Before we start a brief recap of who we are, and where we are coming from. I'm
Steve, 45, divorced, 5' 8" and nothing special to look at, whereas my second
wife Jane is 23, 6' and is stunning. Lots of blonde hair, 38DD, nicely rounded
and definitely not one of those awful stick insects.

The last story told of our first group sex experience with two of our friends.
Lots of weird shit happened, but I kept my dick out of Hazel's cunt, and Paul
did not quite get his prick into Jane's hole.

Nonetheless, we discovered an exhibitionist streak in both of us, enjoyed group
sex and Jane was very turned on by mild bondage and S&M. The question was what
do we do next?

As a surprise for our third wedding anniversary, I decided to take her to a posh
hotel on the outskirts of Oxford for the weekend. We wondered around the city on
the first evening, had plenty to drink, and a nice Chinese meal. We then headed
back to the resident's bar.

It was a warm evening so Jane was dressed in a low cut navy blue mini dress and
stilettos. She has wonderful curvy legs, and as she sat down in the bar there
was plenty on view! There must have been some kind of conference taking place at
the hotel, as the bar was quite busy, and 95% of the people were men. She was
getting lots of admiring glances and we both knew it and were becoming turned on
by it.

As the night wore on a few brave souls attempted to chat her up, but were
rewarded only by a winning smile and a brief opportunity for them to look down
her cleavage. It was now 1:30am and we decided to go to bed before we became too
drunk.

When we were inside she turned to me and said "This has been a wonderful
surprise for me, but now it's your turn." She then went into the bathroom saying
that she would not be long. After five minutes she came out wearing a basque,
stockings and her stilettos, and carrying a small sports bag.

"You look too horny for words, but what's in the bag?" I said.

She said nothing; she knelt at my feet and handed me a pair of handcuffs, a
blindfold, four pieces of rope and a slipper. To say I was lost for words would
be an understatement. She said "Master I am yours to do with as you please. I
should be punished because I have had lustful thoughts."

"Tell me."

"Master I think like a slut. When we were in the bar I knew those men were
looking at me, I knew they desired me, and it made my cunt wet. As I passed
through them I let my bum and my tits rub against their bodies. It made me hot
knowing the effect I had on them. While I was in the toilet I played with my
pussy and I was not thinking of you."

Now this was a new game! I was hard as a rock, and still fully dressed. She held
her hands up to me, and I told her to stand up, turn around and put her hands
behind her back. I then put the handcuffs on and told her to stand facing the
bed.

"Tell me what were you thinking about you slut." As she began to speak I
blindfolded her.

"I was imagining what their hands would be like on my body, I wanted to know how
their pricks would taste in my mouth. I wanted to have a cock in my ass, a cock
in my cunt, a cock in my mouth and a cock in each hand."

I pushed her face down on the bed, picked up the slipper and smacked her on each
cheek of her ass several times. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. She
said nothing, but from the whimpering noises she was making I could tell that I
was hurting her, but she was enjoying it.

I took off her handcuffs and told her to lie on her back. I got two pieces of
rope and tied each wrist to her respective ankle. I unfastened the straps of her
basque and exposed her breasts. "Indeed you are a slut, but you are my slut, and
you must always remember that." I bit her nipples hard, rolled her over on to
her knees and pushed her face into the bed. "I am going to show whoever may be
around what a slut you are - do you agree?"

"Yes master."

I opened the curtains to the room, which meant that anyone in the block opposite
would have a perfect view. I then opened the door to the corridor. There was no
one about fortunately, but it all added to the excitement. I thrust my fingers
in to her soaking wet pussy, got them nicely lubricated and thrust two of them
into her ass. She yelped, and I then proceeding to finger fuck her ass until she
came.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up on to her knees. "You want to suck
cock, here's one." I undid my jeans and pulled my cock out and rammed it into
her mouth. I kept hold of her hair and used her mouth like a cunt.

We were both breathing heavily, and we both needed to come. I turned her over on
to her back and fucked her hard. After we had finished Jane had to remind me to
untie the ropes!

No one came past the open door, but I had no idea if anyone saw us through the
window. Next morning at breakfast Jane was a little tender sitting on the hard
chair, and there were a couple of glances and whispers, but it was not until
that night that their meaning became clear.

To Be Continued...