17 comments/ 114172 views/ 17 favorites A Friend's Final Act of Revenge By: coops181 The music suited the atmosphere of the darkened Clubrooms; I thought it was a bit too loud – but of course I realised almost instantly about what they said about that line of thought. Yes, I guessed I was a bit too old for it all now. It was alright every now and then – but there was no way I could do this sort of thing every weekend like I once did many years ago. I took another mouthful of beer from my stubby and looked over toward the small bar some ten metres away. She was still standing there talking and laughing with two men – one of them a bit of a youngster that I didn't know, and the other was someone I had known for nearly twenty years, although I had not seen him for the better part of the last ten. Something to do with moving to another State could do that to a good friendship. I continued to watch the trio with an almost casual disinterest – once upon a time if she had been flirting like she appeared to be now, I would have been getting wound-up big time! I smiled at how jealous I once could get – and then skulled the rest of my beer, another one sat on the arm of the old couch that I was lying back on – I had fallen behind in a shout with my old friend and he was having a "wedgie", waiting for me to catch up. I picked up the other beer and took a mouthful – I already felt a little drunk and knew I wouldn't be driving to the motel we'd booked into anymore – not for awhile anyway – something that I hadn't allowed for before coming here with my wife. Of course I should have known better, and just left our car at the motel and booked a cab! I thought briefly about our impromptu visit here; we had just been passing through the town on the way back home via the coast – the long way by about a day, but far more scenic than the alternative inland route. It was quite by coincidence that as we stopped to fuel up our car, my old friend had pulled up alongside on his bike. At first I was a little nervous – I guess that was partly because of the long gap in our friendship – but I also had a far deeper concern than that. Mick had acted totally rapt to see me and soon put my mind at ease with his usual friendly, easy going manner that I remembered him for. This soon convinced me that he still did not know what had happened over a dozen years ago – just before Claire and I had packed up and left for interstate – something that still had me feeling guilty if I ever allowed the memory to pop into my head. Lounging back in the chair, I looked at my watch; quarter past three in the morning. Fucking late enough for me usually – but it was a once off I knew. The Friday night crowd had thinned a bit since we had arrived at around nine – the party waxing and wanning as they did – still, I guessed there to be around thirty or so people settling in – mostly blokes, but there were a few women about too, and a couple of them quite pretty! I looked back up at my wife and found myself comparing her to some of the other women – she still stacked up pretty well; all five foot three of her, dressed in her tight hipster jeans and her little white crochet top that showed off her tanned midriff nicely. I knew she had only put on a couple of extra kilos since I had first met her nearly twenty years earlier – but I reckoned she looked better for it anyway – her tits a nice looking 'C' cup now and her butt more shapely too. The almost perfect hourglass figure, I thought proudly. Yep, she looked fine still. Her long auburn hair was my favourite asset of hers – that and her sparkly blue eyes. No wonder I used to get jealous of her talking to other men! I watched the barman line up three shots in front of Claire as she laughed at something Mick had said to her. The other fellow picked up one of the shot glasses and handed it to my wife, and then picked up one for himself, as did Mick. All three of them thumped the glasses down onto the bar top almost simultaneously and skulled them in an instant. It just had to be good ol' tequila slammers, I thought, something's never change. Mick looked over at me briefly and smiled, then nodded his head and at the same time he winked at me too, in a friendly gesture. I couldn't help it – but I suddenly found myself thinking about Mick's wife again and the age-old guilt I'd been harbouring all these years was upon me instantly! Sighing deeply, I found my mind drifting back to a sorry event that happened over a decade ago. * * * I'd loved my old bike – I'd loved her because she was a bit different – and she went well. I loved riding her almost anywhere and almost anytime. But most of all, I loved to ride her on my own over the hills in the country – around fast corners and step roads where her torque gave me a thrill whenever I