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Friday afternoon, July 21, 2028

We checked Addie’s suitcase, then I walked with her to the security gate. When she got within a couple people going through, we kissed goodbye. A couple minutes later I watched her walking down the concourse to her gate, her departure still an hour away.

It was 2 PM. The stores were still open, and I could go to the Boise store and visit with Kayla, but I’d just be in her way. Addie and I had stopped for a snack on our way to the airport so I wasn’t hungry. I decided to just go home and get my computer hooked up to the big-screen TV. Whatever Jonah had in mind, I’d rather watch on that than on my little monitor or laptop screen. Sitting on the couch would be a lot more comfortable than my office chair, too.

I finished hooking it up; it only took a few minutes, then sat and waited for five-thirty; four-thirty by his time, almost three hours of waiting. I logged in at a little past five and continued to wait. At 5:35, there still wasn’t anything, and I was getting worried that maybe I’d done something wrong.

My fears were finally allayed at 5:38 when a picture popped up. It looked like an airport setting and it was an incredible picture like I was actually there looking at the scene, 3D and everything on our eighty-inch TV. It looked like he was off somewhere by himself.

Then I heard a voice, “Hey, Matthew, hope you’re getting this. I’ll assume you are. Sorry, I’m a few minutes late. I’ll say right off that I have a lot of respect for you, trusting your wife to a big, ugly, black dude that you don’t even know. I’ll tell you right off that she’ll be okay, maybe a little out of her comfort zone, but she’ll be safe with me.”

“First, I need to tell you what you’re looking at. These glasses,” he pointed to his eyes, apparently wearing glasses, “are state of the art cameras and microphones. There are two lenses and two mikes. It’s recording in 3D and stereo, sending the signal to my phone, then from the phone to the website to you.” When he pointed with his big hands, everything stayed in perfect focus on my big screen. That camera is incredible! Then he said, “Watch this,”

He pointed it, actually, I guess he just looked that direction, at a woman probably thirty or forty feet away. Then I was incredulous as the view zoomed in probably four or five times the original size. “I have a remote in my pocket to control the zoom and little tiny viewfinders in the corners of the glasses so I can see what the camera’s seeing. Pretty neat, huh? This thing cost me a fortune, but it’s worth every penny.”

Wow, I thought, the year is 2028 and technology is changing so damn fast!

He paused a minute.

“Her plane is supposed to get here at five so I can’t talk long before I pick her up.”

He had a little bit of what I guess I’d consider a black tone in his voice, but not as much as I remembered from the brief conversation with his brother a couple weeks ago. He reminded me of someone I’d seen on TV but wasn’t sure who. One thing I wondered; the way Addie had related the story with all the filthy language. I sure wasn’t hearing it. I was hearing nothing but politeness. I questioned if she had made that up just to shock me. Then I remembered the text message. That sure wasn't made up.

“My brother is picking up the other chick. She’ll be a little later. I think he has a big thing going for her. I don’t blame him, she’s a fine lookin' chick. I like mine best, though, she’s spicy, more like a hot chili pepper.” He laughed a little, “And she does like to...  you know what... kept right up with me t'other day.”

It felt funny when he mentioned Tanya and that his brother ‘has a thing’ for her. That sent stabs of jealousy through me. I don’t know, somehow it felt different than with my wife. I’d come to grips with the fact that I liked Addie fucking someone else, being fucked was even better. But Tanya, ever since that first night, the reunion night, I’d felt like she was my girl and I was her guy, other than her husband, of course. I didn’t want to share her with anyone else!

I wondered if Tanner was watching the same thing I was or if Damian had his own 'glasses'.

He laughed again, breaking up my reverie, “I have to admit that Damian and I were pretty disappointed that Friday night when you two hubbies showed up. This last week, you know, when I told my girl no sex… that was kind of retribution to both of you, my way of gettin' even.” He laughed again, I guess thinking that had been a pretty good joke. Some damn joke! “Think it’ll pay some dividends tonight, though.” He teased, “Got some fun plans for tonight, maybe some little surprises for yer pretty lady.”

He raised his wrist and I saw as he looked down at his wristwatch. It wasn’t a Rolex, but it looked damned expensive. “Gotta run, dude.”

I watched in amazement as he walked out into the crowd. I had no idea there were cameras and glasses that could do that. It was literally like I was walking with him, seeing exactly what he was. Then the significance of what I was seeing hit me. She wouldn’t know I was watching and I’d see… and hear everything in living 3D color. At least I hoped I would. Surely, he wouldn’t shut it off later, would he?

Even TV in this day and age is so much nicer than it used to be. 3D without any of those awkward glasses, nice.

