Brandee and I were eating at our favorite restaurant when the next urge came upon us. First, the hot little thing that had seated us had taken a very good look at my wife’s chest. She had on a strapless form fitting top that showed how excellent of a pair she had, and the fact that she didn’t even need a bra. Then the waiter found it extremely hard to take our orders with his tongue hanging out. I teased Brandee over what she was doing to these people and we both gave that same nervous laugh we had a few days earlier that led to our walking in the park so late at night.

We talked about that night while waiting for our food to arrive and I loved the bubbly look she wore on her face. She had obviously had a great time getting molested in front of me like that. And she must have asked me a dozen times since if I had really gotten off on watching her getting felt up by a stranger. There was no doubt in my mind that seeing her enjoying the touch of another man had been the biggest fantasy of my life come true. It was such a turn on knowing that someone else knew how frigging hot of a girl I had on my arm. Knowing that she would never see the guy again made it wholly acceptable to me. How could I complain? I knew how fucking hot my wife was and remembering that first time I got to molest her body had always stuck in my mind as the single biggest thrill of all my sexual conquests.

“So…. you ready for another walk in the park?”

She looked at me and twisted her face slowly until that knowing little smirk of hers crept out. “Why? What have you got in mind?”

I told her I really hadn’t thought about anything, and then asked her what she would love to do for me to watch. She responded that she really didn’t want to do the same exact thing again, or at least not yet. She asked me what would make my cock resemble a flag pole. I had to confess that anything that involved another man’s hands on my wife would do that.

Several ideas were kicked around, and I even threw in that watching her making out with a girl would be really hot. That was brought about because the hostess would check out my wife every time she walked past our table.

“I don’t think so, Dennis. I might not mind seeing you hit on a girl a little, but that’s not really my thing.”

She may have said the words, but I had seen how she looked at other women, especially over my shoulder when I would bring up some porn pictures on my PC. And did I hear that right? Did she just say she would like to be the voyeur watching me?” Hmmm….

We still hadn’t decided what to do to spice up our night even as we headed for the car. But I got an idea as we passed a nightclub style bar while walking. All the men we passed were checking her out like there was no tomorrow. And just as we turned the corner to go down the half block to our car, we passed the associated alley to the bar. It wasn’t really long and it went to a dead end, but it was what I was seeing just past the dumpster that made me take a second look. The top half of a woman was pushing back against the brick wall and looking down towards her feet. I elbowed Brandee and she turned to see what I was looking at. We stopped in our tracks to try to comprehend what we were looking at.

Brandee grabbed my hand and started tugging me into the alley. It was obvious that someone else was there, just out of sight. I told her they wanted their privacy and tugged back, but she quite correctly told me that if privacy was such a big issue that they wouldn’t be screwing around in an alley. Being in total agreement we crept past the point where the dumpster blocked our view and saw a man on his knees. His hands were holding the woman’s skirt up to her waist, and his face buried in her pussy. Her panties hung around one ankle and her eyes had been closed as she enjoyed the man’s effort. At some point though, she opened her eyes and was looking at the two of us. But instead of screaming, she purposely closed her eyes again and let the man have his way with her. Obviously she didn’t mind an audience.

I reached to grab my wife’s ass through her skirt and she snuggled up to me like we were at the movies. I watched her eyes as they stared fixed on the union of the man’s mouth and the woman’s bush. I rubbed my hand over her cheek and could feel my wife’s sexual tension boiling over. It might just be a guess, but I considered it a good bet that my wife was fantasizing about trading places with the other woman. We watched as she was apparently starting to have an orgasm. She grabbed the guy’s head and started rubbing herself hard against his face. When she started going onto her tip toes, she looked directly at us as she made little squealing noises. When she lowered herself back to a flat-footed position, I pulled Brandee from the alley.

The minute we got into the car, she was all over me. Her passion was in overdrive and she wanted to know if my watching her in the park had been that hot. I told her it had been much hotter despite the pedestrian show it had been. It was mostly hot for the reason that it was happening to my wife.

