The first mistake I made was cheating on my wife. The second was doing it with someone who would confess to every minute detail as soon as she was confronted. But there's nothing I can do to change the past, so now I face my punishment.
Gail didn't want a divorce. We still love each other. She just wanted to make me see what it felt like to be cheated on ... only worse. She had arranged to have a guy she used to date come to our house and fuck her while I watched.
Most men, even the cheaters, would be humiliated to see their wife getting screwed right in front of them. To others it would be no punishment at all; they like seeing their wives get poked by other men. Although it was never a fantasy for me, if I'm being honest, it did kind of excite me when she told me. She obviously sensed that, and added, "And you're going to
help
, not just watch."
"What do you mean
help
?" I asked.
"You'll see. Your punishment is to do anything and everything I tell you to do. Clear?"
I just nodded; she wasn't really asking; she was telling.
***
Saturday night rolled around, and Gail and I waited for her "date" to show up. She was dressed in a navy blue skirt and white button front blouse. She wore a bra and panties as well. I had expected her to wear something sexy, maybe even be naked when her lover arrived, but instead it was me who was nearly naked. I wore only a tight pair of Speedo-like briefs that she had brought home for me.
The doorbell rang and she told me to answer it. I opened the door and saw not one, but two men standing there. They smiled when they saw how I was dressed, and the tall one said, "You must be the victim."
I announced them to Gail in a questioning voice. "
Two
gentlemen to see you?"
She sat in the easy chair, legs crossed, grinning at me. "I seem to recall that you fucked Miss Grove twice. I thought we'd save time by getting my two payback fuckings out of the way at the same time. You don't have a problem with that do you?"
"Of course not," I answered obediently.
"Get my friends a drink, and then make them comfortable," she told me. I got one a scotch and the other a gin and tonic.
By "comfortable" my wife meant to undress them. They didn't help a bit. I undid every button and zipper. I neatly folded their clothes as I took then off, laying them on a chair. When I finally slid off their shorts, I saw that they were semi-erect. Both had average size dicks, about the same thickness as mine. Tom's was a little longer though.
Gail apparently noticed me looking, and told me, "Yes, sweetie, take a good look at the dicks that are going to be filling your wife's cunt in a little while."
Now, I've never been homophobic, but I've never been
attracted
to men, either. But I'd also never stood that close to a naked man being told to check out his cock. I was a little surprised that I was more curious than repulsed.
Gail then said that she wanted everything nice and clean, and told me what I was to do.
A couple minutes later, I returned with a pan of warm water, a bar of soap, and some towels. I knelt by the pan, and Bill stepped up first.
I lathered the soap in my hands, and then began to wash his semi-soft dick. But it wasn't semi-soft for long. As I stroked my hand over his meat, it grew quickly. I had never had a cock in my hands before (except my own), and again I was surprised that it didn't repulse me. In fact, I kind of got into getting him going, hearing his sighs and moans as I stroked his now hard meat with both hands, and gently washed his balls as well. Satisfied that he was clean, I rinsed him off and gently toweled him dry. Then I did the same to Tom. By the time I was done, my dick wanted to rip through the briefs I wore.
With his stiff boner right in my face, I almost wanted Gail to tell me to take it in my mouth. Apparently, deep down, I was a lot more curious about cocks than I ever realized.
Interrupting my thoughts of being
forced
to suck a cock, Gail stood up, and said, "Time for my friends to see what they've come for."
She had me stand behind her, and take off her blouse and skirt. Then I unhooked her bra, and set her lovely tits free. She had me cup them with my hands, bulging the nipples out so that Tom and Bill could each suck one of the dark mounds of tender flesh. I knew she could feel my hard-on pressed into her ass, but she just ignored it. Then she had me roll her panties down over her round ass and shapely legs. The three of them were now standing there naked. The guy's cocks stiff as bats, and her pubic hair glistening with her pussy juice.
She sat back down and slid toward the edge of the easy chair. She lifted her legs up onto the arms, spreading them wide. "Show them what they're going to get tonight," she told me. "Spread my pussy lips for them."
I leaned over across the chair, and gently pulled her pussy lips apart with my fingers. The wet, pink folds within were puffy with her excitement. I moved my fingers upward, and holding her lips back I used my thumbs to get her clit to bulge out into view.
"Come around here and give my pussy a big farewell kiss," she told me.
On my knees between her legs I covered her wet pussy with my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her cunt-hole, and she pushed my head away, with stern, "I said a kiss. That's all!"
She motioned for Bill to come near, pushing me from between her legs. "Guide his fat cock into my pussy," she commanded.