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   My wife's email was brief.

   Hi everybody.  I'm so sorry, but we're having a bit of an emergency at
work.  We might have to cancel tonight.  Will let you know soon.

   Ann

   It was addressed to me as well as our intended dinner guests for the
evening.  She had been enthusiastic about having them over, so I knew it
had to be important if she was considering canceling.  I tried calling her
to see if she was OK, but after getting transferred to her recorded message
a few times, I wrote her an email instead.

   Hey babe, are you OK?  Can I do anything to help out?

   It took just a few minutes before she replied.

   Hey honey.  It's OK.  It looks like I may have overlooked some crucial
details on an important case.  I need to solve it today.  I should be home
around 7, but there is no way I can cook before they come.

   She took pride in her reliability, so I knew she'd do anything to
correct any oversight she might have done at work.  I tried calling her
once more, but she still didn't pick up the phone.  I resorted to email
again.

   Don't worry about it babe.  I can leave the office early, so I should be
able to do the cooking in time(ish).  I can entertain them until you show
up.

   Her reply was instant.

   Are you sure?  They're kind of more my friends than yours.

   It was true.  Erica was Ann's oldest friend, and Linh her former
assistant.  I knew them and their partners through my wife, but I had spent
a lot of time with most of them by now.  I assured Ann that she didn't have
to worry.

   No worries babe.  Just clear things up and come home when you can.

   I then replied to my wife's first email to our guests.

   Hi folks!

   Sorry about the confusion.  Dinner is still on, but we might have to
make it closer to 7pm rather than 6.30.  See you all then!

   Best,

   Ben

   I swiftly wrapped things up and rushed off to get groceries for the
cooking.  It had to be something simpler than what Ann had planned, but I
was sure no one would mind.  It's the company that matters after all, and
we always had a good time together.

   On my way back from the store I stopped at a red light and checked my
phone.  There was another email from my wife.

   Thank you so much.  Sorry about the drama!

   I definitely deserve a spanking from you tonight...

   I smirked.  This was exactly the way she liked it.  The forbidden thrill
of being spanked for something she had done wrong always turned her on.

   I had been the one to introduce her to this pleasure.  Ann came home one
day, moping about scratching her car when parking.  I, of course, wasn't
angry.  It was her car, and even if it hadn't been, I was in no place to
judge.  I've done worse myself.  But later that evening, I decided to joke
about it to cheer her up.  I found her in the kitchen, cooking dinner.  She
wore her blonde hair up, and my first thought was to just go over and kiss
her slender neck like I usually do.  But the sight of her curvy body --
particularly the way her jeans hugged her round ass -- inspired a different
action.

   "You need to be punished, young lady," I said and playfully slapped her
ass.

   She gasped, and her eyes widened.  Her mouth fell open and she looked
like she was going to protest.  But nothing came out.  There was a look in
her eyes that I had never seen before.  There were definite traces of
excitement, and I decided to test the waters.  I slapped her once more, a
little harder this time.  She gasped again and seemed to freeze like a deer
in headlights.  I gave her a few more swats before stepping it up a notch.

   "Lower your pants," I whispered in her ear.

   She acted like her body was on autopilot, obediently unzipping her
jeans. They were tight, and she had to wiggle her ass to pull them over her
cheeks.  She steadied herself with her hands on the kitchen bench.  Her
panties were cut high, leaving most of her ass exposed as she passively
awaited her ordeal.

   I slapped her ass again, this time enjoying the sensation of my palm
against her skin.  She gasped with affliction after each swat, but it was
always followed by a soft moan.  It encouraged me to continue.

   "Come here babe," I said.  "I'm going to spank you over my knee now."

   She looked confused, overcome with a mixture of emotions.  Taking her
hand, I led her to the living room.  She had trouble walking with her jeans
pulled down, but she made no attempt to pull them up.  I sat down in the
couch.

   "Take off the pants," I instructed.  "And the panties."

   Her hands were unsteady as she hooked her thumbs inside her panties and
pulled them down together with the jeans.  She stood before me, naked from
the waist down.  I had seen her undress many times before, but never had
she looked so delicate.  Her big round tits were covered by a singlet, and
I watched them move with her heaving chest.  She looked serious, like she
was shocked by her own emotions.

   I patted my lap and she lay down, her breath heavy as she assumed the
position.  I took a moment to admire her behind.  I couldn't for the life
of me understand why I hadn't spanked her before; her ass seemed perfectly
built for it.  It was big and round, and splayed over my lap it looked
flawlessly inviting.  I felt my cock grow as I let my hand caress her rosy
cheeks.

   She yelped as I slapped her ass without a warning.  I gently rubbed were
my hand had stung, and then did the same to her other cheek.  The
combination of dismay and pleasure coming from her mouth was the most
sensuous thing I had ever heard.  I repeated the pattern, slapping her ass
and then caressing it.  Not wanting to push things too quickly, my slaps
were gentle.  I wanted her to dwell in this erotic state of new thrills
before increasing the intensity.

   Sensing that she was ready for more, I surprised her by letting my hand
rain down, moving between her cheeks in several consecutive swats.  She
wiggled her feet and pressed her hips against my lap as if trying to move
away from my hand.  But when I stopped, she immediately poked her ass out,
instinctively begging for more.  I slapped her cheeks again, even harder
this time.  She threw her head back as she yelped.

   I paused for a moment, and let my hand wander down to caress her legs.
Slowly, I worked my fingertips up the inside of her thigh.  She gasped as I
found her wet pussy.

   "It seems you are enjoying this," I pointed out, and smirked knowingly
as I slapped her ass as if punishing her for it.

   She turned her head to look at me, and her face was priceless.  She was
embarrassed by how turned on she was by this novel sensation.  Her eyes
were pleading, but I don't think she knew herself what for.  We locked eyes
as I spanked her again, her facial expression infused with shame and
pleasure.  She pressed herself against my lap once more, and from the way
she was grinding, I realized that it was an effort to rub her pussy against
my thighs.

   "Touch yourself," I commanded.

   She was quick to obey.  Squeezing her arm underneath herself, she
reached between her legs.  I could hear the slippery sound of her fingers
against her clit as she began circling it.  She had to push her ass up to
make room for her hand, creating an ever so inviting target.  Focusing on
the center of her ass, I slapped my hand over both her cheeks, letting it
rain down steadily.  The way it sent waves through her bulbous ass was
nothing short of mesmerizing.  My cock pressed against my pants.

   The intensity of her squeals increased with the force of my hand.  It
didn't take long before she screamed out with pleasure, and she started
shaking uncontrollably.  I pressed down on the small of her back to hold
her still as the other hand continued to spank her throughout her orgasm.

   I stopped as her spasms faded.  Gently, I stroked her reddened ass. 
Still breathing heavily, she hid her face in the couch.  I leaned in and
kissed her cheek.

   "Looks like you enjoyed that a lot."

   "No," she lied, her voice muffled by the couch cushion.

   My hand wandered down between her legs.  I ran my fingers over her slit
a few times.  She was dripping wet.

   "Some parts of your body say you're lying," I said, and slipped my
middle finger inside her.  She responded with a soft moan.

   I slid my finger in and out of her, and her body betrayed her again by
pushing back against my finger.  The orgasm she was still coming down from
wasn't enough, and I was in desperate need of relief myself.  I removed my
finger, and she yelped with frustration.  She turned and looked at me with
a disappointed expression.

   "I don't think my fingers are enough for you," I said, and her eyes lit
up.  "Take off your top, babe.  I want to see your tits."

   She slid off my lap, and stood before me.  She pulled the top over her
head in one swift motion.  Her bra followed, and I stared in awe as her
breasts fell free.  They hung naturally on her chest, swaying invitingly
before me.  Her pink nipples looked delicious.

   The contrast between us was thrilling; I was completely dressed, and she
naked.  She blushed slightly as she stood before me.  Her embarrassment was
surprising, given how many times I'd seen her naked.  But it wasn't just
her body she was exposing that evening.  She had revealed unexplored
desires, and she didn't think they were fitting for a respectable woman of
her stature.

   I stood up and kissed her.  Her lips were full of energy.  I embraced
her and caressed her naked skin.  As my hand traveled down over her ass, I
felt it radiating.  With our lips pressed together, I gently slapped her
ass again.  She moaned into my mouth.

   "Help me undress," I whispered.

   She unbuttoned my shirt as quickly as her trembling fingers allowed. 
She pulled it over my shoulder, and I discarded it.  Her hands roamed over
my chest and traveled down to my buckle.  She sat down on the couch table
as she tugged at it, but whimpered as her sensitive cheeks made contact
with the hard surface.  She resorted to squatting as she undid my belt and
pants.  Hooking her thumbs inside my underwear, she pulled them down
together with my pants.  She wanted me naked quickly.

   My cock stood ready for her and was eagerly engulfed by her mouth.  Her
sexual hunger was unmistakable as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up
and down my shaft.  Worked up by the pleasure of spanking her, I had to
restrain myself so as not to climax.

   "Get on the couch," I commanded "I need to fuck you."

   She got on her hands and knees, and as I knelt behind her, I admired the
rosy hue of her round cheeks.  I rubbed my erection against her slit.  We
moaned in unison as I slid inside her in one steady motion.

   At this point we were too excited to take it slow.  I fucked her
forcefully, making her tits sway underneath her as I slammed in to her. 
The sound of my hips smacking against her cheeks blended with her shrieks
of pleasure.

   "Spank me!" she yelled.  "Spank me more!"

   She was insatiable.  Holding on to her hips with one hand, I used the
other to slap her ass.  It was driving her wild.  Her screams escalated,
and her body started shaking.  I came with her, pressing my hips against
her radiant ass.  It was a powerful release for us both.

