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Discovery - Party
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Part Five
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Charlie was as nervous as he could ever remember being. His wife
had
agreed to go to the party at his boss's house. Charlie had expected
to feel elated when she agreed to go, but instead he felt a sort
of
gut grinding tension, almost a fear. His groin was in utter turmoil,
not really an erection so much as his balls felt like there were
worms in them. And every time he moved, he could feel his partially
hard penis rubbing against his underwear. It was both tantalizing
and irritating.
Charlie had not been able to concentrate all day long. During his
briefing session at work, all he could do was sit there and watch
his
well built boss move about as he ran the meeting. It felt to Charlie
that his boss must have had an erection the way his trousers bulged.
Charlie simply could not keep his eyes off his boss's crotch, and
had
almost gotten caught looking at it by by his secretary.
Finally it was quitting time.
Charlie hurried home. He was not sure if he was happy or mad that
his wife was not home when he got there, and that caused him to
worry
a bit. He quickly went in to shower and could not keep his hands
off
his cock as he washed it over and over. His cock was so stiff and
hard that he banged his penis on the shower door jamb when he got
out. It had hurt, but in kind of a good way.
He drove his son over to his bud's house and dropped him off. On
the
way home, Charlie could not stop himself from unzipping and fondling
his cock as he drove, half afraid his wife would not come home that
evening in time to go to the party with him. But, true to the day
so
far, Charlie also found himself half-hoping she wouldn't get home
in
time.
His turmoil over whether she would make it home ended when he drove
into the garage and saw her little tan Toyota Prius sitting in the
garage, just like it was supposed to.
His wife was in the bathroom, the door locked as usual. He could
hear her music playing. At least that was a good sign. Charlie
dressed in his casuals, green shirt to mark the reason for the party,
and brown jeans.
Charlie went downstairs to mix himself and his wife a drink. Hers
he made extra stiff. His cock stirred as he stirred her drink. All
Charlie could think about was his wife kissing his boss. His heart
rate was elevated and he was having trouble breathing as he
fantasized about his wife kissing his boss, and his boss slowly
stroking Anne's stomach, his virile hand slowly lowering a tiny
bit
at a time with each stroke.
"Are you ready to go, honey?" Her voice startled him.
He blushed
when he remembered how stiff he had made her drink. He handed it
to
her. She already had her coat on. But she took her drink and began
to sip it. Her eyes found his. Charlie had the strangest feeling
that she knew he had set her up tonight to be seduced. It was as
if
her eyes could read his mind. He blushed a bright crimson.
His wife seemed not to notice though.
As she turned away, he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was not
her
normal brand. Instead it had a moistness to it he was unaccustomed
to. Usually her perfume smelled so dry he had to go get a glass
of
water to drink. But this was a moist scent, and incredibly
suggestive. His silly cock stiffened a bit more in his trousers.
As she finished her drink, he quickly drained the last of his. Then
he offered her his arm. He had no idea why he did that, he never
did
that, but it was just the day, and the promise of the evening, he
decided. He opened the car door for her too. `My god, you are
becoming a regular Don Juan' he thought. As he slid into the
driver's seat, he felt his recalcitrant cock pressing against the
zipper of his trousers.
His boss was dressed in a muscle shirt, green of course, and had
on
green spandex shorts. Tight spandex shorts. Spandex shorts that
showed off his bulge. Charlie could not make himself stop looking.
He heard his wife giggle as she watched him stare.
As Charlie helped his wife off with her coat, he introduced her
to
his boss. Charlie watched his boss's eyes traveling slowly and
deliberately up and down Anne's body. His boss smile in approval.
Charlie almost told Anne to get her coat back on. A cold sweat broke
out on his back.
When Charlie had finished hanging up her coat, he turned to ask
his
wife if she wanted a drink.
It was then that he suddenly noticed that she was not dressed in
her
normal conservative fashion. No, in fact, she was dressed as he
had
never seen her dressed before. His Anne had on a tight stretchy
dress! It showed off her breasts, and her cleavage, and her waist,
and her hips, and her legs! OH MY GOD she looked good! Charlie had
never seen her shape like this before. MY GOD! His wife had a
spectacular body! Even her breasts were shapely!
Charlie stood thee gaping at the newly revealed form of his shapely
wife. It was as if he had never seen her before. At least not like
this! My god! Her legs came all the way up to her ass! And those
tits! Holy COW udders!
Charlie stood there open mouthed as Charlie's boss asked his wife
to
dance with him. He watched his wife's perfect little tightly encased
in stretchy fabric bubble ass sway as she took his bosses arm and
followed him to the dance floor, giggling in delight at the
compliments that Charlie's boss was heaping upon her. Charlie could
see the side of her breasts rubbing against his bosses arm. She
was
staring up at his Boss's eyes as if totally enchanted. Charlie
realized, his heart suddenly thundering like a bucking horse, that
his wife, his Anne, was actually flirting with his well built,
bulging cocked boss!
Charlie blinked, then blinked again.
Yep! That was his wife alright! But what a change! And he had set
this up!
"Oh my god, what have I done!" Charlie moaned.
