The Company Partners & My Wife

My wife Sonia is 27 and I, Kolin, turned 28 just last week. We have been married 3 years, and we have a great life. We neither of us want kids, well not just now. Life is good and we are enjoying it too much to have it stopped with having to care for a baby.

Sonia supported me through collage, sometimes holding down two jobs. I was hired straight out of college and rapidly rose to become, in two years, the Companies youngest Executive Designer. With the promotions the money flowed in and, we went from a one bed studio apartment over a furniture store to a 3-bedroom penthouse apartment in the affluent city district.

I have been working to get a promotion to Junior Partner in the Company. The Partner position is a big deal; it will open up a whole new world to us. There are perks I have heard whispers of, Company villas, which we can get for vacations. Company jets, cars, and an expense account rumoured to be unlimited.

I was told by Elliot Range, the Senior Partner, "The Partners is an exclusive club and, members are required to sign an NDA," which explained why only rumours existed of the lavish perks.

I had been marked for promotion after the partners met my wife and myself after the completion of my Florida Business and Golf complex project celebration.

The Partners, all congratulated me on my delivery of a very lucrative project and, my charming, beautiful wife. They seemed as impressed with my wife as they were with my project. I thought it a little strange but just put it down to a bunch of old stuffy men admiring an attractive young woman. Perhaps missing their youth, the one thing all their money can't buy.

The day arrived and I was called to the Boardroom. I walked in and was greeted with smiles and handshakes. All fourteen of the Partners were there, their fine suits made my suit, though expensive, look less than cheap. They made me feel welcome though, I felt a little self-conscious about my suit.

Elliot put a hand on my shoulder sensing my discomfort, "Listen, here's our tailors' card, he'll sort you out and, of course, it's on the Company account. He will fit you for several suits, work and social, shirts, shoes etc."

I thanked him, apologetically looking at my suit. "Now My Boy, listen, we have a get together this weekend. It is a mandatory gathering of the Partners and the wives, those that still have them." he laughs, "we're not in the flushes of youth as you are."

I took it meant that many of the partners wives had passed or perhaps been divorced. "Yes Sir, of course we'll be there."

Elliot spoke in a friendly tone, please, you're a Partner, call me Elliot. We are all on first name terms. You should go to see the tailor as soon as possible. You'll need suitable attire for the evening, he will know exactly what you need. He usually asks for a few fitting visits. He should be able to accommodate you in time for the weekend."

The next day I had been measured for my suits, and I asked that the evening suit be ready Saturday morning. The tailor was a bit sniffy but said, "Sir it will be ready, but I will need you to have at least one fitting so I can make final alterations, Friday morning?" I agreed and that was that, or so I thought.

I arrived home and Sonia was waiting at the door when I pulled up. "Hi Honey, everything okay?" I asked.

She gave me a wave holding an envelope. "It's from the Partners. It is a very, and I mean a very, detailed dress code for the weekend." She smirked and ushered me inside.

"I know it's black tie; I have been to the tailor's this morning..."

"Oh, no your fine, it's my Dress Code" she said, again smirking.

"What do you mean, we just spent a fortune on your dress?"

"Well, I think the Company spent a fortune on my dress." She corrected me. "I think the dress is fine, thank goodness, it's everything else." She gave me a wide-eyed look and then giggled. "Read this."

I took the letter and read.

1. Wives will dress in black evening gown, designer guests' choice.

2. Shoes are to be stiletto heel, black.

Now it seemed a bit stuffy but nothing that I thought would cause Sonia to react the way she had. But I read on.

3. Black Stockings not tights or bear legs, shall be worn.

4. All lingerie is to be black. Garter belts are preferable, but hold-ups are acceptable.

There were several other stipulations about jewellery, purses and hair styles though all these were just stated as, 'Guests choice'.

I read it twice and even still; I was baffled that the Company would lay out details of what the wives' underwear should be. "I don't know what to say Honey."

She giggled, "I think your Partners are all perverts."

"No, I think they..."

She cut in and said, "Did the Company dictate what type and colour underwear you had to wear?"

"No, but the tailor knows what the Company standards are he'll putting everything together, shirts, ties, shoes etc. So, maybe shorts and socks too."

Sonia said, "You realise all those dirty old men are going to know what I have on under my dresses?" She giggled kind of kinky, don't you think?"

I sucked in a deep breath contemplating her words before bursting out laughing. "I don't think it's any kind of kinky thing... okay it is a bit odd, but I'm sure it's nothing like that."

Sonia smirked again, "Maybe not, but I still have to go shopping, again."

"Shopping, you have lots of black lingerie!"

With a smug smile she said, "Yeah, but as the Company are paying, I may as well get some new, and rather expensive, sexy lingerie."

I, of course, didn't argue as I would be the one to enjoy the fruits of the shopping spree.

Friday, I visited the tailor and had my fitting in the morning. The suit was something to behold. I was a black evening suit and fitted perfectly and felt and looked incredible. I thought I looked like James Bond, when fully dressed. I was furnished with two shirts, black bow tie and, a lesson on how to tie it. Shoes, and yes, a selection of underwear and socks, all black.

I returned home to find Sonia booking to have her hair and makeup done in our apartment next day. "You're not going to do your own hair and makeup?" I say when she gets off the phone.

"You kidding? The custom dress alone was $3500, lingerie almost $700, shoes..."

"What, the dress was only $320?"

"Oh, that was the first dress, the one we bought before we got the Company dress code."

"Yeah, but it was black, why did you need to buy another?"

"It wasn't a big-name designer, and the letter stated 'Designer' was my choice. So, when I went shopping for lingerie, I went past Carolina Herrera and saw the most incredible dress. I had it altered to fit perfectly."

"It's a good job we have an expense account or I'd be broke." I still felt a little worried about her big spend. It was not like her to be so reckless with money.

