I accompanied my wife, Jeanne, to her fifteenth high school reunion in her home town. It was a Saturday night and during the evening we talked to many people but the problem started when I met Don. He and Jeanne dated steadily throughout high school. He was the football star and she was a cheerleader.
All evening long he paid special attention to her as they laughed and talked about the old days. He was recently divorced, lived in town and had come to the reunion alone.
As the evening ended, he invited Jeanne and me, along with a number of other people, to a pool party at his house the next day. I didn't want to go, but Jeanne accused me of being jealous of Don, so reluctantly I agreed to go along.
Don lived in a nice semi-secluded home in the country. The pool and patio in the back yard were huge and surrounded by trees and a high wooden fence. The drinks flowed freely, one guy was video taping the activities, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jeanne wore a string bikini and again was commanding much of Don's attention. It was obvious that they were still somewhat attracted to each other. He was much bigger than me, was into body building and with muscles rippling all over his body he looked impressively strong.
The embarrassment began a little later in the afternoon when Jeanne decided to take a swim. On her third dive from the diving board, the string broke on her bikini top and it came completely off. Panicking, she came up for air holding one arm over her bare boobs and started looking for her missing top. Don, who was standing at the side of the pool, saw what had happened and also spied her top floating some feet away from her. He immediately dove into the pool, retrieved the garment, and came out on the other side of the pool holding it up in the air like a trophy.
Almost immediately, everyone realized that Jeanne was half naked and two of the guys in the pool started to chase her toward the shallow end, where one of them managed to get around in front of her. As she was busy trying to conceal her nudity, the other guy dove under the water behind her and got his head between her legs. He then grabbed her wrists and stood up in the three foot depth with Jeanne on his shoulders, well out of the water. With her arms pinned to her sides, her small, well-shaped breasts were now completely exposed and jiggled as she tried unsuccessfully to free herself. Everyone started to laugh and clap as her nipples hardened before their eyes. To add to her embarrassment, Don told her that the football team had wondered what her tits looked like back in high school and now many of them could see for themselves.
This all happened in a matter of seconds and when I finally reacted, I approached Don stating the Jeanne had been embarrassed enough and demanded, in no uncertain terms that he give me her top back. When I reached for it, instead of giving it to me, he caught me off guard and grabbing my wrist, spun me around into a painful arm lock.
I soon realized that this guy was as strong as a bull and even though I struggled violently, I was powerless to escape. He then said that if I thought Jeanne was embarrassed, wait until I saw what he had in store for me.
I couldn't believe it when he reached around with his free hand and pulling the strings on my swimming trunks, pushed them down to my knees where they fell to the pool deck, leaving me stark naked in front of about 30 people.
For a split second the crowd was silent, but as soon as my suit dropped to me feet, laughter broke out followed by clapping and pointing as everyone stared at my nudity.
Don then jerked my arm up a little higher and said, "Is this enough embarrassment for you, or do you want more?" That's when I made the mistake of calling him a 'son of a bitch'. When he hard that he said, "OK, that does it," and made me walk in front of him toward the pool. I thought at this point that he was going to throw me into the water, but instead we stopped at a bench alongside the pool. While still painfully twisting my arm, he sat down on the bench and forced me to lie face down across is lap.
I continued to struggle but he held me firmly in place, applying more pressure to my arm. I asked him what he was going to do to me and he replied that he was going to teach me a lesson I would never forget. He said that he had been going to give Jeanne's top back to her but since I had made such a big deal about it he would now give it to me. He told me to put my free hand behind my back and when I refused he twisted my other arm harder until I did as I was told. He then tied both of my wrists securely together behind my back with my wife's bikini top. Next, he told the guy holding Jeanne to bring her over to the edge of the pool next to where we were. As she looked down at us, Don said to her, "Your husband has been acting like a pouting, spoiled little boy and when little boys misbehave they must be disciplined, and I can't think of a quicker way for him to learn his lesson than to have his pretty wife watch while he gets a good, old fashioned, bare-ass spanking in front of her."
