on her face. Then, as though
resigning herself to the event she seemed to avoid Harry's
glance and let her eyes flit in every direction before staring
at the floor. Her breathing too had become strained and
deeper causing her chest to heave.
The torso of a big man was in the way and Harry couldn't
see to Anna's right hand side. Still her arm moved rhythmically
but slowly up and down, to and fro. Harry could stand it no
longer and stood up from his chair. His sudden movement
alerted the men something was amiss but they did nothing
waiting for his next move. They knew full well what had caused
his wife's astonishment.
Harry looked down to see his wife's hand held over the
crotch of the man holding her hand. He was doing the actions
stimulating his penis by holding the woman's fingers
in place around his shaft. Instinctively Anna, on seeing
her husband's attitude tried to withdraw her arm but
was held firm.
"Relax baby, its fine! We are having fun here, no need
to worry."
It all happened very quickly and Harry was just finding
the right words to say when he was told to sit down. The big
man in front of him spoke softly but with menace in his voice.
"Hey, don't go causing any trouble; let's
not spoil a good night. Chill out man, you like to see your
wife teasing men like us so this is just carrying it a stage
further. It's more upfront ‒ you're just not used
to it that's all. Don't fret ‒ we know about those
little fantasies you have in your head, time to put your
money where your mouth is friend. Look, she's scared
now and she was OK before you alarmed her."
Harry felt the evil stare of several men burn into him. Before
he took his next breath a hand came down on his shoulder and
encouraged him to sit.
"It's fine now babe, it was just a reaction, just
go back to enjoying yourself again. Stay calm."
Harry heard the words directed to his wife and looked to
see a confused look on her face.
"Tell her that you're fine now Harry, that you're
cool, " instructed one man. It was more of a command
than a suggestion.
Harry told all he was fine and feeling the need to avoid any
danger forced a smile to his wife before repeating himself.
The men immediately reverted to their jocular but lewd
ways as they resumed watching Anna's hand being used
to bring pleasure.
"Just open those thighs a little more again sugar, "
whispered one man, "Things got a little spoilt there."
Harry watched his wife oblige.
Again with the crucial bit of the scene blocked from his
view Harry could only watch Anna's forearm and see
the expression of her face. True, like the others he could
see the display of leg and panties and was able to watch the
heaving of her chest that pushed her nipples forward and
caused the crease of her cleavage to widen then close Also
he felt somewhat guilty that all this was making his cock
very hard and giving him a perverted thrill.
His heart beat quickened when he saw the man seated at her
other side start to stroke her stockings, stopping just
short of the three inches of bare flesh at the top of her leg.
"That's it Anna, enjoy the excitement, "
he told her.
Was it this or something else that made her suddenly let
out a soft yell and her eyes open wide? Her arm too was busier,
going a little faster, and working as little harder. The
men had stopped joking and now seemed quieter and more serious.
Harry kept hearing little gasps and whistles and exclamations
of the sort usually uttered by people watching sex films.
Suddenly Harry saw the other man let his hand drift right
up to Anna's panties and gently commence to rub the
swollen mound. He had to try and stand again but was pulled
"Hey, Jed, move over a little so Harry can see too!"
Jed did as he was bid to reveal that Anna's hand was now
wrapped around an exposed and very stiff cock ‒ she was busy
masturbating the man but that was not the only shock Harry
witnessed. No longer was her hand being forcibly held in
place. The man had withdrawn his penis from his pants and
after starting her off had relaxed his grip to let her set
her own rhythm. His hand was hardly touching her but she
had not protested or snatched her arm away. And on her face
was a little shy smile that was followed by one of her little
Anna, on hearing the man say Harry wanted to watch had taken
it to be a sign of his approval and was now quite happy to please
the men.
Several minutes passed by with everyone enjoying the show.
The guy stroking Anna's legs bunched her skirt high
letting the others watch as his fingers went from her upper
thigh down to her knee then up to the mound. Sometimes he
ran his hands over her belly and Harry knew he was soon going
to be tempted to delve down inside her panties. Events put
paid to that idea as the cock she was holding stiffened and
the audience yelled out knowing soon it was about to erupt.
