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I’d been thinking about this for many months and finally I was going to get around to arranging something. I loved posting pictures of my wife. I loved the comments I got from all sorts of people, young and old, and I loved the horny chat sessions that occurred. It was from these chat sessions that the idea originated - wouldn’t it be really to hot to meet up with one the guys who I knew had been wanking over pictures of my Mrs. And to not only meet with me, but with the wife as well.
So that’s how the idea started, during one of the many chats, a guy would be telling me in intimate detail what he wanted to do with my wife and every so often he would mention how fantastic it would be to meet. There was no direct mention of meeting to fuck her. Just a meeting, maybe a few drinks and a bit of fun. In my mind this meant maybe a bit of flirting, perhaps a bit of showing some leg or a flash of boob. Nothing more than that really.
So finally I’d plucked up enough courage to go through with meeting a guy. The wife was going to indulge me in my fantasy. She’d not only agreed to come along but she was going to dress up nice and sexy for the meeting. I guess she now found it a bit horny too. Perhaps she had been thinking about what this guy had been doing? What had he seen, what had he thought, did he find her attractive, had he got a hard on looking at her pictures?
The plan was to meet in a cheap hotel bar. The guy we were meeting, Colin, was clearly excited and decided to push his luck a bit by asking that she would dress up nice. This meant a short tight black skirt, black stockings and heels and a white blouse. Preferably see through he had requested. The cheeky bugger! But I figured it would provide some cover - we would look like a business couple on a stop over. A middle aged manager with his middle aged secretary who was clearly dressing to impress. Obviously after a rise of some sort.
So finally the day was here. We’d agreed a location and time. We’d worked out how we would know each other and just be sure, we had even agreed a code word! I sat in the hotel bar with my wife, both of us nervous and excited, not knowing what to expect. She looked so hot. Her skirt was not too tarty, just above the knee and it showed of her shapely ass and legs. The thin white blouse was nearly see through (just like Colin had asked for) and to be a bit more provocative my wife was wear a black lace push up bra. The contrast in colour was clearly visible through the blouse, but to complete the pretense she was wearing a smart jacket. She really looked like a secretary in a nice business suite. So we sat, drinking and hardly saying a word to each other. I kept scanning the bar and checking my phone. No sign of Colin yet. I got another round of drinks to steady our nerves. The bar was starting to fill up. There was a group of 4 guys in a corner. They were in good spirits, laughing and downing their beers and getting a little noisy at times. I noticed they were eye balling my wife and i mentioned it to her. She was a little embarrassed to begin with but also flattered that 4 younger guys would take an interest. But we were here to meet 1 guy so it the group were not on our radar.
I kept scanning the room for a single guy. Nothing. Maybe he had bottled out. Then my phone buzzed and I eagerly read the message. It was Colin. “I am here, are you?” read the message. I replied asking where he was. “In the corner, across from you I think”. I naturally looked up and around the room which must have given me away as the next message came immediately “yep, she looks as hot as in the pictures I have wanked to. look to your left”. And that’s when it hit me - he must be with the group of 4 guys! I turned to look, panic on my face, and was greeted by a guy in the middle of the 4 leaning back in his seat, beer in hand, grinning from ear to ear. He raised his glass to acknowledge me.
My heart raced. All sorts of emotions hit me. Fear, excitement, worry. Surely he hadn’t told his mates about his sexual habits, I mean who openly tells their mates what they wank about? But as soon as I was beginning to feel confident that our secret was safe, it was blown out of the water with what happened next. Colin nudged the guy to his left, handed him his phone and motioned his head towards me. The other guy looked up, big grin on his face, then back at the phone and looked at my Mrs. He was obviously looking at a picture on the phone and trying to compare it to the real deal. Colin was looking very smug as the other guy did the same thing - passed on the phone and indicated towards my wife.
Shit I thought, hat the hell have we gotten into? Before I had any time to reconsider, Colin was up and approaching our table. He swaggered across the room to a backdrop of whistles and vulgar grunts from his mates. I guess things were about to get interesting.
After the briefest of introductions Colin suggested that we join him at his table for a drink.”Come and meet the lads Sara, they are all dying to meet you”. He offered his hand to my wife to help her up from her seat. I could see this was a ploy to try and get a look down her jacket. She was showing a bit of cleavage and he could see that she had a fairly see through blouse on. This must have pleased Colin - he was seeing signs of what he had asked for. Maybe he was know wondering if Sara was wearing the other items he’d hoped for.
He took Sara by the arm and as he guided her across the bar he placed his other hand on the small of her back, just above her ample and shapely ass. Her directed her to the table and his waiting mates who now seemed to be jostling to make a space to be the one sat next to Sara.
She was herded into a space and Colin sat next to her. No surprise that I was left to find my own seat. I pulled up a chair from an adjacent table and sat at the end opposite my wife. There were 2 guys between me and her, and 2 the other side of her. If she wanted to leave now she wouldn't be able to, she was basically trapped.