opened her up. Brilliant stuff! It was even better when there was a rice-burner or two in the way to blast past – ball-tearing fun at its best! And that was what I was doing that warm summer's afternoon when I had seen the old station wagon in front of me. I could see clearly the driver was a woman with a big mop of curly strawberry-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and blowing out of her open driver's side window. I'd quickly checked ahead and dropped my old girl back a gear and cranked it past the wagon – grinning. But as I drew alongside the car, the driver stuck her arm out and waved more than friendly-like and I glanced in at the woman. Well fuck me, I'd thought instantly as I'd recognised her, it was Kim! I hadn't seen her in around a year since I'd last stayed at Mick's house and here she was driving down a quiet country road – well, except for the occasional noisy motorbike – pretty much miles from her home! I smiled back at her instantly and powered around in front of her car for a bit, but just keeping in front and looking at her in my mirror. I liked Kim – there was just something special about her. She was still waving – and I noticed her indicator go on and she slowed down to pull off the side of the road. So she wanted to say hello hey? I stopped just a few yards in front of her car and put down my stand – switching my bike off at the same time. Getting off my bike and turning to walk back to Kim's car, I watched her open her door and get out. Honestly, she looked about as happy to see me as I was to see her! "Garry!" she exclaimed as we embraced warmly, "Long time no see you bastard, how come you haven't called in for awhile?" I looked down at her fondly – I'd known Kim for nearly as long as her husband Mick. She was one of those people you sometimes just click with – but so was Mick. "I've been around a bit," I said admiring her happy face, "Crikey, it's good to see you, Kim," I said honestly, looking her up and down, "You're looking good." She laughed – reckoned I was just a smooth talker. Leaning against her car bonnet, we had a bit of a chat for awhile catching up. She'd told me she was heading to a girlfriend's place just down the road and asked if I'd like to pop in for a couple of beers. I'd thought about it for a few seconds and then declined graciously, as tempting as it was – you see I'd promised to drop in on my old uncle in the next valley some thirty miles away – my excuse for a burn across the gap road which was all good fun on a warm day. Kim looked a bit disappointed – and then she suggested that I call in maybe on the way back through. Well, I couldn't say no to that too, it would have been downright rude of me. So it was settled – Kim said she'd pick up a few coldies and meet me there later on. It sounded great of course – and I guess alarm bells should have been going off, but I figured it would be okay, as there was going to be other people there too. I watched her draw a rough mud-map of how to get there as she lent over her car bonnet and felt warmness for her in the pit of my stomach – Mick was a lucky man. Well, the ride over the hill to my uncle's was a good as ever – but I was quite distracted – and of course I knew why – Kim! During my ride along one of the straighter stretches of road, I'd remembered one of the first times I had seen her; a friend and I had stopped in at Mick's house one cold foggy night on our way home after a near miss with a bloody great semi-trailer coming towards our bikes on the wrong side of the road. Scared the crap out of us both and discretion being the better part of valour, the incident had us seeking shelter at Mick's not too far away. Well Mick was out of town, wasn't he – not that I had known that before we had arrived, but Kim didn't see a problem with it at all, and as it was pretty late and she was working the next morning she made up a spot for us both to sleep in her lounge on the floor and then bid us an early night – it was well after midnight anyway mind you. I remember feeling someone digging me in the ribs just on sunrise as I slept on the floor snuggled up in a sleeping-bag – a bit annoyed at being woken so early and a bit disorientated at first, I opened my peepers and saw me mate winking at me and pointing out into the kitchen. It was then that I noticed that the central-heating was on and it had warmed up the room nicely. Then I turned to look into the kitchen to see what was so important that I had to be woken up to see – and stared totally gobsmacked! There standing in the small kitchen as the morning light filtered in was Kim – almost completely naked, bar for a very small pair of red-lace knickers! I'd immediately felt guilty for perving on her – but looked a bit longer anyway. She seemed totally oblivious