Anna was urged not to stop and with great embarrassment
she tried to look away but curiosity got the better of her
and with cheeks burning red she peeped at the cock she was
masturbating. When it did shoot its sticky liquid out she
was heard to give out a long sigh and moan before the shouts
of the men drowned out her voice.
With laughter and great joy all around the attentions of
the other occupants of the club were drawn to the group.
"Say, you guys, the manager has asked me to tell you
to cool it!" said the waiter, who had witnessed the
last few seconds of fun.
Behind him the manager himself spoke out, "Over the
top a little men! Why don't you all go over into the corner
then you don't cause me to loose my license!"
Harry, still reeling from his wife's willing behaviour
wondered why these hard men did not argue with the man but
instead did as they were bid.
"Come on Harry!" urged the man next to him pulling
him up from his seat "Can't argue with the boss-man!"
Looking for a chance to tell Anna that they should now take
the opportunity to scram double quick, Harry, with dismay
saw his wife being led into the dark corner of the room. He
was sure he saw her smile and giggle as a man joked with her
seeming happy to follow him. Within a minute Harry was being
sat into a chair at the edge of a large semi-circular cubicle
that had room for them all with extra chairs around the front.
Anna had been taken away to the dance floor and he could only
watch as she jived away with her two partners.
She was happy and content ‒ and that fact filled Harry with
despair and anger. She had just been forced to wank off a
stranger and had her pussy played with in front of a watching
audience and she should be upset and desperate to get away.
That, at least is how Harry thought it ought to be ‒ shouldn't
she be ashamed that she had to perform this right in front
of her husband too? Had not their little sex games gone over
the top?
Anna twirled and made her skirt billow up showing her pants
and stocking tops, just as she usually did when out to tease.
She showed no distress and in between numbers laughed and
chatted to the men letting them kiss her cheeks and hold
her around the waist. The others talked amongst themselves
then as Harry momentarily withdrew his vigilance deep
in thought Anna was suddenly gone.
Panic set in and now not being coaxed to remain in his seat
dashed to the door that led to the corridor. He surveyed
the area and hoped she was in the ladies room. Hoping she
would appear alone he planned to make his escape through
the backdoor.
"Your wife's powdering her nose, " a voice
told him. One of the men she had been dancing with came from
the men's room and passed him saying he needed a drink.
Now was his chance and sure enough Anna came out behind a
party of very noisy females.
"Quick!" he said as he grabbed her arm, "Let's
go out the back way."
He felt resistance and bewildered he stared his wife in
the eye.
"Are you not upset and scared after what's just
Harry detected a disappointed look on his wife's face.
"Do you not want to leave?" he asked incredulously.

"It got a little out of hand but it's OK now. They
won't hurt us you know, as long as you don't try
to cause any trouble."
She seemed confused as though she was trying to find ways
to rationalise the situation and justify reasons why they
should stay. Looking sheepishly down at the ground she
listened to her husband's pleading and reasoning.
"But you always said you would like it if you saw me
with other men. This is why we both enjoyed me teasing...thinking
what it may lead up to. Now it's actually happened you
have got cold feet and want to go home!"
Harry, stunned and surprised, put one more point forward,
"You do realise that if you go and sit with them again
they will want you to do more things for them? That's
why they have moved into the corner ‒ the manager isn't
going to stop them because it was his idea."
"I know, " she said quietly.
"Then you don't mind ‒ you want to stay and let
them maul you?"
Almost imperceptibly Anna's reply came and left Harry
"It's fun ‒ exciting."
Suddenly as though someone had flicked a switch she brightened
up and spoke urgently.
"They will be missing us ‒ let's go back in before
they come looking!"
Incredibly she took his hand and hurrying ahead pulled
him with her back into the club's lounge. She said she
would dance again and pointed him to the group of men who
beckoned him to rejoin them. He had no choice but to resume
sitting with them and saw his glass had been replenished.
