This story came about when I caught up with an old mate, and he told me about his wife being picked up in a bar by five guys and that he had not intervened but stood back and watched the events unfold. It reminded me of a similar thing happening to Raylene and me, only I had gotten jealous and whisked her away home. So this story is based on some true components from two different events. But it is mostly about what I wish had happened.
Raylene and I had been married for eleven years; they had been incredibly good years with many friends. We were very social out two or three times a week. We had family events, a lot of functions at our tennis club, and several other groups of friends. One of these was a group consisting of three of Raylene’s netball friends and their husbands. We met with this last group at least twice a month and had a lot of holidays together, both in New Zealand and overseas.
Raylene was my second wife; she was attractive and had a fantastic figure. She had been overweight in her youth and, at about sixteen, had joined a gym and worked on losing extra pounds. She had belonged to a gym and kept herself in shape ever since. When this story takes place, we had just joined a cross-fit gym, where Raylene outshone me in all the exercises except those with heavy weights. She was incredibly fit.
In our constant socialising, Raylene got hit on a lot, especially at the tennis functions, where several guys had an eye for her and would have her on the dance floor half the night. I would tease her about all her boyfriends, of course, but she just laughed it off, and she, having been hit on all her life, had an arsenal of tricks to keep amorous men at bay. Also, having three brothers, she had experience warding off all of their mates from her early teens. It had left her with a healthy contempt for most men and their loose morals.
She had been a virgin when we met, bashful and reserved. She was twenty-eight, and I was twelve years older. I will never understand why she decided to let me take her cherry, as I was as far from being a virgin as the earth is to the moon. Raylene and her netball friends were always going on about bloody men, their morals and the fact that they were only ever thinking about sex. Their husbands were always going on about the girls being men haters.
However, as much as Raylene heaped derision on most males, we had a great sex life. She was conservative in the sack, but in the first few years of our marriage, she would go along quite happily with most of my fantasies. Not anal, though. That was never going to happen. But with eleven years of marriage under our belt, our sex life was waining and predictable. In fact, we were down to once a week and usually on a Saturday morning.
So, let’s get on with the story. It was a Friday night, and we were to meet Raylene’s netball friends in the city at a Pub called ‘The Dog’s Bollox’. We went there to watch an Irish band we had seen a couple of months earlier when we were all on a weekend trip to Taupo. One of the couples, Ian and Sally, lived on the North Shore and, on this night, had decided to stay at Pete and Alison’s place in Mt Eden, so they could drink and not worry about driving home. William, who was Pete’s brother-in-law, lived close to Pete and owned a minivan. He had offered to drive for the night and be their sober driver. However, Raylene and I lived on the opposite side of the city, in St Heliers, so we drove into town to meet with everyone in our car.
I said our sex had gotten pretty predictable, but occasionally Raylene would get in an amorous mood and surprise me; this was one of those nights. And I knew I might be on a good thing when she pulled on a suspender belt and hitched up some white fishnet stockings. Then slipped into a lacy white panty/bra set, over which she wore a shortish clingy skirt and a top buttoned at the front with shoe-string straps over her shoulders.
She looked fucking sexy, and to say that this was not her typical attire would be a gross understatement. She usually dresses super conservatively so as not to garner any attention. And the looks she gave me this night said she was in the mood, so when we left the house, I was rock-hard and looking forward to returning home later.
We all met at a restaurant around the corner from the pub. Afterwards, we walked to the pub to listen to the band, which from memory, was also called ‘The Dog’s Bollox’. We arrived at the pub around 10:00 pm and found a table at the back of the room just inside the door, so we could hear one another speak. We had only been there about twenty minutes when Pete’s phone rang. It was their babysitter, saying that their son was having terrible trouble breathing. Pete and Alison’s son had cystic fibrosis; this was not the first time an evening out with them had been interrupted this way.
There was a bit of discussion about Pete and Alison catching a cab and leaving the others to stay and watch the band. But William led the argument that they would all stay together to support them if it was severe, and they made to leave. They asked us if we wanted to follow and have drinks at their place, but I was keen to take advantage of the fact I could get Raylene home early. Raylene also seemed keen to stay, so we said we would stay and listen to a couple of songs, then head home for an early night.
The table we commandeered near the back wall of the pub had room for eight people to stand around, so once the others left, we felt awkward standing there on our own. However, the pub was filling up quickly, and we were not surprised when a guy came over and asked if he and his mates could share our table. The guy looked familiar, and as I went to say it was okay with us, he blurted out that he knew me.
“We played rugby together, must have been eighteen years ago, at Roskill. It’s Dave, isn’t it?”
I immediately recognised him; his name was Hugh. He had been our first five, and a good one at that. He had been a bit of a ‘Jack the Lad’ in the day. I remember everyone saying that you needed to keep your eyes on your girlfriend if Hugh was near. He was then, and even now, a handsome six-foot-tall bundle of charisma. I had been nearing the end of my rugby playing days when we played together, and Hugh was beginning. I remembered he had been around sixteen years younger than me, so I figured he had to be thirty-six now, three years younger than Raylene.
