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Subject: {ASSM} Sam's Fall From Grace (MF, Cuckold, Reluc)
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 19:10:04 -0400
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Sam's Fall From Grace

Silently I cursed the client sitting across the table from me, he was
waffling on telling dirty stories and laughing at his own jokes, every
now and then he'd drop a hint that he wouldn't mind going to a strip
club, but I let those slide on by.  The business part of the meeting
had been concluded almost two hours ago, but this guy just didn't seem
to want to leave and I didn't dare upset him by asking him to do so,
his contract was worth to much to do that.  Giving a hint of my own I
looked at my watch, it was approaching seven and I wondered if my wife
Sam would still be waiting at the club where we'd arranged to meet at
around six.  For a moment I let my mind drift to my wife, we'd been
married ten years and at 36 she was still as vivacious as a teen, she
was the epitome of 'good things coming in small packages'; a mere 4
feet 4 inches in height, but with a body to die for.  Across the table
from me the client mistook my smile at the thought of my wife's
34-24-34 body as enjoyment of what he'd been saying and went off into
another monologue while I daydreamed of fondling Sam's soft warm body.
 Sighing I looked at my watch again and the heavens be praised the
client finally noticed that I actually wanted to be somewhere other
than with him.  Still it took another fifteen minutes to get the
'farewells' out of the way and it was with relief I grabbed my jacket
as soon as he was out the door and headed off to meet my wife.

By the time I reached the club we had agreed to meet at it was almost
eight forty-five, cursing I hurried inside and started to look for my
little darling.  At first I thought that she may have got fed up and
gone home, but then I spotted her blonde curls in a brief gap that
opened on the dance floor.  The music was loud, almost deafening so I
knew that calling to her would be no use and I quickly discovered that
the dance area was so packed that I couldn't get through the throng to
join her.  Resigned to having to wait until she came off the dance
floor I wandered around the edges of the crowd in the hope of spotting
my wife and managing to attract her attention.  Instead I spotted a
couple of her friends sitting at a table drinking, chatting and
laughing, it was clear to me that the reason Sam had not left was that
she had run into Ruth and Mary.  A moment later I saw Sam heading to
the table to join her friends, she was dressed in a rather revealing
wrap-over dress that was one of my favourites for obvious reasons, her
dancing had rumpled it up at the hem and loosened the front and she
was making sort of half-hearted efforts to straighten it out.  I was
about to wave to her when it dawned on me that she was not alone, not
only was she not alone but her hand was in that of another man's. 
Dumbfounded I watched Sam flop into one of the chairs, grab a drink
from the table and gulp it down, the strange man dropped into a chair
at her side and picked up a beer glass while Ruth made some comment
that had all four of them laughing.  Eyeing up the man with them I saw
that he was young, no more than twenty-five, tall, muscular and
attractive in a very manly way.  He was certainly attractive to women
and he knew it, there was an ease about him that seemed to say 'I'm in
control', but when he put his glass down and headed out to the floor
to dance with Ruth I felt a sense of relief.

As I stood there Mary left the table, I watched Sam sitting there on
her own and was all set to go over and join her when Mary came rushing
back with a mobile phone in her hand.  Mary spoke briefly to my wife
then grabbed her things and rushed away, clearly something urgent had
come up in her life.  Taking a couple of steps towards the table I
smiled in preparation for the greeting my wife would give me and at
that point Ruth and the stranger returned to the table.  I saw Sam
tell Ruth about Mary leaving as I walked closer then watched her being
whisked out onto the dance floor again.

"What the fuck?" I muttered as I watched the pair of them wedge
themselves into the dancing throng.

Looking at the table where Ruth now sat alone I wondered just how long
this man and my wife had been dancing, then I noticed that Ruth didn't
seem to be quite sober and I wondered how much she and my wife had
drunk before I'd arrived.  I guess I was feeling a little jealous at
that point, somewhat irked I turned and headed for the bar, after a
little pushing and shoving I managed to get myself a couple of good
stiff drinks;  the first I drank down in one gulp at the bar, the
other I carried with me as I headed for the table where Ruth sat
waiting her turn to dance with this unknown man.  By the time I had
worked my way back to the area of the tables Sam and the man were sat
back at the table, he was sat between the two women and seemed to be
laughing and joking with them.  He said something to them which Ruth
immediately seemed to respond to with a 'yes', Sam looked at her
watch, looked at Ruth and seemed to answer 'why not'.  All three of
them left the table and at first I thought they were heading for the
bar, but then I realised that they were leaving.  In a rush I drained
my glass, dumped it on the nearest table and rushed outside after them
with the intention of letting Sam know I was there only to find myself
too late by far.  The guy was climbing in behind the wheel of a car as
I exited the club, I could see Sam in the front passenger seat and
Ruth in the rear, the next moment the car was pulling away.

"SAM!" I called out as loud as I could and waved, but it had been a
vain hope that she'd hear me.

However, my luck turned as a taxi drew up beside me thinking I'd been
flagging him down, I took advantage of this to jump in the back and
told the driver to 'follow that blue car'.

"You are joking aren't you mate?" the driver laughed in disbelief,
though he moved off after the car I had indicated.

"No joke," I replied with my eyes glued to the road ahead of us, "just
follow that car and don't lose him."

