Part 2
The following evening, Ellen dressed in her yellow evening gown - halter neck & backless, in a very thin (almost transparent) nylon fabric (a forerunner of today's satin Lycra, I suppose). Her nipples were engorged & were straining against the fabric - she'd obviously 'fluffed them up' & fitted her nipple rings. "I really do need to have my nipples pierced, to keep them erect 24/7 - what do you think, Hun?" she asked, rhetorically. We went down to dinner & she basked in the glow of the admiring glances - mainly from the male diners. We had pre-ordered cocktails & they were ready as we entered the bar. "You find a table & I'll bring them over" I said. "No - let's stay at the bar & sit on these stools". We did. She carefully maneuvered both stools so that we sat facing away from the bar - she wanted to gauge the reaction of her 'audience'. I didn't want to look at the drooling males, so I pulled mine slightly to one side to allow me room to sit alongside, facing her - the bar was to my R & the room to my L. I took hold of her L hand tenderly & gazed into her eyes. She returned the gaze - except she kept breaking off to scan the room - she knew she had an audience.
Also, she reclined on her stool (resting her back on the bar) & had her legs far too wide apart to be demure. I knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear - but did she really have to reach behind her thighs & pull the fabric of the front of her dress backwards, before sitting on it? - the material gripped her magnificent thighs AND outlined her bald pubic mound! Because she was bald 'downstairs', the very thin material was pulled into her cunt, displaying a magnificent 'Camel Toe' !
A wealthy looking Spanish gentleman approached the bar and stood very close to Ellen (on the opposite side of me) to order drinks (why? - waiters everywhere). He whispered in her ear & she giggled "Of course - Gracias, Senor" she coo'd to him. "WTF?" I thought. Ellen saw my look & explained "He's a local businessman & is to host a party in his suite later tonight. All his workforce will attend & he would like us 2 to attend - I'm game, are you?" I had no choice but to answer "of course, Darling !" knowing full well if I said "no", she would go alone.
We went to dinner. "I'm starving - I need filling up !" she said with a mischievous smile. She then flirted with anything in trousers (incl the waitresses !).
I was turned on, but unsure how to handle the situation , so I ordered a 2nd, then a 3rd bottle of wine (thinking it would be an aphrodisiac to my wife). Only afterwards I realised that she'd kept topping my glass up, and only drinking a little herself. When we were back in our room she commanded "Fuck me Baby, before we go to Senor ....'s party" - knowing full well that I couldn't. "Too bad - but I need cock tonight - hopefully some of Senor's workforce will be fit & horny young men !" she teased. I fell asleep. When I awoke our room was empty. The phone rang & the Receptionist said " Senor David, Senor ..... is wondering where you are - your wife is at the party & she has ordered a bottle of Champagne to be delivered to your room - it's on ice outside your room. Her instruction is 'to either stay in the room & drink it or come up to the party with it". The Receptionist had a note of disdain in her voice when she said that. Being a Working Class Wigan lad, I thought "No geriatric fuckin' Dago will ever put one over on me!", so I grabbed the bottle & sprinted up the 5 flights of stairs (too angry to wait for the lift) - fuelled by a swig of Champers en route. I knocked loudly on the door & was ready to confront Senor .... - or his bodyguard. My fist was ready to strike - but it was Senora ...... who opened the door (ie Senor ...'s wife). "Welcome Mr David" she purred "glad you could join us" I was immediately disarmed - not only was she cordial & welcoming, but she was Drop Dead Gorgeous. The elegant dress that she wore earlier had gone. She wore the same "Fuck Me" shoes - but with a flimsy satin negligee that only just covered her bottom & fell open regularly to display a magnificent cleavage & the occasional glimpse of erect nipple !
"Darling, you're here - We thought you'd got lost" said my wife, still in her yellow maxi dress - but with numerous wet patches all over it. She noticed my quizzical look & said "Oops, I'm tipsy & I've spilled some white wine on my dress". The stains looked more cream coloured than white to me !
I felt embarrassed, sweating, my tie off to one side, my knuckles were white, clutching the Champagne bottle. "Sorry Senora" I said "But I was concerned - I love my wife & I was frightened that she was going to be fucked by a gang of youths" Senora calmly replied "I understand - but it's not youths who will be fucking her tonight. You & I both know that she likes cock and Senor ..... has ensured that there will be a lot of big cock for her to enjoy tonight !"
