Where's my wife? Part 2

I had found my stripping in a hypnotist show, but then lost track of her again. What happened next was even more shocking.

My wife stood up, walked to the middle of the stage, and sat down without any objection. She had to know what was coming next, so why was she going along with it? Was she really hypnotized that deeply?

Up to that point, I was convinced that all 'hypnotism' did was influence people by suppressing their inhibitions/embarrassment, and so allow them to do things they actually wanted to experience, or at least were willing to bear. I think of this as a 'shallow hypnotic' state.

On the other hand, I didn't believe that 'deep' states, which could force people to contravene their basic moral principles, was possible. But watching my wife perform in this show, was making me doubt those beliefs. How else could I explain her aberrant behavior?

Hannah began dancing as the music was restarted. She was doing many of the same things that Sharon had done when she danced for her boss. However, while Sharon's boss was clearly enjoying her dance, my wife's reaction to Hannah shaking her tits in her face was indifference.

Then Hannah sat down on my wife's lap, facing her, and tried pulling Sharon's head down to her tits. My wife resisted. The Hypnotist leaned in and spoke into her ear for a moment. When he stepped back, my wife allowed Hannah to pull her face down into her tits.

Was my wife sticking her tongue out as Hannah pulled her tits across her mouth? Then Hannah turned my wife's face upward and kissed her. It started tenderly, but became more passionate as they continued. Like my wife before her, Hannah put Sharon's hands on her tits as they kissed.

Every surprise was even more shocking than the last. I felt like I was in a dream. How could this be happening? Everything I thought I understood about my wife, at least sexually, was being turned upside down.

When the music stopped, the two women were kissing deeply and fondling each other's tits. The Hypnotist then made the same announcement about Hannah owing my wife a reward. She got down on her knees in front of my wife, and pulled her legs apart. It didn't look like Sharon resisted much, if at all.

The chair was one of those folding types, so she was able to spread them very wide. Even from my vantage point, I could see my wife's pink inner folds exposed as her labia opened up. Hannah kissed her way up Sharon's thighs and I saw my wife shudder when her subordinate reached her goal.

From the perspective of the audience, the real action going on between my wife's legs was more hidden than when she sucked off her boss. But I could tell a lot by watching her face. She was on a fast-track to an orgasm. This, at least, was not a surprise to me; she always came pretty quickly when I ate her out.

When she clamped her thighs together and pulled Hannah's head into her pussy, I knew she was on the verge of her climax. Several seconds later she made that familiar squealing sound that told me she was cumming. After she released Hannah's head, even I could see Sharon's shiny pussy juices all over her face.

"Everybody give a big hand to our brave volunteers." The Hypnotist announced.

Then amid the clapping, he went to each of the women and said something to them that caused them to get dressed and leave the stage, leaving Hannah and my wife for last. After he took Hannah out of her 'trance', she leaned in and said something in his ear.

At first he shook his head no, but after a little more give and take, and a few glances at my wife, they seemed to have come to some sort of agreement. He then talked to my wife while Hannah slipped her dress back on, sans underwear. The 3 of them walked off the stage, my wife still completely nude!

What the fuck was going on now? I knew I had to get down there, so I ran back into the house and went the opposite direction I had before. It took me about 5 minutes, but I finally found my way downstairs and outside, but on the wrong side of the estate.

It took another 5 minutes to get to the stage area. I looked around, but didn't see my wife, Hannah, or the Hypnotist. I dashed up onto the stage and found her dress, but her underwear was gone. I picked up the dress and started asking people if they knew where she was.

The first few people weren't helpful, but after a few minutes I ran into a woman that saw them heading for the house and pointed at small patio. Well, small for this place, anyway. I ran in that direction and found two younger men sitting there drinking and talking.

"Is that the first time you've fucked a woman in the ass?" One said.

"Yes. How about you? Is that the first time you've double-fucked a woman?" The other man answered.

"Yeah, but not for trying. Just never found one slutty enough to do it before."

They both laughed. "I guess we'll have to call her slutty Sharon from now on."

My eyes got big and they must have noticed me looking at them.

"If you want at shot at her too, you had better hurry. There's already a line forming."

"Where?" I croaked.

"Go inside, take a left and then the second right. Look for the men waiting their turn."

I literally ran inside, following their directions. And sure enough, I ran right into a wall of men. There looked to be a least 15 or 20 of all ages and sizes. I tried to see around them and one told me to get a number from Hannah.

"What the fuck?" I hissed.

"Number 6!" I heard called out.