He waved his friends over and introduced them. First was Owen, whom Hugh said, had moved into one of his spare bedrooms when his marriage had failed. Owen was a couple of years younger than Hugh and quite a smooth-looking guy in his own right. The others with him were Chris, Liam and Tobias; all were younger. I found out during the evening two of them were in their late twenties, and one of them, Liam, was only twenty-two. They all knew Hugh and Owen through their involvement at a squash club.
I was not surprised to see Hugh start a flirty conversation with Raylene as soon as I introduced them. And when I wandered over to the bar to get Raylene and me another round of drinks, I returned to find Owen standing on the other side of Raylene, talking up a storm and making her laugh. He didn’t move aside when I returned to the table, so I had to stand on the opposite side. I was not at all concerned, confident she could and would handle these young guys with ease.
When the band started a new bracket, Hugh took Raylene onto the dance floor and disappeared into the mass of bouncing patrons. I caught glimpses of them, and both were laughing and having a good time. However, when they returned to our table, Owen immediately whisked her away. And so it went for the rest of the bracket, all five of them vying for her attention and taking her to the dance floor.
Standing beside Hugh while Raylene was away having her second dance with Owen, I caught a glimpse of Owen with his hand on Raylene’s bum. Hugh also noticed what was happening and commented that she was a beautiful woman, “The boys all have the hots for her. You are going to have your hands full.”
I responded with a comment that none of them had the slightest chance. Hugh gave me a derisive look and said something to the effect of, they all play up; it’s just in the right place at the right time and pushing the right buttons.
I took umbrage at this and replied that if any of them thought they had the slightest chance, they would be going home very disappointed, as she was well used to lecherous bastards like them. Hugh laughed and said, “If you are that confident in your wife’s fidelity, what about a bet then? One hundred dollars says we can nail your wife.”
That had me speechless, even angry for a second. But then I reasoned it would be easy money, as I was 1000% certain Raylene would never, ever play around. I was not naive; I had known guys over the years that thought their wives hated sex and would never be unfaithful. And yet, on some of these occasions, I had known the guy who was nailing their wife once or twice a week. But I knew Raylene was different; she was very derogatory about unfaithful women and the men that chased them. We had several instances over the years of couples at the tennis club breaking up over indiscretions with other members. Raylene was staunch in her disapproval and incredibly scathing that the women could not keep their legs closed.
So I called Hugh’s bluff and agreed to the bet. But pointed out that, as he had said, ‘the guys could nail her’. It had to be all of them. Hugh agreed immediately but added one condition of his own, “You have to make an excuse and leave the pub for at least half an hour, so you don’t have a chance to wise her up to the fact that we have a bet.
I nearly pulled out at that point, not that I was any less confident in Raylene’s fidelity, but because I didn’t like the thought of not being beside her if the guys played rough. Hugh saw my hesitation and said, “Not so certain now?”
I replied, “I’m absolutely confident in my wife, but I will not leave her alone with a bunch of guys I hardly know. You could do anything. Spike her drink or anything.”
“I promise you there will not be any drugs or the slightest use of force, and I can assure you that when you return in half an hour, she will be happy and smiling,” Hugh said.
I weighed it up and concluded that Raylene would never play up, and certainly not with this group of younger men. I had the perfect scenario to get out of the pub. My company offices and warehouse were less than a mile from The Dog’s Bollox, and we had had two instances already that year of my being called alarms going off in the middle of the night. One of them had been someone trying to force the door, and the other must’ve been a spider or something on the sensor.
“Okay, you’re on, get one of your mates to call me on my phone, and I will give you half an hour, no more. But be aware I am not going away. I’ll go out the door, then return and hide in the crowd to watch that you treat her right.”
Hugh agreed, and we shook on it. Then he motioned to one of his mates and got me to give him my number. When Raylene and Owen returned from the dance floor, Chris headed for the bar, and seconds later, my phone rang. Holding my phone up to Raylene, I indicated to her I would go outside to take it, as there was no way I could hear anything over the music. Raylene made to come with me, worried that it was Pete calling about their son. But I mouthed to her it was the alarm at work and indicated she should stay.
When I returned inside a minute later, I told Raylene the work alarm had gone off and that I needed to meet the security guy and reset the alarm. I expected Raylene to grab her coat and insist on coming with me, but to my surprise, she just told me to try and not be too long and headed back to the dance floor with one of the young guys.
I left the pub feeling a bit rejected by Raylene’s wanting to dance with these strangers rather than being concerned for me. I walked across the road to our car and, taking my Jersey off, replaced it with a light navy blue jacket I kept in the car for rainy days. The jersey was light grey, and I knew I’d never be able to stand anywhere near the group if I had it on. I would stand out like a dog’s bollox! I did carry the jersey back, though, to put on when I supposedly arrived back from my mission.
