Where's my wife? Part 3

We talk about what happened at the party. Her side of the story and attitude about it now were shocking to me.

Fortunately, the party was on a Saturday, so my wife was able to sleep in the next day. When she did wake up, her memory was hazy about what happened after she went off with Hannah and left me in the smoking room.

I was trying to decide how to tell her what happened, when she received a couple of videos from Hannah. One was a clip from the hypnotist show that included her stripping and sucking off her boss. The second one showed her in the guest bedroom with the hypnotist and Hannah. This was something that must have happened after the show while I was trying to find my way down there.

"I thought it was all a dream." My wife whispered.

"You remember this now?"

"Now that I see it, yes. But it felt like a dream. You know, one of those vivid dreams where you know it's a dream, so you aren't afraid and can enjoy yourself no matter what happens. It's a safe place to experience your darkest fantasies because you know it's not real."

That explained why she seemed so willing to everything she did.

"So these are actual fantasies you have?" I asked.

"Not specifically, no. But being naked in front of a crowd, and being a prostitute, yeah. Those are common fantasies for women, even though most would not want to live them out."

"But you did live them out."

"I didn't know it then. I thought we were on vacation and you dared me to take part in an amateur stripping contest."

"And why would your boss be with us on our vacation?"

"Dreams don't always make sense, but in this case, I thought he was you. In my memory, that was you. Your face, your dick." She said.

At the start of the second video, Sharon and the hypnotist were kissing and fondling each other. He was still dressed, but she had her hand inside his pants. Hannah can be heard encouraging my wife to impress the hypnotist, which she called "the manager", so that she would "get the job".

So I knew Hannah was the one holding the camera phone, but I didn't know what she was talking about at first. Then my wife spoke up.

"At this point I remember thinking that I was 'interviewing' for a job at a brothel, and that he was the manager. I don't know where I got those ideas from though."

"I think that was all the hypnotist's doing, at Hannah's urging." I said.

"Hannah? What does she have to do with it?"

"She admitted to slipping some sort of party drug into your drink. I also saw her talking to the hypnotist just before the 3 of you left the stage."

"Oh, my."

In the video, the hypnotist, now naked from the waist down, pushed my wife down onto the bed. She spread her legs invitingly and he slipped between them. Her sharp intake of breath when he penetrated her could be heard on the video. He fucked her hard for about a minute, grunted a few times as he came, then stood up.

The video zoomed in on Sharon's pussy; cum visible leaking out of her freshly used hole. Then he pulled her off the bed and told her to get on her knees.

"Now show me your oral skills by cleaning off my cock." He said.

After she happily performed this task, he put his pants back on. Then the picture on the video jumped around the room for a few seconds as Hannah gave the camera to the hypnotist.

"Now show me you know how to please a woman." The hypnotist said.

My wife stepped up to Hannah and kissed her. Not a friendly peck, but like a lover. I couldn't deny that was very hot. I glanced over and Sharon was watching with rapt attention. Was she as excited by this as me?

My wife in the video was now helping Hannah take off her dress. She fondled and kissed her friend's perky tits, sucking lightly on the nipples. Sharon's hand slid down between them and onto Hannah's pussy. She moaned and moved her legs further apart to give my wife more access.

She first pushed one, then two fingers up into Hannah's dripping hole. I never thought I'd see my wife making out with another woman like this, and told her as much.

"Me neither. But as I watch, I'm remembering it now. It was so different with a woman. So soft and sensual. She smelled so much different too. Her body was hot and her kisses were electric." My wife said as we watched her make-out with Hannah on the video.

She was flushed. I could tell she was aroused watching herself and Hannah making love. In my mind I was conflicted, but my cock had decided this was a great development - I was hard as steel.

They moved to the bed, with Hannah on her back, legs spread. Much as Sharon had been earlier. My wife spent a little more time on Hannah's tits, then kissed her way down to her crotch. At first she teased her with light, quick kisses all over her thighs and pussy.

Then Sharon opened up her labia with both hands and leaned in, inhaling her natural aroma deeply. The hypnotist zoomed in so that we could see clearly when she stuck out her tongue and licked Hannah's slit from her taint all the way up to her clit.

Hannah's body shuddered and she moaned loudly. After that my wife got to work. She licked and sucked her friend through two loud, thrashing orgasms before Hannah pushed her away.

"Fuck, I needed that." She sighed. "You're definitely ready for some clients now."

That's when the video ended. I looked at my wife. She was flushed and biting the bottom of her lip. He hand was between her legs. I could see the need in her eyes. We never made it to the bedroom. I fucked her hard and fast right there on the kitchen table; a first for us, believe it or not.

In the afterglow, Sharon said, "We haven't fucked like that in years. We'll have to watch that again."

That's when it occurred to me that there were probably other videos out there from that party. Maybe a lot of them. That could be a real problem. What if some of them ended up on the Internet? All those people out there witnessing my wife acting like a wanton slut and prostitute.

Why was my cock getting hard again?

After another round of fierce sex that left us both temporarily satiated, we finally had a serious discussion about her future.

"How are you going to face all those people at work now?" I asked.

She thought for a moment. "They were the ones that took advantage of me. How will they be able to face me?"

That's my wife, always looking for a way to flip the script.

"So the 'me too' treatment?"

"Something like that. With maybe a little 'how dare you' thrown in."

"Still, I could see some of them, like your boss, trying to hold your reputation hostage to get more of the same." I said.

"We'll just have to take one step at a time." She said. "I think I'll hold a meeting - off site - with me team to clear the air. Hopefully we can all move past this and just get back to work."

She was taking this much better than I ever thought she could. I wouldn't say my wife was prude before this, but things like public nudity, sex outside marriage, sex with women, not to mention prostitution, were all forbidden.

