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Dear Cuck.

As always, it was very kind of you to lend me your wife for the night, and equally unwise.

Still, by now you know more or less how my mind works, so you really only have yourself to blame. Or rather, since you know how my mind works, I can only assume that you approve. I’m taking the opportunity to write this while your wife is upstairs sleeping. That way you will know all about what she’s been up to before she gets home.

Oh dear, I feel a hard-on coming on as I write. I fear I shall need some relief before I deliver your wife into your safe hands again.

Oh well, that’s by the by for the moment.

I imagine you thought your wife and I would enjoy an evening at home. Your wife certainly seemed surprised when I informed her that we would be going out. But she didn’t complain. Of course, that may just be because she’d already agreed to do as I wish, instruct, desire, command, whatever you want to call it – as she always does. To be perfectly frank, I don’t really care what you or she expected. You both know me well enough by now to know that I demand complete compliance with my wishes. Your wife is all I could wish for in that respect. I wish I could say that you have trained her well, but you know as well as I do that you are much too lax with her, and that it is I who have trained her. The first time you lent me your wife she was much too insubordinate for my liking. Still, I enjoy a challenge, and now your wife is a model of obedience – at least when she’s with me.

I was pleased to see how much care she’d taken with her attire and make-up. Of course I knew roughly how she would look, having requested it (we’ll call it requesting, but we all know…). Oh those beautiful legs in white nylon. That was one of the things that first attracted me to your wife, those lovely legs stretching to heaven. Well, to her supremely gropeable arse at least. High heels coloured the deepest shade of sin. The white dress clung to her very neatly indeed. One false move and she would have showed off her stocking tops, but she didn’t put a foot wrong. Enough cleavage to titillate without appearing slutty. A model of modesty, your wife.

And then those ruby red lips, which always send my dirty mind into a fever. I’m no expert on make-up, but whatever your wife had done to her skin and her eyes was scintillating. Your wife always has a nice, shy demeanour about her, but now she had an edge of dark sinfulness radiating from her eyes. Dark sinfulness dressed in virginal white. Perfect.

I had to check, Cuck. You know I had to check. Yes, hold-ups, as required; no panties. I was pleased with that. I have nothing against panties, as long as they’re crotchless. You know how I feel about these things. Panties only get in the way. I refuse to let any fuck toy of mine restrict access to her pleasure holes. I told your wife this when I complemented her. I’m pleased to be able to report that she seemed rather amused by this, even though she also went rather red. I found that extremely attractive.

I’m sure your wife expected me to get to work on her straight away. That’s the feeling I got at any rate. Not that I care what she expects, or even wants. She’s my fuck toy, so she’s mine to use any way I please. I only mention this because I want you to know that she seemed a little disappointed when I did no more than make sure that she was correctly attired under her dress. Indeed, she seemed slightly surprised when I told her I’d be taking her out to dinner.

Do you really want me to bore you with all the trivial details surrounding dinner? No, I didn’t think so. It was a very nice dinner, though your wife ate very little, no doubt nervous about what lay ahead of her. Not that she knew anything about it, but from her previous experiences she had fair warning that I’m a dirty fucker, so I suppose her nerves were understandable. Me, I was expectant. Besides, I positively revelled in seeing the number of glances your wife attracted from other men (and some women). Dear me, how that wife of yours turns heads when she’s dressed up. Not that she looked slutty in any way; stylish and sexy, but nothing like the fuck toy she in fact is. Perhaps it was the slightly coy, slightly expectant disposition that did it. Perhaps she just exuded something, transmitting the sure knowledge that this evening she was to be used, toyed with, fucked. I can’t say what, only that I enjoyed it.

We left the restaurant and moved on to a club. Not your common or garden night club; a much different kind of establishment, of which I happen to be a member. You don’t get in unless you’re a member, or the guest of a member. We had a drink. We’d only had a glass of wine each over dinner, so the alcohol really only added up to a pleasant buzz.

Here people looked at your wife too, much less surreptitiously. Eyes raked her over, sized her up. I could tell that she noticed, though she tried hard not to meet anybody’s eye. So modest your wife, for one who has so gotten into the swing of being a little fuck toy. So modest for one dressed in virginal white but with dark sinfulness radiating from her eyes.