"Honey, I just want to look the best I can for you," she spoke in her little-girl voice, "I know how important it is that we fit-in. Tomorrow night we will be in the company of millionaires."

She was right, Elliot was reputed to be a billionaire, and his wife was a from 'Old Money' and worth millions herself. We did have to blend-in with the rest of the Partners. I recalled how uncomfortable I had felt meeting the Partners in, what I believed to be a high-end tailored suit, only to discover a whole new level of High-end.

"Yes, you're right, we do need to fit in and though I have no idea what my suit cost, it must be in the thousands."

Sonia clapped her hands with excitement. "We are going to be the most glamorous couple there tomorrow; I can't wait for you to see me in my dress."

"I think I will be more excited to see you in your new lingerie." I smiled.

"Ah, get your mind out of the gutter, you naughty boy." She laughed.

The next evening, I dressed and I did struggle with the bow tie, but with the help of You Tube, I nailed it. I looked at myself in the mirror and wow, I could hardly believe it was me looking back. When Sonia appeared, I was more blown away by her, she looked like she belonged on the red carpet at some big Hollywood awards ceremony.

She joined me at the mirror and took my arm. We gazed at ourselves, and I hardly recognised us. Her dress was black silk with a slit in the front and down the back, just formal enough to be elegant but revealing enough that I kept glancing at the swells of her breasts peeking through the plunging neckline. She had on stiletto heels that made her legs look impossibly long. I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away.

The doorbell rang, snapping us back to reality. It was our chauffeur driven car--another perk --and suddenly the evening's strangeness hit me fully. The car was a sleek black Bentley; the leather seats cool under my palms as I helped Sonia in. As we pulled away, she adjusted one of her garters discreetly, and I realized with a jolt that the stockings were the kind that required them. That small innocent adjustment looked so incredibly sexy, and I felt my cock respond. I quickly focused out the side window, or I would have a full erection which would not be a good look when we arrived.

Sonia caught me staring and sudden change of focus, and gave a knowing smirk, running a hand along her thigh where the silk dress clung. "See something you like, Mr. Junior Partner?" she murmured, her voice low and teasing. The car's partition was up, sealing us in our own little world of leather and hushed luxury. Her fingers traced the seam of her stocking.

I swallowed hard again, "This dress code was going to be the death of me." I whispered.

Sonia was enjoying my discomfort and her naughty side kicked in.

She stroked my thigh and whispered, "Would Mr. Junior Partner like to see more?" Without waiting for my response, she swept the black silk, so it fell either side of her long slender legs revelling her stocking tops and the garter belt straps. She purred into my ear, "Mr. Junior Partner likes what he sees, especially somewhere outside the privacy of the bedroom. Anyone on the street could look in and see and, I know how much that excites you, Mr. Junior Partner."

Her fingers danced along the straps and my cock twitched traitorously against my trousers. I glanced nervously at the darkened windows--technically tinted, but not opaque. Sonia exhaled a soft laugh against my neck, her breath warm, before teasingly sliding her dress back into place just as the Bentley rounded a corner, pressing her against me. "Relax," she murmured, her hand settling possessively high on my thigh. "Just concentrate on all the pretty lit store fronts, you don't want an embarrassing bulge when we arrive." She let out an uncontrollable giggle and then apologised, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she put on her little-girl voice and pouted, "sorry Honey... forgive me?"

I sucked in a deep breath, "Of course I forgive," I sighed with a smile, "but I need to...slacken off before we get there."

I only had a few minutes to try and regain my composure as I saw the sign for the Hotel. The Company had booked the whole top floor of the Hotel for tonight's event. Each Partner had a suite and there was a private function room where we were to all meet. Thankfully the sight of the Hotel and the prospect of meeting all the Partners and their wives and how we would blend in, took my mind off my sexy wife enough to slacken me off.

As the Bentley pulled up under the portico, I was hit with both relief that we had arrived and apprehension at the evening ahead. The chauffeur opened my door, and I stepped out quickly adjusting myself, attempting to look professional as possible as I took Sonia's hand to help her out, I heard Elliot's voice.

"Good evening Kolin, and your beautiful wife, Sonia."

I turned my head to see Elliot and his wife, Helen, looking every inch billionaire. I smiled and returned his greeting, before quickly turning back to Sonia.

I took her hand as she her right leg emerged her dress parted exposing her leg to her hip. I was sure that Elliot got an unobstructed view of my wife's stocking tops, garter straps and possibly her panties. The exposure was completely accidental, and Sonia quickly recovered her legs and regained her composure, smoothed her dress and with an embarrassed smiled looked over to Elliot and Helen.

We all shook hands and Helen whispered something to Sonia, Sonia smiled and whispered something back. Elliot noticed the exchange and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Never mind them," smiling, "Ladies talk, no doubt, come let's all head up and have a drink."

The elevator doors opened, and Elliot gestured for Sonia and Helen to enter first. The moment Sonia stepped forward, her dress caught rush of air from the gap of the elevator shaft, which parted her dress slightly exposing her stocking tops and garters again. This time, I saw Elliot and he couldn't hide his glance downward, his eyes lingering a fraction too long before he caught himself and looked away quickly. The elevator ride would have been awkwardly silent had Helen not made a fuss of Sonia telling her how wonderful her dress was and how wicked that gust had been.

"Sweetie, I can assure you there will be no sudden gusts for the rest of the evening."

They chatted as if they had known each other for years, Elliot smiled and nodded to me, please they were getting on so well.

Helen led Sonia by the arm, "Come my dear, let's get you a drink and introduce you to everyone."

Elliot led me to the bar where without a word he gestured to the barman, and he set about making two martinis. I looked around the room. It seemed as if were lats to arrive, all the Partners were there and in little groups drinking, chatting and laughing. I notice that aside from Helen and Sonia there was only one other woman. I watch As Helen took Sonia and introduced her to the Partners, spending only a short moment before being led and introduced to others.