Back at the pub, I looked through the door and saw that Raylene was not at the table. I waited for a few seconds until I located her on the dance floor, then slipped through and set myself alongside the side wall behind a group of patrons, where I shouldn’t be obvious.
Over the next half hour, I watched as the guys bought her drinks, trying to get her drunk. But Raylene was being cautious and only took small sips before heading back to the dance floor, with a different partner every time.
The absurdity of the guys flirting and paying her corny compliments amused me. And even when I caught glimpses of their hands wandering, I was not concerned as she seemed to be in control and laughing at their blatant attempts to fondle her. I was surprised that although she was blushing bright red at some of their comments, she at the same time looked flattered and was soaking up all the attention. I had expected some of the guys would have had their faces slapped by now. Certainly, at our tennis club functions, when one of the guys got handsy with her, she put them down harshly and one night had created quite a scene when a guy lifted her dress.
When the band finished the bracket and left the stage for their ten minutes break, Raylene returned to the table and stood between Owen and Hugh. I knew they were paying her a lot of compliments, and some of them must have been quite risqué as she was giggling and blushing again. But I had seen nothing happen that was likely to have Raylene’s standards dropping. I wondered at Hugh wanting to be rid of me for half an hour, as there would be no way I could have warned her without admitting that I had taken a bet on her being faithful, which would have had dire consequences for me. The reason I knew was that they thought she would be more susceptible if I were not around.
When the band took to the stage again, it was Raylene who took Owen’s arm and led him back to the dance floor. That gave me some cause for concern. She obviously fancied him. I noted Hugh was walking over to the band’s mixer desk and talking briefly with the sound engineer. I guessed he was requesting a song.
I turned my attention back to the dance floor, a gap opened up between the dancers, and I got a clear view of Raylene listening intently to Owen. His hand was touching just underneath her breast, and a finger was brushing at her nipple. After a few moments, she became aware of the attention he was paying her, and with a high-pitched giggle, she brushed his hand away.
As she looked up at him to complain, Owen kissed her full on the lips; shocked, I watched her passionately respond and, after a couple of seconds, quickly pull away, “I can’t do this. I’m not that sort of girl. Let’s go back to the table.”
“What sort of girl are you then? A prude who can’t let her hair down and refuses to have fun?” Owen leaned in and kissed her again.
This time his kiss was more insistent, demanding even. I was shocked to see Raylene respond, and she did not attempt to stop his fingers, which were now pinching her very erect nipple. They were obviously playing tongues with each other, and without thought, she moved her hips forward and rubbed herself just above his knee. Again, I found myself getting hard, which annoyed me just as much as what I had just witnessed.
I moved to stride across the room to confront them, but then, thankfully, she came to her senses, broke apart and briskly walked away back to our table. I slunk back against the wall and just as well. As she walked, her eyes searched the bar. She had a good look towards the front door and then all around the bar again. I moved a little more behind a group of patrons and knew by her guilty glances that she was worried I may have returned and seen her indiscretion.
I looked at my watch. It had been over thirty minutes since I had walked out the door. So it was time for me to arrive back at the bar. But I hesitated; nothing had happened that shook my belief that she would never play up with any of these guys. The indiscretion with Owen had me a bit worried. But I fought to convince myself it was just a bit of harmless petting. And as she seemed to have come to her senses and had put him in his place, I decided to watch her for a little longer. The voyeur in me enjoyed watching my wife interact with strangers and, surprisingly, had me very aroused.
At the table, she made a beeline for Hugh. He protectively placed an arm around her shoulder and spoke into her ear. Then, laughing, she let him lead her back to the dance floor. They were having quite an animated conversation as they danced close together. Reading both their body language and lips, I knew he was making a wager of some sort with her. I knew it was about the band as I saw his denial that he had been near them.
Then, when the band started singing Come On Eileen, Raylene looked incredulous and gasped out that she couldn’t. Hugh answered, “You made a bet. You have to stick by it.”
“What here?” She blurted out.
“No! Back at the table if you want. You can take your time and do it when everyone is looking the other way.”
Puzzled as to what the bet was about, I moved along the wall to get a better view of them when they got to the table. It was risky to get so close, but a group near the door covered me. I peeked out from behind a rather large woman I was hiding behind to see that Raylene was still arguing with Hugh and saying that she couldn’t. But he just shook his head, not taking no for an answer. Then, as the guys all turned towards the stage, Hugh nudged her into action, and I watched as she lifted her skirt, hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties and pushed them down to her knees.
Quickly, Hugh used his foot to propel them down to her ankles, then trapped them on the floor as Raylene argued she had dropped them, and now she wanted to pull them up again. But Hugh was having none of that and held out until she lifted her feet one at a time, leaving her panties on the floor between them. Hugh bent, picked them up, ran his finger through the crotch, and then slipped the panties into his pocket.