I need to explain to you about this club. The upstairs, where we had our drink, was nothing out of the ordinary; a bar, tables, seating, people laughing and conversing. But all of this is on the ground floor. If you go downstairs, you find yourself in a completely different environment. Hardly an environment really, but a number of rooms; some custom-made for very definite purposes, others more like hotel rooms for casual assignations.

There’s also a main room, a larger room than the others. This is where theme nights are held. This is the only room that can be accessed directly from the ground floor as well. Once your wife and I had finished our drinks, I took her there. People were still looking her over. Further in people were dressed (or undressed) a little differently; some in ordinary clothes, but others in just their underwear, or in fetish garb – this is an area where anything goes. Men actively turned as we passed to get a good view of her gropeable arse or her gropeable tits. I wanted to grope her arse, but refrained, as I had done all evening.

We came to a black door. “What’s this?” your wife asked. She was staring at the sign next to the door. THE THEME ROOM VIEWING GALLERY. TONIGHT THIS IS THE GANGBANG ROOM.

“After you,” I said, opening the door.

The main room has a viewing gallery accessed from the ground floor, consisting of overhanging walkways running the full length of all four walls. There are also stairs at the back of the room, leading down to the main room proper; the theme room – tonight the gangbang room. As we entered there were unmistakable sounds echoing round the walls. Your wife had stopped dead, and this time I did place the palm of my hand on her arse, ushering her to the right, past the people already gathered to watch.

Shortly I found a gap between two men, who were leaning over the balustrade, watching the action below. Still with my hand on your wife’s arse, I ushered her in between the men. Their heads turned slightly; they were checking her out.

Below us the action was in full swing. I recognized the completely naked, skinny redhead who was the centre of attraction. She was a regular in the gangbang room. I couldn’t see how your wife was reacting to what she saw, but I could slide my hand down to touch the insides of her thighs where I stood behind her. I stroked the white nylon, enjoying the way she tensed slightly. Do I need to tell you that my cock was throbbing? Throbbing the way it is now. Yes, I will definitely require your wife to service me before I return her to your safe hands.

Anyway, I needed to restrain myself, which I pride myself on being very good at, just contenting myself with touching your wife, stroking the insides of her thighs, alternating between the nylon and the naked skin as we watched the action going on below. The skinny redhead was on all fours on a raised platform of padded, vinyl, screaming out loud as she was fucked hard. Her head was pulled round and her cries muffled by another cock being stuffed in her mouth.

The two men on either side of your wife seemed divided. Both turned their heads to check your wife out some more. One of them looked back over his shoulder at me. I gave him a nod, pulling my hand away from my fuck toy to indicate her fine arse.

He reached out to squeeze your wife’s buttock. Soon the man on the other side did the same. Your wife was standing there, watching an insane gangbang down below, while her arse was groped by two strangers. Not being able to see the expression on her face, I couldn’t tell what her reaction was. Not that I cared. She’s my fuck toy, and for the moment I was happy for my toy to be enjoyed by others. You know a thing or two about that, don’t you Cuck? In that respect perhaps we’re alike. Perhaps it’s the only way we’re alike.

The skinny redhead was on her back now, legs drawn up and she was screaming, “Oh yeah! That’s it! Oh yeah!” A consequence of the man fucking her pussy hard. On either side of she had men groping her tits. Oh yes, she was wild this one.

In front of me, the strangers’ hands were squeezing your wife’s arse through her dress with greater intensity. I liked that. My cock was throbbing like mad. I wouldn’t have minded getting it out and placing it between your wife’s thighs and making her close her legs on it. But like I said, restraint is everything.

What I mean, Cuck, is that when a man is as generous as yourself, lending a man your wife to be his fuck toy for an entire night, there’s a virtue to pacing yourself. With a woman as sexy as your wife, it’s not hard to get it up any number of times in a night, but there’s no point in going at things like a bull at a gate. You need to let things take their time.

