Part 2 - Wife Takes Charge
The afternoon went quite smoothly, though I couldn't leave my desk, with Kirsty not mentioning what had happened before lunch at all. In fact she barely said anything othre than goodbye as she set off at 5pm as normal. I allowed the crowd to go before raising myself a half hour later. I left my jacket off, carrying it over my arm so that it covered up my embarrassment. I tried to do the same as I went into my home, casually saying hello to my wife, Jo, who was lying on the sofa in just her jeans and a t-shirt. "Oh, hi" she said, "Come here and give me a kiss, honey." "In a minute dear, I'll just go and get changed." "No, now" she said. I again resisted and bounded up the stairs to the bedroom and quickly tried to disrobe. Jo had followed me without me knowing and was in the doorway watching me take my cum stained trousers off. "So it is true then? Kirsty said you had tried to hit on her when she was teasing you, and when she refused your offer, you wanked yourself off on her foot!" I went bright red and was very flustered. I tried to say something but could only stammer "I..I..I..." Jo approached me and slapped me hard round the face. "You are such a fucking embarrassment and a wimp. Pass me the phone so I can call Kirsty and take her up on her offer." "Er, what offer?" "Never you fucking mind, now pass me the phone." She went into her bag on the beside chair and picked out a piece of paper and dialled a number. "Oh, hi, Kirsty. Yes, I saw it. Pathetic, I know. Listen, I think your're right. What time shall I pick you up at? 8 o'clock. Ok fine. I'll see you then. Oh, don't worry, I'll put on my sexiest outfit. Bye." She looked at me sternly. "I'm going to have a bath. I want you to go and make dinner. And then you'll be driving me into town, picking up Kirsty along the way for our double date." "When shall I get changed?" I asked innocently. "Don't be so fucking stupid! Kirsty and I are meeting up with, is it Jim, from your work and one of his friends. Kirsty's right, I've put up with your little cock for too long and it's time I realised what a real man can offer." I began to whimper. "Please don't go, Jo. I didn't mean to do it, she just teased me too much.." "Shut the fuck up wimp. I don't mind if you get off on wanking over stockinged feet AND sucking up the mess, you little faggot, it just means I can go out and find myself a real man!"
I made dinner and laid it on the table, just minutes before my wife made her way into the dining room. I had never seen her look so sexy. Normally she was quite reserved, wearing little make-up, long skirts, tights and low heeled shoes, but she had, as promised to Kirsty, chosen her sexiest outfit. She had really overdone her make-up accentuating the look with plenty of blue mascara and eye-liner, blusher and bright red lipstick - she looked like a painted hussy. She was wearing a two piece - black jacket and short skirt - ensemble with white blouse underneath. She had left the jacket undone and I could clearly see she was not wearing a bra, her small but very pert tits and hard brown nipples clearly visible. Further down she was wearing her highest heels, black strappy 4" stilettos and finished her tarty look off with black fishnet stockings on her elegant shapely legs, crowned at the top with a tight bum. I recognised the stockings as part of a present, along with a black suspender belt, I had bought her for our 2nd wedding anniversary. I started to ask her if they were the ones but she cut me short with a curt "Yes". "But you always said they made you feel like a tart, what was it? 'Some cheap whore on a street corner'?" "Exactly," she grinned. "That is how I feel. How do YOU feel knowing that I've dressed purposely like a tart for another man? But that I would never do it for my little cocked husband!" She laughed out loud before the rest of the meal was ate in silence.
I drove her with barely a word to pick up Kirsty. She came out of the house looking so sexy. Her make-up was quite normal - she always looked like a tart - but her outfit was sensational. She had a black see through chiffon blouse, with a black lacy bra underneath barely covering her massive tits, a short black leather mini-skirt, black lace patterned stockings and 6" open-toed, strappy high heeled shoes.
She got in the back. "You look gorgeous, Kirsty." my wife said. Kirsty threw her head back in amusement. "Aw, come on Jo, let's face it - we both look like a pair of whores eager to please our customers. Only difference between me and you is, you're an adulterous whore!"
My wife liked that, laughing out loud. She had made me wear my spunk stained trousers out and Kirsty recounted the tale, bit by bit, of my accident earlier that day, with my wife commenting on what a wimp I was and that she couldn't wait to get her hands on a real man like Jim and his friend.
As I pulled up outside the pub they were meeting their dates, my wife told me to park up and that she wanted me to come in for a minute for one drink. I thought she may be looking to back out, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Jim and his friend John, were already there so Jo told me to get to the bar and get some drinks in. I watched as Kirsty took Jo over for the introductions, and noticed how both the guys kissed my wife full on the lips, Jim even tonguing her, as their hands squeezed her tight bum.