   She still seemed embarrassed as she curled up against my chest
afterwards.  But she was hooked.  I quickly learned her ways as she
discovered them too.  She would tell me about a mistake she'd made, and
we'd use it as an excuse to give her a good spanking.  It turned her on so
much.

   Her ass wasn't the first I had spanked in my life, but it was honestly
the one I enjoyed the most.  I relished the sensation itself -- the sense
of power as well as the feeling of her ass against my hand -- but what
excited me the most was her reaction.  It was such a taboo for her to enjoy
it, and it embarrassed her.  But this just turned her on even more.  And
since she didn't think it should, it added to her embarrassment.  It was
adorably sensuous to watch this erotic feedback unfolding inside her.

   Her appetite for spanking had grown over time.  I recalled several of
our spanking episodes as I drove home from the store, looking forward to
another later.  Arriving home, I had to wait in the car to make my
excitement less apparent before stepping out of the car.  As I composed
myself, I noticed two new emails on my phone, both in reply to my wife's
email.  The first one was from Linh.

   Dear Ben and Ann,

   Great, let us know if we can help with anything.

   Looking forward to seeing you all tonight!

   Best wishes,

   Linh

   The second was from Erica.

   Hahaha!  I'm happy to lend a helping hand for sure!

   She always had a tendency to stir the pot, but this time I wasn't
catching her drift.  Unless...

   I quickly scrolled down the email and realized that my wife had made two
fatal mistakes.  First, she had replied to my email to our guests rather
than to the one I sent just to her.  Secondly, she had used reply all.  I
shook my head in disbelief.  She must have been really stressed at work to
mess up like this.  She had sent an email to our friends, saying she needed
to be spanked!  This was going to embarrass the living hell out of her.

   I decided not to point out to Ann her mistake for the moment.  If she
was stressed, she didn't need this extra pressure.  And maybe only Erica
had picked up on the spanking request from my wife.  Linh didn't comment on
it, and neither of their partners had replied to the email.  Maybe they
hadn't seen it.  I wrote a reply, not acknowledging Erica's remark.

   Thanks Erica and Linh,

   I should be fine, but if you have time Linh, maybe you can come a bit
early and help out?  Just in case.

   See you all soon!

   I was honestly short on time, but I also thought that steering the
conversation in this direction might divert the attention from my wife's
inadvertent revelation.  Previously Ann's assistant, it wouldn't be the
first time she'd have to cover for my wife.  I really liked her, so I was
glad they had started socializing as friends after Linh moved on to a new
job.

   Not allowing myself to waste more time, I went inside and got started on
the cooking.  I was doing pretty good, but was still pleased to find Linh
at the door around 6.30pm.  I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.  She
looked as cute as ever.  Her black dress wasn't revealing much of her
smooth skin, but it nicely hugged her petite frame.

   "Mark is just parking the car," she said.  It seemed like every time I
met her there were less traces of her Vietnamese accent.

   She helped me in the kitchen, and it wasn't long before Mark rang the
doorbell.  Linh had taken control of the cooking, so I went to open for
him. He had a bouquet of flowers, and I laughed as he handed them to me.

   "Oh, they are for Ann I suppose," he said sheepishly.

   I didn't know him very well.  Though a bit on the quiet side, he seemed
like a nice guy.  He was a big dude, nearly two heads taller than his
girlfriend.  My wife sometimes commented that he worshiped the ground Linh
walked on.  I had him pinned as more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy,
but it appeared Linh had made him wear a suit for the evening.

   With Linh taking over responsibility of the cooking, it gave me an
opportunity to get changed.  Even though we weren't a formal crowd, we
usually dressed up a bit for our get-togethers.  I followed Mark's lead and
put on a suit.  As I returned to our guests, Linh had brought out candles
from my wife's stash and created a nice atmosphere.  I offered them a drink
in the living room while we waited for the others.  It was mostly Linh and
me talking, Mark only occasionally joining in to agree with his girlfriend.
Neither of them mentioned Ann's comment about spanking, but that said
little about whether they'd seen it.  Linh was too polite, and Mark
wouldn't risk bringing up anything his girlfriend might disapprove of.

   At exactly 7.00, the doorbell rang again.  I was surprised by Erica's
punctuality.  She was usually more than fashionably late.

   "Hey Ben!" she yelled when I opened the door, kissing me on the cheek
and handing me a bottle of wine.  "Is the dirty girl home yet?"

   Her high heels clapped against the floor as she walked past me.  Still
holding the door open for her husband, I watched her march down the
hallway. With her red locks and bright red dress, her aura seemed to take
over the room.

   "Ann isn't home yet," I half-shouted after her as she disappeared into
the living room.  There vanished all hope that my wife's blooper would be
left out of the conversation for the evening.

   Fred grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

   "I thought maybe we could enjoy this later," he said and handed me a
bottle of scotch.

   The guest sat down in the living room as I checked on the food.  In
perfect timing, I heard the key in the door just as dinner was ready.  My
wife rushed in.

   "Hey everybody!  So sorry I'm late," she said and made her way around
our guests to greet them.

   I welcomed her home with a kiss.

   "You're just in time."

   She was still in her work clothes, but it was a look I enjoyed.  Her
appearance was both professional and sexy, her white blouse and black skirt
hugging her curves.  I noticed that her skirt was a little shorter than her
usual.  As she sat down, it rouse up enough to reveal the top of her
stockings.  I hoped the email mishap wouldn't change her mind about getting
spanked later.

   The dinner was nice, with good food and engaging conversation.  I was
pleasantly surprised that Erica didn't bring up Ann's mistake.  But toward
the end of the main course, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

   "So, Ann," she began, and I could tell from her voice that she was going
somewhere.  "What was the drama at work?"

   "Oh, it's just this court case," Ann said.  "I don't want to bore you
with the legal details."

   "Hey now, don't patronize me," Erica said.  "I may not be a lawyer, but
I could play one on TV."

   It was the same joke she'd made many times before.  She was an actress,
and Ann often made me go watch her latest play.  Erica liked to be the
center of attention, both on and off the stage.

   "Well..." my wife continued.  "The filing date deadline was today, and I
realized there was important information missing.  I'm afraid my new
assistant isn't as organized as you were, Linh."

   "Don't be too hard on her," Linh advocated.  "It took me a while to
learn everything too."

   "Oh, I don't think Ann will hold it against her," Erica said, her big
red mouth grinning from ear to ear.  "I hear she's famous for turning the
other cheek."

   She laughed out loud at her own remark, and Fred chuckled with her. 
Linh tried to fight it, but she soon started giggling, and then Mark joined
in.  It was contagious, and I couldn't help laughing too.

   Ann seemed clueless.  "What?  What?!"

   "You may have made a little mistake in your correspondence today,
honey," I said.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Check the last email you sent to me."

   She got her phone out and scrolled through her emails.  All eyes were on
her.  Given the private nature of the content, she looked a bit
uncomfortable as she read it, but she still didn't seem to catch on.

   "Look at the recipients," I hinted.

   Ann covered her face.  "Oh my god!"

   Everybody burst out laughing again.  Ann looked like she needed a drink,
and I refilled her glass.

   "My god, this day just keeps getting worse!" she said and downed half
her glass in one gulp.  The wine matched her face.  "Please, let's talk
about something else."

   "Hey now, you're among friends," Erica said.  "No need to feel ashamed."

   My wife should have known better than to expect her friend to miss out
on a teasing opportunity like this.  Erica turned her attention to me.

   "So, Ben, how often do you spank her?"

   I didn't respond, looking to my wife to read her signals.  It was
difficult.  She had gone back to covering her scarlet face with her hands.

   "You're not ashamed about spanking your wife, are you?" Erica continued.

   "That I am not."

   "Come on then.  We all know each other.  Give us a bit of details!"

   I wasn't going to let her get to me.  She gave up on me and returned her
attention to Ann.

   "Does he just spank you whenever he feels like it?"

   "No, only when I deserve it," Ann said meekly.

   I was shocked by my wife's words, and so was she by the looks of it.

   "But only because she likes it!" I defended myself.

   I didn't want to come off abusive, but the way it came out just made all
our guests laugh again.  Erica was the loudest.

   "I bet she does!"

   As the laughs trailed off, Erica didn't continue her mocking for the
moment.  I had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't last long, and decided to
divert the attention.

   "Let's move to the couch," I said.  "We can have dessert there.  I'll
clear the table."

   Ann stayed behind as the others went to the living room.  Once we were
out of reach from the others, I asked if she was OK.

   "Yeah, I'm just really embarrassed.  How could I mess up like this?"

   I hugged her.  "Don't be so hard on yourself."

   She reached up and kissed me, her tongue vigorous.  Responding to her
passion, I let my hands wander down her back.  I patted her ass lightly,
feeling it jiggle under the stretchy material of her skirt.

   "Now get back to your friends.  I'll tidy up in here."

   She smiled and turned to walk away, but stopped herself.

   "You know, after a day like this, I will really need a good spanking
tonight," she said and winked at me.  I suddenly wanted our guests to leave
early.

   As I joined them, I found them all in a good mood.  Our guests were
sitting on our big sectional sofa, with the guys on one section and the
women on the other.  My wife had pulled up a chair by Erica and Linh, and
they were engaged in conversation.  I took a chair closer to the guys, and
as we chatted away, it seemed like it might just turn into another pleasant
evening with some friends.  But Erica wasn't done.

   "So, shall we get started?" she said, making all heads turn in her
direction.

   Ann looked nervous.  "With what?"

   "Your spanking, of course."

   Ann rolled her eyes.  "Yeah, yeah.  Very funny."

   "Oh, don't act all shy now."

