Sally's Cheating Ways
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2002 by Catesby

Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Husband hears of his wife's escapades at a party and tries to discover if she has been unfaithful.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Cheating   Slut Wife  

I have always trusted my wife, not because I thought she would never fool around. I believe that nearly all men and women will stray at some point. I've never been the jealous type. For me trust is about knowing that the other person in your life really loves you, and I've always known how Sally feels about me. Of course, these thoughts had formulated in my mind at a time when I never even considered the possibility that my wife might be unfaithful. It was not until an incident at work last December that I had cause to put my theory to the test, to find out whether I really was capable of jealousy, and to find out whether my wife was capable of infidelity.

I work in a Sales office with four other men and one Friday afternoon we began talking about the upcoming Christmas office party. One of the new guys, Ray, began asking about the two sales co-ordinators in the office, both young women who were barely out of school.

"Do you think they'll be up for a laugh at the office party, then?" he asked the group of us.

"Yeah," I replied. "I think they're all right. Seem okay to talk to."

"I'm not interested in what they've got to say. I want to know if they'll get their tits out and stuff."

There's always been a lot of crude banter in our office, and Ray was the crudest.

"I can't see that happening," said Tony sadly. He was the oldest of us at forty-five, and being recently divorced, the only time he got to see a woman naked these days was at pubs which featured strippers at lunchtime.

"Well, you never know," said Ray. "Hey, Steve. Do you remember when we were at Oakley's a couple of years ago?"

"I was waiting for you to mention that", he replied.

I knew that Steve and Ray had worked together before, but I didn't know it was at Oakleys. This was a telesales company in East London where my wife had once done some temping work. It was actually while she was there that she convinced me to go into telesales myself and quit the boring civil service job I had up to then.

"Ha ha," Ray laughed. "Well, Steve, are you going to tell them what happened or shall I?"

"Go ahead," Steve laughed.

"Okay. So we were at the Christmas party, right. We hadn't hired a function room or anything. Just did it in the office. Everyone started drinking at about midday and by five we were all pretty wasted. Then one of the girls, which one was it?" he asked Steve.

"I don't know, Sally or Jane."

"Probably Sally. She was this right sexy blonde. Legs up to her ass. Only there for a short while. Anyway, she said 'let's liven things up a bit with a competition. So she and the other girls went into the boss' office and photocopied their tits and asses and we had to guess whose was whose."

As Ray carried on talking, I was trying to think rapidly, while continuing to listen to the story. Could it be my Sally he was talking about? It sounded like her from his description. She moved around to a lot of different offices while she was temping and I wasn't sure of the dates she was at Oakleys, but it had to be her, really.

Ray's story was that just one guy, Oliver, matched the photocopies to the girls correctly, and for his prize, he got to kiss all three of them under the mistletoe. Then Ray said to them, that they only had their word for it that Oliver was the only one who got it right, and that they should prove it. In the end two of the three girls stripped off and let the guys examine the evidence. I was about to ask him which of the girls didn't do it, when the district manager, Mr Hives came in the office and asked me for a brief meeting in my private office.

As I sat at my desk listening to Mr Hives, I looked through the window that looked out onto the sales area. Ray was continuing with his story. I wondered if anything else had happened. I wasn't sure if Ray's stories could be trusted but I thought that Steve would probably tell me the truth, so I decided to ask him before the day was out. I hadn't really taken in anything that Mr Hives had said, and when he stood up from his chair I said goodbye to him.

"What do you mean, goodbye? Didn't you hear me? We have to go to Mr Johal's office. He was my biggest client before my promotion, and I want you to meet him. From now on he'll be conducting all his business through you. This could mean a lot of money for you, so don't fuck it up."

When we got to Mr Johal's office he invited us for a liquid lunch at his club, where we spent the rest of the afternoon going over various figures and estimates. I tried to concentrate as best I could, but I kept wondering whether my wife had actually stripped naked in front of other men. I didn't know if she actually did it, or whether she was even working there at the time, but I knew that I was going to find out, one way or another.

