Learning my Lesson

By Smittie

One thing I should know is that you shouldn't be mad if you step in your own shit. It is a hard lesson but a valuable one. To tell this story I will have to take you back several months or even years so you will be able to understand it. I put myself in this box and I really can't blame anyone but myself. In the beginning, there was a hard drinking Frat party animal. At one of those famous frat parties he met a good-looking babe. She was hot. Shoulder length straight hair, golden tan, perfect skin, and a body that made you think playmate of the month. Her name was Gwen. She partied hard right along with us. She had a wild streak you could expect anything from dirty dancing with her girlfriends to hut tubing topless with all the guys. We hooked up and started dating. What a wild college life we had. I ended up marrying her. We got our diplomas and I went on to Grad school. Soon there were babies and a three bedroom house in the burbs. I was busy making money and she was happy being a PTA soccer mom. The Mini skirts turned into slacks. The Halter tops became sweaters, and we were lucky to get in a weekend date without the kids. Sounds pretty typical. I whined a lot about how I wish we still had the good ole days. But to be honest sex in a car sounded down right uncomfortable. Gwen kept her looks and her figure but now the all over tan was shaped like a conservative one-piece speedo. Then I suffered from a terminal case of Anal Cranyitus. I decided the Grass was greener down at work. The new executive assistant was a hot little hard bodied blonde. Dumber than a rock but she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. You guessed it. I got caught. It doesn't matter how, I just did. I found myself sitting at an empty table in my kitchen reading a letter from my wife. She and the kids were spending the summer with Grandma so she could figure out what to do. And please don't call. The blonde wasn't worth it. Not even close. I should have stuck to whacking off in the shower. That was the worst summer of my life. I did try to call but Grandma was stern and I never got to talk to Gwen. I did talk to the kids some but I kept my mouth shut. It was pretty obvious they didn't know anything. I came home late one day and found a large manila envelope on the messy kitchen table. On top of it was a letter from my wife. It said." Dear Greg, You know what you did was wrong. In many ways I love you very much and so do the kids but you hurt me badly. I just can't forget what happened. One way or another I need closure. In the envelope are two things. One is a video tape. The other is a completed application for a divorce. If you want to try staying married watch the tape and follow the instructions. If after you see it or if you don't love me anymore just sign the application and mail it. Gwen" Needless to say I was sitting there with tears running down my face. Wow. In a way I had hope in another I was worried as to what was on the tape. I know my wife was sweet and had always been faithful bur there was a day that she could party with the best of them. With shaking hands I decided to watch the tape. I put it in the VCR. It came up as a tape from a local club called the Beanery. It was the kind of place we would have hung out when we were both in college. It was a commercial tape used for advertisement or a low budget TV program. It walked through the Bar and introduced you to the MC who narrated the tape and announced the nightly contest. The contest was called Lady In Red. The MC proceeded to walk through the club and talk to some of the patrons and mostly to the contestants. All of them of course were dressed in red. You guessed it, Gwen was there. She was hot. My dick got hard just looking at my wife on the tape. She was wearing a nice red dress. It was not to tight or to short but it was almost backless and her cleavage was there for all to see. Her tan was perfect and even. She flirted with the MC. She smiled and talked to the Camera. One of the things she said was "It is to bad my Husband can't see this." The guy patted her shoulder and joked with her about being here with out the hubby and then went on to the next girl. 10 long minutes of Tape later the show started. It began as kind of a fashion show. The girls all strutted down the walkway flirting and prancing. They were all wearing Red. Gwen was 4th to take the walk. She wasn't the oldest or the youngest but damn she sure looked to be the prettiest to me. Her outfit was perfect. With the red cocktail dress she had on Red filmy hose and red spike ankle strap heels. They looked at least 5 inches tall. I was burning up with jealousy. But I was also rock hard. I almost whipped out my dick right there. Even her nails were red. Her hair was up in an elegant, wispy hairstyle. As she got close to the Cameras her prominent nipples could be plainly seen through her red satin dress. The hoots and hollers from the Bar were very loud attesting