to us in the lounge staring out from under our sleeping bags at her, as she fidgeted around eating a piece of toast and making a cup of tea. For fucks-sake, she looked nice! She had a pair of beautifully firm breasts, with the type of areoles that jut out like little mountains – and her nipples, while not overly large, pointed upward, noticeably hard, but quite delicate looking too. I knew I should not have been looking – but I continued to admire her lovely trim body a moment longer – just before she turned around to face us – fuck, I'd thought we'd been busted! But no, she stood there for a few seconds, brushing off some crumbs from her deliciously-cute tits and then walked into the still-darkened lounge room and out the sliding doors to her bedroom. I'll tell you something for nothing – I could have sworn I could smell her sweet womanly aroma as she passed barely two feet from my head! And it was that beautifully innocent memory (well, sorta innocent) that had stayed with me every time I was near her after that. Yep, that lovely memory kept popping into my head when my uncle was still chatting to me, just as I was putting my helmet on and preparing to head back over the hill. I figured I'd be at Kim's friend's house just on dark. I took it a bit easier over the gap this time, even though I was a bit excited about my rendezvous – I didn't want to slam into a big old wombat crossing the road did I? Something like that can really spoil your day! The old farmhouse was easy to find and Kim and her friend – I forget her name – were standing at the door expectantly. As soon as I'd hoped off my bike, Kim handed me an ice cold beer – I'd felt like royalty! We sat around chin-wagging for awhile – the girls drinking cheap wine, while I polished off a few stubbies. Kim's mate had a couple of rug-rats around five or six – annoying little blighters, always wanting me to toss 'em into the air or swing 'em around the room. Kim seemed to sense me getting a bit tired of them after awhile – and she came out with a solution that floored me at first! She wanted to go for a ride on my old bike! How could I refuse? I used to love taking chicks for rides – my little pillion seat sorta angled toward my back, and with a bit of clever braking, it usually resulted in the passenger pressed up firmly against my back – and their legs wrapped around my waist hanging on for grim life! Kim was no different. I suppose it was the beer, but I went through all my usual antics as I took her for a longish ride in the lovely evening through a tiny little town and out onto a lonely road. Her legs clamping around the sides of my back each time I accelerated or changed gears. No, it was more than the beer – the whole setting was rather intoxicating; the warm air; the almost full moon; the rumble of a powerful motorbike vibrating between our legs – all just a little bit too nice to be alone under the stars cruising along with another man's wife – and a good friend's wife at that! Kim wrapped her arms around me and said she was a bit chilly – she had a pair of jeans on and high-heeled boots, but she only had a tee-shirt on – I had my leather vest on over a tee-shirt and it was starting to cool off a bit I'd noticed. I slowed down and turned the bike around in the middle of nowhere – just a few big old widow-makers lining the side of the road, their limbs casting deep shadows in the bright moonlight, while nearby some cattle in a paddock were bellowing at the disturbance. Sitting there for a few moments, my old bike idling away rhythmically, I'd asked Kim what she wanted to do. She snuggled up against me, and said she didn't want to go back to her friend's just yet, suggesting we go back to the little town and grab a couple of drinks. She thought that maybe we could have a quiet drink by the lookout on the edge of town. Well, it all sounded okay to me for some reason. I knew I liked her a lot – but that was as far as it was going to go. Besides, there had never been any impropriety between the two of us ever – apart from that morning I'd seen her in the kitchen – and the odd friendly kiss that may have lingered just that little bit too long – hey, what can I say? I'm a good kisser – and Kim tasted fine! Well, we picked up a couple of Wild Turkeys at the local bottle-shop after meandering back slowly – the luscious Kim clinging to me for warmth the whole way. Then we headed up to the "lookout" – not much of a lookout really, just a bit of a knoll that had a picnic table and chairs and a small shelter off to one side – a bit like a bus shelter but a bit bigger and with a doorway. I'd turned off my bike just near the table and Kim hopped off – quickly removing her helmet and releasing her wonderful mane of luxurious hair from the band that had held it in a loose