As the meeting dragged on I realised that I would have to wait until Monday before I could speak to Steve and find out in more detail what had happened. I didn't want to wait that long, so I decided that I might be able to find out from my wife herself. As soon as I managed to get away from Mr Johal's club, I called Sally at home and asked her to meet me for dinner nearby. I made sure she had a lot of wine to drink during the meal. I knew this would be the best way to loosen her tongue, if I was to force a confession out of her. I had a definite plan in mind, and throughout the evening I did my best to relax her and make her feel good. When we got back home we began to kiss and caress each other on the sofa, as we normally do as a preliminary to making love in the bedroom. I soon had her down to just her bra and panties while I was stripped to my boxer shorts.

As we kissed, I made up a story that I pretended to hear that day about one of the girls at work, telling us what she got up to at her office party last year. I told Sally that this girl usually ended up with her bra and knickers off, and that she said most secretaries did the same at office parties in her experience. I then asked my wife if she thought this sort of thing happened a lot.

"Oh sure," she said. "It's just a laugh, isn't it? And nobody thinks any less of the girl when she comes back after Christmas. It's just one of those things that happen."

"Have you ever done it, then?" I asked.

She hesitated for a moment, only replying after I gave a reassuring smile.

"Well. Just once."

"What happened?"

"Oh, nothing really."

I had a feeling that Sally was just being coy. I suspected that she might actually like to tell me what happened. As I kissed her neck, my hand felt between her legs and reached her panties, which were getting more and more damp.

"Go on. Tell me. The thought of you being a bit saucy with other guys really turns me on," I said pressing my hard on against her thigh as we lay on the sofa.

"It won't bother you, hearing about it?"

I turned her around on the sofa so my erection pulsed against her ass cheeks. This, and the fact that she was no longer facing me, seemed to put an end to her deliberations and she told me her story.

"You know when I was working at Oakleys a couple of years ago? Well, they had the Christmas party in the office and we were all drinking a lot of wine. By about six o'clock there was only five of the sales guys left, plus me and Jane, who was another temp, and Asha, who was the Managers PA. All the guys began talking about football while us girls stood by ourselves. Jane was getting a little bored so she suggested we have a bit of fun with the photocopier.

"We all went in to the Managers office and closed the door behind us. Jane quickly undid her blouse, pulled up her bra and pressed her boobs down against the screen of the machine. When we saw the results we all began giggling and soon me and Asha got our boobs out too. Then suddenly Jane pulled down her knickers, lifted her skirt and sat on the screen. I thought that might be going too far but Asha soon followed and I thought I might as well. The copies showed up really well because Jane had adjusted the settings to make the image clearer."

As Sally was saying this I continued rocking against her, my cock getting harder by the second. I reached around and felt her breasts, while I gently bit against her neck. As I did so, Sally moaned and began to turn towards me. I kept her where she was and asked her to continue.

"Asha was laughing like mad and asked, 'Are we going to leave these around for the guys to see?' and then Jane said 'No, I've got a better idea', and she grabbed all of the copies and ran out into the main office. I quickly ran after her, because I didn't want her to show them to everybody."

"Why not?" I asked. "You've got the best tits I've ever seen in my life. I bet they look great even from a photocopy."

"Actually they did look pretty good, and anyway it was too late to stop her. She ran up to the group of them saying 'Alright lads. Who's up for a competition? You have to guess who these belong to, ' and before I could stop her she had passed them out to the guys."

"How did you feel when they looked at them?"

"Well, embarrassed at first, but I got a little turned on too, especially as I noticed the guys looking at my boobs, and trying to compare them to the images in front of them. The manager, Randall, asked Asha to turn around so he could look at the shape of her ass, and soon they had us all moving around in different positions so they could get a better view of our bodies."