He walked a long way, occasionally muttering or excusing himself for bumping into someone. It was incredibly weird watching this on my TV. I was picking up all the airport sounds, an occasional arrival or boarding announcement, people talking, all of it coming through our stereo system. And that incredible 3D picture. It was almost like I was there, except bigger, better.

He got to the spot in the airport where he apparently expected her to meet him. “Should be here any minute, now,” he whispered, “Hope she don't say nothin' to embarrass you,” he laughed at what he apparently perceived as a joke.

In a way, I was half starting to like the guy. I sure wasn't seeing the brute that Addie had talked about.

I waited along with him. At about a quarter after five, I saw her walking toward him with a big smile on her face. Yeah, she’d taken off the bra on the plane. I’ll bet the other passengers enjoyed that, at least the male ones. Jonah did, he looked her up and down, settling his gaze straight at her bare tits under that sheer blouse. “Damn, you look fine, girl. Did you bring those little balls with you?”

She frowned, “In my suitcase. They’re metal. I don’t think the security X-ray camera would have liked them,” she said.

“I guess yer right. Didn’t think 'bout that.” He laughed as he took her in his arms and kissed her. I heard the kiss and saw the look of lust in her eyes as she looked into his, kissing him back and having no idea of the closeup on our big-screen TV. I mentioned the focus of Jonah’s hand a minute ago; when she moved in for that kiss, her face was still in perfect focus and almost six feet wide.

“You been using them, the new ones?” She nodded.

“They make any difference?”

She grinned, “Yeah, you could say that.”

He chuckled again, “Good, I think you’ll like that tanight.”

They walked off, toward the baggage area. I could even hear the clicking of Addie’s heels on the floor. He looked over at her once in a while, holding her hand. She had her fingers intertwined with his big, black fingers, rather intimately.

“Which bag’s yers?”

She waited a moment before answering. He was looking at her when she pointed, “That one.” He changed his gaze to the bag she’d pointed out, the one I’d carried for her a few hours earlier.

They waited there and I wondered why. A few minutes later, I saw why, his brother, Damian, and Tanya walked over to pick up her bag. She had on another pair of those silky-looking Daisy Duke shorts and silk blouse. She looked so damned good. I can’t even begin to say how exciting it’s being to actually look through someone else’s eyes, looking her up and down. Except for the fact of what Jonah had said earlier about Damian having a ‘thing’ for my girl! And I noticed that Damian wasn't wearing glasses.

I could go on and describe everything I saw, but you get the idea. I can tell that in front of my 80” TV was going to be my home for the next two days. I was just worried that I might go to sleep and miss something. I will say that my fear of serious evil-doing, kidnapping, murder, rape had been significantly allayed.

The picture went off for the next forty-five minutes, finally coming back on inside a house. As soon as they came on, he said, “Okay, bitch, I don’t think I like your name so good. Gonna give you a differ'nt one.”

Holy shit, what the hell was that transformation? My jaw dropped open with shock. My wife looked almost frightened by him. I couldn’t blame her.

“I like Shanice. From now on, while you’re here, your name’s Shanice… 'cept when it’s whore, bitch, slut or whatever.” My wife! It was my beautiful Adriana he was talking to like that! I remembered she said she likes it. I shook my head. I didn’t understand.

“Okay, Shanice, there's some sammiches in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want and I gotta make some phone calls… and we’re gonna have a busy night. Don’t want you collapsin' from hunger.”

He showed her where the kitchen was, then he went into another room, it looked like his office. “Okay dude,” he said, into the air, addressing me, “I’m gonna turn this off a while and get it charged up.” He laughed, “Don’t want the battery to die at the wrong time, do we?”

Wow, I had seen some of what attracted Addie to him, or I guessed it’s Shanice now. It’s like the guy has a split personality. My TV went black, with the picture replaced by the website logo bouncing around.

While the camera was off, I called Tanner and asked him if he was watching TV. “Yeah, an old show on Netflix, Longmire,” he told me, “why?” I told him I was just nervous, with our wives taking that trip and couldn’t think of what to do to occupy myself. I didn’t tell him the real reason. We talked about it for a bit, both of us agreeing that this trip was such a crazy thing to do. We didn’t resolve anything, though.

I couldn’t eat, anticipating what might happen later. I still couldn’t believe that Addie would go through with what she planned, even for Jonah.

While I was sitting in front of the TV waiting, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID before answering. It was Kayla, so I answered. “Hi,” I said.

“Hi, Matt, how are you this evening. Adriana told me you’d be home alone.”