Below us the skinny redhead was having her tits slapped by big cocks as she moaned and moaned. It was obvious from the noises the guy fucking her was making that he was about to cum. “Yeah! Cum in me!” the redhead cried. “Oh fuck yeah!” It was obvious to everyone that she was cumming as he shot his load deep inside her.

The redhead was pulled round. Having seen her before, I knew that she was like a non-stop fucking machine. She was given a cock in her mouth, then another cock entered her newly spunked, orgasm-tight pussy. Other men spanked her arse and groped her tits. It was fucking amazing. A huge load of spunk was delivered on her mouth, great globules landing on her skin. She was fed a new cock almost instantly.

These theme nights. They’re very well organized. The gangbang room, for instance, is advertised in advance, and you can book it for a set period of time on a first come first served basis. Bookings are posted by the main entrance to the room, so that everyone can see what entertainment is on offer, should they wish to join in. There’s also a regular newsletter, just in case some special activity tickles your fancy. I knew from experience that the skinny redhead’s description of herself never varied. Outside the main entrance (and in the newsletter), it always read, “Fuck Doll – wants to be used by as many men as possible.” I’d sometimes wondered what her personal record was. One day I must approach her and ask.

Fuck Doll was an appropriate name for her. She was pulled across the room, this way and that, revelling in being no more than an object for these men to use. A talking, moaning doll to be sure, but a mere plaything nonetheless.

But I digress. It’s your wife you’re interested in, isn’t it, Cuck?

Having watched those two strangers grope her arse through the dress for a while, I decided it was time to make things more interesting. I took hold of the garment and began pulling it up. Your wife didn’t move a muscle, good obedient fuck toy that she is. The two men glanced back at me, then removed their hands long enough for me to pull the dress up, exposing your wife’s naked buttocks.

Hands were replaced, the two strangers fondling your wife’s naked arse. To my delight, the man on the right didn’t content himself with that, but began sliding his hand diagonally across. Yes, that’s right, Cuck. In next to no time this complete stranger had his hand between your wife’s thighs. In next to no time this complete stranger was touching your wife’s naked pussy as she watched the depraved gangbang action below us.

I’m happy to be able to report that your wife liked it. I know, because she told me so later. From where I was standing it was difficult to see exactly what was going on, but your wife told me later that the stranger had managed to slide his finger a little way inside her. What a delightful fuck toy your wife is! I love it that she likes being groped by strangers like this. As you know, before it had only been her and me, but she took to being mauled by strangers like a duck to water.

Do you like that, Cuck? Do you like it that your wife loves being groped by strangers? I only ask to be polite, it’s not like I care. All I care about is that your wife behaves herself, that she’s an obedient fuck toy; my obedient fuck toy. And if I want her to be groped by strangers, well then I expect her to allow it. That she likes it is beside the point, though it’s a definite bonus.

It’s something to remember for the future. Maybe I’ll invite you along next time, Cuck. Maybe we’ll go somewhere special where you can stand to one side and watch strangers feel your wife up. Does that make you hard, Cuck? Maybe the thought even makes you cream your underpants. I don’t care. All I care about is that your wife is and remains my obedient fuck toy.

Anyway, I digress. Down below, in the gangbang room proper, the skinny redhead was still being fucked like the demented slut she probably is. Laying there, holding hard cocks in each hand, she was screaming, “Yeah! Fucking cum in me! Fill me right up!”

Up in the viewing gallery, the men changed over, as if by some secret command. The man on the left got to feel your wife’s pussy, while the other one went back to fondling her arse. I can see why you find it exciting, lending your wife to me, Cuck. It was exciting watching her being groped by those two. Hell, if I were married I might lend my wife out left right and centre.

Anyway, the man on the left looked back over his shoulder. I gestured to him, and he moved his hand away from your wife’s pussy; the two men once again fondling her naked buttocks. Now I could get in on the action, placing my hand on the white, virginal nylon before sliding it up the inside of your wife’s thigh. All the way up, until I too could slide a finger inside your wife’s pussy.