   Ann blushed and playfully slapped her friend's leg.  "Stop it, will
you?"

   "Hey now," Erica chuckled.  "You're the one asking to be spanked, not
me."

   Ann sighed.  "You're not going drop this, are you?"

   "All I know is that you sent around an email, asking to be spanked."

   "That was meant for my husband," Ann said, hanging her head and covering
her eyes.

   "Aha, but you didn't just send it to him, did you?" Erica argued,
sounding like she was making her case before the court.

   "So what?  Are you saying you want to spank me?"

   Erica fetched her phone, and the room was silent as she fiddled with it.

   "Here's what you sent," she said, and read my wife's email out loud.  "I
definitely deserve a spanking from you tonight.  Now, what kind of friend
would I be if I didn't give you what you deserve?"

   I thought for a brief moment about stepping in to help my wife, but
Erica was her oldest friend.  If anyone knew how to shut her up, it was
Ann.

   "If I humor you, will you shut up about it then?" she said, pointing her
finger at her friend.

   Erica grinned.  "Maybe."

   My wife mumbled as she got up from her chair.  "I can't believe we're
doing this..." She stood before her friend and turned around.  Her
expression was hard to read.  She looked annoyed, but was that really all
there was to it?

   "Oh, you're going to get it now, naughty girl!" Erica said, clapping her
hands enthusiastically.

   Everybody watched silently, and the sound of Erica's hand against Ann's
ass echoed through the room.  Ann flinched, but as the next slap hit her
other cheek, I was sure I could see her bending over slightly, pushing her
ass back against her friend's hand.  Erica was gentle and playful as she
repeated her action, spanking my wife five or six times on each cheek. 
When she was done she looked at me.

   "So, do you want to have your go now?"

   I studied my wife's reaction, and she looked like she expected me to
take the bait.  All this focus on spanking sure had me wanting this, and
she knew it.  But a light slap over her skirt wasn't what I had in mind.

   "Nah, I think I'll save it for later and do it properly."

   Everybody laughed, except for Ann.  Erica turned to Linh beside her, and
looked like she was going to say something.  But she changed her mind and
instead turned to Fred on the far end of the couch.

   "What do you say darling -- is it your turn then?"

   Fred chuckled.  "Oh, I don't know if..."

   "It's OK," my wife interrupted him, her ass shaking alluringly as she
walked over to him.  "Let's get this over with so your wife can shut up."

   It was an unusual tactics for silencing her friend.  If I knew Erica
correctly, this would only encourage her.  Fred looked at me, and I
shrugged my shoulders.  It was all just a bit of mocking around among
friends.

   "Go ahead, old chap.  Be my guest."

   Fred looked quizzically at me to see if I was sincere, and then glanced
to his wife.  He sat silently for a few seconds, contemplating the
potential of hidden ramifications.  He took one look at my wife's ass, and
then grinned slyly.  It was at eye level as she stood before him, and she
was pouting invitingly in his direction.  There was no way he would miss
out on this opportunity.  Erica applauded him as he began slapping my
wife's ass.  It seemed this wasn't his first time delivering a spanking.

   When he was done, Ann took a step over to Mark.  I expected Erica would
have suggested that everybody should have a go at my wife's ass, but Ann
acted without her friend's coercing.  Maybe she wanted to get this bizarre
incident to be over as quickly as possible.  Or was she was eager to let it
to continue?

   Mark looked perplexed, his mouth open as he turned to his girlfriend. 
She looked equally startled.

   "Come on Linh," Erica said, her voice oozing with Machiavellian
undertones.  "Let him have some fun." She gently brushed Linh's knee as she
spoke.  "And you too."

   All eyes were on Linh as she nervously fingered the glass in her hand.
She broke out giggling.

   "This is so weird!"

   Erica laughed with her.  "Oh, it's just a bit of fun among friends. 
She's not your mentor anymore you know."

   Linh took a big sip from her wine.  "Yeah, OK."

   Mark looked at her with raised eyebrows, making sure he heard her
correctly.

   "Go ahead," she ensured him.  "Like she said -- it's just a bit of fun."

   He glanced at me, and I held out my hands in a gesture of approval.  How
could I sanction one guest and deny the other?

   Besides, it was up to Ann to stop this if she was uncomfortable.  She
waited patiently with her back against Mark.  I imagined it would have been
awkward for her to stand there while her friends debated whether to spank
her.  She gasped as Mark started slapping her cheeks.  As much as he tried
to hide it, his face revealed just how fascinated he was by her ass as it
moved before him.

   It was Linh's turn, and she knew it.  She looked like she was having
second thoughts, staring wide-eyed at Ann's ass before her.

   "Come on," Erica encouraged her.  "It won't bite."

   Like a kitten playing with yarn, she flicked one cheek with.  Shocked by
her own action, she shrieked and covered her mouth in shock.  We all burst
out laughing, and even Ann joined in.

   "Here, do like this instead," Erica said and slapped the other cheek. 
"Slap it with your palm."

   Linh hesitated a moment before imitating Erica.  The redhead led the way
again, slapping the left cheek, and Linh followed on the other.  They soon
worked up a rhythm, giggling as they jointly spanked my wife.  Ann rolled
her eyes, acting like the whole thing was stupid.  But from the crimson
patches on her face, I could tell she wasn't unmoved.

   "Are you sure you want to miss out on all this fun?" Erica asked me when
they were finished.  "It's a good ass for spanking." She gave Ann one last
swat on the cheek, making her 'ow'.

   I chuckled.  "I'm not debating that.  But like I said, I rather do it
properly when you've left."

   "Oh, so we're not doing it right then?" Erica said with feigned offense.
"Want to show us how it's done then?"

   I avoided the question.  "I think it's time for dessert."

   I looked at my wife as I said it, and picked up a hint of disappointment
in her expression.  Did she actually want this to go on?

   "Good idea," she said, at least sounding like she was glad it was over.
"I'll bring it out."

   As she went into the kitchen to fetch the desert, Erica made it clear
that she still wasn't going to drop the subject.

   "So, what were we missing?"

   I knew what she was referring to, but acted like I didn't.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You know -- what do you do when you spank her that we didn't?"

   She framed it factual, like it was just a normal diner conversation. 
Part of me wanted to shut her down, but I always wanted to be a polite
host. And while Erica's attitude made me cautious, my wife's reaction was
intriguing me.  Ann and I looked at each other when she returned with the
cake.  She looked a bit nervous perhaps, but showed no signs of dissuading
me from answering the question.  She wasn't making any serious effort to
stop Erica either.  I could tell that Ann was embarrassed about the fact
that her affection for spanking was the main topic of discussion, but could
it be that part of her actually liked it?  Now that she had exposed this
side of her to her friends, did she secretly enjoy them talking about it? I
had to test this hypothesis.

   "Well, for starters I usually do it over my lap."

   "Oh, stop it honey!  You're embarrassing me!"

   Everybody laughed again, and I joined in.  Her words didn't ring true,
and she giggled erratically herself as she started cutting up the cake. 
She served the pieces on dessert plates and handed them out to our guests.

   "Are there any nuts in this?" Linh asked.  "Mark is allergic, you know."

   "Oh, I completely forgot!" Ann apologized and retrieved the plate she
was just about to hand to him.

   "O-oh!" Erica howled.  "You're in trouble now, girlfriend!"

   "I'm so sorry, Mark."

   "Is she trying to kill your boyfriend, Linh?" Erica exaggerated.

   "It's not that serious," Mark assured.  "I'd just get a bit of a rash."

   "No reason to defend her," Erica said, wiggling her finger.  "She
definitely deserves a spanking for this.  Right Ann?"

   Ann put her palm on her forehead, apparently frustrated by her
headlessness.  "I can't really argue with that.  Where is my mind lately?"

   "I think I reminded you only last week," Linh pointed out.  Her accent
had reappeared gradually with each glass of wine.

   Ann sighed.  "I know."

   "So everybody agrees then!" Erica said enthusiastically.  "Do you want
to do it yourself Mark, or should your girlfriend spank her?"

   I smirked at how guilefully Erica left out the option of nobody spanking
my wife.  I didn't call her on though.  I was getting curios to see were
this was going.

   Mark looked baffled by the question.  "Uhm, she can do it."

   Linh seemed somewhat reluctant.  But as she put down her wine glass on
the table, her face turned into a coy grin.  Maybe she still found the
whole thing strange, but there was also a part of her that was intrigued.
As Ann turned her back to Linh, the Asian girl didn't hesitate, and
immediately raised her hand to administer the punishment.  But Erica
stopped her.

   "Hang on -- it should be over the lap, right Ben?"

   "I guess so," I said.

   Ann looked annoyed.  "Whatever.  Fine."

   She didn't give Linh a chance to weigh in on it, and there were plenty
of snickering as Ann climbed onto Linh's lap.  But once she was in
position, the room silenced.  I wasn't the only one who appreciated the
sight.  My voluptuous wife was lying across her petite friend's lap,
awaiting her spanking.  Her skirt rose up to show the laced top of her
stockings, and she pulled it down to protect her modesty.  The fact that
she was in her office attire made it even more fitting that it was her
former assistant who was going to do it.

   Linh looked confused at first, holding her hands up like she didn't know
what to do.  But from the way she looked at my wife's ass, it was clear she
wasn't going to back down.  She bit her bottom lip as she flattened her
palm, taking aim for Ann's round ass.

   "Are you ready?" she asked, and my wife nodded.

   Linh gave her a swat.  It wasn't hard, but enough to make Ann gasp. 
Linh paused before the next one, and my wife poked her ass out.  Was it
deliberate?  She gasped again as Linh slapped the other cheek.  The petite
girl gawked at my wife's round ass as it wiggled with the impact of her
hand.  And it wasn't just her.  As she continued to spank Ann, everybody
was transfixed on the action.

