Claire and I had been engaged for six months. The wedding was arranged, invitations sent and caterers booked. With two weeks to go before the the big day, I asked Claire if there was anything she wanted to do before she became my wife. She was quite a raver when we met and had settled down since meeting me. She said she wanted to go out on the town and prove to herself she still had 'it'.

That Saturday we made arrangments for the evening and decided to do bit of shopping for a special outfit for the evening. My future wife went in search for an outfit specifically designed to turn other men on while I sat in the pub and wondered if I was crazy for letting this happen.

Claire returned a couple of hours later with three bags and a huge grin on her face. I was about to call the whole thing off but seeing her so excited made me realise it was my idea in the first place and I couldn't let her down now.

I asked what was in the bags "That's a surprise" she said. We headed home in anticipation for the evening.

The plan was that I would get ready first and get a cab into town. She would then get ready herself and join me in the pub later.

I had been in the far corner of the pub for about an hour and a half when she walked in. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was wearing a black silk dress which plunged almost to her navel at the front and about half an inch short of her arse crack at the back. She wore a pair of black strappy high heels with a an S&M style ankle braclet. I had never seen my future wife look so sexy. I was getting a hard on just looking at her, as were all the other men in the pub judging by all the looks she was getting.

I was instructed not to talk to her all night; just watch and follow. In no time, she was being chatted up and bought drinks by a good looking bloke who looked like he was in his early twenties - ten years younger than her.

Within half an hour she was kissing him full on the lips. She positioned herself so I could see the show properly. She also swivelled her stool around and parted her legs slightly revealing a knickerless and neatly shaved pussy.

I couldn't believe how turned-on I was watching my fiance being groped and kissed by a complete stranger. She decided to head for a club leaving this guy and me behind in the pub. I finished my drink and headed out the door after her.

I just caught sight of her walking into a club. I don't know what she said to the bouncer but she didn't have to queue like the rest of us. By the time I got inside I had no idea where she was, I bought a drink and went off in search of her. There was a gathering of men to the left of the dance floor so I made my way over out of curiosity.

On reching the front, I was shocked to see Claire doing some very dirty dancing with a young fit bloke. She was getting lower and lower. The lads had clocked she wasn't wearing any knickers and were waiting for her to get low enough to catch a glimpse of her pussy. They didn't have to wait long as she seductively lifted her dress up to her waist and parted her legs to a huge cheer. I had never seen my fiance act like this but I was so turned on that I watched in amazement at what happened next.

The guy she was dancing with held on behind her and spoke into her ear. Next he started clapping raising encouragement from the increasing audience. The lads around me started clapping. At this point she noticed me and gave me a little smile, so I started clapping myself.

She laughed at me and then started to peel her dress off of her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor and the cheer was deafening. There she was, my beautiful fiance standing in a club surrounded by men completely naked exept for a pair of shoes.

The cheer had aroused the bouncers suspicions but before they arrived, Claire had re-dressed and headed out the door with her new friend.

I followed behind her and watched the pair of them head down an alley way. I slowed down and stopped just inside. I watched a frantic rush of hands as her clothes were removed. Claire's dress was again around her ankles and her fella had dropped his trousers and boxers.

In the dim light I could just see as he entered my soon to be wife and begin fucking her against the wall with one leg raised. There was no kissing and no foreplay. I was so turned on watching this stranger fucking my fiance and the thought off him cumming inside her cunt made me even more horny.

His movements got faster, Claire was having an earth shattering climax as her legs were folding beneath her. He pushed in hard and stopped as he flooded her cunt with spunk. He pulled out, kissed Claire on the cheek, pulled up his trousers and headed back into the club.

I walked up to her and handed her her dress, which by now was trashed. She put it on and kissed me on the cheek. She looked great, like a cheap whore with messy hair, smudged make-up and spunk running down her leg.

We got a taxi home but stopped a few streets away. I made her walk the last five hundred yards naked with me some distance behind her.

Well, we got married and although it was only meant to be a one off night she fucked four different men on our honeymoon; two I watched, two I didn't.

We plan to carry on our nights of voyeurism. I guess we are both addicted.