“Fine, just watching some TV is all.” Well, that was kind of the truth. Maybe a little misleading, but true.

“Umm, Ethan and I were wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tomorrow?” Before I could answer, she went on, “Before you answer, I think I better tell you what’s on our minds.” Her voice dropped like she was nervous. “After the other night when you and Adriana spent the night, we’ve been doing a lot of talking.”

Uh-oh, what the hell? She went on very quietly and with a nervous voice, “Ethan says he wants me to go further than we did that night.” Now she started talking fast, “I talked to Adriana about it, but I told her I couldn’t stand the thought of Ethan with another woman, so she said she was going to be gone this weekend and suggested I call you and ask if you’d spend a night… with me… in my bed,” her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible, “and make love with me.”

I sat on the couch unable to even think, unbelieving what I’d just heard. “Matt, you’re not saying anything.”

“I’m sorry, Kayla, I’m just trying to think. You’ve hit me with kind of a surprise. I- I... don’t even know what to say.”

“Just say you will, please, Matt. Ethan says he doesn’t even have to be here. He just wants me to experience another man. I’d tell him about it later, though.”

God, I ran my hand through my hair. One of my major fantasies coming true, but now? I couldn't. I just couldn’t leave that TV. I asked her, “Kayla, did Adriana tell you where she was going this weekend?”

She was still speaking softly. I wondered if Ethan was there, listening to his wife trying to seduce me into her bed. “I kind of presumed it has something to do with Tanner. She’s told me the kind of relationship you all have and so I assumed that’s where she was going, with him.”

Then she had a thought, “Tanya, is Tanya with you this weekend?” It almost sounded like she was going to cry.

“Kayla, no, I’m alone,” but I thought about what was going to happen on our TV tonight and tomorrow. “But I can’t. I’m sorry Kayla, but I can’t. Not this weekend.” I tried to explain, without really explaining anything. “Kayla, I want to, you know I do.” I was almost desperate to find a reasonable excuse that wouldn’t devastate Kayla. I thought back to that night that ‘almost was’ and how badly I would love to do what Kayla’s asking.

“Kayla, I want to so bad. I like you so much and think you’re beautiful and sexy, but can we do it next weekend instead of this?”

“Okay, I guess. We just thought, you know, that you’re home alone and it would be a perfect time.”

She was sounding almost heartbroken. I didn’t know what to say, “I’m so sorry, Kayla, but there are things going on now that I just can’t… and no, it’s not another woman here or anywhere. It has to do with Adriana, but she’s the one that’ll have to explain.”

“Maybe next weekend then?” she asked.

“Kayla, if you’re still offering next weekend, I’ll jump on it so fast that you won’t even have time to think twice.”

While we were talking, the picture came back on my TV. I quickly turned the volume down and was nearly desperate to get back to it. I knew I’d have to find an excuse to tell Addie why I’d turned her friend down, too.

“Can I call you later next week after I talk to Adriana about it to set up a day and time?” I asked Kayla.

“Sure, Matt, thanks.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Kayla, you have no idea how much.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“Bye,” I told her.

Kayla hung up and I looked at my phone, unbelieving the conversation I'd just had. Damn, the way I felt that night I wanted to do what she asked, so bad!

I remembered the TV and turned the volume back up.

“… a little pampering on Shanice… hope you like her new name… nah, don’t really care if you do or not. I do and that’s pretty much all that matters.”

“Anyway, as I was sayin', Shanice got some nice pampering. Had a hairdresser over, a makeup artist from Macy’s and a manicurist for her finger and toenails. Put out some nice clothes for her, too. She is going to be one classy bitch by the time we’re done. Later.” And he switched me off again. Shit!

I sat in front of the TV, glaring at it, willing the picture to come back on, hating that I was totally at this asshole’s mercy, sliding right over the fact of how much my wife was at his mercy. He’d even changed her name, for God’s sake!

My eyes were glued to the TV for the next fifteen minutes when the picture popped back up. Jonah was whispering, “Think it’s about time for the big reveal, wanted you to see her, too. His glasses were pointed toward the stair. I heard a door open and close and stood up, getting closer to the TV. It was only an 80”; didn’t seem nearly big enough.

I was maddeningly frustrated, he looked down at the floor. Look up, dammit, I wanted to see my wife! He stepped back, keeping his glasses pointed down. I could hear the ‘click, click, click’ of heels on the stairs. Then he began to look up. All I could see was her shoes; what she’d call ‘fuck-me heels’, red, open-toed, at least four-inch heels, strapping around her ankles; sheer, smoky-colored stockings.