"So what were the rules of the competition?" I asked, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Jane marked each sheet with a letter and each of the guys was made to write down separately which letter matched which body. When they had all finished, Jane collected the answers and came back to me and Asha to check them."

"So who won?"

"This guy Oliver was the only one who got them all right. He said that all the time he'd spent ogling our bodies at work every day had finally paid off."

By this time, my cock was painfully straining against my shorts so I pulled them down and placed my erection firmly between her legs from behind. Sally then pulled down her own panties and grabbed hold of my cock from behind. I let her move it against her pussy lips and could feel her getting wetter and wetter. She moaned softly as my hand left her breast and reached down for her clitoris, which I gently and rhythmically caressed.

"What happened next?"

"I figured that this would be as far as it went, but Oliver asked us what his prize was for getting it right, and Jane said he could give us each a kiss. I hadn't agreed to this, but I didn't want to be a party-pooper so I said nothing."

"So you let him kiss you?"

"Ohh. Keep your fingers there. Ohh yes. Mmmm. Jane kissed him first. She pulled him a few feet away from the others and let him put his tongue into her mouth."

"Was he touching her too?"

"Yes. As he kissed her, he brought his hands up to her breasts and felt them all over."

"Was she enjoying it?"

"Well, she didn't try to stop him. I think it excited her. Her nipples were sticking out of her blouse. Everyone could see them. The other guys were cheering them on. They told him to suck her tits."

"What did he do?"

"He unbuttoned her blouse and tried to pull off her bra, but she wouldn't let him, so he scooped one of her breasts out of the bra and stuck his mouth onto it, and began sucking and licking it, until she managed to push him away."

"Did you think he was going to suck your tits as well?"

"No. I thought I could stop him doing that. I was more worried about something else. When he'd finished kissing Jane, he called Asha over, and while he kissed her he ran his hands over her bottom. I was a bit surprised she didn't make more of an effort to stop him. He was really giving her a good groping and there were half a dozen men watching. We could see his fingers tracing the outline of her knickers. This was when I started to get worried."


"Well. When I ran out from the Manager's office after Jane, I hadn't had time to put my knickers back on. They were still beside the photocopying machine. If he started feeling me up he would know pretty quickly I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt."

My cock was almost bursting by now, so I grabbed hold of it, and easing Sally's legs apart slightly, I shoved it inside her, and began thrusting back and forth against her, building up a rhythm, knowing I was going to come at any minute.

"Oh Sally, oh God. Tell me what happened. What happened when he kissed you?"

"Mmmm, ooohh. That's it, baby. Mmmm, fuck me... When he finished with Asha he beckoned me over, he grabbed me by the hips... oooh... and he... he stuck his tongue down my throat."

"Did you like that?"

"Mmmm, yes... I could feel his cock... it was really hard... and he was pushing it against me... and I felt so turned on... God it makes me horny thinking about it... deeper, fuck me deeper... I never really fancied him, but that somehow made it more exciting... He wasn't very tall, only about my height, and his cock was pressing against the front of my skirt... The thought that his cock was so close to my pussy, mmmm... and that I had no knickers on... it got really wet... Then his hands dropped from my hips and... and he grabbed my ass."

"What did you do?" I asked, my breathing heavy, my senses delirious as I came close to orgasm.

"I pushed him away slightly, and covered my bum with my hands, but then he began squeezing my tits so I had to move my hands away to stop him."

"He felt your tits?" I was so excited at the thought of this, I rammed into her harder and faster, and as I did so her words spilled out in a rush.

"Oh yes... Yes, he felt up my tits... Ooooh... Don't stop fucking me... Oooh, baby... Mmmm... His hands were all over my tits... and he was pulling at my nipples with his fingers, like you are now... Part of me wanted him to carry on but I took my hands away from my bottom and covered my chest to stop him... I think this is what he'd been waiting for... His hands reached around once more and he lifted up my skirt... He knew I had no knickers on and was trying to give the other guys a treat."

