Where's my wife? Part 1

Me and my wife attend a company party at the CEO's mansion and I lose track of her. What happens there changes our lives forever.

My wife presented her badge through the car window to the guard at the gate. He scanned it, took a close look at her, and then handed it back.

"Thank you. Drive forward to the main entrance and the attendants will park your car for you." He said.

As we drove up the long driveway, the mansion came into view. It was impressive, highlighting just how well the company was doing. I estimated that it was worth at least $50 million. Later I would increase that figure substantially. My wife gasped.

"I still can't believe that we were invited to this party. In past years, only upper-level management were allowed to attend." She said.

"Maybe it's just as they said in the invitation; the company did so well this year and they attributed that to the efforts of the sales and technical teams."

"I know, but it still seems unreal. They've never done this before. I'm so excited. I've heard so many rumors over the years."

I'm sure the parking attendants had seen many sexy women, but they definitely took a second look at my wife. And who could blame them? The new dress she had bought for this party fit her like a glove, showing off all her curves. At 32, she was in even better shape than when I met her, thanks to many hours in the gym.

We had barely gotten past the giant foyer before we were met by one of my wife's coworkers. She was a pretty young blond, maybe 25 years old, wearing a short cocktail dress. Her big tits and toned legs quickened my pulse.

"Honey, this is Hannah, our team's administrative assistant." My wife said. "Hannah, this is my husband Tom."

"It's nice to meet you. Sharon has talked about you many times." I said as I shook her hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you too." She said. "Let me show you around a little."

Over the next half hour Hannah introduced me to more of my wife's coworkers and managers, showed us where the food and drink was, and the bathrooms. Even better than all that though, I discovered the smoking room where several men were enjoying a fine cigar.

"Mind if I indulge?" I asked Sharon.

"Go ahead." She laughed. "I know you don't often get the chance. Hannah and I are going to find the rest of our team."

To my shock, I was offered an Opus-X, which is one of the finest cigars I've ever smoked, and is hard to find in this area. It's expensive even if you can. And here they were handing them out like suckers. I couldn't pass that up. I also enjoyed some 15 year-old whiskey while I was there. Time seemed to stand still as I smoked, drank, and chatted with the other men.

An hour and a half later, my wife had still not returned, so I went looking for her. She wasn't around the bar or the food table, nor did I find her in any of the adjoining areas. So I finally started asking people. The first few didn't know, but eventually a man I didn't know pointed up a staircase.

This area of the house was empty of guests. I wandered around for a while and got lost. I must have been up there for 20 minutes before I happened to find a set of french doors that led out onto a large veranda looking down onto the grounds behind the house.

It looked like most of the guests were there, seated in front of a stage. It wasn't huge, but big enough for a band. The instruments and sound equipment were setup, but the musicians were nowhere in sight. Instead, there was a man with a microphone standing near the front. Behind him, a line of 5 woman stood motionless. I tuned in to what he was saying.

"...they are completely under my control and can only hear my voice. To prove it, I'll give them a few simple commands. Ladies, lift your left leg."

All the women lifted their left leg. I realized this was a hypnotist show. I knew that hypnotism was bullshit, but these shows could be fun and continued to watch.

"Hold your hands above your head."

The woman all put their hands over their head. They looked ridiculous in their fancy dresses standing on one foot with their hands in the air, but that was the point. The audience chuckled. It was about that time that I realized my wife was one of the woman on the stage! I was hoping she didn't embarrass herself too badly, but I was hardly in a position to do anything about it. At least I had found her.

"You can put your hands and foot down. How about we have some fun now? Ladies, you are now on vacation with your husband or boyfriend. Or maybe both."

That elicited a laugh from the audience.

"And feeling exceptionally daring, you agree to enter an amateur strip-tease contest at your partner's urging. When the music starts, you will only see strangers both up here on the stage and in the audience, except for your husband or boyfriend."

The audience members started talking excitedly between themselves.

"Now, for the audience. I need you to clap and shout like a typical spring break crowd in order to make this feel real to our brave volunteers up here on the stage."

I had no doubt that my modest wife would not strip in front of all these people, even if she thought they were strangers instead of coworkers. She might dance around a bit, but I just couldn't see her taking off her clothes.

The music started, "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard. The women started dancing and the audience began yelling and clapping. I was hoping that at least one of the women stripped off completely, but I had my doubts.