Five minutes later the car with my wife in it stopped near another
club, the three of them were heading into the club as I paid my taxi
fare and were out of sight in a second.  Cursing I almost ran to the
entrance and headed inside, the place was not as crowded as the other
club yet I couldn't spot Sam, Ruth or the man they were with.  The
obvious first place to check was the bar, but if they had been there
they were gone by the time I got there, buying myself a beer I started
wandering around the dance floor.  Ages seemed to pass before I
finally spotted Ruth sat in a booth by herself, in front her were
three rows of glasses, each row had five drinks in it.  Looking back
at the dance floor I finally spotted Sam and the unknown man bouncing
and jumping to the fast paced music, then Ruth joined them and I spent
a few moments watching the three of them bobbing about.  A few records
later they headed back to the booth, Ruth sat down then the man and
then Sam so that he was sitting between the two women.  Slowly I
started to make my way towards them while trying to figure out an
explanation for my being at this particular club.  At the table the
three appeared to be playing some sort of drinking game and in the
time it took me to move to within ten feet of them they had drained
all the glasses on the table.  The man waved across the room and a
waitress appeared, took his order and the empty glasses then headed
off.

Pausing in my approach I wondered what this guys game was, Ruth, who
Sam had told me had no head for drinking, seemed almost out of things,
every now and then her head would sort of tilt forward then jerk up as
she giggled inanely.  Whatever he was drinking didn't seem to have
much affect on the guy and I saw him eyeing Ruth from time to time as
though gauging how drunk she was, he was also eyeing up my wife only
his look was not merely interest in her equilibrium, his eyes seemed
to take on a hungry gleam each time he looked at her.  Sam seemed
tipsy and was certainly oblivious to his hungry glances, the man was
talking almost constantly and whatever he was saying had my wife
laughing, Ruth laughed too between bouts of fuzzy headedness. 
Something inside of me was saying I should get over to my wife, but
for some reason I just stood there watching them.

The tempo of the music changed and for some reason about half the
people left the floor, while they wandered off I saw Sam heading for
the floor with the man.  At first there was a gap between them as they
danced, but that slowly faded away as they drifted together, despite
the difference in their heights this guy seemed able to cope with it. 
Within minutes of Sam's head coming to rest on his chest his hands
were sliding down her back to come to rest on her buttocks.  Naturally
I expected my wife to move his hands, but she just seemed to wriggle
against his hands and snuggle in closer.  In dismay I watched the pair
of them shuffle around the floor, I knew I should be doing something
about this, but I couldn't seem to move.  Even when his hands started
to knead her buttocks I couldn't seem to gather myself to move, Sam's
reaction to his squeezing was to roll her bum in his hands.  A few
minutes later Sam leant back and said something to him, he looked over
to their table then grinned, he said something and Sam looked over to
the table, laughed then leant back against him.

Curious I looked over to their table and saw that Ruth was leaning on
the table seemingly totally out of it, I also noticed that there were
full glasses on the table, obviously the waitress had returned while I
had been watching my wife.  Looking back to the dance floor I saw my
wife and the unknown man almost stationary on the floor, their feet
barely moving to the slow beat of the music.  Though their feet were
almost motionless his hands were certainly active, I watched them
running up and down her back, stroking her bum then moving upwards. 
One of his hands slid down to stay at her buttocks while the other
slowly crept up her side, it came to rest on the outer edge of one of
her breasts.  I watched him gently rubbing at the side of her breast
with no objection on Sam's part, encouraged by this the guy let his
hand slide over on top of her boob.  Sam just let him do it, her lack
of reaction made me feel light-headed, jealousy rose in me, but at the
same time I discovered that I was also getting a little turned on by
what I was seeing.

For the span of a couple of records my wife and this stranger stood
swaying at the heart of the dance floor with his hands squeezing at
her bum and boob.  Then he leant down, Sam looked up at him and the
next moment they were kissing, my mouth went dry as I wondered how far
all this could go, but at the same time I felt the throb of arousal in
my cock.  A few minutes later their lips parted and Sam said something
to him, he grinned at her then nodded, hand in hand they headed back
to the table where Ruth seemed to be in a stupor.  The guy sat down at
the back of the booth with Ruth on his right side, Sam sat down on his
left, leant across and nudged Ruth who jerked upright, focussed her
eyes then grinned.  For a while the three of them just seemed to be
chatting, joking and laughing, it appeared that things were cooling
down.  Only appearances can be deceptive, I noticed that from time to
time Sam was shuffling in her seat and giving the guy an odd look,
once she even made some low comment to him that made him grin.  It was
then that I noticed that only one of the guy's hands was visible, he
had to be doing something with his other hand and I looked around to
see if there was any way I could see what was going on.  I noticed a
sort of raised level above and to the left of their table, from there
I knew I would be able to see everything that happened at the table,
both above and below it.

Quickly I made my way to this raised level and edged over to the  low
guard rail, leaning on the rail I sipped at my now warm beer while
looking down at the booth where my wife was sitting.  From this
position I could now see what the guys hidden hand was up to, and it
was certainly up to something.  Sam's dress had opened as she had sat
down, the material slipping to either side of her legs, it was one of
the reasons that it was one of my favourite dresses for her to wear,
no matter how many time she would pull it closed it would slip open as
long as she remained sitting, now someone other than me was trying to
take advantage of this.  His hand was resting on her leg just above
her knee, he seemed to be stroking his hand in little circles while my
wife sat there letting him do it.  As I watched his hand crept higher
up her leg until it came to the top of her stockings, I held my breath
as his hand crept over the stocking top and onto bare skin.  It was as
his hand stroked her bare skin that my wife reacted, reaching down she
took his hand and slid it back down to her knee; she made some comment
to which he grinned, but I noticed that he was still rubbing his hand
in small circles on her leg.  Above the table he reached for a glass
and seemed to be proposing a toast, Ruth was giggling as she sipped at
a drink, the guy downed his drink in one then looked at Sam
challenging her to match his action.  My wife grinned then downed her
drink, all three of them laughed then seemed to settle down to
talking, but from my vantage point I could see his hand start to edge
slowly upwards once again.