I was just about to go mad, why the hell wouldn’t the asshole look up? He kept me in limbo, watching Addie's feet as she walked toward him, then stopped a few feet away. Finally, the view started to move up her legs, her ankles, then the bottom of a black dress. I could tell there was a slit up one side. He oh, so slowly moved up her body, past her shapely hips. The bottom of the dress looked like it fit her gorgeous figure perfectly. Then a little higher to her waist… and he stopped.

“Turn 'round, whore, slowly,”

I was almost starting to see Addie's attraction to his gross language. It was turning me on, too; how subservient to him she seemed.

She turned, toward her right, showing the slit up the side, right to the top of the lacy stockings. Damn, it was sexy! She continued turning. He looked up a bit more, to her butt. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned her sexy butt, but in that tight dress – or skirt, not able to see anything more, damn!

She shuffled on around, facing him again. He said he had a tiny monitor in his glasses, so he could see the image he was sending. He was intentionally torturing me. He moved a little higher, enough that I could finally see it was a skirt, not a dress, with a shimmering, red, silky-looking blouse, not sheer at all. He stopped right below her bustline.

My cock was about to explode! No sex for the past week was taking its toll on me. “You’re beautiful, my dear. You’ll be the prettiest slut there tonight.”

“Thank you,” I heard my wife’s soft voice saying.

At last, he started to look up more. I was surprised, I expected to see her pointed nipples, but it looked like the outline of a bra. He stopped at her long neck and I realized how shocked I was. She was wearing this to a strip club? I had been expecting something more like the yellow dress she wore that Sunday when she and Tanya went with them for four-plus hours.

Then the realization hit me. He intended for her to strip; get on the stage and actually take her clothes off. Something like this would be ten times harder for her to do that than the sexy dress she’d been wearing that Sunday. Or maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe the strip club was just a joke and he was taking her to an exclusive nightclub or a theater, something like that. That was how she was dressed, for something formal, not a sleazy strip club.

Addie's image was filling our big-screen TV. At last, he finished moving his camera up her body so I could see her face. I could hardly believe how beautiful my wife looked. I don’t think she had ever done her makeup like that. I couldn’t even begin to say what the difference was but her face was so perfect and beautiful. Her hair was done up with a few tendrils around her face to add that little touch of… something, mystique? Whatever it was, it was an effect I’d never seen on her before. She had on large, dangling hoop earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet. I longed to smell her perfume. From everything else, I suspected it was probably some exotic, feminine scent intended to drive a man wild with desire.

The one thing the makeup couldn’t do was hide the fear on Addie’s face, or perhaps I should say, Shanice’s face.

“Is my pretty little slut ready to go?” he asked her.

It looked like she was nearly shaking, but nodded, and he led her out to his car. Being the perfect gentleman he is, he opened her car door for her. Then stood, watching as she slid in. The slit in her skirt slid open revealing a vast amount of leg… and… what was that I saw briefly before she pulled her skirt closed again? It almost looked like what I’d imagine a strap from a garter belt to look like, holding her stocking up. I couldn’t imagine her wearing something like that. She’s mentioned those before but insisted they were too ‘girlish’ and said she’d never wear something like that. It was just a brief glance and I wasn’t sure. I must have been mistaken.

She looked at him, asking, “Tanya?”

“They’ll be along later,” was all he said. Then he must have turned his glasses off because my screen went dark again. I hated when that happened! I guess he didn’t want to run the batteries down for nothing.

Half an hour later, it was past ten by then, the picture came back on. They were sitting in a parking lot and Jonah was looking at my gorgeous wife. One of the first things I noticed was that her skirt had slipped open again… and it was a garter belt strap on her leg!

Addie looked like she was nearly in tears, the fear showing on her face. “Jonah, I can’t do it, I just can’t.” she squeaked out, her voice trembling.

I heard a long sigh from Jonah, “My dear, dear Shanice, you really have no choice in the matter. You will do it.” He paused a bit, watching her and I could see her hands clenching and unclenching. Exactly what she said would happen was happening. She had put herself in a situation where she wanted to do this but had lost all vestiges of courage. “Do you recall,” he asked her, “the little spankings when you didn’t lift your slutty little butt up for me fast enough? Before you decide that you won’t do this, I want you to picture that butt across my lap when we get home.”

“Now, are we going in? Are you doing this?” My confident, always self-assured wife sat across from him, her hands twisting, her body twitching with nervousness and nodding in frightened agreement.

“Wonderful! I’m sure you’ll be perfect,” he said. He opened his briefcase and took out a small box. “There’s one more tiny accessory you’ll need before we go inside, though.”