   "Maybe that's enough," Linh eventually said, sounding like she just then
realized what she was doing.  She had gotten carried away, and now turned
shy.  She looked like she was trying to get rid of the evidence as she
helped Ann to her feet.

   My wife was flustered.  "Right, where were we?"

   There were a few chuckles, but the mood had changed.  I could tell more
of our guests wanted another go at her behind, and I couldn't blame them. I
was getting increasingly eager to spank her myself.

   "I think you were just about to get Mark something else for dessert,"
Erica said.

   Ann looked apologetic.  "Oh, I don't know what else to get you."

   "Just a beer would be fine if you got one," Mark said.

   Ann spun around and headed for the kitchen.

   "Of course, coming right up!"

   Returning, she poured his beer into a glass.  She was too eager, and the
foam overflowed, dripping onto the floor as well as Mark's pants."

   "Fuck!" she said, a language that was unusual for her, at least outside
of our bedroom.  "I'm so sorry Mark."

   "It's OK.  It was just a few drops," Mark said, trying to wipe the beer
off his pants with his hand.

   My wife fetched a cloth and got down on her knees to wipe the floor. 
Her ass stretched her skirt, making it rise up just to expose the naked
skin above her stockings.  It was an alluring sight, and I noticed other
staring too.

   Erica laughed at her.  "First he gets no cake, and now you spill the
poor man's beer on him.  I'd say you owe him another go at your ass."

   Mark chuckled nervously, but made no attempt to dismiss the suggestion.

   "Linh might not like that," Ann argued.

   Linh wiggled her hand.  "No, no.  I don't mind." She actually sounded
very positive to the idea.

   My wife looked to me for support, but I just shrugged my shoulders.  I
felt a bit guilty, thinking I could have given her an excuse.  But after
seeing her over Linh's lap, I was getting increasingly curious to see her
get spanked again.

   "Argh!" she exclaimed in defeat.  Rather than refusing outright, she had
looked for a way out through me or Linh.  Gaining no support, my wife was
cornered by her own rules.  She sighed and then lay down over Mark's lap.

   Mark wasted no time.  Aiming for the center of her ass, his big hand
sent shock waves through my wife's cheeks.  I heard her grunt with
infliction, but it was a sound I recognized from our private spanking
sessions.  To others it probably just sounded like annoyance, but I knew
there was more to it.

   It was odd, but admittedly hot to watch her getting spanked by someone
else.  Mark was the one she knew the least of our guests.  It had to be
very humbling for her to lie over his lap, getting spanked as the rest of
us watched.  As Mark stopped after a few swats, I felt disappointed that
the scene was ending.

   Ann's face was bright red as she stood up and straightened her skirt. 
"Uhm...  Right, who else wants cake?"

   The tone in her voice had shifted.  It was meek, like she was slipping
into submissive mode.  That's what spanking usually did to her.  I started
to suspect she no longer had the willpower to refuse another one if someone
were to suggest it.  It was up to me to hold things back at this point.

   But she looked adorably cute in her embarrassed state.  I had a growing
urge to watch her get spanked again -- or to have others watch me do it. 
It was a classic situation of the devil and the angel on either shoulder.

   "Are you sure you don't want to join in the fun?" Erica asked with a
wicked grin.  There was no doubt what manifestation the devil had taken
tonight, her whole appearance suitably red.

   But what about the angel?  Could I count on anyone else to support the
voice of reason?  Not Linh.  Erica had won her over by the looks of it. 
And certainly none of the guys -- they wouldn't miss out on another go at
Ann's sweet ass.  As for my wife, she was increasingly subdued.  She
wouldn't be able to put a stop to this, even if it meant she'd never be
able to look her friends in the eyes again.  No, I was alone in this.  Only
I could protect her from herself.

   But wouldn't she also get a lot of pleasure if I let things to carry on?
Sure, it would embarrass her tremendously, but that embarrassment would
also turn her on.  The spiral of shame and sexual excitement that she got
from getting spanked in private was huge thrill for her.  Wouldn't it be
even more powerful if she experienced it in front of her friends?  Who was
I to deny her this?  Maybe I could at least take another step and see how
she reacted?  The angel was fading.

   "You know, honey..." I began, pausing to take a sip from my wine.  "Our
guests have been nice enough to spank you for your mishap at work, but you
also made quite the mistake by sending that email around."

   Ann knew where I was going.  "Et tu Brute?"

   Her stilted remark prompted some chuckles, but they sounded forced. 
Everybody knew this game was moving further away from innocence.  They
stared silently as I patted my lap as an invite for my wife.  She assumed
the position over my knees, making her ass the highest point of reference.

   "So, are you going to show us the right way to do it?" Erica asked with
a pleased grin.

   "I don't know about that," I said, admiring my wife's ass.  I knew Erica
was trying to push my buttons, but I was becoming less inclined to resist.

   "Come on!" Erica encouraged me.  "Give us a little insight into your
Friday night routine."

   "Well, if no one minds, I suppose I could do it over the panties at
least," I said and reached for the hem of Ann's skirt.

   "Oh, you really shouldn't do that, honey!" my wife said, reaching behind
her to stop my hand.  I didn't find her voice convincing though.

   Erica, naturally, backed me up.  "Don't be so shy.  Most us have seen
you in your bikini, right?"

   We all knew the connotation was very different, but I wasn't about to
argue.

   "It's just..." my wife started to object.

   I didn't let her finished.  Grabbing her skirt with both hands, I
forcefully yanked the elastic material up over her cheeks.

   And I was treated to a surprise.  She wasn't wearing any panties!  I had
just exposed her naked ass to our guests.  Browsing around, I saw a mixture
of amazement and shock on their faces.  Linh's look was priceless.  As if
she was watching a scary movie, she covered her mouth with one hand, and
grabbed her boyfriend's hand with the other.  She was startled perhaps, but
she wasn't going to look away.  Ann's ass demanded full attention.

   The guys didn't have as good of an angle as the girls, and they
stretched their necks to get a better view.  Ann tried to pull her skirt
back down.  From the way I had yanked it up, it was wedged beneath her, and
she only barely managed to cover herself.

   "I was going to surprise you later," she said, her voice shivering with
embarrassment.

   I felt guilty, but that concern was dwarfed by the lush sensation of
exposing her to our friends.  I wanted more.

   "Well, the damaged is already done," I rationalized.  "They've already
seen it now."

   I spoke softly, and I felt as if we were sharing an intimate moment,
right before the prying eyes of our guests.  She put her hand on her skirt,
preventing me from exposing her again.  But she offered no resistance as I
removed it.  Slowly this this time, I pulled her skirt up again, revealing
her round ass to our guests.  Centered over my lap, it looked deliciously
inviting, but I took my time.  The anticipation was such a turn on, and I
wanted everybody to take in the sight.

   "Oh god," she panted, making no attempt to cover up.  "I can't believe
this is happening."

   Neither could I.  Here was my wife -- a distinguished and respected
woman -- lying over her husband's lap with her ass exposed, awaiting her
public spanking.  I slapped her lightly.  Everybody stared intensely at her
bare ass.  To make it wiggle for the audience, I slapped up along the curve
of her ass rather than straight on.  From their fascinated stares, I could
tell they appreciated the effort.

   After a series of swats, I stopped and caressed her ass.  It was an
erotic sensation to fondle her naked ass in front of our friends, and as I
heard her pant, I knew she was getting turned on too.  I was tempted to
continue her spanking, but I was also curious to see if someone else might
be daring enough to pick up where I left off.  I pulled down my wife's
skirt and helped her to her feet.

   She was blushing as she took her seat.  The atmosphere was thick with
anticipation as everybody silently ate their cake.  I could tell that all
our guests wanted to watch my wife get spanked again.  Erica had an impish
smile, and I decided it was my turn to nudge her.

   "So Erica, how did you like my wife's dessert?"

   "Oh, it's good," she said, and then stopped herself before putting
another bite in her mouth.  She placed the plate on the table.  "But it's a
bit dry."

   Ann lifted her finger, looking like she was going to tell her friend off
for being rude, but it only took a raised eyebrow from Erica to stop her.
The redhead was confidently leaning back against the couch, her long legs
uncrossed as a bidding for my wife to lie down across them.  Ann hung her
head in defeat a moment before getting up.

   We all stared expectantly as she silently lay down over her friend's
lap. Erica didn't disappoint us.  She placed her hands on Ann's thighs, and
slowly moving her palms up over my wife's cheeks, she pulled the skirt up.
Ann was compliant, lifting her hips slightly to let Erica move the skirt up
around her waist.  It was extremely sensuous to watch my wife over another
woman's lap.  The eroticism was emphasized by the way Erica caressed her
smooth cheeks.  I knew Ann had a bi-curious past, and from her heavy breath
I could tell she enjoyed the touch.  Subconsciously, she pushed her ass up
against her friend's hands.  Over Erica's lap, her ass was directed at the
rest of the guests.  She tried keeping her legs together to protect a bit
of modesty, but I guessed that they got at least a peak at her pussy as she
raised her ass.  To my surprise, I realized that I actually hoped they had.

   Ann gasped as Erica surprised her with a slap.  The sound of the swat
rang through the silent room.  Soothingly, Erica caressed the spot where
her hand had landed.  She continued, alternating between slapping and
caressing Ann's ass.  My wife always liked it that way, and her body moved
with her heavy breath.  Before letting my wife go, Erica took a moment to
fondle her ass, making it wiggle for our gratification.

   "There you go," Erica said as she pulled down Ann's skirt.

