"How far is Sally going to take this", Bill thought to himself as he watched the TV in his bedroom. He pulled again at the handcuffs and leg restraints that kept him spread-eagled on his bed.

The door to the room was open just a crack to accommodate the cable from the family video camera. Obviously the camera was in the living room and the cable ran from there, down the hall, in the door, and into the back of the TV in the Master bedroom. The camera was high and looked down, showing almost the entire living room. Bill figured it must be on the top of the bookshelves that he had built for his wife shortly after they were married ten years ago.

He was a good husband and father. He worked hard, treated his wife and son with love and respect. How had he ended up in this situation? On the TV he could see Sally sitting on the couch drinking what looked like a glass of wine. She was wearing the beautiful white nightgown that he had bought her last Christmas. He knew that under it she wore a lacy white bra and French cut panty set. She had looked so wonderful in it last year. She had put it on for him after the guests left and after their son had gone to bed. After the exciting day of presents, friends and more than a little spiked eggnog Bill recalled the evening as one of the couples most romantic. Sure after ten years of marriage their sex life had settled into the predictable, but there was true love between them, they were committed for life. To what Bill always thought was a wonderful family life.

If only he hadn't made that one stupid mistake while at a convention with his co-workers. If only he hadn't felt so guilty that he confessed to his wife. But it was too late now. According to Sally it was time to make amends so that they could continue their life together without guilt and with forgiveness.

It had been just last month when Bill confessed that he had gotten drunk at the convention. One of the five men from his company at the convention had ordered a stripper as a joke. Before the night was over the alcohol dazed brain of Bill, while being egged on and called a wimp by his co-workers, had been the last man to have his cock sucked by the stripper/hooker. He had tried to avoid it, he loved his wife. But the alcohol and the macho ribbing finally got the better of him. The funny thing about it was that Bill didn't even cum. The alcohol and the guilt prevented him from loosing his load into the painted mouth of the whore. She simply mouthed his hard, condom covered member for a few minutes (thank God he had gotten a hard-on or his co-workers would have never let him live it down.) Bill could only barely remember standing in the center of the hotel room, the last man in a line, with his cock hanging out of his unzipped pants. A middle-aged, silicone titted, bleached blond e knelt in the center of the floor in a sequined g-string. She wasn't very attractive in the face but her body was good. She demanded $20 from each of the 5 drunken men before she went to work. Bill didn't even have the $20 in his wallet, so his boss Jim, gave the stripper/hooker the $20 for him.

After a few minutes of mouthing Bill's cock, the hooker said, "this guy ain't gonna get off. I gave him 20 bucks worth of blow job." She stood up and put on her costume. Clutching the money for stripping and the extra $100 for the blow jobs she grabbed her tape player and left the room, on her way to her next job. The five business men continued to laugh and drink the night away, only Bill sat quietly in a drunken stupor, guilty about "cheating" on his wife.

When he got home from the convention Bill acted very strange. Sally couldn't help but notice. After a few days of Bill being quiet and sullen Sally asked him what was bothering him. Foolishly Bill spilled his guts. He told his wife and life mate the whole story about his co-workers, the stripper/hooker, about everything. Sally was hurt. She cried and ran to their bedroom locking the door. It was her turn to be quiet and sullen. Finally, after a few days of the "silent treatment", Bill and Sally sat down for a long "heart-to-heart" talk.

SALLY CRIED. "She had never been with any man but Bill, ever. She didn't want to be with anyone else. Didn't he find her attractive anymore? Didn't he love her?"

BILL GROVELED. "She was the only woman he loved and he always would." He truly meant it. "It had been a stupid mistake, caused by alcohol and peer pressure. He was sorry, he would do anything to have her forgive him. He never wanted to loose her or their son."

She forgave him, but said that it would take her some time to get over the fact that he had betrayed her and broken his marriage vows. Bill took her out for a wonderful romantic dinner. That night they made love and it was good. But what Bill didn't know was that a knot of jealously and hurt was still in Sally's heart. A knot that would grow day-by-day until tonight.

