The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 03

" I suspect your husband is going to have awful blue balls tonight. Are you prepared to take care of him when the time comes?"

"Well, I was more than prepared to take care of you for the rest of the evening." She said as her fingers squeezed the erection in my trousers. With two women on your arm and both of them so sensual, hubby figured you for players. I think he's right about the one he's with but she doesn't play without you, does she?"

"You would have to ask her yourself. I think she has more of a leash on me than I on her"

"Now, that is interesting and what a delightful game that could be" she purred.

The song ended at that point and we worked our way back to the table. Only Sarah and Joy's husband were there. I learned his name was Ralph. We had been out on the floor for probably 20 minutes or more.

"Where is Marylyn?"

"I sent her away for a while to dance with some men at another table and I see your trousers are still buckled up. Thank you, ma'am, for returning the merchandise."

Joy gave her welcomes with an amused smile on her face.

"He is a delightful man and turned out to be quite excited to dance with me. I know I pressed on him more than I should but he seems to have stood up to it well enough."

The double entendres were not missed. Sarah just soaked it in beaming with a broad grin. We both sat down at the table as Ralph rose to excuse himself to the men's room. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that Ralph was really three sheets to the wind and most likely would not have been up to the task was Sarah willing to give him a piece tonight.

"I'm going to call him a cab in a bit and send him on home. He can't handle the intoxicating aroma of attractive women in blue dresses."

"Joy, that is quite alright. I allowed him certain liberties just for the memories" Sarah replied and laughed uproariously with Joy joining in. She excused herself and approached her returning husband and directed him to the cabs outside, giving him cab fare for whatever journey he was to take. She then returned to join us. I tossed out a comment.

"Joy, that's an interesting relationship."

"Indeed it is. He does what I want , when I want it and how I want it. I do him as I please but, I love the oaf and he loves me. He just gets off on certain things." She smiled and said "I'll whip his ass tomorrow and make him feel good."

That perked Sarah up quickly. "I'd like to watch that! David, would you ever let me do that to you?"

That was followed by another round of laughter. She was getting a bit sauced herself but it was her night and for her anything goes I guess.

"Of course I would as long as you kiss it well afterwards."

"Oh David, you already know I'll do more than that!"

For an odd reason, I thought of Marylyn at that moment and began looking around. Sarah leaned over and whispered to me, loud enough for Joy to hear.

"David, Honey, I told my little kitty that she had to have one satisfying experience tonight before she could come back to the table. Remember, she isn't yours until we get back to the house."

I didn't quite know how to take that and I'm sure Joy didn't so I shrugged and nodded. Marylyn was clearly not on the dance floor or at a table so my guess she was doing what Sarah had requested. This was turning into a surprising relationship very fast.

Another man came over to the table and asked Joy to dance and off they went. I grabbed Sarah's hand and we took the floor.

"Sarah, you have to tell me what is going on. I'm not sure I approve of what you have her doing. In fact I'm pretty sure I don't, at least not outside the crazy goings on of this weekend. I'm letting you pull your strings but don't you think this is over the top?"

She buried her face into my neck and licked my ear. Jesus, I felt like I was on a Twilight Zone episode.

"David, remember that I thought she was a submissive. Now I know it beyond any doubt. Our girls talk covered a lot of things, David, including how she could have ever been caught up in all this. Her buttons and switches were pushed and started and I doubt they can just be turned off and on as you please. Maybe they can. I don't know but I'm finding out. If you want me to stop, I will and I'll tell her to be little Miss Obedient Wifey. Yet, I don't think you know what you have with her. She has a deep BDSM streak in her that the bastard awakened somehow. Before you ask, I know she hates him and never got off with him at all. She got off with the others because she was being taken. That's what you are going to do later this evening, David. You are going to take her like a whore and I'm going to join in when the time is right. This is the weekend where everything goes, right?"

"To a point, Sarah. If it crosses the threshold where I can't handle it, I'll let you know. Running off to have a 'satisfying' experience is just about there."

"Hmmm but not there. Don't worry, Dear, that is all I am having her do with anybody else tonight. I wonder if the younger college boy got her Hmm, we shall see... and speaking of the little temptress, here she comes now."