"Did you stop him?"

"I tried at first, but it was no use... I kept one hand against my chest, the other holding down my skirt... ooooh... Eventually he grabbed both my hands in one of his, and pulled them away from my body... Then with his other hand he lifted my skirt above my waist, and let them all see my ass, and... ooooh you're going to come aren't you?... and I heard them say what a sexy ass I had and how they'd love to have a feel of it and... go on baby come inside me... and one said he'd like to fuck me... and Oliver pressed his hard on against me... and my pussy was dripping wet and while all this was happening I was still kissing him."

At these words my cock began spurting jets of come inside her. She could no longer speak as I pounded against her until the explosion ended and the throbbing ceased. I kept my still hard cock inside her and rubbed her clitoris, wanting her to reach orgasm herself.

"What happened next?"

"When they saw my ass, Ray said something about how he knew that was mine in the photocopies and that they only had Jane's word for it that Oliver was the only one who had got it right, so they should all be able to check for themselves."

"How? By getting you to strip off?" I asked, kissing her back while I caressed her.

"Mmmm, Tom. Rub me faster. Touch me baby."

While one of my hands was busy rubbing her clitoris, I used the other to squeeze her breasts and pull at her nipples. "Did you get naked in front of them?"

"Ooooh. Ooooh. Yeesss. Ooooh."

"Did you let them fuck you?"

"Ooooh. Yes. They all fucked me. Ohhh. Mmmm."

Suddenly she cried out as her orgasm hit her, the walls of her pussy convulsing against my cock, which was still inside her, her body shaking gently, rapidly until she relaxed and turned to kiss me full on the mouth.

We settled against each other in silence for a while, until I asked her "So you really let them all have you?"

"No, of course not."

"But you said..."

"Yeah, well, at the end there, I wasn't sure what I was saying."

"Okay, tell me now. What happened when Ray asked to see you all naked?"

"Nothing happened. He was an asshole. Everyone just ignored him. Oliver stopped kissing me and I left the office to go home soon after that. We went to Cath and Mike's house that night, remember?"

I didn't remember, but then I didn't know exactly when all this had taken place. I tried to pin her down but she refused to answer any more questions.

"That's one of the reasons why I wouldn't tell you anything like that before. I know you're not jealous, but I wouldn't want to keep answering questions about it afterwards, you know?"

"So other things like that have happened?"

"Maybe," she said with a wicked grin. "If you stop badgering me I might tell you. Some day."

My mind was awash with images of my wife in different situations. I didn't know what things she might have got up to but I was determined to find out. I also wasn't sure about her story of how things ended at the party. Ray had said only two of the girls had stripped off, so maybe Sally had left by then. I would have to wait until Monday before I could ask Steve for more information.

When I awoke the next morning, I was still incredibly excited by what I had heard. She had only admitted to some kissing and fondling, and letting the guys look at her naked ass, but I still thought that maybe more had happened. I woke up with a raging hard-on and immediately began pressing it into Sally from behind, which made her stir. By the time she was fully awake I was inside her, roughly squeezing her tits as I pummelled into her. It didn't take me long to come, and after I'd finished she turned to face me.

"That's quite a wake-up call," she smiled. "You were still thinking about what I told you last night, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was."

"It really did turn you on then, hearing about those guys touching me up."

"I thought it was only one of them who actually touched you."

"That's what I meant."

"But..." I wanted to get to the bottom of it, but the look on her face made me stop. I still planned to get the full story from Steve at work on Monday, so I could afford to bide my time.

We spent the afternoon shopping and then prepared for a party we were going to that evening. When I saw the dress Sally was going to wear, my eyes nearly popped out. It was very short and tight, made of a light thin material, and practically see-through. I could clearly see her bra underneath, and there was a lot of cleavage showing at the front. I could also see her white panties through the dress and when she turned around it was obvious she was wearing a thong.