A man in the middle of the group surged forward holding a piece of paper above his head. I followed in his wake. He stopped in front of a door. Hannah was sitting on a stool by the door. He handed her the piece of paper and a folded bill. She took the bill and stuffed it into a jar she was holding that had $20 written on it.

When the man opened the door, I got a quick peek at the interior and it blew my mind. It was a bedroom, probably for guests. There was a large dressing mirror visible. In the mirror I could see a king-sized bed. On the bed was my wife, still nude, legs spread indecently. A man was on the bed with her and she was sucking his cock. The door closed.

"What the fuck, Hannah!" I yelled.

The other men looked at me with concern. I didn't want them to think I was going to attack her, so I toned down the aggression and leaned in.

"Why are you whoring out my wife?" I whispered.

"She wanted to find out what it's like to be a gang-bang whore. So I'm helping her." She giggled.

"This has to stop. I'm going to stop this." I hissed.

"Hey! Just get a number and wait your turn like everybody else." A nearby man said, clearly annoyed.

"I wouldn't try that." Hannah whispered. "These guys will tear you apart. Don't worry, nobody will hurt her. They just want a shot a woman that's usually out of reach, and they won't be denied. Come back in a couple of hours."

A couple of hours? I think I just looked at her dumbfounded for a few seconds before the door opened, and the man I saw with my wife on the bed stepped out. In the mirror I could see the other man fucking Sharon doggy style, pulling on her long hair like it a pair of reins.

Seeing a lot of hostile looks all around me, I followed the other man out. He was extremely cheerful. Two new men, one about my age and the other quite a bit older, were coming towards us.

"Is she a good fuck?" The asked us as we passed them.

"Hot and willing." The man I was following answered.

I didn't say anything. I kept following him, and he led me to a bar. I ordered a stiff drink and sat down to mull things over. There were only three possibilities as far as I could tell.

First, my wife was a closet slut and I never saw the signs. I thought this was the most unlikely case.

Second, I was completely wrong about hypnotism and the Hypnotist had put my wife into a deep trance, convincing her that she was a $20 whore that loved gang bangs. This seemed pretty improbable too.

Third, my wife was in some sort of drug induced state where she was unable to tell reality from dreams, leaving her extremely open to suggestions. Someone like the 'Hypnotist' would know how to take maximum advantage of that. But who slipped her the drug?

She seemed to already be under the influence by the time she got to the show, so probably not the Hypnotist. It could have been anybody, but given that Hannah was acting strange too, my bet was on that bitch.

I looked at my watch. Almost two hours had passed. How many men had fucked my wife by now, I wondered as I made my way back to the site of her debauchery.

There was still 6 men standing around talking. I went right up to Hannah.

"You said 2 hours." I said quietly.

"I know, but some of them came back for seconds. One more hour. This is the last of them, I promise." She said.

I grabbed the small notebook she had been using to write the numbers on.

"Hey!" She objected, getting the attention of several of the men.

"If this is the last group, you won't need this anymore." I said and quickly retreated before anybody could come to her aid.

I returned to the bar and tried to concentrate on what my next moves should be, but all I could think about was all those men using my wife's body for their pleasure. Was she enjoying it? Since many of these people worked with her, or at least for the same company, how would that change things? Could she even return to work after this, or would the shame be too much?

How many men had she serviced? One had talked about fucking her ass, something I'd never done. The other talked about double-fucking her. I assumed he meant one in her ass and one in her pussy at the same time. I wondered if she had also taken 3 at once, or even more?

Why was my cock so hard? My wife was basically being raped, and I was getting excited by it. Even if she was enjoying it, she was being coerced, right? Or is this a dark fantasy that she's always harbored and the drug just allowed her to indulge in it? This situation was all kinds of fucked up and after another hour I still didn't know what to do next.

When I returned, there were no more men waiting. Hannah was still sitting there with her jar of cash.

"What did you give her?" I demanded.

"What? I, I..."

"Don't lie to me. I know you slipped something into her drink." I said.

I wasn't sure, but hopefully she was still fucked up enough to admit it.

"It was just a little party enhancer." She said.

"Speed? Ruffies?"

"No, it's new. Like a mild version of ecstasy and alcohol, but without the hangover or addiction."

"You stupid bitch. You can't just give something like that to someone without knowing how it'll affect them. Look what it's done to my wife. You've probably ruined her career!" I said as I grabbed her jar.

"Hey! That's mine."

"Not anymore. Sharon earned every dollar with this stupid stunt. I know you got that hypnotist to help you convince her to do all this. You're both lucky I'm not a violent man or I'd put a bullet into both of your heads." I growled.

She recoiled in horror. Good, maybe fear of death would restrain her in the future. I put my hand on the doorknob.

