Chapter 4

Ian and Katie had both come to terms with the unexpected consequences of the photo shoots. Their day to day lives carried on in much the same way and sex between them was good, yet mention of Katie’s ‘orgy’ still caused tension with Katie going on the defensive.

It was true that she answered questions her husband asked but she did that using as few words as possible. She’d admit to taking part in acts she couldn’t possibly deny and she would confirm obvious facts, for instance; yes, the men were very well endowed, yes, she allowed anal sex while another man was using her mouth to enjoy his sexual pleasure. But of course Ian knew all this already, from watching the film footage. What the man really wanted was for his wife not to talk about the footage he had seen which showed her behaving in a most extreme wanton way - and telling the men she could handle and satisfy any number of cocks that might penetrate any orifice. He wanted her to talk about her liking for rough sex and indeed, which particular rough acts turned her on the most. He wanted her to talk about her extreme cravings, her kinks, tell him if she’d always harboured such thoughts.

However, she’d never say which man or sexual act gave her the most pleasure - or admit to how many orgasms she enjoyed, with who and while performing which act. No extra detail was given away, it was as though she wanted Ian to believe that she had allowed her body to be used without fully participating, which of course he knew wasn’t true.

Though they had talked about the possibility of arranging another session, Ian knew Katie really wanted the whole episode to fade into the background and be forgotten about. It was clear that now weeks had passed there was little chance of Katie showing any enthusiasm for a repeat performance - unless he could come up with a good plan - and that would take time.

It was just over two months later when Ian expressed a wish to attend a county wide prize-giving dinner and fund-raiser for those who had given their services to local football and encouragement and training to the next generation of young players. Though it was quite a distance from home Ian didn’t mind driving and being unable to have a drink.

Now Katie knew she’d be bored to death having to sit through speeches and listen to football banter but she knew her husband had always been keen on the sport.

‘Can’t you just go with your mates?’ she had asked, in an effort to avoid going.

‘Well the ones who have shown an interest are taking their wives - it’s not a footballer’s booze-up, it’s a formal dinner. There’ll be some sort of disco and dancing later I believe.’

Katie did her own phoning around finding out which other wives intended going; the two that were considering attending hadn’t yet made their minds up.

So it turned out that on the night Ian and Katie were one of only two couples attending the venue and due to Ian explaining that he might be held up and setting off late the two couples travelled in their own cars.

‘Better this way, we don’t need to feel obliged to stay to the end - I’m hardly interested in disco dancing with my knee! Nothing to stop you dancing though is there?’ Ian tried to sound as though he was being pragmatic.

Katie was proved correct - the speeches were drawn out and full of boring anecdotes and even Ian found them tedious. It was a small blessing that she had the other wife to chat to at the dinner table.

‘Ian told me that everyone would be bringing their wives but there are a lot of guys that have come in groups,’ she told her friend.

‘Maybe that’s a good thing - we might be asked for a dance by some of them - saves us looking like pathetic abandoned wallflowers dancing around our handbags - my husband won’t dance.’

And that’s exactly how the evening progressed. While Ian chatted at the table with the other husband the two wives actually did finish up dancing alone; until that is, two men strode across the floor and indicated they’d like to dance with the two ladies. Katie and her friend found them very presentable and were happy to pair off with them, dancing to the usual party songs.

After fifteen minutes Ian smiled to himself as he watched Katie getting into the mood, her breasts bouncing as she danced to Jeff Beck’s ‘Hi Ho Silver Lining’ His cock twitched when he noticed her dance partner’s eyes were constantly staring at Katie’s tits, the outline of her big nipples visible through her bodice from the constant friction, as they rubbed against the material of her dress. By now Katie had downed a few glasses of wine and looked to be in a flirty mood, as did the other wife.

When the tempo of the music changed to slow smoochy ballads the two women continued to dance with their male partners.

‘They’re dancing very close to their new men friends,’ Ian’s mate observed, ‘Bet they’re glad they came now!’

‘Yeah, they’re having a good time,’ Ian replied, ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m okay with it.’

‘I’ve no problem,’ the other man was quick to point out, ‘Seeing other men flirt with her reminds me I’m lucky to have married a woman other men find attractive - probably some guys envy me,’ he added, laughing out loud.

‘I guess we have something in common,’ Ian told him.

It was a few minutes later when both couples were standing in a group that one of the men walked across to Ian’s table.

‘I wonder if you’d mind us buying your wives a drink at the bar. We’ve really enjoyed ourselves dancing with them so in a way of saying thank you we’d like to treat them to a drink - can I get you both a drink sent over too?’

Ian looked at his mate who happily joked that he’d never normally turn down a free drink but he was driving, then he signalled his consent for the man to spend time at the bar with his wife.

‘I’m driving too unfortunately,’ Ian said, ‘But it’s fine, no problem.’

‘Tell you what,’ Ian’s pal said laughing, ‘As we can’t take up your offer, you can buy our wives two drinks each and save us some money!’

The man laughed too. ‘I can certainly do that - doubles if they want them. But you do realise we’ll insist they stay in our company until they’ve finished both drinks. Might take a while if we buy them doubles!’

‘Well, if we decide we’ve waited long enough, and it’s time to go home,’ Ian’s pal quipped, ‘We’ll just come over and drain the glasses ourselves!’

‘Fair enough!’ said the man chuckling as he walked away.

Both men became a little subdued, watching their wives toddle off to the bar with the two men.

‘It’s like watching your wife being led astray - about to be unfaithful!’ Ian’s pal said.

‘At least we get to watch how that might develop,’ Ian replied.

Keeping his eyes on the bar Ian wanted to see Katie’s reaction to her man friend. He felt a thrill when she slid her bum up on a stool and her dress hitched up; a further thrill when the man bought her what seemed to be a large gin and tonic instead of the white wine she’d been drinking. He knew the choice would have been Katie’s and after a few glasses of wine knew how it would lift her spirits; or more accurately, her libido!

‘The guy was true to his word,’ the pal said, ‘Doubles and more to follow - my wife will be half pissed.’

‘And what effect will that have on her?’ Ian asked.

‘I’m about to find out. I’ve never watched her take drinks from another guy - it could make her feel quite frisky!’

‘You’d better get ready to go and intervene if she gets too flirty and friendly - forgets you’re here!’ Ian suggested.

‘I wouldn’t learn anything if I did that - anyway it might give me a buzz!’