He opened the box, taking out what looked like a skin-colored, plastic tube, about five or six inches in length, maybe a little over an inch in diameter. It was rounded on one end and full of tiny holes. He bent it, showing that it was soft and flexible. “You’ll need to put this inside your cunt,” he told her.

She looked at it and kind of shrunk away, toward the door. He laughed, “Don’t worry, babe, you’re thinking it’s a remote control vibrator that I’m going to torture you with. I promise it’s not. I have no remote.”

That seemed to mollify her a little bit, but not too much. “Do I have to?” she squeaked, in a tiny, feminine voice.

"Yes, dear, I’m afraid you do.” I wondered where the ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘bitch’, were. Probably he was just trying to keep her as calm as he could, knowing how easily she could be frightened completely away.

She took it from him and felt it. “It’s soft,” she said. Then asked him, “Please look away while I do this.” He showed her the tube of lube, then turned his head away. I heard a little swishing of her skirt, then, “Okay, it’s done. It’s inside me.”

“Fantastic, shall we go in, then?”

He got out, walked to her side of the car and opened her door, then took her hand helping her out.

Once inside, he led my wife to a table set up about eight or ten feet from the stage and pulled her chair out.

“Would you like a drink, my dear? It’ll help calm your nerves.”

She undoubtedly wanted one, probably desperately. But she still shook her head no, telling him, “Diet Coke?”

He waved a waitress over and gave her some money, telling her that he wanted some drink for himself, I didn’t recognize the drink’s name and a Diet Coke.

Then his gaze looked around the club. Nearly every person was black, only a few white people.
There were a few women, sexily dressed, but no one dressed at all like my Addie was. His gaze landed on the stage, set a couple feet higher than the floor, a stripper’s pole in the center, mirrors all along the back wall, and a pretty black woman dancing. He watched her, gradually shedding clothes down to her bra and panties. The crowd was chanting, “More, More,” but when the song ended she still had them on.

Jonah leaned over and began whispering to my wife, “Shanice,” he said, “a couple things I neglected to mention. I actually own this club.”

She looked at him, sharply and mouthed the words, “You? You own it?”

He nodded. “And I’ve let all the girls know that they’re not to remove their underwear. You, my dear Shanice, will be the only one tonight getting completely naked.” He paused, looking straight at her, “And you WILL be naked, understand?” His voice had assumed that ominous tone that he knew she understood there would be severe consequences if she didn’t comply.

“Tanya?” she peeped out.

“Tanya won’t be taking part. Damian decided he wanted to keep her for himself. I suspect they’re at home screwing at this very moment. Perhaps tomorrow night, but tonight, you’re the star.”

Her hands were doing their thing again, the nervousness showing on her whole body. “When?” she asked.

“I dunno. It’ll be completely up to our deejay, maybe ten minutes, maybe two hours.”

She nodded her understanding. Obviously, she was determined to do this, now that they were there, besides the fact she still knew she had no choice.

He leaned over toward her and whispered in her ear. I was glad his little microphone was so good to pick up his whispering voice, “One more tiny thing,.. that little device; it is a vibrator, but there really isn’t a remote.” He looked at his watch again, “It’s set to turn on at a random time this evening before midnight. And it might not do anything. It’s an ingenious little device, has a little computer chip inside it, that can tell when you’re aroused. That’s what makes it actually start… when it detects you’re aroused, it’ll start vibrating. As you get more so, it’ll vibrate harder.” He laughed gently, “All the way up to you having a you-know-what.”

She was looking at him in horror, understanding what he was saying, that this thing was likely to force an orgasm right on the stage.

He went on, “So you see, my little slut, Shanice, you have complete control of it. I have no way to do anything with it. If dancing and stripping on my stage doesn’t turn you on at all, you have nothin' to worry about, you’ll never even know it’s there… But, if on the other hand… “ He let that statement just hang there, knowing what it was probably doing to her.

“One simple rule, though, and it’s not optional. I know it can sometimes be pretty, umm, distracting… but you’re absolutely not to come until your music stops… and I know that you can do it, too. Do you understand?”

He was looking straight at my wife’s face, her horrified, crimson expression showing all the way across our 80” TV. He had just raised the stakes of this little experiment about tenfold. She knew damn well how aroused she was going to be, probably already was. After all, she had already told me how badly she actually wanted to do this and how much it was going to turn her on. Her fear was probably going to just exacerbate that.

He asked again, “Do you understand? When can you come if you need to?”

Her little voice squeaked out, “After the music stops.”

“One more little tidbit of information you might notice,” he continued to pile on, “those Ben Wa balls you’ve been so faithfully using? One of the major triggers for my little toy to vibrate is how hard it’s squeezed… so you may notice quite a significant effect.”

