Learning my lesson 

One thing I should know is that you shouldn't be mad if you step in your
own shit. It is a hard lesson but a valuable one. To tell this story I 
will have to take you back several months or even years so you will be 
able to understand it.  I put myself in this box and I really can't 
blame anyone but myself. 

In the beginning, there was a hard drinking Frat party animal. At one of
those famous frat parties he met a good-looking babe. She was hot. 
Shoulder length straight hair, golden tan, perfect skin, and a body 
that made you think playmate of the month. Her name was Gwen. She 
partied hard right along with us. She had a wild streak you could 
expect anything from dirty dancing with her girlfriends to hut tubing 
topless with all the guys. We hooked up and started dating. What a wild 
college life we had. I ended up marrying her. We got our diplomas and I 
went on to Grad school. Soon there were babies and a three bedroom 
house in the burbs. I was busy making money and she was happy being a 
PTA soccer mom. The Mini skirts turned into slacks. The Halter tops 
became  sweaters, and we were lucky to get in a weekend date without 
the kids. Sounds pretty typical. I whined a lot about how I wish we 
still had the good ole days. But to be honest sex in a car sounded down 
right uncomfortable. Gwen kept her looks and her figure but now the all 
over tan was shaped like a conservative one-piece speedo. 

Then I suffered from a terminal case of Anal Cranyitus. I decided the
Grass was greener down at work. The new executive assistant was a hot 
little hard bodied blonde. Dumber than a rock but she could suck a golf 
ball through a garden hose. You guessed it. I got caught. It doesn't 
matter how, I just did. I found myself sitting at an empty table in my 
kitchen reading a letter from my wife. She and the kids were spending 
the summer with Grandma so she could figure out what to do. And please 
don't call. 

The blonde wasn't worth it. Not even close. I should have stuck to
whacking off in the shower. That was the worst summer of my life. I did 
try to call but Grandma was stern and I never got to talk to Gwen. I 
did talk to the kids some but I kept my mouth shut. It was pretty 
obvious they didn't know anything. 

I came home late one day and found a large manila envelope on the messy
kitchen table. On top of it was a letter from my wife. It said."  Dear 
Greg, You know what you did was wrong. In many ways I love you very 
much and so do the kids but you hurt me badly. I just can't forget what 
happened. One way or another I need closure. In the envelope are two 
things. One is a video tape. The other is a completed application for a 
divorce. If you want to try staying married watch the tape and follow 
the instructions. If after you see it or if you don't love me anymore 
just sign the application and mail it. Gwen" Needless to say I was 
sitting there with tears running down my face. 

Wow. In a way I had hope in another I was worried as to what was on the
tape. I know my wife was sweet and had always been faithful bur there 
was a day that she could party with the best of them. 

With shaking hands I decided to watch the tape. I put it in the VCR. It
came up as a tape from a local club called the Beanery. It was the kind 
of place we would have hung out when we were both in college. It was a 
commercial tape used for advertisement or a low budget TV program. It 
walked through the Bar and introduced you to the MC who narrated the 
tape and announced the nightly contest. The contest was called Lady In 
Red. The MC proceeded to walk through the club and talk to some of the 
patrons and mostly to the contestants. All of them of course were 
dressed in red. You guessed it, Gwen was there. She was hot. My dick 
got hard just looking at my wife on the tape. She was wearing a nice 
red dress. It was not to tight or to short but it was almost backless 
and her cleavage was there for all to see. Her tan was perfect and 
even. She flirted with the MC. She smiled and talked to the Camera. One 
of the things she said was  "It is to bad my Husband can't see this." 
The guy patted her shoulder and joked with her about being here with 
out the hubby and then went on to the next girl. 

10 long minutes of Tape later the show started. It began as kind of a
fashion show. The girls all strutted down the walkway flirting and 
prancing. They were all wearing Red. Gwen was 4th to take the walk. She 
wasn't the oldest or the youngest but damn she sure looked to be the 
prettiest to me. Her outfit was perfect. With the red cocktail dress 
she had on Red filmy hose and red spike ankle strap heels. They looked 
at least 5 inches tall. I was burning up with jealousy. But I was also 
rock hard. I almost whipped out my dick right there. Even her nails 
were red. Her hair was up in an elegant, wispy hairstyle. As she got 
close to the Cameras her prominent nipples could be plainly seen 
through her red satin dress. The hoots and hollers from the Bar were 
very loud attesting to the pleasure she was giving to the crowd of 
horny men. I was so pissed off I was pacing and screaming at the TV. Of 
course it was useless. I after all, I had gotten myself into this mess. 


