Chapter. 4 - A night on the town

Chapter. 4 - A night on the town

It’s been two weeks since my wife of several years informed me that she was leaving me for another man. Todd. 

She had offered me to stay a part of the relationship if I agreed to her terms, including, being obedient to her will at all times and being a fool in love, without giving it a second thought, I agreed.

Tonight she had said, she wanted to go dancing. I was terrified, but as per our agreement I was powerless to refuse. We stood in the master bathroom, stripping off our clothes. The both of us soaked in cum, from the two tremendous orgasms I had been ordered to give my wife, using not my cock, but a massive strap on almost as big as her new lover Todd’s.

Standing in front of the large floor to ceiling mirror, I appraised the changes that my wife had insisted on earlier today. My hair had once been past my shoulders, and a washed out dirty blonde, now it was platinum blond and cut into a short feminine bob. My skin had been hairy all over, now my body was waxed smooth, I didn’t even have armpit hair anymore. My toenails had been freshly painted with hot pink polish, and my fingernails had been replaced with half inch acrylic nails, also hot pink, with carefully crafted white french tips. 

They both matched my wife’s nails now. I also was now required to wear a butt plug at all times and a pink plastic cock cage no longer than three inches imprisoned my cock. It was completed by a small gold padlock adorned with a heart, and my wife was the only one with the key. 

I realized I was changing on the inside too, starting to enjoy the agreement and forced servitude I had been placed in. 

I placed my foot on the toilet lid and started trying to remove the plug to shower and my wife smacked me hard on the ass. I yelped in pain and spun around. I told you it was to stay in place unless I say otherwise right princess?

Yes Ma’am I replied, my asscheek still warm where she had smacked it. I just didn’t think I should shower with metal in my butt, I didn’t want to ruin it, I knew you would be upset, I explained.

She replied with a smile, That’s a good girl being concerned for it, but it has a rustproof coating, also that cock cage and lock are waterproof as well. So you wont need to remove either to shower. I groaned and she moved to climb into the shower.

Staring at my wife’s beautiful naked form slip into the shower, I quickly followed. The water cascading down on my freshly waxed skin felt absolutely amazing and I reached for my men’s body wash and wash rag to start cleaning myself with. 

Nope, she said taking the bottle out of my hands and tossing it in the bathroom trash. Reaching into the shower caddy, she pulled out a bottle of lilac scented shower gel, and a hot pink loofa that hadn’t being there yesterday. Taking the wash rag out of my hand and ganging it up, she lathered it up and told me to stand still with my legs spread. 

Slowly and meticulously she scrubbed every inch of skin on the front of my body. Finished, she instructed me to turn around and spread my legs once more. I obeyed willingly, and she set to work scrubbing my back and shoulders. Finishing that, jumped to my thighs, skipping over my ass. Then my legs. Next she told me I needed to bend over and put my hands on the shower floor. 

Yes Ma’am I said and leaned down to take the position she had requested. She scrubbed down both of my asscheeks, making my shiver with pleasure. Next she thoroughly scrubbing my ass crack clean, and next all around my plugged, stretched asshole. That made my cock expand to the limits of its cage once more and I grunted in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

Finished, she stepped around me and pushed me into the stream of the shower. As the suds dripped away I felt absolutely delicious. She pushed my head back wetting my hair thoroughly. Then, pulling out a bottle of shampoo also scented of lilacs, she began to wash my hair. Then pushed me back into the spray to wash it clean. Next she pulled out a bottle of conditioner of the same scent and applied it to my hair. 

Afterwards, she pulled out her own loofa and the shower gel and begun lathering herself up. Wash that out she told me and pushed me back into the flow once more. And continued to wash herself. My shower finished, I asked her if I could help her shower as well. She said no, to my dismay and told me to get out and dry off, then wait by the sink for her to finish. 

I obediently did as I was told. There was only two towels on the bathroom shelf, both were hot pink, my wife’s favorite. I grabbed one and set about drying myself, admiring my new looks in the large mirror. As I finished drying off, my wife turned off the shower and threw open the shower curtain. 