I’m pleased to be able to report that there were clear signs that your wife had enjoyed everything that had happened so far. I mean, she told me later, but I’d already gathered that. Not to put too fine a point on it, Cuck, but your wife’s a slut. I mean what other word is there for someone who produced so much liquid pleasure from being groped by strangers while watching a real live gangbang? Oh yes, you’re darling wife’s pussy was eager and ready. Your darling wife was eager and ready for anything. She didn’t have to say anything, and of course she never says much. But her cunt spoke volumes, Cuck. Volumes.

I slid two fingers slowly inside your wife as the other two men mauled her fine arse. I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t have to. Those honey-coated walls spoke volumes about how eager, ready and willing she was. For anything. You should have felt it, Cuck, really you should have.

The man on the left slid his hand over your wife’s buttock. His fingers found her butt crack. I was delighted. I could see his finger move where I knew your wife’s delightful anal opening was. He didn’t probe her, but I knew he wanted to. He had obviously worked out the relationship between us, because he looked back over his shoulder at me. “Does she do anal?” he asked.

“I don’t think she’d object to having a finger up her arse,” I replied.

So there she stood, Cuck, your wife, with two of my fingers in her cunt, a stranger’s finger up her arse and another stranger groping her buttocks, while she watched a depraved gangbang down below.

Can you see it in your mind’s eye, Cuck? Does it excite you? I’m rock hard from the memory of my little fuck toy standing there like that. I’m rock hard from remembering how my little fuck toy just got wetter and wetter, my fingers getting creamier and creamier.

“Oh yeah! Fucking open me up and fuck me!” the skinny redhead was screaming.

“Unbelievable,” the man on your wife’s left said.

I diverted my gaze from your wife to the action for a moment, just in time to see the skinny redhead with her arse in the air, her buttocks held apart as a thick cock plunged into her back passage and shafted her violently. Anyone who didn’t know would think she was being tortured the way she was screaming, but we regulars know what kind of slut she is.

Talking of sluts, Cuck; there was your wife with a finger up her arse, two fingers in her pussy and a hand fondling her buttocks. I put my lips up against your wife’s ear and whispered, “I bet these gentlemen are rock hard from groping you. Why don’t you check?”

Your wife’s head bobbed in agreement. I saw her hands leave the balustrade and move to the two strangers’ trouser fronts. I couldn’t see exactly, but I knew they’d have huge bulges, and I knew that your wife was squeezing those bulges.

Imagine it if you will, Cuck, your wife, my fuck toy with a finger up her arse, two fingers in her cunt, a hand groping her buttocks, and her hands kneading two stiff cocks through trousers, while she watched the skinny redhead have her arse violently fucked, and her head twisted round so someone else could fuck her mouth at the same time.

We stood like that a little while, until the skinny redhead’s session was over. The club is well-organized, and the schedule has to be met; the room had to be cleaned up before its next guests took to the stage, so to speak. The other people in the viewing gallery began to drift away. Hands were removed from your wife as the men turned around, and her hands came away from the bulges in their trousers.

Your wife remained where she was, hands on the railing, staring down into the room, dress up round her waist. The men lingered, one of them giving your wife’s arse another quick squeeze. It was obvious that they were reluctant to leave. Ideas swam through my mind. Well, why not?

So I ordered my little fuck toy, your wife to stay as she was while beckoning to the men to step away. A murmured confab later, and we were back to where your wife was standing. Below us cleaners were setting the room to rights. The men pulled their flies down, bringing out the throbbing gristle. I ordered your wife, my fuck toy, to turn around. I ordered her to grip the men’s cocks and start wanking.

Finally I got to see you wife’s eyes. And let me tell you, Cuck. Rarely have I seen a woman in such virginal dress have so much pent up depraved, sinful lust in her eyes just from being groped and fingered, and then getting to wank two cocks. Bringing her to the club and letting her engage with strangers was really bringing out the slut in her. I pushed my hand up against her crotch, rubbing her clit with my thumb, feeling the wet tide of debauchery like a dam about to burst.

There’s not really a lot more to tell about his little episode. I mean how much can you write about an unchanging tableau; your wife just standing there with strangers’ cocks in her hands, wanking. Me with my hand up against her crotch. When the time came, the men took charge themselves, spurting over a thigh each, so that their cum dribbled down your wife’s legs over her virginal stocking-tops. Then they departed with a nod of thanks.