At first, what he said didn't sink in. It was incomprehensible for me to think that I, as a grown man, was about to be spanked by another man in front of my wife, but when I finally realized this was for real, I implored him not to do it. His reply was that I had asked for it and that I would think twice before I ever called him a SOB again.
The crowd quieted as everyone gathered closely to watch.
A shock of pain and disgrace shot through my body as Don's large hand landed forcefully on my exposed cheeks for the first time.
Each slap seemed to echo as I wiggled and writhed submissively under his stinging blows. I cried out, pleading with him to stop paddling me and telling him I was sorry, but he ignored my pleas and continued the punishment.
I can't begin to describe the total humiliation of having my wife watch me lying there naked, squirming, and helpless, tearfully begging her ex-boyfriend to stop spanking my bare bottom.
Don said to Jeanne, "I sort of get the idea that your husband doesn't like being disciplined this way, but no matter how much he kicks, whines or whimpers he's staying here until I turn his rear as red as your stiff little nipples."
My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding as I looked up at Jeanne from my prone position. She was blushing with an astonished look of disbelief on her face as she watched slap after slap land on my naked quivering ass.
It was still hard to comprehend that this was actually happening to me and as my mind raced, the thought of Jeanne and everyone else watching my emasculation, caused the worst possible reaction, I began to develop an erection. The more I thought about trying to make it go away, the harder I got.
By now my cheeks were beginning to numb from the beating they were taking and between slaps I could feel the warmth generating from the surface.
Don finally said that he would stop if I admitted that I had been a bad boy and deserved to have my bottom spanked and also that I was glad everyone got the opportunity to see my wife's naked titties.
By this time my _c_o_c_k_ was fully rigid and the thought of repeating what he had demanded did nothing to soften it. My hesitation brought a few more painful slaps to my burning butt until I finally blurted out what he wanted.
He then ordered me to stand up and couldn't understand my reluctance to rise as I continued to lie prostrate across his lap. He finally forced me to my feet and immediately a hush came over the crowd as everyone's eyes riveted on all 4 1/4" of my proud pink penis on erect display.
My face was as red as my bottom as Don broke the silence by stating that evidently getting a spanking had caused a small swelling between my legs. He said to me, "You've just raised embarrassment to a new level. First you get your pants pulled down in public, then you get a bare-ass spanking in front of your wife and her classmates and now you not only get a hard-on, but you show everyone how small your _c_o_c_k_ and balls are."
The laughter from the crowd increased as he said to me' "What do you call that tiny thing, 'Goliath'?" When I failed to reply, he slapped me once again on my tingling ass and suggested that if I didn't have a name for my penis, maybe they could come up with one for me.
The girls continued laughing as he forced me to stand in front of them assigning them the task of coming up with a descriptive name.
A blonde started things off by giggling that she thought it looked like a 'teeny weenie' to her. A brunette suggested 'puny peepee', while a third liked 'dinky _d_i_c_k_' and a fourth wanted to call it 'little squirt'. There were others, but finally Cindy, a very pretty black girl, spoke up stating facetiously that they shouldn't be making fun of my shortcomings and that I was probably very self conscious about my 'cute little weewee'. That was the name that stuck.
With that settled, Don decided that I should show off my newly named penis and that a walk around the pool was in order as he forced me to walk in front of him. The group continued to laugh and cheer as they watch my little erection bob up and down as I struggled in vain to get away. Don quietly warned me that if I continued to struggle he would take hold of the head of my prick and walk around the pool with me in tow.
After our trip was complete, one of the girls said to him, "Your parties have everything Don, bare little titties for the guys to look at and a bare little weewee for the girls to see." The crowd applauded its approval. Don said that they hadn't seen anything yet as he grabbed the inside of my upper arm and the inside of my thigh with his other hand and effortlessly lifted me over his head. He then asked them what I was. When no one got the right answer he told them that I was a live, two sided billboard. As he turned and showed them my backside he said that I was an advertisement for 'rare rump roast' and then turning around to expose my front he said, "And on this side we are advertising 'little _c_o_c_k_tail weenies' and 'Swedish meatballs'."