ponytail. We opened up the Wild Turkeys and saluted one another before both having a drink – the spirit warming up my belly almost instantly. I was sitting sideways on my bike, admiring her form in the moonlight as she cautiously drank from her bottle – she seemed to be thinking, and she kept looking at me and smiling – sorta friendly like. "I'm still a bit cold," she said to me. "Uh huh," I'd responded, "would ya like me jacket?" I'd asked, chivalrous like. Kim took another mouthful of her drink and shook her head, "It's alright, maybe just a bit of a cuddle?" she suggested innocently. I'll tell ya, it was just innocent – that was right up until she stood up against me and put her arms around me and nuzzled into my neck for a moment – that's when I'd caught a whiff of that beautiful aroma that had wafted through her lounge room all those years before as she had passed by me in her semi-naked form. It just happened. She looked into my eyes with those big doe-like eyes of hers and smiled – and we kissed! By crikey – did we kiss! Like there was no tomorrow! I had thought that I was a good kisser – but for fuck's sake – she was better! Our tongues went mad circling inside each others mouth – exploring – tasting each other. And my cock grew instantly hard as she rubbed herself against me, a leg either side of my thighs. With her arms around the back of my neck – I caressed her slim body from her back, down to her lovely firm bottom – and still we kissed. We certainly seemed to be warming up nicely now! I know I shouldn't have done it – but mysteriously, my hand seemed to find its way under her tee-shirt. At first I just rubbed her bare back – and she said nothing – just kept kissing me. But then, I got a little gamer, and thinking back to the wonderful vision of her bare breasts that morning as she ate her toast, I ran my hand around to her belly and slowly worked up toward her tits. She had a bra on of course – but as soon as I'd touched them, she stopped kissing me! I knew I'd gone too far then. "We can't go all the way...okay?" Kim whispered to me, "Just a feel, okay?" I couldn't believe it! Was it okay? You fucking bet it was! I nodded my head and we went back to kissing – and I felt those wonderful little titties through her bra for a few minutes – kneading them in turn, before I got just that little bit gamer again! Kim said nothing as I slipped my hand around to her back and deftly undid the clasp on her bra – I was a fucking expert at that sorta thing. My god-father, if her breasts looked fantastic – they felt even better in the flesh! Our kissing had become frantic now to say the least – and as I played with her sweet breasts, Kim began to rub her groin against mine almost furiously! Things were fast getting out of hand! Then a light shone on us and we froze for a moment – it was just a car passing, but it had given us a fright at being discovered. I looked over toward the shed not too far away, "Do ya wanna go in there for some privacy?" I'd asked her. Kim looked at the shed; to me; at the car driving away; and back to me again, "You can't screw me...you know that don't you?" she whispered, "Just this sort of stuff...okay?" I was certainly not thinking with my big head anymore – not on your life! I wanted to fuck her for sure! Reason had long gone out the window the moment all the blood had rushed to my little head that now throbbed achingly in my jeans! "Yep, of course Kim, just this sorta thing sweetie, nothing else," I'd said. Well the floor in the old shed was a bit dirty, so I laid my jacket down for her to lie on and got down next to her. Our kissing resumed immediately of course – and I broke away from her lovely soft lips to pull up her tee-shirt – up past her breasts, and looked at them with a yearning admiration. "You can suck on them if you like?" she'd said. Didn't want to disappoint the lady did I? So I lowered my head and took one of the little beauties in my ravenous mouth – for fuck's sake – they tasted even better than they looked, if that was possible! Well, things started to get a little out of hand after that... Kim fumbled around with my belt-buckle as I nuzzled away on her pert titties, and she managed to undo it – and my jeans! Her hand snaked into my jocks and released my aching hard-on, and then she began to stroke me. Fuck it felt good! Not to be outdone – I managed to undo her jeans too – as tight as they were – and slipped my hand down inside her panties, over the short fuzz on her pubic bone, and straight into her hot, and extremely juicy honey pot. Beautiful! "You can't fuck me, Garry, I'll...I'll suck you off if you'd like...would you like that...would that be okay?" she asked, "I'm sorry...you know I'd like to let you fuck me..." she said, rather incredulously! What could I say? Kim