"It's a drink on the house Harry, the waiter's
been told to get you anything you want ‒ all night."
After a slight pause the man spoke again, "Your wife
enjoys having fun with us. We will have better fun later
when the place is quieter ‒ when most of the strangers have
Harry felt his stomach churn wondering what the man's
comment implied. The menace in the tone of his voice kept
Harry from questioning him further.
"I think maybe you are a little shy to show how much
it thrills you watching your wife with other men. It's
OK, we have met people like you before ‒ lots of guys like
to watch. Just takes a little while before you feel comfortable
that's all. Don't worry about showing how much
pleasure it gives you, do what comes naturally."
Harry almost laughed out loud at this gangster's attempt
to lecture him and play the sex therapist. Cynically he
grinned and thanked the guy.
Some of the other men had been away from the table and they
returned just as Anna and her dance partner returned.
"Glad to see you still here Harry!" said one
making the others smile.
As they shuffled for their seats a big rough bearded man
announced he needed a breather.
"I could do with a little air, " he said, then
as he looked at Anna suggested, "Why don't you
come out back with me and keep me company for a few minutes?"
Harry was very conscious of the knowing glances and smirks
exchanged by the others. Surely his wife had noticed too
and would turn down the offer.
Her little giggle told him she was going to oblige the man
and sure enough she stood waiting for him to lead the way.
Harry knew by the way her cheeks flushed and how she averted
his gaze that she certainly was aware that the man had lewd
intentions. Nevertheless he watched open mouthed as she
willingly went with him out of the room.
It was a long four or five minutes that followed and Harry's
nerves were on edge. The pictures that came into his mind
made him feel sick and his hands shook. The remaining men
mostly ignored him as they talked away but just occasionally
told him not to worry. Harry couldn't decide whether
they were making fun of him or if they were genuinely trying
to calm him down. When one of the men went to the bar then disappeared
through the same door Harry's great distress was evident.
"Harry, " said one man softly after a lull in
the conversation, "Why don't you go and watch
what's going on. Go and join them then maybe you'll
feel better. Don't spoil things though."
He could feel all eyes on him as they waited for his response.
Shaking like a leaf he tried not to rush as he made his way
to the door then once in the corridor hurried to find the
exit. It was a fire door that led into a small courtyard and
like one would expect was used for storage. A couple of people
stood around near the opening but ignored Harry as he stepped
out into the yard. For a minute he couldn't see anyone
then from behind a stack of crates he heard a low moan.
Resisting the urge to rush forward he stealthily crept
around the stacks. He didn't want to be seen because
now he could observe Anna and see just what she was prepared
to do when she thought she was free from him. The poor man's
heart pounded and his mouth was dry as more moans reached
his ears just as he was about to peer around the corner.
The scene before him stopped his breath. Anna was stood
side on to the big man who was leaning against the wall of
the courtyard. He was very busy kneading her breasts which
by now were out of their harness while her top and bra straps
were off her shoulders. Anna's was busy too ‒ her hand
was wrapped around a very thick and hard shaft. Harry saw
her wrist moving his foreskin slowly up and down.
Astounding though it was that didn't complete the
scene that met his eyes. Behind his wife was the other man
who, as he lazily smoked a cigarette had his other hand between
Anna's legs. Her skirt was folded around her waist
and even the skin of her belly above her panties was visible.
Her hips, whether by accident or design moved in little
circles against the man's probing fingers
The predominant fact in Harry's mind was that all this
was unhurried and slow. It was all being done for pure mutual
sexual pleasure. She was not being forced or coerced ‒ it
was not an act of flustered instant gratification done
before she was likely to beg them to stop. It was being done
slowly and they were taking their time. Harry actually
heard them calmly speaking to each other. Though the sounds
that made the most impact on Harry was Anna's little
whimpers and giggles that preceded her moans of sexual
Listening he heard the big man tell Anna how nice her tits
felt and what a fine woman she was. The woman lapped it all
up and giggled as she thanked him. The smoker had now finished
his cigarette so having both hands free he held Anna while
his fingers slipped inside the top of her panties and delved
down the front to find her slit. Harry watched mesmerised
as his wife merely responded by giggling yet again then
let out a little feeble "ooh!" <br>
"Come on baby finish me off!" said the big man.