"You're not wearing that to the party, surely?" I asked.

"What do you mean? I've worn this dress loads of times."

I thought back and realised she was right. It was only now, with my new perspective on things that I was looking at her through the eyes of someone else - a jealous husband. She had worn this dress to several parties before and I hadn't thought about how sexy she must have looked to other men. I suppose I had been taking her for granted to some extent, and I wondered what other things I may have missed, by not paying attention. From now on I was going to start watching my wife more closely.

The party was at Glen and Marie's house. Marie was an old friend of Sally's and I didn't really know her or her husband that well. They had only recently moved back in to the area. The party was soon in full swing, with everybody drinking and dancing and enjoying themselves to the full. I began to notice other men's reactions to my wife. The way they would look at her gorgeous tits while she spoke to them, and then at her lovely firm ass when she walked away. For some reason I had never realised before how much she captivated men with her sexy body and flirtatious ways.

I had never even noticed before how much she did flirt with other men. She has a great sense of humour and always has people laughing and feeling good about themselves, but with men, especially attractive men, she seemed to go a step further. She would mock them, laugh at them, put them down, but all in such a way that made them want to come back for more, and they always did. Throughout the party, all the guys were hovering about her.

After a couple of hours I found myself in the kitchen with Sally and Glen and two other guys who I didn't know. We were all talking generally about different things, and I noticed that Sally kept on leaning forward to adjust the straps on her high heels. Each time she did so she gave the two men in front of her a peek down her blouse. I had the impression this was deliberate, which was confirmed for me when she dropped her cigarette and turned around before picking it up so that we could all see her sexy ass, the hem of her dress rising as she bent over. Someone commented on how great she looked in her dress and Glen asked her if it wasn't the same one she had worn to his wedding. I hadn't been to the wedding myself because it was in Newcastle and I couldn't go because of work commitments.

"Yes, it was," she said. "It was probably a bit of a mistake wearing it, actually."

"Why?" asked the man who'd told her how sexy she looked in it.

"Well, I had to go up there by train, and I was bringing the wedding present with me so I didn't have room for a change of clothing, which meant I had to wear it on the way."

"What happened, did it get messed up?"

"No. I just think that wearing it on a Saturday morning made me look a bit of a tart. At least that's how I got treated on the train."

My heart leapt at these words. What was she going to say next?

"There was a big group of football supporters travelling up to Newcastle and they were being really rowdy. I guess they'd probably started drinking early in the morning. Anyway, I had to pass through a whole gang of them on my way to the toilet. One of them stopped me and said that I looked really sexy, and his mates all agreed. Then as I passed the others they began to touch my bottom. I could feel two or three pairs of hands all groping my ass.

"Then they started up a chorus of 'Get Your Tits Out For The Lads'. They all surrounded me and their hands were all over me. One of them tried to pull down the straps of my dress, so they could have a look at my tits. I managed to stop him but I couldn't do anything about the others groping my boobs and feeling up my bum. It took me absolutely ages to make my way through them to get to the corridor."

As she was telling this story she kept glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I didn't know whether she was making this up to turn me on, or whether it had actually happened, but I just smiled and nodded slightly to encourage her. I found the idea of these other guys hearing the story excited me as well, and I noticed while she was talking they weren't looking at her face. They were looking at her body, probably imagining how it would feel to touch her, like the men on the train had.

"Weren't you scared?" asked Glen.

"Yes. I thought they were going to ruin my dress."

I'm sure the other guys were as astonished by this answer as I was. She wasn't scared that they might rape her or something, just that her dress might be spoiled. Glen asked her to carry on with the story, but she just said that was all that had happened, and that the rest of the journey was uneventful. Soon after this I pulled Sally to one side and asked her if we could leave. I was feeling so horny I wanted to fuck her right away, but she said she had to stay, as it was her friend's party, but that I could go home if I liked, and she would get a lift from someone else.