“Oh, and since I know you haven’t had any sex for the last week, I expect tonight’s experience might be quite titillating for you.”

“Enjoy your evening, my little slut… and don’t even think about how far this big black cock is going to reach inside that lily-white, whoring cunt.”

Jonah watched my wife, occasionally glancing down at her legs, where she’d given up trying to keep that slit in her skirt closed. She kept glancing at him, I’m pretty sure trying to ascertain from his face when she was going to be expected to go on that stage. Her face had lost its crimson color, but not the look of reluctance.

Jonah occasionally trained his eyes on the stage. It was really quite well done, about two feet above the floor, steps up the front and a narrow walkway to the back room area. With each dancer, the deejay made a brief announcement, then her music played for around five minutes or so. There was a lot of grumbling from the crowd that the girls, all black by the way, wouldn’t take their panties or bra off. Almost all of them were very pretty. Whoever did the hiring, whether it was Jonah, Damian, or whoever, had good taste in women as far as I was concerned. He had some fun zooming his stereo camera in on a couple of the girls, maybe showing off for me. I was still amazed by the picture.

Jonah kept training his glasses on my wife, who didn’t know either when that vibrator might start or when her name would be announced. When she got up and said she had to go to the restroom, Jonah told her in a rather stern voice, “It don't come out.”

“I know,” she answered. I was wondering if she was kind of anxious to see what it was going to feel like.

Her nervousness didn’t dissipate in the least, though. If anything, as the time went on, she realized she was getting closer and her fidgeting was getting worse. Seeing my wife like that was a major turn-on for me. My cock had been hard much of the afternoon. Watching her walk back to him in that beautiful, formal outfit and heels was like pouring gasoline on my raging fire.

Addie came and sat back down and Jonah asked her again if she was sure she didn’t want a drink. It looked like he was shaking his head at her stubbornness when she kept refusing.

She’d been sitting for probably another ten minutes or so when her face changed, her lips curled into an exaggerated ‘O’, and it was obvious what was happening.

“Oh my God, Jonah, It started.” He glanced down and she had put her hands on her knees, pushing them together.

It went on a couple minutes, with an occasional groan from my wife when the current song ended and the dancer exited back into the dressing rooms. It was then that the deejay said, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat, here all the way from Boise Idaho, owner of a chain of stores, never been on a stage before… the beautiful Shanice!”

Addie hid her face in her hands and tried to back out all over again, but the crowd was chanting, “Shanice, Shanice, Shanice,”

“It’s your turn, slut, remember what I told you earlier. When you’re done, put on whatever clothes are left on the stage and come back here. We’ll go home and this black cock will fuck you… if you’re good.”

Shit, I was sitting up, standing up, pacing in front of the TV, barely able to control myself.

Shanice, I mean Addie, stood up and took a hesitant step toward the stage, then her frightened out of her wits face turned and implored Jonah to not make her do it. One problem with those glasses is that I couldn’t ever see Jonah’s expression. She did, though, and obviously understood his response when she turned and started taking a few small steps toward the stage.

The chanting continued, getting louder when she started up the three steps. She looked more like she was going to the gallows than onto a simple stage. I think when she stood there at the top of the steps, looking into the mirrors on the back wall she realized just how exposed she was going to be. There was nowhere to hide, no turning away.

I was concentrating on watching my wife, but Jonah’s voice came unmistakably through, although quietly, “Didn’t tell her, not only the intensity changes but the frequency changes and it’ll pulse instead totally at random. Should be interesting.”

Her music started, a relatively slow song. She turned back to face the crowd, probably fifty people, almost all black, watching my wife. She started taking some simple dance steps with the beat of the music and with heavily shaking hands reached up to unbutton the top button of her blouse. Unbelievably, this was actually happening, my formerly conservative wife was going to strip! I honestly didn’t think she would. I guess I had underestimated the hold Jonah had on her.

I had even started to think of my wife as Shanice. Jonah zoomed his camera in on her face and upper body, showing how badly her fingers were shaking as she unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse. At the same time, she was breathing deeply, possibly from the sensations of that vibrator in her pussy. He zoomed the camera back a little where I could see how she was holding her legs so tight together.

She’d undone five buttons, enough that her blouse opened showing her red lace bra. Then more buttons and the matching garter belt came into view. As the front of her blouse fell open, one hand went down to the front of her skirt, rubbing herself over her skirt. Her other hand went up under her blouse, pushing it aside and caressing her breast over her bra. Jonah zoomed back in showing her closed eyes and the moan on her face. Obviously, that vibrator was doing a major number on her.