Drinks were ordered and the conversation between the guys and my wife flowed. I could see that Sara was becoming more comfortable and was enjoying the attention. I was beginning to relax a bit when suddenly Colin’s phone reappeared. He whispered something in Sara’s ear and gave her the phone. Whilst he was still grinning like a cat, Sara suddenly blushed and didn’t know where to look or what to do. Colin took the phone back and turned the screen to show me. It was a picture of Sara on our bed, legs spread wide open, black stockings and heels, shaven pussy on full display.
I choked on my drink but at the same time my cock twitched. I was getting aroused by the lack of control I had of the situation.
Colin passed to phone to the guy on the other side of Sara and he whispered something else in her ear again. There was a pause, Sara didn’t move. Colin took the glass from her hand and put it on the table. “Go on” her said, “make yourself comfortable, we won’t bite”. With that prompt Sara reached up and undid the top button of her smart jacket.5 pairs of eyes were glued to her every move. You could hear a pin drop. She looked left and right and paused again. More expectant expressions, then another word of encouragement “go on love, there’s nothing in there we haven’t already seen”. Sara undid the next 2 buttons so her jacket was now unfastened.
“Good girl” said Colin. “Here, have another drink”. The other guy next to her now whispered something to her. Whatever it was she looked shocked. He then leant across the table and in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear he said to me “I’ve just told your slut Mrs that I can’t wait to see her hot pussy spread wide open on my hotel bed like in that picture”.
Christ, now I was lost for words and didn’t know what to do. I looked at Colin for support. I don’t know why, it was a stupid thing to expect. Colin was busy stroking my wife's arm and he was now slipping one arm out of her jacket to reveal her see through blouse. The other guy quickly cottoned on and did the same. Her black lace bra was now clearly visible and i was sure that I could make out her hard nipples.
Colin instructed her to lean back against the seat and put her head back. This caused her breasts to thrust forward, stretching the thin fabric of her blouse and making her tits clearly visible. “Nice tits” said one the guys. “I sure can’t wait to get my face between them”. The comments were getting more sexual and frequent. There was less regard for my wife as a person, she was now becoming an object of desire and fantasy. A toy for fulfilling the sexual fantasies of 4 horny guys. They were all guessing she must have come here for a good time, else why would she be sat here, playing a long.
The stakes were raised. Colin asked for a kiss. I then noticed he had is hand on Sara’s knee and he was stroking it, gradually moving higher. Not to be outdone the guy opposite started doing the same thing, only he was bolder. He pulled her kneed and thigh towards him, forcing her legs open. Without warning his hand dived up her leg and under her skirt. Sara tensed up. The guy continue stroking ever higher, then he paused and dropped his head to look up her skirt. Right there in the bar, in full view of anyone else. He simply looked up her skirt and then proudly announced to us all “fantastic, the slut is wearing stockings lads. And there’s more. I do believe she is soaking wet”. The lad on the corner now wanted some action. “Bullshit, I don’t believe you. I’d better check for my self so move over”. He dived his way in and in a blink his hand had disappeared up Sara’s skirt. I watched Sara take a deep breath as he rummaged around. She held her breath and i noticed her fingers tense on the edge of the seat. Surely not - had he found her pussy lips already?
I didn’t need to wait long for confirmation as he pulled this hand out. “Wet as a whore. Get a load of this” he said as he proudly waved his glistening finger around the table.
“I assume you have those nice lacy knickers on that I asked you to wear Sara?” Colin demanded. “Sara? Answer me”.
“Yes” came a shy reply.
“Well we don’t want them getting all messy do we? At least not just yet”. There were smirks and sniggers from around the table. “Yeah not until I wank in them later” said another voice.
“Sara, take off your panties and put them on the table”. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Now” came a stern voice.
Sara moved slowly, dazed, not really knowing what to do. She looked at me for guidance. I could only shrug my shoulders. The guy next to her pushed her to one side, so that she was partly laying across Colin’s lap. He lifted her skirt to reveal first her stocking tops and thighs, then her lace covered ass. He started to slide her panties down and as they dropped below her ass, he gave her cheek a playful smack. Sara jumped as the shock wave reached her brain. He pulled her back straight and then without effort lifted her bottom off the seat. This allowed Colin to slip her panties down to hear knees.
“Now finish taking them off Sara and do what I said”.
Sara obeyed. She stepped out of her panties and folded them up and then hesitantly placed them on the table.
“That’s a good slut. But next time you are told to do something, do it quickly and without question else there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?” said Colin.
“Yes” said Sara. “Yes Sir” replied Colin. “Yes Sir” answered Sara.
So there we were. My wife, legs open, her knickers removed by 4 strangers in a public place, her ample tits on display through her white blouse and me sat opposite not knowing what was going to happen next.
There I am sat opposite my wife who is surrounded by 4 guys in a hotel bar. Her skirt is up around her waste, her stocking tops are on full show, as is her shaved pussy (because Colin made her remove her panties earlier so they could all get a good look of what they had seen in the pictures). And her head is being forced towards a stiff cock that is being stroked by a guy with an enormous grin across his face.