I watched as Marylyn returned to the table taking a seat and politely shaking her head no to the young man who followed her back in. She pulled a compact out and brushed her hair quickly and lifting her gaze to the dance floor, saw Sarah and I. I smiled and waved and she did likewise as Sarah continued her teasing with the tongue. When the song ended, we returned to our table and as we scooted in, Sarah told Marylyn to show her just as she instructed. Marylyn immediately French kissed Sarah and swirled their tongues together. Breaking the kiss, Sarah spoke.

"You naughty girl, you let a man do it in your mouth and with your husband here too."

She laughed and Marylyn looked up at me meekly.

"That's OK, my little kitty, I told him of our game so don't worry, you are still mine. You do still want to be mine, little kitty?"

Marylyn looked at me and then at Sarah and said "Yes, Miss Sarah."

"For how long?"

"As long as you want me."

At this point, Joy returned with the gentleman who had been occupying her for the last several minutes and they joined us at our table.

"Hello again. This handsome man here is Andy and he has been a gentleman 75% of the time this evening."

Sarah looked him over and smirked.

"OK, so he's batting 250. What gives" followed by that laugh again.

The whole table chuckled at that and Joy continued.

"Listen, Andy says he has a standing invite to a private party at the Sheraton tonight that is supposed to be really wild, one of those all nighters. Free booze and a band plus they have some rooms reserved for those that need it, well, those that want it too, of course. We are thinking of walking over. It's actually just around the corner."

My mind just perked up several notches and being the one with the lowest alcohol level at this point, I think I was the only one of the three of us that was putting some things together. I shot a look at Marylyn and she was just buzzed out on the tequila from her margaritas. Sarah was listening to and watching both Joy and this new fellow, Andy.

I was thinking back to the scene of the original crime, the Sheraton. The bastard had mentioned the Sheraton and a party tonight on his phone call before Lady Justice cancelled his invite. A wild party, booze, all night ... at the same place. It was too much of a coincidence yet I also knew that on a Saturday night in town, there might be a dozen such parties at any number of hotels down here.

I watched our new man, Andy a bit. His eyes would shift from Joy to Sarah and Marylyn taking in the cleavage and their feminine beauty. Any man would but he continued even with Joy at his side who by the way was seriously buzzed. He hardly acknowledged me which was a warning. I mean he joined my fucking table, not Joy's.

"Yeah, I know some of the guys hosting it. It's all on the up and up, you know. We're all adults so, yeah, it gets wild but if stuff is going on that some don't wanna mix with, then they do their own thing. It's all cool. If you get too tanked, I know a couple of them have reserved a few rooms to crash in, or party if that's your thing."

"What do you say, David? Take a walk on that wild side for a bit? We can skip the band tonight and do that another time."

Sarah was for it. I'm guessing the thumb drive conversation didn't register with her or she is too loaded to take note of it. Then, there is Joy. If this is a bad deal, then she could be seriously taken advantage of in her condition. I had no way of knowing so I stuck my neck out.

"All right, but one more dance before we go. Come on Sarah."

Sarah whispered in Marylyn's ear and they both smiled. Andy walked Joy on the floor and I did the same with Sarah. I purposefully put some distance between us and them.

"Sarah, I don't think you are that bombed. I need you to listen to me."

"I'm listening, sweet man, and you are right, I'm not that smashed. I picked up on more than you think although I know Marylyn didn't. If I told that tequila kitty to take her clothes off right now, she would. That's what I'm trying to show you tonight."

"Yeah, well, OK, but you need to know. I'm guessing this is the same crowd that your prickless husband was talking about on the video this afternoon. You remember, you watched it right?"

"Of course and I was wanting to get a look at the debauchery without being debauched, know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know what you mean but that might be easier said than done. A roofie to me and I'm out leaving you ladies completely vulnerable. I think we should take Joy under our wing and stiff Mr. Andy at the bar, dump him. Otherwise she is likely to get used bad, maybe worse if it's the same party I'm thinking about. Look, I'll get Joy on the floor and out the door and get her to Antoine's. You and Marylyn sucker Andy with your feminine charms and ditch him. Sound OK?"