Shanice was still trying to move around the floor in somewhat of a dance, but it was obvious that it was difficult for her. I wondered if anyone in the club, besides Jonah, knew about the vibrator inside her pussy.

She pushed her blouse off her arms and Jonah zoomed in again. The bra she was wearing was thin and showed her nipples through them. I had never in my life seen a garter belt on a woman; not on TV, pictures or anywhere. It was of the same sheer, lacy material as her bra and hung around her slim waist looking so damn sexy.

From the look on my wife’s face; her closed eyes and mouth working open and closed like she was struggling to contain her moans inside her. She bent at her waist slightly, holding her knees tightly together with her hands pressing into the front of her skirt. After a little bit, she moved one hand to the back of her skirt and found the skirt’s zipper, pushing it down.

I could hardly believe that I was watching my wife pushing her skirt down to the floor in front of a crowd of people. When it was gone, leaving her in her bra, garter belt, stockings and panties, her hands went back to the front of her panties, rubbing between her legs. She was acting like she was almost desperate to allow herself to come from the stimulation of the strip and the vibrator, which was undoubtedly going harder and harder. I wondered if there was some top level of the stimulation to her pussy.

Jonah had made it clear she wasn’t to come until the music stopped and she looked nearly desperate for that to happen. I suspected it wasn’t going to be any time soon.

Someone had brought a chair for her to sit on to take off her shoes. Her body bent over and she was trying to undo the shoe straps while her body writhed in pleasure. I wasn’t even hearing the crowd. It was like they didn’t want to intrude on the mood on the stage.

Her hands were shaking again, but she managed to get the shoe straps undone and shoes kicked off. Then she unsnapped each of the stockings, pushing them slowly down off her legs, periodically pausing to let out a moan.

Jonah focused back on her beautiful face, the face I’ve woken up next to and kissed so many times. I had never seen her before like I was seeing her now, literally through the eyes of another man in the throes of suppressed passion. She was reduced to three articles of clothing; the bra, garter belt, and panties, all matching, all sexy. The panties were like some that Addie had shown me in the past, silky-looking lace, loose-fitting, boy-cut. She said she loves those panties because they’re so sexy and has several pairs she wears on special occasions.

Addie had told me several times that a woman wearing matching bra and panties is doing so for a single reason; to get herself laid. I thought Sharice wanted nothing more at that time.

She sat on the chair, pressing and rubbing herself over her panties when someone interrupted her, pulling the chair, then taking it, forcing her to stand.

The garter belt was stretchy and she simply pushed it down over her hips and down her legs to the floor.

Then there were two. She opened her eyes looking around the room, looking almost frantic with a combination of fear and lust. It was like her hands and arms were moving of their own volition, to the middle front of her bra. Jonah’s camera zoomed in close filling my big TV with her body from the waist up.

Her hands were shaking as she unsnapped the bra, her eyes looking around the room. I remembered the night of the strip poker game with Tanya and Tanner, two people she had known intimately. When she took her bra off then, she cupped her tits with her hands trying to hide them for as long as possible.

I couldn’t imagine what must be going through her mind now; so highly aroused with the vibrator stimulating her pussy, nearly naked in a crowd of people and no one there to give her support except a man whose only interest was to fuck her.

The bra was unsnapped with her hands holding it together and her hips beginning to almost uncontrollably thrust into the air. She held the bra, her eyes closed for at least a minute or two, then pulled it apart revealing her beautiful breasts. She let the bra fall off her shoulders to the floor and pressed her hands against her breasts, caressing and squeezing her nipples. Her mouth let out a loud moan and her hands moved down to her hips leaving her breasts totally exposed. Jonah was still zoomed in on her face and breasts showing her protruding, highly aroused nipples.

When he zoomed back, she had begun to push her panties down her hips. Her legs were tight together so we couldn’t see her pussy when he pushed them down, but it was obvious that she was totally hairless. Then my wife, now Shanice, was naked on the stage, her body writhing, desperately needing release from the pent-up sexual frustration that was aching to be released.

Jonah had told Shanice that she wasn’t to allow herself to climax until the music stopped. Now that she was actually naked I expected the music to end and I know she did. But it played on as it had for the last ten minutes or so.

One hand pinched a nipple and the other was between her legs, pushing fingers inside herself. She spread her legs apart, writhing and moaning, still suppressing her need. There was still not a sound in the room, except the incessant music that my wife wanted to stop. Her fingers were nearly frantically pushing in and out of her pussy, her face in near agony from wanting.