Elliot handed me my martini and I asked, "Where are all the wives?"

He gave me a little laugh, "You're looking at them, there is my wife and of course Sonia and... Trish." He said her name as if disapproving of it. "Trish... is Hamilton's wife."

Hamilton was Hamilton Stone, another of the Senior Partners. He was close to ninety years old but the woman, Trish, was in her twenties.

Elliot saw the look on my face, "I have tried to get the others to take young wives, but they are all too worried about keeping their wealth. Trish is lovely but her name grates me, still she is quite delicious, don't you think?"

"Well..., I guess." I stammer.

Elliot slaps my back, "Yes, a little trashy, but I think that quality makes her all the more exciting."

I'm taken aback by Elliot's remarks about another Partners wife. "I... I don't think she looks trashy." I cringe the instant I finish speaking. The last thing I want to contradict Elliot.

Elliot leans his face to my ear, "I didn't mean her looks, I meant..." He didn't finish the sentence, just gave me a little nudge and knowing grin.

Just then he steps away and addresses the party. "Attention please, please everyone may I have your attention."

The room quiets and everyone turns toward Elliot. He raises his glass, the crystal catching the chandelier light. "To Kolin," he says, his voice smooth as aged whiskey, "our newest Partner--and Sonia, his exquisite addition to our circle." Glasses lift with murmured approval, but my skin prickles at how his and every man's gaze lingers on Sonia as she smiles to all in the room and sips her champagne. There was something almost predatory the way all the Partners looked at her. Perhaps I was just imagining it, after all every one of them was old enough to be her Grand Father. Though I did think Hamilton had an eye for young flesh he was probably the exception.

Elliot continues, "Tonight, we celebrate Kolin's achievements--and our traditions." He gestures to Helen, who produces a small velvet box. My stomach tightens when she opens it to reveal a delicate platinum bracelet studded with diamonds. "For our newest member," Helen purrs, moving toward Sonia with the elegant grace. The diamonds catch the light, Sonia's eyes widen slightly, but she extends her wrist obediently, letting Helen fasten the clasp with fingers that linger just a heartbeat too long.

I hear that this is a celebration in my honour, yet the primary focus seems to be more on my wife. I wasn't jealous, not at all, I was just puzzled. I was pleased she was so accepted but a little uncomfortable at level of attention directed at her.

I decided to go and join her and admire the bracelet. She looks relived to have me by her side. She shows me the bracelet and gives me a wide-eyed look and mouths, "Wow".

Helen takes our arms and takes us to one side. "I do so sincerely hope..." her tone is one of concern, which seems oddly out of place considering. "That you... enjoy tonight, and..."

Elliot suddenly appears giving Helen a hard stare. "Come my dear we must circulate."

He almost drags her away. Sonia and I look at each other and Sonia says, "What do you suppose that was all about?"

"I have no idea."

Helen seemed anxious, worried for us. I didn't voice it to Sonia though. I decided to play it down, "Maybe she was concerned that you might be feeling a little overwhelmed with all the attention."

I knew Sonia was not completely buying it, but she smiled and agreed.

We mingled and drank and chatted, listened to tall tales and jokes. Eventually, I became pretty relaxed, and so did Sonia. The drink was giving us a nice buzz, and there were no more situations to give us any unnerving thoughts.

I don't know how long we'd been mingling and chatting when I heard a tinkling of crystal. We turned and as we did the lights dimmed. There was a little cry from Hamilton's wife, Trish. She sounded like a little girl squealing with delight after learning she was going to Disney World.

Elliot, again, was in the centre of the room tapping his glass with a piece of cutlery. "Gentlemen, it is the time we have all been waiting for." Helen elegantly glided to Sonia's side taking her arm as if to reassure her. I could see it had the opposite effect.

Helen leaned forward and whispered, please don't... don't worry." Her eye's fixed on mine and the next words were directed at me. "No harm will come to your beautiful wife, I promise but this next part of the evenings ceremony... well it will need your consent, so to speak. But I can promise you no harm will come to her. The rewards for yours and Sonia's compliance will be staggering, I promise."

My heart was racing, I had no idea what Helen meant, not a clue as to what was about to happen. I looked at Sonia her face told me she too was confused and a little worried.

I heard the glass ringing again and Elliot softly say, "Helen, Trish, Sonia if you please."

Helen gave us both a little reassuring smile. She took Sonia's hand led her to join Elliot in the centre of the room. Trish was already there and looked like she was about to burst with excitement. Elliot took a few steps back leaving the three wives in a soft spotlight.

What happened next made my heart miss a beat and my breath catch. Helen reached a hand up behind her back and slowly drew down. The front of her dress loosened slightly, before her dress fell to the floor. She stood there, no expression on her face.

She was in her fifties but certainly didn't look it. Her figure was curvy, her breasts were cupped in a black lace bra, her large nipples pocked over the top of the lace. They looked to harden instantly as her chest rose as she proudly pushed it out.

She had a black garter belt that sat high around her slim waist. I followed the long black garter straps down to her black lace panties that fitted snugly around her shapely pussy. Her long slender legs in black stockings ended in a pair of shiny black leather stiletto heels. The room had faded away as I drank in her elegant, sensual, erotic beauty.

The surroundings suddenly rushed back when I heard appreciative mumbles from all around. I looked up and my eye's met my wife's. I thought she was disapproving of my obvious lustful gazes at Helen. But the look I saw was one of slight dread, and confusion.

Trish took a step forward, to bring the focus on to her. With a quick movement and a shimmy, Trish's dress also fell to the floor. Both Sonia's and my own attention was drawn to her.

Trish beamed with delight and excitement as she too, pressed out her chest. Her breasts were large, far larger than seemed natural for her slender body. Clearly Hamilton had bought them as a gift to himself.