I again stopped in my tracks, jaw hanging. She really was breathtaking, she stood 5’3” super slim, gorgeous hips and was fully waxed and smooth, head to toe. Her firm c-cup tits were deliciously perky and topped with little pink nipples. Her ass also was to die for. Her hair was platinum blonde just like mine, and cut into a slightly longer bob than mine.

I bet you would love to be free of that cage wouldn’t you princess? I bet you’d jump my brains in a heartbeat right?

Yes Ma’am, I would. Would you let me? 

Nope, she said giggling, you would just leave me unsatisfied, maybe some other time. With that she moved over to join me next to the mirror, admiring her looks and mine. We look absolutely fuckable don’t we princess?

Yes Ma’am I replied with a grin. Hoping deeply she would allow me to fuck her again soon. Shall we get dressed Ma’am? I asked.

Not yet my good girl, she said and handed me a bottle from the counter. It was body lotion, they must have come in a set too because this also was lilac scented. She instructed that waxing dried the skin quite a bit and I would need to apply lotion frequently to keep my skin from getting dry and irritated.

That made perfect sense to me and I already smelled of lilacs all over. Yes Ma’am, I said and set about massaging lotion into my legs. It felt great, and left my skin feeling even softer. And I smelled great too. Having finished my legs, she told me to skip my crotch area to avoid messing with the metal butt plug, on what she told me was printed a giant pink heart. Fitting, I thought. Quickly I finished applying lotion to the places I could reach and ask my wife to please help me with the rest. 

After I was fully lotioned up, I got to enjoy the spectacle of my wife rubbing lotion all over her body as well. She even carefully rubbed some into her labia and around her butt. She lingered a while on her nipples, rubbing them in circles until the were nice and hard. My cock filled its tiny cage once more and I groaned in appreciation. 

Finished applying the lotion, both silky smooth from head to toe, we headed back to the room to get dressed for the night. She began to rummage through the bags from our earlier shopping trip, and I nervously waiting to see how she intended to dress me for a trip to a crowded night club. 

She handed me the frilliest pair of pink lace panties we had found at Victoria’s Secret today, and the matching black lace stockings and garter belt and told me to put them on. 

I did so slowly, relishing the feel of the silky panties sliding up my newly smooth legs. Next I pulled each stocking up slowly enjoying that sensation immensely too. These particular stocking came up to about mid thigh, were shear lace, and they made my legs look fabulous.

Next she handed me a bright pink dress of the same style I had on earlier, and just as short, barely reaching the tops of my stockings. I pulled it on, and she told me to leave the top down for a moment, grabbing a bag from beside the bed I didn’t recognize, she handed me two silicone half globes. 

They were colored like skin, felt like real skin and actually had erect little nipples on them. She told me that she had gotten them in her exact cup size so we could share bras. I eyed them apprehensively and she laughed. They won’t bite, she said.

She told me that the were applied with a special epoxy directly to the skin, they used them in Hollywood as the next next best thing to implants. I groaned as she went to the bathroom to mix the epoxy. Implants, I thought that’s crazy, no way she would do that to me, but I was hoping this was the farthest she would take it.

She returned from the bathroom with the epoxy all mixed up, told me to stand up straight with my arms straight out to the sides. I replied yes Ma’am and did so. She slathered the first fake breast with epoxy and pressed it hard against my chest, then did the same to the other side. She made a few minor adjustments to them to make them even and perfectly placed.

Afterwards she told me I needed to put an old bra a cup size or two smaller for an hour or so for the epoxy to dry. She didn’t have a bra one size smaller, but said we would just use one of her older sports bras as it was really tight on her. She handed it to me and I pulled it on over my new fake breasts and sighed. She made one last adjustment then told me to sit in the chair and not move or mess with them. She was going to go get makeup, she said over her shoulder as she headed back to the bathroom.

Might as well I thought, I already looked like a bloody woman. When she returned it was with several makeup cases. I had very clear skin, and never had a huge issue with acne growing up. So after she laid down primer, she applied concealer only to the darker patches of skin where my facial stubble normally was. I had shaved this morning and it was still silky smooth. 

She told me on my next wax, we were getting my face waxed too. I groaned but said, yes Ma’am. 