After this display of strength, Don lowered me to my feet and asked me if Jeanne's birthday wasn't coming up shortly. When I didn't answer he slapped me a couple of times on the ass and told me to give him the date. Reluctantly, I told him it was in three days. He grinned and then announced to the crowd that, "Jeanne's birthday was coming up in a few days and you all know what happens on your birthday." Much to my chagrin, about four people yelled out, "birthday spanking!'
Don laughed and told them that they were partially right. He then handed me over to two guys who stood beside me holding my arms. He then told the guy holding Jeanne on his shoulders to bring her to the side of the pool where he reached out and pulled her over his shoulder.
Jeanne was kicking her legs and pounding him on the back with her fists, but it didn't seem to phase him. He simply walked over to the bench and sitting down, easily lowered her, face down, across his lap, the same position I had held a short time before.
Even with all her struggling, he held her firmly in place. He asked the frenzied crowd what they wanted to do first, sing 'Happy Birthday' or open the present? They responded in one voice, "Open the present!" With that, Don reached down and slowly began to untie Jeanne's bikini bottoms. She kept pleading with him not to take them off but when he had them unlaced, he slowly pulled them from between her legs, leaving her as naked as I was. He then said, "Now there's a present you don't see everyday," as he rested his hand on her bare bottom. Jeanne continued to struggle but he pulled both of her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together, the same as he had done to me. As he again put his hand on her naked ass, he announced that now that Jeanne was dressed in her 'birthday suit', they should all sing 'Happy Birthday' to her.
There was no controlling the crowd now as they became more excited. As soon as they stopped singing, Don announced that the spanking was about to begin and that they should call out the number of each year. Jeanne was begging him not to spank her and called to me for help, but Don told her that I was a little tied up at the moment and besides that, I appeared to be rather excited watching her lying there naked.
He then invited all of the men to line up and, in turn, each was to give her a slap. As the spanking began, the crowd joined in the count as Jeanne wiggled and kicked with each blow. About the sixth guy in line, rather sheepishly just brushed his hand across her bottom and was called back by Don and told that he was supposed to spank her, not try to get a cheap feel. When all of the men had each had a turn Don said that he would finish up, but before he resumed spanking her he looked over at me and said, "Just imagine, when you go home you can tell all your friends how you watched sixteen guys put their hands on your wife's bare ass while you stood by naked, with a hard-on. He then resumed the spanking and when he got to her age of 33 he continued to paddle her with 'one to grow on', etc. Her cheeks had turned crimson and I yelled at him to stop, which he did.
He looked surprised that I had spoken and said since I was so concerned with Jeanne that maybe I would like to share the experience. He then told the crowd that they were about to see something they would never forget and as he pulled Jeanne's bottom closer to his stomach, he told the two guys holding me to bring me over and put me along side my wife across his lap. He joked that "what was good for the goose was good for the gander." I, of course, struggled, but soon found myself lying face down next to my wife.
There was just barely enough room for the two of us but he pulled me tight against Jeanne. The crowd roared as Don said, "You've all heard of 'dancing cheek to cheek', well, what you're about to see is 'spanking cheek to cheek'. He then proceeded to spank both of us, first alternating between Jeanne's bottom and then mine, and then randomly, so that we never knew which of us would be slapped next.
A girl in the crowd yelled out to Don to see if he could get the shades of red to match and a guy suggested that, "This should be called 'The Bare Butt ballad of Blushing Bottoms'."
By now we were both crying, Jeanne from pain and embarrassment and me from pain, shame, embarrassment and the frustration of not only being unable to protect her but having her see me being manhandled and dominated by her tormentor. She kept repeating to me, "Why is he doing this to us?" "Please make him stop hurting me." I could say nor do nothing as the paddling continued and he decided to use both hands, spanking us at the same time as if he were playing the bongo drums.
