A night out with Rachel

It was a couple of nights later, Saturday night, and we were taking Rachel out for a night out as Bob was away on business. Bob is a bit of a player so I was pretty sure he was really shacked up in a hotel with some broad, but Rachel seems oblivious. Suppose what you don't know doesn't hurt you - not my place to educate her.

We're going to this trendy new bar in town. You know the type of thing, cocktails, expensive restaurant in the back with flash but overpriced food. Glitzy lighting, trendy, everyone dressed to the nines. That sort of thing. I had dressed smart but as always for these things its the women that steal the show.

Helen and Rachel are essentially in matching silk cocktail dresses, purple and pale blue respectively, with matching high heels. They both look stunning. It's obvious that neither of them are wearing a bra, and from the flash that Helen gave me as we walked out our front door, my wife isn't wearing panties.

We're at the far end of crowded bar, next to the partition that suposedly separates the bar from the restaurant. The girls are sat on stools and I am stood in front of them talking. They both look gorgeous and are getting lots of admiring looks. My ego is in a good place being seen out with these two women. "Oh, there's Julie. I'm just..." and with that my wife is off to talk to her friend from work who is part of a group at a tall table at the far wall.

I sit in her stool to stop someone else taking it. I am now facing Rachel with my back to my wife. We are chatting away making small talk. It's fun, Rachel is gorgeous and is interesting to talk to, so I have totally lost track of Helen. I am happy to be seen with her, mistaken as her man. Rachel is naturally flirty making it feel a little bit like a date - bolstering my ego. I'm not stupid, I know nothing is going to happen, but one can fantasise a little bit in your own head, right?

"So, Helen tells me you are watching porn together" It's a choice of spitting the mouth full of beer out, or swallowing and coughing. I swallow and cough. "Pardon" gasping for air, sure I misheard her. "Helen told me about you watching porn the other night. She told me how you like cuckold porn. Must say I'm not surprised, lots of men like to be controlled by powerful women... Helen said you couldn't contain yourself when she humiliated your tiny cock and told you she was fucking someone else!" Raised eyebrow and she's assessing me now, considering me less of a man. No doubt this time.

Rachel is watching me closely, smiling... calculating. Despite my humiliation that Helen has shared this intimate information with her, Rachel is just so predatory and sexy about how she says it I can feel a stirring down below.

"Do you like the thought of being cucky-sat? Would you like me to cucky-sit you?"

Fortunately no beer in my mouth this time. My mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water, which is incidentally how I now feel. This gorgeous sexy blonde is just teasing me in the most surreal way possible.

"Tell me."

"Would you like me to talk to you, stroke you, tease you?" She places her hand on my thigh, a long way up my thigh, almost touching my cock.

"I might let you see my naked body, tease you with it..." She leans forward and I can now see down the top of her dress.

"As I cucky sit you?.... As your wife fucks other men.... You know she needs a real man's cock don't you?...."

"Admit it, you want that?"