The watching husband saw a large hand take hold of his wife
around the back of her neck and pull her face down toward
his cock.
"No it can't be ‒ she isn't going to do it surely!"
Harry whispered to himself.
But she did and he just watched helplessly. He heard gurgles
and moans and the slurping sounds almost made him feel disgusted
knowing his wife's mouth was sucking on this musty
shaft. A yell and loud groan told Harry the man had 'cum'
‒ but Anna's face stayed put and he could see she was
still sucking.
The man behind still had his hand inside her panties and
as she stood Harry saw the sticky liquid on her cheeks and
chin just visible in the half light of the yard. Expecting
her now to cry or protest or even run away through a fit of
conscience Harry saw and her just giggle in her girlish
He was lost in his despair and taken by surprise when the
big man was almost upon him.
"Harry!" he shouted, "Didn't know
you were watching ‒ go and join them!"
Shocked now he had been discovered Harry stepped toward
his wife and the groping man. The big man, now with lust satisfied
went on his way back into the club.
It almost felt surreal as husband stood before wife in the
yard. The guy still had his hand in her knickers but she cared
"How long have you been standing there?" she
asked calmly and nonchalantly.
"All the time, " he answered, hoping to shame
It did not cause her any distress and she smiled and laughed
a little as her hips moved involuntarily due to the movement
of the man's fingers in her pussy. With her distinctive
shy and coy manner she proceeded to wipe some of the jism
from her face.
"Can I borrow your handkerchief?" she asked
of her husband, "It's got everywhere!"
Harry found his hand meekly obeying as he pulled the square
of cloth from his pocket and handed it to Anna. There was
a short awkward silence before the man's voice broke
through the night air.
"Say Harry!" he began, "That was good
to watch eh? Why don't you step nearer and let me watch
her do you now?"
"Well, " uttered Anna shyly smiling all over
her sperm stained face, "He might not want me to ‒ not
She addressed the man but it was a question to her husband.
Harry could not believe she had done such a thing! Was this
really happening or was it a weird dream ‒ was this really
the woman he had married? Here he was, stood listening to
her speaking so calmly having a conversation while a man
had his fingers deep inside her and she was happily stood
with her tits hanging out and her clothes bunched around
her waist!
"Come on, I'd love to watch you suck cock again!"
said the man.
"Oh...OK...I suppose I will then!" said Anna
resigning herself to the man's request.
Without further ado she unzipped her husbands fly while
he stood dumbfounded taking it all in.
Soon he was in the strange situation of standing in the backyard
of a club being masturbated by his wife while another man
played inside her knickers.
Nature took over, he felt his cock start to rise and stiffen.
Anna noticed too and squeaked her approval. She kissed
him and he tasted the salty cum from her previous efforts
‒ it caused his penis to stiffen even more! He watched how
her tits bounced up and down and saw her delighted face smiling
at him.
"I told you it would be fun!" she whispered in
his ear before she sank down in front of him.
His penis slipped into her mouth and she greedily sucked
on him. This is how the other man enjoyed her ‒ this is what
he watched her do to him. She loved the way her pussy was being
played with at the same time because Harry could tell that
she did.
"Fucking hell!" hissed the other man.
Harry saw him almost ripping her panties down and his heart
skipped a beat as the man then lifted his wife's backside
high in the air. When Harry heard the sound of a zip he realised
he was about to watch Anna be fucked from behind by a stranger.
Would she now call a halt and say this is enough? Would he,
her husband just stand there and watch this man fuck his
wife right in front of him?
