"Just open those thighs a little more again sugar," whispered one man, "Things got a little spoilt there."
Harry watched his wife oblige.
Again with the crucial bit of the scene blocked from his view Harry could only watch Anna's forearm and see the expression of her face. True, like the others he could see the display of leg and panties and was able to watch the heaving of her chest that pushed her nipples forward and caused the crease of her cleavage to widen then close Also he felt somewhat guilty that all this was making his cock very hard and giving him a perverted thrill.
His heart beat quickened when he saw the man seated at her other side start to stroke her stockings, stopping just short of the three inches of bare flesh at the top of her leg.
"That's it Anna, enjoy the excitement," he told her.
Was it this or something else that made her suddenly let out a soft yell and her eyes open wide? Her arm too was busier, going a little faster, and working as little harder. The men had stopped joking and now seemed quieter and more serious. Harry kept hearing little gasps and whistles and exclamations of the sort usually uttered by people watching sex films.
Suddenly Harry saw the other man let his hand drift right up to Anna's panties and gently commence to rub the swollen mound. He had to try and stand again but was pulled down.
"Hey, Jed, move over a little so Harry can see too!"
Jed did as he was bid to reveal that Anna's hand was now wrapped around an exposed and very stiff cock – she was busy masturbating the man but that was not the only shock Harry witnessed. No longer was her hand being forcibly held in place. The man had withdrawn his penis from his pants and after starting her off had relaxed his grip to let her set her own rhythm. His hand was hardly touching her but she had not protested or snatched her arm away. And on her face was a little shy smile that was followed by one of her little giggles.
Anna, on hearing the man say Harry wanted to watch had taken it to be a sign of his approval and was now quite happy to please the men.
Several minutes passed by with everyone enjoying the show. The guy stroking Anna's legs bunched her skirt high letting the others watch as his fingers went from her upper thigh down to her knee then up to the mound. Sometimes he ran his hands over her belly and Harry knew he was soon going to be tempted to delve down inside her panties. Events put paid to that idea as the cock she was holding stiffened and the audience yelled out knowing soon it was about to erupt. Anna was urged not to stop and with great embarrassment she tried to look away but curiosity got the better of her and with cheeks burning red she peeped at the cock she was masturbating. When it did shoot its sticky liquid out she was heard to give out a long sigh and moan before the shouts of the men drowned out her voice.
With laughter and great joy all around the attentions of the other occupants of the club were drawn to the group.
"Say, you guys, the manager has asked me to tell you to cool it!" said the waiter, who had witnessed the last few seconds of fun.
Behind him the manager himself spoke out, "Over the top a little men! Why don't you all go over into the corner then you don't cause me to loose my license!"
Harry, still reeling from his wife's willing behaviour wondered why these hard men did not argue with the man but instead did as they were bid.
"Come on Harry!" urged the man next to him pulling him up from his seat "Can't argue with the boss-man!"
Looking for a chance to tell Anna that they should now take the opportunity to scram double quick, Harry, with dismay saw his wife being led into the dark corner of the room. He was sure he saw her smile and giggle as a man joked with her seeming happy to follow him. Within a minute Harry was being sat into a chair at the edge of a large semi-circular cubicle that had room for them all with extra chairs around the front. Anna had been taken away to the dance floor and he could only watch as she jived away with her two partners.
She was happy and content – and that fact filled Harry with despair and anger. She had just been forced to wank off a stranger and had her pussy played with in front of a watching audience and she should be upset and desperate to get away. That, at least is how Harry thought it ought to be – shouldn't she be ashamed that she had to perform this right in front of her husband too? Had not their little sex games gone over the top?
Anna twirled and made her skirt billow up showing her pants and stocking tops, just as she usually did when out to tease. She showed no distress and in between numbers laughed and chatted to the men letting them kiss her cheeks and hold her around the waist. The others talked amongst themselves then as Harry momentarily withdrew his vigilance deep in thought Anna was suddenly gone.