How are you feeling, Cuck? Do you like what I’ve told you so far? Does the thought of strangers’ cum dribbling down your wife’s thighs excite you? Have you cum in your underpants yet? Not that I care. But I must admit that I was very taken by the way this was developing. It was the first time I’d let anybody else touch my little fuck toy, and I have to admit, Cuck, that I can see the attraction. The sight of your wife standing there with strangers’ cum dribbling down her thighs spurred me on.

There were about five minutes to go before the next attraction was due in the gangbang room. New arrivals were sauntering about the viewing gallery. I led your wife, my fuck toy, to the entrance. I made her get down on all fours, looking out over the main room. Her dress was still rolled up to her waist and she was right in front of the entrance. The first thing anyone entering the room would see was your wife on all fours; her round arse, her delicious pussy lips staring at them from between her thighs.

I stood next to her, enjoying the way people looked at her as they entered; men and women. Some looked amused, some laughed, some whistled, some complemented her on her arse and pussy, one or two even gave her arse a quick slap. There she was, your wife, my fuck toy, a mere object for anyone to gawp at. It was delicious.

Then a couple came through the door; he a normal enough looking bloke in casual dress, she a big-titted blonde in a skimpy outfit that left nothing to the imagination. They both looked and smiled, she nudging him in the side. They conferred in whispers, and then she undid him enough to extract his cock. He got down behind your wife, and without a moment’s hesitation drove his hard cock into her pussy.

What can I say, Cuck? It’s that kind of place. Consent is assumed at all times unless someone expressly protests. Your wife didn’t protest. She stood there, letting the stranger thrust his cock into her. She told me later that it excited her. Does it excite you, Cuck? The thought of your wife there on all fours, being fucked by a complete stranger’s cock as renewed gangbang action commenced down below.

A couple had booked the room. I didn’t recognize them. Four men had gathered round them. The husband slowly undressed his wife for them. She looked a little shy, but not particularly reluctant.

But I was more interested in my fuck toy, your wife. People were still entering, grinning as they saw your wife being shafted. Some put their thumbs up, someone even cried out, “Fuck that hoe!”

A little crowd gathered. In the gangbang room it’s expected that all the action takes place in the main room, but it’s not unheard of for things to happen in the gallery, and it’s not exactly frowned on. Your wife stood there on all fours, watching what was going on down below as she was fucked faster and faster. Then the man’s companion (wife?) got down, angling her face under the spot where the man’s cock was hammering into your wife.

The man gave every sign of being about to cum. A strained gargle was heard at the back of his throat. He gave three final thrusts. Then, as he withdrew, the woman opened her mouth to collect the sperm sliding back out of your wife’s pussy. The small crowd applauded. The woman got up and beamed at them, some of the sperm sliding down her chin. Your wife remained on all fours, her newly spunked pussy still on display.

In the room below, the woman was on her back on the square platform. She looked quite plain, or at least I imagined she did in real life. She looked like she might be some kind of administrator, but here she was on her back with her legs spread, one man with his head between her thighs, another with his cock in her mouth.

I always like to wonder what these people’s real lives are like; what the people they know in real life would make of their behaviour. What would people make of your wife, Cuck? There on all fours with her newly spunked pussy exposed, like a little slut, watching another little cock hungry slut getting her pussy licked.

A couple of men entered the viewing gallery, eyeing your wife speculatively. One of them bent down to slap her behind. “You need to be down there on the floor, doll,” he told her.

What an idea! Maybe I should invite you both one day. Wouldn’t that be right up your street, Cuck? Just you and your wife, my fuck toy, and then you look up at the gallery and invite anyone who wants to down on the floor to fuck your wife. I’ve seen it done. You’d enjoy it; I’m sure you would.

Down in the main room, the woman was still being treated to a good licking, still being treated to a mouth full of sausage. I told my fuck toy to get up. She looked at me with that look I love, where she’s not sure what I’m going to do next, but is game for anything.

“We’re going to walk around the gallery,” I told her. “And when you see someone you fancy, you’re going to ask him if you can suck his cock. Understood?”

Your wife nodded. She doesn’t say much, does she? It doesn’t matter. My fuck toy always does what I tell her.