That was enough for me, a red haze of jealousy washed in front of my eyes, and I moved forward to accost Hugh. But then I came to my senses and ducked back behind the group, realising that I needed to change my coat for my jersey. Unfortunately, the coat dropped to the floor, and when I bent to retrieve it, a dull pain in my groin told me I had a massive boner.
I stood awkwardly, made sure Raylene was facing away from me, and then took a couple of strides to the bar’s front door. Hugh watched my every move, and when I pushed the door and allowed it to swing closed, he alerted Raylene to the fact that I had returned.
She turned towards me and asked if everything was all right. I assured her the alarms were sorted and enquired how she was and if the guys had treated her well.
She looked a little uneasy but replied, “Yes, they were absolute gentlemen, looked after me and bought me a couple of drinks. I’ve danced most of the time you were away.”
Then she asked me if I wanted to dance. My reply was a reflex – No! As I needed to confront Hugh about the panties. She turned and asked Owen to dance with her, instantly making me want to change my response. But it was too late. She was already dragging Owen away.
When they were out of hearing, I turned to Hugh and demanded that he give me her panties. He laughed and told me, No! They were his now.
With an angry edge to my voice, I told him if he didn’t hand them over, I would drop him there and then. He saw I was serious and handed them over. I slipped them into my pocket, searching out the crotch with a finger. I was not surprised when my finger found a patch of thick goop from her vaginal discharge. It was at that moment I realised I might be in trouble.
My unease was multiplied tenfold when I caught a glimpse of Raylene on the dance floor and saw that Owen was again foundling her breast and pinching on her nipples. Then, as they were swallowed up in the crowd again, I saw that she had both hands on his neck and was using her elbows to shield his wayward hands from view.
Hugh watched as well and turned to me, “It’s still fifty-fifty if we will nail her, but I think she will crack. What do you think?”
“The bet is off. This has gone way too far. I’m going to take her home.”
And I made to step around him and head for the dance floor. But Hugh stopped me with an arm across my chest, “Calm down, you will cause a hell of a scene, and she will definitely not appreciate that. We will head to my place once they finish dancing. You can talk with her on the way. But you will not renege on the bet. I’ll let you contemplate that as you wait now.”
About that time, Liam returned to the table with a young lady. The others all seemed to know her, and he introduced her to me as Emma. She was a pretty little thing, with dark hair and a couple of tattoos on her arms. She took a fancy to me, and I had to wonder if I was being set up, as why would a twenty-year-old chick be interested in an old bastard like me? But I didn’t complain. Some young eye candy was a welcome distraction from my growing unease.
Raylene returned, and the glow on her face told me all I needed to know about her last fifteen minutes of dancing. I had seen that glow before and had expected to see it before we tumbled into our bed later that night. But, what really pissed me off, was she seemed annoyed with me. What the fuck had I done? And with what she had been doing with these guys, how dare she be angry with me?
Hugh started organising everyone for our departure. He told me his address, which was in Meadowbank. I knew the street; we had passed it on the drive into town that night. Then informed me I was taking Liam and Emma with us and whispered that I was not to even think about sneaking off home, as Raylene had given him our address.
As we walked to the car, I tried to overcome my annoyance and have a conciliatory conversation with Raylene. But for different reasons, we were both guarded in our responses, and she pretended to be more interested in talking with Emma.
Raylene ushered Liam into the front with me when we got to the car, then climbed in the back with Emma. I was starting to wonder about Emma’s intentions. She had come onto me quite strong, but once she had met Raylene, she had turned her attention to her. And her intentions didn’t seem to be all buddy-buddy, there was a sexual overtone to her friendliness. Ten minutes into the drive, I could smell the beautiful fragrance of aroused cunt, and wondered if it was Emma or Raylene. Probably them both, I thought.
The girls were conversing in the back, but I could only catch snippets of their conversation. I tried to strike up a conversation with Liam, but it was a struggle because of the difference in our ages. I did glean a few snippets of information from him, though. He was good friends with a couple renting one of Hugh’s bedrooms. And that though he had only known Hugh for just over a year, he had seen him at the Squash club many times before that.
I asked if he knew why Hugh was renting out bedrooms, as I thought Hugh was well off, pointing at Hugh’s M5 BMW we were following.
Liam laughed and replied, “His wife took him to the cleaners when they split. She took their beach house down at Mount Maunganui, into which they had poured a lot of money. She got a lot of other assets as well and basically left him with just the Auckland house and his car.”
He told me that Hugh often had parties at his house, was a good host, and always had plenty of food and alcohol.
When we got there, I pulled in alongside Hugh’s M5 in front of a double garage. The house was on the high side of the road and was built above the garage. We all followed Hugh up some steps to the front door. It was not what I had expected. The house was large but in poor repair on the outside. I had expected something quite grand and modern to go with the car.