I was distracted by a sudden influx of people into the club, it was as
though a coach had dropped all it's passengers and the noise level
went up instantly.  In moments every booth was filled with people and
the only free seats left were at the table where my wife was sitting,
no-one seemed to want them at that time though.  Turning my attention
back to my wife I saw that the guys hand had already reached the top
of her stocking and seemed to be just hovering there making slow, yet
firm circular motions.  Ruth and Sam were leaning forward talking
about something they both seemed to find amusing, but the guy leant
forward and they had to lean back to carry on talking behind his back.
 I'll say this for the fellah he had timing, he waited while the two
girls really got engaged in their conversation then slid his hand a
little further up Sam's leg, she was so engrossed in her conversation
with Ruth that she didn't seem to notice that he had gone 'out of
bounds'.  Nor did he press this advantage immediately, still moving
slowly his hand rubbed her thigh in small circles for a long couple of
minutes before sliding up a little further.  Over the space of ten
minutes he edged his hand further upwards until he was almost touching
my wife's miniscule panties, once again I held my breath and waited
for his next move.  His hand slid up and sideways to come to rest
directly over Sam's pussy, her thighs shut around his hand and she
looked at him sharply.  Ruth must have asked what was wrong, I don't
know what Sam answered but Ruth grinned, tried to peek under the table
then laughed some sort of reply to my wife.  Sam gave a wry smile back
then said something to the man, he grinned and reached with his free
hand for another drink while his other hand lay trapped between Sam's
thighs.  All three of them drank then laughed as they put the empty
glasses on the table, Sam was looking around the club, though for some
reason it didn't occur to her to look up.  She made a comment and
shook her head, the guy laughed and Ruth seemed to curl up in
amusement, then I saw Sam relax her legs a little, not much, but
enough for the guy to start sliding his hand up and down on her slit.

As I saw this my cock became hard and uncomfortable in the confines of
my clothes, to find myself being turned on by what I was seeing was a
major surprise to me.  The beer in my hand was totally forgotten as I
watched my wife's legs part a little wider and the man's hand move
more firmly on her panties.  Before long he was pressing hard enough
for the thin material of her panties to slide between her pussy lips
and I saw her give a wriggle as his fingers wandered along her slit. 
Ruth seemed amused by all this, not that she could see what was
happening, but I think she knew what Sam was letting this stranger do
to her.  As the minutes passed the man grew even bolder, his hand
would rub at one particular spot for a space of time before moving on
to another spot then moving back to the first spot, I knew that under
those two areas lay Sam's pussy hole and her clit.  There was no doubt
at all that his actions were exciting my wife, even from where I was
stood I could see the dampness of her pussy juices soaking through her
flimsy panties.  Then this stranger took things a step further, his
hand traced the edge of Sam's panties, which, since that garment was
now pressed into her pussy, also meant that he was tracing the inner
edge of her outer pussy lips.  Sam squirmed in her seat but did
nothing to stop his actions, encouraged by this I watched the man slip
a finger under the material and watched the bulge of her panties as he
wormed a finger into her obviously wet hole.  My wife gave a little
start, looked the guy in the eyes then said something to him, his
reply was accompanied by a wave of his free hand at the club and I
guessed he was answering with something along the line that he
couldn't do much here.  My wife looked around the now crowded club
then back at him, laughing she shook her head and let her legs open a
little further.  The man laughed and slipped another finger under the
material of her panties, although all I could see was the moving bulge
in her panties I knew he was finger-fucking her using two fingers. 
Then he leant over and said something close to Sam's ear, she turned
her head and looked at him as though he were crazy, her lips clearly
forming the word 'no', the guy gave a shrug, grinned and carried on
fingering her at a faster pace.

More people seemed to be cramming into the club, all unaware of the
seduction going on in one of the booths.  The man was a smooth
operator, he had clearly wanted my wife to do something, but he was
content to let her get more excited before trying again.  And Sam was
indeed getting more excited, I saw her eyelids flickering as small
bursts of pleasure washed over her from the actions of this man's
fingers.  Before long I could see that she was hovering on the edge of
an orgasm and was biting her lip to hold back the cries of bliss that
were bubbling in her throat, at this the man leant over and spoke to
her again.  Whatever he was asking of her Sam replied in the negative
again, only this time with a lot less conviction and when he spoke
again a few minutes later her response was barely a shake of the head.
 With the patience of a cat at a mouse-hole this man with my wife
carried on fingering her pussy, his pace seemed to have slowed and it
came to me that he was keeping her hovering on the edge of an orgasm
until she agreed to whatever it was he was asking her to do.  That
agreement came only minutes later, as Sam squirmed and leant back in
her seat breathing heavily the man spoke again, her head came up and
she looked at him through eyes glazed with excitement, he repeated his
words and my wife nodded her head in weak agreement.  To my utter
amazement Sam lifted herself in her seat, reached down and as his hand
moved from her pussy she slid her panties off and gave them to the man
who openly sniffed the crotch before putting them in his jacket
pocket.  I think my mouth was hanging open as she settled back in the
chair, spread her legs and let this stranger have full access to her
pussy.  Nor was he slow to gain access, I had an unobstructed view of
two of his fingers sliding into her pussy while his thumb stretched up
to her clit.  Moments later his plunging fingers had Sam on the edge
of an orgasm and seemed intent on driving her over the edge.

