A wife catches another man with her husband.
Barbara was dressed in a black thigh length dress along with black stockings and shoes. This was offset by her blonde hair which fell back to just below her neck. For a woman in her late thirties she was still very attractive and was quite proud that James who was only in his mid twenties had chatted her up. She began to rub his crotch through his trousers and could feel his erection growing, she was going to enjoy this evening �
Suddenly the lounge door burst open and a shapely brunette walked in.
"What the hell is going on here" she cried angrily putting her hands on her hips .
James and Barbara flew apart as if they had suddenly received an electric shock from each other.
"D..darling" James stammered, "I wasn�t expecting you back tonight"
"I can see that!" his wife, Joanne, retorted,
"Good evening Barbara." She added icily.
"Err� hello" Barbara replied quietly
"Keeping my husband entertained whilst I�m away, that�s very thoughtful of you"
"Its not what it seems" James mumbled, " I�.er �we were"
"SHUT UP" Joanne interrupted , " James get your sorry arse upstairs, I�ll deal with you in due course, right now I want to have a little talk with Barbara ."
"But" James started
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT THIS INSTANT" his wife shouted. James knew there was no point in arguing and without looking at Barbara left the room. Joanne watched him go , slamming the door shut behind him ,and then whirled round to confront Barbara who standing up nervously said,
" I think I�d better go"
"Not yet you don�t," Joanne began, " I want to find out exactly what my husband sees in a tart like you"
At this she marched over and stopped abruptly in front of Barbara causing the pony tail her hair was in to flick round over her shoulder. Brushing it back she stared at the other woman.
"I really do think I should leave" Barbara said , this time in a louder voice
"You can leave now but if you do I�ll tell your husband what�s being going on," Joanne informed her in a menacing voice and folded her arms in front of her.
Barbara paled, she knew her husband would almost certainly divorce her. Being a very religious man he wouldn�t ever forgive his wife if he found out what she got up to behind his back.
"If you let me leave now I�ll promise that I will never go near your husband again" Barbara said with the desperation evident in her voice.
" Too bloody right you won�t," Joanne snarled , " and like I said a moment ago I want to know what it is that my husband sees in you, you must be at least forty."
"I�m only 37" Barbara snapped back indignantly.
"Well you look at least 40" Joanne replied nastily.
Barbara just fumed, she knew she dare not push things too far and didn�t continue the argument. She just tried to think of a way out of this mess she had got herself into . But her thoughts were rudely interrupted,
"Take the dress off," Joanne suddenly ordered in a matter of fact tone.
Barbara stared at her with eyes as wide as saucers,
"W..W..What did you say," she asked not believing her ears.
"You heard me," Joanne replied, "Get that dress off, I want to see exactly what a slut like you has to seduce my husband with."
"NO" Barbara responded defiantly despite the feeling of extreme nervousness growing within her.
"Right then ," Joanne announced, "I�m going to ring your husband and tell him what you�ve been up to."
Silence greeted this comment as Barbara just stared at her feet. 30 seconds had passed before Joanne broke the silence,
"Well what�s it to be , the dress or a phone call?"
"Please" Barbara begged, "I w�.."
"DECIDE NOW" Joanne suddenly shouted, putting her hands on her hips and abruptly cutting off Barbara�s pleadings , " YOUR DRESS OR I PHONE YOUR HUSBAND ."
Barbara was shocked by this outburst but knew she was beaten so with trembling hands she reached behind her neck and fumbled for the zipper of her dress. It took her several seconds to locate and when she finally succeeded she slowly pulled it down until it stopped at about the same level as the top of her panties. Joanne folded her arms again and watched with a triumphant smirk on her face as Barbara started to undress herself. Her hands dropped to her sides as the zip reached the full length of its travel and she forced herself to look at Joanne at this point. The sneering look she got back in return made her realise that there was no way she could get out of this and she began to turn red with embarrassment. at the thought of having to disrobe in front of Joanne who was some 15 years her junior .
"Well, I�m waiting" Joanne said impatiently .
"Sorry," Barbara found herself mumbling as she wriggled her arms out of the dress and then pushed it down over her hips to allow it to drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and was bending down to pick it up when Joanne said,
"Leave it there!"