She whispered 'yup' and we ended the dance. We did as planned and I got Joy on the floor before telling her she was going to party with us for the evening. She was drunk enough as it was but also fucking horny for me. One squeeze of 'biggie' and she was in. We slipped off the floor and out the side before heading up the walk to Antoine's.

The two of us hit the bar and were enjoying a bit of a rest which was hard to do because Joy's ass was just itching to 'swing' on the floor. Somehow I kept her contained for about 20 minutes before I lost out and had to hit it with her. I kept looking for the girls but they hadn't shown up. After 3 dances, I was starting to get a bit concerned. We had been here almost 40 minutes and there was no sign of them. Finally there they were two hotties in blue dresses, milfs, well one of them anyway. I breathed a sigh and led Joy back to our table and waved them over.

OK, so now I was one man at a table of three beautiful women. Life is hard so I relaxed and had a glass of Chardonnay. The view was wonderful. After a respite, I danced with Marylyn, the first of the evening. Playing along with the game, I asked Sarah's permission first which Joy thought to be uproariously funny.

"You are asking your wife for permission to dance with her, what did you call her, your little kitty? Mr. David, you are just like my Ralph hahahahahaha."

Sarah burst into giggles almost choking on her drink. Marylyn just clutched my arm and I kind of stood there not saying anything as Sarah was referred to as my wife.

"Oh I make him do that all the time now. He is such a good man."

The two ladies were roaring while I escorted my wife, Marylyn, to the floor. It was a slower number so we could dance close and talk. She held me close and kissed me on the neck as she glanced at the table almost like she was seeking approval.

"Are you OK with what is happening tonight, Marylyn?"

"Yes, David, I am happy with anything that makes you and Sarah happy. I sincerely mean that."

"And this game that Sarah is playing?"

"Oh no, honey, it is not a game to her or to me. When she says I am her little kitty tonight, she means it. Sarah and I talked a long time this afternoon. We hugged and cried and laughed and she showed something about me that I didn't realize, why I gave into what I did even though I hated who I was with. Do we need to talk about this tonight? I will if you want. I'll do anything you tell me to do but I'd prefer to do this later, OK?"

I was a good bit conflicted but I relinquished.

"Of course, we will talk about it later. So, in the meantime, you are our little kitty?"

"No, honey, I am Sarah's little obedient kitty and only hers. Those are the rules she has insisted I follow tonight. She has seen fit to allow me certain liberties with you though."

She squeezed my cock through the trousers and gently bit me on the earlobe.

"I watched Joy groping your package, David. Did you enjoy that?"

"She didn't find it soft." Her chuckle was soft and refreshing. It reminded me of our more innocent times and I felt a short pang of regret. She dismissed that quickly.

"Good, my husband never disappoints any woman... Do I feel good for you tonight, my husband?"

"Very much but the song has ended and I must return the little kitty to her owner, I suppose."

"Yes, you must but I don't see her there now. Did she tell you my rules for the evening?"

"No, she has not."

"I am to ask her permission and I am do everything she tells me to, regardless of my feelings on the matter and she stressed this, nor your feelings. I was uncomfortable with that given our circumstances but she assured me she would have your approval for everything."

"I agreed to her for this evening. We shall see about tomorrow. There have been a lot of changes in our lives lately but we shall not talk any further on that. I shall return you."

"That is OK, David. If she is not there, I am to sit at the bar with my drink and wait for her to return. I am sure there will be men to refresh it. I hope you do not mind but that is what I am to do."

I went along with it and watched her take one of the few empty seats at the bar. She crossed her legs and in no time was joined by a couple of men at the ready for a refresh. Sarah's game was dangerous for controlling the libido. She had been drinking tequila most of the night yet seemed to be in some control, as long as the men didn't start giving her shots. Then, all bets would be off and I might have to intervene.

"Hello, stranger."

Joy tapped my shoulder and then gave me a pleasant hug.

"Your wife has decided that other men are more interesting tonight so she is dancing with a couple of them and chasing shots at their table. And I see that her kitty girl has attracted some wolves of her own."

She was looking at the bar and watching a couple of the men getting very friendly with Marylyn. Masculine hands were on the thigh and on the lower back with a clear line of sight to an erect nipple that under different circumstances would be ripe for plucking.

