Tease gets whats coming

Wife is warned about drunken teasing, but she can handle it. Right? Fantasy.

Carol has always been a tease. It's how we met; later, we married.
Carol is good looking in a non dramatic way, well proportioned for her five feet ten height. Light brown hair that turns blond in the sun tops off a great body. When she flirts with friends, they make the most of it, a little touching and hugging kind of thing.

The trouble started when, after a few gins, she even flirted with total strangers too. Twice, I had to tell her how close she came to real trouble. The second time, she was surprised to hear how one guy had a hand on her breast while a second had his hand at her min thigh, before I interrupted things. A vague memory surfaced, and she was genuinely shocked.

For a while, she toned things back, drank less, flirted less intently and only with friends. It couldn't last, of course.

An evening bash after a wedding breakfast for two, more like acquaintances, we were not at earlier events of the day, there were a few friends with whom Carol flirted, and then a few new friends were made.

I had previously told Carol when the flirting began to ramp it back or, it would cause a problem one time. She thought not, we argued.

“So, if it gets as far as that other time, you won't need me to step in then? You'll handle it, will you?” I asked, firmly.

“What do you think, I'm going to let someone fuck me?”

“You didn't remember anything that time, until I reminded you. So how will you know when to stop it?” I accused.

She came back with, “You worry too much, trust me!”

“Fine, if you get fucked by a total stranger, you deal with the aftermath. Alright?” I threw at her.

“Fine, I will!” was the final comment.

So, the after party.

By about eleven thirty, the crowd was thinning, people we knew had gone, and we were hanging with new people. Diane, sister of the head bridesmaid, Steve, because there has to be a Steve, Nat, Dale and Alex.

Alex had become very friendly with Carol. They would thump each other or hold hands briefly, or call each other names, all in fun. Carol would lean into him in a very snugly fashion, he would whisper in her ear and she would thump him, sometimes saying things like, “Dirty boy,” or “Perv.” And round they'd go again.

Diane was getting on with Nat very well, and they were a little hands on too. Steve and I talked world politics, well, slagged off Trump and Starmer,
Dale chimed in now and then, he was sitting next to Carol, who mostly had her back to him. Alex, I noticed was now getting subtle touches of certain parts of my wife. I fully admit to kind of hoping he would get somewhere, I love saying I told someone as well as having that fantasy thought of seeing another man fuck Carol.

Diane was openly getting it on with Nat, second base, the other side of the table. I went to get a tray of drinks as the bar was closing soon, and was across the room for a few minutes, from where I saw Alex trying to wrestle with Carol. I found out later he was trying to pull down, or up, her boob tube and get a hand up her pleated blue skirt. Carol was resisting. All very jovial.

I could hear excited squeals and shrieks from Carol and see Diane had a breast half out of her top with a drunken grin on her face, and a drunken Nat trying to get her hand inside his trousers. They left together a couple of minutes later.

“Dale,” called Alex, “grab this Hellions's hands mate, she challenged me.”

Apparently there was a challenge about Carol's panties being a certain type, colour or size, and Alex was told it was for Carol “to know, and you to find out!” Dale looked over at me and I shrugged. Let him decide her fate.

As I paid the barman he mentioned, “I get off in ten minutes, if you lot want to play either I join in or you take it elsewhere and I lock up.”

I told him if it goes the right way, play it by ear and see what you can do. The loud tart is mine, so help yourself if it goes that way. He grinned and nodded. I headed back to the group.

As I put the tray on the table, Dale said he had to go, he looked overwhelmed. I said I was going to the gents and left Carol with Alex trying to get two hands up her skirt, I love the fact that she wears stockings, tonight's were hold ups, and this would make it easier for Alex.

As I left the room I saw Steve hold one of Carols arms above her head and she and he fought over his other hand, which was challenging for control of the boob tube.

I deliberately took my time, and, as I came back I saw Alex waving Carols pink panties around in triumph, and the barmen, an Asian looking Londoner, diving head first into my wife's snatch. She let out a shocked (and I believe excited) squeal. Steve suddenly had the boob tube sliding up her arms to reveal her gorgeous breasts.

Carol was saying “No” a lot, most unconvincingly, and Alex left??? With his trophy. Barman Hari, soon moved up as he pulled a moaning Carol down and shoved his suddenly exposed cock into her. She cried out, a noise I couldn't interpret, but she didn't seem to resist. In fact, after a minute or so, she began to push back and then wrapped her legs around Hari as Steve mauled her chest.

I sat down and rubbed my crotch as I sipped my coke, Steve began to remove his jeans and Hari took over the tits. Carol definitely came, the strangled sound of; “Shit, I'm coming, I gonna c...” was a give away.

Seconds later Hari, with a few deep, slow thrusts also announced his arrival. In no time, Steve, had Carol on her back, on the cushioned bench seat, and mounted her, missionary style. This gave me the chance to insert my own hard on into Carol's mouth. An event usually only for special occasions.

I loved seeing another man humping my wife, the bouncing boobs were a sight to behold, as was the sound of him calling my wife a “teasing slut”. I held Carol's head firmly and for the first time ever, shot my cum into her mouth. She had to swallow a lot of it before I let go of her head and withdrew.

This must have set off Steve as he started saying; “Take my cum you slut, I'm shooting my seed into your cheating slut cunt. Take this cum...” And he Aahhhd his way through an orgasm. So did Carol.

Hari was back behind his bar, Steve redressed as he thanked me for a great night and put a business card on the table. “Just in case.” he said. I put it in Carol's bag and then dressed. Steve left quickly.

I helped a subdued wife to dress, waved to Hari, who nodded, and steered a wobbly wife out of the hotel to our car. On the way home I told Carol to drop the boob tube, and to my surprise, she did, almost all the way home.

I got Carol to bed, went back downstairs for a stiff brandy, and then went back up. I got to fuck my drunk wife while she all but slept, and then had a bloody good nights sleep.

Carol was showered and in her robe making toast when I got to the kitchen, I sat and said; “I love it when I get to say, I told you so, and, I told you so!”

“I know, now what?” she asked, subdued.

“Now what what?”

“Are we alright, or, or, do I pack a bag?”

“How much do you recall?” I asked.

“I think all of it, the stuff with Alex and Steve and the barman. And you.”

“And how does that make you feel?” I asked, doing my psychiatrist impression.

“Worried,” she said after a moment. “scared of what you feel. Excited and concerned that I loved it. I'm pretty sure I knew what I was doing, at least most of the time. Are you cross?”

“A little,” I told her. “I could have stopped it, but then I thought you deserve to feel bad, and I deserved to see you get fucked like a cheap slut after all the times you flirted like one!” She didn't like that a lot but took it well.

“So um, am I forgiven, please?” She asked like a child.

“Two things first.”

“OK.” she said, cautious but hopeful.

“One, when I want you to swallow my cum, you do it, no arguing. Two, bend over this table now, I'm going to fuck you like a cheap whore. I may even cum in your mouth after!”

She bent over the table.