Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Ruined Wife: #1

Chris couldn't wait for him and his wife Jamie's hot date tonight. They had planned it all week for their fifth wedding anniversary. They were going to a club dancing and having a few drinks, but most of all he couldn't wait to take her back and fuck the shit out of her. They had always had a very active sex life, his wife was a slut in bed. Every time they made love it was like the first time. She was his trophy wife. She loved sex, she was experimental, she had the tightest pussy he had ever had, and most of all his was the only cock she had ever felt. She was his spectacle that everyone was jealous of. He loved her short blonde hair framing her face in her black rimmed glasses. Her pert and supple 36Cs, and her sexy thin waist that extenuated her nice firm ass. For a 37 year old she didn't look a day past 25, which was much more than Chris could say about himself. Now he sat downstairs in his nice outfit waiting for his wife to get ready. He couldn't wait to see what she was wearing, she had teased him all week about what she had bought for the occasion.

Upstairs as Jamie was getting ready to go she talked on her phone with her best friend Claire. Claire had given her the hottest idea she had heard a few weeks earlier, and couldn't wait for her husband to have fun with her when they got back. "Now you took the two rolls I gave you right?"

"Yes Claire, when I get back we're going to fuck all night. He has no clue that I even am doing this, he's going to have so much fun tonight treating me like a slut when we get home." Jamie said as she finished putting the rest of her makeup on. "Hey I have to go, it's time for me and Chris to hit the clubs."

"Have fun don't get into to much trouble." Claire said with a giggle before hanging up.

By the time Chris and Jamie had arrived at the club Jamie was starting to feel the ecstasy kick in. Everything seemed to feel amazing as she slid her hands over the soft leather of Chris' luxury sedan.

Entering the club Chris could tell something was different with Jamie, she had been more flirty than usual with him. Brushing it off as nothing he remember how she told him she had been playing with herself all day waiting for tonight, and attributed it to her just being overly horny for him.

An hours had passed, they had danced and had a few drinks. The ecstasy had now overpowered Jamie. Her pussy was throbbing between her legs, and her panties were entirely soaked. She wanted to take her man home and get the fucking she needed, but she kept her mouth shut, knowing that Chris would want to stay for at least another hour and have a few drinks. They quietly sat down at a back table to have a few drinks.

Chris hadn't notice his wife's state of intoxication, mostly because of his own already. They had a few drinks before they danced and he just assumed that she was really tipsy. They flirted with each other, her sipping on her fuzzy navel, him with his Budweiser. After about thirty minutes Jamie was ready to leave, but before she could say anything they were approached by a man. He was nicely dressed in a suit and tie, as he looked at the couple and said "May I join you?" Jamie was staring at Chris with her no way look, but Chris didn't notice. Realizing all the seats were taken Chris responded "Sure pull up a chair." The man introduced himself as Reginald Marks. He came here to meet his friend who apparently owned the club. Chris and Reginald chatted as they sat there drinking. Jamie had remained mostly quiet as she tried to keep her attention off the amazing feeling covering her body, and the every growing excitement in between her legs. After about another thirty minutes of drinking the ecstasy had completely kicked in for Jamie, Claire had warned her that it was slow, but the most potent she had ever had. Chris hadn't even noticed her shallow breathing or her blushed face as he continued to talk politics with their new friend Reginald. It wasn't long before Reginald's phone rang, answering it he had a short conversation before putting it away.

"how would you guys like to go to the VIP room?" Reginald said with excitement in his voice.

"YES" Chris shouted out before Jamie could step in and stop him. He had never been in a VIP but how could he resist something as distinguished as being a VIP at a club. They walked through the crowd, his hand on Jamie's guiding her through following Reginald toward a back room guarded by two large black guys.

Entering the room Chris and Jamie were introduced to Barry, the owner of the club, and his friend Mark. The VIP room was amazing, it had a pool table, a full bar, works of art that probably cost thousands. They sat around a large table round table, Jamie couldn't believe this was going the way it was as she looked in anger at Chris who continued his debate with Reginald. She couldn't stand it any longer. Her body felt so good and her pussy was aching for it, but she bit her tongue as she tried to bare it for a little while longer. She hoped they wouldn't stay long, she had lost track of what was happening around her other than her desire. Almost 15 minutes had passed before she realized that she was sandwiched in between Barry and Mark.

Chris had finally ended the discussion about an hour after they entered the VIP room and he looked at his sexy wife and knew something was wrong. Her face was entirely flushed, her eyes glassed over, and she was almost panting. He realized then that Barry and Mark had managed to move her to the far end of the table.

"Hey babe it's time to go." he said, but she didn't respond. "Hey Jamie come on, it's time to leave"

This time she did respond. She snapped back harshly "Shut up or leave"

At this point Chris stood to see Barry and Mark's hands massaging his wife's legs, and her hands were rocking slowly up and down on the biggest, blackest, cocks he had ever seen. He started to protest at the site but the two guards from outside had entered the room, and each put a hand on his shoulders. Reginald grinned at him and said in an arrogant voice. "I believe your wife told you to do something. Now you can either jerk off watching your wife have some fun, or you can leave and jerk off alone." Quietly Chris sat back down humiliated, humbled, and disgraced that his wife would do this to him. It was at this point the guards lifted the table and moved it out of the way to expose what Mark and Barry were doing to her on the other end. Jamie's sexy black skirt had been lifted, but her panties were still on. The sexy black panties that she had put on just for him were now sopping wet, to the point that you could see every contour of her swollen, horny, pussy. Her peaked through the material, a button begging to be pushed as Barry and Mark hand continued to slide up her legs, then up her toned belly and rested on her large mounds. She let out a sigh as the two hands started to tease her pert nipples that were now clearly visible behind her strapless dress. Her hands continuing to caress those eight inch black cocks. Barry reach behind her unzipping her dress, he slipped it down her body exposing her white large breasts. Jamie inhaled sharply as the cold air hit her erect nipples.

Barry continued to pinch and tease her mounds with both his hand as Mark's fingers slid up and down the crotch of her now slick panties. Biting her lip to suppress a moan she shivered as the dark hands began to lightly brush against her begging clit. Chris sat there diverting his eyes as he used his hands to try and hide his now clearly visible erection. Reginald smiled at him.