"There's still clients with her." Hannah said.

"They're rapists, not clients." I snarled and pulled the door open.

The scene in front of me was both reviling and erotic at the same time. My wife was laying on her back with her head off the edge of the bed. A man was standing over her forcing his cock into her mouth; fucking her face. A younger black man was at her other end, holding her legs up onto his shoulders as he pumped his cock in and out.

A third man, older than the other two, and maybe older than me, was kneeling beside her, stroking his cock over her body as he called her demeaning names like "slut", "whore", and "filthy cunt". All three seemed unaware of my presence, or maybe they were just ignoring me.

The older man came first, shooting a couple of ropes of semen across her tits.

"That's all a whore like you is good for." He said as he wiped off his deflating cock on her arm.

He got off the bed and as he was leaving the room, the man fucking Sharon's face suddenly pulled his cock out completely. Aiming it at her face, he stroked it several times, then grunted as he painted her face with his cum. Some of it went into her mouth, but most of it was on her face and in her hair.

The last man was hammering her hard now, making her tits bounce lewdly and her head flop around. She looked like a well used rag doll. That's when I realized these last two men were part of her team at work. I remembered being introduced to them shortly after she had been named as the team lead. How was she going to look them in the eye and give them work assignments after this?

He finally dropped his load inside my wife while making a humming sound. Given what Hannah had said about some men coming back for a second round, I wondered if he was one of those. When he pulled his cock out of my wife I noticed two things.

First, he was definitely larger than average. And second, he had been fucking my wife's ass, not her pussy. Her formally little hole was gaping wide open and copious amounts of cum was pouring out.

As he was fastening his pants, my wife's subordinate said, "Hey, you're Sharon's husband, aren't you."

I don't know why, but I nodded yes.

He grabbed my hand and shook it, saying, "Thanks for sharing her today."

I just stared back at him.

"Oh. This wasn't your idea. Sorry about that, man."

I glared at him, anger rising in me.

"Don't be too upset. You get to have her every day, but she may just be one of those woman that can't be satisfied by one man. It's better to let her cut loose once and a while, than having her sneaking around behind your back." He said and slapped me on the back. "Think about it."

While it seemed like he was giving me advice about the future, I wondered about the past. Has my wife been sneaking around with other men to satisfy a huge sexual appetite? It didn't seem possible that I had misjudged her that badly.

But looking at her now, covered in cum from head to toe with more leaking out of her pussy and ass, I was having doubts about many things. And why was my cock so damn hard? I should be disgusted, but instead I just wanted to fuck her. What was wrong with me?

I'd have to figure that out later. I dropped my pants and pushed my wife roughly back down onto the bed.

"You've got one more customer, whore." I snarled.

She licked her lips. "Only one?" She croaked.

I rolled her over and shoved my cock into her well used ass. I wanted to treat her like a dirty whore, not my wife, and this seemed appropriate.

"What? You want more? Not done yet, whore?"

"In for a penny..."

"In for a pounding." I finished for her.

I wish I could tell you that I pounded her for 20 minutes, but in reality I barely lasted 20 seconds. After I was done, I looked around and noticed even this guest bedroom had an on-suite bath. I looked in and saw it had a corner shower big enough for two. So I stripped off the rest of my clothes, gathered up my wife, and helped her into the shower.

After scrubbing her clean and washing her hair, I used my fingers to get as much sperm out of her well-used holes as possible. She enjoyed that so much that I didn't stop until she came again.

"What a slut!" I muttered.

"Thank you." She said softly.

With a little help from me, she managed to get her dress back on. The way her tits moved under the dress, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra anymore. With her hair still wet, and hickeys visible on her neck and chest, she really looked the part of the well used whore.

Not that it mattered. Most of the men there had probably fucked her, and those that hadn't had seen her in the hypnotist show. How she looked now was the least of our problems.

I was tempted to leave the jar behind since we really didn't need the money, at least not at the moment. But I really wanted to know how many men had used her, and counting the money would give me the most accurate number.

We got a lot of knowing looks and grins on the way out. Only a handful of mostly older women glared at us in a disapproving way. By the time we got home, my wife was snoring. I had to literally carry her into the house.

I didn't bother trying to get her out of her dress. It was ruined anyway. Maybe the money she earned as a whore would pay for it. I counted the bills from the jar and put them in a neat stack. All $540 worth. My wife had taken 27 men in a little over 3 hours. Un-fucking-believable.

I retired to our guest bedroom, not sure I could get any sleep next to a dirty, cheating whore. Why was my damn cock hard again?