Anna yelped when she felt the man's dick but then just
sucked harder. Harry thought he must now be inside her because
his hips bucked against her. Should he stop it now? Perhaps
just this once it would be interesting and exciting to watch
how his wife responds to another man fucking her. He felt
her suck with more enthusiasm so she liked what she was experiencing.
Almost unconsciously Harry's hands fell to hold his
wife in place, supporting her and balancing her as she jerked
back and forth. Helping to her keep her mouth wrapped around
his cock he watched and listened to her enjoying the other
man's penis inside her cunt.
The man slapped her arse twice and Harry, shocked, waited
for his wife's protest.
"Oh yeah!" he heard her say as she momentarily
took his dick from her mouth.
She liked that too, and Harry just held on to her as he watched
the man repeat the action.
Tried as he may Harry couldn't hold back his rising
sperm for long. With a feeling of embarrassment and guilt
he gave in to Anna's lips and the erotic sight before
his eyes. His wife drank his juice with a thirst like she
had never had before. She begged her husband, even though
he was spent to hold her tight and in place so not to loose
the pleasure of the thrusting cock behind her. She was very
vocal for the last few minutes of her shafting and at last
the man exploded inside her.
No longer was there any evidence of shyness and as their
passion subsided, Anna turned and happily licked the man
Silently they moved back indoors and as Anna excused herself
by the door to the ladies room the men smartened them selves
up and went back into the club.
"Do you want to go home now?" was the only thing
Harry thought to say.
"Not really, not just yet, " his wife told him.
The one thing that scared Harry now was that he knew his wife
didn't like to be left unsatisfied after sex. He knew
she was still aroused and if they had been home and he was
exhausted then this would be the time she would bring herself
off with dildo or fingers. Whatever she would do tonight
didn't bare thinking about.
For another hour he watched his wife dance as though nothing
abnormal had happened then sit and chat happily to any man
or men who cared to talk to her. Sipping on her drink and once
again sounding like a giggling shy housewife she would
accept with equal polite delight invitations to dance
or to go and sit in a more private dark corner.
Whether the request came from one man or two she would say
the same, "Oh...go on then!" before either
walking to the dance floor or sitting away from the others
and allowing her clothing to be undone and performing favours.

Harry was 'made' to circulate by the other men
but observed from a distance. Once when he was near her table
his wife asked him if he was OK just as she was about to delve
into a dark recess with two men. Minutes later he got to see
her with legs spread wide and knickers off sucking one cock
while she used her hand on the other.
That time she didn't see the point of dressing because
two others stood by waiting their turn. Anna was heard to
giggle and sigh as one of the new men made a bee-line for her
tits and sucked on her nipples. Several men just preferred
to watch and Anna clearly didn't give a damn.
Suddenly Harry was more aware of the quietness. No longer
were their many voices talking at once or invasive music
playing in the background. Most had gone and now the bar
had closed the manager came to join them with two of his 'heavies.'
Harry felt scared because he realised that Anna was the
only woman left in the room.
She was asked to join them for a drink and did so but Harry
saw she had had more than enough. Told to sit next to the boss
man she was flanked by a man of wide proportions. The talk
was pleasant and boss man asked her about her life and likes.
It became a little more direct and blatant making Anna resort
to her usual giggling and laughter. She was like the little
naïve housewife again but Harry saw something else in her
He could see how the danger and tension and sexuality was
arousing and exciting her. Here were three men who would
most probably make sure they got what they wanted and they
seemed to be building up to wanting her! She had obliged
everyone else tonight so how could she refuse them? Now
she was blushing and looking coy when they told her she had
nice tits and amazing legs. It was different now the room
was quiet and everyone was watching and listening. Lots
of men stood around their table, all in earshot and interested
in what the boss man was saying.
Harry sat nearby resigned to accept what fate would dish
out and take the consequences of their actions. Their game
had led them here and this was the extreme result of their
playing with fire.
"So now I've more time Anna let me take a closer
look at those tits of yours."