to the pleasure she was giving to the crowd of horny men. I was so pissed off I was pacing and screaming at the TV. Of course it was useless. I after all, I had gotten myself into this mess. The memories of the little blonde assistant were burning me to the core now. Payback was a bitch. As the rest of the fashion show went on I sat and pondered my own stupidity. My wife was a completely faithful wife until I had cheated on her. I had hurt her and myself. It was hard to take but she had the right to show me how it felt. The hardest thing for me to understand was the conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was jealous and humiliated by my wife flirting and flaunting for a room full of strangers. On the other hand, I was more turned on than I had remembered in years and in a warped way proud that my wife was so sexy. After much partying and some drinking contests the next part was ready. The women were coming out and dancing around the dance floor in swimwear. They were red of course. The first couple of girls were wearing Bikinis. The next one was a really sexy one-piece thong. Gwen came out and started her dance. She was wearing a cute but somewhat modest two-piece suit. The top was a stretchy red tank top showing her tummy and the bottom was a boy cut bottom. She was still wearing her sexy hi heels and Gold jewelry. Her ass looked wonderful in the tight little shorts but the other girls had shown lots more. Just then Gwen stopped in the middle of the dance floor and hooked her thumbs under the bottom hem of her top. She smiled and strutted and lifted her top over her head slowly. Under the tank she had on the smallest bikini top I had ever seen. The strings held a pair of triangles that weren't much bigger than Gwen's nipples. I caught myself coming out of my chair again and sat back down to watch. The room went wild. Next came the tight boy shorts. She wiggled and shimmied as she pushed down her shorts all the way to the ankles. Her ass was pointed at the camera and the string thong back disappeared between the tanned cheeks of her ass. You could see a red package between the hollow in her legs that barely concealed her pussy. She kicked her bottoms off and went back to dancing. The modified strip tease went over big and the noise was from the patrons was deafening. Gwen worked the rail of the dance floor like a cheap stripper. She rubbed her ass on the rail and bent over to show her cleavage to the guys. A few of them even copped cheap feels. The song ended and the cheers went on for minutes. As the next girl came out I had to sit and try to relax. My pants were now stretched taught over my rock hard throbbing cock. Another round of time fillers happened and then the MC got out on the dance floor to announce the final part of Lady in Red night. It was Lingerie. I was having trouble relating to my sweet wife dancing in a Bar filled with strangers in revealing lingerie but I knew deep down I deserved it. They again came out one at a time and danced. I was waiting with great anticipation for Gwen to start. Finally she came out in a slinky red see through robe with red feathers around the collar. The ever-present red stiletto heels still graced her feet. The song was slow and sensuous. She took off the robe and set it on a stool. Beneath it she was wearing a red satin Cami and a tiny almost transparent thong. The cami was so tight that when the camera zoomed in her nipples were plain to see. Gwen lifted the cami carefully over her head always keeping covered with an arm or her hands. She slipped carefully back into the see through robe and dropped her Cami seductively to the floor. She continued to dance but now her tits were easy to see right through the robe. I couldn't stand it anymore and got my dick out and began to pull it. It was so hard I was actually in pain. Gwen then slipped the panties down off her hips under the robe and then let them drop to the floor. She continued to dance slowly to the music and instead of raucous shouting the Bar was in total silence. She leaned on the stool and let the Robe drop open almost all the way to her crotch. The v between her legs was barely obscured by the feather hem of the robe. The center was open between her breasts all the way to her hand that was holding it closed just above her spread legs. Her rock hard nipples must have held the part covering her breasts from sliding open. She continued to undulate to the music with the small of her back on the stool and her back arched and head thrown back. She stood quickly and slipped her arms inside the robe. It spun till it covered her from throat to calves in front with the opening in back. Looking closely, all could tell she was completely nude. Her full body could be seen through the sheer material. She again leaned over the stool this time on her front. The robe fell open completely. Her legs were crossed and her magnificent ass was jutting out. She was nude with the robe hanging from the stool