The Dress and the Erotic Evening

"Jack. He's like Norm on Cheers" Jason said for my benefit. "He's always here and will monitor things for us. I told him we had some pressing business upstairs." And with that he left to go relieve Jack of his "duties".

Chris sighed. "This was by far the best, most interesting, most erotic, and most fun I've ever had since these cameras were installed."

We watched as Carrie dressed and then tongue-kissed Freddy passionately before she left him dazed on the bench. She looked back and winked again at the camera before she made her way out.

"Usually I just get to watch Tony or some other schmuck get a wam-bam-thank you ma'am with a Freddy follow-up. Sometimes a husband or boyfriend come up to watch but none have never felt comfortable with me watching so I go back downstairs... so thanks for that."

We talked some more and I was getting ready to head back down and leave Chris alone with his right hand when Carrie came through the office door.

"The other bartender said you would be up here. Did you both enjoy the show?"

"Actually it was all three of us," Chris blurted but then regretted it.

"Oh, that's why he smiled a lot and was so helpful."

Chris looked up at her. She had her dress on but there was no semblance of neatness. The safety pins were gone and so was the tape. One breast was pretty much exposed. She was holding a cigarette and lighter in one of her hands which she had apparently bummed from Jason.

"He happened to mention that you just broke up with your girlfriend."

"Uh, yes, that's true" Chris stammered.

She looked at me. "Honey, may I?"

"NOW you're asking me?" I laughed.

She immediately kneeled down in front of Chris, unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them to his ankles revealing his rock hard dick.

"I won't subject you to everyone else's cum." She lit her cigarette and performed the same trick she had done on Tony and then went to town licking, sucking and blowing smoke on Chris's dick. After a few seconds she stopped temporarily and turned around and said to me, "I have no problem subjecting you to all that cum since some of it is yours, so get the hell over here."

I hurried over, pulled the dress completely off, the fourth time since it was put on for the wedding, and entered my wife doggy style while she continued to suck Chris's dick. After another minute or so Chris managed grunt out sheepishly, "I really don't mind everyone else's cum."

Carrie looked up, smiled at him, turned 180 degrees barely giving me time to pull out, took a drag of her cigarette and performed the same smoky maneuver on me and then sucked my dick relentlessly with her ass now pointing in Chris's direction. He looked at me.

"Go for it," I said.

Chris entered Carrie sopping pussy. It was one thing to see her fuck another man on a TV screen but quite another to see Chris's cock move in and out of her, live and in living color, a few feet from me. It was what I had dreamed of seeing ever since I listened to her and Jenny that evening many years earlier. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load into her throat and she took it all as she had Freddie's. She then got up, laid down on the floor and pulled Chris onto her, wrapped her legs tightly around him and they fucked missionary style, her black high heeled shoes wrapped tightly around his ass, her red nails of one hand digging into his back with the other clutching the cigarette between her first two fingers with the other two digging into his ass crack, all the while she was kissing him and sucking on his tongue. He increased the pace, tightened his ass and added his deposit to ours.

"Sorry for smoking in your office" she finally said getting out from under Chris. "It's probably illegal and you'll have to call the police."

"I'll let it slide this time."

She got up, walked over to the window, still nude and still in her high heels. She stood there finishing her cigarette, flicking the ashes out the window. She knew she was presenting an image that both Chris and I would fantasize about for years to come. It was a half-length window that looked out onto the street and she got from cheers from a couple guys below as they could see her naked upper body. Jason poked his head into the office.

"Closing time," he announced as couldn't help but stare at Carrie, then at Chris who was sprawled on the floor with his pants at his ankles, his shirt still on and with my wife's juices (and four guy's cum) making his half limp dick glisten. Jason laughed and headed back downstairs.

Carrie finished her cigarette and flicked the butt in the general direction of the guys on the street. She turned back into the room as the guys below booed at her departure from the window.

"Thank you for an interesting but wonderful evening Chris" she said.

She turned to me. "The dress is pretty useless at this point," she observed. I gave her my suit jacket and she put it on and buttoned the two buttons. Somehow she looked even sexier it that than she did in the dress mostly because the coverage was pretty similar. I wadded up the dress and stuffed it in the jacket pocket.

"I think you should send it back to the poor girl in the hospital - as is - cum stains and all," I said laughing at my own joke.

I looked down at Chris. "I'll let everyone know that this is the best bar in town and must visit when they come to the city."

Chris didn't know what to say but smiled as we left him dazed on the floor.

We went downstairs, waved to Jason as the few remaining patrons did a double take at the lady that went upstairs in a dress and came back down obviously naked except a suit jacket with her well-toned legs with high heels protruding below it. It was 2AM and the bars were letting out. We left the bar and had to walk another three blocks to our car. Carrie, as she had since the moment she put on that dress that afternoon, was the object of stares and lustful attention.

When we got back to our hotel room we collapsed in bed but neither of us had had enough. We fucked one more time with more passion and vigor than I can ever remember. Afterwards, I licked more cum stew out of her and kissed her with it. As we lay there before falling asleep I asked, "Remind you of your college days?"

"My God no! That was waaay wilder than any night I've ever had. I've never had more than one man in a night let alone four... and never two at a time."

"Ahhh... that was your first? I'm so honored" I joked.

"You have to promise never to tell a sole...well, I'll have to tell Jenny of course..., but no one else. Promise!! If the kids ever find out through the grapevine when they're older..."

"That their mother is a slut?" I chuckled.

"Why do you think I moved so far away from my college town," she replied.

"Of course I won't" I said earnestly.

"Also," she continued, "don't plan on this EVER happening again. It was a one-time thing."

"OK." This was going to last me a lifetime of fantasies, especially since I planned to e-mail Chris and ask for the recording once we got home.

She continued. "You will again be my one and only from here on out until the day we die. OK?"

"Absolutely!"

We laid there waiting for sleep. Just before I drifted off I heard her say in a barely audible voice, "Although I do still feel sorry for Steve..."