Panic set in and now not being coaxed to remain in his seat dashed to the door that led to the corridor. He surveyed the area and hoped she was in the ladies room. Hoping she would appear alone he planned to make his escape through the backdoor.
"Your wife's powdering her nose," a voice told him. One of the men she had been dancing with came from the men's room and passed him saying he needed a drink.
Now was his chance and sure enough Anna came out behind a party of very noisy females.
"Quick!" he said as he grabbed her arm, "Let's go out the back way."
He felt resistance and bewildered he stared his wife in the eye.
"Are you not upset and scared after what's just happened?"
Harry detected a disappointed look on his wife's face.
"Do you not want to leave?" he asked incredulously.
"It got a little out of hand but it's OK now. They won't hurt us you know, as long as you don't try to cause any trouble."
She seemed confused as though she was trying to find ways to rationalise the situation and justify reasons why they should stay. Looking sheepishly down at the ground she listened to her husband's pleading and reasoning.
"But you always said you would like it if you saw me with other men. This is why we both enjoyed me teasing...thinking what it may lead up to. Now it's actually happened you have got cold feet and want to go home!"
Harry, stunned and surprised, put one more point forward, "You do realise that if you go and sit with them again they will want you to do more things for them? That's why they have moved into the corner – the manager isn't going to stop them because it was his idea."
"I know," she said quietly.
"Then you don't mind – you want to stay and let them maul you?"
Almost imperceptibly Anna's reply came and left Harry numb.
"It's fun – exciting."
Suddenly as though someone had flicked a switch she brightened up and spoke urgently.
"They will be missing us – let's go back in before they come looking!"
Incredibly she took his hand and hurrying ahead pulled him with her back into the club's lounge. She said she would dance again and pointed him to the group of men who beckoned him to rejoin them. He had no choice but to resume sitting with them and saw his glass had been replenished.
"It's a drink on the house Harry, the waiter's been told to get you anything you want – all night."
After a slight pause the man spoke again, "Your wife enjoys having fun with us. We will have better fun later when the place is quieter – when most of the strangers have gone."
Harry felt his stomach churn wondering what the man's comment implied. The menace in the tone of his voice kept Harry from questioning him further.
"I think maybe you are a little shy to show how much it thrills you watching your wife with other men. It's OK, we have met people like you before – lots of guys like to watch. Just takes a little while before you feel comfortable that's all. Don't worry about showing how much pleasure it gives you, do what comes naturally."
Harry almost laughed out loud at this gangster's attempt to lecture him and play the sex therapist. Cynically he grinned and thanked the guy.
Some of the other men had been away from the table and they returned just as Anna and her dance partner returned.
"Glad to see you still here Harry!" said one making the others smile.
As they shuffled for their seats a big rough bearded man announced he needed a breather.
"I could do with a little air," he said, then as he looked at Anna suggested, "Why don't you come out back with me and keep me company for a few minutes?"
Harry was very conscious of the knowing glances and smirks exchanged by the others. Surely his wife had noticed too and would turn down the offer.
Her little giggle told him she was going to oblige the man and sure enough she stood waiting for him to lead the way. Harry knew by the way her cheeks flushed and how she averted his gaze that she certainly was aware that the man had lewd intentions. Nevertheless he watched open mouthed as she willingly went with him out of the room.
It was a long four or five minutes that followed and Harry's nerves were on edge. The pictures that came into his mind made him feel sick and his hands shook. The remaining men mostly ignored him as they talked away but just occasionally told him not to worry. Harry couldn't decide whether they were making fun of him or if they were genuinely trying to calm him down. When one of the men went to the bar then disappeared through the same door Harry's great distress was evident.
"Harry," said one man softly after a lull in the conversation, "Why don't you go and watch what's going on. Go and join them then maybe you'll feel better. Don't spoil things though."
He could feel all eyes on him as they waited for his response. Shaking like a leaf he tried not to rush as he made his way to the door then once in the corridor hurried to find the exit. It was a fire door that led into a small courtyard and like one would expect was used for storage. A couple of people stood around near the opening but ignored Harry as he stepped out into the yard. For a minute he couldn't see anyone then from behind a stack of crates he heard a low moan.