Suddenly Ruth leant over and said something, I followed the direction
her eyes were looking and saw a group of five people approaching the
table.  They asked something and the man seemed to reply in the
positive while below the table his fingers lay still in my wife's
pussy.  The group began to sit down at the table and I half blessed
them yet half cursed them for arriving to end the scene below me. 
There seemed to be only room for four of the group to sit, one of them
was resigned to standing when the guy with my wife said something to
her.  She looked at him, looked at the group then nodded agreement to
whatever it was he'd said, a moment later she stood up and her dress
fell back into place to hide her naked pussy.  Her next action was to
sit on the stranger's lap facing the table, he used his hands to
manoeuvre her legs to either side of his then leant back to let her
lean against his chest while the newcomers shuffled to make room for
the last member of their group.  Her dress had of course slipped open
again, but as the group started talking it seemed clear that no-one
other than my wife, the man she was with and I were aware of this.

Sure that events had come to an end I prepared to make my way down to
my wife, but as I started to straighten I saw a movement on her leg. 
Stunned I saw the man's hand slide up her thigh to her pussy, in a
second he had worked two fingers into her and was finger-fucking her
slowly.  Sam looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide with
surprised arousal, he grinned at her unspoken plea for him to stop and
carried on at a faster pace.  Resigned to what was happening Sam let
herself lean forward in an effort to hide what was happening from the
others at the table.  A waitress brought a round of drinks and they
all drank, including Sam who through her growing arousal was still
attempting to act as though nothing untoward were happening.  I felt
both annoyed at this man's actions, especially as the man sitting
beside them could see what was happening if he turned his head just a
little, and aroused by them.  Even as these feelings ran through me I
could see my wife biting her lip then leaning her head forward, and I
knew that she was on the verge of climaxing.  The group of strangers
seemed oblivious to what was happening, chatting and laughing away
while Sam began to visibly shake in their midst.

Shaking my head I decided that enough was enough, even though I was
excited by what I was watching it was time to end Sam's exciting
humiliation.  I actually began to straighten up in preparation for
moving from the rail to join the group when I saw something that made
me freeze in my tracks.  My wife's 'partner' had moved his hand from
her pussy, grasping her waist he had lifted her a little, pulled the
back of her dress from between them then guided her back down onto his
lap.  Sam's eyes went wide in surprise and she seemed to be trying to
rise again, her hair fluffed out as she twisted her head round sharply
and said something to the man behind her.  He grinned and pulled her
firmly down onto his lap, Sam's eyes went even wider and her mouth
opened in an 'O'.  What the hell was going on?

I soon found out what was going on when the stranger leant back in his
seat and pulled Sam back against his chest.  My wife's hands rested on
the table top as she was pulled back, her dress skirt slipping open
again to reveal her pussy and the cock that was pushed deep into it. 
Sam twisted around and said something to the man, but he grinned then
humped his groin upward which made her bite her lip again.  At this
point I know I should have gone down to the table and ended what was
happening, but I couldn't seem to move.  Nor, it seemed, could my
wife, she sat motionless with this stranger's cock pushed into her
cunt while he held her waist firmly.  Around the table the newcomers
were looking out to the dance floor and talking, yet I expected that
they would realise something was going on at any second.  Ruth, who
knew what was happening between my wife and this stranger, was staring
at Sam's exposed pussy then looking around the room like a startled
deer.  When the group that had joined them moved Ruth actually gave a
start, it was a relief to me to see the newcomers move away from the
table still unaware of what was happening to my wife.

As soon as the group had gone my wife spoke sharply over her shoulder
and tried to rise, but the man was holding her firmly in place on his
cock.  Strangely he was not moving in her, just sitting motionless
while Sam spoke to him.  Whatever Sam said had no more effect on the
man than to make him grin, from where I stood I could see her face go
from excited anger to excited pleading, but this man clearly had no
intention of doing anything other than what he wanted.  As though in
defeat Sam looked forward, her head dropped down as she tried to lean
away from the man, he said something and her head came up sharply. 
She shook her head, the man spoke again and she shook her head again,
then he said something else and Sam looked around the room as though
in horror.  Still shaking her head she spoke to him over her shoulder,
I could see her face clearly and there were tears bubbling up in her
eyes, she looked desperate.  The man laughed and responded with
something and ended with what looked to be 'do it', my wife faced
front again, looked down at the table and then slowly raised herself
on his cock.  I felt a moment of relief thinking that she was being
let get off the man's cock, but that relief turned to a gasp of dismay
when Sam reversed direction and slid down on his meat again.  As she
began to rise and fall on his cock it came to me what this man had
told her to do, to fuck him!  He was virtually raping her yet he was
somehow getting her to do all the work, the bastard was sitting back
in his seat with a look of triumph on his face as my wife began to
fuck him in earnest.  It was that look that snapped me out of my
paralysis.

As I jerked upright Ruth looked up at the gallery, her eyes went wide
with panic and she said something to the man.  I was moving away so
didn't see what his reaction was, but a moment later I was downstairs
and heading for the table like a destroyer under full steam.  Ruth saw
me approaching and spoke to them again, the man glanced my way then
said something that made Ruth's jaw drop, but it also spurred her to
her feet and across the floor to intercept me.