   She patted Ann's ass one last time before helping her up.  Ann looked
humiliated, but very turned on.  She headed for her seat but stopped when
Erica addressed her husband.

   "What about you, darling?  Can you think of a reason why our hostess
deserves a spanking?"

   You could almost hear the machinery of Fred's brain as he desperately
tried to come up with a reason.  I smiled as I noticed my wife still
standing.  She knew he would think of something.

   "Well..." he began, pausing as he looked at me and Erica.  "Maybe the
fact that our hostess has been walking around without any panties is a good
enough reason?"

   I nodded approvingly.  "Uh-hu, a very good point indeed."

   Ann didn't object.  She just silently walked over and to lie down across
his lap.  He stopped her briefly, only to point out that he was left
handed. She turned, again keeping her ass towards the rest of the guests as
she lay down over his lap.

   "Bare ass, right?" Erica suggested.

   "Of course," I agreed.  An alliance had been formed.

   Fred pulled up her skirt, and just like she had done for Erica, Ann
raised her body.  Perhaps I should have been jealous by the fact that my
wife was laying with her naked ass over another man's lap, but I wasn't. 
My wife may have been calm on the outside, but I knew she was raging with
emotions inside.  The spiral of sexual thrills and embarrassment was
escalating inside her, and I truly wanted her to fully experience the
roller-coaster of sensations she was on.

   But it wasn't just for her pleasure that I wanted this to continue.  As
Fred began spanking her, I felt my cock stir in my pants.  The third person
view of her round cheeks swaying was mesmerizing, and I wasn't the only one
enjoying it.  Glancing around, I could see our guest gazing at the scene
with lust in their eyes.  Their desire for my wife's spankable ass turned
me on even more.  When Fred stopped and covered her ass, I knew I had to
let this evening progress.  Erica, naturally, had the same idea.

   "Oh, look.  Your stockings have ripped," she said and pointed to a small
tear above my wife's knees.  "I guess you just have to take them off."

   My wife didn't even try to object; she was under the submissive spell.
She took off her high heels and placed one foot on the couch table.  It was
sensuous to watch her roll down her stockings, all eyes glued to her smooth
legs.  The notion that we had moved to removing her clothes made it even
more luring to watch.  As she sat down next to me, I felt a strong urge to
have her take off more.

   "You would have many reasons to spank your old mentor, right?" Erica
said to Linh.

   "I don't know," Linh replied.  "It was usually a pleasure working for
her."

   I smiled at Linh's inability to be rude to my wife, even under these
circumstances.  I decided to give her a nudge.

   "I'm sure that's true.  But didn't you think she was a bit unjust to
blame her new assistant for the stuff-up today?"

   Linh smiled nervously, the corner of her mouth twitching as she looked
over my wife.  "Maybe."

   "Well, that's settled then," Erica concluded, turning to Ann.  "Come
here sexy, your assistant needs to give you a little punishment."

   Watching my wife getting spanked by either of our guests came with its
unique exciting flavor.  But watching Linh do it was probably my favorite.
The contrast between her petite frame and my wife's curves was alluring.  I
wanted to emphasize the contrast.  As Ann meekly walked over to Linh, I
stopped her before she was about to lie down.

   "I think you're getting your blouse all wrinkly, honey."

   She turned and stared wide-eyed at me, perfectly aware what I was
hinting at.

   "Would anyone mind if she removed it?"

   It was a poor excuse, and everybody knew it.  But of course, no one
objected.

   "Here, let me help you," I offered.

   Her top button was already undone, and I was pleased to see she had five
more to unbutton.  I smiled at her as I undid the second one.  She looked
adorable as she stood there, her chest heaving with excitement.  I leaned
in and softly kissed her cheek.

   "Let our guests help you with the rest," I instructed, and she inhaled
deeply as she mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen. 
"Fred, do you want to do the next one?"

   I saw him exchange a glance with his wife, and then stand up.  He
grinned impishly as he reached for Ann's blouse.  Her heavy breath was
trembling with excitement, and as if calming her, he leaned in and kissed
her on the other cheek.  She smiled nervously at him, appreciating the
tender gesture.

   "Who's next?" I asked.  I wanted each of the guests to undo a button,
signifying their participation in the unrobing of my wife.  "Mark?  Linh?"

   "I'll do it," Linh said and jumped up.

   She was now an eager participant.  I noticed Linh brush against Ann's
chest as she fiddled with the button, and it clearly wasn't all accidental.
She grinned nervously at my wife's cleavage as the button flung open.  She
gave Ann a peck on the cheek before sitting down.

   "Your turn," she said, nudging her boyfriend.

   As much as he tried, Mark couldn't help gawking at Ann's tits as he
worked on the next button.  He was quick to get it open.  Just like his
girlfriend, he hastedly kissed Ann on the cheek before returning to his
seat.

   Erica grinned widely as she stood up.  Skillfully, she undid the last
button of my wife's blouse with one hand, using the other to press Ann's
face against her lips.  Her puckered lips left a red mark on Ann's cheek,
and she looked pleased with her creation.  She walked behind my wife, and
ceremoniously lowered the blouse off her shoulders.  Everybody stared at
Ann, standing there with her tits overflowing her white lace bra.  The
crimson spots on her chest were a clear sign she was turned on by what she
was experiencing.

   I was pleased that each of our guests had been part of the disrobing. 
We were all in this together now, unified by our craving for my wife's
erotic embarrassment.  But their kisses also signified their affection,
making it clear that the people doing this to her were a group that cared
for her.

   She was about to sit down when I reminded her what she was supposed to
do.  "Weren't you about to lay down in Linh's lap, honey?"

   Her tits swayed in the confine of her bra as she again walked over to
Linh.  As she assumed her place, we all marveled at the sight, my blonde
wife in just her short skirt and bra, lying across the lap of her Asian
friend.  The scene got even more alluring as Linh raised Ann's skirt, once
again exposing her ass.  She caressed Ann, running her dainty hand over my
wife's smooth cheeks.  She was getting bold.  The wine probably helped, but
that wasn't the only thing she was drunk on.

   She started administering the spanking, and just like Erica had done,
she altered between slapping and caressing Ann's ass.  Over Linh's lap, my
wife's head was lying next to Erica.  The redhead scooted over, allowing
Ann to rest her head on Erica's thigh.  As Linh continued spanking, Erica
stroke my wife's hair.  The gesture was both patronizing and loving.

   Linh took her time, and no one complained.  Both women were breathing
heavy when Linh eventually let Ann get up.  My wife pulled down her skirt,
attempting to cover herself.

   It was hard to comprehend the desire I felt, but it was burning
intensely inside me at that moment.  I usually don't ask my wife to flaunt
her body, and she rarely acts exhibitionistly.  But now I desperately
wanted my wife stripped before our friends.  I wanted them to see her naked
body.  And above all, I wanted her to experience the humbling sensation of
being naked, surrounded by her completely dressed friends.

   "You know, honey..." I began.  "Your skirt will get ruined if we
continue this way.  It's better if you just take it off, don't you think?"

   She didn't reply.  She just stood there, taking in what I was asking her
to do.  Eventually, her trembling fingers reached for the zipper of her
skirt, but I stopped her.

   "You might as well take off the bra too.  Why don't you start with that
one?"

   Taking a deep breath, she reached behind her.  Everyone was silent, and
I could hear the unclasping of her bra.  She didn't let it go, holding it
against her chest as if holding on to her dignity.

   "Go on, honey, no one minds."

   It was an obvious understatement.  All our guests were gazing at her
chest, their pupils dilated to take in every bit of her.  Slowly, she let
the bra fall from her chest, exposing herself.  Her pink nipples poked out
invitingly for her audience.  She meekly dropped the bra to the floor.  She
forced herself not to cover up, halting her hands as they instinctively
moved up towards her chest.  Our guests greedily drank in the sight of her
exposed breasts.

   "Good, now the skirt," I instructed.

   She hesitated, and I decided to help her out.  I stood up, trying my
best to conceal my growing erection.  Making sure she was in a spot where
everybody had a clear sight, I got behind her.  The sound as I lowered her
zipper made her shiver.  Hooking my thumbs inside her skirt, I slowly
pulled it down over her hips.  She moaned softly as it traveled down,
exposing her pussy to our guests.  She was smooth, treating our guests to
all the details of her sensuous folds.  Naked, she stood there as they
admired her.

   Absorbed in lustful shame, my wife seemed unsure what to do.  In lack of
a better option, she started clearing the couch table of desert plates. 
I'd normally help, but watching her do this naked was enticing.

   "Very nice cake, honey," I complimented, acting like nothing was out of
the ordinary.

   "Thanks," she said, and I noticed how fragile her voice had gotten since
last she spoke.  "Can I get anybody something else?"

   "What do you say, Fred?  Shall we try that whisky you brought?"

   I wasn't particularly interested in fine beverages at the moment, but
watching my naked wife serving drinks was appealing, to say the least.

   "Sure," he said.

   "Do you want one too, Mark?" my wife asked.

   "No, I'm good with just the beer, thanks."

   We all watched my wife's swaying body disappear into the kitchen. 
Moments later, she returned with two glasses, handing one to Fred and the
other to me.

   I frowned.  "Honey, you know you're not supposed to put ice in a fine
whisky like this."

   "Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized.  "Let me fix that for you."

   "All in due time," I said.  "But I'm sure you agree you need to be
spanked for this lapse."

   Ann hung her head.  "I know." Her eyes darted between me and Fred.  "Who
first?"

   I wasn't sure whether the mistake with the ice was on purpose or not --
I guessed she didn't know herself anymore -- but she was clearly willing to
be spanked for it.  Who first?  Why choose?