The memories of the little blonde assistant were burning me to the core
now. Payback was a bitch. As the rest of the fashion show went on I sat 
and pondered my own stupidity. My wife was a completely faithful wife 
until I had cheated on her. I had hurt her and myself. It was hard to 
take but she had the right to show me how it felt. The hardest thing 
for me to understand was the conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was 
jealous and humiliated by my wife flirting and flaunting for a room 
full of strangers. On the other hand, I was more turned on than I had 
remembered in years and in a warped way proud that my wife was so sexy. 


After much partying and some drinking contests the next part was ready.
The women were coming out and dancing around the dance floor in 
swimwear. They were red of course. The first couple of girls were 
wearing Bikinis. The next one was a really sexy one-piece thong. Gwen 
came out and started her dance. She was wearing a cute but somewhat 
modest two-piece suit. The top was a stretchy red tank top showing her 
tummy and the bottom was a boy cut bottom. She was still wearing her 
sexy hi heels and Gold jewelry. Her ass looked wonderful in the tight 
little shorts but the other girls had shown lots more. Just then Gwen 
stopped in the middle of the dance floor and hooked her thumbs under 
the bottom hem of her top. She smiled and strutted and lifted her top 
over her head slowly. Under the tank she had on the smallest bikini top 
I had ever seen. The strings held a pair of triangles that weren't much 
bigger than Gwen's nipples. I caught myself coming out of my chair 
again and sat back down to watch. The room went wild. Next came the 
tight boy shorts. She wiggled and shimmied as she pushed down her 
shorts all the way to the ankles. Her ass was pointed at the camera and 
the string thong back disappeared between the tanned cheeks of her ass. 
You could see a red package between the hollow in her legs that barely 
concealed her pussy.  She kicked her bottoms off and went back to 
dancing. The modified strip tease went over big and the noise was from 
the patrons was deafening. 

Gwen worked the rail of the dance floor like a cheap stripper. She
rubbed her ass on the rail and bent over to show her cleavage to the 
guys. A few of them even copped cheap feels. The song ended and the 
cheers went on for minutes. As the next girl came out I had to sit and 
try to relax.  My pants were now stretched taught over my rock hard 
throbbing cock. 

Another round of time fillers happened and then the MC got out on the
dance floor to announce the final part of Lady in Red night. It was 
Lingerie. I was having trouble relating to my sweet wife dancing in a 
Bar filled with strangers in revealing lingerie but I knew deep down I 
deserved it. They again came out one at a time and danced. I was 
waiting with great anticipation for Gwen to start. Finally she came out 
in a slinky red see through robe with red feathers around the collar. 
The ever-present red stiletto heels still graced her feet. The song was 
slow and sensuous. She took off the robe and set it on a stool. Beneath 
it she was wearing a red satin Cami and a tiny almost transparent 
thong. The cami was so tight that when the camera zoomed in her nipples 
were plain to see. Gwen lifted the cami carefully over her head always 
keeping covered with an arm or her hands. She slipped carefully back 
into the see through robe and dropped her Cami seductively to the 
floor. She continued to dance but now her tits were easy to see right 
through the robe. I couldn't stand it anymore and got my dick out and 
began to pull it. It was so hard I was actually in pain. Gwen then 
slipped the panties down off her hips under the robe and then let them 
drop to the floor. 

She continued to dance slowly to the music and instead of raucous
shouting the Bar was in total silence. She leaned on the stool and let 
the Robe drop open almost all the way to her crotch. The v between her 
legs was barely obscured by the feather hem of the robe. The center was 
open between her breasts all the way to her hand that was holding it 
closed just above her spread legs. Her rock hard nipples must have held 
the part covering her breasts from sliding open. She continued to 
undulate to the music with the small of her back on the stool and her 
back arched and head thrown back. She stood quickly and slipped her 
arms inside the robe. It spun till it covered her from throat to calves 
in front with the opening in back. Looking closely, all could tell she 
was completely nude. Her full body could be seen through the sheer 
material. She again leaned over the stool this time on her front. The 
robe fell open completely. Her legs were crossed and her magnificent 
ass was jutting out. She was nude with the robe hanging from the stool 
her head was thrown back and the way she was laying you couldn't see 
any of her charms except that luscious ass sticking up in the air. I 
could have sworn she was having an Orgasm to the beat of the music the 
way she was moving. As the song ended Gwen magically put the Robe back 
on and the room exploded in thunderous applause. I just sat there with 
huge gobs of cum soaking into my shirt. 