Don finally stopped the punishment for a moment and whispering, asked Jeanne if she was ready to go into the house with him where he'd show her what a real man looked like. She sobbed her refusal and asked him how he could suggest such a thing in front of me. He replied that I could come along too and watch.
He said he was sure that I wouldn't mind for two very good reasons. "First," he said, "your husband knows if he says one more thing to me, I'll spank his bare ass so hard and so long that he won't be able to sit down for a week and I'll make you watch the whole thing."
"The second and more important reason is that I think he is getting very turned on by all of this. I think he enjoys having all these girls staring at his little nude erection and I think he also enjoys having all these guys see you naked. I'm also sure that he won't object to me rubbing your cute little ass like this."
I could feel the movement next to me as he started to rub Jeanne's bottom and I said nothing. He then said to her, "I'll bet his little weewee is really getting hard now and just to show you I'm right I don't think he'd object if I also rubbed your titties at the same time." As I turned my head, there, only inches from my face, I saw his big hand reach under her and begin to fondle her naked breasts, squeezing, pinching and rolling her swollen nipples between his fingers.
My _c_o_c_k_ throbbed as I listened to my wife whimper at his touch but I kept silent knowing full well that protesting would accomplish nothing except for another more prolonged and painful spanking.
He told Jeanne that if she wouldn't go into the house with him the least she could do was to sit in his lap for a little while and if she would agree to that he would let us up. Reluctantly she said she would if it meant we wouldn't be spanked anymore.
He then told one of the guys to come over and help me up mentioning to Jeanne that I was about to get another thrill watching everyone there see her for the first time in full frontal nudity.
I was then helped upright and led a few feet away as I watched Jeanne being lifted to her feet and being turned to face the crowd of eager onlookers.
Her face was beet red as she stood for the first time stark naked in front of them as they examined her body from head to toe. I wanted to relieve her embarrassment but was helpless to do so. Don then made me stand next to her and for the first time I realized that people were actually taking pictures of the proceedings.
It was then that Cindy, the girl who had named my penis, came out of the crowd with a bottle of suntan oil in her hand. As she approached me she said to Don, "Since you already tanned Spanky's rear here, some of the girls and I were worried about his front becoming sunburned and decided that since I'm a nurse I should apply some first aid to the area." She said, "I hope its not too late because as you can see his cute little pink weewee has turned to red and is now beginning to turn purple."
She then filled her left hand with oil while asking me if my bottom still hurt from being spanked. When I nodded that it did, she said that she would take care of that first and started spreading the liquid all over my ass.
The oil felt good as she worked her hand all over my bottom and between my cheeks. She then took more oil and lubricated me through my legs all the way to my balls. As she tickled my crotch and scrotum my penis started to jump involuntarily.
You could feel the anticipation in the crowd grow as they waited for her to get around to my front and their wait paid off as she took the suntan oil and squirted it up and down the length of my erection and onto my balls.
She then explained to me almost clinically that it would do no good unless it was rubbed well into the exposed area. I quietly asked her not to play with my erection and when she asked me why, I told her I didn't want to come in front of everyone. She told me that I would just have to control myself to keep that from happening.
I felt lightheaded as she took my penis into her hand and started to slowly stroke the shaft up and down. When she saw that her touch was having the desired effect on me she asked me if this was the first time I had been jacked-off by someone other than my wife. When I indicated that it was she said that she promised to be gentle.
You could hear a pin drop as she increased the motion with her right hand while with her left she was tickling the length of my crack and underside of my balls. Then just when I thought I could hold back no longer she stopped and reaching down for the bottle of oil, tossed it over to Don and said, "You better use some of this on your girlfriend's boobies and exposed areas before they start to burn also."
Don caught the plastic bottle and immediately squirted a generous amount over my wife's chest. Then standing behind her he reached around with both hands and began to message her breasts.
Cindy continued to tickle my balls and run her finger lightly up the crack of my ass with one hand while with the other she ran her fingertips up and down the underside of my _c_o_c_k_ sending shivers all over my body. A drop of clear liquid had formed on the tip of my penis and it was now falling slowly to my feet with its long sticky tail, much to the delight of two girls who were betting how long it would take to reach the ground.