Next she laid foundation, it very closely matched my skin color and she blended it so you could barely tell I was wearing makeup at all. Afterwards she powdered my face all over, with stuff that made me want to sneeze. Next she put the slightest amount of pink blush on my cheeks, then set about looking for the perfect shade of eyeshadow.

Finally she picked a little kit with blacks and pinks and reds. She started with a solid black shadow that covered most of my upper eyelids. Then came a coat of pink shadow that matched my dress and panties well slightly below that. Next she lined my eyes with black eyeliner, I got stabbed in the eye twice and had a hard time keeping my eyelids still. She laughed and I stuck my tongue out. 

Next she pulled out some mascara, also solid black, she said it would make my eyelashes look longer and fuller. That was also a difficult one, and I ended up with it all over one of my lower eyelids. She wiped it up expertly and reapplied the eyeliner, giggling at me.

Finally she told me that I could take off the bra and check out my new tits. I did so and discovered they felt just like groping my wife’s perky breasts, just a little firmer. She applied makeup water proof makeup around the seams and said even if I got sweaty the epoxy would still hold for several days. Also she mentioned unless I was braless, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from the real thing. But my new nipples would of course always be stiff and clearly visible through whatever I might be wearing. 

So I’ll look like a horny little slut, I thought. As if this outfit didn’t already make me feel like a total whore. Groaning again, I asked if I should be wearing a bra with these new tits. She laughed and said no, She wanted them to stand out, I want everyone in the club to be looking at you and I tonight princess, she said with a naughty smirk.

She slipped behind me and zipped my dress up, taking my breath away. The dress was now tight enough with the addition of fake breasts to leave nothing to the imagination. The hard nipples poked out of the material and there was no hiding them. Next she tied off the dress behind my neck. She pulled out a hot pink lip stain and applied it delicately to my lips. Then she dabbed them dry with a paper towel and applied the stain again. Giving this second layer a moment to fully dry. She said it would keep the color vibrant for several days. Next she coated my lips in a shiny clear gloss that she said was designed to dry and still look wet and pouty. And it turned my lips shiny and sparkly, the hot pink stain looked even more vibrant now I would find.

She rummaged in a case for a moment, a frown on her face. She then cried, YAY I FOUND IT! What she was holding up was a small vile of pink glitter. I groaned and she giggled. She grabbed a small bottle of clear dry hair gel and poured a small bit into her hands, next she put a few pinches of the pink glitter in her hand and mixed it all up. She took a small portion of the mixture and spread it thoroughly around my new cleavage. She said the hair gel would keep it stuck on for at least tonight, and would dry clear. She quickly dried off my chest with a hair dryer and the glitter stayed put just like she said.

Perfect she said. She scraped the rest of the mixture into a small tray and set it aside for the moment. Next she went to the closet and came back with two pink shoeboxes, handing them both to me. I opened the first and it contained a gorgeous pair of shiny black sparkly high heels. They were easily six inch stilettos and she informed she had them made to fit my shoe size perfectly. 

Thanking her and setting the first box aside, I opened up the second box. It thankfully contained a pair of three inch hot pink heels with a cute black lace strap that would spiral up my calf and buckle just below my knee. They were sexy I had to admit. 

She told me to put the pink pair on and I quickly did, doing the straps up and buckling them. She said I was almost finished and went to grab her jewelry box. She fished out a pair of pink heart earrings and put them into my pierced earlobes. And then hung a beautiful gold chain around my neck with a giant pink gem hanging from it shaped like a heart. Lastly she slipped a few thin gold bracelets onto each of my wrists.

She stared at me a moment, frowned and ran off looking for something else. She returned with a pair of tweezers, and spent the next two or three minutes ripping out my eyebrows one by one. I yelped every time, that shit hurts. She giggled to herself the whole time. 

Finally her face broke into a smile and she told me it was perfect. She told me I looked sexy as fuck and told me to stay in the bedroom and practice walking in my new heels. With that she pranced still nude off to the bathroom once more. 