Resisting the urge to rush forward he stealthily crept around the stacks. He didn't want to be seen because now he could observe Anna and see just what she was prepared to do when she thought she was free from him. The poor man's heart pounded and his mouth was dry as more moans reached his ears just as he was about to peer around the corner.
The scene before him stopped his breath. Anna was stood side on to the big man who was leaning against the wall of the courtyard. He was very busy kneading her breasts which by now were out of their harness while her top and bra straps were off her shoulders. Anna's was busy too – her hand was wrapped around a very thick and hard shaft. Harry saw her wrist moving his foreskin slowly up and down.
Astounding though it was that didn't complete the scene that met his eyes. Behind his wife was the other man who, as he lazily smoked a cigarette had his other hand between Anna's legs. Her skirt was folded around her waist and even the skin of her belly above her panties was visible. Her hips, whether by accident or design moved in little circles against the man's probing fingers
The predominant fact in Harry's mind was that all this was unhurried and slow. It was all being done for pure mutual sexual pleasure. She was not being forced or coerced – it was not an act of flustered instant gratification done before she was likely to beg them to stop. It was being done slowly and they were taking their time. Harry actually heard them calmly speaking to each other. Though the sounds that made the most impact on Harry was Anna's little whimpers and giggles that preceded her moans of sexual delight.
Listening he heard the big man tell Anna how nice her tits felt and what a fine woman she was. The woman lapped it all up and giggled as she thanked him. The smoker had now finished his cigarette so having both hands free he held Anna while his fingers slipped inside the top of her panties and delved down the front to find her slit. Harry watched mesmerised as his wife merely responded by giggling yet again then let out a little feeble "ooh!"
"Come on baby finish me off!" said the big man.
The watching husband saw a large hand take hold of his wife around the back of her neck and pull her face down toward his cock.
"No it can't be – she isn't going to do it surely!" Harry whispered to himself.
But she did and he just watched helplessly. He heard gurgles and moans and the slurping sounds almost made him feel disgusted knowing his wife's mouth was sucking on this musty shaft. A yell and loud groan told Harry the man had 'cum' – but Anna's face stayed put and he could see she was still sucking.
The man behind still had his hand inside her panties and as she stood Harry saw the sticky liquid on her cheeks and chin just visible in the half light of the yard. Expecting her now to cry or protest or even run away through a fit of conscience Harry saw and her just giggle in her girlish way.
He was lost in his despair and taken by surprise when the big man was almost upon him.
"Harry!" he shouted, "Didn't know you were watching – go and join them!"
Shocked now he had been discovered Harry stepped toward his wife and the groping man. The big man, now with lust satisfied went on his way back into the club.
It almost felt surreal as husband stood before wife in the yard. The guy still had his hand in her knickers but she cared not.
"How long have you been standing there?" she asked calmly and nonchalantly.
"All the time," he answered, hoping to shame her.
It did not cause her any distress and she smiled and laughed a little as her hips moved involuntarily due to the movement of the man's fingers in her pussy. With her distinctive shy and coy manner she proceeded to wipe some of the jism from her face.
"Can I borrow your handkerchief?" she asked of her husband, "It's got everywhere!"
Harry found his hand meekly obeying as he pulled the square of cloth from his pocket and handed it to Anna. There was a short awkward silence before the man's voice broke through the night air.
"Say Harry!" he began, "That was good to watch eh? Why don't you step nearer and let me watch her do you now?"
"Well," uttered Anna shyly smiling all over her sperm stained face, "He might not want me to – not here."
She addressed the man but it was a question to her husband. Harry could not believe she had done such a thing! Was this really happening or was it a weird dream – was this really the woman he had married? Here he was, stood listening to her speaking so calmly having a conversation while a man had his fingers deep inside her and she was happily stood with her tits hanging out and her clothes bunched around her waist!
