My Bully Took My Wife Pt. 02

I got ready quickly for the reunion drinks and dinner. When Kayla stepped out of the bathroom, it stopped the air in my lungs for a moment.

She was wearing a sheer black mini dress that ended just below her ass. Below it, she wore a low cut black lace bra with the shape of her nipples visible if you looked closely. Her thong was a narrow strip of matching lace with the waistband sitting high on her hips. Her make up and heels were complimenting her attire perfectly. She looked like a high class escort.

"You look incredible," I said.

She didn't acknowledge me. She was busy checking herself out in the mirror.

I stepped in behind her and slid my hands down her waist. My cock was already half hard.

"We have got time."

She caught my wrists and firmly pushed them away.

"Not now. I am not in the mood."

I didn't push it further.

When we walked into the party, Kayla walked in one step ahead of me. Her entry turned heads and paused conversations. I felt proud that she is my wife.

And then I saw Marcus approaching us with a smile on his face. He was looking at Kayla. He came closer and enveloped her in a tight hug. His hands touched the top of her ass. They both started talking like they knew each other. My mind went to that dreadful day when he pantsed me and I didn't hear a single thing they were talking about. I could just see his hand resting on my wife's ass as they both talked and laughed.

Then he turned to me.

"And look who it is. Still the same little guy?"

"You haven't changed a bit. It still looks like a strong breeze would knock you over."

A few people nearby chuckled. My face turned red. Kayla didn't say anything. She just watched, amused.

Marcus kept going.

"Remember senior year? Some things stick with you."

She then pulled Kayla towards her. He was still holding her by her ass.

"You're lucky this one decided to take pity."

I forced a smile.

"Good to see you too, Marcus."

It was then Kayla realised it was the same Marcus. Marcus let go of Kayla now and came closer to me. He clapped me on the shoulder hard enough to make me shift my stance.

Before he could speak more, someone else came up to greet him. I moved closer to Kayla.

"He is the asshole I told you about. He has not changed a bit," I whispered.

She was looking at him with interest.

"It is harmless. Can you relax? He is just being a guy."

I was taken aback.

"Do you know him?"

She finally looks at me.

"Not really. I met him at the gym today."

Before I could say anything, Marcus came back and put her hands on Kayla's lower back. He guided her to a nearby table. I followed them.

There were 2 stools and they both sat down. I looked around and could not find an empty stool so I stood next to Kayla. Marcus was sitting on the opposite side of her.

"Are you sore from the workout?" He asked Kayla.

Before Kayla could say anything, he looked at me.

"Bro, your wife is very strong. I bet she can lift you up easily."

Kayla smiled. He looked at her now.

"You didn't manage to convince him to go to gym. The guy looks like a stick."

Kayla laughed.

"I told him so many times. But a few times he came, he would be so sore and whiny afterwards."

Marcus laughed and put his hands on Kayla's knees.

"You are not just sexy but funny too."

Kayla blushed.

He then started talking about his business and a company he built and sold. Kayla seemed impressed and asked him questions. She laughed at his answers. Kayla told him about the firm she runs and it was Marcus's turn to be impressed. He called her smart. I was listening in and tried to speak in between but was ignored.

After a while Marcus looked at me.

"Do us a favor and grab us drinks from the bar."

I hesitated. Kayla looked at me and her eyes indicated she expected me to get it. I went.

The line at the bar was long. I stood there with my hands in my pockets as I watched my wife with my bully across the room. Marcus was angled toward her and he was saying something. Kayla tipped her head back and laughed. She playfully hit his arms.

When I returned with the drinks they were still deep in conversation. Their stools looked closer and Marcus' hands were resting high on Kayla's bare thighs. They were quite high up now. Kayla's mini dress had moved up from sitting on stool and her black thong was out. I was not concerned as her thong was visible anyways under her sheer dress. What concerned me was how high Marcus' hands were on my wife's thighs. But I was too afraid to say anything to him.

Marcus saw me looking at his hands on Kayla's thighs and smirked at me.

"Careful carrying those drinks," Marcus laughed.

"We don't want you to strain something. We already know you are not built for heavy lifting."

Kayla laughed out loud and hit him playfully on the arms.

She added, "He is better with spreadsheets than with anything that requires upper body strength."

I tried to smile like it was all in good fun. It didn't feel like good fun.

His remarks were not just directed at me. He was eyeing Kayla.

"This dress... I keep wondering what it would look like on the floor," he said.

Kayla didn't shut him down.

"You need to earn the privilege of finding out."

He laughed, pressed his hands on her thighs and moved it further up.

I kept getting sent to the bar. The line was long. Each time I returned, Kayla's cheeks were flushed and Marcus's hands were higher up on her thighs.

When I was at the bar for another round of drinks, the lights lowered for dancing.

I saw Marcus and Kayla holding hands and heading to the dance floor.

I stood alone at the table with the drinks. My face was burning red in shame. Anyone who bothered could see my wife pressed against the man who used to publicly humiliate me. He held her close, and had both his big hands on her ass. Kayla has her hands around his neck. Their body moved like they had done this a hundred times. He was whispering in her ears and she was laughing.