"Dan!" Ruth spoke over the music as she stopped right in front of me.
"What a surprise seeing you..."

"I'll deal with you later!" I angrily cut her short. "Now get out of
my way!"

Pushing her aside I continued on to the table where Sam was still
fucking the man, she had her eyes closed and was unaware of my
presence, I could see the shivers of orgasmic bliss running through
her body.  Behind her the man had his eyes half closed as though in
ecstasy and even as I drew to a stop at the table he was pulling Sam
down hard on his cock, his body seemed to shudder and I knew that I
was too late, this stranger was filling my wife's cunt with his cum. 
Leaning over the table I grasped Sam under the armpits and bodily
pulled her off the man, across the table and dropped her to the floor,
her surprised scream had heads turning in our direction.  The man was
staring up at me with both surprise at my action and a little fear
from the realisation that this time he may have to pay for his
pleasure.

"Hey man," he said trying to smile in a friendly way, "it was just a
bit of fun.  Anyway, she was the one that led me..."

"Not one more word!" I hissed down at him. "Now get up, you and I are
going to have a little 'conversation' outside."

His eyes went wide and I knew that the man was basically a coward at
heart, he shook his head and looked around as though for help.  I felt
hands gripping my arm, looking to the side I saw my wife, tears
streaming from her eyes looking at me in horror, shame and guilt.

"Please Dan," she pleaded, "don't, for my sake, please."

Wordlessly I shook her off and looked at the man, out of the corner of
my eye I saw club bouncers heading towards us, but they were too far
off to stop anything.

"On your feet you bastard," I spat at the man, "or I'll come across
that table at you."

I think he thought he'd make a break for it, he nodded as though in
compliance, slid around the booth then bolted like a frightened
rabbit.  Sam had gripped my arm again, but I shook her off and stalked
after the running man, even through my anger I was amused by the fact
that the bastard was so intent on escaping that he'd neglected to put
his cock away.  People were staring as he went past then laughing and
pointing, the laughter tended to fade as I walked past them and I
think the look on my face even made the bouncers pause for thought. 
Ahead of me the man was just leaving the club, despite his running I
was only a short distance behind him, the gap closed even more when he
looked over his shoulder, saw me still coming and tripped over his own
feet in surprise.  Sam was grabbing my arm again, pleading with me not
to make any more of a scene, begging me to stop, to take her home, but
I ignored her and once again shook her off as I stepped outside.  When
I got outside the man had reached his car, but in his haste to get
away he was all thumbs, he dropped his keys twice as I approached and
by the time he managed to get the key in the lock it was too late, I
was right behind him.

"Shit, the bitch isn't worth this!" he squealed as I twisted him
around to face me. "Come on man, she was doing all the chasing, not
me, take it out on her!"

"I'll deal with her later." I said icily. "But you are first.  Time
you learnt that everything comes with a price, especially fucking
around with other men's wives and girlfriends."

I'm not a violent person by nature, but I had planned on putting his
teeth down his throat, but the sight of his now limp and sorry looking
cock dangling out the front of his trousers made too tempting a
target.  His screech of pain when I kicked him hard and full in the
groin must have been heard for miles, he doubled up with his hands
grasping his groin and throwing up.  Turning away from him I found
myself facing my wife who was staring in horror at what I had done,
her face white and frightened.  Behind her, clustered around the club
entrance, a crowd of people, including the club bouncers were staring
at the tableaux my wife, the man and I now presented.  Ruth appeared
at Sam's side looking pale, shaken and totally sober, for a moment my
eyes met Sam's, there were many things in the depths of her eyes, but
fear and shame seemed to be the foremost of them.  It struck me that
my wife had never seen me mad enough to hit anyone, she was crying and
seemed unsure of what to do.

"Not a word." I said quietly as she opened her mouth to say something.
"Not one fucking word!"

Looking around I spotted a taxi and waved it down, when it stopped
beside us I opened the door and signalled my wife and her friend to
get in.  I told the driver to head for the road where I'd left my car
and sat back in stony silence, beside me I could hear my wife sobbing,
but it just didn't seem to pierce the anger and disgust I was feeling.
 The anger was with the stranger, my wife, with her friend Ruth and at
myself, but the disgust was all aimed at myself since I knew I could
have stopped things going as far as they had if I'd moved instead of
standing there and watching like some voyeuristic pervert.  It didn't
take long to get back to my car, I had the women get in the back while
I sat up front alone.  The sobbing of my wife behind me did nothing to
affect me, I'd never felt so angry before, or so disgusted.  Driving
almost dangerously fast I headed to Ruth's home, dropped her off then
drove home.  Twice on that short trip from Ruth's place to our home my
wife tried to speak to me, both times I cut her off curtly and it only
occurred to me later that she had been feeling terrified of me at that
point in time, in all our years together she had never seen me this
way.

When we finally got home I left Sam clambering out of the car and
stormed into the house, I made a beeline for the drinks cabinet,
grabbed a bottle of scotch and drank a mouthful straight from the
bottle.  The strong, bitter liquid made me cough, I heard the front
door close and after another large swallow of the fiery liquid I
turned to see my wife standing just inside the living room door.  Sam
was looking at me fearfully, though I had never struck her in the past
I think she was certain that I was about to do so.

