The Advocate
Copyright© 2017 by Dr Cumings
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Three men ply a wife and her husband with alcohol and use her body. One of these men eventually takes control of her and becomes her advocate. From then on she does what ever he tells her to do and the husband accepts the advocates control over them both.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband MaleDom Humiliation Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Male White Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy
To my surprise and Dave’s, Pam excused herself to go to the restroom. Dave pointed it out. Dave and I stood as she stood; she picked up her clutch and confidently, casually made her way to the facilities. I don’t think I have ever been more proud of my wife than at that moment as I, along with many others, watched her bright white ass undulate through the darkened room.
Other than drinks, no one ordered anything, yet before Pam returned an appetizer of some strange concoction arrived at our table. I asked Dave what it was and was told it was impolite to ask such a question in this place.
Whatever it was it was delicious. My wife returned and the waiter held her chair as she sat. Dave and I reseated ourselves.
Before she could ask about the appetizer, I told her about the don’t ask, don’t tell rule to save her any embarrassment.
Then the soup arrived it too was delicious. It was onion based, but wasn’t covered with a layer of cheese like I’ve seen French onion soup have.
Then they served the most magnificent prime rib I have ever had in my life. After the rib the maitre d’ once again whispered in Dave’s ear. Dave turned to Pam and told her to go with him and do whatever he says. She looked a bit frightened but she left with the snooty bastard.
We watched as my wife was taken to several different tables. It looked as though she was being introduced to select men around the room. At first she was rather stiff in her greeting, but eventually she loosened up and became very animated and lighthearted with them despite being naked among them.
One man placed a small box that looked very much like a ring box, but flatter and wider in her hand. It looked as though she was reluctant to take it and tried several times to give it back to her. At one point the maitre d’ forcefully placed the box in her hand, closed her fingers around it and told her to thank the gentleman in a loud enough voice that his broken French accent could be heard clear across the room. Dave shook his head.
She thanked the man and the maitre d’ marched my wife strait back to our table and roughly shoved her into her seat and told Dave. “Don’t bring her back until you have taught her some manners.” And he stomped off.
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