We walked, your wife’s dress still up round her waist. Not many people looked at us, since they were focused on the action in the main room, where the woman now had all four cocks round her face. But some did turn and look, and suddenly your wife stopped. I won’t bother describing the man to you. He was just some stranger. Your wife caught his eye, licked her lips, and with a slightly coy look in her eye said, “May I suck your cock?”

In this place it’s rare for requests to be denied. This one wasn’t either. The stranger just said, “Get to it, Babe!”

My little fuck toy had chosen well. When she extracted the stranger’s organ, it turned out to be a thick trunk of a cock. She grabbed hold of it and slid her lips over it. The thing really stretched her mouth.

How about that, Cuck? Your wife on her knees pleasuring a complete stranger, like some knob-gobbling slut. You should have been there to see it, you really should. But I expect you can see it in your mind’s eye. Maybe you’re cumming in your underpants. Not that I really care.

There was far too much of that cock for my little fuck toy to be able to take even half of it in her mouth. It didn’t matter. The important thing is that she enjoyed it, which she did. She told me so later. I enjoyed it too, watching her mouth stretched out over the huge cock as she sucked on it, wanking it too. I mean I’ve seen your wife’s mouth stretched out over my own cock, but this was a fucking monster.

Your wife drooled a little. The stranger was breathing heavily. He tried to give a little thrust, but he was so big, all he accomplished was making my little fuck toy cough on his cock and drool a little. I judged that he was quite close. I sank down behind your wife and grabbed her tits through the dress. I put my lips up against her ear. “When he cums, make sure all that delicious sperm goes down in your cleavage. Make sure his cum runs down between your tits.”

Well, Cuck, by now you don’t need me to tell you what an obedient little fuck toy your wife is. You can imagine what happened next. You should have been there. It was perfectly delicious, your wife there on her knees wanking that huge cock with both hands, positioning it perfectly so that a huge load of sperm slid slowly down into her cleavage. Such a delicious sight, watching all that cum slide down inside your wife’s dress, knowing it was running down between her tits. Can you see it in your mind’s eye, Cuck? Does it make you spontaneously cream yourself?

“Thank the kind man, fuck toy,” I said.

Your wife looked up at the stranger with sinfulness elbowing the coy look in her eyes to one side. “Thank you for your sperm,” she said.

“Good fuck toy,” I said, patting her on the head and ruffling her hair.

Below us the plain wife was astride a thick cock, grinding down on it as she cried out, like some lusty whore. Hands were all over her, groping as the husband looked on. Wouldn’t that be something for you, Cuck? I’d happily take both you and my fuck toy to the club as my guests. You could stand there looking on as your wife was screwed by dozens of cocks. I’m sure you’d like it.

Up in the gallery, we’d attracted a bit of a crowd, well a small gathering at least. Men and women in various states of dress and undress were looking at your wife, who was still on her haunches with sperm trickling down between her tits. There was a couple in fetish gear, the woman’s tits hanging out of her costume, wanking her husband’s cock slowly, where it emerged from black latex underpants.

A man touched your wife’s cheek. “Can anyone get in on the act?” he asked.

My obedient fuck toy looked up at me and I nodded. So she turned her head towards the man and parted her lips.

Oh yes, Cuck. Your wife, my little fuck toy, was greedy for cock. This one was not so big as the previous, but it was a delicious sight all the same. The man held your wife’s head as he moved his cock back and forth. “Oh yeah! Fuck that face!” a female voice said. My little fuck toy was surrounded. People, male and female, were touching her, groping her. Tits were squeezed, buttocks were squeezed.

Like I said, the viewing gallery isn’t supposed to be used for this kind of action, but it’s not forbidden, and it’s not unknown. In the gangbang room down below the wife was screaming with delight as her pussy was licked. The viewing gallery was not quite turning into a gangbang room, but our little crowd was enjoying itself. Your wife was drooling over hard cock being thrust into her mouth. Through all the bodies I managed to see that someone had their hand up between her thighs and was fingering her.