   "Let's do it together," I said.  "Here, honey.  Get on the table."

   I placed a pillow on the couch table for the comfort of her knees. 
Holding her hand, I helped her up.  Needing no further instructions, she
leaned over, kneeling on all fours.  It was an incredible sight, my naked
wife displayed like this before our friends.

   I stood on her left side, caressing her naked back, letting my hand
travel down over her ass.  Fred needed no further hints.  He got up and
stood on her other side.  I noticed he too was excited.  But sporting an
erection wasn't offensive at this point.  On the contrary -- anything else
would have been an insult to the eroticism of the moment.

   He followed my lead, fondling her other cheek.  Unanimously, we slapped
her ass, making her moan.  We alternated between spanking and fondling, her
tits pendulating invitingly beneath her.  I let my hand wander up along her
stomach to fondle one of her breasts.  Fred copied my motion, reaching
underneath her for the other one.  Together, we groped and spanked my naked
wife, the scene captivating the three people in the audience.

   When we were done, Ann was getting ready to get up, but Erica stopped
her.

   "You might as well stay there, hun" she said, and then turned to Linh.
"Did you notice how she only offered whisky to the guys?"

   "Oh, that's true!"

   Erica smirked, pleased with Linh's enthusiasm.  "Come on, let's spank
her together."

   They got stood on either side of her.  It only took seconds before
Linh's wandering hand found its way to Ann's dangling breast.  As Erica
slapped Ann's ass, Linh did the same, but it seemed her primary focus was
on my wife's breast.  She played with it, feeling its weight in her petite
hand.  She made it wiggle, even to the point of slapping it lightly.

   Erica spanked my wife a few times, but inspired by Linh's actions, she
too focused increasingly on Ann's tits.  They threw in the occasional
spanking, but it was clear this had turned into a sensual groping session.
I marveled at the sight of two dressed women feeling up my completely naked
wife.  She squealed with pleasure as her friends lightly pinch her
sensitive nipples.

   To signify she was done, Erica gave Ann a series of hard spankings,
making her groan.  As Erica took her seat, Linh remained standing.  She
turned to Mark, looking for an excuse to get him involved.

   "Didn't Ann often make you work late," I hinted.  "Maybe it made you
miss the occasional dinner with your boyfriend?"

   "Yes!" she said.  She tried to look stern.  "Come here, Mark.  Let's
punish her for that."

   He was quick on his feet.  I smirked as Linh switched side, making sure
she'd get a chance to feel up my wife's other breast too.  Together, they
spanked her, Mark copying his girlfriend and groping my wife.  The young
couple grinned at each other, bonding over their excitement of this unusual
experience.

   Linh seemed reluctant, but eventually she stopped and returned to her
seat.  Mark did the same.  Ann looked around, unsure if it was time for her
to get up.  Her ass was pointed at Erica, and the brazen redhead didn't
refrain from embarrassing my wife further.  She stared straight at Ann's
pussy.

   "Looks like you're enjoying this, you dirty girl.  You're dripping wet,
hun!"

   I couldn't see from where I was sitting, but I was sure she was right.

   "I'm surprised she hasn't touched herself yet -- she usually can't help
herself," I said, adding to my wife's embarrassment.

   Ann stared at me, her eyes simultaneously begging me to stop and carry
on.  Increasingly turned on, I knew which appeal to adhere to.

   "Is that true, sweetie?" Erica grilled her.  "There is no need to hold
back on our behalf, you know.  Right Ben?"

   "Certainly not," I agreed.  "Fred, can you throw me the blanket over
there?"

   I held out my hand to my wife, helping her off the table.  I threw the
blanket over it, creating a suitable center stage for her.  She didn't
protest the slightest when I motioned for her to lie down on her back, her
legs too shaky for her to stand up.  I placed the pillow under her head for
comfort.

   "Go on, honey," I urged her.  "Our guests were nice enough to help with
your spanking.  Show them how much you appreciate their effort."

   Laying there, the naked center of attention, my wife glanced around. 
She was so turned on she was trembling, and moaned softly at her own touch
as she caressed herself.  With her legs curled, her feet rested on the edge
of the table.  As she reached down between her legs, she parted her knees.
It gave Erica a clear view straight at her naked pussy, and I noticed Linh
leaning in for a better view.

   Unhindered by their prying eyes, Ann gently caressed her smooth folds.
She moaned sensuously as she found her clit.  As she usually did when
touching herself, she let the other hand caress her breasts.  She kept her
eyes open, not allowing herself to escape the reality of where she was
doing this.  She pinched and pulled softly at her nipple, and her other
hand responded by rubbing intensely at her clit.  Occasionally, she moved
her fingers down to dip them inside herself.

   The decadence was unprecedented.  My wife was masturbating naked on her
makeshift altar, surrounded by her dressed friends and husband.  All eyes
were peeled to her performance, and she knew it.  She was moving quickly
into ecstasy, moans building as she furiously circled her clit.  It didn't
take long before her body started shaking, and she screamed out
uncontrollably with pleasure.

   "Very nice, hun!" Erica complimented.  "That's what I call quality
entertainment!"

   Ann was blushing as she regained the control of her body.  She sat up
and glanced around the room, bashful and adorably cute.  I think part of
her expected this to be the end of her predicament, but the rest of us were
still high on excitement.  Our desire to watch her humbling experience
wasn't over just because she had come for us.  Erica made that clear.

   "Now that you've had some relief, maybe you can get us ladies another
drink?"

   My wife had trouble collecting herself.  "Oh, OK...  Right.  So do you
want a whisky then?"

   Erica smirked.  "No, just wine thanks."

   "For me too," Linh added.

   "Right, and whisky without ice for you two I suppose," Ann said to me
and Fred.  "Do you want another beer Mark?"

   "Yeah, I'll have another one, please."

   We all waited quietly for my wife to return.  She carried the drinks on
a tray.  Placing it on the table, she handed the scotch to me and Fred, and
gave the beer to Mark.  I couldn't get over how sexy it was to watch my
naked wife wait on our guests.  And I wasn't alone.  As she grabbed the
wine bottle and walked over to Erica and Linh, both women leered openly at
her exposed body.  As she poured their glasses, the brash redhead reached
up and fondled Ann's ass.

   "Ah, it's still warm!"

   No one had spanked Ann very hard, but the numbers were adding up.  She
had a pink glow to her cheeks.

   "Here, feel it," Erica continued, guiding my wife before Linh.

   The girl looked cheeky as she fondled my wife's ass.  She gave it a
light slap, making Ann squeal in surprise.  Linh giggled.

   "Let the guys feel it too," Erica coerced.

   She didn't even ask if I was OK with it; my blessing was implied by now.
If there was any jealousy inside me, the excitement of watching my wife's
public embarrassment overshadowed it.  We looked into each other's eyes as
she stood between Fred and Mark, presenting her ass for them.  They
caressed her lightly at first, but soon got carried away, massing her
cheeks.

   "I think our hostess is having a visible effect on our beloved
partners," Erica said, chuckling.

   She was referring to the obvious bulges in their pants.  As Linh stared
at Mark's crotch, he guiltily removed his hand from Ann's ass, attempting
to hide his excitement.  But Fred did not.  Looking at his wife, he just
shrugged his shoulders.  What did she expect?

   "You're right!" Linh agreed, giggling joyfully.  "Shall we spank her for
it?"

   Erica grinned mischievously.  "We could.  Or..."

   She paused, looking at me and then at my wife.

   "Or we could ask her to do something about it."

   Ann's mouth fell open, and her eyes widened.  From her shocked face I
could tell she hadn't expected this.  I was stunned too.  But then again,
was it really an unexpected proposition, given the circumstances?  The room
was submerged in a high tide of intoxicating hormones.

   I was trying to think clearly.  Erica certainly had a way of
manipulating the situation.  I was only then realizing how far the red
devil had won us all over.  But was that really a bad thing?  Her schemes
had brought us to this extraordinary level of sultry sensations.

   But what was she suggesting exactly?  The way Erica had framed her
proposition didn't imply a flat-out gangbang -- I guessed not even she was
prepared for that.  It was something slightly more innocent, and at the
same time more suiting for our attending servant.

   And yet, did I really want my wife to provide some well-needed relief
for our guests?  I tried digging beneath the thick layer of lust that
coated my senses, deliberately looking for traces of jealousy inside me. 
But I couldn't find any.  And why should I?  It wasn't like she'd be doing
anything behind my back.  Far from it.  I'd be right there watching, as
would the partner of the one she'd be servicing.  I felt a rush of
excitement as I realized how embarrassing that would be for her.

   I stared into my wife's eyes as she stood there naked.  She looked
confused, but she was also glowing with submissive sensuality.  The woman
of stature inside her probably dreaded even the option of going through
with what Erica was suggesting.  But that wasn't the side of her we were
savoring tonight.  I winked at her.

   "Well, I guess it isn't very well-mannered for a hostess to provide for
herself and leave the guest wanting, don't you think honey?"

   I watched my words sink in with my wife.  She took a deep breath,
bracing herself.  She turned her face to Erica, shaking her head lightly in
disbelief.  For a moment I thought she was going to call quits on the whole
affair, but as Erica grinned widely back at her, Ann slowly turned around
and sank to her knees.  She looked so delicate.  Kneeling naked on the
floor, she demonstrated her compliance.  But she didn't make any advances.
Someone else had to make the next move.

   "Go on, darling," Erica urged her husband.  "You don't want to miss out
on this, do you?"

   He was baffled, but Erica was right -- he wasn't about to let this
opportunity escape.  As he stood up, he tried to act casual, like he didn't
care one way or the other.  But his eagerness for my wife's service shined
through.