The barman was watching the same scene as me and commented. "Lucky bastards, they sure look like two hot and horny bithces, don't they?" I could only nod, my throat dry knowing that my wife was going to do what she said and try out a real man's cock. Having seen Jim's earlier, I knew I would never be able to compete and felt totally dejected.
As I carried the drinks over, I noticed they had sat in a secluded part of the pub, with Kirsty next to John, who had his arm round her, her lace stockinged legs crossed as usual and her leather mini trying unsuccessfully to hide her suspender belt. My own wife Jo was hardly less carefree, her own stocking tops clearly visible, with Jim gently stroking her thigh through the thin material of her skirt. I was forced to sit opposite Kirsty and next to my wife but on a stool lower down, hidden from the rest of the pub round a corner.
Kirsty began retelling the story of how she had humiliated me in my office after John had asked why on earth I was not putting up a fight before my sexy wife cuckolded me. I went bright red as Kirsty told them every detail, Jo delighting in hearing it for the third time that day. "I can't believe any man could cum that quick," said John. "And to then lick his own cum up, that's gross. Absolutely unbelievable." "Well," Kirsty responded,"I can assure you it's true. Would you like to see a repeat performance?" My wife eagerly clapped her hands getting excited, so much so that as she raised out of her seat, Jim slipped his hand beneath her ass, under her skirt and a finger inside her pussy - the horny bitch had gone out without any panties on. "Fuck, this bitch is wet!" he exclaimed, as my wife let out a sigh of excitement.
Meanwhile Kirsty was looking at increasing my humiliation. She held her leg up so that her foot was once more resting between my legs. "Take my shoe off, wimp." she commanded. I undid the strap round her ankle and removed the stiletto, the feel of the black patent leather getting me hard. "Now, take your worm out so we can all have a laugh at how small you are!" "But, it's a public place, what if.." Jo cut me short this time. "Don't worry about that, you're well out of the way. Anyway, it's so small, I doubt whether anyone will notice!" Resigned to my impending humiliation, I undid my zip and slipped my rock hard dick, standing a mere 4 inches tall, from my boxers. As soon as it popped out, John laughed out loud. "Fuck me, I've seen some tiny white pricks before when I've been fucking some hot white married slut, but that's really pathetic. Why, it's no bigger than a child's!" I went bright red as I heard resounding laughter from the other three gathered round the table. Jim felt compelled to add to my embarrassment saying. "No wonder you want some black cock in you, Jo, having put up with that little thing. Has he ever given you an orgasm with it?" "Oh, hell no." Jo responded. "I normally have to bring myself off afterwards. Fortunately, he never lasts very long anyway, he's such a wimp. I must say I'm really looking forward to getting a decent sized cock in me tonight."
It was then that Kirsty began rubbing her black lace stockinged foot over the head of my cock. I was already at bursting point from all the humiliation heaped on me coupled with hearing my wife, dressed up like a whore, talking so dirty in front of her about-to-be new lovers. I barely lasted three strokes from Kirsty's hot foot, before I shot my load, the initial jet spurt covered by the sole of her foot. "Pump that little worm, wimp. Shoot your measly little load over my stockings." Kirsty commanded. "Oh my God." Jim laughed. "I can't believe he's cum already. That must have taken at least 10 seconds right? What a fucking wanker!" My wife was smirking as I jerked my prick, forcing all my spunk out over Kirsty's foot. When I stopped, she lifted her leg higher to my face and demanded: "Lick all your spunk from my stockings. Show your wife and her new boyfriends what a cum eating wimp you are. Swallow the lot like the obedient little bitch you now are!" I held my secretary's foot and did exactly as I was told. Lapping at her stockings, licking and sucking my own jism from it, as my wife barracked me with a stream of abuse, calling me a faggot, a useless wimp and pencil dick.
When I had finished, Kirsty made me put her shoe back on. Jo then ordered me to "Fuck off home" and leave her with her new black boyfriends. As I stood to leave, Kirsty teased me further: "Don't forget to pull your little worm off whilst you think of those big black cocks fucking your wife. And don't you dare waste a drop of cum! Mind you, I'm sure Jo will have a lot more for you when she gets home tomorrow morning!" My wife perked up once more. "Oh yes, I never thought of that. I'm really looking forward to rubbing his face in it - literally - when I get home." I gulped and realised things had definitely changed forever.