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Charlie found a chair to sit
down in. His eyes remained riveted on
his wife, dancing with his boss. She seemed to be dancing with him
without any fear or reservation. Charlie's fear ratcheted up when
several of the couples started to dance in the dirty dancing poses
he
had seen in the movie "Dirty Dancing". Charlie watched his
beloved
wife Anne turn around and move her bottom against Charlie's boss's
groin without hesitation.
Suddenly Charlie was surrounded by several women. They were facing
Charlie. Charlie lost sight of his wife as they stood there looking
at him expectantly. Finally one of them asked, "Are you Ann's
husband?"
Trying not to be too obvious about it, Charlie nodded his head while
he tried to see between the women. Finally, unable to see his wife,
and not wanting to appear rude, he looked up and said, "Yes,
my name
is Charlie, and yes, Anne is my wife."
The women giggled. One of them nudged the woman next to her
conspiratorially.
That women leaned down and asked, in a hushed voice, if Charlie would
dance with her. She was fairly good looking and had a nice set of
knockers, so Charlie agreed, not so much because he wanted to dance,
but because he hoped to be able to watch his boss seduce his wife.
Or was it because he hoped he could stop the seduction if he was
close enough? Charlie wasn't sure.
When Charlie and the woman started dancing, it quickly became
apparent that the woman intended to do the leading. Rather than
follow Charlie's lead, she guided him to a dark corner and kept
Charlie's back toward the other dancers. Thank god there was a small
picture that had clear glass glazing. Charlie could kind of see the
other dancers in the reflection of the glass.
Then the woman began to jabber nervously. "Hi! Charlie, my name
is
Wanda, and I work in the desk right beside Ann. I just love her to
pieces! I would do anything for her! She is such a sweetheart!"
Wanda continued to chatter on non stop, refusing to allow Charlie
to
return to his seat, nor turn around and see if he could see his wife.
After about three songs, Wanda began to press her pubic bone against
Charlie's crotch. With all of the stimulation of the past few days,
Charlie's cock responded against his will to the pressuring. Wanda
moved closer to him, her nipples now pressing against his chest,
rubbing little circles of pleasure into his psyche.
Charlie could not concentrate. He desperately wanted to see what his
wife was doing. But he could not get out of the clutches of the
silly woman that was obviously trying to keep him occupied. Or at
least that was what he thought until she put her hand directly on
his
stiffness. Wanda smiled up at him and asked him if he wanted go down
the hall and into the bedroom with her. She barely even blushed when
she suggested it.
Charlie decided to play along, then tell her he had to pee and then
go looking for Ann. She let him go, taking his hand, walking along
side him. Her thick breast was pressing firmly against his arm.
Charlie looked all around the room for his wife, but did not see
her. Where in the world could she possibly be? Surely she would not
have allowed herself to be seduced this quickly! Charlie knew his
boss was a ladie's man, but this fast? His frigid little wife? No
WAY!
Charlie heard some women giggling about what was happening upstairs.
Suddenly it dawned on him that there were only a few men in the
room. Most of the people remaining were women. And they were all
giggling and whispering and glancing his way.
Charlie started to feel a bit sick to his stomach. Where in the
world was Ann?
Charlie tired to extricate his hand from Wanda's, but she had him
tightly gripped. She walked strait into the bathroom with Charlie
in
tow. She turned and flung her arms around Charlie's neck, her body
pressed firmly and provocatively against his.
Flustered, Charlie murmured something about having to pee. She
giggle and cooed, then began to unzip him. She slapped his hands
when he tired to push her away. She would not hear of him doing it
himself. Soon she had his penis out and was pointing it at the
toilet bowl. "Go ahead Charlie, let me point this nice pistol
at the
toilet. Go ahead! Pee Charlie. Then I want to enjoy your cock!"
Charlie spluttered. He didn't really have to pee. He just wanted to
go find Ann, make sure she was OK, and see if she had really allowed
herself the liberty of sex with another man. Charlie could not
honestly say he still wanted her to. But he could clearly see that
this charade with Wanda was getting out of hand. He turned to Wanda
to tell her the truth, but she swooped into his arms and planted a
tongue laden French kiss on him. His mouth was so full of her
lingual desire that he could not talk.
After a few seconds, when Charlie didn't respond, Wanda leaned back
and looked up at him. "Don't you want to put your little man
inside
me big guy? I mean, your wife has been planning to take on all the
guys from the office for over a week now! Don't you want to have
some fun too?"
Charlie was too stunned to speak. Wanda looked into his eyes. She
saw the truth now. "Oh my god, you didn't know? I thought you
knew
honey! Oh my god!" She stared into Charlie's shocked face for
a few
more seconds. "Honey, Ann is upstairs pulling a chain with all
the
guys from the office. I thought you knew. I thought you wanted her
to. Oh god, I feel terrible!" Wanda hurriedly rearranged her
clothing, then rushed out of the bathroom.
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His heart full of fear, and a strange excitement, Charlie stumbled
out of the bathroom still trying to zip his pants. Part of his shirt
got caught in his zipper, so in his hurry he just left it hanging
out, and hurried up the stairs. He could hear rhythmic clapping
and
the inimitable insipid sounds that men make at a striptease show.
