Chapter 3
Friday
Jack
Candy was quite bouncy when she came home tonight. Immediately, she informed me that she was invited to go on a ladies night out with some girls from her office.
Candy was practically dancing while she cooked us an early dinner. Then she took forever getting ready for her night out with the girls.
My jaw dropped open when she came into the living room ready to catch her uber to wherever she is going. She is wearing her indecently short little black dress that I have not seen her wear since we were newlyweds.
“Holy shit! Is that what you are wearing tonight?” I gasped.
“Exactly where are you going dressed like that?” I inquired.
“It’s no big deal Jack. I’m just going clubbing with the girls and I do not want to dressed like an old woman with those young girls,” she told me.
Then she was out the door before I could say another word.
I am feeling quite apprehensive that my wife of 13 years is going out dressed like a slut. Sure, at 37 years old she still has a screaming hot body and she has always had a beautiful face. Her light skin, coal black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes draw attention wherever she goes.
But going out to a meat market dressed like a slut really has me worried. Should I be worried or is this just some male insecurity?
I fill a tumbler with 4oz of Tullamore Dew Irish whiskey and retire to my den to do some writing and keep my mind off worrying about what Candy might be up to. Besides, at the end of the day, she will come home to me…right?
Candy
Barry has set up a bachelor’s party to be the entertainment for six college fellas sowing their oats while sending off their buddy to the altar.
The fellas are all paying $200 each for the entertainment except the groom. But Barry is filming this as a Hot wife gang bang and I have the staring roll.
The six men and the groom are waiting for me when I arrive at the penthouse suite that Barry rented for the night. All stripped down to shorts.
“Oh gawd Barry, she’s even prettier than you said,” one of the men gasped. I assumed that he was the groom since he had a fake kings crown on his head. “That’s right handsome. And you will get the pleasure of having me first tonight,” I answered him.
I saw all 7 mouths drop open when I unzipped my black minidress and stood before them in nothing more than my 4-inch hi-heels. I walked up to the groom and kissed him on the cheek while Barry brough out a kitchen chair to the middle of the living room area.
“Take those shorts off hunny. I am going to give you a night that you will never forget. This will be the best sex you have ever had,” I told the young man. “B-B-Brad…my name is Brad,” he told me. “I am Candy…I will make your teeth hurt,” I chuckled.
I sexily danced around Brad. Stopping in front him to straddle his lap and allow him to fondle and suck on my breasts. I placed may hands on the back of his head and pulled him tighter. “Yes baby, you take what you like.” I purred while he slobbered all over my tits.
When I saw the precum oozing out of his dick, I reached down and guided it into my dripping gash. “We’ll make a ton of coin off this video on the internet,” Barry said. “Ooooooooooh fuck yes,” Brad groans as my hot buttery slick vagina slides all the way down his 6-inch boner.
Brad feasts on my tits like a starving man as I hump up and down savagely. He is moaning so lustily that I know it won’t be long till he blows his load in my pussy. I made a deal at the last minute that if the fellas paid $50 more, they could cum in my pussy.
Suddenly, Brads head fell back and he made a noise like a wolf howling at the moon. Then I felt his cock jumping inside of me spewing a half dozen ropes of cum deep inside of me.
Next, I had two guys fuck me at a time. I would mount one of them on the chair with him in my pussy and the second man would fuck my ass from behind.
In about 3 hours, I made $1500 dollars for the “entertainment” of fucking me repeatedly. After the fellas exited the room, Barry set up the video camera so he could record him fucking me up the ass in the shower stall.
After the shower, Barry and I fucked a second time before I dressed to go home. It was just past 2am when the uber pulled up to our mansion in Queen Anne.
I was shocked to find Jack sitting on the couch in the living room in the dark. There is a half empty bottle of Tullamore Dew sitting on the coffee table and an empty tumbler.
“My glorious wife never has time to do a date night with me anymore and yet she go out dressed like a tramp on a Friday night till early into the morning,” Jack grumbled slurring his words.
“Look sweetie, it was just a girls night out. You should just go to bed and sleep of the whiskey,” I answered him.
“Sure, you can go out all night showing you ass off for anyone who walks by but no pussy for Jack tonight.” Jack hissed. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you Jack.
“Fuck you Candy. I am not jealous, I am pissed off as hell,” Jack raised his voice. “And what about those week long trips with that asshole CEO Barry? You telling me that nothing happens between you on those trips?” Jack is now yelling.
“Look Jack, I am not going to stand here and listen to you accusations. You can just sleep off your drunken pity party in the downstair guest room,” I hissed.
I left the living room before Jack could say anymore. But it is pretty obvious that I need to worry about his suspicions now. What would he do if he ever found that Hotwife porn site I am on?