Shanice bent over at the hips, pushing her legs further apart so she could push her fingers deeper into herself, completely ignoring the crowd in the room who were watching her. I had never seen a performed sex act, live or otherwise, but I presumed they were typically exactly that, ‘an act’. This was no act. It was real and it was my wife!

I was rubbing my cock, trying to resist the approaching orgasm I was feeling. I hoped that if she could do it, I could as well. I had no idea how torturous it would be to deny myself.

I was groaning along with my wife when the music finally stopped and there was quiet. I heard a loud groan from my wife, her body bent over nearly double and started shuddering. She cried out and fell to her knees, pushing her knees far apart with fingers inside her up to her knuckles. She pushed her hands in and out of her pussy several times and fell to her side with a loud scream and uncontrollable shudders of her body. Her body’s spasms filled the TV and the room with her moans.

My own cum was spurting from my cock along with my wife. I didn’t know if the screams I heard were from myself or the stereo system.

Shanice’s body continued to spasm uncontrollably on the floor, her mouth finally open in silent screams. It was probably three or four minutes of uncontrollable wracking until she quieted down and tried to breathe again. But her hips were still dry humping as the vibrator continued to stimulate.

She tried to get control of her body and looked around for clothes to put back on. I hadn’t even noticed but apparently, someone had removed them at some point. Shanice looked around frantically, trying again to hide the intimate parts of her naked body, looking toward Jonah to see what to do since she had no clothing to put on.

Her face was in near panic when she finally realized what he expected her to do. Shanice stood and slowly stepped down the little steps that it had seemed years ago when the beautiful, elegant woman had stepped up those steps. During the time she was on the stage, my wife had transformed into a sex goddess.

Would I ever be able to look at my wife the same again, as Adriana, not Shanice? As the mother of our children, not a sex goddess? Would she ever be ‘Adriana’ again, or would she always be Shanice? I felt that in the last half hour our lives had changed permanently. What more was going to happen this weekend?

Shanice walked back to where Jonah was sitting, stark naked. Several people had ‘inadvertently’ opened their palms and rubbed her thighs and legs as she walked past. She was still walking uncomfortably, her hands pressing against her pussy. She sat down and begged Jonah, “Turn it off, please, Oh God,” she moaned.

“I can’t. I told you, you’re the only one who can make it stop.”

My naked wife bent over and pressed her hands against her pussy, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she moaned, nearly in tears. “Can I take it out,” she begged.

“Now, here? With fifty people watching?”

“I don’t care. I just want it to stop.”

“Tiara, put a chair back on the stage,” he yelled at one of the serving girls who was walking past. She put her tray down on Jonah’s table and moved a chair back onto the stage.

“Okay Shanice, there’s your chance, go and take it out,” he told her.

She groaned, rubbing her pussy. “Here? At the table?”

“No, at the chair on the stage or after we get home when I’m ready or you can still make it stop. Just turn off your arousal.”

He looked down straight into my wife’s pussy and zoomed his camera in. Her pulsing pussy, a finger slipping in and out, filled our TV.

“The chair?” Jonah asked.

My fully naked wife, Shanice, walked back up on the stage, still moaning with her hands rubbing her pussy. Jonah filled our 80” screen with her image.

She sat on the chair, looked out into the crowd, opened her legs far apart and pushed three fingers into her pussy. She pulled them out and pushed in again, trying to catch her breath each time. She did it over and over again, bringing herself back nearly to another climax, her beautiful face grimacing with agony and ecstasy.

She stopped and sucked the pussy juices off her fingers, her other hand pinching a nipple. “My name is Shanice. I’m married to a wonderful man who let me be here and now I’m going home with Jonah and he’s going to fuck me. If I’m lucky, he’ll eventually take this vibrator out of my cunt.”

My jaw dropped open in disbelief.

My naked wife walked off the stage, holding her head high. My mind was reeling! The fear I had about five minutes ago had just almost come to certainty. How could we go back?

My TV screen went blank. I sat and stared at it, still not believing the last hour. Had I just watched the dissolution of our marriage? How do you disrupt the equilibrium of a marriage that badly and ever get it back again? I guess the only consolation was the ‘married to a wonderful man’ part. Did that mean there’s still hope? But how could she go back? How can our life be normal ever again?

I stared. Until the 3D picture came back on an hour later. They were back in Jonah’s house. Addie, Shanice, or whoever the hell she had become had a short, silky robe around her and nothing else. The robe had fallen completely open in front. Jonah was looking straight into her nipples, then down at her bare pussy. In spite of everything, my cock was rock-hard again.

“Beautiful speech, whore,” he said. “I guess now you want your reward?"