Chapter 1

My name is Evan. I met Mike for the first time at a pub in Wellington. I was drinking with Stan, a mate of mine and Mike just wandered over, introduced himself and asked if he could join us. We invited him to sit at our table and I told him Stan and I were in town for an armed forces conference and looking for a little “action”.

Mike looked to be in his early thirties whilst my friend and I were approaching fifty. We chatted for a while about the various delights Wellington had to offer visiting single guys - well we were both married but our wives had not travelled with us - and he knew the city well enough to enlighten us. He told us he had some top of the line marijuana at home and that we were welcome to join him and his wife Chrissy there to partake before we ventured back into town later.

Stan agreed and we left the pub, hopped into our rental Toyota and followed him out to his nice middle class house in a pleasant little subdivision. Mike invited us in and introduced us to Chrissy. She looks to be in her late twenties, very petite and an absolute stunner in the looks department.

She got us drinks while Mike rolled a nice fat joint. I noticed Stan couldn’t take his eyes off the little woman as she walked around and who could blame him. She was drop dead gorgeous. She was wearing a short black skirt with a white blouse, pantyhose and red slip on shoes. She must have been a little over five feet tall and had dark hair, startling green eyes, smallish tits and a perfect arse.

The more alcohol I had and the more stoned from that wicked weed the hornier I got ‘til I, like Stan, was staring at Mike’s wife’s luscious legs and cute face. Chrissy had noticed and was blushing as a result.

Now I’m a big guy and so is Stan. I’m a lieutenant in the army and Stan is a sergeant in my company. We have similar tastes in women and sex. Mike was tall and skinny. I knew he couldn’t handle either Stan or me in a fight on our own let alone together and my thoughts turned to taking advantage of the situation.

Chrissy and Mike were engaging us in polite conversation. I could see a conspicuous bulge in Stan’s pants and my penis was on the move as well.

Chrissy got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back into the lounge a few minutes later and passed within reach I pulled her into my lap without a word.

She looked shaken and even put up a token struggle but her efforts were to no avail and she never said a word. She looked at Mike for help but he just stood there like a stunned mullet. I was surprised to note a bulge had formed in his trousers as well.

I let her struggle briefly whilst Stan looked on with lustful eyes and then in my sternest army voice said

“Sit still Chrissy!”

She did. She stopped squirming and stared nervously at her husband. She made no sound at all as I put my hand on her thigh just above her knee and moved it slowly up her pantyhose towards her crotch.

I stopped when my fingers were within a couple of inches of her pussy and took a moment to observe her reaction. Her eyes are closed now and she’s breathing rapidly. There’s a deep flush all the way from her chest to her forehead.

I glanced at Mike to see how he’s reacting to seeing his wife manhandled and groped right before his eyes. He’s flushed too but I can’t help noting the bulge in his pants has got even bigger. He looks like he’s feeling totally humiliated but he’s also very aroused whether he’s willing to admit it or not.

I turned my attention back to Chrissy. In my very best parade ground voice, leaving no doubt I expected him to obey, I said

“Mike. Come on over here and remove your wife’s blouse and bra. We want to see her tits”.

Chrissy shook her head and groaned, don’t know if it was arousal or embarrassment, but she didn’t say a word. Stan laughed as Mike came closer.

He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, pulled it out from her skirt and took it off. He was visibly shaking as he tried to release the catch of her bra and finally freed it. Her bra slid slowly down her arms until her breasts were free. I pulled her bra off her arms and tossed it to Stan.

Chrissy had her eyes closed now and the deep red flush on her face has extended down to the top of her tits. And her tits were perfect. Quite small, pert and pure white except for the tiny brownish nipples which are standing up firm and proud.

Her breathing has become rapid as I stare at her chest. I lightly touch my fingertips around the nipple of her right one and she gasped loudly. I began teasing the nipples and her head fell back on my shoulder and she groaned with pleasure. Well I think it was pleasure.

I squeezed one of her nipples lightly at first then harder. She reached out and grabbed my wrist but made no attempt to pull my hand away. She moaned

“No. God. No”.

I picked her up easily and placed her on her feet between my legs. I turned her so she’s facing me and told her to open her eyes. I want to watch her face when I give my next order.

Mike had returned to his chair after removing his wife’s bra. He had been staring in obvious fascination while I teased his wife’s breasts. I didn’t even look at him. I just growled

“Mike. Get back over here and finish stripping your wife. Stan and I want a good look at her cunt and arse before she sucks our cocks”.

Stan leered at Chrissy and smiled wickedly on hearing that.

The poor woman’s legs are like rubber. When I ordered Mike over she almost collapsed. She leaned forward when I told her husband to finish stripping her and one of her hands fell to my chest for support.

Mike scrambles to his feet and squatted down behind his wife. He seems as anxious as Stan and me to see her naked. He pulled down her pantyhose and took off her shoes before undoing her skirt and letting it drop to the carpet.

She was wearing skimpy green panties. You could see the darkness of her pubic hair through the thin material and what appeared to be a wet patch in the gusset.

Mike pulled her panties over her hips, down her legs and off. She stepped out of her skirt and panties without being asked and stood naked staring at the carpet as if she didn’t know where to look.

I told Mike to spin her around so Stan could check her out and he did so immediately. I spent a pleasant moment ogling her lovely arse before getting him to turn her round to face me.

I was totally into this humiliation thing now and another wicked thought occurred to me. I turned to Mike and said

“Strip naked. Stan and I want to see what we’re competing with”

“No” he stammered, “I can’t do that”.

Out came my army voice.

“Do it now or it’ll be you sucking our cocks not Chrissy”.

He turned scarlet with embarrassment before slowly removing his shoes, shirt, socks and trousers. He stood there nervously in his underpants the front of which were glistening wet with pre cum.

“Do it” I snarled and Mike took them off.

He tried to cover his crotch with his hands but I ordered him to put them by his side and not to touch his organs again unless given permission to do so.

He stood naked with his head bowed alongside his wife. His cock was rock hard stiff, about six inches long and not very thick. It and his ball sack were hairless with a small patch of hair at the base. A string of pre cum oozed out of his prick. Stan laughed and said

“Not much competition there”.

It’s obvious from her hard little nipples and her laboured breathing that Chrissy is as aroused as her husband. I turned her around and pulled her back into my lap. As soon as she was seated I slid my hand all the way up over the soft skin on her upper thighs to the extremely wet slit between her slender legs.