That morning, a month after Bill thought he had been forgiven by his wife, Bill awoke to find himself bound to his bed. Despite his plea's she wouldn't let him up. All day he laid their begging her to let him go. She never responded except to say that this was the only way she could get past his infidelity. Sally took their son to a playmate's home to spend the weekend. She cleaned the house and generally did her usual Saturday chores. During the day she entered and exited the bedroom doing chores. Ignoring Bill's pleas for release, she at least did slip a bedpan under Bill when he complained that he needed to use the bathroom. She knew if Bill got loose from the sturdy four poster bed that had been her grandmothers, she wouldn't be able to get him restrained again.

Bill begged and cried for forgiveness, but to no avail. Sally knew that he would be begging more later that night. At about 5 o'clock Sally rigged up the TV and video camera. This really puzzled Bill, but Sally just said she didn't want him to be lonely while she was out of the room.

After rigging the camera Sally got some things from her makeup table and their closet. Then without saying a word she walked to the door. At the door she looked back and gave Bill a hard look, which turned to a look of almost pity, finally a small smile formed on her beautiful mouth. She pushed the bedroom door closed as she left. The video cable keeping it open a crack. She wouldn't be back to her bedroom and her helpless husband until after midnight, although a couple of other people would be dropping by as the night progressed. After a while Bill heard the shower in the guest bathroom running.

Bill gave up struggling, as he watched Sally pour herself another glass of wine. She looked absolutely stunning. Her soft brown hair framed her face and even on the TV Bill could tell she was heavily made up. She only weighed a few pounds more than when they had gotten married. But if anything the extra weight made her more sexy. Her hips and buttocks were round and fleshy and her breasts had grown from a B cup to a C cup.

Sally didn't drink much and Bill knew two or three glasses would give her a pleasant buzz. Plus wine usually put her in a romantic mood. Bill assumed that Sally was almost done punishing him and after a while she would come back to the bedroom and they would pledge their love to each other and make beautiful love as a happily married couple. Bill had to admit Sally had made her point. This had been one very uncomfortable day for him. He hated feeling helpless.

Bill was shocked when he heard the doorbell ring. He could hear the sound both over the TV and through the slightly cracked door. He struggled in panic. What if it were a robber and he was stuck here helpless? He had to protect his wife and home. He struggled mightily but was unable to get loose. He only managed to have the hard metal of the handcuffs dig into his wrists and tear the skin. A small amount of blood trickled down his forearm. Bill stopped struggling and screamed for Sally to come let him loose.

Sally gulped down the last of her third glass of wine. She seemed to float in her white gown out of the picture towards the front door. Bill continued to scream to be let loose.

The helpless husband relaxed when he saw Sally reenter the picture, followed by Jim, his boss. Bill stopped screaming and was relieved that it hadn't been a stranger or robber at the door. Bill realized that he could hear the conversation between Sally and Jim over the TV.

"Is that Bill I heard screaming?" asked Jim. "Don't worry about him Jim," Sally cooed at Jim, "I have him locked in the bedroom. I have been punishing him for being a bad boy with at the convention last month."

Jim looked serious, "punishing him? Don't give my wife any ideas Sally she won't punish me she will divorce me and take me to the cleaners on a settlement. I'm mad at Bill now, he wasn't supposed to say anything. Shit all of the guys at the convention are married. That idiot Bill, what was he thinking, telling you?"

"Don't worry Jim, I won't say anything to any of the other wives, but I want you to promise that you won't send my husband on any more conventions and you must tell me exactly what went on that night."

"OK Sally, if you won't tell my wife, I promise no more conventions for Bill. And I'll tell you everything. It wasn't that bad really!"

"I'll be the judge of that," snapped back Sally.

In the bedroom Bill thought to himself, "So that is what this is about. Sally is just going to make sure that nothing like what happened last month will happen again." He smiled to himself realizing how much his wife loved him.

Sally steered Jim to the couch and poured him a drink. "Now tell me all about what went on at the convention Jim."