Trish's black bra strained under the weight, straps bit into her flesh. Her bra was a quarter-cup and her melon large breasts wobbled with large, upturned nipples. Her tiny waist looked like it would snap under the weight if she were to lean forward. I understood now what Elliot meant by 'Trashy'.

Her panties were just a black string with the tiniest piece of black silk that only just covered her pussy lips but showed every detail. Trish moved her hips as if trying move the tiny piece of silk and expose her labia.

I heard Hamilton. "That's it my darling wife, you are quite exquisite."

Trish beamed with pride at hearing her husband's appreciative comment. She swung her hip like a blushing schoolgirl.

Elliot mumbled, "Trish Sweetie..." she looked over to Elliot and her smile evaporated as she took a step back.

Helen and Trish took positions behind Sonia, which shifted focus onto my wife. Elliot whispers something I couldn't hear to Helen. Helen whispers to Sonia and her eyes widen. She turns her head and looks into my eyes. Her eyes have a wide-eyed look, a sad fearful look. I just stand there looking into her eyes, I don't move or speak.

Helen tilts her head slightly and my eyes shift to her. Her eye's met mine and she looks at me as if asking something. She tried to give me another reassuring smile before turning to Sonia. My wife's eyes flashed with uncertainty as our eyes meet again.

Helen leaned into Sonia and whispered something. My wife's eye widened, still fixed on mine, as Helen continued to whisper. Sonia was studying my face as Helen spoke. I watched her expression softened, a kind of look of resignation, surrender as if what she was about to do was inevitable and there was point in resisting.

Helen straightened and Sonia, her eyes still fixed on mine, reached slowly up behind her neck and with the slightest of movement of her hand her black silk dress slowly slithered down her body following every contour as it did.

The sound of appreciation of my sexy wife exposure hummed softly around the room. My wife stood now clad only in her sexy black lingerie. Her undeniable vulnerability under the hungry gaze of the Partners was so erotic. Her skin flushed pink under the soft lighting, tiny goosebumps rising along her thighs where the stockings ended. Her fingers twitched unconsciously in front of her panties before she forced them to her sides, her delicate lace bra rising visibly with her quickened breaths.

More appreciative comments came from around the room, light gentle applause began and grew as more compliments were heard, until the room was filled with applause.

Sonia started to look around, and smile. Helen and Trish also acknowledged the appreciative applause and soon all three were arm in arm and smiling and exchanging comments like schoolgirls at a Prom.

I was still frozen, staring at the scene, my brain trying to process, not just what had happened, but what I was feeling. I was acutely aware of the tightness in my pants as I had watched Helen, Trish and my wife basically perform a striptease in front of a bunch of old men.

Across the room, Elliot's wave caught my eye, and he gave me an approving nod - as if we had passed some kind of test.

I looked back to where Sonia had been and she, along with Helen and Trish, were surrounded by all the Partners. I got glimpses of my wife's face through the crowd of suited men. As she was smiling and nodding, clearly being complimented, I didn't feel she felt in any danger. Helen's promise 'that no harm would come to her' replayed in my head and gave me reassurance she was safe. Though she was near naked and surrounded by men logically would normally be far from safe.

An arm dropped across my shoulders; it was Elliot and Hamilton. "Well, My Boy aren't we three the luckiest guys in the World?"

I turn and just slowly nod unable to comprehend all this.

Hamilton raised his glass to me, "Young man we are all so delighted you and your wife have almost completed the ceremony of acceptance. Your still here and..."

Elliot cut him off with a glare that could melt steel. "Hamilton dear Boy shouldn't get that glass topped up?"

"Oh, oh yes... on my way Elliot."

With that Hamilton shuffled away.

"Now My Boy, what do you think of it all thus far?"

"Well, I'm not sure... Elliot, what is all this, making our wives..."

Elliot cuts me off raising a hand, "My Boy, we have not forced our wives to do anything, least of all yourself. You had no idea the form the ceremony was going to take. And that was all part of it, you not knowing what was to happen was key."

"Key?" I repeated.

"Yes, if you and your good lady wife had known, would you have still attended? Yes, I have no doubt you would, I mean who would turn down what we are offering, wealth and a jet-set lifestyle, for the small price of a slight momentary loss of modesty. But what we needed was a true and honest reaction, hence, we kept the details from you. Yes, Helen kind of almost breached our rules, but she is such a caring sole and fond of you both."

"I am puzzled by a few things, I had the impression from what Hamilton had said the ceremony is not complete and Helen only met us both this evening, but you said she was fond of us?"

"Ah, My Boy, there is a little piece of the ceremony still remaining, but it is something we'll come to at the end of the evening. As for my wife's fondness for you both and her desire that you both to succeed in the ceremony. Well, she is an excellent judge of people, it took her mere moments to see you were the right sort."

I was still worried about the final part of the ceremony, the way he brushed it off, but I didn't push it.

"Now My Boy." Elliot boomed, "let's join the party, our wives will be wondering where we are."

He signalled to some one and a curtain parted on the other side of the room and a small band struck up. The music was old style ballroom music. The Partners began to clear the floor and as we walked I see Sonia with Helen and Trish talking with a waiter. I see draped over his arm are the three dresses and Sonia seems a little concerned about him taking hers.

As I approach with Elliot, I hear Sonia say, "But it's such a nice dress I really would like to wear it."

Helen says "But Sweetie you'll have lots of opportunities to wear splendid dress. You should enjoy this... delicious sensation being dress as we are with all these men around."

I see Sonia's face ponder for a moment before I see and all too familiar smile, a smile she only has for me. That smile was now being show to someone other than me and it gave me a strange jealous feeling. That smile told me she was feeling naughty and realizing some sexy fun was to be had. Seeing that private, only ever to me communication, given to someone else gave me feeling. A sting of betrayal, infidelity, almost an adulterous feeling. I saw in my wife's eyes, the idea of sexy fun, independent fun.

