used wife

The bar was packed out, well it was Saturday night. My
wife Polly, a stunning petite redhead of 18 summers,
and I pushed our way through the crowd. We had popped
in for a drink before going to see a show. As we where
passing a booth full of construction workers a guy
tapped my arm and said. 'If you need a seat you can
squeeze in here.'

He stood up to let us in.

I said to Polly, as she sat down, 'I'll get the
drinks.' and went off to the bar.

It must have taken me at least 15 minutes to get the
drinks and when I returned to the booth I expected
Polly to be sitting on the end, or at least one seat in
but she was sitting in the middle of the booth. She had
3 guys either side of her. She looked very flushed and
she was just fastening a button on the front of her
blouse. I was distracted by the guy who had first
stopped us.

He tapped my arm again and pointing to a stool said,
'We found you a seat.'

I sat down directly opposite Polly and as I passed her
a drink I asked her if she was OK. She nodded yes and
gave me a big smile. The lights dimmed and a group
started to play on a small stage. I had to turn
sideways on to Polly to be able to watch. They where
quite good and the lead singer was a very sexy looking
girl in a mini dress with a very low top. She was
showing a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg, so my eyes
where riveted to the stage.

I'd subconsciously noticed that the guys at our table
where coming and going. I really didn't think much of
it, just supposed they were going to the toilet or to
the bar for drinks. It was only when I turned to look
if Polly was OK that I noticed that the seating
arrangement was changed.

I began taking notice of the coming and goings and
glanced around from time to time. It seemed that they
where taking turns sitting next to Polly.

Then one particular song came to a sudden end, it took
the audience by surprise and there was a momentary hush
before the applause started. It was during that hush,
in that split second quietness, that I heard Polly's
moans. Moans that I am used to hearing in the privacy
of our bedroom.

I swung around to look at Polly, in the near darkness
of our booth, I could make out that her blouse was open
and the guy on her right was sucking her tit. The guy
on her left had her knee pulled up and to one side so
that her legs where wide open and he was obviously
finger fucking her and what was even more incredible
was the fact that she was enjoying it and... I had a
terrific hard-on.

I could see that she was 'coming', and from the
expression on her face, it must have been a wonderful
climax for her. I was stunned, confused, mixed up. I
didn't know what to do. Didn't know what I was supposed
to do. A gang of strangers where abusing my wife.
Should I stop them? But she was enjoying it. God, I was
enjoying it.

As she came down from her climax, she saw me watching
her and in panic and embarrassment, she pulled her
blouse closed and pushed at the men until they got up
and let her out and she rushed off to the toilets. I
ran after her and caught up with her in the passageway
to the toilets. I grabbed her and held her to me. She
sobbed into my chest and spoke very quietly. I had to
ask her to repeat it.

'I'm sorry.' she said.'

'Don't be. There's no need to be sorry. I was enjoying
it too.'

'You were?' she asked incredulously.

'Well I didn't know anything was going on for ages, I
only noticed about 2 minutes before you climaxed.
Admittedly I was shocked at first... But then I had the
most wonderful sexual feeling coursing through my body
as I watched you being manhandled by those workmen.'

'And you didn't mind?' she asked.

'I loved it. I was disappointed when you stopped.'

'Oh Harry. I do love you... but I just felt suddenly
wicked. As I got into the booth and sat down, the men
where saying 'Come on sweet thing, sit in the middle.'

Well I couldn't stand up because of the table, so one
guy picked me up onto his knee and slid me onto the
next guys knee and they passed me along like that but
as I sat on each lap, that guy would feel my breasts or
bottom or stick a hand up my skirt and finger my pussy.
It was a terrific turn on. I was passed right to the
far end and back again then back to the middle. By the
time I got there, my bra and panties where missing.'

'I wish that I had seen that, I'd have come in my

She laughed at that and was obviously feeling better.

'We had better leave or we'll miss the show,' I said.

She seemed very disappointed at that.

'Don't you want to see the show?' I asked.

'Would you think I was awful if I stayed here and you
go on your own,' she said coyly, looking up at me like
a helpless little girl.

'Will you be all right her on your own?' I asked.

'Oh yes Darling I will.'

'Will you behave like a slut, if I leave you here?' I
said as my cock was threatening to burst out of my

'I'll behave like a depraved fuckslut.'

That did it, the spunk shot down my leg, leaving me in
a sticky mess. I had never heard Polly swear never mind
say anything like that before.

I went to the Gents and cleaned myself up and then
returned to the bar. The lights where still dim but I
could make out in the gloom that Polly was kissing one
of the guys. So not wanting to spoil her fun, I left
and walked down to the theatre and hung around debating
whether or not to go in. My mind was still racing with
images of Polly being used by the gang of men and I
just had to go back to the bar for another look. I had
been gone for about an hour.

As I entered I couldn't see Polly in the booth. All the
guys were there but where my wife had been sitting
there was an empty place. Just then I noticed her head
bobbing up and down. She was lying on her side on the
seat and sucking one guys cock as another guy was
fucking her from behind. I climaxed again in my pants.
The sight of my lovely wife being fucked was just too
much for me to take.

I once again cleaned myself up in the Gents and when I
returned to the bar, the lights where back on and the
booth where Polly had been, was empty except for 2 of
the guys. I went over to them and asked where Polly

'Well man, that is one cock hungry little slut. We'd
all fucked her and she still wanted more. So the other
guys have taken her to a black club down the block,
she'll get well fucked down there. Hope you don't mind
her getting some black cock?'

They both fell about laughing at that.

'W-what?' was all I could say, as what they had just
told me was taking it's time to sink in to my befuddled

'Oh yeah, she left you a message. Don't wait up for
her, she'll be home tomorrow.'

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3 years ago
Great story even though unrealistic
3 years ago
I disagree Pete - I really liked it!
4 years ago
silly story. i dont like total fantasy