"Dan?" She said hesitantly.

"Just shut up." I said quietly.

The fire of my anger was fading as the scotch heated it's way to my
stomach, a third swallow and I felt calm enough to try and deal with
the situation if not calmly then at least sensibly.  When I looked at
my wife again she had closed the gap between us, her pale face was
only a few feet away from me and I could clearly see each tear that
formed in her eyes to flow down her cheeks.

"Dan I'm..." she started to speak.

"Don't say anything," I interrupted her, "right now I don't want to
hear the apologies or excuses.  I feel betrayed Sam, that hurts."

"Dan, no, it..." she tried to cut in.

"Be quiet!" I silenced whatever it was she was going to say. "Don't
say anything until I'm finished.  As I've already said Sam, I feel
betrayed, and yes, as mad as hell about what happened, but that's not
the worst of it."

Taking a swallow of scotch I sucked in a deep breath and went on.

"I feel disgusted," I said in a monotone "and mainly with myself.  I
saw you at Bertali's, I watched you dancing with that bastard and even
let you get out of the place with him.  I followed you to the other
place and watched everything that happened.  I could have stopped it,
I should have stopped it, but I just watched like a pervert while you
... you gave yourself to the bastard like a bitch in heat!"

"Dan no!" Sam cried despite my warning to her that she should remain
silent. "It wasn't like that, please darling you must believe me, it
wasn't like that at all!"

"Don't call me darling, not now, maybe never again." I muttered.

Sam gave a gasping cry at those words, the tears flowed as though from
a waterfall as she came right up to me to look at my face pleadingly.

"Please don't say that Dan, oh god please don't say it." She sobbed.
"I didn't mean for any of it to happen.  If you saw us then you know I
tried to stop it."

"Yes, I saw just how hard you tried." I replied. "One shout would have
ended it all, but you didn't shout out, you could have asked that
group that joined you to help, you could have got Ruth to get a
bouncer, but you did none of those things.  Why was that?  Did you
really want to stop it Sam?"

Sam looked at me with guilt, shame and despair, but said nothing.

"Well?" I snapped at her. "Did you want to stop it or not?"

"No," she finally answered in a voice so low it was barely audible,
"not at first..."

"Shit!" I cursed and took another swallow of scotch. "Fuck it!"

"Dan, please, let me..." she wept.

"Explain?" I interrupted. "How do you explain what I fucking saw?"

"Dan, I can't make any excuse other than I was drunk by the time Steve
joined us." Sam sobbed out. "You were so late I thought you weren't
going to make it, then I met Ruth and Mary.  We got to drinking and
talking, pretty soon we were half cut and the talk was getting hotter.
 That's when Steve appeared, I swear all he did was buy us drinks and
dance with us all at first."

"Bloody hell," I muttered when she stopped "get on with it."

"He...he bought us drinks and danced with all of us," Sam sobbed and
looked down at the floor "after a while he sort of touched us all up. 
Dan, I swear I never meant to lead him on or anything, it was just...
just that the drink was getting to me... and the evening was ... and
all the talk of sex with the girls ..."

"For god's sake, make some sort of sense!" I exploded "Why did you go
to the other place with him when you knew I'd look for you at
Bertali's before going home?"

Sam jumped at my sharp words, took a deep breath and tried to carry
on.

"Please Dan, this is hard enough already." She wailed "I was mad at
you for not turning up and... and I was just going to enjoy the
evening with Ruth and Mary."

"Jesus!" I spat out. "And when Mary left?"

"Ruth was with me," Sam replied with a sob, "and Steve seemed to be
okay."

"By that," I muttered "you mean he knew how to touch you up."

Sam suddenly turned away from me sobbing loudly, her voice sounded
strangely distant as she spoke.

"I admit it," she said, "I did enjoy being touched."

Then she spun to face me, her eyes looking straight into mine.

"But I swear Dan, I swear that was all I intended to happen.  Just a
little fun, a little dancing and flirting.  When he suggested we go to
the other club I wasn't sure, but Ruth was keen and I went along with
her, God how I wish I hadn't!"

"Go on." I said feeling suddenly drained of all emotion.

"At the other place we drank even more," Sam sobbed out "Ruth was so
out of it that she could barely stand and I felt sort of fuzzy, as
though I was watching instead of experiencing.  Steve got bolder and I
just couldn't seem to summon the will to protest much.  When we sat
back in the booth I was horny, so damned horny and ... damn it ... he
was so smooth about it all."

"Or you were so easy." I commented. "Just a little slut out for a
night of fun."

That started the waterworks going into overtime again, but at that
moment I didn't give a damn how much my words hurt her.

"Please Dan, I'm sorry.  I wish I could make it all un-happen." She
sobbed out. "I never wanted things to go so far, you have to believe
me.  I love you Dan, I'd never want to do anything to hurt you, and
you have to know that."

"I thought I knew it," I responded, "but I don't know anymore.  After
what I saw I really don't know anymore."

"But..."

"But what?" I snapped. "You tell me you love me, but you seem to want
to be off 'flirting' instead of coming home to see if I was home. 
Hell you made no effort at all to call me on my mobile, what the fuck
do you expect me to think?"

Sam shook her head.

"I don't know why I didn't call," she cried "I can only blame it on
being drunk and mad at you."

"Finish your fucking story." I muttered taking another swallow of
scotch.

The scotch was really hitting home by this time, I felt light headed
and depressed, but at the same time I was getting turned on again
remembering all the things I'd seen this man Steve doing to my wife. 
Of course as soon as I began to feel horny again I felt the disgust
with myself rising again.

