After my wife's sort of Christmas Party, we went home and spent the weekend fucking like rabbits. Since she changed jobs six months ago, it was not a particularly unusual weekend event. We both confirmed that our biggest turn-on was around dancing with strangers. My wife just adored dancing in revealing outfits and being groped by strangers. It got her so horny she could hardly move and was then open to anything. My biggest turn-on was watching it happen to her. I hadn't yet seen her dragged from the dancefloor somewhere else to get fucked, but I was hopeful.
I should invite her to my Christmas party. Or at least to join us when we moved to a public bar. The sales guys would move in, and I could watch. Then I realised that at least a dozen people had met my wife at the summer barbeque. So, the madness of the idea went away, and we decided that New Year's Eve would work. We usually go to friends, but we thought that if we did that earlier, we could join a couple of her work colleagues at the warehouse club they discussed, the one with the dark dancefloor where anything went.
I brought her a black dress outfit that worked as a Christmas present. It was conservative enough for a friend's evening but boring enough that even my mother would say nothing. It was a black dress around knee length made of imitation leather. On the top was a matching jacket covering up the top underneath. The top had a V-neck and looked fine in the gap of the coat. It was made of the same black fake leather but was stretchy and clinging. It was slightly transparent, but she wore a full bra underneath. You could see the cups of the bra but nothing of her nipples.
Nobody made anything of it, but a quick adjustment turned it into something else when we left in a car for the club. Removing the bra turned the top almost transparent. Her breasts were nearly visible, the nipples poking out with the material clinging to every ridge. The top was acceptable under the jacket, but you realised it only covered her front when removed. String held it to the front of her body. The skirt had three zips from the bottom right to the waistband. Even half undone, you could see the cleats of her stockings.
We had VIP tickets at the club, courtesy of work. Some of the other hostesses helped in the VIP area in the evening. My wife had not been asked yet, but I might get her to do so after that night. I was also a little concerned about meeting two of the single hostesses. I wasn't sure how we could explain how Cousin Karl (as they knew me) would be taking out a married woman on New Year's Eve. I need not worry as the two of them were pretty wasted and didn't even look at me when they were there. They focussed entirely on my wife.
They liked my wife's outfit but decided the zips should be entirely undone now we were inside and up in the VIP section. Quite a few guys were in the same area, but they were drunk, too. I was ignored as my wife was introduced to several guys. There was no peck on the cheek but a full-blown snog. As they wrapped their arms around her back, they homed in on the zip exposing her ass, sliding their fingers inside. My wife leaned into each kiss and, once groped, sometimes slid a leg up to make their passage easier.
She was in full-blown slut mode already, and we had only been there ten minutes. The effect on me, though, was to get me hard. What helped was a couple of other women, potentially with the guys, who were feeling up my wife. They came over and introduced themselves with a tongue inside my mouth. And leaned into me to ensure they could check out my hard cock. I'm a little larger than average, not a patch on Karl or Dick, but not bad. As my wife was dragged off to dance in the dark VIP section just behind us, one of them dragged me along, too.
Our group worked their way into the far corner, where my wife was 'dancing' with two guys. Fortunately, the woman I was with seemed as interested in watching what was happening to my wife as I was. So we ground against each other and made out a little as the two guys in front made the most of it. The front of the top she wore was pretty stretchy, as were the strings holding it together. In moments, they had pulled her left breast out of the top, and one of the guys initially rubbed it with his fingers before sucking it.
The other guy was standing to one side, making out pretty heavily. With his spare hand, he pulled up the front flap of her skirt and tucked it into her waist. This left her whole pussy area open to view, and a few other guys moved closer to get a better look. It was pretty dark, but the white of her groin framed against the black shirt and black stockings stood out. His fingers started to maul her lower lips, pulling them apart before sticking in one finger, then two, then three. It wasn't long before I could see the tell-tale motions of her body approaching orgasm.
As she came, the guy with the fingers inside her stopped making out so she could make a noise. He also twisted her over his hip so her pussy was raised and more visible. There were probably around forty people in the VIP dance area. All of them crowded around to watch my wife jerk into a very loud, hard orgasm. I shook pretty hard with the sheer wantonness of it, so much so that my dance partner whispered that I could do that to her if I wanted. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. I had never been offered another woman since I was married.
