I'm usually the dominant one in the bedroom, but every now and again, I like to be submissive. I told my wife that she could start to plan her ultimate night. She would be in charge, and I'd do anything she wanted, without question. I'm not entirely sure I believed she'd go as far as she did, but I guess that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. To start with, she had me shave off my usual stubble, and put on my best suit, waistcoat and all. She made me sit and watch while she got dressed in her prettiest dress... With just a hint of slut to go with it, then she packed me into the car, and we headed into town. Parking up, she directed me along the winding streets until we reached the town's busiest gay bar. We entered, bought some drinks, and drank them, enjoying the music. After a little while, she left me by myself, and started moving about the room, talking to a few men, and throwing glances in my direction. Eventually, she took me by the hand, and we left the bar, moving around the side to the alley that ran behind it. There, my wife pushed me up against the wall, and kissed me aggresively, feeling the rock hard bulge in my trousers. Moving away, I noticed three men had followed us out of the pub, and recognised them as the last group my wife was talking to. My wife whispered gently in my ears, and pushed me to my knees. The men gathered around, removed their cocks, and proceeded to wank off. I sat and watched, as inches from my face three men stroked their hard cocks, and between them I could see my wife, leaning against the opposite wall, her dress hiked up above her waist, with one hand buried in her pussy, and the other squeezing her tits. With a groan, the first man came, firing his load straight into my face. Three or four long streams hit me in the face, and I closed my eyes, only opening them again when my wife commanded me to do so. That order was shortly followed by another, as I was told to open my mouth. And just in time too. The second guy placed the tip of his cock onto my lower lip, and shot his load straight into my mouth. The first load hit the back of my throat. Paige told me to keep the cum in my mouth, so I fought the urge to spit, or alternatively swallow, as the guy finished jizzing into my mouth. The third man quickly followed suit, exploding over my face. The first rope of cum hit me on the nose, and he aimed the rest of the load over my face, aiming to cover me completely. Across the alley, my wife shuddered as the fingers in her pussy brought her to a massive orgasm. The three men backed off, put their dicks away, and zipped up. My wife thanked them, slipping something into the palm of their hands as they left. When they'd gone, my wife came over to me, examining the cum in my mouth. She told me to swallow, so I did. Then she cleaned the jizz off my face with her tongue, pausing only to pass it to me in a passionate kiss, until I was relatively clean. The walk back to the car was an exciting one, as the remnants of cum dried on my face, and the journey home was definitely an intriguing one. As for what happened when we got home, maybe that's a story for another day. It's not often I let my wife take control, but when I do, she takes the reins hard. And I don't mind one bit. Although I'd prefer to avoid the looks when I take my suit to the dry cleaners...