As I sat there and recovered the blood flow to my brain I again was
struck with feelings of intense betrayal and humiliation. After whining 
to myself a few minutes I considered the fact that all Gwen had done 
was flirt and Tease and I had been caught with my dick buried to the 
root down a Secretaries throat. While I pondered this quandary the 
phone rang. 

On the phone was my wife Gwen. I could here a raucous crowd in the
Background. She asked me if I had watched the Tape. I told her yes. I 
hope you have a sense of how much you hurt me now. I said of course I 
did and asked her to forgive me and come home. She told me if I 
listened very closely and did exactly what I was told she would be home 
in just a few hours. I told her again how sorry I was and please let 
this end now. She said to me. " I gave up my parties for a Minivan. I 
gave up my trips to the clubs for dirty diapers and the PTA. I gave up 
my friends for a husband that hangs out with his buddies for power 
lunches and Golf Tournaments. I gave up my passion and variety for an 
asshole that drops his trousers for the first Bimbo to wink at him. No 
I am not done and I will come home on my terms or by god I will file 
those papers myself." I was quietly crying but I knew everything she 
said was true. She went on and said. " I know we have become pretty 
routine but you know something I was willing to do anything you wanted. 
Anything. All you had to do was ask.  Now it's my turn." I told Gwen I 
would do anything she needed me to do to get her back. 

I was told to go to the Master Bedroom walk in closet and read the note
found there. I was to do everything exactly as I was told or she would 
be gone. If I didn't follow the instructions the next phone call would 
be a Lawyer. I went to the closet. Sitting in the aisle was a kitchen 
chair. It was one of the old stout ones from the back office.  In front 
of it sitting on an old table was the 13" portable TV.  The note told 
me to take off all of my cloths. She was very specific about all of 
them. Then I was to turn on the TV. I was not to change the Channel or 
move it or undo any cables. I was to take the hand cuffs found in the 
drawer under the TV and cuff my hands behind my back around the back of 
the chair. The note ended there. I looked at the TV. It had been hooked 
up to cable and another set of feeds was coming in under the door too. 
It was tuned into a lame Public access channel. I got completely stark 
ass naked and got a pair of very real handcuffs out of the little 
drawer under the TV. I settled in and flipped a steel cuff over one 
wrist. I then reached behind me and around the back of the chair and 
flipped the other cuff onto my wrist. It was embarrassing but I figured 
I could always just stand up. I wasn't actually secured to the chair. 

I sat and dreamed up every kind of scenario that I could and deep down I
dreaded all that could happen tonight. After about 20 minutes of some 
lame geezer talking about UFO's and crap the show finally changed. I 
had guessed this part. It was the Beanery. They must produce a weekly 
show and run it on Public access. It was the same MC, with the same 
stupid banter about the hot stuff coming tonight. This time it was a 
good old fashioned Wet T-shirt night as well as a Wild Banana contest 
that he said would be graded on speed creativity and artistry. 

The group of women were brought out on stage and sure enough my sweet
Gwen was right in the middle. She was wearing a ribbed cotton tank top 
cut off just under her breasts. And the bottom half of the shirt was 
sitting on her hips like a short mini skirt. Even sitting there nude I 
could feel myself starting to respond. When it was Gwen's turn she 
stepped into the little paddler pool and kneeled as the guy that bought 
the rights for 50 bucks poured pitchers of Ice water over her.  He was 
about to grab a feel but the big black body guard stopped him. As he 
sat down she began to work the crowd. The little skirt soon became a 
belt and her thong was tiny. It tied on her hips and was just a string 
covering her ass. Next she slowly ripped her top up from the hem all 
the way to the top. The water stuck it to her nipples. As the song 
ended she whipped off her top and showed the whole bar full of men her 
tits. The guys loved it and I realized I was going to have bruised 
wrists from pulling on the handcuffs. 