The look of anticipation on Mike’s face was almost comical. I would have laughed only the distraction being caused by my cock wanting to burst was greater. As Colin pushed Sara’s head towards Mike’s cock, he raised his hips a few inches to shorten the time to contact. Or maybe it was a symbolic offering of his meat to her? I guess Sara was not fully ready or she was so dazed by the situation that she had not heard Colin’s very clear instructions.
As her head approached Mike’s groin her lips remained closed. The throbbing cock grazed against her lips but they did not part. The result was that Mike’s cock shot towards one side and rubbed against Sara’s cheek, pointing almost dangerously at her eye. Mike adjusted his position and thrust his cock at her mouth, this time with enough force to penetrate. At the same time he reached out and with both hands he took a firm grip on either side of her head. Colin could see he had control and he removed his powerful hand from her neck. Mike now thrust deeper into Sara’s mouth and held her head tightly in position.
The result was obvious. His cock quickly hit the back of her mouth and continued
towards her throat. Sara was never really one for sucking cock and on the few occasions she had, it was never deep.So I knew what would happen next. As Mike forced his penis further into her mouth, Sara began to gag. And I mean gag real bad. She was clearly uncomfortable because she was trying to push Mike out of her throat and mouth by leveraging her hands on his thighs. But she was wasting her time. The other guys seemed to find her frail attempt to escape amusing and this spurred Mike on. He held her head in place over his cock, which was now buried almost to the hilt. Then he forced her head up and down an extra inch or two as he thrust his hips upwards. More gagging and a look of panic came across Sara’s face. She was choking big time. Her gag reflex was strong. I honestly thought she was going to be sick and Mike thought the same. Concerned not the get his trousers in a mess he released Sara and withdrew his cock. Immediately Sara gasped for air, coughed and gagged some more.
She was making quite a noise and Mike’s attempt to keep her quiet had back fired.
“You fucking idiot Mike” said Colin in a rather pissed off tone. The risk of being
disturbed had been raised. An older couple on a near by table were looking in our
direction, trying to work out what the noise was. “Just having a few problems with the pork chop” Colin cheekily announced, “went down the wrong way, sorry didn’t mean to disturb you”. They turned back to their own business. Colin turned back to his.
He was now unzipped and his cock was in his hand. It too looked big and it wasn’t even fully erect yet. Even in its semi stiff state it looked menacing. His arm had moved behind Sara’s neck again.
“Now that’s now way to suck cock Sara. Let’s try again my dear. Open wide and start by licking the tip of my cock”.
Sara’s face had already been moved into position. I watched her lick her lips, then she stuck out her tongue and made contact with Colin’s helmet. She was fairly motionless to begin with but Colin continued to encourage her. He was wanking
his cock and constantly talking.
“That’s good, move your tongue more. Mmmm nice, now lick up and down my shaft. Good. Circle my cock head now, lick my slit. Nice”.
Without prompting Sara now moved her hand and gripped Colin’s shaft. She began to stroke him as he played his cock around her lips and tongue.
“Good girl, that’s nice but hold me a bit tighter. Now open your mouth Sara. Slowly lower your mouth over my cock. Oh that’s good, now keep going, further”.
He looked about a third of the way in and he was growing to full stiffness. I could see the veins in his cock pumping and his member was twitching.
“Keep going. Don’t panic, when I touch the back of your mouth I want you to relax. And breath. That’s it. Now when I tell you, I want you to swallow. Do you understand?”.
Sara looked up at him, cock in hand and mouth and muttered “huh hum”.
That was enough for Colin. “Now” her barked. And with that he thrust his cock upwards and applied downward pressure to Sara’s head. She had nowhere to go. His cock was clearly in her throat.
“Relax. Breathe - through your nose slut!”. He held her in place for several seconds. Then he started to pump gently backwards and forwards. I could hear the saliva building, but to my amazement she was not gagging.
“You see lads, it needs a bit of experience, then you too can experience the pleasure of a good throat job”. It seemed like he kept her there for ages before pulling out and zipping his cock away. “Better save this for later so the lady gets a real good seeing too”.
Sara had no time to recover from the onslaught. Immediately Nathan and Mike had moved positions. Sara was now sandwiched between them. Colin was next to the other guy who so far had been very quiet but had been watching everything intently and occasionally stroking himself through his jeans.
“All right Jamie? Bit quiet? How are you doing lad?”.
I looked at Sara. She was now being used - being made to alternate her sucking between 2 cocks. The guys seemed to be squeezing together trying to get more attention from Sara’s mouth. Or maybe they were trying to get their cocks in her mouth at the same time.
“You gonna get some Jamie? The tart is hot for cock, don’t be shy lad, go sit next to her and take your turn”.
“No I’m ok here for the moment Colin”.
“Ok, well there’s plenty of more time for you to get your fill”.
“Right lads, it’s time to move the show on. C’mon let’s get this slut to the room where we can give her the fucking she deserves. The fucking she came here to get”.
“William - be a good sport and get some beers to take with us. We can’t have a dry party can we?”.
As I stood up to go to the bar I had to adjust my hard on.