"When he started to touch my leg it was just a game," Sam spoke in a
low strained voice "it caught me out to find his hand on my pussy. 
When I closed my legs and told him he shouldn't be doing it he made a
joke of it all, I know I should have made an issue of it, but somehow
it didn't seem that big a thing.  Then if started to feel good and I
... I just sort of relaxed, please Dan, I can't explain why I did
that."

She looked at me as though expecting me to make some sort of response,
but I said nothing.

"It all seemed to happen like in a dream," Sam went on at last "he did
things to me and the only protests I could seem to make were weak
ones."

"I noticed." I commented. "So why'd you take you panties off when he
asked?  Wanted to make it easier for him to do you?"

"No!" she cried. "Dan please, it wasn't like that, why won't you
believe me?"

"Maybe because from what I saw it looked as though you wanted him to
do those things." I answered harshly.

"Oh Dan." She sobbed. "What have I done to you."

"That's a laugh!" I said harshly. "I'm the one that you didn't do
anything to, remember?  You slutted yourself for Stevie-boy, not me. 
Come to think of it, last time I tried to grope you in public you
stormed off home.  Maybe I don't turn you on enough."

"No!" she cried in denial. "Dan I love you, you excite me so much..."

"Not quite enough though it seems." I cut across her words. "Obviously
Steve is more your type."

Sam looked at me aghast, I don't think she could have been any more
shocked if I had slapped her across the face.  For a space of time she
couldn't seem to speak, but her head kept shaking as though in denial
of my hard words.

"Don't ever think that!" she finally sobbed out, her chin quivering.
"Steve had to get me so drunk that I was hardly aware of my
surroundings to get away with the things he did.  And yes I did take
my own panties off, but I was so hot from his fingering that in the
end it seemed easier just to do what he asked."

"And so, like a paid whore, you just spread your legs and let him
finger you," I said bitterly, "you didn't HAVE to make it that easy
for him."

"I don't know why I did that," Sam flushed bringing colour to her face
for the first time since we'd left the club. "When those people joined
us it seemed to me that he'd have to stop what he was doing so I
didn't think anything about sitting on his lap.  Then he started to
finger me again and I was so surprised that I couldn't think what to
do.  After that I was so hot I just wanted to get off, when I did
start to climax I was barely aware of him lifting me up, but then I
felt his cock pushing into me as he lowered me into his lap again.  I
don't even know when he got it out, but as soon as I felt it entering
me, I tried to tell him to stop, I even tried to get up, but he pulled
me right down on him.  Damn it Dan, it was rape, I never consented to
him doing that to me, I wouldn't have consented to it!"

"Oh yeah," I almost sneered "like you didn't consent to doing all the
work.  I saw it Sam, I saw you fucking him while he sat there enjoying
it!  There was a room full of people so why didn't you call for help?"

"I wanted to," she sobbed, then surprising me by sinking to her knees
in front of me, "I did want to, but he told me how it looked, me on
top, he told me that he'd tell everyone I'd got his dick out, that I'd
stuck it in me.  He said ... he said he'd make sure my husband knew I
had done it all.  Dan, I didn't dare make a scene and he knew it.  Yes
I fucked on him, but ..."

The blood pounded in my ears at this confession, but it also pounded
in my cock which had gone as hard as a steel bar within my pants.  It
came to me that this man Steve still had Sam's panties in his pocket,
my wife was naked under the flimsy dress she was wearing.

"... and then you were there Dan.  I'm begging you darling, please,
please forgive me, I didn't mean any of this to happen, you must
believe that."

She was still kneeling in front of me, her tear soaked face looking up
at me in a desperate appeal.  She looked so pathetic and so damned
sexy!  My thoughts boiled in my head, anger at her for what had
happened, anger and disgust at myself, confusion and desire.  Reaching
down I took hold of Sam's upper arms and pulled her roughly to her
feet, holding her at arms length I looked at her body then back to her
face.  Despite the situation I wanted her, I wanted to fuck her, to
take her hard and fast instead of the loving way we usually did it and
that desire made me feel disgusted with myself again.  Sam took my
silence and actions as meaning I was angry with her, which I was to a
degree, but she also thought the disgust that showed on my face was
aimed at her too.

"Please Dan," she pleaded "please.  I'll do anything to make it up to
you, to make things right between us.  Please give me a chance Dan."

"How the hell do you 'make things right'?" I almost whispered.

Her eyes became filled with despair as she thought that I was about to
toss her out or something similar, she actually cried out 'Dan
please!' as I turned her away from me, but kept a grip on her arms. 
Right at that moment the only thing that was filling my mind was lust,
loosing one of her arms I reached down, opened my flies, reached in
and drew my erection out into the open.  Pushing Sam roughly to her
knees I bent her forward, raised her dress, knelt behind her and
entered her in one hard thrust.  Sam squealed as my 8" of cock slammed
home, then I was moving in her like a man possessed, my groin slapping
against her thighs as I hammered my cock in and out of her pussy
without touching her in any other way.  My wife squealed, shouted and
cried out as I used her body as an object rather than a loved person. 
I took her in a way I had never taken her before, it wasn't loving, it
wasn't even sex, it was plain fucking!

"Oh God!" Sam suddenly cried out.