Does that turn you on, Cuck? The thought of your wife surrounded by people, groped and fingered and face-fucked? Would you like to see it for yourself? I could invite the pair of you as my very special guests. Then you could watch your wife be groped and fingered and fucked for yourself. Wouldn’t that be something?

One of the onlookers overheated. Sperm shot out over the back of your wife’s dress. Well, these things happen. When the time came for the man fucking her face to cum, my fuck toy, your wife, held up her face obediently, allowing the man to shoot his load all over her mouth to appreciative applause.

What a slut, eh? Six loads of spunk in less than an hour; a load on each thigh, a load in her pussy, a load between her tits, one on her back, and now one on her face. What a brilliant fuck toy I have in your wife, Cuck.

Down below the plain looking wife was being spitroasted roughly, but in our little group, people were only interested in your wife. The fetish couple took charge, without bothering to ask for permission. They got your wife up on her feet and made her lean over the railing, bent over with her arse sticking out. The man stuck his cock in her; the woman got down beneath her and began teasing her clit with her tongue. A dollop of sperm dropped from your wife’s face to the main floor below.

Yes, Cuck, that’s the kind of thing that happens at the club. That’s the kind of thing that happens when I take my little fuck toy, your wife, for a night out. You can come along next time, if you want. I really mean it. I mean, I’m sure you’d really love seeing your wife acting the raving slut. Because she was. She was being groped all over as the couple saw to her delicious pussy.

And now your normally so reticent wife was moaning loudly as she stood there, leaning over the railing, her pussy pounded, her clit tongued, hands all over her body. Her moans merged with those of the woman down below on the bed.

“I’m cumming!” the woman cried out. “Fuck me! I’m cumming!”

Orgasmic screams rose from the room below. Nobody looked, everybody in our little group was preoccupied with my little fuck toy, your wife. And then it was as if the woman’s orgasm transmitted itself. Your wife, my fuck toy, seemed short of breath, gasping from the exquisitely unbearable pounding her pussy was taking. The woman’s tongue lashed at her clit as hands continued to wander all over her body.

And then she came, my little fuck toy, your wife, leaning over the railing, her body shaking, gasping for air, a hard cock racing back and forth in her cunt, a soft female tongue pushing against her clit, hands squeezing her tits.

There was applause. Down below the husband imagined we were applauding his wife, and waved his thanks. That amused me. What about it, Cuck? Don’t you want to come with us to the club, maybe even use the gangbang room proper?

Anyway, the man delivered his spunk into the woman’s mouth. The women obligingly drooled the sperm over your wife’s face as she sat slumped against the railings recovering from her climax. Oh what a delicious sight! I wish you could have seen it, Cuck. Maybe you can, in your mind’s eye. Maybe you’re coming in your underpants.

It certainly focused my mind. I decided it was time to leave the gangbang room. Down below the plain wife was going mental, screaming at the men to fuck her cunt and begging them to cum all over her face. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to get my little fuck toy, your wife, down to one of the smaller custom rooms, get her on her back while her face was still runny with cum, and fuck her already ravaged pussy.

It didn’t quite happen like that, but I fear I must leave your wife, my fuck toy, to tell you all about that herself. I hear her stirring upstairs.

Don’t worry, I’ll return her to you safely. Right now, though, my cock has become so hard recollecting last night that I can’t possibly return her until I’ve put her through her paces again. I suppose she’ll want breakfast, so I’ll make sure she feasts on my hard cock. Then I’ll fuck her of course. I feel like taking her from behind, slapping her arse and pulling her hair as a reward for being such an obedient fuck toy, and turning herself into a total slut.

After that, who knows? Maybe I’ll return her to you with a pussy full of spunk. Maybe her belly will be full of my sperm. Maybe there’ll still be spunk on her where it’s trickled down between her beautiful, luscious tits.

Oh well, that’s for the future to tell. But remember, Cuck. If you want me to invite you along to the gangbang room, you only have to say. I’ll gladly book her in for an hour or so. You can see for yourself how gladly she lets complete strangers grope and fuck her; how gladly she sucks their cocks and lets them cum on her. Even if you don’t want to come along, I might book her in anyway.

I hear footsteps on the stairs. Must go. I have a little fuck toy to see too.

Until next time…
Yours &c