“And Will - I am feeling generous so the beer is on me. Add it to my tab. Room 213”.
As I turned to approach the bar the group of lads were getting up, along with Sara. I could hear them telling her not to put her jacket on or to adjust her skirt. “Let the whole fucking bar see your ass and pussy bitch” was one comment I heard.
Well I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. But in the seconds that felt like minutes between wondering what was going to happen, it suddenly dawned on me. What a fucking liberty these guys were taking with my wife and to top it all, apart from Colin, I didn’t even know the bastards names. Or maybe they had mentioned them and i was concentrating on on other things. Hell I don’t remember, the last 15 minutes were a blur.
Colin was sat on Sara’s left hand side. He had his arm around her neck and he was kissing her, passionately. It looked like tongues were being used. Then the guy to the left of Colin wanted in on the action. He leaned forward and put his pint glass on the table, then lent across Colin so he could reach Sara’s legs. His had dived up her skirt. To my amazement she didn’t flinch or try to close her legs to resist. Quite the opposite, she obediently parted her legs granting full access to the pussy. It was easy for the guy to get too as her skirt has hiked up around her bottom, her stocking tops and suspenders were clearly on display and I could nearly see her freshly shaven pussy.
It only took a few seconds for the guy to find her pussy lips. I could see his index finger raking her lips and just starting to probe inside her pussy. “Wet as a fucking drain pipe” he proudly announced followed by “what a fucking cum slut”. Sara shifted her ass forward a few inches to give him better access. “Fuck look at his, she is gagging for it. Go on love, you ride my fingers”
Yes, he’d said fingers. I hadn’t noticed but now I looked more closely. His big 3 fingers were being shoved in and out of her pussy with increasing speed. He was up to his knuckles and Sara was now starting to grind her pussy against his hand. I reckoned she was trying to position herself to get her g-spot massaged. That always triggered an intense orgasm.
She has breathing deeply and starting to moan. She broke away from Colin’s onslaught with his tongue and mouth to draw a deep breath. Her eyes looked glazed and she was looking to the ceiling. I’d seen that expression many times before and I knew she has building an intense orgasm. Her back arched, her legs tensed and she thrust her pussy onto his fingers. With her tits pointing out of her flimsy blouse, Colin grabbed a hand full and pinch her nipple through her bra. This sent her over the top and she let out a loud and uncontrollable moan. And I mean loud - the table nearest to us heard it and looked across. Luckily one of the lads was on the ball and turned around “nothing to look at here mate, you mind your own business right?”.
The lads were ecstatic that they had brought my wife to an orgasm so quickly and in a public bar. They were whooping with joy and high fiving. Colin looked at me, all smug, and grinned while he continued to kneed Sara’s breast.
“Mike, we can’t have our toy here making all sorts of noises and disturbing those around us. Why don’t you give her something to keep her quiet lad?”.
Mike must be the guy next to Sara on her right, because he grinned, and reached for his fly, then unzipped his trousers. He rummaged around for a few seconds and pulled out his very hard and long cock. He sat there next to Sara with it twitching and throbbing. Waiting.
Then he took Sara’s had and wrapped it around his cock. Whether it was the hardness, the size or maybe the heat of his b**st, Sara opened her eyes in surprise. She looked at the tool she was holding and gasped.
“Stroke it bitch” ordered Mike. She started to move her wrist up and down, slowly at first. Mike seemed to be in heaven, his eyes rolled and he sighed.
“Mike, my dear friend” Colin interrupted. Mike had a look of concern on his face. Had he done something wrong? Maybe taken a step too far?
“That is hardly going to keep our little slut quiet while Nathan continues to finger fuck her, is it?”.
Mike looked puzzled, but then a smile came across his face like a light bulb coming on.. Colin was no longer stroking Sara’s breast. His powerful hand was now positioned on the back of her neck. Without warning, without out expecting to ask for consent, he pushed Sara’s head towards Mike’s cock. There was no way she could resist. I could see that the shock of the action and triggered an involuntary will to resist. She must have applied some backward pressure to Colin’s movement, but Colin Simply pushed harder and said “oh no my dear, you are going to do what I tell you. Now you have been teasing the fuck out of me and my buddies ever since you came over to our table. You’ve come here dressed like a whore, you’ve opened your legs and exposed your gaping pussy, you’ve fucked my mate Nathans hand. You’ve got us all hard and now you are going to suck each of our cocks in turn to say sorry. You will suck good and hard, you will take us deep in your throat. And if I am not 100 percent satisfied with your effort, I am going to have you suck every man’s cock in the whole bar until you have learnt your lesson. Now open wide bitch and get to work”…
The bar man approached me promptly. Jeeze he was smiling too - had he seen anything? I ordered some drinks and put it on Colin’s tab. I took the tray of bottles and headed off to find room 213. Then a flurry of thoughts hit me. Shit, what if that was a diversion and they hadn’t gone to room 213? But hang on the barman just gave me a round and billed it to that room. Crap, that now means that a hotel employee knows what room we are in. Fuck, had Colin set me up again? Had the young lad been watching us?