Soon, everybody began dancing, something that I have never enjoyed much, and the loud music was giving me a headache. For the last day and a half my mind had been in turmoil about the revelations I had discovered and I really needed to clear my head, so I decided to take a drive around for a while, away from all the noise.

When I came back to the house about forty-five minutes later, the front door was wide open, so I walked right in. Most of the lights were now switched off and the music was even louder. I needed to take a piss so I went upstairs to the toilet. When I had finished, I was about to leave when I heard the two guys I didn't know who'd been in the kitchen before. They were standing just outside the toilet door and were talking about my wife.

"Have you danced with her yet?"

"Yeah. She let me feel her tits."

"Me too. I had my hand on her pussy, as well. She is such a slut, man. I reckon we could both get to fuck her, what do you think?"

"Maybe, but the last time I looked in the front room, Glen had his hands all over her ass."

I had heard enough. I wanted to see her for myself. I turned off the light, flushed the toilet and quickly walked past them. It was so dark they probably didn't notice me. I rushed down the stairs and walked into the room where everyone was dancing. After my eyes had adjusted to the dark I managed to spot Sally and Glen. One of his hands was resting on the small of her back, and I could see his fingers lightly drumming against her ass. Soon the light drumming became a circular motion, and I watched, breathing heavily, as he caressed her and she made no move to stop him. He must have been able to have a good feel of her ass, as the material of her dress was so thin and she was only wearing a thong underneath. Despite what I had heard upstairs, the actual fact of seeing this happen was something else. Then suddenly, my surprise gave way to shock as I saw his other hand go up to her breast and squeeze. Again Sally did nothing but gently sway to the music, as he fondled her ass and one of her tits at the same time. I guessed his wife wouldn't have seen them together. Sally had told me that Marie doesn't like dancing and when she's at a party spends her time smoking dope and talking in the kitchen to other women about how useless men are.

This was the first time I had ever seen my wife being touched by another man, and although I had now heard of two previous occasions when it had happened to her, nothing would have prepared me for the thrill of actually seeing it in person. I could hardly breathe as I watched, simultaneously hit by feelings of anger and sexual excitement. When the song ended they separated as if nothing had happened. I quickly moved to the corner of the room, which was shrouded in darkness, so that nobody would notice me.

For the next twenty minutes I watched as she danced with a succession of men, all of whom were getting to grips with her firm, sexy body. I could tell by the way she was laughing that she was very drunk. I don't think she even noticed when one of the men she danced with lifted her dress up about her hips and placed his hands directly on her ass cheeks. By about 1am people began to leave and I saw Marie enter the room and ask Sally where I was.

"Oh, he left. He had a headache, and asked me to get a lift home from someone else."

This brought on a queue of offers from all the single guys who were there.

"Oh no," said Marie. "She's drunk, and I wouldn't want any of you taking advantage of her. I know what you guys are like. Glen, would you mind driving her home? You're not over the limit are you?"

"No, no," he said. "No problem. Wouldn't want any of these wolves taking advantage."

I could hear a few sniggers of derision amongst the general disappointment. They must have known that Glen was quite capable of being a bit of a wolf himself, if his dirty dancing was anything to go by. While nobody was looking I silently made my way out of the house and went back to my car. I reversed so I was quite a way back from their house and waited for Sally and Glen to leave.

I didn't have long to wait, and as Glen drove towards our house I followed at a distance behind. I would have gone a shorter route in order to be back before them, but I suspected that he might park in some secluded area to try to have his way with my wife. He didn't do this however. He parked in our driveway, forcing me to stop my car a few houses behind my own. I quickly got out and stealthily walked closer to his car. I expected him to try something on now, but to my surprise he got out and helped Sally, who now seemed to be very drunk, into our house.