The next contest began with out the girls even changing. They came out
in their wet T-shirts and to music rolled a condom down on a banana. 
Basically it looked like a virtual hand job on stage one of them even 
sucked the banana before she rolled down the condom. 

Gwen came out with her T-shirt tied between her breasts and went to the
bowl and chose what must have been the biggest and straightest banana. 
She went slowly back to the center of the stage and her music came on. 
It was slow sensuous music. She slowly faded to her knees. As she did 
so her hands and the banana stayed at the same level. She was now 
staring at it in her hand about six inches from her face. 

As one hand held it the other began to slowly stroke it. It began too
rise as the holding hand slowly rotated. I swear if you half closed 
your eyes you could see the banana as a huge cock hanging from a guy. 
As the banana finally went up to about what an erection would Gwen 
looked up above it and slowly flicked the tip with her tongue. It 
twitched with excitement. Gwen lowered her mouth over the head and 
began slowly taking it in and out of her mouth. As the member became 
slick with spit Gwen produced the condom from the hip of her thong. She 
tore it open with her teeth and extracted it from the package. All the 
while holding the banana in an erect state. Looking at her unknown 
imaginary lover she slowly slid her mouth back down on the Banana. It 
went way down her throat. As she pulled off the banana was incased in 
the condom. She had installed it with her teeth. 

The crowd went nuts. I was sure my beautiful Gwen was going to win this
contest. My dick was twitching but I was still cuffed to the chair. At 
that instant Gwen walked through the door into the closet. I was caught 
there with a major case of blue balls buck naked cuffed to a chair. 

She was wearing a very short very tight white mini-dress with heels. She
quickly straddled me and I could feel her hot bare pussy rubbing my 
cock. I almost came right there. Gwen smelled of Beer and cigarettes so 
I know she just came from the Bar. The show must have been taped and 
run after the show. Gwen said to me" So it looks like little Greggy 
liked the show." I turned crimson and said nothing. Again Gwen said. 
"Well lover we aren't done yet. I don't know how many times you banged 
that little slut but I think it is my turn." At that she got off my lap 
and reached into a bag sitting in a corner. 

Using a bunch of old leather belts she must have gotten from a thrift
store she attached me firmly to the chair. My elbows, and my thighs, 
and my ankles. Before she did my legs she grabbed my stiff cock and 
dragged me to the edge of the chair. My knees were splayed out as far 
as they could go. Gwen dropped to her knees right in front of me and 
did a repeat of the blowjob she gave the banana. Again I could feel my 
cum boiling in my balls. As I was about to shoot her mouth full I felt 
cold steel being wrapped around the base of my cock behind my nuts. It 
was another set of Handcuffs. Gwen ratcheted them closed around my cock 
and balls. They were very tight. My member stuck out lewdly and was as 
hard as I had ever seen it. I knew it was know impossible to loose this 
erection. All the blood was trapped in my cock and scrotum. I begged 
her to let me go. She just giggled and from her little handbag produced 
her thong panties she had been wearing on the tape. They were still 
moist. She kissed me hard and deep and as I relaxed she pulled away and 
stuffed them in my mouth. From my tie rack she pulled off an old tie 
and quickly secured the panties into my mouth. She stood back and 
smiled. 

Gwen turned and changed the channel on the TV. I was looking at an image
of my own living room. On my couch sat the MC from the club and beside 
him the giant black bouncer. They were drinking my beer and talking and 
laughing. Gwen said to me. " It is my turn now. Don't worry I will save 
my pussy for you dear. But the black guy is so cute I just might have 
to let him fuck me in the ass." Anal is something Gwen will do only 
reluctantly so I was surprised and shocked. Of course there was nothing 
I could do but watch. Gwen gave my dick a swat and left the room 
giggling. 

Seconds later Gwen appeared on the Monitor carrying a drink. She sat
down between the men and they talked in low voices. Both guys had their 
hands all over my sweet wife. Gwen got up and walked to the Stereo. As 
she approached I realized the camera must be concealed close to my 
Entertainment system as Gwen was walking straight to the camera. Gwen 
winked at me and blew me a kiss while her back was to her audience. 