Initially they just danced seductively, but as the audience chanted "take it off", 3 of the women, including Hannah, began unzipping/unbuttoning their dress. My cock twitched as I considered the possibility that I might soon be seeing some female flesh that was normally hidden. I was especially interested in Hannah's tits, which I judged to be a good cup size larger than Sharon's.

One by one, 3 dresses hit the floor of the stage, leaving only my wife and one other woman fully clothed. But as I focused on my wife, I noticed something strange. I watched as she reached into one of her sleeves and pulled out her bra! Somehow I had not noticed her unsnapping it or pulling the strap off her other arm. Probably because I was distracted by the other women.

Even from my more distant perch, I could now see her B-cup tits jiggling loosly under her dress as she danced. The song ended and the next one started: "Her Strut" by Bob Seger. Hannah and the other two began teasing the audience by playing with the clasps on their bras. Hannah was the first one to actually pull it off and throw it into the audience.

Despite the sight of Hannah's bare, bouncing tits, which were beautiful, I was keeping a closer eye on my wife. So I immediately caught the moment when Sharon reached under her dress and pulled down her thongs. That was shocking enough, but when she balled them up and stuffed them into the Hypnotist's pocked, my mind went blank. I didn't know what to think. My cock did though, as it filled to complete hardness.

One of the other women joined Hannah and removed her bra. She was about 10 years older, and her tits had a little more sag, but they were still an enjoyable sight. As the song passed the midway point, I began to think the show was over, but that turned out to be wrong. My wife, that I had always believed to be modest, turned around and slowly lowered the zipper on her dress.

At this point I was still sure she was only teasing. There's no way the woman I married would exhibit her nude body in front of all these people! With her back still facing the audience, she looked over her shoulder and slowly pulled the sleeves down on both sides. The dress sagged down, and she momentarily held it up. I held my breath.

Then she dropped her arms and it fell to the floor, exposing her bare back and ass. My mouth was dry and it felt like my heart was ready to explode, along with my cock. She turned around and threw her arms in the air as the closing bars of the song rang out. My jaw dropped as she flaunted her perfect 34B tits and shaved pussy. The song ended.

"Let's give these all these ladies a round of applause." The Hypnotist said.

I hardly heard the enthusiastic clapping. I had no idea at the time what had brought my wife to this point, but eventually my wife related the following to me.

*** Hannah and I each got a glass of wine and started wandering around. We ran into a couple of the men from my team and chatted with them. Then we found ourselves in a quiet little alcove and I saw Hannah pop a small pill.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Just a little party enhancer."

"You use drugs?"

"We all use drugs. Some aren't endorsed by the medical industry, but that doesn't make them bad."

"Point taken." I said, "But isn't it kind of dangerous taking something someone cooked up in their kitchen?"

Hannah laughed. "I'm not using meth made by some sketchy, toothless hillbilly! This is made in a clean room by chemists that know what they are doing."

"OK, OK. I'm not being judgemental."

"Would you like to try one?" Hannah asked.

"No thank you. I'll stick with my wine."

"Are you sure? It's only a mild version of Ecstasy. It gives you many of the same effects of alcohol, but without the hangover."

"I'm sure." I said.

We moved on and I noticed this unfamiliar man stopping and chatting briefly with all the women he met. As I watched this happening, I started to feel strange. Kind of euphoric and disconnected from reality. Loose, but not drunk exactly. It was weird. That's when the man came up and started talking to me.

I don't remember exactly what we discussed, but when our conversation was over, I felt better. Everything still seemed dream-like, but I just didn't care. I didn't realize that Hannah wasn't with me. I wandered into a room where some men and women were dancing.

A couple of them where men from my team. One of them, Brian, asked me to dance. Normally I wouldn't have because technically as the team lead, I'm his superior, but for some reason it sounded like fun, so I accepted. He's a little older than me and a good dancer. He smelled good. I enjoyed myself.

Then another man cut in. He was younger and more aggressive, holding me tighter and grinding into me. Yet another man replaced him. Soon they were all squeezing my ass and pulling me into their bodies. I could feel their hard cocks against my tummy. It was exciting as they passed me around.

"Hey, the show is about to start!" Someone shouted.

For some reason I really wanted to go to the show, even though a few of the men wanted to continue dancing. So I left and followed everybody else outside. When the MC took the stage, I recognized him as the man I had talked to earlier, but otherwise I didn't think anything of it.

