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Took Your Wife To The Gangbang Room

... extremely attractive. I’m sure your wife expected me to get to work on her straight away. That’s the feeling I got at any rate. Not that I care what she expects, or even wants. She’s my fuck toy, so she’s mine to use any way I please. I only mention this because I want you to know that she seemed a little disappointed when I did no more than make sure that she was correctly attired under her dress. Indeed, she seemed slightly surprised when I told her I’d be taking her out to dinner. Do you really want me to bore you with all the trivial details surrounding dinner? No, I didn’t think so. It was a very nice dinner, though your wife ate very little, no doubt nervous about what lay ahead of her. Not that she knew anything about it, but from her previous experiences she had fair warning that I’m a dirty fucker, so I suppose her nerves were understandable. Me, I was expectant. Besides, I positively revelled in seeing the number of glances your wife attracted from other men (and some women). Dear me, how that wife of yours turns heads when she’s dressed up. Not that she looked slutty in any way; stylish and sexy, but nothing like the fuck toy she in fact is. Perhaps it was the slightly coy, slightly expectant disposition that did it. Perhaps she just exuded something, transmitting the sure knowledge that this evening she was to be used, toyed with, fucked. I can’t say what, only that I enjoyed it. We left the restaurant and moved on to a club. Not your common or garden night club; ...

... a much different kind of establishment, of which I happen to be a member. You don’t get in unless you’re a member, or the guest of a member. We had a drink. We’d only had a glass of wine each over dinner, so the alcohol really only added up to a pleasant buzz. Here people looked at your wife too, much less surreptitiously. Eyes raked her over, sized her up. I could tell that she noticed, though she tried hard not to meet anybody’s eye. So modest your wife, for one who has so gotten into the swing of being a little fuck toy. So modest for one dressed in virginal white but with dark sinfulness radiating from her eyes. I need to explain to you about this club. The upstairs, where we had our drink, was nothing out of the ordinary; a bar, tables, seating, people laughing and conversing. But all of this is on the ground floor. If you go downstairs, you find yourself in a completely different environment. Hardly an environment really, but a number of rooms; some custom-made for very definite purposes, others more like hotel rooms for casual assignations. There’s also a main room, a larger room than the others. This is where theme nights are held. This is the only room that can be accessed directly from the ground floor as well. Once your wife and I had finished our drinks, I took her there. People were still looking her over. Further in people were dressed (or undressed) a little differently; some in ordinary clothes, but others in just their underwear, or in fetish garb – this is ...