Her whole body seemed to explode in a fit of shaking, around my cock
her pussy clenched tight and I groaned as her tightness drew my orgasm
from me like an explosion.  I thrust deep and let my seed gush forth
while Sam pressed even tighter back against me her voice raised in
cries of delight so loud that I'm surprised the neighbours didn't call
the police thinking murder was being committed.  Breathing hard I
pulled from her still spasming pussy a few moments later, pushing her
over onto her side I stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet. 
Taking a swallow of scotch I gazed down at the lewd sight of my wife
lying there with her lower body exposed, semen just trickling from her
pussy and her body shivering in post orgasmic bliss.

"Fuck it!" I swore.

"Dan?" Sam said rolling over and leaning up to look at me. "What now?"

"I don't know." I replied. "I can't forget what happened.  I can't
forget how betrayed I felt."

"Please, forgive me," she said tearing up again "I couldn't bear to
lose you."

"I don't know about forgiving you," I sighed "maybe, in time.  But I
can't forgive myself."

"But you've nothing to forgive yourself for." She responded sounding
puzzled. "You didn't do anything Dan, it was all my fault."

"That's just it," I sighed shaking my head in disgust "I did nothing. 
I was there Sam, I watched what was happening and I did nothing until
it was way too late.  Damn it, I was getting turned on watching you
get touched up, I was fucking watching like a pervert and enjoying
seeing another guy fingering your cunt!  How do I forgive myself
that?"

"Darling," Sam said softly "you've nothing to forgive yourself for."
"Sam," I said in disbelief "Didn't you hear what I said?  I got turned
on watching you being used!"

"I heard you." She smiled in a sad way. "But I can understand it, it's
no different to us watching porn films and we both get turned on by
that.  Dan, up to the point Steve got his cock into me it was all
fairly innocent stuff, I shouldn't have let it happen, but it was
still just 'fun'.  I can understand it turning you on even while it
made you angry.  And I don't think you could have done anything to
stop me getting fucked, I couldn't stop it happening and I knew what
was happening before you could have seen it happening."

"But I should have moved as soon as I saw his cock in you," I said
guiltily "instead I stood there and gawped like a lemon."

"You were shocked and surprised darling," she said softly "it must
have been an impossible sight to believe to see a man fucking your
wife in the middle of a night club."

"Still..." I muttered.

"Still nothing." She said. "You were down quick enough once you got
over the surprise."

I looked down at Sam and shook my head, her words made some sort of
sense though I only half believed the justifications she was offering
me.  She was still crying, yet a gentle, sorrowful smile was now on
her lips as got to her feet and looked up at my face.

"Dan," she said softly "I'm begging you to give me another chance. 
I'm begging you not to leave me."

"Even after the way I've just fucked you?" I asked trying to sort out
my thoughts and feelings.

"Darling," she surprised me by giggling "especially after the way you
just fucked me.  Dan, I loved what you did, the way you just fucked me
mercilessly."

"Me too." I admitted with a wry grin.

"Do I get another chance Dan?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied after a long pause. "Only I don't think things can
ever be quite the same again."

"I understand." Sam said softly. "Dan, do you really think I'm a
slut?"

"I ..." I hesitated.

"Maybe I am," she sighed "but I only want to be your slut or whore. 
Dan I meant what I said before, I'll do anything to try and make it up
to you."

"Anything?" I asked wondering where this was going. "Meaning?"

"I'll never reject anything you suggest again." She smiled moving in
close to me. "All those things I'd never do before, I'll do them from
now on, no argument, no hesitation."

"So if I want to fuck you in the arse?" I asked.

"Whenever you like dear." Sam smiled up at me with some of her old
sparkle back. "And next time you want to touch me up in public I won't
run off in a tizzy, after tonight I'd be a hypocrite to do that."

My mind ticked over with the possibilities she was presenting to me,
our sex life had been good in the past, but Sam had laid certain
limits such as no anal and oral had been something for real special
occasions.  Looking down at her I still felt a little disgusted at the
way watching her had turned me on, but the thought that she would do
anything I asked sexually made my mind up.  Whatever my mind thought
my cock liked this idea since it had gone poker hard again and I
looked down at my wife with a grin.

"And if I want you to suck my cock?" I asked pressing my erection
against her.

Sam looked down at my cock then up at my face, she smiled up at me
then sank slowly to her knees.  The next thing I felt was her tongue
tracing the head of my cock, I groaned with pleasure when her mouth
closed around the cap and she began to move her mouth on me.

"Oh lord that feels good." I sighed as her lips slid up and down on my
shaft.

"Mmmmm." She hummed around my meat in her mouth.

"Sam?" I said as a perverted thought came to my mind.

"Mmmm?" she hummed around my cock.

"Does anything I tell you include letting someone else touch you up if
I tell you to?" I asked barely believing that I could have had such a
thought.

"Dan," Sam replied taking her mouth from my cock "if that is what you
want, then yes.  But after tonight I wouldn't have expected you to
want such a thing."

"Me neither." I grinned down at her while stroking her hair. "Only, I
think seeing you touched up was exciting, it was only the fucking that
drove me over the edge.  I don't think I could stand to see someone
else fucking you, but a little 'fun' as you put it, well..."

"Would be exciting?" Sam chuckled up at me. "Dan, I'd do it for you,
I'd even let others fuck me if it was what you wanted."

"No!" I said sharply "No fucking."

"Then no-one but you gets to fuck me." She declared "One thing though,
just make sure you are around to stop them."

With that she went back to sucking my cock.

"You got it." I sighed with pleasure.

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