I moved as quick as I could to catch up with them. As I passed the table we had been sat at I noticed that Sara’s panties were no longer on the table where they had been almost since the moment we met.
To be continued
So that’s how the idea started, during one of the many chats, a guy would be telling me in intimate detail what he wanted to do with my wife and every so often he would mention how fantastic it would be to meet. There was no direct mention of meeting to fuck her. Just a meeting, maybe a few drinks and a bit of fun. In my mind this meant maybe a bit of flirting, perhaps a bit of showing some leg or a flash of boob. Nothing more than that really.
So finally I’d plucked up enough courage to go through with meeting a guy. The wife was going to indulge me in my fantasy. She’d not only agreed to come along but she was going to dress up nice and sexy for the meeting. I guess she now found it a bit horny too. Perhaps she had been thinking about what this guy had been doing? What had he seen, what had he thought, did he find her attractive, had he got a hard on looking at her pictures?
The plan was to meet in a cheap hotel bar. The guy we were meeting, Colin, was clearly excited and decided to push his luck a bit by asking that she would dress up nice. This meant a short tight black skirt, black stockings and heels and a white blouse. Preferably see through he had requested. The cheeky bugger! But I figured it would provide some cover - we would look like a business couple on a stop over. A middle aged manager with his middle aged secretary who was clearly dressing to impress. Obviously after a rise of some sort.
So finally the day was here. We’d agreed a location and time. We’d worked out how we would know each other and just be sure, we had even agreed a code word! I sat in the hotel bar with my wife, both of us nervous and excited, not knowing what to expect. She looked so hot. Her skirt was not too tarty, just above the knee and it showed of her shapely ass and legs. The thin white blouse was nearly see through (just like Colin had asked for) and to be a bit more provocative my wife was wear a black lace push up bra. The contrast in colour was clearly visible through the blouse, but to complete the pretense she was wearing a smart jacket. She really looked like a secretary in a nice business suite. So we sat, drinking and hardly saying a word to each other. I kept scanning the bar and checking my phone. No sign of Colin yet. I got another round of drinks to steady our nerves. The bar was starting to fill up. There was a group of 4 guys in a corner. They were in good spirits, laughing and downing their beers and getting a little noisy at times. I noticed they were eye balling my wife and i mentioned it to her. She was a little embarrassed to begin with but also flattered that 4 younger guys would take an interest. But we were here to meet 1 guy so it the group were not on our radar.
I kept scanning the room for a single guy. Nothing. Maybe he had bottled out. Then my phone buzzed and I eagerly read the message. It was Colin. “I am here, are you?” read the message. I replied asking where he was. “In the corner, across from you I think”. I naturally looked up and around the room which must have given me away as the next message came immediately “yep, she looks as hot as in the pictures I have wanked to. look to your left”. And that’s when it hit me - he must be with the group of 4 guys! I turned to look, panic on my face, and was greeted by a guy in the middle of the 4 leaning back in his seat, beer in hand, grinning from ear to ear. He raised his glass to acknowledge me.
My heart raced. All sorts of emotions hit me. Fear, excitement, worry. Surely he hadn’t told his mates about his sexual habits, I mean who openly tells their mates what they wank about? But as soon as I was beginning to feel confident that our secret was safe, it was blown out of the water with what happened next. Colin nudged the guy to his left, handed him his phone and motioned his head towards me. The other guy looked up, big grin on his face, then back at the phone and looked at my Mrs. He was obviously looking at a picture on the phone and trying to compare it to the real deal. Colin was looking very smug as the other guy did the same thing - passed on the phone and indicated towards my wife.
Shit I thought, hat the hell have we gotten into? Before I had any time to reconsider, Colin was up and approaching our table. He swaggered across the room to a backdrop of whistles and vulgar grunts from his mates. I guess things were about to get interesting.
After the briefest of introductions Colin suggested that we join him at his table for a drink.”Come and meet the lads Sara, they are all dying to meet you”. He offered his hand to my wife to help her up from her seat. I could see this was a ploy to try and get a look down her jacket. She was showing a bit of cleavage and he could see that she had a fairly see through blouse on. This must have pleased Colin - he was seeing signs of what he had asked for. Maybe he was know wondering if Sara was wearing the other items he’d hoped for.
He took Sara by the arm and as he guided her across the bar he placed his other hand on the small of her back, just above her ample and shapely ass. Her directed her to the table and his waiting mates who now seemed to be jostling to make a space to be the one sat next to Sara.
She was herded into a space and Colin sat next to her. No surprise that I was left to find my own seat. I pulled up a chair from an adjacent table and sat at the end opposite my wife. There were 2 guys between me and her, and 2 the other side of her. If she wanted to leave now she wouldn't be able to, she was basically trapped.
Drinks were ordered and the conversation between the guys and my wife flowed. I could see that Sara was becoming more comfortable and was enjoying the attention. I was beginning to relax a bit when suddenly Colin’s phone reappeared. He whispered something in Sara’s ear and gave her the phone. Whilst he was still grinning like a cat, Sara suddenly blushed and didn’t know where to look or what to do. Colin took the phone back and turned the screen to show me. It was a picture of Sara on our bed, legs spread wide open, black stockings and heels, shaven pussy on full display.