I watched them until I could not do that anymore.

When the night finally wound down, Kayla and I rode the elevator in silence. The second the hotel we entered inside the room, I spoke to Kayla.

"What the hell was that?"

Lisa kicked off her heels and reached back to unzip the dress.

"What was what?" She asked calmly.

"You know what I am talking about. He was touching you and you let him do that."

"You danced with him like I was not even there. He spent the whole night making me look like an idiot and you helped."

She was standing in the black lace bra and thong.

"You are overreacting."

"It was a party. People flirt and dance."

I was lost for words with her casual attitude.

"He had his hands all over you. You were laughing every time he took a shot at me."

Her eyes hardened.

"Maybe if you didn't make it so easy he wouldn't bother. You are the one who spent the night fetching drinks like a waiter. Do not put that on me."

I was exasperated.

"I am your husband. You are supposed to shut that shit down and not join in."

"I have told you my history with him."

Kayla spoke in a cold and flat voice.

"Can you grow up? That was ages ago!"

"I can see why Marcus did what he did then. But you are making yourself smaller by whining about it."

"I had a good time. He was fun. You are being insecure and it is unattractive."

I was astounded.

"You didn't even tell me about the gym thing?"

This made her angry.

"What was there to tell? I didn't know he was the same guy who put your pants down and exposed your little dick to everyone."

Her words stung but she continued.

"I have guys helping me out at the gym all the time and Marcus being a thorough gentleman did the same. You won't understand as you have not spent more than a few hours at the gym ever."

"I think you should sleep on the couch tonight."

She walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I stood there humiliated. I then grabbed a pillow and a spare blanket and went to the couch. I stared at the ceiling replaying all the events from the night until I dozed off.

** Kayla's version

The moment when Marcus walked up and said my name quickly turned from joy to surprise as I realised he was my hubby's bully.

It took a few seconds for it to sink in that the charming and well built guy from the gym was the same man who had once yanked my husband's pants down in front of a room full of people.

I should have been horrified. But I felt a vibration between my legs which was difficult to explain. Maybe it was the way he hugged me or the way he held me by my ass in front of everyone including my husband.

When he turned on my husband, I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from smiling too obviously. I was wet by the time Marcus finished the first round of digs.

Marcus was what I call a panty dropper. When he talked, everyone leaned in and listened. When he described the company he has built and sold, I can't help but watch his mouth wondering what it would feel to press my mouth against his. When he touched me with his strong hands, I imagined them feeling my entire body. The mental images were refusing to leave. Maybe I was not trying hard enough. It didn't help that he made me feel smart and heard when I spoke about my work.

I felt ready to let him fuck me anywhere he wanted.

When he sent my husband to the bar, Marcus didn't waste any time. His hand, which was already on my knees, slid further up. My heart started to beat faster. He kept talking like it was nothing and pushed his two fingers inside my pussy in one smooth motion. I was soaking wet so it made his job easier. I kept my expressions neutral and eyes on my husband who was at the bar.

I opened my legs enough so that he can use his fingers on me easily. The risk and the sheer audacity of this act made me wetter for him.

"You are soaked," he whispered in my ear.

"Was it the stories or just me talking about how small he still looks?"

I didn't answer.

He kept moving his fingers inside me until my husband was close enough. He withdrew slowly and wiped his fingers on the inside of my thighs before placing his hands possessively on my bare thighs.

When my husband placed our drinks in front of us, my face was warm and my pussy was buzzing. I haven't been touched like this in a long time. We both finished our drinks quickly so that I can have Marcus's fingers inside me again.

By the third round the alcohol had loosened everything.

When my husband went again to the bar, his fingers quickly went inside my pussy again. We were sitting very close on our respective stools. He fingered me slowly while maintaining easy conversation with me or anyone who walked past the table.

Next time my husband left, I decided to return the favor.

Before Marcus could put his fingers inside me, I cupped the heavy bulge in his trousers. He was already hard. I stroked him above his trousers.

"Fuck," he said under his breath.

"You are full of surprises."

I smiled and continued stroking him.

On the dance floor, Marcus held me like I belonged to him. He had both his hands low on my ass with his fingers digging in. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my lower belly when he pulled me close. He leaned down and spoke softly in my ear.

"I have been thinking about bending you over since the gym."

I pressed closer to him and spoke against his ears.

"Then stop thinking and do something about it."

He squeezed my ass harder. I felt desired by him all night. He could take what he wanted and make me thank him for it. When the night ended, I didn't want to go back.

Back in the room the confrontation irritated me almost instantly. It all felt small after the heat of Marcus's hands and the thick shape of his cock in my hand. When my husband pushed I put him in his place and sent him to the couch.

When I lay down in bed, I was still soaked. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy and imagined it to be Marcus's. I replayed all the events from the night. The way he spoke in my ears, the way he touched my thighs, the way he pushed his fingers inside me, the way he held my body on the dance floor.

I imagined him pulling my dress up and putting his thick cock inside me. This made me come immediately.

I was still not satisfied. I wanted him.