So she stood up again, blushing even more as she revealed the sexy underwear she had bought especially to impress James. Joanne looked her up and down as she stood there in black bra and panties along with matching suspender belt and stockings. The whole ensemble was designed more for glamour than practicality and there wasn�t much material in any part of it but plenty of lace trim. As a result her 34C breasts were trying force their way out of the bra and her nipples were barely concealed. A few wisps of blonde pubic hair escaped from behind the extremely skimpy panties just to prove that she really was a blonde.
"Put your hands on your head and don�t move " Joanne ordered and Barbara slowly did so. Joanne then walked slowly around the scantily clad woman looking her up and down as though she was a piece of meat . It was clear to Joanne that Barbara actually had a very good body for a 37 year old but she was dammed if she was going to tell her that . So it was several minutes later when she stopped in front of Barbara and bluntly asked, "Are your tits real or have you had surgery?"
"They are real!" came an immediate reply from a suddenly annoyed Barbara, her current predicament temporarily forgotten .
"So they sag a bit then?" Joanne immediately retorted
"NO" Barbara cried.
"Well if they don�t sag than you�ve had a boob job by my way of thinking"
"I told you I haven�t" a now very irate Barbara answered
"Show them to me then" Joanne ordered smiling wickedly.
This knocked the wind out of Barbara�s sails and she froze in horror.
"You�re not serious?" she gasped
"O yes I am" Joanne told her still smiling. " Come on ,off with your bra"
Barbara sighed, blushed even redder and taking her hands from her head reached up her back Her trembling fingers located the catch and she slowly undid her bra before just as slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders. Dejectedly she let it slip down her arms and drop to the floor next to her dress. Instinctively her arms crossed over her recently freed breasts but was swiftly rebuked by Joanne,
"Get your hands back on your head."
Barbara did so acutely aware of the other woman�s gaze
Joanne gazed at her breasts which sagged ever so slightly, clearly they were natural but she still humiliated the half naked woman by saying,
"They are a bit saggy aren�t they, perhaps you should get something done about them."
Tears welled up in Barbara�s eyes as the younger woman taunted her, but before she could say anything Joanne continued,
" You have thirty seconds to get the rest of your clothes off starting NOW"
Barbara didn�t move so Joanne encouraged her by saying
"If you are not completely naked in 25 seconds I shall make that phone call." This did the trick and the shoes, stockings, suspenders and panties were lying on the ground within 15 seconds. A deeply embarrassed Barbara then stood there nude trying to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms.
"Hands back on head" Joanne commanded and when the naked blonde didn�t do anything she added
"NOW you cow," in a louder voice. Barbara then did as she was told and stood in front of Joanne completely naked, the shame of which was almost more than she could bear and she closed her eyes, as the tears welled up, in a vain attempt to shut out some of the nightmare she was going through. James� wife laughed and then spoke,
"I think its time I found out what my husband has to say, I wonder how he is going to explain what he was doing with an old slag like you".
Barbara sobbed at the reference to "old slag" but Joanne continued,
"And to be honest I don�t want you in my house so until I�ve dealt with him you can wait outside."
Barbara breathed a sigh of relief , opened her eyes and reached for her clothes, "At least this part of the ordeal is over ," she thought to herself but Joanne snapped,
"What do you think you are doing,"
"Putting my clothes on so I can wait outside," Barbara mumbled nervously,
"I never said get dressed! I just said wait outside," Joanne added icily and was delighted by the look of horror that crossed Barbara�s face.
"But�. Y..you , I mean" Barbara stammered in confusion.
"Yes I do mean it, you will wait in the back garden as you are now and I hope you find it very humiliating. Although I doubt its half as bad as coming home and finding your husband in the arms of an old tart." Joanne then went over to the patio door unlocked it and slid it back, she felt the chill of the night on her face as she briefly looked out into the darkness.
"Out you go then, and don�t run away"
Visibly shaking with fear Barbara began to plead and back away from the open patio door, but Joanne was in no mood for messing and she strode over to the phone. She had to do no more, the naked Barbara, arms across her chest made slow steps towards the open door. Goose pimples rapidly rose on her body as the cold night air touched her skin. The air also had the usual effect on her nipples .
As she approached the door Joanne suddenly had an evil thought enter her head.
"Stop," she called out after the naked woman,
Barbara�s hopes soared and she turned to come back into the room.
"Don�t turn round," Joanne continued, "Stay where you are and touch your toes."