I stood shakily, thankful that our house was floored with oak and not carpet. Taking a few uncertain steps I told myself that I promised to be obedient and to be her good girl, and put my best effort into it. It had been about an hour and my wife was still in the bathroom. Her closet was a walk in closet that connected to the bedroom from one side and to the master bath from the other. So I just assumed she was taking her time getting dressed. 

I continued about my task and had finally mastered walking the full length of the room without wobbling. I was proud of it, but knew that I was hardly prepared to dance in these heels. It was then she called out from the bathroom, Come here princess it’s about time you saw how sexy you gonna look tonight girl.

Walking into the bathroom carefully, I found her bent over in front of me. The back of her dress didn’t cover her black lacey panties in the slightest. She was currently pulling on her second stocking and wearing an outfit that looked almost exactly like the black dress, garter belt and stocking outfit I was wearing earlier. 

I noticed that this dress was slightly shorter than mine And as she turned around I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her nipples poked out atop either breasts as well. She was wearing a cute black choker with a black heart pendant hanging from it and a pair of diamond earrings. On her lips she had painted black lipstick and I noted the sparkle of silver glitter trailing down her cleavage. She looked absolutely stunning. 

My jaw dropped, and stayed there a while.

My cock had filled it’s cage again and was throbbing painfully. She broke into laughter. I was confused. She turned me to face the mirror that covered the wall and I realized with a gasp that I was almost as hot as my wife. My cock actually got a little harder at how sexy I looked. Standing next to each other, we could be twins. 

We both looked sexy as fuck. Both of our outfits screamed fuck me, and I was a little concerned we might get raped going out in public like this. We probably would have the attention of most of the club. But I had to say, I loved how beautiful and sexy I felt right now.

My wife laughed at me staring at our bodies in the mirror, practically drooling. She smacked me hard on the ass cheek and I snapped out of my daze. 

Stop acting like your gonna fuck any beautiful women tonight silly, she giggled. She fished out the chain holding the key to my chastity from between her ample cleavage and dangled it in front of me for a moment with a smile. Dropping it back between her luscious braless tits, she sat down on the chair to slip on a pair of heels shiny black and sparkly.

Once she finished, she said it was finally time to go. It was eight o’clock at night already and she grabbed a cute black leather clutch and we headed out the door. The night was still warm as it was still late August and wouldn’t get too cold to dress like this at night for a few more weeks. We decided to walk the few blocks there, rather than driving. As she had put it, we were getting white girl wasted tonight. 

We got to the club finally, they were busy already. We stood in line for a good twenty minutes before making it to the front of the line. During our wait several men attempted to flirt with us, and my wife shot down all of them expertly. She claimed over and over that she was here to have fun and we were both married. 

Both statements were true though, to be honest. Finally we were at the front of the line. The bouncer who stood 6’6” and was completely ripped, took one look at the two of us and waived us through. As we past by him, my wife nonchalantly ran her hand up his thigh, and cupped his balls through his pants for a half a second before continuing through the door. 

He groaned in approval, but said nothing else. I was amazed at how slutty my wife was acting tonight and we had only just walked in the door. It might actually be enjoyable to see where this was going, I thought. Putting my best smile on, I walked confidently on through the door. 

Once inside the door the first thing I noticed was the heat, thousands of pulsating and gyrating bodies vying for space on the dance floor had the room hot and humid. Next I noticed the music, some girly pop song droned on, one that my wife had already begun singing to and dancing around in a manner that had her tits and ass shaking like this was a titty  bar. 

This was my first time in a nightclub and I looked around and noticed that every even mildly attractive woman seemed to be doing the same dance my wife was, so I played along and tried my best. Within moments I nearly fell flat on my ass and almost died of embarrassment. 

My wife laughed and pulled me off the dancefloor into a side booth and I tripped sending us both sprawling out onto the circular couch. I landed with a soft thump, and after a moment I realized, I had landed with my face down between my wife’s spread legs. 

Cheers exploded from behind us from the dance floor. I noticed that from the point of view of anyone looking our way, not only did one hot girl have her face in another’s pussy. But also the back of my dress had rolled up in the fall and my skimpy panties were completely uncovered, and my firm little butt plugged ass was just shown off to the entire club.