She kissed me (therefore disarming me enough to allow her to slip a pair of handcuffs on me) "Don't worry - just a precaution" Her hand then rested on my crotch "Oo, Senor David, I like that! " she exclaimed. (Why TF was I erect?). Ellen disappeared inside - a beau on each arm. "You look hot, Senor David, come to the bedroom & strip off - you'll feel so much cooler" It was an order, not a suggestion. She followed me into a bedroom & locked the door behind us. "Just a precaution" she said as she released the handcuffs. I stripped - only my bright yellow Lycra thong remained to cover my modesty (but my raging Hard-On didn't look very modest as it attempted to burst through the Lycra !) "Your wife brought these with her, please put them on" she said (ever so nicely - but in a manner that "No" from me wasn't an option. I opened the bag & saw my favourite 5" stilettos - bright yellow - a perfect match for my thong "Conniving Bitch" I thought "She's planned this !" I put my shoes on & glanced in the mirror - I looked gorgeous (even if I say so myself !) - 5'-11" tall (plus 5" heels = 6'-4"

, slim, muscular & a recently acquired all over tan - and no body hair - "Let me shave you, darling" Ellen would coo "you have lovely muscle definition, so you mustn't obscure those muscles with hair" I had fallen into her trap !
The Senora re-cuffed my hands (behind my back this time), opened the bag once more & said "Senora Ellen said that you must also wear this" I was aghast when she produced a black leather dog collar & a black leather dog lead - both with silver studs in them ! I felt demoralised - "all hope gone" I thought as Senora forced me onto all fours & 'walked' me to the lift & up to the party
Inside, I noticed that Ellen was in her element - first flirting, then groping every male in the room (12 of them?) "Darling - you're here & how gorgeous you look, especially on your knees with your new collar & lead !" she smirked as she took hold of the lead "Don't you agree, boys?" she asked of her male admirers. More than 1 looked lecherously at my body, in heels, thong & collar - "A sheep to the slaughter" I thought "Ut Oh, I'm going to get well & truly fucked tonight" I thought (with a frisson of delight - I was tingling all over !) "Champagne, Baby?" I asked as I turned to show her the bottle in my handcuffed hands. She clapped her hands in delight & giggled - then frowned "only 1 bottle ? there's lots of thirsty boys here - go down to Reception & order a few more - on YOUR tab" she barked. "Why don't I just ring Room Service & order it?" I was about to say - but she anticipated this, slapped my face very hard (to the delight of her beaus !) - "Now do what the Fuck you are told !" I had to turn backwards to press the 'Down' button for the lift, enter & descend. Full of trepidation I approached the Reception desk. The Receptionist didn't blink an eye at a handcuffed slave (yes - that's what I now was !), in thong & stilettos with a dog collar & lead attached. I caught the eye of the Concierge & he didn't blink an eye either - "they must see a lot of this when Senor .... hosts a party" I thought. The Receptionist took a call then said "Senora Ellen has ordered more champagne & asked that you return to the party" I glanced into the lounge bar & a crowd of ladies (some quite elderly) were on their feet, straining for a look at me. I winked at them & they smiled appreciatively. I took the lift back to the party. "Let me remove your handcuffs, Baby" Ellen purred. I was ecstatic "she still loves me" I thought - but no "Just so that you can serve the champagne" I served a glass to all (maybe 20 people?), then prepared another glass for all on a side table. One of her beaus sidled up to me, took hold of my hand & said "I think that you are magnificent. My Mistress forces me to serve her & her lovers - but I can't do it with the dignity that you have" He then kissed me full on the lips - a very passionate French kiss !
My wife quietly applauded as she approached "Ooo David, I think Manuel likes you - he doesn't kiss me as passionately as that ! Did you feel his crotch? His cock is 9" long & very fat - it's magnificent !" "How TF does she know about his cock ?" I wondered (although I knew the answer).
"C'Mon Babe, let's meet the Workforce" she said to me with unusual affection. Senor ...;. introduced us to them individually "This is Manuel, my site Foreman - he controls the men" - Senor .... has a construction company. We were introduced to the others. Each one was built like a Brick Sh*thouse - ie massive ! Each was freshly showered & nicely dressed - tight black trousers & white shirt with an open front, showing a lot of bulging pectoral ! - "haven't they heard of buttons in Spain?" I wondered. Ellen was glowing & looked radiant - she was in her element ! I noticed her touch each man's chest just as we turned to the next one "clever girl" I thought - she'd signalled a message to each one that no-one else (but me) saw. But Why TF didn't any of these men sneer at me? - after all, I was dressed in thong, stilettos, studded collar & lead (maybe they have become accustomed to such an outfit at these parties ?)
"Senor David, I understand that you are also in construction - a Structural Engineer, no?" he asked. I replied "Si Senor - but I design bridges, not buildings - if you need a bridge to gain access to one of your sites then I'm your man" (I almost said "Baby, I'm Your Man" as an image of George Michael flashed through my mind !) "I DO need such a bridge - perhaps we can meet at my offices in a day or 2?"
Intoxicated by the scent of perfume (& the wine that I had drunk), I fell asleep on a comfortable Chaise Longue. When I awoke .....