   I shifted my chair for a better look.  I wanted to see her face, and
more importantly, I wanted her to know her husband would be watching.  Her
hand quivered slightly as she reached for Fred's zipper.  The sound as she
lowered it was like the starting signal of a race into unknown territory.
She seemed determined to abide with her task, and we all held our breath as
she reached inside his pants and set his erection free.  She stared at it,
as if her mind was just catching up with what she had done.  Holding on to
his shaft, she turned to me, as if asking me if I really wanted her to go
through with it.  I nodded softly.

   She acted like she was in slow motion.  Tilting her head backwards, she
looked up at Fred, and then turned her gaze back to the cock pointing at
her face.  Slowly, she opened her mouth wide and leaned forward.  Fred
grunted as she wrapped her lips around his cock.

   It was certainly somewhat odd to watch my wife on her knees, sucking
cock.  For the past ten years, her mouth had only worked its magic on me.
But I felt no hostility.  Instead, I was overcome by a sense of erotic
rapture.  Watching her sexual display had always turned me on, and this
courtside seat gave me the perfect view.  It was like watching an erotic
movie, only the star was my devoted wife.

   Others were equally hypnotized by the display.  Erica, Linh and Mark
stared with gaping mouths at my wife's performance.  Everyone was too
aroused to talk, and the sloppy sound of her increasingly eager mouth
filled the room.

   Linh's hand wandered absentmindedly over her boyfriend's body.  As it
found his erection, she gave it a soft squeeze.  Realizing what she was
doing, she looked down on it, then back at my wife.  With shaky fingers,
she lowered his zipper, and fished out his erection.  She panted as she
wrapped her fingers around it.  It looked big in her petite hand.  She gave
him a few strokes, but then let him go.

   "Go on," she whispered.  "Let her do it."

   Mark didn't hesitate.  He quickly got up and stepped over before my
wife. She looked up at him, and then at his cock.  It was begging for
attention, and she reached out and guided him to her mouth.  The R-rated
show had just gotten steamier.

   Ann moved her mouth between them.  From her moans I could tell she
enjoyed being a good hostess.  Adding to the decadence, I reached for my
glass and raised it to the women in the couch.  Erica beamed back, and
grabbed her glass to return my salutation.  Linh however couldn't divert
her eyes from the explicit scene before her, enchanted by the sight of her
former mentor sucking her boyfriend's cock.

   "Fuck her tits," Linh instructed, too intoxicated by her lust to be
restrained.

   Erica grinned, amused by the extroverted vulgarity coming from the
previously so timid girl.

   "Go on boys," she said.  "You heard her."

   Ann let the generous amount of saliva in her mouth drool down between
her tits.  Ready to serve, she pressed her tits together.  Mark accepted
the invitation, bending his knees slightly as he squeezed his cock in
between her breasts.  Linh was glued to the sight as her boyfriend began
pumping his cock back and forth.  As he backed away, Fred quickly replaced
him.  The two took their turns a few times, until Ann found a way to lean
back and accept Fred's cock in her mouth as Mark kept sliding his cock
between her tits.  They found their rhythm, and it wasn't long before the
inevitable was getting close.

   "I want you to cum on her tits," Linh continued her instructions.  Her
mouth twitched nervously for a second, as if she just realized how
inappropriate she was.  But she was too far gone to care.

   Mark moved back slightly.  He pumped his cock, aiming for my wife's
tits. She held them together as an inviting target.  Linh's command was
probably meant for her boyfriend, but my wife's chest was appealing to Fred
as well.  He too began stroking himself before Ann.  Moments later, both
men erupted, shooting long white strands across her tits.  They grunted,
and my wife moaned as the cum splashed against her tits.

   As the frenzy settled, Ann remained kneeling.  She held up her cum
covered tits, as if displaying them for the audience.  She looked at me for
directions, and when I didn't immediately give her any, she turned to
Erica.

   The redhead grinned cunningly and stood up.  My jaw dropped as she
reached under her dress and yanked down her panties.  She threw them aside
as she sat down again.  Reaching for the hem of her dress, she pulled it up
to her waist.  Her pussy was absolutely gorgeous, completely shaved except
for a narrow strip of red hair that pointed down to her sweet spot. 
Emphasized by her high heels, her slender legs looked even longer than
usual, and she shamelessly spread them wide as an invite.  My wife stared,
but made no move.

   "Surely you're not just attending to the needs of your male guest, hun?"
she said.

   Ann walked on her knees over to her friend, her cum covered tits
bouncing with her movement.  She turned her head briefly to look at me, as
if making sure I was watching.  Of course I was.  Here was my wife,
kneeling between the legs of her friend, prepared to pleasure her.  My cock
pressed against the confines of my pants.

   Erica gently guided my wife to her pussy.  Both women yelped as Ann
gently kissed her friend's folds.

   "Ooh," Erica gasped.  "Just like back in college."

   She looked around, grimacing wickedly as she boldly met the eyes of the
four onlookers.  I had guessed -- or perhaps wished -- that my wife's
experimentation had involved her sexy redhead friend.  At that moment,
however, I was having trouble processing Erica's words.  I was too
mesmerized by the erotic scenery.  Erica winked at me before turning her
gaze back to the woman worshiping her enticing pussy.

   She ground her hips, rubbing her pussy against my wife's hungry mouth.
As Ann increased the intensity of her tongue, the redhead gasped and
moaned. She was putting on a steamy show, her lustful exclamations mixing
with the sopping sound of my wife's tongue.  The audience was captivated.

   Erica may have exaggerated her performance for the benefit of her
spectators, but her pleasure was genuine.  Her squeals escalated.  Grabbing
Ann by the back of her head, she pressed my wife's face against her pussy.
The dominant act made Ann moan.  She greedily lapped at her friend's pussy,
driving the redhead into ecstasy.

   "Oh, fuck!" Erica yelled in fervor.  "I'm coming!  I'm coming on your
fucking tongue!"

   She screamed out with unrecognizable profanities as her body began to
shake uncontrollably.  My wife kept flicking her tongue over her Erica's
clit, determined to give her friend a mind-blowing climax.  As the squeals
subsided, Ann switched to gentle kisses.  Erica sighed with satisfaction as
she regained her composure.  She stared lovingly down at my wife.

   "Ah, that's even better than I remember it," she said, stroking Ann's
head.  She turned to Linh.  "What do you say?  You wanna have a go too?"

   Ann lifted her head from between Erica's legs.  She looked at Linh.  She
still had a humbled expression, with maybe a hint of reluctance inside her.
But above all, she had an aura of sensual yearning.

   Linh lusted too, but she hesitated.  She looked sheepishly at me and
Fred, and then at Mark.

   "I don't think your boyfriend minds, honey," Erica asserted.

   Mark chuckled nervously.  No man dared to talk at this point, fearing it
might break the sapphic spell.

   "I know," Linh said, her voice wavering.  "But I don't know if I
should..."

   "Oh I think you definitely should," Erica shot in.  "And I'm sure our
hostess thinks so too."

   Ann nodded.

   "Go on, tell her," Erica urged.

   Ann shuffled over and knelt before Linh.  She looked a mess, glistening
with Erica's wetness around her mouth and cum dripping from her tits.  Her
shiny blue eyes glowed with a hunger for servitude.

   "Linh, if you want..." she began, her voice shivering with desire.  She
paused, as if tasting the words in her mouth before letting them out.  "If
you let me, I would love to pleasure you too." She paused again, looking up
at her former assistant with pleading eyes.  "May I lick you?"

   "Oh god," the girl panted, quivering with excitement.

   My wife's sultry words were intoxicating for me too.  Assuming her
lesbian tendencies were a thing of the past, I had only dreamed I'd get to
see this side of her.  Now she was exposing it before us all.

   Erica giggled.  "Oh, how could you possibly say no to that?!  You don't
know what you're missing, girl."

   "I...  I want to," Linh said, nearly whispering.  "But I don't think I
can in front of everybody."

   "I'm sure our hostess wouldn't mind serving you in private," Erica
continued her coercion.  "But I think I have a better idea if you're
feeling shy."

   Of course she did.  She never seemed to run out of ideas, especially
when it came to my wife's sexual humbling.  I was very grateful for her
innovativeness.  She stood up and held out her hand, inviting Linh to her
feet.  The girl stood up, both eager and hesitant.

   "Now, you lay down, hun," Erica directed my wife.  "On your back."

   Ann followed the instructions without any delay.  Flat on her back, she
laid naked with her two dressed friends looking down at her.  Erica turned
to Linh.

   "And you take off your shoes."

   Linh followed the instructions, her legs shaky as she removed them.

   "And your panties," Erica added nonchalantly, as if it couldn't possibly
be an issue for the girl to do it.

   Linh warily scanned the room, cautious of the prying eyes.  She
exchanged a few glances with her boyfriend.  His elated grin was silently
pleading with her to go on.  Her hands trembled with excitement as she
pulled up her dress far enough to reach her panties, making sure her dress
protected her modesty.  She quickly yanked them down.  Not sure what to do
with them, she tossed them to her boyfriend.  He caught them and held them
tight, as if were they a precious gift.

   Linh must have figured out what Erica had in mind.  She didn't appear
particularly astounded when the redhead guided her up on the couch,
standing with one foot on either side of my wife's head.  With her mouth
open, Ann stared hungrily straight up between Linh's legs.

   Needing no further hints from Erica, Linh relaxed her legs to kneel over
my wife's head, concealing it with her splayed out dress.  She rearranged
it behind her in what appeared to be a mixed attempt to keep my wife's tits
in clear vision, and her dress away from the cum that coated them.  She
failed slightly at the later, but was too turned on to care.  She slowly
lowered her body further down.