Cindy said to me, "It looks as if your wife is getting a pretty good going over too," as Don was now running his hands all over her body. Then, as we watched, he led her backward a few feet to the bench and sitting down forced her to sit in his lap on his left thigh. He then resumed the message only this time his right hand made its way slowly down her stomach to between her legs. Jeanne had her knees and thighs squeezed tightly together but that did not stop him. With his left arm around her, he continued to fondle her oil cover tits while his right hand was busy between her legs.
By now she was leaning back against his shoulder for support as she moaned and mumbled that he shouldn't be touching her there. But the touching and movement continued and in a short time, as we watched, her breathing grew more rapid followed by her eyelids closing tightly and then the veins in her neck became taught, her face grew red, her body stiffened and she let out a long low moan. He looked at me and said, "That was for me, the next one will be for you."
Cindy was shaking with excitement and said to me, "I didn't think he could do it, I really didn't think he could make her come." Then she said, "Look at them," referring to the crowd, "There's sixteen guys standing there watching. All of them have hard-ons and all of them have one common thought and that's what it would be like to stick their _c_o_c_k_ between your wife's legs."
As I looked around at all the bulging swim trunks, Cindy said to me, "Just imagine, sixteen guys with an average of six inches each means there is a total of eight feet of rock hard penis all wanting to go into the same place."
Then she said, "Speaking of hard, look around at all the ladies. It looks as though their nipples are trying to punch their way out of their bathing suits," As my eyes wandered from their heaving chests to their eyes some of them met my gaze with a blush or a smile, some of them looked down at the ground but most of them were staring at my hardness. And as I looked, Cindy continued saying, "I personally guarantee that there isn't a dry pussy in the group and more than a few of them, including me, are fantasizing what it would be like to have this inside them right now," as she wiggled my penis up and down. I caught the eye of a beautiful brunette in a white bathing suit whom I had talked to at length less than an hour earlier. Her dark nipples were outlined through her suit and as I looked at her she blushed uncontrollably, glancing down at my penis and then back to my eyes with a look on her face of pity as if she would like to help me if she could. Little did I ever realize when I was talking to her that she would ever see me like this and with that thought, if possible, my _c_o_c_k_ got a little harder.
Don's voice brought me back to reality from almost a trance-like state, announcing that just like her husband, getting a spanking had evidently caused a small swelling between Jeanne's legs also, and he wanted everyone to see it.
He then locked his ankles and knees inside of hers and steadily forced her legs widely apart. Jeanne was panting and pleading with him not to do it but his strength was too much for her. Then with his left hand reaching around her small waist, he spread the lips of her womanhood apart, revealing to all, the swollen pink erection of my lovely wife's clitoris. Everyone stared in fascination at the little bud glistening in the sunlight. When he was sure all had time to memorize what they were seeing he used the middle finger of his right hand to gently flick, roll and rub it as Jeanne moaned and cried with embarrassment and pleasure.
Cindy warned me not to say anything because she said she didn't think my raw bottom could stand the kind of spanking he would no doubt give me if I interfered.
This time Don was slow and deliberate bringing Jeanne three times to the brink of orgasm and three times stopping before she came. He had her where he wanted her as her hips gyrated and thrust to continue the contact each time he removed his finger. He wanted her to beg him to make her come in front of me, and his satisfaction was complete when she pleaded with him to get it over with.
She was not the only one moaning as some of the girls watching were visibly flexing their pubic muscles and under the pretext of folding their arms across their chests were, in fact, rubbing their own nipples. One guy was standing tightly against the back of his wife where her one hand disappeared behind her back apparently reaching for the hardness in his trunks.
My _c_o_c_k_ strained, engorged as never before, as I watched Don touch the spot that only I had touched before. Embarrassment gave way to passion and the need for release as Jeanne cried, grunted and moaned with each stroked of his thick finger and this time he allowed her the orgasm she was looking for. Her whole body stiffened, her toes pointed and her eyes rolled back as she rapidly inhaled and exhaled about five times, held her breath for about ten seconds with her face contorted and then let out a muffled scream that seemed to echo through the surrounding trees.