Barbara bent over, her hopes dashed once more, facing out of the open door. with no comprehension of what was happening. As she did so Joanne crossed the room and stood behind her before announcing,
"I�m going to kick you out of my house��literally." And with that she quickly raised her left foot and placed her low heeled shoe on the naked backside in front of her. Hardly before Barbara could have felt the shoe touch her she was propelled by a sharp kick out into the night and sent sprawling across the patio Joanne slammed the door and locked it before Barbara could even get up. What had just happened then hit the naked woman and seconds later a near hysterical Barbara was pounding on the other side of the glass begging to be let in.
"Don�t make too much noise" Joanne warned her through the glass, "You don�t want to wake the neighbours."
This brought Barbara to her senses and she quietened down but the look of terror reappeared on her face as Joanne grinned and blew her a kiss before drawing the curtains. She then turned and headed out of the room switching the lights off as she left.
Joanne walked into the bedroom which was lit only by the light coming from the TV and as her eyes adjusted to the gloom she saw her husband lying on the bed .
"Fancy older women now do you?" Barbara asked him,
"Not really , I�d sooner have you any day of the week" he replied,
" Flattery will get you nowhere" Barbara chided him and then they both burst out laughing. When they eventually stopped James asked,
"I take it she is now waiting naked in the garden for you to deal with me."
"Correct" a smiling Joanne confirmed, "she should be shivering out there by now , I wonder if I can see her" and headed to the window.
"Hang on a minute, James called after her .
"What?" Joanne enquired stopping.
"I�ve got a birthday present for you."
"But my birthday isn�t for another three weeks yet"
"I know," James explained , "but this seems like the right time to give it to you."
"What have you got me" Joanne asked curiously as she headed back from the window.
"What is it" she asked excitedly.
" Here," James explained, "Let me demonstrate." And he then proceeded to fiddle with the buttons on the remote for several seconds until the TV channel changed to a completely black screen.
"Wow that�s good" Joanne gently mocked him , " what�s that a view of the back garden in the dark"
James stopped and looked at her.
"How did you guess"
"Don�t mess me about , what�s this box of tricks suppose to do." Joanne asked now slightly irritated.
"You got it in one" James answered, "I�ve set up a camera that�s linked into the T.V. so that you can view your "catches" from the comfort of your own bedroom."
"But its pitch dark" a now perplexed Joanne told him, "I can�t see a damm thing."
"If you give me a minute" James patiently replied, "I�ll adjust the infra red so it can see in the dark!"
"OH, sorry" was all Joanne could muster in reply.
True to his word, after a few seconds of knob twiddling , a view of their garden appeared , albeit with a reddish tint. More adjustments by James over the next minute or two meant that when he handed the control to Joanne they were looking at a view of their garden that was as clear as if it were broad daylight. James explained how to pan and zoom the camera and then sat back to watch.
Joanne immediately began to pan the camera across the garden.
"Where is the bitch" she muttered under her breath, as she scanned the screen looking for a trace of the naked Barbara.
"Maybe she�s gone home" James taunted his wife.
"Rubbish "came the reply, "she�s somewhere out there."
"Drop the angle of the camera and look on the patio" her husband suggested and Joanne did so.
"YES." She cried in triumph as the nude form of Barbara appeared in one corner of the screen, Joanne quickly centered and zoomed in so the forlorn Barbara filled the whole of the television screen. It was immediately obvious to the pair in the bedroom that Barbara was cold, she was stood on the edge of the lawn looking hopefully in the direction of the patio door from which she had been ejected. She was hopping from one foot to the other and rubbing her hands up and down her arms in a futile attempt to keep warm.
"Fancy a glass of wine" James asked his wife, producing a bottle and a couple of glasses from his bedside table.
"What an excellent idea" Joanne responded gleefully, as she watched Barbara on the screen. James poured the wine as his wife played with the controls and then handed one of the glasses to him.
"Cheers"
"Cheers" Joanne responded and they clinked the glasses together then settled down to watch Barbara. Several minutes passed in total silence before Joanne lent forward and stared intently at the screen.
"Brilliant," she cried , "its starting to rain, I wonder how the old cow is feeling now."
"Can�t help you on that one" James replied sarcastically, " you�ll just have to make do with the pictures for now."