Inside, though, I could see he was having renovations done and guessed he was getting the place sorted as he got back on his feet. The lounge had recently been renovated, and alongside a large TV, there was a very modern stereo and expensive speakers. In addition, there were two-three seat settees, one facing the TV, the other placed to its left so that people could converse, and a large thick sheepskin rug in-between.
While the girls headed for the stereo, talking about what music they liked. Hugh introduced me to the couple Liam had told me rented a room. Julian and Michelle were their names. They told Hugh the sausage rolls and cocktail sausages were heating in the oven. I guessed that he must have phoned ahead and organised this. Michelle was very attractive. I had to chuckle to myself. Not at all surprised Hugh would have jumped at the chance to have her living in his house.
Hugh called out to Emma and Raylene that when they finished sorting the music, could they help Michelle serve the food? As he was going to show me his wine cellar and Gym. Hugh steered me along the hall, down some steps and into the basement garage. He had converted the basement and garage into a gym with a lot of good equipment.
“I’ve got you down here to sort out how you want to play this. I’m pretty certain that Owen and I are going to win the wager. And just as certain you are going to enjoy watching your wife get nailed.
My heckles rose at this, “I’m not going to just sit there and watch you guys nail my wife!” I almost yelled.
Hugh hushed me, “Think on this carefully. I have been watching you all night, you have gotten aroused at watching your wife, and I think you will be amazed at how erotic the next hour or two will be for you. But neither you nor Raylene will be happy knowing the other is watching. So I have two scenarios for you and expect you may have some of your own if you calm yourself and think about it. One, you disappear out to the kitchen with Emma. She gives an incredible blowjob and would be keen to get you into the sack.”
I was shaking my head at this, “No way, I’m not bonking some twenty-two-year-old and fucking up my marriage.”
“I didn’t think you would go for that. Okay, scenario two. I will make you a drink when we go upstairs, and I will make sure Raylene sees me put a couple of sleeping tablets into your glass. Only they will not be sleeping tablets. They will be some inert pills I have. You can pretend to flake out on the couch after fifteen minutes and watch what happens with your wife.”
My muddled mind was working overtime sorting out what to do, how I could get out of this and what the implications would be to our marriage. I weighed up the fact that Raylene was enjoying herself and would not be happy if I pulled her away. She also seemed to be annoyed at me for some reason. She was likely to get stubborn and fight to stay. How embarrassing would that be? I was also still convinced the guys would be unlikely to get further than to cop a feel of her tits and bum and that Hugh had summed up my reaction pretty well. It would be very arousing to watch them try to seduce her.
As far as our marriage went, I had already dug myself into a very deep hole just by the fact that I had let it go this far. If I were to pass out, whatever happened would not stick to me, and I could wake up unexpectedly and get Raylene out of the house when she came to her senses or if anything turned sour.
“What are the pills?” I asked. “And how do I know you will not drug me?”
“I have no intention of drugging you. I get a huge kick out of having husbands watching. It’s not the first time Owen and I have had a married couple here under similar circumstances. The pills are a placebo pill from a university medical study, I don’t know what is in them, but I guess they are mostly sugar.”
Hugh led the way upstairs. At the top, he paused, “I have some sunglasses I can put on you so that she can’t see if your eyes are open. They are slightly mirrored and give much better vision than other sunglasses in low light.”
When we got upstairs, the girls had the food on the coffee table. They had moved one settee over to the far side of the room and moved the sheepskin in front of the TV, giving them space to dance. Julian and Michelle were snogging on the far settee, Liam was dancing with Emma, and of course, Owen was chatting up Raylene. I sat on the couch facing the TV, trying not to appear as nervous as I felt. I asked where Chris and Tobias were. Owen informed me they were playing on the Nintendo in the games room.
Hugh called Raylene to come and help him make some drinks and choose what she wanted. And I watched as she excitedly followed him to the kitchen, ignoring me altogether.
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“What do you want to drink? I’m making Dave a bourbon and coke. Do you want the same?”
Raylene asked him if he had Southern Comfort and that she liked it with Ginger Ale. When he nodded to her that he did, she asked him why he had taken Dave downstairs.
Hugh turned, squeezed her bum, and took her in his arms, “I took him down to see the Dungeon I’m building. Would you like to see it? I could tie you up and fuck you silly.”
Raylene jerked apart, shocked at his suggestion but excited at the thought. “No! I don’t want to see your Dungeon and stop that. Dave may come and catch us.”
“I’ve got an answer to that.” And he pulled out a pill bottle and handed her two tiny pills. Then, dropping them in her hands, he asked, “Do you want to put them in his drink, or shall I? It will knock him out cold for over two hours, maybe more, mixed with the alcohol.”
Raylene went to hand them back to him, hesitated, then changed her mind and tipped both pills into Dave’s Bourbon.
They carried the drinks back into the lounge and handed Dave his glass. She sat beside him, feeling incredibly guilty about what she had just done. She tried to talk calmly, even though her mind was in turmoil. A shiver ran up her spine as Raylene realised that the one tip of her wrist had given Hugh, or maybe Owen, license to go much further than they already had.