Everywhere I looked, bodies were sweating profusely and not from the heat of the day. Cindy could barely speak and panted telling me that if she had a choice she would mount me right there and ride me until dark. She said, "It seems such a shame to waste this sweet little _c_o_c_k_ on a hand job," but she said she knew I needed to come now more than anybody.
Taking my rigid penis between her thumb and two fingers she rhythmically slid them slowly up and down the short distance from the base to its purple head. The contrast of her dark skin against the pinkness of mine made her movements even more dramatic. With her left hand she continued to explore everything from my cheeks, through my legs, to my aching balls. She turned the head of my organ back and forth as if she was turning a television dial and then ran the tips of her fingernails backward up the underside of my shaft caused it to go into convulsions of its own. Between her two hands, no area was left untouched or untickled.
I held back as long as I could, knowing that every eye there was glued to that 4 1/4" area. But the stimulation, the excitement, the embarrassment and the need to release was too much and as I strained against the inevitable, what should have been a private act turned into the ultimate public humiliation as, with a cry, I exploded in a gushing, body shaking climax spurting spasm after spasm of creamy liquid into the air for all to see. My body went limp and I felt dizzy as Cindy proceeded to pump my little penis dry.
Given the state of arousal in the crowd, an orgy might have followed had not Jeanne demanded that we be untied.
A silence hung over the crowd as she said in a small steady voice addressing everyone and no one, "You have violated us in just about every way possible. You've seen parts of our bodies that you never should have. You've forced us to do things that should have remained private. You've humiliated my husband in front of me and me in front of him but you have destroyed nothing. I love my husband now more than ever and I would not love him any less if his penis was two inches long."
By now we were both untied and someone offered Jeanne a towel that she used to wipe the oil off her body and then threw into the pool.
She continued, "You are all to blame. You could have stopped this but you didn't, and you call yourselves friends." She walked by me and said under her breath, "Trust me!" Then approaching Don she said, "And you are the worst of all. You unmanned my husband by viciously spanking him and made him cower and cry like a child while you forced me to watch. You could have embarrassed him in a hundred different ways but you chose to humiliate him in the worst possible way and all just to boost your own ego, you, whom I thought I once loved and thought loved me in return." She then said, "What are you so proud of, what do you have packed inside those shorts that makes you feel so superior?"
He seemed frozen in place as she reached out with both hands and tugged at the top of his swimming trunks pulling them halfway down his buttocks and exposing pubic hair. Then with a second tug she pulled them down to his knees. What she released brought a gasp from many there including Jeanne, who quickly recovered her composure.
Big, would be an understatement as she had exposed one of the longest, thickest erections I'm sure anyone there had ever seen. Her voice softened as she rubbed her naked breasts against his arm and said, "Why didn't you tell me back in high school how huge you were?" Without waiting for an answer she continued, "And look at those balls, as long as we are naming _c_o_c_k_s today, yours should be called 'Trigger'."
Reaching out, she took hold of his giant organ, her small hand not quite able to encircle it, and slowly stroked it up and down while turning to me and saying, "Look honey, he's twice as big as you are. I'll bet he's bigger soft than you are hard."
As I stood there watching them, I looked down at my still hard penis and the difference made me feel very inferior. No one offered me anything to cover my nudity and it seemed pointless now to hide what everyone had so intimately seen. So I stood there naked and exposed as visual size comparisons were made.
Jeanne then started to tickle his balls with her right hand as she increased the stroking rhythm with her left. With my penis once again throbbing I could not help but notice the expression of surprise and satisfaction on Don's face as he stood there with his hands on his hips watching my naked wife manually pleasure him.
