Releasing the beast in her – Part 2

Part 1 was mainly fiction with some truth to create an opening for the story. Part 2 is true and where our sex lives started to change completely……………………


It was Friday and we had an uneventful journey to London and arrived at the hotel around half past two. We booked in and were shown to our suite. Wow – as you entered the initial door there was a short hallway with four doors off it. The first on the right was a small cloakroom with toilet and wash hand basin. The first on the left contained a small coat stand. The second door on the right was a glass panelled door leading into a large sitting room with a large leather sofa, a couple of arm chairs, a writing table, large flat screen TV, a well stocked fridge (white wine, beer and spirits) and a large coffee table. The fourth door which was directly opposite the sitting room lead into the bedrooms. There was a main bedroom with a door leading to a large bathroom, a walk in wardrobe and a door in the corner leading to a smaller bedroom with another double bed. I looked at my wife and she said, “I think I can cope with this.”

We unpacked our case and my wife left on her shopping trip and said she’d be back around six and I said that I should be finished at the meeting by then.

It was around half past six when my wife got back. “Successful shopping trip?” I asked.

“Yep. You’ll see later.”

“We’ve got plenty of time as we have a late dinner booking due to a big party eating earlier. We are meeting the guys in the bar around eight and the table is booked for nine. So we went and sat in the sitting room and watched the TV while having a slow drink. Around seven my wife said she was going to take a bath and I said, “I’ll take a shower once you’ve finished.”

“Do you want me to come and scrub your back?” I said.

“You’d better not as we know where that will lead and we won’t have time for that too. You can wait until later for that!”

She had a long soak in the bath and while I showered she said she’ get dressed.

Well, the sight that greeted me when I came out of the bathroom was fantastic. My wife was wearing her new dress, which like her lingerie was red. It snugly fitted her curves and was just tight enough around her ass to show that she must be wearing a thong. The hem came to just above the knee and there was a split up the middle of the front and back to allow her to walk with little restriction. The low front and the low cut bra showed off her breasts beautifully.

“You look absolutely stunning,” I said.

“Thank you. I thought you must like it seeing as your cock is reacting already.”

“I do and so does he. But I’ll get dressed as we don’t have time for anything else.”

We arrived in the bar just after eight and the guys we were meeting, Dave and Brian, were sat at the bar having a drink. As we approached they got down off their bar stools and I shook their hands and introduced each to my wife. They both kissed her on the cheek and said they were really pleased to meet her and commented on her attire. My wife blushed slightly but I could tell she was really pleased that the meeting and greeting was out of the way. Brian pointed to a table over in the corner of the bar for us to take a seat and asked us what we wanted to drink. Dave, my wife and I went and sat down as Brian ordered a round of drinks. We sat and chatted for the next forty minutes about nothing in particular and then Brian called over a waiter to let him know that we had a table booked for nine and could we see the menus. We had another round of drinks while we made our choices and were called to our table just after nine. There were only a few tables occupied, most of which were well into their meals. We were shown to our table which was in a quiet corner at the back of the restaurant as requested. My wife sat in the corner so that she could see out into the restaurant, I sat opposite her and Brain and Dave sat on her left and right respectively.

Over our starters we chatted about some of the work currently underway in Japan which continued into the start of our main course. The restaurant was now getting very quiet as we were the last sitting of the evening so it was just us and one other table who were getting ready to have their coffees. We were about half way into our main course when I said that’s enough chat about work now as I can see my wife is getting bored.

“Tell me, are the teams still being taken to those sex clubs by the Japanese bosses?” Brian and Dave just looked at me with their mouths open. I said, “don’t worry my wife knows all about the sex shows we’ve been taken to and the sorts of things we’ve seen there. I’ve told her the details of some of the acts.” My wife scoured and give me a little kick under the table.

Brian said, “yes, they still take us to them. “ He looked at my wife and said, “has he really told you about them?”