lowered her head to my cock without another word – and by Jehovah, could she suck cock! She would have had to have been the best cocksucker I had ever known, then, and since! I have a reasonable sized cock – but she deep-throated me like she was Linda Lovelace herself! I was hers – I must have come in less than two minutes – and she swallowed every drop of it! What a girl! I was fingering her little slit the whole time and I could feel her somewhat abnormally-large clit jut out like a termite mound in the tropics – just begging for attention. Kim finished sucking me off and moved up toward my face again, still playing with my cock. She then told me how she had wanted to do this to me for years – which of course flattered me completely! A Friend's Final Act of Revenge In only a few minutes, and with Kim still pulling me, I felt my cock harden up again – not that it had gone completely soft anyway – and I wanted to fuck her still...go the whole nine yards! Kim said nothing as I got up onto my knees and unzipped each of her long boots and pulled them with some effort from her feet. I had looked down at her pretty face and noticed she looked anxious – but she still said nothing. Her jeans were hard to get off too, but she helped me work them down by lifting her bottom off the dusty floor for a few moments... She just lay there looking sweet and vulnerable as I reached for the band of her partly dislodged panties...Kim lifted her butt again for me, and slowly (don't ask me how; I was now completely beside myself with lust, I can tell you!)....anyway, slowly, very slowly I slipped her tiny knickers down over her smooth hips and down her slim thighs and past her lovely knees. When I was finally near her slender ankles, Kim lifted her feet out of them – one at a time – it was beautiful! But I left her socks on. I knelt there looking down at her stunning body in the filtered moonlight; her breasts bare, and her iron-board flat stomach pale and slim looking, and her exquisite-looking pussy, with its little thatch of short pubic hair glistening like the star of Bethlehem, wow!. "You can't come in me...alright? Come over my belly if you want, but not in me," Kim said frankly. I nodded in acquiescence and moved in between her slowly parting legs as she brought her knees up – the shed was not the most romantic of places to fuck a pretty girl the calibre of Kim of course – but it would have to do. Kim let her knees drop apart from one another and opened up her slim legs, then she reached for my cock and I lowered myself down... "You've got a nice cock, Garry...I hope I'm not too wet for you...I'm not always this juicy," Kim volunteered with a touching modesty, as she guided my penis toward her beckoning slit. I could only describe it as electric! The moment my big fat knob touched her gorgeous, wet labia I felt wonderfully erotic tingling sensations course through my body, and with Kim's pretty little hand holding my slug, she rubbed my cock up and down her slit in preparation, her puffy folds of flesh opening up responsively... ...and I lent forward. It went in just sooo damn easy...not that I'm suggesting for a second that she had a biggish cunt or anything, quite the contrary, but she was just sooo fucking wet her little opening engulfed all of my cock with astonishing ease. "Remember...don't come in me...please...okay?" Kim whispered softly, as she began to rock her hips around. I withdrew partway, and then immediately sunk my length back into her warmth completely again – she let out a small groan, smiling up at me as I rested upon my outstretched arms, while looking down at her angelic face with its cute little dimples and small faded freckles across the bridge of the nose. Her hands reached around behind my bum and pulled me in closer – tilting her pelvis upward as she did so, "Well...you going to fuck me or not?" she suggested, crudely. The feeling of my cock inside of her – finally, after all the long drawn out foreplay, felt completely indescribable already – but then the little vamp began to contract her vaginal muscles with surprising strength! I was in total ecstasy! I had only ever experienced that sort of thing from Claire in the past – and now, here was Mick's wife, Kim, literally milking my shaft with her wonderful, amazingly pleasurable, fabulously delightful...pussy! Having already come in Kim's mouth some fifteen minutes or so earlier, I had really expected to have some stamina for the grand-finale of fucking her on the hard floor – but something told me it wasn't going to be so... I began to fuck her with long, deliberate strokes at first – and with every thrust she responded with a reciprocal pelvic thrust. Still up on my arms and looking down at her, I watched with pleasure as her hard little titties bobbed