The music started and Gwen began to dance. All she was wearing was a
dress and shoes so it was a pretty short strip tease. My wife was 
dancing very suggestively and being very provocative. She gave each guy 
a slow grinding lap dance. Gwen dropped to her knees in front of the 
black bouncer and unzipped his fly with her teeth. As she did so she 
was watching the MC and undoing his pants with her hand. Gwen pulled 
out both of their cocks and gave them both slow hand jobs. The MC had a 
pretty normal sized dick but the bouncer had a black monster of a cock. 
Gwen pulled a condom out of her purse and again ripped it open with her 
teeth. She repeated her banana trick on the bouncer as she continued to 
stroke the MC. 

I couldn't believe my sweet PTA wife had swallowed that huge black snake
but she had done it right before my eyes. The sight of her face all the 
way down to the man's balls made me try to cum. Of course the Hundcuff 
secured around the base of my dick made that impossible. Next she took 
a tube of lube and coated the condom covered cock. She moved to the 
other guy and spread his knees to get between them. She got down on her 
hands and knees with her back arched and her cute ass pointed to the 
camera. She reached up and pulled his dick down so it stuck straight 
out between his legs. She went down on him all the way to the balls. 
The guy rolled his head back and started to huff and puff. 

Gwen shook her cute little ass and beckoned to the black bouncer that
was sitting and watching. He didn't take long to get down on his knees 
behind her. The view of the camera was somewhat obscured but I could 
see Gwen reach between her legs and move the greasy cock head to where 
she wanted it. By the curve of her back I was pretty sure the bouncer 
had his plumb sized cockhead nestled right on Gwen's tight little ass 
hole. Gwen stopped sucking the MC and wrapped a hand around his cock. 
She laid her head on his lap and allowed the bouncer to penetrate her 
tight asshole. She screamed out in pain and pleasure and urged the 
black man on. 

When he was buried to the balls in her tiny hole she again stuffed the
MC's dick down her throat. I could see her throat muscles relax and 
stretch on every stroke. She was drooling and sputtering but she sure 
wasn't stopping. The men got in a rhythm. As the bouncer stroked he 
pushed her forward on the MC and so forth from all the way out to all 
the way in . Gwen was losing muscle control and her legs were shaking. 
I could tell even on the small TV that she was having an Orgasm. The MC 
reached out and grabbed her by the hair and forced her all the way down 
on his cock. He pumped her mouth full and she drak every drop. You 
could even see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked the cum out of him. 
The big black man tensed and shouted and shook. When he collapsed you 
could see the tip of his condom blown up like a creamy water balloon. 

Gwen slipped her dress on and said her goodbyes as the men were
definitely done for the night. I was sitting there in pain. My nuts had 
tried unsuccessfully to push sperm out of me three times. All with out 
being touched. My arms and legs burned from being bound to the chair. 
My slut wife came into the closet. She put a foot up on my thigh and 
rubbed her soaking wet pussy on my nose. She sank down in my lap and 
wrapped her arms around my neck. As she kissed me all over the face she 
taunted me with vivid descriptions of her behavior. Her hips were 
rocking and her pussy lips were soaking my painfully erect manhood. I 
could smell the sperm of another man on her breath as she talked to me. 
Finally she slowly slid her pussy lips down over my cock. She rode me 
hard. Again and again my body tried to release my stored up cum. Again 
and again the harsh steel prevented it. I thought I would die from the 
pleasure and pain combined. Gwen finally reached to the table and 
produced a key. Maintaining her pace and pausing for only a minute, as 
she experienced her third or fourth climax, she reached between us, 
leaned way back bending my tortured cock, and popped open the cuff 
around the base of my manhood. I exploded. I saw stars and felt wave 
after wave of unbelievably intense pleasure. I must have blacked out. 
As I awoke Gwen was still sitting on me and smiling. She looked me in 
the eyee and said. " Lover you have two choices. First I can leave and 
call your friend Ryan to come untie you. If I choose that you will be 
in contact with my lawyer. Or if you choose the second you will promise 
never to touch another woman again and I will untie you know. Nod your 
head once or twice. 

Of course I nodded twice. Gwen undid my gag and asked me if I was mad. I
said I was a little hurt but I knew I deserved it. I also asked her if 
we could go to the Beanery next Friday. She just laughed and said she 
would think about it as she finished untying me.