"Come on, I'd love to watch you suck cock again!" said the man.
"Oh...OK...I suppose I will then!" said Anna resigning herself to the man's request.
Without further ado she unzipped her husbands fly while he stood dumbfounded taking it all in.
Soon he was in the strange situation of standing in the backyard of a club being masturbated by his wife while another man played inside her knickers.
Nature took over, he felt his cock start to rise and stiffen. Anna noticed too and squeaked her approval. She kissed him and he tasted the salty cum from her previous efforts – it caused his penis to stiffen even more! He watched how her tits bounced up and down and saw her delighted face smiling at him.
"I told you it would be fun!" she whispered in his ear before she sank down in front of him.
His penis slipped into her mouth and she greedily sucked on him. This is how the other man enjoyed her – this is what he watched her do to him. She loved the way her pussy was being played with at the same time because Harry could tell that she did.
"Fucking hell!" hissed the other man.
Harry saw him almost ripping her panties down and his heart skipped a beat as the man then lifted his wife's backside high in the air. When Harry heard the sound of a zip he realised he was about to watch Anna be fucked from behind by a stranger. Would she now call a halt and say this is enough? Would he, her husband just stand there and watch this man fuck his wife right in front of him?
Anna yelped when she felt the man's dick but then just sucked harder. Harry thought he must now be inside her because his hips bucked against her. Should he stop it now? Perhaps just this once it would be interesting and exciting to watch how his wife responds to another man fucking her. He felt her suck with more enthusiasm so she liked what she was experiencing. Almost unconsciously Harry's hands fell to hold his wife in place, supporting her and balancing her as she jerked back and forth. Helping to her keep her mouth wrapped around his cock he watched and listened to her enjoying the other man's penis inside her cunt.
The man slapped her arse twice and Harry, shocked, waited for his wife's protest.
"Oh yeah!" he heard her say as she momentarily took his dick from her mouth.
She liked that too, and Harry just held on to her as he watched the man repeat the action.
Tried as he may Harry couldn't hold back his rising sperm for long. With a feeling of embarrassment and guilt he gave in to Anna's lips and the erotic sight before his eyes. His wife drank his juice with a thirst like she had never had before. She begged her husband, even though he was spent to hold her tight and in place so not to loose the pleasure of the thrusting cock behind her. She was very vocal for the last few minutes of her shafting and at last the man exploded inside her.
No longer was there any evidence of shyness and as their passion subsided, Anna turned and happily licked the man clean.
Silently they moved back indoors and as Anna excused herself by the door to the ladies room the men smartened them selves up and went back into the club.
"Do you want to go home now?" was the only thing Harry thought to say.
"Not really, not just yet," his wife told him.
The one thing that scared Harry now was that he knew his wife didn't like to be left unsatisfied after sex. He knew she was still aroused and if they had been home and he was exhausted then this would be the time she would bring herself off with dildo or fingers. Whatever she would do tonight didn't bare thinking about.
For another hour he watched his wife dance as though nothing abnormal had happened then sit and chat happily to any man or men who cared to talk to her. Sipping on her drink and once again sounding like a giggling shy housewife she would accept with equal polite delight invitations to dance or to go and sit in a more private dark corner.
Whether the request came from one man or two she would say the same, "Oh...go on then!" before either walking to the dance floor or sitting away from the others and allowing her clothing to be undone and performing favours.
Harry was 'made' to circulate by the other men but observed from a distance. Once when he was near her table his wife asked him if he was OK just as she was about to delve into a dark recess with two men. Minutes later he got to see her with legs spread wide and knickers off sucking one cock while she used her hand on the other.
That time she didn't see the point of dressing because two others stood by waiting their turn. Anna was heard to giggle and sigh as one of the new men made a bee-line for her tits and sucked on her nipples. Several men just preferred to watch and Anna clearly didn't give a damn.
Suddenly Harry was more aware of the quietness. No longer were their many voices talking at once or invasive music playing in the background. Most had gone and now the bar had closed the manager came to join them with two of his 'heavies.'