The thought filled her with a mix of trepidation and excitement, mostly the latter. She knew she should get up and ask Dave to take her home. But it was too late. She had already gone too far. Besides, she wanted to spend more time with Owen. He was exciting and made her feel attractive. She thought she could keep him in control, even though his wicked suggestions during the evening had her body thrumming with anticipation.
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I could see that Raylene was nervous and distracted. Hugh had bobbed his head at me to let me know the pills were in my drink. Then Raylene asked to use the toilet and left the room. Hugh came over and whispered that Raylene had tipped the sleeping pills in my glass herself. He didn’t appear to be gloating, but I knew he would be inside, and this pissed me off. But I was also very aroused and took the opportunity to slip my hand down my front and straighten my semi-hard prick while I had the chance.
Raylene returned and sat beside me again. I let out a big yawn and told her I was suddenly feeling quite tired.
“I might close my eyes for a bit. The light is irritating them. It’s been a hard week at work, and all that smoke in the pub has irritated them.”
Hugh took my cue and mentioned he had some dark glasses that were good for tired eyes. He went to the dresser, rummaged around in a drawer, and brought them over to me. I declined, saying I would feel stupid sitting indoors wearing sunglasses.
“Don’t be stupid. All the famous rock stars wear them inside,” said Raylene.
Her urging for me to cover my eyes gave me the serendipitous thought that she was eager to dance and resume her petting. I slipped the glasses on and was surprised to find how calming to my eyes they were and also that the orange shading actually did give me a much clearer vision.
I turned to Raylene, “These are actually quite calming. But I feel quite tired, so I will shut my eyes for a bit. Give me a yell when you’re ready to go home.”
A flicker of concern crossed her face, but it was instantly gone, and she told me to finish my drink and to lie back and relax, “I’ll have a couple of dances, and then we can go.”
A surge of jealousy twisted my gut at her blatant lie, two dances! That would be the day. Then, thinking she was unobserved, she turned and smiled at Owen. And noticing where he was looking, she pulled the hem of her skirt down, realising it had ridden up. This single move brought back to me a picture of her dropping her knickers in the crowded pub. Again, a rush of jealousy hit me, but it was quickly swept aside by arousal so strong I had to bite my tongue to hold back the groan that nearly slipt from my lips.
I let out another big yawn, slumped to the side and pretended to fall asleep.
Hugh came over and asked Raylene to dance with him. She shook me and asked if I minded her dancing and when she got no response, she shook me even harder before getting to her feet.
She downed her drink to boost her fortitude. Hugh wrapped an arm around her slim waist, moved her over by the TV, and they started swaying slowly to the music. Raylene put her hands behind his neck, then closed her eyes and cuddled into his chest, seemingly without any thought to the consequences. They moved in a slow foxtrot, limited by the confines of the lounge.
She cast her eyes over to where I lay several times, and I found myself squinting every time, scared she could see my open eyes through the lens. But eventually, I managed to keep them wide open and concluded that, indeed, she had no idea that I was awake and watching.
Emma dragged Liam from the floor and sat down beside me. Both of them looked keen to watch the seduction.
Hugh raised a hand and moved her hair from her shoulder, then burrowed his head into the crook of her neck. Raylene shivered, and the hot sensations produced as his lips trailed soft kisses up to her ear elicited a quiet moan. Still nibbling on her ear, he moved his hands to her hips and drew her loins against his leg.
I felt a craving to get up and touch her myself. It was erotic watching her press her mound onto Hugh’s leg. I was almost certain she was grinding herself in small circles on him, but they were very subtle movements, she being conscious of others in the room. Again I was reminded that she had no knickers on, and this thought made me arch my hips forward and harden even more. Luckily her eyes were tightly closed, or she would have known I was not sleeping.
Hugh bathed her neck with soft, passionate kisses, his hands moving up to her breasts and searching out her nipples. She made one last attempt to push his hands away and looked over to ensure I was still comatose. Hugh let her push his hands down, but only so he could raise them under her blouse, caressing her stomach, each caress bringing his hands closer to her breasts. I knew when he slipped them under her bra and cupped them as she released an audible gasp.
Her hands slipped from his neck and held his hands still. The sensations his soft touch was generating were almost unbearable. She needed him to slow down; she raised her head to tell him this. But as her mouth opened and she gasped in a lungful of air, he lowered his mouth on hers. Then, running his tongue along her upper lip, he felt her willpower diminishing; he pushed into her mouth, searching for her tongue with his own.
Raylene felt powerless to resist. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against his. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had such a passionate kiss. Their tongues pushed and teased, and when Hugh’s tongue followed hers, she closed her lips and began to suck on it. The wet softness of his tongue inside her mouth was incredible. She continued to suck until she felt his hands slip down and pull her hard against him.