My attention was drawn to the waiter as he moved away with the dresses, and I saw Helen whisper again to Sonia. A sudden burst of laughter exploded from them both. Trish joined in and soon the trio were giggling like schoolgirls. I watched as Sonia's eyes met mine, it was as if she had forgotten I was here. Her smile changed to a look of guilt before she twisted her mouth into a sexy pout as if she was trying to say sorry for getting caught being naughty.

Elliot leaned close to me, "Our wives seem to be having fun. I must have dance with you lovely wife."

Before I could say anything, he glided into her and swooped her in his arms so gracefully, it was memorised.

I watched as they elegantly swooped and turned covering an astonishing amount of ground as they glided around the floor. Sonia had told me she had had lessons from an early age, but I had only ever seen her wiggling to current stuff in clubs. Seeing her in the arms of another man in sexy lingerie should have been all I saw but the way they moved together, the speed, they were like some pro ballroom dancer partners you see on TV, it was astonishing.

Suddenly the spell was broken, Helen smiling broadly appeared in front of me, her arms held out inviting me to dance with her. The look of sudden panic on my face told her I had no idea how to. She smiled warmly and place my right hand on her lower back and took my left hand in hers.

"Okay watch my feet, and... one, two, three, and one, two, three. The fleeing of her naked skin under my palm and looking down at her breasts as the moved and swayed as we moved, drew my focus. Her nipples pocking over the black lace trim of her bra was perfect. I couldn't see her feet, listening to her repeat, one, two, three, and one, two, three. I found myself swooping and turning around the floor. I know I didn't have the grace Elliot had but I think I was doing okay.

I looked about to see if Sonia could see me dancing. I had expected to see her still gliding around the floor with Elliot but instead saw she had Hamilton whisking her around the floor and Elliot had Trish in his arms though she looked a bit awkward. Elliot was quite patient as they moved around the floor, Trish occasionally tripping on his feet.

There was a tap on my shoulder, and I dropped my arms and looked over my shoulder. There was nobody there, I turned back as someone pushed between us only to see Helen in the arms of one of the Partners. He'd swooped in like a hawk and taken her. I drifted off the floor feeling a bit cheated. A waiter offered me a drink from a tray, and I settled down at a table. I watched Sonia change partners again, and when the music stopped, they stopped and lightly applauded. I went to rise and go to my wife, but the next tune started, and they were off again. Every so often someone would cut in and dance with one of the wives.

I focused on Sonia, seeing her near naked, but for her sexy black lingerie in the arms of other men made my cock swell. The more I watch the more I got aroused. It didn't matter the men were all old, what mattered was they were men. Men holding my wife in their arms, touching her bare skin. The sight of her looking into their eyes, smiling, stung a strange jealous sting, jealous arousal. The feeling was electric; it tingled from my balls all up through my stomach. My cock buzzed with it. It made me heart race with excitement; lust took over my brain, any thoughts of common decency, morality, our marriage, all blocked out by the feeling.

I realised music had slowed a little and I was able to see more detail. Before they were moving so quickly all were a blur as the passed by. I could really see every detail of my wife and her dance partner. Her near naked body in his arms. His hand on her lower back, his fingers resting on her garter belt. The sway and quiver of her breasts supported in her black lace bra. Her long slender stockinged legs gracefully stretch as they step and move around the floor. The way her garter straps stretch and contract against her thighs and hips is hypnotically erotic.

Elliot suddenly appeared next to me, placing a fresh martini in front of me. I didn't even notice him sit down.

"I see you're enjoying the spectacle," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Sonia as she twirled in the arms of another of the Partners.

Elliot glanced down and smirked. "You seem... happy." I realised the front of my pants were bulging under the strain. I hurriedly shuffled forward so the tablecloth covered my embarrassment, my face, I couldn't hide, and Elliot gave me a knowing smiling.

"Watch My Boy, nothing gives me greater pleasure than watching my wife in the arms of another man. I can see you too, find the same pleasure in seeing your wife in the same situation."

I can't answer, I can't deny it, it's written all over my face and, under the table.

Elliot continues, "Isn't it delicious, the feeling of lustful jealousy, really makes the heart pump?"

I didn't need to answer, he knew I felt the same way.

The music suddenly stops, and Sonia looks around for me. She is breathless and flushed, her chest rising and falling from the effort of continually dancing. It seemed like she'd been dancing for hours in the arms of other men. Though it had probably only been half an hour.

I watch her searching for me. Strangely, I make no attempt to make myself apparent to her. She suddenly stops as Hamilton approached her. He says something and indicates to the thigh. Sonia goes to reach down, one of her garter straps has come unfastened. Before she can reach down Hamilton drops on one knee with surprising speed for a man of ninety. Sonia is, also, startled at his swift the movement.

In a flash he is fixing the garter strap. His movements up to then were lighting fast, but now he took his time fastening it, his fingers lingering on her thigh.

Sonia said nothing but she looked uncomfortable as she watched his wrinkled bony fingers. He reattached the garter strap, but his fingers remained on her thigh. Then his fingers slowly began to trace a path up her inner thigh. She just stands watching his fingers making their way up toward her pantie clad pussy.

I too watch his fingers slow progress, exited, not only at seeing another man touching my wife so intimately, but her allowing it. It brings on that feeling, that feeling I have now come to crave like a drug addiction.

She makes no attempt to stop him. and I see her shudder. Not a shudder of revulsion, a shudder I had seen many times, a shudder of sexual pleasure. Her eyes lift to scan the room. Was she looking for me or was she checking for?

That question was burning into my very soul, I didn't know which answer I wanted to be true, but the latter was the most exciting to me.