Cold, was the major thing on Barbara�s mind at that moment in time. There were other thoughts, most notably , a feeling of total and utter dejection. Here she was , the sophisticated wife of a company director, a well respected member of the community , standing naked and shivering in a garden. To make matters worse she had been caught with a man by his wife and had been forced to strip naked by her and then thrown out of her house. She had never been so humiliated in her life but the cold was rapidly banishing all other thoughts from her mind, her teeth were already chattering so much she couldn�t keep them still and her hands and feet were starting to go numb . She kept hoping the patio door would open despite the dread within her at the thought of what Joanne would do to her. "How could I get myself into such a mess," she wailed out loud to herself. Then she felt raindrops on her naked body and began to cry.
Back in the bedroom the sight of Barbara crying was too much for Joanne. She finished her wine and hastily put her glass down. Then Joanne suddenly stopped and stared at the TV before ecstatically crying out
"Hailstones, this is getting even better" . On the TV the view of Barbara became partially obscured as the hail stones got heavier. It was clear that they were agony on her cold wet body and with no protection whatsoever Barbara collapsed to her knees and tried to curl up as small as possible on the wet grass. She had to endure the pelting of them on her body for several minutes before they began to ease."
Joanne was totally engrossed in watching Barbara suffer. She had laughed when the naked woman had suddenly got to her feet as the hail subsided and the rain came on heavier and ran round the garden trying to find somewhere to hide. Of course there was nowhere and she soon ended up curled up on the lawn again trying to make herself as small as possible.
"Darling your not watching" Barbara suddenly noticed, her husband was reading a magazine.
"Don�t worry" he replied with a grin, " I�ll watch the tape later"
"You taped it?" Joanne cried " you�re wonderful" and began to smother him with kisses. James pushed her away and in a serious voice said,
"I really thing you�d better do something about Barbara"
"Why" Joanne asked haughtily , not wanting to end her fun.
"Because if you don�t she end up with hypothermia , that�s why" James informed her, "And that could take a bit of explaining."
"What do you want me to do with her then." Joanne mischievously asked her husband
"I don�t care," he replied, " Send her home naked if you want, just get rid of her and come to bed.
" Send her home naked�." Joanne giggled, "I like that" she headed downstairs leaving James lying on the bed.
Once in the lounge, Joanne picked up Barbara�s discarded handbag and went over to the patio door, she pulled back the curtain before unlocking it and sliding it open. The light from the lounge illuminated the figure of Barbara lying on the grass.
"Oi bitch" Joanne called and Barbara raised her head. When she saw the open patio door she stiffly got up and headed towards it but to her dismay Joanne stopped her from entering the house. Joanne looked at the naked woman and had to try very hard not to break into a smile. By the light from the room behind her she could see that Barbara now looked a right mess. Apart from her constantly chattering teeth virtually every part of her body stung from the hailstones. In addition was completely wet from head to toe, the expensive hair style she had only had done the day before was totally ruined, her blonde hair now all straggly was plastered to her head and neck. All her make up had run, in particular her mascara had run down her face, Joanne had never seen anyone look so bedraggled and loved it.
"I have spoken at length to my husband" she began " and have decided that this will be an end to the matter, if you agree?"
"Yes" Barbara replied through chattering teeth as she rubbed her arms once more, "I really am very sorry"
"Well here is your handbag, I presume your car keys are in it, so I suggest you get out of my sight and don�t ever go near my husband again."
"What about my clothes" asked the shivering woman.
"You can do without them I think" Joanne smirked "It�ll be a lesson to you, not to mess with other peoples husbands."
Barbara was crestfallen,
"But my car is three streets away, and what if I get caught" she pleaded.
"That�s your problem" Joanne retorted and without waiting for a reply slammed the door shut. This left the naked 37 year old blonde stood in the pouring rain wondering how to get home minus her clothes and when she did how she could get into her house without her husband catching her. Clutching her handbag to her chest she slipped out of the garden and headed up the drive.
Joanne turned out the lights out the lights and shot back up to the bedroom. As she pulled off her dress she spoke to James saying,
" She was number four, have you got any more lined up for me darling."
"I might have," he grinned, " and as a matter of interest how are you going to return Barbara�s clothes."
"Well I thought I�d post her underwear back to her." she replied
"And the dress?" James laughed
"Its almost my size so, with a little alteration, I thought I�d wear it to the annual company dinner that is coming up in a few weeks"
"Talk about rubbing salt into the wounds" James murmured to himself as they got into bed.
The End