She could feel his passion on her bare stomach. He felt massive, much larger than her husband. She tried to compose herself, realising this was getting way out of hand. She tore her head away and looked over at Dave; he had not moved a muscle. She shook her head, trying to think clearly and quell her hunger. But seemingly against her will, her hands moved to Hughs’s groin, searching out his cock, wanting to touch and feel his size. She assured herself it was just because she may never get another chance to touch a penis this big.
I saw Hugh tip his head to Owen, who was leaning against the far wall, where he had been watching Hughs progress with interest. Owen’s, muscled, six-foot frame moved across to them with the grace of a large cat and nestled in against Raylene’s back. Startled, she turned her head to see who it was and when she saw it was Owen, her face took on a guilty expression of being caught with her hands in the till. But then, seeing him smile, she relaxed and smiled back before leaning back to let him kiss her. His hands moved to her hips, and he rubbed his hardness into the crack of her arse.
Moulding his body to hers, his left hand moved to her breast, searching for her nipple. His other hand dropped to caress her thigh. He moved his hips back and away to the left, giving me a perfect view as he slid his hand between her legs. Raylene didn’t resist; she actually opened her legs for him and pushed her hips back onto his probing fingers. Hugh moved a hand behind Raylene’s head and pulled her into another passionate kiss, his other hand moving back to her breasts.
Owen’s thrusting hand movements lifted her skirt, and I caught a glimpse of the crease at the bottom of one cheek. There were gasps next to me as Emma and Liam realised she was not wearing panties and must have wondered when someone had removed them. Owen dropped to his knees and looked to be trying to push his nose into her cunt. Raylene let out a groan and pushed her butt back onto his face. Owen started licking deep within her wide-apart thighs, then trailed his tongue up to the little brown bud. Raylene tried to jerk herself away from his attention.
“Not there, it’s dirty,” She cried.
Hugh turned her face to him and, in between kisses, assured her it was okay. Owen was trying to push his tongue into her tight brown bud. He had no luck, of course, but his efforts were rewarded by Raylene letting out a pitiful whimper of desire and her pushing her arse back against his probing tongue.
Emma’s hand snuck into my lap and settled on my rampant shaft. I tried not to move in case Raylene looked our way, but I could not stop the small thrust of my hips as I searched for a much-needed release. The glimpses of Raylene’s pale arse, the wanton movements as she responded to his attentions and the gap of flesh above her stocking tops was driving me wild with desire. I was not alone; Liam had his cock out and was stroking it madly. Emma had her other hand pressed deep between her legs. I had no idea how I would stay inert for however long this lasted.
Owen stood up and ran his hands from Raylene’s hips over her curves, savouring her body. Then, roughly grabbing a bunch of hair, he turned her head away from Hugh and kissed her. I expected Raylene to react in horror, his tongue having just been buried in her butt, but she responded to his kiss with renewed ardour. Hugh used this distraction to unbutton Raylene’s blouse and lifted her bra up above her breasts. They seemed to have swelled and firmed as they hardly sagged at all. Her nipples were swollen and erect. I had never seen them that long and hard.
Hugh cupped her breasts, rolled and pinched her nipples and at the same time lifted and squeezed them together. Then moving his mouth from one to the other, he bit, nibbled and sucked on them. As he worked on her breasts, Owen took a step away. He lifted her skirt to admire her perfect arse. Fondling each of her globes, Owen ran his fingers from the small of her back down past her brown hole. Here he spent some time massaging her perineum before pushing through her open folds to search out her clit.
Raylene jerked her hips forward when he touched her clitoris; she dropped a hand down to push his fingers away, then cupped her hand firmly over her mound to stop any further assaults on it.
“I’m going to cum if you touch me there,” She said, as she glanced around, noticing that Liam had his cock out and then looking over to see that Julian and Michelle were watching intently. “Can we go somewhere private? I can’t do this in front of everyone.”
Owen stepped back, hands dropping to his sides. Hugh lifted her face and spoke softly to her, “What does it matter if they watch? I want them to see your beautiful body. It’s all part of the excitement. But if you want us to stop and take you home, we will.”
Then Hugh dropped his hand and pulled her hand from between her legs back onto his cock. Kissing her again, his other hand moved back to her breast. I saw her capitulate and slump against Hugh and watched as she arched her back, stuck her butt out, blatantly searching for contact with Owen again. He patted her rump, then reached for the zip on her skirt, sliding it down and undoing the catch, so it fell open. But the clinging skirt did not fall. The ample curve of her hips was holding it up. Owen nudged her to move her hips and let it fall. It took moments for Raylene to realise what he wanted, and then with a sexy swing of her hips, it slipped from her his and fell to the floor.
I let out a quiet groan; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. She stood legs apart, naked from the bottom of her blouse to the tops of her stockings. Owen was just as impressed as I was. He stood aside and beckoned all of us in the room to admire what he had revealed. Thrusting his hand in between her legs again, he slid his fingers into the tender warmth of her folds.