Charlie was still in stunned numbness from the words that Wanda
had
blurted out. His beloved Ann had been planning to take on all his
work mates for a week? How could that be? And where in the world
had she gotten those incredible tits? And oh my god, that little
bubble ass of hers, where had that come from?
Charlie's mind was still enraptured by his memory of her walking
away
with his boss, her breast (MY GOD what a breast) nuzzling his boss's
arm, her bubble ass sashaying back and forth as if it were attached
to a woman that loved sex! Oh god! Charlie's cock was hard as a
rock again, thinking about how his wife had looked in her St. Patty's
Day dress! It must have been a brand new dress, because he had
certainly never seen it before.
There was at least 8 men pressed into the doorway of a room laughing
and carrying on as they strained to see what was going on inside.
Charlie skidded to a stop, craning his neck, standing on his tip
toes, also trying to see what was going on in the room.
One of his work mates looked over his shoulder, then grinned big
time
at Charlie. "Hey man! Come for your wife's little cumming out
party? GREAT! Hey guys, make way for Charlie so he can watch his
wife pull chain gang!"
The crowd of gawking men split wide apart, giving Charlie clear
space
to walk into the room.
There was his beloved Ann, her back to the men, soulfully kissing
his
boss. She was moaning. His hands were caressing her body, her
booty, that perfect little bubble ass of hers. Where had that ass
come from? Wherever, it was certainly being enjoyed by his boss's
caressing hands!
Ann's voice moaned "Oh Mathew that feels so good baby."
Mathew? She
called him Mathew like she already knew him well? Too many things
were not adding up!
Charlie watched his boss's thumbs slip under the hem of Ann's short
green stretchy sexy dress. His strong thumbs raised the hem of Ann's
dress as the men hooted and hollered, urging Charlie's boss on.
Someone clapped Charlie on the back and, with a huge shit-eating
grin, said "Hey man, it was sure great of you to loan your
wife to us
for the party tonight!"
Charlie's mind was still unable to fathom what was happening. But
his eyes told him that his wife was allowing his boss to expose
that
unfamiliar, perfect little derriere of hers to all his work mates.
His boss's, Matt's, hands continued upward, exposing a perfect pair
of naked buttocks to the group. Her bubble butt was pointed directly
at the men.
Charlie's eyes were drawn down slightly further. Ann had no panties
on. NONE! Her butt was naked as the day she was born! And, OH MY
GOD! Charlie and everyone else there could see those sweet little
pussy lips of hers nestled between her thighs, and perched perfectly
at the bottom of her little bubble butt.
Someone breathed out "Holy SHIT! Will you look at that! Oh
my god
her cunny is exposed!" The men began to clap, this time not
raucously, but in appreciation for the beauty they were watching
being revealed to them.
"My god Charlie, you are one lucky man! What a gorgeous woman
you
have!" It was the man that worked in the desk next to Charlie.
What
the h ell was his name? Charlie was too far gone to remember it.
He
just nodded numbly, his eyes riveted on his wife's exposed cunt
lips.
Matt let Ann's dress fall back down over her buttocks. There was
a
despairing frustrated groan from the men.
Then Matt turned Charlie's wife around so the men could see her
front. Ann's eyes looked directly at Charlie, then traveled down
to
the shirt tail still protruding from his zipper.
Several men whistled as Charlie's boss's hands rose slowly and
seductively up Ann's flat hard stomach, then paused just below those
incredible, perfectly shaped breasts of hers.
Ann's eyes closed in bliss, then opened again. She looked softly
into her husband's shocked eyes. Her putting lips smiled at
him. "Charlie baby, tell Mathew he can play with my tits honey."
Charlie's mouth could not move.
Again Ann spoke, this time a bit louder. "Honey, tell your
boss my
tits are his to enjoy baby!"
Several of the men egged Charlie on. "Come on man! Let us see
your
wife's tits man! Be a good sport man!"
Charlie absolutely could not speak, so he just nodded numbly.
Charlie watched as his boss's hands rose up and cupped his wife's
perfect tits. Charlie's boss's fingers and thumb rolled her nipple
under the stretchy fabric. Charlie watched them instantly hardened
under his manly touch.
Matt watched Charlie's face as he slowly and methodically rolled
Charlie's wife's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Charlie's eyes were glued to his wife's inexplicably large, sexy
breasts being handled by the well built man.
His eyes unable to look elsewhere, Charlie watched as his boss slowly
worked her low cut stretchy dress top lower and lower until suddenly
Charlie realized he could see the tops of her delicate pink
areolas. `My GOD! Ann must not have a bra on either!!!' Charlie
thought.
The men behind Charlie began to hoot and holler again, urging Matt
to "Show us her tits!"
Her eyes on Charlie's face, Ann leaned back on Charlie's bosses
chest, then raised her arms, her hands going behind Matt's head,
caressing his neck and hair as Charlie's boss slowly and deliberately
lowered Ann's dress top to show everyone Charlie's wife's gorgeous
tits.
Someone somewhere said it for them all "OH . . . MY . . . GOD!
Look
at that world class set of hooters!" There was nothing but
reverence
in his voice.
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