I choked on my drink but at the same time my cock twitched. I was getting aroused by the lack of control I had of the situation.
Colin passed to phone to the guy on the other side of Sara and he whispered something else in her ear again. There was a pause, Sara didn’t move. Colin took the glass from her hand and put it on the table. “Go on” her said, “make yourself comfortable, we won’t bite”. With that prompt Sara reached up and undid the top button of her smart jacket.5 pairs of eyes were glued to her every move. You could hear a pin drop. She looked left and right and paused again. More expectant expressions, then another word of encouragement “go on love, there’s nothing in there we haven’t already seen”. Sara undid the next 2 buttons so her jacket was now unfastened.
“Good girl” said Colin. “Here, have another drink”. The other guy next to her now whispered something to her. Whatever it was she looked shocked. He then leant across the table and in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear he said to me “I’ve just told your slut Mrs that I can’t wait to see her hot pussy spread wide open on my hotel bed like in that picture”.
Christ, now I was lost for words and didn’t know what to do. I looked at Colin for support. I don’t know why, it was a stupid thing to expect. Colin was busy stroking my wife's arm and he was now slipping one arm out of her jacket to reveal her see through blouse. The other guy quickly cottoned on and did the same. Her black lace bra was now clearly visible and i was sure that I could make out her hard nipples.
Colin instructed her to lean back against the seat and put her head back. This caused her breasts to thrust forward, stretching the thin fabric of her blouse and making her tits clearly visible. “Nice tits” said one the guys. “I sure can’t wait to get my face between them”. The comments were getting more sexual and frequent. There was less regard for my wife as a person, she was now becoming an object of desire and fantasy. A toy for fulfilling the sexual fantasies of 4 horny guys. They were all guessing she must have come here for a good time, else why would she be sat here, playing a long.
The stakes were raised. Colin asked for a kiss. I then noticed he had is hand on Sara’s knee and he was stroking it, gradually moving higher. Not to be outdone the guy opposite started doing the same thing, only he was bolder. He pulled her kneed and thigh towards him, forcing her legs open. Without warning his hand dived up her leg and under her skirt. Sara tensed up. The guy continue stroking ever higher, then he paused and dropped his head to look up her skirt. Right there in the bar, in full view of anyone else. He simply looked up her skirt and then proudly announced to us all “fantastic, the slut is wearing stockings lads. And there’s more. I do believe she is soaking wet”. The lad on the corner now wanted some action. “Bullshit, I don’t believe you. I’d better check for my self so move over”. He dived his way in and in a blink his hand had disappeared up Sara’s skirt. I watched Sara take a deep breath as he rummaged around. She held her breath and i noticed her fingers tense on the edge of the seat. Surely not - had he found her pussy lips already?
I didn’t need to wait long for confirmation as he pulled this hand out. “Wet as a whore. Get a load of this” he said as he proudly waved his glistening finger around the table.
“I assume you have those nice lacy knickers on that I asked you to wear Sara?” Colin demanded. “Sara? Answer me”.
“Yes” came a shy reply.
“Well we don’t want them getting all messy do we? At least not just yet”. There were smirks and sniggers from around the table. “Yeah not until I wank in them later” said another voice.
“Sara, take off your panties and put them on the table”. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Now” came a stern voice.
Sara moved slowly, dazed, not really knowing what to do. She looked at me for guidance. I could only shrug my shoulders. The guy next to her pushed her to one side, so that she was partly laying across Colin’s lap. He lifted her skirt to reveal first her stocking tops and thighs, then her lace covered ass. He started to slide her panties down and as they dropped below her ass, he gave her cheek a playful smack. Sara jumped as the shock wave reached her brain. He pulled her back straight and then without effort lifted her bottom off the seat. This allowed Colin to slip her panties down to hear knees.
“Now finish taking them off Sara and do what I said”.
Sara obeyed. She stepped out of her panties and folded them up and then hesitantly placed them on the table.
“That’s a good slut. But next time you are told to do something, do it quickly and without question else there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?” said Colin.
“Yes” said Sara. “Yes Sir” replied Colin. “Yes Sir” answered Sara.
So there we were. My wife, legs open, her knickers removed by 4 strangers in a public place, her ample tits on display through her white blouse and me sat opposite not knowing what was going to happen next.
There I am sat opposite my wife who is surrounded by 4 guys in a hotel bar. Her skirt is up around her waste, her stocking tops are on full show, as is her shaved pussy (because Colin made her remove her panties earlier so they could all get a good look of what they had seen in the pictures). And her head is being forced towards a stiff cock that is being stroked by a guy with an enormous grin across his face.
The look of anticipation on Mike’s face was almost comical. I would have laughed only the distraction being caused by my cock wanting to burst was greater. As Colin pushed Sara’s head towards Mike’s cock, he raised his hips a few inches to shorten the time to contact. Or maybe it was a symbolic offering of his meat to her? I guess Sara was not fully ready or she was so dazed by the situation that she had not heard Colin’s very clear instructions.