“Yes,” she said slightly embarrassed, “he has got quite specific about them sometimes.”

“I remember”, I said, “that seedy little place in Osaka. You know the one that seemed to have no holes barred – if you’ll excuse the pun!”

“I remember seeing those two girls there take on a supposed football team. Do you remember that?”
They both nodded.

I looked at my wife and said, “I think I remember telling you about that one. It was where the girls had all their holes filled at the same time and while the guys in the holes were cumming in them the other guys were jerking themselves off over them. There was cum every where. One of my favourites that one.”

“What about you Brian do you have a favourite show?”

My wife looked at me a little shocked.

Brian looked at me in surprise and I said, “don’t worry, I’m sure my wife will have probably heard it from me anyway.”

“Well,” he said, “I suppose my favourite has to be that show we saw with the one girl and the three big black guys. You know the three BIG black guys.”

And he went on to explain in detail about these three black guys who had huge cocks, I think the smallest would have been about nine inches long (and that is not an exaggeration). Brian was looking at my wife at this point as if he was only explaining to her. It all started with the nine inch guy slipping his cock into her mouth. My wife looked at me quizzically and I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Brian continued that as this guy was easing his cock into her mouth one of the others was between her legs and giving her clit and pussy a lot of tongue attention. After a while the nine inch guy pulled out of her mouth and the third guy, whose cock must have been an inch or two bigger eased the head of his cock into her mouth. Due to its size she couldn’t get much more than the head inside.

The waitress came and cleared up our dinner plates so we went quiet for a short while and she asked us if we were having desserts. We all nodded and she rattled off the only four options left and we all choose. It was then that I noticed that we were the only ones left in the place.

As she left the table Brian continued his story. He was well into it as the waitress returned with our desserts and he continued it in between mouthfuls. By the time he’d finished he continued his story by telling my wife how the guy with what was the biggest cock, which must have been about twelve or thirteen inches long and as thick as his wrist, lay on the floor and the others picked up the girl and slowly lowered her onto his cock. As you would expect she was not able to take it all. It was then that the bigger of the remaining guys got behind her and started rub the tip of his cock around her asshole. My wife was still eating her dessert but was sat listening intently. It was then that I noticed Brian’s right hand slip under the table. It was as he was explaining how the head of this second guys cock was slowly opening up the girls asshole that I saw my wife’s expression change. I assumed that Brian was now touching her leg under the table. He continued his story in intimate detail of how the guys cock slowly slid into her ass and once in how the third guy put his cock back in the girl’s mouth and then the three of them started to slowly fuck her. At this point I saw Brian signal to Dave and his left hand disappeared under the table to caress, I imagine, my wife’s other leg.

I should explain now that Brian and Dave are not work colleagues of mine at all. They are a couple of guys I’d hired to double fuck my wife. I knew that it was her ultimate fantasy so I was finally doing something about it – hopefully she is going to go with it and enjoy it. The fact that she hadn’t made an attempt to move their hands yet made me think she was going to go with it.

As Brian continued slowly with his story I could see the colour of my wife’s face change to a rosy pink and if I wasn’t mistaken she was moving in her chair. I could see Brian’s and Dave’s arms moving quite significantly now so assumed they were rubbing well up my wife’s thighs under the table. My wife then took the last spoonful of her dessert, put down her spoon and leaned forward, put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. I also saw her move forward in her chair, I assume to give the guys more access to her upper thighs. I could again only assume that the split in her dress was proving to be useful to them!

I could see my wife’s complexion getting a slight deeper red now and could see that her breath was fast and shallow and she was shifting quite a bit in her seat. I wondered if one, or both, of the guys had got a finger to her clit or pussy and that’s what she was riding on?

It was just then that the waitress returned to clean up our plates and asked if we wanted coffee. I could see that she was looking at the situation and summing up something was going on under the table based on two hands and arms being under the table and my wife’s demeanour.