her head was thrown back and the way she was laying you couldn't see any of her charms except that luscious ass sticking up in the air. I could have sworn she was having an Orgasm to the beat of the music the way she was moving. As the song ended Gwen magically put the Robe back on and the room exploded in thunderous applause. I just sat there with huge gobs of cum soaking into my shirt. As I sat there and recovered the blood flow to my brain I again was struck with feelings of intense betrayal and humiliation. After whining to myself a few minutes I considered the fact that all Gwen had done was flirt and Tease and I had been caught with my dick buried to the root down a Secretaries throat. While I pondered this quandary the phone rang. On the phone was my wife Gwen. I could here a raucous crowd in the Background. She asked me if I had watched the Tape. I told her yes. I hope you have a sense of how much you hurt me now. I said of course I did and asked her to forgive me and come home. She told me if I listened very closely and did exactly what I was told she would be home in just a few hours. I told her again how sorry I was and please let this end now. She said to me. " I gave up my parties for a Minivan. I gave up my trips to the clubs for dirty diapers and the PTA. I gave up my friends for a husband that hangs out with his buddies for power lunches and Golf Tournaments. I gave up my passion and variety for an asshole that drops his trousers for the first Bimbo to wink at him. No I am not done and I will come home on my terms or by god I will file those papers myself." I was quietly crying but I knew everything she said was true. She went on and said. " I know we have become pretty routine but you know something I was willing to do anything you wanted. Anything. All you had to do was ask. Now it's my turn." I told Gwen I would do anything she needed me to do to get her back. I was told to go to the Master Bedroom walk in closet and read the note found there. I was to do everything exactly as I was told or she would be gone. If I didn't follow the instructions the next phone call would be a Lawyer. I went to the closet. Sitting in the aisle was a kitchen chair. It was one of the old stout ones from the back office. In front of it sitting on an old table was the 13" portable TV. The note told me to take off all of my cloths. She was very specific about all of them. Then I was to turn on the TV. I was not to change the Channel or move it or undo any cables. I was to take the hand cuffs found in the drawer under the TV and cuff my hands behind my back around the back of the chair. The note ended there. I looked at the TV. It had been hooked up to cable and another set of feeds was coming in under the door too. It was tuned into a lame Public access channel. I got completely stark ass naked and got a pair of very real handcuffs out of the little drawer under the TV. I settled in and flipped a steel cuff over one wrist. I then reached behind me and around the back of the chair and flipped the other cuff onto my wrist. It was embarrassing but I figured I could always just stand up. I wasn't actually secured to the chair. I sat and dreamed up every kind of scenario that I could and deep down I dreaded all that could happen tonight. After about 20 minutes of some lame geezer talking about UFO's and crap the show finally changed. I had guessed this part. It was the Beanery. They must produce a weekly show and run it on Public access. It was the same MC, with the same stupid banter about the hot stuff coming tonight. This time it was a good old fashioned Wet T-shirt night as well as a Wild Banana contest that he said would be graded on speed creativity and artistry. The group of women were brought out on stage and sure enough my sweet Gwen was right in the middle. She was wearing a ribbed cotton tank top cut off just under her breasts. And the bottom half of the shirt was sitting on her hips like a short mini skirt. Even sitting there nude I could feel myself starting to respond. When it was Gwen's turn she stepped into the little paddler pool and kneeled as the guy that bought the rights for 50 bucks poured pitchers of Ice water over her. He was about to grab a feel but the big black body guard stopped him. As he sat down she began to work the crowd. The little skirt soon became a belt and her thong was tiny. It tied on her hips and was just a string covering her ass. Next she slowly ripped her top up from the hem all the way to the top. The water stuck it to her nipples. As the song ended she whipped off her top and showed the whole bar full of men her tits. The guys loved it and I realized I was going to have bruised wrists from pulling on the handcuffs. The next contest began with out the girls even changing. They came out in their wet T-shirts and to music rolled a condom down on a banana. Basically it looked like a virtual hand job on stage one of them even sucked the banana before she rolled down the condom. Gwen