My skin turned bright red and I quickly righted myself, sitting upright on the semi circle couch next to my wife. She smiled and pointed out that out of everyone that just saw that your ass was plugged, I bet not one of them realized you were a man. Thinking back to the image of the two of us in the mirror I realized that I wouldn’t have been able to tell if I didn’t knew either. I made one hell of a fine woman, and my mind swam with confusion on how I should feel about that. I was distracted by my own thoughts and didn’t notice the two younger men walk up and slide into either side of us in the booth until they had already sat down. They both looked to be in their early twenties and in great physical shape. 

The one with short black hair now sitting next to my wife introduced himself as Mike and the one with a brown man bun and a matching goatee who I learned was named Andrew had slid in next to me. both greeted us politely, and asked us our names. I looked to my wife wondering if we should ditch these two and to my surprise she had spoke up quickly in response. She had introduced herself as Katelyn, and motioning to me, introducing me as Annabelle. 

I smiled and played along, neither of the names were real, seems my wife was just having fun. She was going right along with Mike’s obvious flirting. She giggled and twirled her hair as they went on and on. Then Andrew asked me if he could buy me a drink and I told him definitely, a Long Island iced tea would be great. 

A split second later I realized the gig was up and next would come the embarrassment. I may look like a woman, but my voice was deep and manly. I just knew there was no way Andrew still thought I was a woman, beautiful or not. He made no sign that he noticed and and said he would be happy to order us both one. He hopped up, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

I leaned into my wife’s ear and whispered, I think he truly thought I was a woman until I spoke up. I think I scared him off with my voice though. She laughed and said don’t worry about it Annabelle, he’s probably actually getting you a drink, you look super hot, and easy too. She was right, but I was certain he had to have noticed. I looked over and couldn’t help but notice mikes hands roaming my wife’s thighs. It would seem he wanted her as much as I did.

She I noticed, didn’t seem to mind in the slightest either, in fact it seemed like she was encouraging him. I saw him get bolder, rubbing her pussy gently through her panties. It was dim in here, but I knew even a slight glance would provide any passerby with a full view of my wife’s spread legs. Her dress was now hiked up to her waist and her head laid back on Mike’s shoulder. I heard her quietly moaning while his hands groped her hungrily. Jealousy swelled and I wished it was my place to say something. It should have been, being her husband, but it wasn’t anymore.

She let out another moan and just then, Andrew walked back up. I was strangely relieved that I hadn’t scared him away, he seemed like a nice man. If he noticed what my wife and Mike were doing next to us, he showed no signs. He handed me a tall glass containing a Long Island iced tea, and was nursing his own.

I gingerly took a sip. It was mixed perfectly. I leaned back, getting more comfortable and asked Andrew what he did for a living, trying to adopt a more feminine voice. He leaned in closer to me and my cock filled it’s cage. I had never gotten hard from a man paying attention to me before but for some reason I was beyond horny. 

He moved in next to my ear and and I shivered nervously. He whispered, I know you are a man, and I don’t mind, you really don’t have to try and disguise your voice. My nerves calmed after that and I tried to continue having a normal conversation with Andrew. 

I learned that he was fresh out of college, also he loved to play video games. He pointed out several times how beautiful I looked and I blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl every time. The voice in my head kept trying to talk reason into me, but got quieter as the drinks started to fog my mind. I was pretty buzzed at this point, already halfway through my third Long Island iced tea. 

Glancing over again at my wife I noticed that both her and Mike had disappeared. I didn’t even notice they had moved, I was so focused on the friendly conversation I was having with Andrew. I hoped they hadn’t left me, but I was ordered to sit here and have a good time, so that’s what I did. 

I turned my attention back to Andrew and noticed him biting his lip in approval. I instantly went bright red. I had looked at many women like that in the past. But other then my wife in the early stages of our relationship, no one had ever looked at me like that. Like a piece of meat. 

I snapped out of my thoughts as he asked what the deal with my wife was. Mentioning that he thought she had said she was married when she had introduced herself. Without thinking I blurted out, yeah, to me. Shaking my head. He looked amazed, well what are you doing talking to me while your wife is off doing who knows what with some other man. Again without thinking I blurted out, because she ordered me to stay here and talk with you. The smile on my face as I said it quickly faded once I realized what I had done.