"Boy you look beautiful Sally, I always thought Bill had the best looking wife. Ok, I'll tell you..."

The doorbell rang again. "Wait right there Jim," said Sally and she left the room only to return with the other 3 co-workers of her husband's who had been at the convention.

Jim was startled by the new arrivals, but Sally explained that she wanted to be sure that Jim told the truth. She wanted the men to corroborate each others stories. She wanted to know exactly what went on, so she could forgive her husband. Her husband who was being punished in the bedroom. The three men, once Sally pledged not to tell their wives, relaxed and fixed themselves drinks from Bill's liquor cabinet. They even joked about poor Bill being stupid enough to tell his wife. One of the men thoughtfully poured Sally another glass of wine.

"OK Jim tell me exactly what happened. My husband Bill didn't go into precise detail, I want a specific description of the events, beginning when the woman entered the suite. I'll be asking the rest of you to let me know if Jim is telling the truth. If I think any of you are lying, I'll tell your wives about the convention.

The men murmured their agreement. Jim began telling the story.

"As a reward for the guy's hard work, I called a strip-o-gram company and asked for a dancer to entertain the men. When she arrived we all were more than a little drunk. She came in and after I paid her $100 for a strip tease she turned on her radio and began stripping..."

Sally stopped him, "Wait a minute Jim, I want more detail. What was she wearing? What kind of music?"

"Well it was a slow song and she had on a coat over a sequined bra and panties,"replied Jim. The other men nodded in agreement.

Sally exasperated, demanded, "where was she? At the door in the middle of the room? Where you guys sitting or standing, What?"

The men all tried to answer at once. Sally finally said, "This isn't going to work, look, lets act this out. You guys pretend that you are in the room and I'll pretend to be the stripper."

Up in the bedroom Bill was becoming concerned.

In the living room you could hear a pin-drop.

Sally moved to the stereo and a slow rock ballad came on. The men quickly shifted to the relative positions they had been in on the fateful night. Jim explained the the couch was where the bed had been and that Bill would have been sitting in the chair in front of the bookshelves. He pointed to the space between the men and said that was where the stripper had danced.

Sally took that position and began swaying to the sensual music. The four men glanced at each other, but didn't say a word.

Jim finally said, "Yeah it was just like this, first the stripper took off her long coat."

"Like this?" asked the swaying Sally. She untied the string of her gown and unbuttoned it all the way down. She paused for a moment and looked at each man in his eyes. She let the white silk slide to the floor. She began to sway once again to the music. The four men sat still in disbelief. Sally was beautiful in bra and panties. She had a great body and her smooth skin was flawless.

Bill began pulling at his bonds again, but only managed to cut himself some more. The pain soon caused him to stop.

"You boys aren't saying much. What happened next?"

"Well she danced for a while, then she took off her top and tossed it over there to Frank," exclaimed Jim. The other men said, "yeah, yeah."

"What were you all doing during this time?" asked Sally.

Frank chimed in, "we were chanting, take it off, take it off!?"

"OK, you guys act just like you did, and Jim you direct me," said Sally.

Sally began swaying to the music once again, the three men began chanting, "Take it off, take it off," cautiously at first then with confidence.

In the bed room Bill pleaded at the TV screen, "Please stop Sally, I love you please stop, I'm so sorry, Please don't..." Tears welled up in his eyes.

Jim began, "she placed one arm across her chest, then she reached back with the other and unhooked her top. Once it was unhooked she held the cups in place with her hands and teased us by flashing one tit, um... I'm sorry Sally, one breast at a time."

"That's OK Jim I want to know just how you and Bill treated this woman. Use the words you would use with her. I won't be offended I want an accurate recreation."

"She flashed her tits one at a time then tossed the bra to Frank, like I said."

Sally swayed and did as Jim described. She went around the room flashing one tit at a time. Finally she stopped, facing the bookcase and the camera she threw her bra to Frank. She stood proud in her white satin panties, shoulders back and erect nipples thrust forward and stared at the camera. Her womanly breasts were fully exposed to the four men in the room and the one restrained in the bedroom.