came out with her T-shirt tied between her breasts and went to the bowl and chose what must have been the biggest and straightest banana. She went slowly back to the center of the stage and her music came on. It was slow sensuous music. She slowly faded to her knees. As she did so her hands and the banana stayed at the same level. She was now staring at it in her hand about six inches from her face. As one hand held it the other began to slowly stroke it. It began too rise as the holding hand slowly rotated. I swear if you half closed your eyes you could see the banana as a huge cock hanging from a guy. As the banana finally went up to about what an erection would Gwen looked up above it and slowly flicked the tip with her tongue. It twitched with excitement. Gwen lowered her mouth over the head and began slowly taking it in and out of her mouth. As the member became slick with spit Gwen produced the condom from the hip of her thong. She tore it open with her teeth and extracted it from the package. All the while holding the banana in an erect state. Looking at her unknown imaginary lover she slowly slid her mouth back down on the Banana. It went way down her throat. As she pulled off the banana was incased in the condom. She had installed it with her teeth. The crowd went nuts. I was sure my beautiful Gwen was going to win this contest. My dick was twitching but I was still cuffed to the chair. At that instant Gwen walked through the door into the closet. I was caught there with a major case of blue balls buck naked cuffed to a chair. She was wearing a very short very tight white mini-dress with heels. She quickly straddled me and I could feel her hot bare pussy rubbing my cock. I almost came right there. Gwen smelled of Beer and cigarettes so I know she just came from the Bar. The show must have been taped and run after the show. Gwen said to me" So it looks like little Greggy liked the show." I turned crimson and said nothing. Again Gwen said. "Well lover we aren't done yet. I don't know how many times you banged that little slut but I think it is my turn." At that she got off my lap and reached into a bag sitting in a corner. Using a bunch of old leather belts she must have gotten from a thrift store she attached me firmly to the chair. My elbows, and my thighs, and my ankles. Before she did my legs she grabbed my stiff cock and dragged me to the edge of the chair. My knees were splayed out as far as they could go. Gwen dropped to her knees right in front of me and did a repeat of the blowjob she gave the banana. Again I could feel my cum boiling in my balls. As I was about to shoot her mouth full I felt cold steel being wrapped around the base of my cock behind my nuts. It was another set of Handcuffs. Gwen ratcheted them closed around my cock and balls. They were very tight. My member stuck out lewdly and was as hard as I had ever seen it. I knew it was know impossible to loose this erection. All the blood was trapped in my cock and scrotum. I begged her to let me go. She just giggled and from her little handbag produced her thong panties she had been wearing on the tape. They were still moist. She kissed me hard and deep and as I relaxed she pulled away and stuffed them in my mouth. From my tie rack she pulled off an old tie and quickly secured the panties into my mouth. She stood back and smiled. Gwen turned and changed the channel on the TV. I was looking at an image of my own living room. On my couch sat the MC from the club and beside him the giant black bouncer. They were drinking my beer and talking and laughing. Gwen said to me. " It is my turn now. Don't worry I will save my pussy for you dear. But the black guy is so cute I just might have to let him fuck me in the ass." Anal is something Gwen will do only reluctantly so I was surprised and shocked. Of course there was nothing I could do but watch. Gwen gave my dick a swat and left the room giggling. Seconds later Gwen appeared on the Monitor carrying a drink. She sat down between the men and they talked in low voices. Both guys had their hands all over my sweet wife. Gwen got up and walked to the Stereo. As she approached I realized the camera must be concealed close to my Entertainment system as Gwen was walking straight to the camera. Gwen winked at me and blew me a kiss while her back was to her audience. The music started and Gwen began to dance. All she was wearing was a dress and shoes so it was a pretty short strip tease. My wife was dancing very suggestively and being very provocative. She gave each guy a slow grinding lap dance. Gwen dropped to her knees in front of the black bouncer and unzipped his fly with her teeth. As she did so she was watching the MC and undoing his pants with her hand. Gwen pulled out both of their cocks and gave them both slow hand jobs. The MC had a pretty normal sized dick but the bouncer had a black monster of a cock. Gwen pulled a condom out of her purse and again ripped it open with her teeth. She