Hamilton's fingers stopped just inches from her pantie crotch, but instead of standing up, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sonia's thigh--just above where the stocking ended.

Sonia's fingers clench involuntarily the fabric band of her panties; she gently tugs it up and the silky fabric contours her parted labia. The material darkens as her wetness soaks the material.

When he stood with surprising ease for his age, she didn't move away--just stood frozen, breathing shallowly, her lips slightly parted. He murmured something that made her bite her lower lip and glance up. She saw me with Elliot sat at the table. She knew then I had witnessed everything, her face flushed deeper pink.

I waited for her to come to me, but she didn't move, she just smoothed her hands down her sides. Hamilton took her arm and went to guide her over to where I and Elliot sat, but she didn't move.

A look of deep shame on her face, she knew I had seen her allow another man to touch her in a way, that up to now, only I had. She knew I had seen her reaction to another man's touch and she was afraid, paralyzed.

Elliot nudged my arm, and I turned to look at him, He gave me a sympathetic smile and a slight nod. I knew, he knew, what it was I was feeling. The turmoil, betrayal, love, lust, jealousy, a thousand other emotions.

He raised his eyebrows and gestured to do something. I glanced back at Sonia, tears welling up in her eyes. Suddenly I felt pity, love and then anger at myself, none of this was her fault.

I stood and forced a smile and reaching out my hand, she rushed over and grasped it clinging to me.

Elliot suddenly and loudly applauded shattering the moment, to us all back to earth. "My Dear Sonia, you dance beautifully, doesn't she, My Boy, simply divine?"

With Sonia clinging to me and Elliot's out bursting, I was broken out of the moment.

"I had no idea you could dance like that." I said tyring to mirror Elliots sudden brightness, "you looked like an angel floating around the floor."

Sonia sniffed and brushed away a tear before it could fall and be seen.

"I haven't danced like that in years." she blurted enthusiastically to us, to hide any signs of her earlier emotion. "I had lessons from a young age up until my late teens, I was surprised how easily it all came back."

Elliot placed a hand on my shoulder, "You two sit and let your darling wife regain herself." He and Hamilton headed away.

Sonia was suddenly uncomfortable again now it was just the two of us. The silence between us filled with unspoken questions, her fingers twisting in her lap. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, "You okay?" before I could even begin to formulate an answer. Helen materialised beside us.

"Darlings," she murmured softly, "It's time." She indicated we should follow her. Sonia and I exchanged glance neither of us knew what she meant, only I guessed it was the final part of the ceremony.

I looked into Sonia's eyes and gave her a reassuring smile and gentle squeezed her hand. We rose and followed Helen.

Helen led us to a room just off the function room. It seemed to be in total darkness, but I could make out movement in the dark. Sonia's hand squeezed mine tight.

A faint light above slowly began to glow a warm golden light, as it glowed brighter, I saw bed, a massage bed in front of us, beyond the bed stood figures. As the light got a little brighter, I could see they were the partner they were all draped in long red satin cloaks.

Before I could say anything. Helen stepped in front of us; she looked into my eyes and then into Sonia's. She looked a little anxious, worried. She whispered, "Please remember no harm will come to you, I promise."

She turned went to the dark leather upholstered massage bed, turned and looking into our eyes paused. Then, without any explanation or indication, removed her bra. She seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact with us, but I sensed it was important to her she did.

Her fingers went to the sides of her panties, and she slipped her thumbs into the waist band, again she paused. Her eyes darted nervously between Sonia and me. Again, she seemed to struggle to hold eye contact with us. Was it embarrassment, shame, I couldn't say, but she seemed to want to, or need to, look us in the eyes.

Slowly, Helen lowered her panties down her thighs. I felt Sonia's grip tighten even more and I felt her body trembling against me.

My eyes lowered from Helen's to watch her lower her panties and reveal her pussy. My throat tightened and my heart thumped in my chest. I had an intense desire to see her pussy, it seemed like the only thing in the world that mattered right then.

As she slowly lowered her fine black lace panties I saw a small perfect patch of black hair. I was staring at a pussy of a woman I had only met tonight; she was almost twice my age but, this was an increasingly erotic situation.

I knew if Helen was doing this then, as earlier when the dresses were taken off, Trish will be do the same and then... Sonia.

I wanted it, I wanted to see my wife do this, I wanted her to want it too. I want her to force me to feel that sting of jealousy mixed with lust rise inside me again. I craved that feeling, that feeling that filled me with an animistic lust.

My cock was like iron, straining in my pants, screaming for release. The sight of Helen was erotic but the thoughts, the anticipation of seeing my wife doing the same in front of all these old men, was all I wanted.

Helen stepped out of her panties, and still maintaining eye contact, slowly climbed onto the bed, turned and lay on her back, legs slightly apart. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. Her voice cracked as she spoke,

"I offer all those present on this night my body for their pleasure."

No body moved, her eyelids fluttered. She slowly rolled her head to look at Sonia and me, bit her lower lip. Her eyes fixed on Sonia's as she rose and swung her feet to the floor.

There was a glit of light from a smeared wet spot on the leather of the bench, a sign of Helen's sexual arousal. The sent of her sex filled my nostrils and saliva flooded my mouth. I wanted to taste her, lick her sopping pussy, drink her juices.

Elliot, now standing at the foot of the bed nodded to Trish. She stepped before Sonia and me, she removed her bra, her breasts moved but looked rock hard. She smiled a sexy smile as thumbs dipped into the black elastic string across her hips. She lowered them and the string that dipped down to between her thighs slackened. She parted her thighs, and the tiny patch of silk attached to the string fell away.

Her pussy looked velvet smooth, like a prepubescent girl, it made my cock throb harder as I drank in the sight.

She lay on the bed and smiled as she spoke. "I give myself...er, to anyone here that... that wants me."

I sense Elliot is not too pleased at her clumsy attempt to repeat the phrase.