"Ohhh she is gonna get fucked tonight" Joy purred while rubbing my belly.

I was thinking the same thing but I promised I would not interfere. I trusted Sarah to keep things under control but she was off doing shots with a table of men. This might not be good but Joy then whispered to me.

"Don't worry, big boy. Your wife is drinking watered shots. She already talked to the bartender and they have been bringing her basically colored water for most of the time she has been over there. She asked me to tell you not to worry, that she can control drunken horny men 6 days a week and she hopes this isn't the 7th Ha! In the meantime, I'm to let her kitty girl know to join her at their table. That leaves you and me, handsome. Get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"Remember that leash?"

"Oh do I. I'm hoping she'll let me tug hard on it before the night is over although you might have competition from the table she's at. I've danced with all of them and one fellow seems pliable enough to me. Now her kitty girl, I'm guessing that if you play your cards right, your wife will let you tap that piece of ass nicely."

"Do you? You think I should go for it?

"Well, you came in a party of three down at that club and I'm guessing that's what she has in mind when she gets you home. That's why I'm keeping my options open with Mr. Pliable there. I like them submissive you know. Not too much but kinda like you, you know? Masculine as hell but pliable and willing to please!!"

That was interesting. I had not seen myself as submissive in that sense. Maybe there was some other "sense" I didn't realize. I parked that thought for the time being and turned my thoughts back to Marylyn. I wasn't comfortable with a man rubbing her nipple through the neckline of her dress but that was clearly what he was doing and Marylyn had closed her eyes in response and with a clear shot sitting next to her, I knew what was up.

"You better hurry or the little kitty is going to start taking her clothes off right there."

Joy scooted off to the bar and mingled with the small group at Marylyn's perch. I probably should not have trusted any of them but for whatever the reason, I trusted Ms. Stanhope to keep her wits while also enjoying herself. I switched to soda water & lemon and acquired a Camacho Corojo from the bar's humidor. Antoine's has an upper level veranda that allows diner's and patron's to enjoy a good smoke and have a drink while watching the activities below. I thought I should have come up here to begin with. It was quieter and had a great view of everything on the floor. I lit the cigar and settled into one of the comfortable chaises, observing the crowd below. This was great. I could watch Marylyn and Joy at the bar with their hands on admirers. Joy was taking her time moving my wife back to Sarah, instead seeming to enjoy all the man-attention.

Sarah had left her table and I spotted her slow dancing with one of the men she was with. He was older than us, maybe middle fifties, attractive, appearing fit. They looked good together but then, she was looking at me and not him. She caught my observations and gave me just a hint of a sly smile. The man's hands were not on her ass but just at the beginning of her bum. Ms. Stanhope is most definitely a cock tease. She looked up at me again and pointed to Marylyn and Joy, pointed back at herself and gave me a thumb up. So, she had things under control. That seems to be a consistent pattern and away from the fog of the noise and music and women and other distractions, I started to think on the events of the day and before.

It was a cacophony of opposing emotions and activities. I had spent months preparing myself for Marylyn's slip from reality and John's harsh intervention. When it finally occurred early yesterday evening, it was as if I had been transposed into another reality. It was hard to understand. The emasculation of Roger Morgan and the submission of Marylyn beginning with the package and its letter combined with Sarah Stanhope's utterly successful seduction of me created my own David's Wonderland. The intrigue of old man Stanhope's involvement and the certainty of Sarah's deeper knowledge of circumstances just fueled my overly curious mind. My brain toyed with John's involvement, the Friday crew of characters, and knowledge of the cameras and then I jumped ahead to the intense sexual surrender of myself and Sarah to passions I had no clue of just days earlier.

Now, my wife sits at a crowed bar, her lithe body barely hidden by a soft blue fabric, completely engaged by gathering wolves who in stark terms have only her feminine treasures in mind and how they might partake of her pleasure. I've seen it before. We all have. Women being hit on at a bar but this one was doing it at another's bidding.

The soft touch at my shoulder brought my thoughts back to the present and I glanced up at a pleasant looking woman smiling at me from the side of my chaise.