She took a long time finding her keys in her bag, and I took advantage of this to sneak around and get in the back door. I hid in the dark in our back room and listened to the two of them come in.

"So," said Glen. "Looks like hubby's not home then."

"I guess he's still driving around."

"Any chance of a nightcap?"

In a few moments I heard the sound of ice clinking in a glass and then some music. I couldn't risk looking into the room, in case they saw me, but it didn't take a genius to work out that they were probably dancing again, and this time completely alone, with nothing to stop them getting as dirty as they liked. I listened, as close to the room as I dared, wishing I could actually see inside. As soon as the song that was playing came to an end, I was sure I could hear a moaning sound coming from Sally. Was he fucking her right here? I couldn't take it any more. I had to see what was going on.

I walked out of the back door and headed round to the front. I thought I might be able to get a peek in the front window at what was going on, hopefully without the neighbours thinking I was a burglar or peeping tom. There was a very small corner of the window, where the view wasn't obstructed and I looked, anticipation boiling up inside me. I could just make out the figure of Glen leaning over Sally, who was lying on the couch. I saw her arms go out towards his and he pulled her to him. The next thing I saw was my wife kneeling on the floor in front of him, and I felt sure she was about to undo his trousers and suck his cock.

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me and I moved away from the window. I saw it was just a young couple walking home and I quickly turned back, only to find that Glen and Sally had disappeared. They must have gone up to the bedroom, I thought. I rushed around to the back door again and quietly made my way upstairs. I could hear voices coming from our bedroom. They were definitely in there. A moment later I heard the sound of Sally's dress being unzipped. Oh my God, I thought, he's going to fuck my wife. I can't let him. I really want to see him do it to her. But I can't. Shit. What am I going to do?

Suddenly, my mind was made up. I quietly walked back downstairs, opened the front door and then slammed it closed, before calling out, "Sally, are you home?"

I watched as Glen came down the stairs, on his own. I expected him to look sheepish, but he was very nonchalant.

"Hi Tom. I put Sally to bed. She's really drunk."

"Oh," I said. "You didn't have to do that. She could have slept on the couch."

"It wasn't any bother. Anyway, better be getting back. Marie will be wanting me to clear up after the party. See you later."

I opened the front door again and watched as the cocky bastard walked out and drove his car away. I then rushed up the stairs and into our bedroom to find Sally fast asleep under the covers. I shook her, gently at first, then more forcefully, as I tried to get her to open her eyes. She just moaned and turned over, pulling the sheet from her body and exposing her completely naked body. I looked at her beautiful bare ass as she turned away from me and was instantly aroused. I knew she wouldn't be awake any time soon, so I took out my cock and masturbated as I thought of what my filthy wife had been doing all night while dancing with those men, and what she would have done just now if I hadn't stopped them. Just as I pumped all my come over her sexy naked ass, I made a decision. If something like this happened again, I would let her go through with it, and I would watch.

The next morning, Sally had a bad hangover and asked where I had been when Glen took her home. I told her I had just been out driving and that I saw Glen when I came back.

"Yeah. He was really sweet. I was so drunk. He tried to lift me up once and I just fell straight to the floor on my knees. It was embarrassing."

"So he put you in bed, then?"

"Yeah. It must have been just before you got in."

"Obviously. So he took off your dress?"

"Well, of course. It would have been ruined if I slept in it."

"Yes. You told us last night how you were scared of the thought of that dress being spoilt."

Sally giggled. "Oh, so you liked that story," she said, reaching for my cock. "I thought it would turn you on."

"Me and the other three guys in the room."

"I never thought you were the jealous type."

"So after Glen took off your dress, he thought he'd better take off your underwear too. Would that get ruined if you slept in it too?"

"Tom. Look, nothing happened, okay. I was asleep by then. He probably just thought he was entitled to a look at my body as a reward for giving me a lift home. He never tried to fuck me."

"Only because I arrived just in time."

"Well, we'll never know, now, I guess."

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