I see a few of the Partners step forward and Trish giggles. Pairs of old wrinkly hands reach out and begin to stroke her body; she lets out a gasp and then giggles again.

My cock aches to be free, I want release so desperately, but I need to see my wife take off her bra and panties. I want all the old Partners to see her exposed the parts of her that were only mine to see. I want to hear her offer herself to them and give her body to them for their perverted gratification. I want to see her body molested, violated, used for their pleasure. See these disgusting old men penetrate her married pussy with their fingers. Just thinking about it made my head spin, and my heart pound so hard I thought I might pass-out.

Sonia pressed herself tighter against me, she pressed my hand to her panties, I felt the heat, a damp throbbing heat, on the back of my hand. Her body shuddered as she presses herself against my hand. She was as aroused as I was, she wanted this too. Knowing she wanted it filled me with that feeling. It was an electric, erotic exhilaration that filled everything, mind and body. It's a primal lust that commanded all thought, all sensation. It's more vital than life, I would kill for it I would die for it.

I look back and I watch as a bony finger explores the folds of Trish's pussy. Her body quivers and she looks around the faces looking for her husband. Hamilton's eyes meet hers and she smiles as he gives her a nod of approval.

She parts her legs and raises her knees slightly offering access to whomever it is has his fingers there.

Just as the old man's finger began to enter her, I jumped as Hamilton let out a cry, "Enough!" The hands instantly flew away from Trish's body and the look of disappointment on her face was apparent.

She reluctantly hops down off the bed giving her husband, Hamilton, a weak smile of disappointment.

Elliot's gaze and that of everyone's fell on Sonia and he gestured her forward.

I feel Sonia move, her grip on my hand loosens and falls away as she stepped to the bed and slowly turns to face me.

Our eyes meet and see searches my eyes. I should feel something other than this dark primal lust. I should feel something for her, but I only have an imperative to satisfy my perverted desire to experience a kind of sacrifice. A sacrifice of that, which up to now, meant everything, her fidelity to me our marriage.

Searching my eyes, she seemed to take my inaction as signal, an answer.

She slowly reaches and unfastened her bra with trembling hands, holding it in place she locked eyes with me and hesitates for a moment, again, searching my eyes for some unasked question.

She slowly lets her bra fall away, drawing in a deep breath, her chest rises pushing her pert breasts out as if offering herself.

Her nipples were cherry red and hard, as sign of her arousal. Without pausing she slipped her thumbs into her panties and slowly lowered them. My cock was weeping, oozing precum in my shorts. The slightest movement or touch now and I would explode pints into my shorts.

I watched my wife expose her small neat, trimmed pussy to me and those around me. My legs threatened to give way, my head swam, blood rushed in my ears pulsing at an insane speed.

I involuntarily sucked in a deep ragged breath. I realised I hadn't drawn a breath in a very long time. The sudden rush of oxygen hit my brain and a flood reasoning, questioning, hit me.

Up to this point my unconscious oxygen starvation, caused by my depraved state of mind, had driven my thoughts. Now a voice in my head asked questions.

"Are you going to do this, let this happen?"

Something dark deep inside me clawed its way back up and it answered, it commanded, with an inaudible depravity... "YESSSS!" I felt a brief tiny shock at the answer, my answer.

Sonia let her panties slide down her legs and lifted herself onto the bed and her panties fell from her feet as she turned and slowly lay back.

It seemed like forever but then I heard her tiny thin trembling voice.

"I offer all those present... my body for their pleasure."

Hearing her, my wife, say those words... I can't begin to express what that felt like. Even before the phrase had finished echoing through my brain, I saw countless hands rush to my wife's naked body.

It was clear she was the one everyone had been waiting for. I watched her chest rise to meet the hands; her body stiffens at the sudden rush of intruding hands.

Elliot reached down and gently taking hold of her ankles, he parts her legs. She offers no resistance. A wrinkled hand reaches down, fingers slowly run up her inner thigh. She shudders and an involuntary moan a growl escapes from her throat.

Elliot snaps "No!" and the hand immediately retreats.

Elliot looks at me. In an instant I realise, like Hamilton had done, I had to give my permission.

I looked down at my wife, her eyes closed, her breath held. Everyone was waiting, even Sonia was waiting for my response.

I wanted Sonia to look at me; I needed to see her eyes. Her head was pressed into the leather of the bed, neck arched, her throat taut. I could see her pulse in her neck.

Before I had even thought of a response, an answer, I felt my head nod, and I hear my own voice croak... "Yes."

Sonia's eyes flashed open, her head rolls to look up at me. I look into her eyes, they are not angry, they are soft, trusting.

I watch her tongue wet her lower lip and without a word she parted her legs bending her knees slightly. Arching her back off the bed as the hands returned to caress her body, her breast, her throat. Several hands disappeared between her thighs; I moved forward compelled to see the fingers violating her most private of place.

A movement in the periphery of my vision registers but my gaze is fixed on the finger's inches from my wife's labia. Elliot leans over to his wife Helen and whispers something, she nods and he stands back.

Helen's hand reaches down and spreads Sonia's labia, exposing her moist pink inner folds. Her other hand moves in, her finger slides between her folds, spreading her wetness around her clit.

Helen looks up into my eyes briefly and then lowers her face down to Sonia's wet pussy.

Sonia's body twists and writhes at the contact of Helen's tongue on her clit. The sight of Helen's tongue licking her pussy makes my cock jerk. Seeing a woman pleaser another woman, especially your own wife, is incredible. I can't breathe, don't want to breathe, I want this image burned into my brain forever.

A shrivelled old cock suddenly appears, hanging out of the owner's zipper. His hand tugging at it trying to get it erect.

The frustration of the old man was apparent as he had the desire, but his body couldn't respond. Frantically he tried to rub his cock on my wife's arm to get it to react.