   "I can't believe I'm...  Ooh!"

   My wife's tongue interrupted her.  Shocked by the sensation, she raised
herself up again.  It was adorable, and I couldn't help chuckling.  It
didn't deter her though.  With a puzzled expression, she again sunk down
towards my wife's eager mouth.  She flinched as Ann's tongue obviously
found its target once more, but this time she didn't move away.

   "Oh my..."

   Linh panted, staring wide-eyed into oblivion as she focused on the
sensation.  We couldn't see what Ann was doing under Linh's dress, but the
sound of her lapping tongue was giving us a good idea.  Linh's sensual
moans conveyed her appreciation.

   Linh seemed to get increasingly absorbed by the experience.  She started
to grind her hips, and as her excitement built, she grew bolder.  She
looked over her shoulder.  Drawn to my wife's swaying breasts, she reached
behind her.  She greedily groped Ann, massaging the cum into her chest.

   Lured out of her constrained shell, Linh had lost all inhibitions.  She
began moving up and down, and from the wet squishing sound it seemed she
was riding my wife's darted tongue.  Her wailing intensified until she
suddenly froze up.  Still with one hand on Ann's breast, she used the other
to hold Ann's head steady between her legs.  With an ear-piercing cry, her
body began to tremble.  She screamed out with what appeared to be
Vietnamese obscenities, creating a sensuous choir with my wife's muffled
moans.

   Coming back to her senses, Linh's face turned a timid red.  She didn't
look regretful, but unmistakably shocked by her own behavior.  Erica held
out her hand, helping the girl to dismount my wife's face.  She giggled
nervously as she realized how weak her legs were.  She stumbled over to her
boyfriend, who greeted her with a passionate embrace.

   "Here are you panties," he said in a dumbfounded whim as he handed them
to her.  She quickly snatched them from his hand, trying to hide them in
her palm.

   Ann looked even more flustered.  Her eyes flickered as she adjusted to
the light.  Her face was glistening with Linh's affectionate marking.  As
she sat up and looked down on her cum glazed tits, a drop of saliva fell
from her chin.  I could tell her head was spinning with emotions.  It must
have been an outrageously humbling sensation to sit there in her scandalous
state, surrounded by dressed people staring at her.

   But she didn't try to hide her body, or wipe away the evidence of the
sultry service she had provided for our guests.  Instead, she straightened
her back.  She was glowing with submissive pride, content with her
servitude.  Her breath was heavy as she looked at me.  Signifying her
compliance, she even parted her legs, allowing us all to peer at her
shining wet pussy.

   It was more than I could take.  I stood up and assertively marched over
to my wife.  She stared up at me with expectant eyes.

   "Get on your hands and knees," I ordered.

   She purred longingly as she followed my instructions.  I removed my
jacket but adhering to the dress code, I kept the rest of my clothes on. 
Kneeling behind her on the couch, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my
cock.  In one steady motion, I pushed all the way inside my wife's
welcoming pussy.  Ann moaned with submissive gratification as I began to
fuck her with steady, domineering thrusts.

   The sight of her round ass moving with the force of my hips urged me to
slam in to her even harder.  It only took a minute before she screamed out
in pleasure, her body ecstatically writhing as her pussy contracted around
my cock.  I held on to her hips, forcefully riding her through her orgasm.

   I was desperate for release myself, but I held back.  As turned on as
she was by her experiences, I knew she had more inside her.  I wanted to
give her all the pleasure she deserved.  Barely giving her a chance to come
down, I continued to drive my cock in and out of her.  She seemed dazzled
at first, but soon panted and moaned again, building up to another climax.

   Following the theme of the evening, I started slapping her ass.

   "Oh, yes!" she yelled.  "Spank me.  Please, spank me!"

   I glanced at the spectators.  They had paired up, Linh and Mark on the
other section of the couch, and Erica in Fred lap on chair.  They were
gently caressing each other, staring at our carnal exhibition with hazed
eyes.  I noticed my wife looking around too, and their peering eyes seemed
to drive her wild.  She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. 
Within seconds, she was coming again.

   "Yes, fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

   I obliged.  Grabbing her round hips with bot hands, I slammed forcefully
against her.  Unable to hold back any longer, I came with her.  Mesmerized
by my wife's demeanor throughout the evening, my powerful release was a
tribute to her brave submission.  Grunting and moaning, I pressed my hips
hard against her ass, erupting with load after load deep inside her.  The
climax was mind-blowing, and for a moment I forgot that we weren't alone.

   "Bravo!" Erica exclaimed, initiating applause and cheers from the
audience.  "I think that's a splendid finale to a splendid evening!"

   She rose abruptly and pulled her husband up with her.  I still had my
cock buried deep inside my naked wife, who was kneeling on all fours. 
Erica grinned at our predicament.  Looking at Ann, she mimed a phone with
her hand.

   "I'll call you tomorrow, hun.  No need to get up, we will let ourselves
out." She giggled.  "Honestly, I need to fuck my husband, and I don't want
to steal the show."

   "Uhm, we should leave too," Linh said, pulling her eyes away from my
wife's body.

   She jumped up, and Mark stumbled after her.  I had no words, merely
nodding at our guests as they prepared to leave.  They chuckled their way
down the hallway.  But Linh came running back.  My wife was still bent over
in front of me, and the girl grinned evasively as she knelt down by Ann's
head.  She leaned in and kissed my wife softly on her stunned lips.

   "Thank you," she whispered.  She then jumped up with bubbly energy, and
waved coyly at me as she disappeared again.

   The door closed, and my wife and I were abruptly left alone.  I slowly
slipped out of her, and she rolled over.  She was an explicitly sinful
sight.  Her lipstick was smeared around her mouth, mixing with Erica's and
Linh's juices.  And her tits shined with the cum the guys had sprayed her
with.  The token of our mind-shattering release was running down her
thighs. She was gleaming with wanton gratification, the embodiment of
sexual indulgence.  Yet, there was something frail to her appearance.  I
couldn't think of anything relevant to say, and smiled warmly at her.  She
diffidently smiled back.

   "We should probably clean up a bit," she said, her voice unassertive as
she looked down over her sticky breasts.  "Why don't you go first: I need
to collect myself a bit, if you don't mind?"

   "Of course."

   The glistening gifts provided by Erica and Linh were alluring, and I
briefly craved to taste them on her face.  But they were offerings for my
wife, and I kissed her softly on her forehead, the only place on her face
that wasn't covered with her friend's juices.

   I disrobed as I strode to the bathroom.  As the water poured over my
body, I started to question my judgment.  Had I let things get out of hand?
Sure, it had been an amazing experience, and watching her get manhandled by
our friends had turned me on more than I could possibly have imagined.  And
I was sure she felt the same.  Her powerful orgasms were unequivocal
testimonies to this.

   But had I pushed her further than she could handle?  She had been
spanked, stripped and groped by her friends.  She had shown them all her
submissive urges, and masturbated before them.  And as the perfect hostess,
she had pliantly pleasured them all with her mouth.  I had fucked her
forcefully, letting them watch as she repeatedly came on my cock.  Thinking
about it all sent thrills through my body, but I was also feeling guilty.
Would she be able to look them all in the eyes again after letting them see
and do all this?

   I called out to my wife as I exited the bathroom, letting her know I was
done.  Still giving her space in case she needed it, I went in to our
bedroom and waited for her.  I recollected the evening in my head, flipping
between excitement and remorse.  She took her time in the bathroom, and I
got increasingly worried.

   But as she joined me in our bedroom, I immediately felt more hopeful. 
She was naked, but no longer the embarrassed woman I had seen throughout
the evening.  She had washed away her submissive role, along with the
sinful evidence of her wild evening.  She smiled confidently at me.

   "It's got a nice pink hue," she said, turning around to show me her ass.

   "It suits you," I complimented, relieved that she seemed content.

   "I believe it does."

   She straddled me, and we tenderly kissed.  We stared into each other's
eyes, sharing a moment of satisfied recognition of our unusual evening.

   "I can't believe this just happened," I said.  "It was so hot!"

   "It most certainly was.  Thanks for letting me have that experience."

   We kissed again, her lips increasingly amorous.

   "So I take it I don't have to worry about having pushed things too far?"
I asked.

   She smirked knowingly.  "You pushing?  You can be so naive sometimes."

   I looked at her with confusion.

   "Do you really think I would make mistakes like this?" she continued.

   "You mean...?"

   "Yes, Erica and I have been planning this for months."

   Speechless, I just stared at her.

   "I told her about this fantasy of mine, and she convinced me we had to
make it real.  I was originally going to involve you in the planning, but
it would have ruined the best part."

   "Which was...?"

   "The thrill of not knowing where you would draw the line."

   I was silent for a moment as her words sank in.

   "So you planned the whole thing?  The emails, the mistakes with the cake
and drinks?"

   She nodded.

   "Everything, even down to...?"

   I paused, contemplating how to suitably formulate what she had done.  I
decided the situation allowed for crudity.

   "So you planned licking your friends' pussies, and sucking off their
partners?!"

   My question came off more accusing than I felt, but my wife wasn't taken
aback by it.

   "Well, no.  That was Erica doing some improv."

   She leaned in and whispered in my ear.  "But you certainly seemed to
like it."

   I couldn't deny it, especially since she grabbed on to my hardening
cock. She guided me inside her again, and as she began to ride me, she
looked into my eyes as she continued.

   "I'm glad Erica pushed things this far, even making me lick my friend's
cunts and suck off their partners."

   "Oh, you liked that, did you?" I panted, enjoying the dirty words coming
out of my wife's mouth.

   "U-hu.  And don't forget -- we're having dinner at their place next
time. Erica better be a damn good hostess then!"

   The end.