I blushed even deeper and hid my face in my arms. Why was I telling this complete stranger this. Why didn’t I lie, or tell him a half truth. We had lied about our names, why not this. It was none of this strangers business. Must be the alcohol I thought. I was jogged out of my thoughts when I felt two strong arms envelope me and pull me closer. Andrew was hugging me. I didn’t know what to say. I knew I had no obligation to tell him anything. But part of me wanted so badly to tell him my situation.

Being a man, usually I bottle up my emotions. Keeping them to myself and putting on a strong appearance no matter how I feel. I was so confused. It felt wonderfully comforting to be held and consoled. Even though I barely new this man, and more pointedly this was a man, I snuggled closer to him. 

After a moment or two I had regained my composure and made up my mind. I would tell him the truth. I barely knew him and I reasoned I would probably never see him again. Couldn’t hurt to get this all off my chest, I needed to talk about it with someone.

I explained my story to him and he rubbed my shoulder slowly throughout, listening attentively. When I finished, I was at a loss for anything else to say, and just watched him slowly process it all in his mind. After what seemed like an eternity, again he spoke.

Well it seems to me you have accepted an agreement that puts you in a difficult situation, he said. But look at the bright side, you really don’t have to put much thought into life and your needs will be cared for, and I can tell you are crazy for her.

I nodded silently. He wasn’t wrong.

On the other hand, he continued, I’m sure if some part of you didn’t enjoy this, you would have left already. Again he was right. It felt so good having it all in the open, even to a complete stranger. He leaned closer, kissing me on the cheek. I didn’t shy away, it almost felt fatherly and my heart swelled. 

I sat back and sighed contently and he pulled my leg up into his lap, to my surprise. Even through my buzz red lights were flashing and alarms were going off in my mind. I began to pull my leg back and he rubbed his hand down my knee and across my shin. My resistance dissolved and I stopped fighting, it felt wrong, but so good. Next he unbuckled my high heel shoe and removed it delicately. He began to rub my foot and my head fell back. My feet hurt a lot, and the sensations brought soft moans to my lips unprovoked. 

He gently sat my foot back on the floor and I let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. He laughed warmly and told me he needed my other foot. I was delighted. I struggled for a moment finding the best way to do so. Finally crossing my legs tightly I was able to get my other leg into his lap. The position squeezed my balls slightly but it was worth it. I took another sip of my drink as he gently unbuckled the other shoe, setting it down next to the other. 

My head again fell back as he began to massage my other foot. I had stopped caring and my moans had gotten a little louder. I felt lips kiss my cheek from my other side and I practically jumped out of my seat. Looking around wildly, I noticed to my embarrassment that Mike and my wife had returned. I scrambled to a sitting position quickly, keeping my eyes down and straightening my dress. 

My wife lifted my chin up with one finger until our eyes met. I’m so sorry Ma’am, I whispered and she giggled uncontrollably. She told me that I shouldn’t be sorry, she had told me to have fun, and it sure looked like I was, didn’t it? Yes Ma’am I mumbled sheepishly. 

Well then I don’t see as you’ve done anything wrong, she said, smiling warmly. I nodded, I guess she was right. I truly did love this woman with all my heart, so much so that letting a guy rub my feet felt like cheating. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight. 

She kissed my ear and whispered softly to me, I am going to try to get them both to come home with us tonight. They both seem like a ton of fun and I’m getting tired of dancing, she continued. We had been here for an hour already. Taking them home? Oh god, I thought, what was she planning. My mind was racing and I was beginning to panic. She moved me to face her, a hand on each of my shoulders and kissed me deep and passionately. My mind went numb. 

When our lips parted, she met my gaze and told me everything would be fine. I was not convinced, but I smiled weekly, yes Ma’am I said and she smiled. You are such a good girl she told me, and my heart swelled with joy. 

Just then Andrew tapped me on the shoulder. My wife winked at me and told me she would leave us to it, but we were leaving in a half hour. I nodded and turned to Andrew. He had an impish smirk on his face. 