Then with her eyes very glazed over, she said, “I want you to watch me. Whatever you want! I just want to know you’re there watching it happen to me.”

Without saying a word, I knew I had to find a hot situation to put her into. My mind was racing with thought after thought, but nothing was coming together as feasible. Brandee’s bedroom eyes were coming into play and I struggled to find a way to please the two of us. That was when I saw how the power of a woman’s heat could take over.

There were two men walking towards us on the sidewalk. There wasn’t anything special about them that I noticed, but they had all the elements the animal in my wife needed. They were male, and they were there. Brandee turned to me and said, “I’m so fucking hot. I’m sorry honey, but I have to do this.” She leaned over to give me a quick kiss and even before I could question what she was going to do, her door was opening. She walked right over to the men as they got to within ten feet of the front of the car.

I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I half expected her to ask them into the alley. After talking to them a minute, all three of them turned my way as if to see if I was really there. I looked around the street to see that it was all but empty except for the row of cars we were parked in. Then I noticed that both men seemed somewhat jovial with whatever she was saying. That’s when I noticed her body language giving off that ‘pleeeasse’ beg that she was so good at.

One of the men reached over to my wife and pulled her to him for a kiss. A pang of jealousy instantly overcame my emotions, but went away just as fast as I saw her warm her chest right up to his and rested her hands on his chest. The kiss became more intense and the second man took a look my way. I guess when I didn’t get out with a crowbar, he considered it safe to join in. I saw his hand first grab her ass, and when she didn’t show any concern, he slid his hand under her skirt. The first guy was running his hands up under her top and I saw my wife melting.

I took quick notice to make sure there was no one else on the street. The men simply must have put me out of their minds and the next thing I saw was Brandee getting pushed up against the side of the building they had been standing in front of, and her top being pushed over her tits. I would see a quick glance from her now and then as the first guy molested her chest and the second one was delving his hand into her panties. I saw her exaggerated hip movements as she worked her cunt against the man’s hand. Her sultry smile was all I had to see to feel pleased that my lovely wife was getting something she needed so badly. Every time I caught her looking my way I knew all this was really for me, and what she was gaining were fantasies to re-live as we would make love later on.

Her boobs were hanging out and her panties were exposed for anyone driving by to see. And then I saw her take one long look at me before she reached up to pull the first man’s head to her lips. She made a real production out of kissing him as passionately as she could. This despite having been so apologetic for the first time. It was as though she was purposely trying to tug at my jealousy. I had to admit that I was jealous to a point, but what she had made herself a part of was just too erotic to get mad over.

Then one of the men was saying something to her. I saw her shake her head as if to say ‘no’, but he kept asking her. I could see he was trying to talk her into something and she kept refusing. It was easy to see she was losing her will power as the other guy joined in on the prodding. With one last glance at me, her jaw pushed out as she swung her head down and I could tell she had answered affirmatively to whatever they wanted from her.

The men looked around real quick and started physically ushering my wife toward the alley. She was hesitating and forcing them to encourage her, but she certainly wasn’t fighting them. Just as they turned to walk into the alley, one of the guys looked at me and nudged his head for me to follow. I had no idea what they knew about me, but they weren’t acting threatening and I was watching my wife disappear into the shadows, so I got out to follow them.

They escorted her behind the dumpster where we had just watched the other couple getting their freak on. Both men went back to feeling my wife up and one of them insisted her top was coming off. She struggled at that exposure a little; all the while the other guy was pushing her skirt down over her legs. I could tell that getting stripped down to her panties and shoes wasn’t making her too happy, but I was soon understanding that the men were preparing her to do something. I figured at first that they were going to take turns fucking her and we had agreed that no one was allowed to fuck her during over extracurricular events. But as I watched one of them opening his pants, I could just tell they weren’t going that far.