As her head approached Mike’s groin her lips remained closed. The throbbing cock grazed against her lips but they did not part. The result was that Mike’s cock shot towards one side and rubbed against Sara’s cheek, pointing almost dangerously at her eye. Mike adjusted his position and thrust his cock at her mouth, this time with enough force to penetrate. At the same time he reached out and with both hands he took a firm grip on either side of her head. Colin could see he had control and he removed his powerful hand from her neck. Mike now thrust deeper into Sara’s mouth and held her head tightly in position.
The result was obvious. His cock quickly hit the back of her mouth and continued
towards her throat. Sara was never really one for sucking cock and on the few occasions she had, it was never deep.So I knew what would happen next. As Mike forced his penis further into her mouth, Sara began to gag. And I mean gag real bad. She was clearly uncomfortable because she was trying to push Mike out of her throat and mouth by leveraging her hands on his thighs. But she was wasting her time. The other guys seemed to find her frail attempt to escape amusing and this spurred Mike on. He held her head in place over his cock, which was now buried almost to the hilt. Then he forced her head up and down an extra inch or two as he thrust his hips upwards. More gagging and a look of panic came across Sara’s face. She was choking big time. Her gag reflex was strong. I honestly thought she was going to be sick and Mike thought the same. Concerned not the get his trousers in a mess he released Sara and withdrew his cock. Immediately Sara gasped for air, coughed and gagged some more.
She was making quite a noise and Mike’s attempt to keep her quiet had back fired.
“You fucking idiot Mike” said Colin in a rather pissed off tone. The risk of being
disturbed had been raised. An older couple on a near by table were looking in our
direction, trying to work out what the noise was. “Just having a few problems with the pork chop” Colin cheekily announced, “went down the wrong way, sorry didn’t mean to disturb you”. They turned back to their own business. Colin turned back to his.
He was now unzipped and his cock was in his hand. It too looked big and it wasn’t even fully erect yet. Even in its semi stiff state it looked menacing. His arm had moved behind Sara’s neck again.
“Now that’s now way to suck cock Sara. Let’s try again my dear. Open wide and start by licking the tip of my cock”.
Sara’s face had already been moved into position. I watched her lick her lips, then she stuck out her tongue and made contact with Colin’s helmet. She was fairly motionless to begin with but Colin continued to encourage her. He was wanking
his cock and constantly talking.
“That’s good, move your tongue more. Mmmm nice, now lick up and down my shaft. Good. Circle my cock head now, lick my slit. Nice”.
Without prompting Sara now moved her hand and gripped Colin’s shaft. She began to stroke him as he played his cock around her lips and tongue.
“Good girl, that’s nice but hold me a bit tighter. Now open your mouth Sara. Slowly lower your mouth over my cock. Oh that’s good, now keep going, further”.
He looked about a third of the way in and he was growing to full stiffness. I could see the veins in his cock pumping and his member was twitching.
“Keep going. Don’t panic, when I touch the back of your mouth I want you to relax. And breath. That’s it. Now when I tell you, I want you to swallow. Do you understand?”.
Sara looked up at him, cock in hand and mouth and muttered “huh hum”.
That was enough for Colin. “Now” her barked. And with that he thrust his cock upwards and applied downward pressure to Sara’s head. She had nowhere to go. His cock was clearly in her throat.
“Relax. Breathe - through your nose slut!”. He held her in place for several seconds. Then he started to pump gently backwards and forwards. I could hear the saliva building, but to my amazement she was not gagging.
“You see lads, it needs a bit of experience, then you too can experience the pleasure of a good throat job”. It seemed like he kept her there for ages before pulling out and zipping his cock away. “Better save this for later so the lady gets a real good seeing too”.
Sara had no time to recover from the onslaught. Immediately Nathan and Mike had moved positions. Sara was now sandwiched between them. Colin was next to the other guy who so far had been very quiet but had been watching everything intently and occasionally stroking himself through his jeans.
“All right Jamie? Bit quiet? How are you doing lad?”.
I looked at Sara. She was now being used - being made to alternate her sucking between 2 cocks. The guys seemed to be squeezing together trying to get more attention from Sara’s mouth. Or maybe they were trying to get their cocks in her mouth at the same time.
“You gonna get some Jamie? The tart is hot for cock, don’t be shy lad, go sit next to her and take your turn”.
“No I’m ok here for the moment Colin”.
“Ok, well there’s plenty of more time for you to get your fill”.
“Right lads, it’s time to move the show on. C’mon let’s get this slut to the room where we can give her the fucking she deserves. The fucking she came here to get”.
“William - be a good sport and get some beers to take with us. We can’t have a dry party can we?”.
As I stood up to go to the bar I had to adjust my hard on.
“And Will - I am feeling generous so the beer is on me. Add it to my tab. Room 213”.
