I let her lead me into the room and stopped dead in my tracks. There stood at the foot of our bed was an enormous, muscle-bound guy. I had no idea who he was but it was obvious that my wife did. He was stark naked. She walked up to him and put one arm around his waist and allowed her other hand to caress his impressive cock. She smiled at me in a way I have never seen before.
"This is Joe," she purred. "Joe is going to be joining us here for a while. Say hello Joe."
Joe grinned at me and waved his hand as he said hi.
"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded. "Who the fuck is Joe?"
I had barely got the words out when Joe strode towards me and lifted me right off the ground.
"Don't you ever, ever talk like that again Sissy boy." He snarled. "You don't ask questions here. You do what you are told and you don't get hurt. Got it?"
I dumbly nodded at him, aware that my feet were a good three inches off the floor.
With a sneer he dropped me and walked back to my wife. I noticed that her hand immediately reached for his semi-erect cock. She stroked it, licking her lips and looking right at me.
"Well, sissy," she smiled. "What are you waiting for? Go get dressed. I mean, that's what you came home for, isn't it?" I started to reply when Joe pointed at me in a menacing way. "Your clothes have all been laid out for you in the next room. Oh, and by the way, there are a couple of extra items for you too. Use them."
Joe then lifted my wife onto the bed and lowered his head between her legs. "Take your time," he grinned at me before proceeding to eat her wet pussy. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!
I stood there, powerless, watching as this man fellated my wife. Shaking, trance-like, I left and went into the spare room. Closing the door behind me I looked at what had been laid out on the bed. My heart lurched once more. My shortest black mini skirt, hold up stockings, my highest heeled black knee length boots, a thong and my lacy, see-through top.
