Sorry for the delay in continuing, its been a little busy life wise.

As we headed inside I dropped her hand. I don't know why, given what she'd said about him knowing what we were up to. I think I was still in discreet mode, and of course there were other people around who would have no idea what we were up to. As we went in, the noise of the laughter, the music and everyone having a good time gave us back that cloak of secrecy. 

It was almost an out of body experience. I watched Wendy sashay through people in front of us, navigating the throng of bodies, those legs in the fishnets and heels, my mind replaying her bent over outside and the rawness of the event that had just taken place, I knew she'd be feeling the contents of my balls flooding her panties now. The contrast of the elegance and demure nature of the woman and what we'd just done was electric. I loved it. I could feel the residual semen gently leaking into my underwear from my heavy softening cock as I walked. Then I realised where we were heading and before I knew it she was at the bar with Paul, giving him a peck on the cheek and whispered into his ear. 

His arm slipped around her waist and his hand dropped to her arse and gave it a subtle squeeze and then he turned as if to look for someone. Me. 

I thought, he wants to watch, he's the Cuck, be the Bull, be pleasant and see how he wants this to play out. Men are funny, pride etc. I'd read enough about the subject, and fucked a number of married / living with women, but this was genuinely new to me. 

I'd genuinely thought Wendy and I were in an extra marital, FWB situation. I wondered whether he knew about the colleague she was having when she travelled for work. Anyway, that was not my concern. 

He put his hand out and I shook it. Our eyes met, and he said 'drink'? I gave a smile and nodded. 

Decent guy I thought. 

As he turned to order, Wendy flashed me a smile and lent over to my ear. 

'I told him what you did to me' 'He squeezed my arse'. 

'I saw' I said. She looked around and then adjusted her stance and pressed her arse into me as she too turned to the bar. 

I pressed against her and she turned back. 'This was not what I thought we were doing' I said. 

She smiled 'I know, it's a bit difficult to explain. Suffice to say, take control, he'll agree to anything' 

Paul turned back with the drink. 'Thanks' I said. 

He seemed to look me up and down. 

I won't lie, I was nervous. The excitement was coursing through me, and I could feel myself hardening again. 

Images of all sorts were flowing through my mind and I wanted to finger his wife there at the bar in front of him. Stake my claim and make it clear she was mine as and when I wanted. 

There was of course the small issue of all the other people, friends, acquaintances present and the worry about one of them talking to my partner when they next saw her if I got this wrong. Had I already been seen heading out with her earlier? Had anyone seen us / heard us at it when we were too busy to notice? 

He leant forward to my ear and said 'did you have a good time'? I made eye contact with him, and said 'Put your hand in her knickers and see'. 

He seemed to go red briefly, shock, anger I don't know. But he paused. Wendy looked at us both sucking her drink through the straw. My words surprised me. I didn't even know I was going to say them at the time. They just came out. 

Then out of nowhere I found myself saying 'Lets go and have a cigarette' (not sure if he smoked) 'and then you can see exactly how much I enjoyed myself'. He froze for a moment. I said to Wendy, 'hold his hand, let's go'. 

We headed back outside, navigating the bodies again and into the cool air. We tried to make small talk on the way, but the noise was too high. Once outside I led the way. A quick glance over my shoulder, I saw them both following. Wendy looked radiant, her hand in his. His face seemed neutral. 

We walked round to where we'd fucked so very recently. I was semi hard, but I knew unlikely to be as hard as normal after such a short window. I looked onto the slabs where we'd stood when I had her. Sure enough the drops of my semen and her juices were still just visible in the low light. I looked around again, and quietly said, 'look there'. 'This is where I fucked your wife'. 'This is where I emptied my balls into her'. His gaze dropped to the floor. It was impossible to know what he was feeling, but I was now in the role so to speak. I looked at Wendy. 'Show him' I said. She looked at me, I think unsure of what to do. 'Life your skirt and show him you knickers'. She looked around and then slowly hitched her skirt up over the holdups. I felt electric. So in control. 

'Put your hand in her knickers then' I said. 'Feel my cum leaking out of her'. He seemed to hesitate. Suddenly I found myself moving and I pulled her knickers down to her thighs. My fingers slipped into her slit which was coated in our cum. I scooped a bit out and rubbed it between my fingers. He was transfixed (as was I truth be told). Wendy just seemed to be beaming. She was totally into it. 'This is what I'm going to do to her whenever I want to'. He seemed to relax a little strangely. 'You're going to watch us too' 

'Suck me off' I said to Wendy, 'quickly'. 

She looked around again, but other than that didn't hesitate. She pulled her knickers up, dropped to her knees and I opened and unzipped my trousers. My cock was at half mast as she went to work on it. I knew I wasn't going to cum, but I was driven by a need to show him who was in control now. She was enthusiastic. I don't think he'd watched her with someone else. His reaction seemed a mixture of shock, surprise  and maybe even mild horror that this was happening in front of him. 

My involuntary grunt followed by her 'mmmmm's' seemed to break the spell. I was fully hard now in her mouth. I pulled my cock almost fully out her mouth. I'm a good length and thickness. I had no idea about him, but I wanted him to see what I had for her. She'd said he didn't have the cock or stamina, so I assumed he was smaller than me. 

With that I drove it back into her mouth, balls deep and put my hand on her head, savouring her excellent work and wondering might I actually cum in her mouth in front of him. I was feeling a slow build again. 

With that the music from inside seemed to get louder. We both stopped. Wendy's mouth opened and I pulled back, quickly fixing myself while she stood and smoothed down her skirt. We heard voices as others seemed to make their way outside. 

I grabbed her hand and gave it a thank you squeeze, she reciprocated. We quickly all engaged in slight too elevated small talk as we made our way back in, past the revellers with some chat to them and back to the bar. I was reeling. Had I really done that? Had this just happened? I needed some space and headed to the loo.