Now it seemed she was accepting of all those things, and more. What had happened to her at that party had changed her. One the one hand, being a little more liberated about sex was a good thing, but on the other, I didn't want her having affairs behind my back either. Maybe hot-wifing and/or swinging?

The problem was, I still didn't know how deep this change went or how long it would last. Would she revert to her previous attitudes over time? Maybe her first day back at work, which was tomorrow, would be revealing.

*** I get a text in the afternoon from my wife that she is having an off-site meeting after work with all the people that had been "involved" with the incidents at the party, and to expect her to be a little late getting home.

I thought that meant 7 or 8, so I was surprised when 9 rolled around and she still wasn't home. I tried to call her, but it went to voicemail. About 9:30 I got a text that the meeting went longer than she expected and was on her way now.

She walked through the door about 10. I immediately noticed it; that look a woman has after she's been sexually satisfied. I decided to play it cool, though. I wanted to hear her explanation before I accused her of anything.

"So, how'd it go?" I asked.

"We decided to meet at Hannah's place because I wanted to be able to talk frankly, and I didn't think I could do that in a public location."

"OK, that makes sense, I guess."

"It was a little awkward, but I explained that I didn't plan it, and that things got a little out of control." She said.

"A little?"

She shushed me and continued.

"I told them it was an exciting memory I'll carry with me forever, but that I was married, and it was a one-time thing, and not to expect anything like that to happen again."

"They all seemed to agree, so I was ready to call it a night when some of the men started arguing about who was the better lover. They wanted me to decide, but I thought that was a bad idea and so I resisted. Things were getting a little heated until Hannah said that there was an easy way to resolve it."

"She suggested we play a little game where they could prove who was the best. I was doubtful there was any objective way to do that, but she explained how the game worked and they all wanted to do it."

This all sounded sketchy to me, so I asked exactly how this game worked.

"Hannah said she saw this played at a party once. There's one woman and a number of men, all naked. She gets comfortable and the men line up. The first one penetrates her once and then pulls out. The rest do the same. Then they repeat, except they give her 2 strokes, increasing by a stroke on each new round."

"Once they cum, they are out of the game. The last man standing wins. They may not cum inside her except for the last man, since he earned it. The punishment for breaking that rule is up to the woman."

"You didn't go along with this game, did you?" I asked.

"At first it sounded like Hannah was going to be the woman, which seemed fair considering what she did to me at the party. But then there were some discussions about that, including a lot of compliments sent my way, and somehow I found myself agreeing to play."

"What the fuck? Didn't you just get done telling them no more?"

"That's true, but for some reason it just seemed more important to resolve this dispute between them, for the good of the team. I know that sounds pathetic now, but at the time it made sense." She said, shaking her her head slightly.

"The two married men, and Kirk, who is in a committed relationship, all left. Christina decided to stay and watch, leaving the other 4 single men on the team. We went into Hannah's bedroom and got undressed. She has a tall poster type bed so I could lay near the edge and they could just step up and enter me easily."

"I was very wet already, from the anticipation, but Hannah insisted on going down on me to make sure I was ready. She took me to the edge and then said the game was starting."

"The first few rounds were a bit of a tease, for me at least, because they switched so often. But as the count increased, I found myself enjoying it more and more."

Here we go again, I thought. How did she keep getting into these situations? Was she drugged again? Sharon appeared to be completely sober to me now, so that seemed unlikely.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, but I came a couple of times. I couldn't help it. They went on for a lot longer than I thought possible. The count was over 20 by the time the first man was out."

"Probably all the time while they were waiting their turn, allowed them to cool off and go for longer than they normally would." I said.

"I hadn't thought of that. You're probably right. Anyway, the winner was Rod. I think you met him, he's the young black man. He really had stamina and easily beat the others."

"Let me ask you something. Did you drink or eat anything at Hannah's?" I asked.

"No, nothing at all."

"Just checking."

"Oh, you were wondering if I was drugged again. No, everything felt real, not like floating through a dream like at the party. I'm sure I was stone sober the entire time."

"Then how do you explain your behavior this time?" I asked point blank.

"Honestly Tom, I think you're making too much out of this."

"Making too much out of it? My wife pulls a train with her coworkers and somehow it's me that's being unreasonable?"

"Just think of it as a team building exercise. Besides they had all had sex with me before, so is it really such a big deal?"

"Yes, yes it is a big deal. At least it was for you before that damn party."

She stepped up to me and put her hand on my crotch. "There's at least one part of you that doesn't seem to mind." She purred.

She was right about that. My cock was painfully hard. I didn't want to be turned on by what my wife had done, but I was. And now she was rubbing her sexy body up against me and all I wanted to do was rip off her clothes and fuck her senseless.

"Come on stud, and show me who the real love making champion is." She said seductively and led me to the bedroom.

I don't think I lasted as long as Rod, but I did pound her through two orgasms, so I considered that a win in my book. Sharon was asleep beside me, but my mind was too busy running in circles to let me nod off.

Whatever had changed with my wife, it had not abated even a little. Hannah and the others didn't seem to have any problem manipulating her into another orgy. But it was clear they had some sort of hold over her, and they weren't afraid to use it to get what they wanted.

For right now, that was sex, which was bad enough. What if that changed though, and they wanted more. How deep did their control go? And was this just Hannah, or were more of her team pulling my wife's strings?

So many questions with no answers in sight. I felt like my life was spiraling out of control and there was nothing I could do about it. Someone once said that if you find yourself falling off a mountain, you may as well try to fly; you've got nothing to lose. So now I'm flapping my arms as hard as I can.