"Are you still angry with me?" Jenny asked the next morning.
"I certainly am." I replied.
"So what does that mean for us?" she asked.
"It means that you had your fun without me while you were away, and so I want to have some fun to even things up."
"You want to have sex with another woman?"
"I didn't say that. I said I wanted to have some fun. In the past my fun has been in exposing you and sharing you with others, but it's also been your choice, and your decision. What I want now is three nights of fun for me. That will mean sharing you with others, but on my terms, my way, ok?"
"If that's what you want."
So there it was, agreed. I was to have three nights of fun, at my wife's expense, in retribution for her shagging the three men while she was away in Scotland. Now all I had to do was decide what, when, and who with.
Jenny asked every day whether I had decided anything, and I kept telling her no, although it wasn't quite true. I had been thinking about things a lot, and decided on the what, but not the when and the who.
I had decided that I was going to use Jenny for my pleasure in three ways. I was going to take her dogging, and have her used by whoever was there on the night. I was going to take her to an adult club I'd heard of for a greedy girls night, and finally I was going to arrange for some of my work colleagues to have the chance to see her naked, shag her, and finish my punishment of her.
The following Friday I told Jenny that we were going out for a meal, and that she should dress to impress, but also to allow easy access for flashing and sharing her body should I decide that I wanted to play. Jenny certainly did dress to impress. She chose a very flirty outfit for the evening, a wrap over style blouse that tied with a bow at one side, and was quite low cut and opaque, but sheer enough so she couldn't wear a bra with it. She was also wearing a short skirt that had five buttons down the front, hold up stockings, and a lovely little white lace thong.
When she sat down and leaned forward the blouse would open just enough for a glimpse of the curve of her breasts if you were standing, and the length of her skirt meant that a glimpse of stocking top was never too far away.
I left Jenny finishing her makeup and went to get the car out. While I was there I put the other items I'd need later that night into the car - a pair of handcuffs, ankle cuffs, spreader bar, and a blindfold.
Jenny joined me in the car, and as she sat down I got my first flash of her stocking tops. I was going to enjoy tonight, and had no doubt that Jenny would get some pleasure along the way too.
I drove us to a small town about twenty miles from our home, and we went to a little Italian restaurant for dinner, where I knew all the waiting staff were men. Jenny certainly caught the eye of the waiters when we entered as the outline of her braless boobs was visible through the opaque top, and her skirt barely covered her stocking tops.
When we sat down at our table her stocking tops were clearly showing, and after the waiter left us with the menu's I told her to pull her skirt up a little so that she was showing a flash of thigh above the stocking tops for when the waiter came back.
When our waiter returned to take our order he stood alongside Jenny, and had a good look at her legs. While we were waiting for our starter to arrive four men sat down at the table nearest to us, and they soon noticed Jenny's stockings and we could hear them commenting on the view.