Brandee was being held from behind as the other guy was finishing getting his pants to his knees and I knew this scene well. She was staring at me as if to say she was sorry, and then the guy holding her was coercing her to go to her knees. The other guy stood in front of her face and grabbed her hair to pull her mouth forward.

I watched the sexually charged scene before me as my wife was forced to comply with what she had agreed to do on the street. She would tell me later that their debate had been over whether or not she would give them both blowjobs. I watched as the guy gingerly started fucking himself into my wife’s face. Her hands went to his hips to help protect her from too deep of penetration, but soon she was grabbing at his ass to pull him into her mouth harder. The other guy was dropping his pants as well, and began slowly fisting himself in preparation of his turn at Brandee.

When we were setting up the rules for this activity, we had sort of skipped over whether she was going to suck off any guys, mostly because she wasn’t a big fan of giving head. But in a strange way I was sort of proud that she was taking care of these men after she had so badly victimized them on the street. Besides, every guy likes to think his wife can give great blowjobs, right?

When the guy in her mouth was getting more aggressive with her, I saw her twist her face just enough to look at me with a very tormented face. I guess she was feeling a little past the point she had wanted to go to, but I wasn’t about to stop the guy now. I was a firm believer that if a girl starts to suck you off, she’s made a firm commitment. So, I wasn’t about to help her back out now.

I heard her gurgling a little and getting gagged some, but she wasn’t flailing around or crying, so I watched as her eyes suddenly grew large. It was clear to me that he was cumming in her mouth now. She was being a real trooper and letting him finish with her, but I could see it was a struggle for her to hold still for him. I heard him tell her how fucking good she had been and that got a smile from her even as she turned her head my direction and let his cum drool from her mouth. The next guy was declaring it to be his turn now and was reaching for my wife to lift her face by her chin.

The man held one hand to the back of her head and his cock in his other hand. He was holding just the tip of his cock to her mouth and telling her what to do for him. Her face got very tensed when I saw him push her head down to lick his balls. She really hated licking or sucking balls because of the hair. She did as she was told though and lapped at them, and even sucked on them at his command. By the time he had her go back to his cock, she went at him very enthusiastically.

It was a voyeur’s dream before me. Here my lovely wife was on her knees with another man’s cock in her mouth. Her bare body out in the open air of the city night heightened all of our pleasures. And as if for the control fetish that most men share, she was being coerced into doing a sex act twice that I knew she really didn’t want to be doing at the moment. I think it was the act of her being dominated that was keeping my prick so fucking hard as I watched her. Everything was so erotic and surreal. And when the man told her he was about to cum, I went into seventh heaven as I saw him pull back, and hold her by her jaw. He demanded that she open and aimed the head of his cock to her awaiting mouth. She moaned her disgust at being treated so, but did as she was told. I watched as her reaction of disgust grew with every spurt of cum as it flew into her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on mine, pleading with me to stop him, but I was frozen as I watched my wife was so effectively being put to use.

When the two of them had figured they had gotten from my wife what they needed and she had gotten what she had asked for, they got themselves together and started to leave. On the way by me one of the guys tapped my shoulder and told me I had a hell of a voracious wife and thanked me as if I had something to do with it. I went to Brandee as she started to get her clothes back on. She continued spitting toward the ground sporadically between dressing and looking at me. Brandee looked a little ashamed of herself and didn’t really want to look at me directly, so I went over to put my arm around her as she drew her skirt into position. I wanted to put her at ease, so I came up with something I thought would make her feel better.

“That was really something. You did all that for me?” She looked at me as if I were a sap that truly bought that all she had done was for my benefit. I knew it had been mostly all to satisfy her lust, but she had been honest enough to have done it right in front of me, so I didn’t want to leave her feeling bad over it. Besides, now it was my turn to take advantage of my slutty little wife, and I intended on leaving her bow legged. I took her arm in mine and walked her to our car, and then I held the door open for her. I never usually did that, and I got a raised eyebrow for doing it now.