I knew that I wanted to see my wife come again, which wasn't going to be very long, judging by the speed with which those three fingers were pushing in and out of her soaking pussy. At least there were no squelching sounds as the music was so loud. Part of me wondered if she would squirt again. Another guy moved in on her other side, partially blocking my view. I didn't need to see his hands, just the movement of his arm, sawing over her pussy as she came again. This time, she jackknifed with the pure pleasure of it. Two of the guys put their arms around her and held her upright.
The VIP dance floor was pretty dark but not dark enough to hide the whiteness of my wife's pussy glistening with her juices. I looked up at her face and saw the look that she gave me after a hard day at the office. She needed cock, ideally a bigger one than mine, but if that weren't available, then mine would do. The woman I was dancing with leaned in and asked, 'Is that your wife? They are about to fuck her now, so if you want to stop it, now would be a good time to drag her back to the bar'.
'I can fuck her anytime; in fact, she wants more fucking than I can cope with. I rarely see her getting fucked in the flesh, so I'm delighted to let your friends fill her to the brim.' I replied, and she moved her hand down to check I was rock hard. I watched as the guy behind wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her up and let her face fall forward onto the shoulder of the guy who had fingered her. They made out as, with his other hand, the guy behind undid his trousers, letting them drop to his ankles. Pulling out his cock from his boxers, he pulled my wife onto it.
The guy in front looked around to see if there were any bouncers to tell him off, and when he saw none, he also let his strides drop, eased out his cock and let my wife's face fall onto it. This was amazing; two guys we had met no more than half an hour ago were spit-roasting my wife, and she loved it. Three or four other guys moved around her to see better and ensure nobody stopped it. The woman I was dancing with, who it turned out was the wife of the guy having a blob job, moved us in for a closer look.
She grabbed my hand and steered it towards her pussy, then once I had a couple of fingers inside her, grabbed my wife's breast. She leaned into me, and we started making out, but we were both looking at my wife. I found myself mentioning that my wife loves it a little rough, and within seconds, the woman leaned over to her husband and the guy fucking her to tell them my wife loves it rough. As the guy behind started slamming into her so hard he took her off her feet, I wondered if I had made a mistake telling the woman that.
Her husband also got into the act. Grabbing hold of my wife's head, he started to pump her back and forward so he was fucking her face. I was a little worried when I saw on the other side my wife's hand reach out to slip inside the fly of the bloke rubbing up against her. I was wrong to worry. My wife loved this, and I could see her body shaking with the onset of a big orgasm. The guy now slamming his cock into my wife was looking like he was coming, and with a roar, you could hear over the music, he thrust in hard, up onto his tiptoes, so my wife was in the air.
As he shuddered to an intense orgasm, the guy fucking her face didn't slow down at all. He kept her head in place and started to thrust his hips forward and back. As he did so, the guy behind pulled out and allowed someone else to take his place. The husband of the lady who had my fingers in her pussy started to hump on my hand in time, with her mate thrusting into my wife's mouth. There seemed to be a race to arrive first. They pretty much came together, my wife taking it all down her throat. As he pulled away, her makeup was all smeared, and dribble ran down her chin.
It was only a few seconds before another cock was in her mouth. The husband and wife redressed themselves, leaving their friends to take my wife one after another. As she left, the wife passed a card into my hand. In case I wanted to see my wife get well fucked again, I should get in touch. It didn't seem long after that that the DJ announced that midnight would be in fifteen minutes, and we should all make our way to the bar for a toast. Suddenly, drinking and midnight seemed more important than sex. My wife was left to fall against my body. She could hardly hold herself up.
Home seemed the sensible option to me. We had fun, and it seemed the crowd was looking to get drunk now. There may be more sex, but not for ages and maybe not at all. I zipped her skirt back up and put on her jacket to make her look normal. As I dragged her out with my arm around her, I just felt that others thought she was drunk. Not fucked to a frazzle. We got to the car quickly, and I felt glad I did not drink that evening. After all, watching my wife getting felt up and fucked by strangers was way more exciting.