Suddenly Sonia's arm went across her chest, and she took the shrivelled little cock in her fingers, turning her face to it she presses her lips on the tip.

I didn't think anything could draw my eyes from Helen's tongue on my wife open pussy but seeing my wife respond without any hesitation. Taking another mans cock in her hand and to her lips, the lips I kiss, I love.

Her lips parted and her tongue licked it before they closed around it. Her cheeks moved as tongue explored the small strip of flaccid flesh. Her lower jaw began move forward and back, her cheeks hollowed as she worked to get the old cock to stiffen. I glanced up to see the man's reaction and my eyes met Elliot's. His eyes snapped closed tight in concentration. I could see he desperately wanted to get hard and so did I. I wanted to see big fat hard cocks in my wife, in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. I didn't care whose cocks fucked her I just need to see them.

Sonia's body began to twitch, and every sinew of her body tightened, her orgasm was nearing. I needed release and I was about rip open my pants when suddenly Hamilton shoved Trish in front of me. Her back was to me; he pushed her face onto Sonia's breasts. She didn't resist and her hands rose to join those still stroking my wife's body.

Trish began sucking Sonia's nipples almost frantically. Hamilton, jerking, his withered tiny cock between thumb and fore finger looked into my eyes and then at his young wife's exposed ass and pussy. His eyes returned to mine and he nods.

I understood, I tore open my pants and shorts, and my cock sprang out, a huge ugly, angry rod of solid throbbing flesh.

I leached forward rammed it into Trish's dripping wet split peach pussy. I slammed into her with more force than I expected. She shrieked at the sudden violent penetration and then let out a deep long guttural groan of pleasure. She squirms pushing back against me her wetness squelches out over my cock and runs down over my balls. I grip her hips and hold her fast, pressed deep into her for a moment. I start to draw back slowly and the instant I move I feel my balls tighten. I decide to hell with it, and I just go thrusting as hard and fast and deep as I can.

I manage half-a-dozen thrust before I'm erupting into her. Pumping my load into her sopping wet cunt. I don't stop ramming her, I keep going. My cock shows no sign of slaking as I mercilessly pound Hamiltons little bimbo wife.

I look over Trish's bouncing body as I slam her against the bed with each rapid thrust. Sonia is sucking on Elliot's cock, and it looks to have swollen some but still no thicker than my thumb.

Lean right so I can see Helen, still licking my wife's pussy. She has two fingers thrusting into her and they are drenched on my wife's juices. I realise Sonia had cum and squirted over Helen's hand.

I suddenly I felt Trish's cunt crunch tight on my cock, a grip I have never felt so strongly while fucking. The grip slackened momentarily the clenched around my cock before launching into rapid convulsions that gripped and sucked my cock. Her back arched and her head thrown up and back. I put my hand around her throat, and I feel resonate as she groans and shudders. I hold myself deep inside her until her body stops convulsing and goes limp.

I pull out of Trish, and she slumps to her knees, her hands hold the side of the bed her forehead rests against it. Hamilton, still jerking his limp cock steps aside as I move toward the foot of the bed where Hellen is finger fucking my wife. I position myself behind her and reach under her to grip her swinging breasts. As I do her head lifts and glances over her shoulder. There is an uncertain look in her eyes, a pleading look. I don't know if it was 'Please no, don't' or 'Please do' but I didn't care, I was going to fuck her regardless.

When I felt her hand reach under her and grip my cock I didn't know if she was trying to guide me into her stop me. I grabbed her wrist, and I found the entrance to her pussy, and I shoved my cock into her. Her hand jammed between us released my cock as I drew back and I thrust into her.

I went at her as I had Trish, fast, deep and hard. I grabbed her hair and pushed fer face between my wife's thighs. I heard the wet sound of her mouth and tongue on Sonia's wet pussy as I slammed into her.

Suddenly I hear Elliot grunt and groan. I look up and his cock is pumping in my wife's fist. It is much thicker now but not rock hard but semi-hard. The bulbous head is slipping in and out of Sonia's wet lips. His body goes ridged and his hip thrust. Cum oozes out from my wife's lips around the twitching head of his cock. Her tongue, covered in cum, snakes out and over and around his cock. Elliot stages back and his cock falls away hanging loose out of his pants dripping a long string of cum onto his expensive suit pants.

Other Partners push to replace Elliot, their limp cocks wanting the same. But Sonia looks up as if wondering why the fingers that had been pleasuring her had stopped. Our eyes met and she took in what she was seeing. I was pounding Helen from behind while holding her face on her pussy. The look of lust on her face was like nothing I had ever seen on her before. Her lips smeared with another mans cum and the look in her eyes was wild.

Sonia shuffled herself down the bed under Helen, her knees come up either side of Helen's chest. I feel her hot soft flesh against my thighs as I slam into Helen. My balls slap Sonia's wet pussy. Her stretched open pussy is directly below Helen's. Next stroke out and I angle myself so when I drive forward, I will enter my wife. I don't quite make it, so I grab my cock and guide it into her.

I alternate, several thrusts into my wife and then several into Helen. I keep it up for a while until; while fucking Helen, I feel her pussy grip and twitch around my cock. I stay in Helen and ram harder which tips her over the edge and her body convulses as she climaxes. After her orgasm subsides I pull out to re-enter my wife, but Helen moves aside.

I slide my throbbing cock into my wife and Helen goes down on Sonia. I feel the hard wet tongue licking her stretch hole as my shaft slides in and out. It is only a few short minutes until I feel Sonia's pussy clench and her stomach twitch and roll. Her orgasm rips through her sending me over the top. My balls tighten and every muscle locks tight in my stomach before I explode pulsing jet after jet of cum into my wife. Her own body wracked in her own orgasm as Helen's head fight to keep her tongue on her stretched pussy clamped around my pulsing cock.