A huge roar of anger and pain could be heard in the living room, from the back of the house. Everyone froze for a second. Then Sally said, "don't worry about that noise, It's just Bill, he is mad because he wants to be here with his buddies who like to watch strippers and have extra-marital sex. Go on Jim what happen next?"

This began a narrative by Jim. Whatever he said, Sally would do! She turned up the stereo to drown out the roars of pain from the back of the house.

"Step between each man's legs and shake your... er... tits in his face.

Stand between each of our legs and grind your ass into the lap of each man.

Spread you legs and bend over in the middle of the room.

Take a tit in each hand and lick your nipples."

Every instruction was followed by Sally and each of the men had hard-on's from watching their friend's wife put on the show.

Sally, pouring herself another glass of wine said, "This stuff is pretty lame, is that it? This is all a stripper does?"

"Well Sally I didn't want to tell you everything, I was embarrassed," said Jim, with a sly wink to the other three men.

"I told you I want to hear every detail," Sally said as she drank down the glass of wine and refilled it. "Tell me or I'll tell your wives."

"OK, OK don't do that, the guys will agree with what I say. Here's what happened next," said Jim. Jim figured that Sally was acting out some kind of revenge thing on Bill and he decided that he would enjoy it. He would find out just how far the pretty wife of his employee was willing to go. God knows she had a great face and body. In fact, she was a hell of a lot better looking than the stripper he had hired at the convention.

Jim knew that actually not much else had happened. The stripper asked if they wanted blowjobs for $20 each. They had lined up, gotten sucked off and that was it. Hell, Bill hadn't even had an orgasm. The stripper had never taken her g- string off, and hadn't let the men take off their clothes or touch her. She just had them hang their cocks out of their pants. It was almost clinical, not very sexy at all. The whole thing lasted about 15 minutes.

"You want to hear it all Sally, so here goes. Next the stripper slowly peeled down her panties..."

Jim caught the confused look on the other three men's faces. Finally they caught on and began softly to chant, "take it off, take it off!"

Bill heard what Jim said over his TV and began screaming, "No! NO!"

In the living room they could hear the shouts, but they couldn't make out Bill's frantic words.

Sally tossed back another big gulp of wine and once again began swaying to the music. She slowly ran her hands down her body and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

"Yeah that it, just like that Sally, push them to the floor and step out of them, take it off, take it off..."

Once the panties were pushed below her hips the smooth material slid to her feet. Sally kicked the panties to one side separating her legs and showing off her pussy to the men.

"Now she danced around the room and like before shook her tits in our faces, but this time her legs were on the outside of ours rather than on the inside."

Immediately the four men pulled their knees together as they sat. The brief pain of confining their now full erections was a small price to pay to have their friend's beautiful wife spread her legs in their face. Particularly since she was completely nude.

Sally was a little unsure now. She hadn't thought it would go this far, but she was determined to hear the whole story, and punish her husband. The wine had gone to her head. She was flushed from the alcohol and the excitement of paying her husband back by standing naked in front of his friends. Bill would never look at another woman after this she was sure. Sally took another swallow of wine and moved up to Jim. He placed his hands on her knees and spreading her legs pulled her forward so she was only inches from him.

"Now the stripper shook her tits in our faces, all of us including Bill. In fact, he really seemed to like it, plus she humped her hips forward and back," said Jim working on Sally's jealously.

Sally could shake her tits and grind her hips but she couldn't do both at the same time. Her movements were uncoordinated but sexy as hell at the same time. To the men it was arousing, every man's dream-- a beautiful innocent woman trying to act slutty. Jim was getting quite an eyeful of Sally's sex. As she humped forward the sweet married pussy came into full view. Moist white labia that were smooth and tight winked at Jim from behind the brown pubic hair. The smell of her sex traveled the few inches to Jim's nose. Jim slowly and gently began spreading his knees forcing Sally's legs further apart. Her pussy lips separated slightly and the pink inner folds of her labia came into view. Jim could make out the small nub of Sally's clit. "God, this was one sexy woman," Jim thought.