Then, without warning, it happened! Don's eyes bulged in shock and surprise as Jeanne had his balls gripped in a vise-like hold. Her fingernails dug deeply into the soft underside of his scrotum and she was backing him up slowly toward the pool. Twice he almost tripped on his swimming trunks which had fallen around his ankles. The pain must have been excruciating because he was up on his toes and struggling to catch his breath. His _c_o_c_k_ had lost a great deal of its hardness and gave Jeanne an excellent handle to guide him with. The whole time she was asking him why he was going soft, wasn't he man enough to keep an erection, and didn't she excite him anymore? Then, when she had steered him to within a foot or two of the pool, she stopped and screamed into his face, "If you ever touch me or my husband again, I'll tear your _f_u_c_k_ing nuts off!" She then let go of his balls and gripping his _c_o_c_k_ with both hands pulled it toward the sky while at the same time, bringing her knee up, catching him full in the groin.
As he doubled over at the waist from pain, she again brought her knee up, this time connecting with his nose, the force of which sent him hurtling backward into the pool.
With blood gushing from his nose and his trunks tangled around his feet, I thought for a moment that he might drown as he sputtered, coughed and gurgled in the water.
Jeanne then turned her back on him and turned her attention to the people milling around in small silent groups. Still naked, she went up to each of them, telling them that we had to leave, thanking them for their help and shaking hands with each and everyone there. Some of the girls were now crying and tried to hug her but she kept moving from one to the next. With a few of the men, including the guy who held her in the pool, she took their hands in hers and made them cup her breasts while their wives watched, telling them to feel her firmness and remember what they did there today.
When she had finished, she returned to me and said' "Let's go home, we've had enough excitement for one day." At that moment I don't think I ever loved her more and as we walked, I noticed for the first time she was limping slightly. When I asked her about it she replied, "Big _c_o_c_k_, hard nose."
Don was nowhere to be seen and neither was Cindy. She was probably in the house caring for his wounds and I thought with a smile, that if she did her job well enough, she might ride something bigger than me until dark.
We washed under the outside shower to remove the oil, then found the bag containing our clothes on the back patio and without dressing, walked hand in hand around to the front of the house. It was then that Jeanne looked at me and said, "You know, they were right, you do have a cute little weewee."
We walked through the gate of the high fence surrounding the back yard and headed for our car. Don's neighbors stopped what they were doing to gawk at our nudity and we both laughed as one guy almost ran over a bed of flowers in the path of his riding lawn mower. Cars slowed in the street as we dressed. They had to know that Don was throwing a party from the number of vehicles there. Let him explain to them what kind of a party it was. We didn't care, we would never return there again.
A few days passed before Jeanne or I fully discussed what happened that afternoon but when we did I felt much better. Only then did I learn from her that although she was mortified, for some bizarre reason she got extremely turned on watching Don strip, spank, and completely dominate me. She said that she imagined that the reason might be that she saw for the first time how vulnerable I could be and felt in the future having seen that side, she could better take care of me. She also mentioned that she might not have come under Don's hand but every time she looked at me, Cindy was playing with my erection and although she hesitated to admit it she said that secretly she wanted to see another woman jack me off. For this she felt guilty but I told her that I had experienced the same feeling reminding her that my penis became erect because I knew she was seeing my vulnerability while Don was spanking me. I also confessed that seeing her naked in front of all those guys and watching her being touched added to my state of arousal. So we forgave each other's unexplained reactions and put them behind us.
Incredibly, the whole episode, which seemed to last for hours, took only 42 minutes. The reason I know, is that two weeks after the reunion, we received a video tape in the mail. Neither one of us remembered anyone taping us but did remember the guy with the camera earlier in the day. Evidently he either blended into the background or we were distracted by other things. At any rate, this guy had recorded the entire incident from beginning to end, close-ups and all. A note attached to the tape said it was the original and that no copies existed. I found that hard to believe.
Even though Jeanne sometimes teases me about my 'cute little weewee' and at times, when she gets mad at me, threatens to call Don up and invite him to town because I need another spanking, because of what happened or in spite of it, our _s_e_x_ life has never been better but I've decided to give up going to reunions. Two bare ass spankings and a public orgasm is more than enough for anyone.