As I turned to approach the bar the group of lads were getting up, along with Sara. I could hear them telling her not to put her jacket on or to adjust her skirt. “Let the whole fucking bar see your ass and pussy bitch” was one comment I heard.
Well I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. But in the seconds that felt like minutes between wondering what was going to happen, it suddenly dawned on me. What a fucking liberty these guys were taking with my wife and to top it all, apart from Colin, I didn’t even know the bastards names. Or maybe they had mentioned them and i was concentrating on on other things. Hell I don’t remember, the last 15 minutes were a blur.
Colin was sat on Sara’s left hand side. He had his arm around her neck and he was kissing her, passionately. It looked like tongues were being used. Then the guy to the left of Colin wanted in on the action. He leaned forward and put his pint glass on the table, then lent across Colin so he could reach Sara’s legs. His had dived up her skirt. To my amazement she didn’t flinch or try to close her legs to resist. Quite the opposite, she obediently parted her legs granting full access to the pussy. It was easy for the guy to get too as her skirt has hiked up around her bottom, her stocking tops and suspenders were clearly on display and I could nearly see her freshly shaven pussy.
It only took a few seconds for the guy to find her pussy lips. I could see his index finger raking her lips and just starting to probe inside her pussy. “Wet as a fucking drain pipe” he proudly announced followed by “what a fucking cum slut”. Sara shifted her ass forward a few inches to give him better access. “Fuck look at his, she is gagging for it. Go on love, you ride my fingers”
Yes, he’d said fingers. I hadn’t noticed but now I looked more closely. His big 3 fingers were being shoved in and out of her pussy with increasing speed. He was up to his knuckles and Sara was now starting to grind her pussy against his hand. I reckoned she was trying to position herself to get her g-spot massaged. That always triggered an intense orgasm.
She has breathing deeply and starting to moan. She broke away from Colin’s onslaught with his tongue and mouth to draw a deep breath. Her eyes looked glazed and she was looking to the ceiling. I’d seen that expression many times before and I knew she has building an intense orgasm. Her back arched, her legs tensed and she thrust her pussy onto his fingers. With her tits pointing out of her flimsy blouse, Colin grabbed a hand full and pinch her nipple through her bra. This sent her over the top and she let out a loud and uncontrollable moan. And I mean loud - the table nearest to us heard it and looked across. Luckily one of the lads was on the ball and turned around “nothing to look at here mate, you mind your own business right?”.
The lads were ecstatic that they had brought my wife to an orgasm so quickly and in a public bar. They were whooping with joy and high fiving. Colin looked at me, all smug, and grinned while he continued to kneed Sara’s breast.
“Mike, we can’t have our toy here making all sorts of noises and disturbing those around us. Why don’t you give her something to keep her quiet lad?”.
Mike must be the guy next to Sara on her right, because he grinned, and reached for his fly, then unzipped his trousers. He rummaged around for a few seconds and pulled out his very hard and long cock. He sat there next to Sara with it twitching and throbbing. Waiting.
Then he took Sara’s had and wrapped it around his cock. Whether it was the hardness, the size or maybe the heat of his b**st, Sara opened her eyes in surprise. She looked at the tool she was holding and gasped.
“Stroke it bitch” ordered Mike. She started to move her wrist up and down, slowly at first. Mike seemed to be in heaven, his eyes rolled and he sighed.
“Mike, my dear friend” Colin interrupted. Mike had a look of concern on his face. Had he done something wrong? Maybe taken a step too far?
“That is hardly going to keep our little slut quiet while Nathan continues to finger fuck her, is it?”.
Mike looked puzzled, but then a smile came across his face like a light bulb coming on.. Colin was no longer stroking Sara’s breast. His powerful hand was now positioned on the back of her neck. Without warning, without out expecting to ask for consent, he pushed Sara’s head towards Mike’s cock. There was no way she could resist. I could see that the shock of the action and triggered an involuntary will to resist. She must have applied some backward pressure to Colin’s movement, but Colin Simply pushed harder and said “oh no my dear, you are going to do what I tell you. Now you have been teasing the fuck out of me and my buddies ever since you came over to our table. You’ve come here dressed like a whore, you’ve opened your legs and exposed your gaping pussy, you’ve fucked my mate Nathans hand. You’ve got us all hard and now you are going to suck each of our cocks in turn to say sorry. You will suck good and hard, you will take us deep in your throat. And if I am not 100 percent satisfied with your effort, I am going to have you suck every man’s cock in the whole bar until you have learnt your lesson. Now open wide bitch and get to work”…
The bar man approached me promptly. Jeeze he was smiling too - had he seen anything? I ordered some drinks and put it on Colin’s tab. I took the tray of bottles and headed off to find room 213. Then a flurry of thoughts hit me. Shit, what if that was a diversion and they hadn’t gone to room 213? But hang on the barman just gave me a round and billed it to that room. Crap, that now means that a hotel employee knows what room we are in. Fuck, had Colin set me up again? Had the young lad been watching us?
I moved as quick as I could to catch up with them. As I passed the table we had been sat at I noticed that Sara’s panties were no longer on the table where they had been almost since the moment we met.
To be continued
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