So um, Annabelle, he started. It took me a moment to realize he had used the fake name my wife had given me. I had told him my real name and still he chose to call me Annabelle. It sounded nice in his voice. My eyebrow raised in question and he continued. Well I noticed you were having quite a difficult time dancing in those heels earlier. I nodded, wondering where he was going with this. So I thought maybe you could keep them off and we could go try dancing again for a bit? I didn’t see a problem with it, I looked over at my wife and she nodded in approval, telling me to go have fun. 

I looked back to Andrew, now standing next to me, offering his hand to me. Right this way he said, and I couldn’t help but giggle. I accepted his hand and he easily pulled me to my feet. The ground was cold in only sheer stockings, but I didn’t mind. With that he began to drag me deep into the seething mass of bodies filling the dance floor.

I couldn’t even see the booth Mike and my Wife were sitting at anymore. All around us people looked like they were having a blast. I had never really been any good at dancing, my wife had insisted that I learned to ballroom dance for our wedding, and I had been lousy. I stepped on her toes twice and nearly fell into the cake table during the first dance. We didn’t have a second. 

I awkwardly shimmied around, trying to mimic some of the moves other women were using, and I felt I was failing miserably. But Andrew had a giant smile on his face and went right along with it. I was sure to any observers that it looked as if we had never danced a day in our lives, but I didn’t care. 

The song drew to a close and the next one started, it was a slow love song and all around me slow dancing ensued. Andrew placed his hands around my shoulders and I didn’t resist. My hands instinctively moved around his lower back, pulling him close. We swayed to and fro and before long, I lay my head on his shoulder. The alarms and flashing lights in my head had all faded, deep inside I knew I was supposed to feel this was wrong, but at the moment, I just didn’t care.

The song finished and he pulled away and I felt a pang of sadness. Then moments later he pulled me back into his arms, one hand on my lower back, just above my asscrack, the other on the back of my neck, pulling my face gently closer. I looked deep into his eyes, noticing they were a brilliant shade of blue. The alcohol had stripped almost all my inhibitions, but once more, feebly this time, the alarms went off again in my head.

He pulled me in and our lips touched sending electric thrills all through my body. The kiss deepened and my mind went numb. When we finally resurfaced for air, my lips were still tingling and a thousand different emotions flashed through my mind. Fear. Excitement. Happiness. Confusion. Nervousness. Embarrassment. Desire. 

I pushed them all aside. I knew one thing, and it was that I wanted to kiss him again. I ran both hands through his hair and pulled his lips back to mine, kissing him deeply and passionately. I noticed a hardness against my stomach and with a blush I realized it was his hard cock. Thinking about it for only a moment, I found it excited me intensely that I had him managed to get him all hot and bothered. 

My wife and Mike walked up then and we pulled apart. Though I noted, I was no longer embarrassed to have my wife have caught me in the middle of an intimate embrace with another man. Wow Annabelle, you have been busy haven’t you?

I nodded and she squealed with joy. I just new this would be fun, she said. I had to admit that I was definitely enjoying myself. We all began to make our way back to our booth and sat back down. We all laughed and talked for a while. My wife looked around and said, hey guys I’m kinda done here, I think we’re gonna head home. Both guys looked disappointed, but they both thanked us for a great evening and said they had had a great time. My wife and I both said we had fun too. 

My wife looked impishly around our little group and bit her lip in the sexiest way possible. However, she continued, neither of us are all that tired and maybe we could continue the party at my house. Mentioning also that we had plenty of booze and mixers at the house and it was only a five minute walk at most.

Both of their faces lit up, Mike had mentioned that they had driven, but he said they would walk too since they had been drinking. We picked up our things and made our way to the door, heading out into the cooler air of the night. 

A gentle breeze blew and it felt wonderful on my sweaty body. Without warning Andrew swept me off my feet, easily lifting me up. I laughed and threw my arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest. I had never been picked up like this, but I enjoyed it. He didn’t strain at all as he carried me the several blocks to our house. 

This man definitely knew how to take care of a woman. Well a man, I thought, though I realized that line had begun to blur. I pushed the thought from my mind. My wife pulled the house key out of her clutch and unlocked the door, swinging it opened, she invited Mike in behind her. I noticed Mike smack her ass softly and she giggled in response, wiggling it playfully as she moved through the door.