When he asked for volunteers, I was surprised to find my hand in the air. He picked me, Hannah, one other woman from finance, and two I didn't know. We all went up on stage where he said he would hypnotize us. He talked quietly to each of the other four, and one by one they took on a blank look.

When he came to me, he started talking, but I don't really remember what he said. All I recall is feeling very relaxed and having some really wild, erotic dreams.

*** I was in total shock as my wife stood there showing off her nude body to all these people. A body that only I had seen up until now. My feet wouldn't move. I wanted to run down there and pull her off that stage, but I also realized with a sinking feeling that it was too late. The damage had been done. All of her upper management as well as the people she worked with had seen her naked. That bell could not be un-rung.

The Hypnotist went to each woman and said something quietly to them. All, except my wife walked over and sat on a chair on the left side of the stage. It was only now that I realized Hannah was nude too. When did that happen? Must have been right at the end while my wife had my full attention.

"Is this lovey lady's direct supervisor here tonight?" The Hypnotist asked as he placed a chair right in the middle of the stage.

A man in the second row raised his hand.

"Come on up. Congratulations Sharon, you have won the contest. But now, you have decided to try some lap dancing, just to complete the fantasy of being an exotic dancer. This is a private dance, so you don't have to worry about anybody else seeing what you do with this handsome stranger. When the music starts you will begin."

My wife's boss, a man easily 20 years her senior, sat down in the chair and the music started. The overweight, balding middle-manager grinned from ear to ear as Sharon started swaying and bouncing in front of him.

Fuck! I have to get down there and stop this, I thought to myself. I dashed back inside and looked around frantically. I could go left or right, but I had no idea which direction would lead me the quickest to the ground floor and outside. I could hear the music playing through the open veranda doors.

I wanted to get to my wife as fast as possible, but I also wanted to know what she was doing with her boss on that stage. After a moment of brain-lock, my need to see what was happening won out. I dashed back out onto the veranda.

My wife was leaning over my boss and shaking her tits in his face, dragging her hard nipples across his lips. Where did she learn to do that? A movie maybe, or perhaps one of those romance novels she reads? Fortunately he was keeping his hands at his side the way he was supposed to.

After teasing him for another minute or so, she sat down on his lap, facing away from him. She ground her ass on his lap in time to the beat. I'm sure she could feel his hard prick pressing up on his dress pants. No doubt they would require cleaning tomorrow.

Then she gave me another shock when she took his hands in hers and placed them on her tits! He happily squeezed her sexy globes and pulled on the sensitive nipples. A hand slid slowly down her body and between her thighs. She spread her legs to give him better access. He pushed a fat digit up into her obviously wet hole and began fucking finger fucking her.

I couldn't believe what a lewd spectacle my wife was making of herself in front of these people. How could she ever face them again, knowing what they had seen? Then the music stopped and she got off his lap.

"Given how much he has tipped you, Sharon," the Hypnotist said, "I think he deserves something special for the last song, don't you think? I'll let you decide what that is. Just make sure he leaves happy!"

I had no idea what would happen next, but I knew I couldn't stop it. Even if I ran, I doubted I could find my way out there before it was over. The music started again and my wife got down on her knees between her boss's legs. She unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Was she planning on fucking him or just giving him a hand-job?

Neither, as it turned out. She bent over and took him in her mouth, which she rarely does for me. Yet another surprise. Who was this woman? Either he was really excited, or she had been hiding some awesome oral skills because after only bobbing on him for 30 seconds, he was throwing his head back and thrusting upward into her mouth.

I gasped when I realized that she wasn't pulling off his cock. He was cumming in her mouth! She never let me do that, saying only whores did that. To add insult to injury, she then swallowed his entire load; looking proud of her achievement.

My head was spinning. I had to sit down. I was only barely aware of her boss leaving the stage and Sharon switching places with Hannah. Once again, the Hypnotist called out for Hannah's boss, but nobody in the audience raised their hand.

Then they all started pointing at the stage. I refocused to see my wife's hand up. Of course, she was Hannah's direct supervisor!

"Well, well, isn't this interesting. Sharon, please come over here and sit down."

I stood up quickly and grabbed the railing. He wouldn't do that, would he? I didn't know about Hannah, but my wife was not a lesbian. Surely she would wake up and object to this. Wouldn't she?

To be continued.