repeated her banana trick on the bouncer as she continued to stroke the MC. I couldn't believe my sweet PTA wife had swallowed that huge black snake but she had done it right before my eyes. The sight of her face all the way down to the man's balls made me try to cum. Of course the Hundcuff secured around the base of my dick made that impossible. Next she took a tube of lube and coated the condom covered cock. She moved to the other guy and spread his knees to get between them. She got down on her hands and knees with her back arched and her cute ass pointed to the camera. She reached up and pulled his dick down so it stuck straight out between his legs. She went down on him all the way to the balls. The guy rolled his head back and started to huff and puff. Gwen shook her cute little ass and beckoned to the black bouncer that was sitting and watching. He didn't take long to get down on his knees behind her. The view of the camera was somewhat obscured but I could see Gwen reach between her legs and move the greasy cock head to where she wanted it. By the curve of her back I was pretty sure the bouncer had his plumb sized cockhead nestled right on Gwen's tight little ass hole. Gwen stopped sucking the MC and wrapped a hand around his cock. She laid her head on his lap and allowed the bouncer to penetrate her tight asshole. She screamed out in pain and pleasure and urged the black man on. When he was buried to the balls in her tiny hole she again stuffed the MC's dick down her throat. I could see her throat muscles relax and stretch on every stroke. She was drooling and sputtering but she sure wasn't stopping. The men got in a rhythm. As the bouncer stroked he pushed her forward on the MC and so forth from all the way out to all the way in . Gwen was losing muscle control and her legs were shaking. I could tell even on the small TV that she was having an Orgasm. The MC reached out and grabbed her by the hair and forced her all the way down on his cock. He pumped her mouth full and she drak every drop. You could even see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked the cum out of him. The big black man tensed and shouted and shook. When he collapsed you could see the tip of his condom blown up like a creamy water balloon. Gwen slipped her dress on and said her goodbyes as the men were definitely done for the night. I was sitting there in pain. My nuts had tried unsuccessfully to push sperm out of me three times. All with out being touched. My arms and legs burned from being bound to the chair. My slut wife came into the closet. She put a foot up on my thigh and rubbed her soaking wet pussy on my nose. She sank down in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. As she kissed me all over the face she taunted me with vivid descriptions of her behavior. Her hips were rocking and her pussy lips were soaking my painfully erect manhood. I could smell the sperm of another man on her breath as she talked to me. Finally she slowly slid her pussy lips down over my cock. She rode me hard. Again and again my body tried to release my stored up cum. Again and again the harsh steel prevented it. I thought I would die from the pleasure and pain combined. Gwen finally reached to the table and produced a key. Maintaining her pace and pausing for only a minute, as she experienced her third or fourth climax, she reached between us, leaned way back bending my tortured cock, and popped open the cuff around the base of my manhood. I exploded. I saw stars and felt wave after wave of unbelievably intense pleasure. I must have blacked out. As I awoke Gwen was still sitting on me and smiling. She looked me in the eyee and said. " Lover you have two choices. First I can leave and call your friend Ryan to come untie you. If I choose that you will be in contact with my lawyer. Or if you choose the second you will promise never to touch another woman again and I will untie you know. Nod your head once or twice. Of course I nodded twice. Gwen undid my gag and asked me if I was mad. I said I was a little hurt but I knew I deserved it. I also asked her if we could go to the Beanery next Friday. She just laughed and said she would think about it as she finished untying me. l again its straight to jail understand?" I meekly nodded my head as he shoved me out into the twilight and threw me my dress. I glanced around and quickly dressed. luckily there was no one close to the side door that he had unceremoniously slammed just a minute before. I walked to my car tenderly rubbing my wrists and feeling the growing sticky spot on my back and ass. I stepped into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. there were still red marks at the corners of my mouth and around my wrists. I started the car and picked up my cellphone. "Hello Mall Security may I help you?" came the answer. " Honey don't forget the tape. I don't want your crew to see it ok?" I said " and pick up my panties from your office too please. Bye I love you."