A month ago I would have been filled with anger at the sight, but since Todd entered our lives, it seemed my wife had become sluttier then she had ever behaved for me. And it was not my place to question her, and as long as our deal remained in place, I was happy. Also, I didn’t really have much room to talk, nestled in the strong muscled arms of Andrew. 

My wife sauntered off into the kitchen, Mike hot on her heels. Andrew still hadn’t put me down, I didn’t really mind though. When he lowered himself down onto the large leather sofa, it was with my in his lap. Again I noticed the hardness of his erection against me as a lay across his lap. 

I laughed, arms still around his neck and asked if he wanted to watch something. He said he didn’t mind and I began to flip through channels. My body shivered in excitement as he began rubbing his hand up and down my upper thigh. I bit my lip, no longer anything but excited, and continued flipping channels. None of this felt wrong anymore and I didn’t know whether I should feel relieved or concerned. 

My wife returned with Mike in tow. In her hands were two bottles of expensive champagne. Mike held a large bowl of popcorn and I grinned. Setting the champagne down on the coffee table, she reached for the remote and I handed it to her. She and Mike settled down on the other couch and she set about opening both bottles. 

The first one opened with a loud pop and the cork shot into the air, hitting the ceiling before landing on the floor in front of Andrew and I. The second landed a few inches from the first. I gave no thought to modesty when I bent over to pick them both up, not realizing my ass was now fully exposed to Andrew. I felt him tug gently on the butt plug I had forgotten I was wearing and I stood straight up in surprise. 

Before I could spin around to chastise him, he pulled me back down in his lap. I landed with a thump that jogged the plug around, shooting waves of pleasure through my groin. I tossed the corks on the table and settled back down. Again his hand rested on my upper thigh, rubbing back and forth and I relaxed once more.

Taking a deep swig of champagne, my wife said, fuck this. And turned the tv off, not finding anything she wanted to watch. She leaned over to a side table and switched on the boom box to the local pop station and then settled back against Mike. 

I turned my attention back to Andrew and took a large swig of the other champagne then offered it to him. He said thanks and took a long swig and then handed it back to me. I sat it back down on the table and asked him with a smile if he did things like this often. He said not usually, and explained that he and his partner had had a rather nasty breakup after several happy years, and he had been single for about a year now. I found it hard to believe a man like this could stay single that long.

My eyebrow raised slightly and I repeated, partner? He clarified that he said partner to avoid saying husband. He was bisexual he explained, and liked men just as much as women. That explained a lot I thought, a smile forming on my face. Then the realization dawned on me that his plans for me had only just started. I was nervous but pushed away the feeling and told him I was sorry to hear about it, it must have been rough on him.

He agreed that it had been but claimed it was simply water under the bridge now. I smiled and was filled with happiness that I could make his life happier, at least for a night. My wife leaned over to us, clearly drunk and said she needed us to go upstairs and give her and Mike the room. Andrews face lit up and I hopped off his lap, heading up the stairs obediently.

I looked back and saw my wife remove the chain from her neck and told Andrew He might need it. It was the key to my chastity cage, and now Andrew had possession of it. 

She looked at me sternly for a moment and told be to obey any request he made tonight like a good girl, and then broke out into a fit of giggles. I responded with the usual yes Ma’am, and started to climb the stairs to my wife and I’s room again, Andrew not far behind me. I was terrified and excited and giddy wondering what in particular I might get asked to do. 

Andrew smacked my ass gently and I moaned quietly, jiggling my ass around as I had seen my wife do for Mike earlier, before pulling open the bedroom door. 

The both of us stepping through, I closed the door behind us, not wanting to know what might be happening to my wife down the stairs. Not caring either. I looked Andrew up and down, and swigged down the rest of the bottle of champagne. It tasted wonderful, the bubbles tickling my throat on the way down. 

Without warning, Andrew practically tackled me to the door, I tried to fight back but knew he was much bigger and stronger then I was. He pinned my wrists together high above me, he had me practically on my tiptoes. 

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