Owen’s wrist twisted, and it was easy to see that he was wriggling his fingers in deep. Then he withdrew them and held up two messy wet fingers for us to see. He stuck them under Hugh’s nose and parted the fingers; a clear, viscous fluid stretched between them. Hugh breathed in her aroma, then making sure Raylene was watching, he sucked the fingers into his mouth.
The writhing of Raylene’s hips and the craving look on her face told Owen all he needed to know. He dipped his fingers back between her legs, scooped out some more of her juices and offered them up to her. She hesitated for no more than a second before thrusting her mouth on his fingers and sucking them clean.
Owen and Hugh grinned at each other, knowing she was beyond the point of any further resistance.
Owen dropped his hands and released his cock. I was pleased to see he was well-hung but didn’t look any bigger than myself. Hugh lifted Raylene off the floor to make it easier for Owen to take her from behind. She lifted her legs and settled her knees on Hugh’s hips. We got a fantastic view of her cunt, her labia were swollen and slightly parted, and a small drop of her slippery nectar was about to drip onto the floor.
Owen stepped forward and ran his cock along her slit, coating himself with her syrupy fluids. He thrust into her with one determined push. His cock sank home so easily that I wondered if he had missed her hole entirely, and it was just sliding between her legs. These days she had trouble taking me, even when we used lubricant, often commenting that I was hurting her.
The view of his cock entering her and his nuts banging against her arse was a mind-altering experience. Horny as hell, I realised how incredibly lucky I was to witness this. I had fantasised about it, of course, but never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought I would see another man fuck my wife.
And when Emma gasped out that she was coming, I turned my head to watch her cum. She had opened her legs wide, and it looked like she was trying to push her whole hand into her cunt.
I came hard, and Emma feeling me come, stroked my cock through my trousers. Fuck, it was unbelievable; I slumped back, tour my eyes away from Emma’s young wet hole, and back to watch Raylene getting fucked.
My doubts about Owen being inside Raylene were soon put beyond doubt. Hugh took her knee and lifted her right leg to her chest. Undoubtedly, he had done this to give us a better view. And what a view it was, Owen’s shaft plunging in and out of her sopping wet cunt. I watched his hard shaft pull out of her cunt; it was glistening wet from her syrupy juices. It twitched and throbbed, and then he was plunging into her again. It had been a few years since I had seen her this wet.
Raylene’s face was a mix of wonder and desire as Owen slammed himself into her harder than I had ever dared to fuck her. She fought to break herself away from Hugh’s hold on her. But he held her, and when she settled, he pulled her blouse and bra off and turned his attention to her protruding nipples. But I saw that one hand was down, working to free his cock.
Raylene’s sudden catch of breath alerted me to the fact that she had her hands on Hugh’s just-released weapon. From the showers in our rugby days, I remembered that he was well endowed but had never seen it hard. It was as big as the biggest I’d seen in any porn video. She started stroking him, but then her body shuddered and went taught.
I knew the signs; she was about to climax. She started rotating her hips, grinding down on Owen’s cock, sensations rushing over the sensitive flesh of her naked body. Then, thrusting her tits hard against Hugh’s face, she came. The ecstasy of her orgasm made her yell out obscenities, “Fuck, Fuck, Oh! Fuck me hard.”
Her eyes opened wide as Owen complied and rammed himself into her even harder. Then he started moaning that he was coming too, and she felt his throbbing release as he jerked out of control. Although extremely sensitive and exhausted, the hard thrusts and feeling his seed jetting deep inside her brought on a second climax.
I had never heard Raylene swear like that during sex, or at any time for that matter. It took immense resolve to keep up the act and stay slumped on the settee. I wanted to go to her, tell her I loved her and hold her tight as she came down from her high. But instead, I had to stay still and watch as Hugh lowered her to lie on the sheepskin rug, with her feet facing me, of course. My cock was starting to shrink, but it hardened up again real fast when I saw her wide open, sloppy cunt. I could easily have sat up, reached out and touched it.
Hugh lay beside her, took her in his arms and crooned comforting words in her ear. Then, as she calmed, he moved his hand between her legs and gently slid the flat of his hand down over her mound.
She turned to him, “I can’t do it again, sorry. I think I came twice then, it was wonderful, but I’m finished.”
“We have not finished. You have lot’s more orgasms in you yet. Owen and my record are eight; I reckon you are good for more than that, as you reached those first two so easily.”
Raylene’s eyes opened wide, and a resigned sigh escaped her lips, followed by a despairing moan, “No! I can’t. I’m way too sensitive.”
But Hugh didn’t remove his hand, and when Owen lay down on the other side of her, he stroked his hand through her hair, then turned her head and kissed her. She turned and clung to him and returned his kiss with as much passion as I had seen that night.
Emma reached down, freed my still, hard erection, and lowered her head to clean up my mess. I slumped further to the side, hoping Raylene did not look over our way. I didn’t have the willpower to stop her; a blow job was essential at that moment.
To be continued………..