The request took her by surprise and she drew in a breath
before her cheeks glowed red. She protested and went shy
looking at the ground. The man laughed and told her again
he wanted a better look.
"But everyone's watching!" she reasoned,
"And you've turned the lights up!"
"Shall I get Jake there to help you?" he asked
pointing to the man on her left.
Anna knew what he was threatening and she shivered trying
to keep the smile on her face. Reluctantly she began to unbutton
her top and having done so held the two halves open for his
"Nice!" he said, then reaching forward he pulled
her left breast from its cup and teased her nipple. All watched
with baited breath as Anna's bra was eventually unfastened
and her tits came out on show to everyone.
"Stand up Anna!" he ordered, "I just love
to see stockings on a pair of fine legs."
He hauled up her skirt and made a meal out of touching and
waxing lyrical about her body and how juicy her cunt felt.
She was mortified when his fingers went inside her and he
faced her toward all the watching men.
"Come on guys!" show her a cock or two and lets
see if she gets even wetter. Give her something to turn her
Some of the less bashful ones did and soon Anna was stood
being fingered while several men in front of her masturbated.
"Take your skirt off Anna, " said the man calmly.
Anna shook as she fumbled with her button, then she felt
the garment fall to the floor. To hoots of approval Anna
was then sat on the boss man's knee facing her audience.
He ran hands up and down her leg then whispered loudly in
her ear so everyone else could hear.
"I believe you are good with your mouth Anna. So we'll
see if that's true as we watch you perform on Jake."
There was going to be a sex show and Anna was the star. Jake
was not a shy man and grunted as he quickly removed his trousers.
He was a big man in every way and Anna's eyes widened
when she saw his weapon.
"Would you prefer that inside your pussy Anna?"
asked the man laughing.
Anna giggled.
Boss man was also good ‒ with his fingers. Anna made some
agreeable noises and as Jake stood in front of her she didn't
need to wait for instructions on what to do next. Reaching
out with both her hands she took hold of the hard cock and
directed it toward her already open mouth. The crowd showed
their approval and cheered loudly.
Jake gave her nipples some rough treatment while boss man
worked hard with his fingers.
"You like that Anna?" he asked at one point.
"Ummm!" she murmured as she greedily sucked
on the cock.
"Make him 'cum' baby let everyone see it
go into your mouth!"
Harry watched this whore, this slut, who was his wife, do
just that. Happily she held her mouth open and let the men
see how the white sperm splashed on her tongue. Harry even
heard her giggles in the midst of it all and saw her hips work
against boss man's fingers. Anna, he observed, was
very much turned on.
"Now I'm going to give you a good fucking Anna!"
announced the boss, "Take your panties off."
Harry felt that sickening surrealism once again as he watched
his wife simply obey the man while at the same time laugh
and smile and giggle as though nothing was amiss. With a
happy face, that nevertheless had lust in the eyes, she
lay back as requested on the table top and lifted her legs
high and wide opening her pussy for all to see.
"How many times has this cunt been fucked tonight
Anna?" asked the man lewdly.
"Three, " she answered.
Harry felt even more sickened, only once had he seen her
being fucked!
"Good to see you're enjoying it all Harry!"
said a voice behind him.
Now it was time for Harry to show some honesty. He followed
the man's gaze and had to finally admit that under the
table his hand was busily pulling on his very stiff penis.
Harry had sat very quiet; too scared to admit just how much
pleasure he himself had received from this unusual nights
events. So his wife had been fucked two more times than he
knew about? It didn't matter ‒ she would tell him about
it later if he asked her.
Lots of men were wanking as they watched Anna who now had
her legs held apart by other men was about to reach her orgasm.
Her giggles and laughter now took on an almost manic nature
and Harry saw how her eyes had glazed over. The man was happy
for his wife ‒ and happy to be able to witness the sexual event.
Maybe, if she really liked tonight...they could do it again
sometime! Maybe they would be invited back.

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O, Fucking hell-What a great story-- 1st time i've
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Cool story!