back and forth like a pair of...well, like a pair of scrumptiously firm breasts! Kim urged me on quite vocally, and began to thrash about beneath me, a bit out of sync every now and then, causing my cock to pop out of her hungry snatch a couple of times. So I lowered myself onto her and picked up the pace a bit. I'll be buggered if she wasn't a complete maddie with a stiff cock in her! It took considerable effort to keep up with her thrashing about as I pumped into her with an almost reckless abandon! And she went off! No more than a couple of minutes into our root, she told me in no uncertain terms that she was coming! I'd wondered for a split second if she was always like it when being fucked – and if Mick's neighbours enjoyed listening to their love-making too! Funny isn't it, but even though I was busily fucking my good friend's wife – a man of which I had a great respect and admiration for – at that moment in time, I did not have one skerrick of guilt or anxiety about it – or concern about any repercussions for what we were doing at that moment! Nup, not a bit! Kim and I were at one making beautiful music, on a lovely evening – as we madly fucked each other silly... It didn't take long, I just knew it, she was probably the wildest piece of arse I'd ever had at that time – not even Claire (whom was my fiancé at the time) came remotely close to ever putting in the effort that Kim was putting in at that moment, as I ground into her! She bit, she scratched, she bucked and humped – and the language! And from a married lady too! Well it all added up to one thing didn't it...I was going to come...damn it, I guessed that barely ten minutes had passed – and I was going to blow already! Kim, the sweet thing, had her legs wrapped around my arse, holding me in tightly – a bit too tightly. She seemed quite oblivious to my pending release (and I even felt a bit embarrassed for not lasting longer), so I did not want to tell her till the last second. Well that was a mistake! I grunted quite loud – and tensed up as you do. Kim looked up at me a bit stupefied at first – but then it dawned on her like a bolt of lightning hitting a church steeple, and quite frantically her long legs were unwrapped from me with instant alarm and she cried out for me not to come in her! I didn't really see what all the fuss was about at the time – crikey, she was a married woman, and which one of them doesn't take some form of contraceptive, hey? Well, I was to learn later which ones don't. It would have been only a bit anyway – just the first spurt or two – I couldn't help it really, for one thing; her legs had been still gripping me when I'd started to ejaculate, and two; it just felt sooo fucking good! But I did what she asked – well sorta – and I pulled my cock out of her steaming hole, and then vigorously masturbated the last spoonful or two of thick cum right where she wanted – right over her creamy flat stomach. Kim looked up at me with a crooked smile on her lips, "You didn't come in me, did you?" I shook my head and reached for her hand, guiding it to her stomach. She felt the gooey mess pooling in her belly button – and thanked me! How's that? I watched her play with my sprog a bit as she rubbed it over her stomach and up onto her tits, leaving a shiny trail four inches wide over her skin. We sat there recovering for a few minutes, sharing the last of her Wild Turkey together and saying very little. It was that uncomfortable post-coital thing you sometimes experience – when you know you may have just done something wrong... And fuck me – had we just done something wrong! The guilt swept over me like a tidal wave (tsunamis these days, it seems) and I wanted to get out of there and get her back to her friend's house as quick as! But Kim was not a lot different to most girls who have just shared something with a man – well, you know, fucked 'em – and she wanted to kiss a bit more, and cuddle a bit more, and fondle each other a bit more too. But I was strong (this time), and even though she was playing with my slowly hardening cock, I said to her we should go – of course she looked upset with me – but for fuck's sake, the guilt inside of me was tripling every minute! I'd just fucked me mate Mick's wife! It still took a bit, but I eventually got her to dress again, and holding hands like new lovers (oh boy!), we headed back up to my faithful old bike again. Yeah, I know, but at least one of us was faithful. When we got back to her friend, what'sa-name's house (frumpy looking thing she was, but she had a good personality), I stuck around sheepishly for about an hour or so, having another beer or two while Kim went in and showered. Now you don't think that would have looked suss to Miss Thingy-me-bob? Anyway, Kim told her she was a bit cold from the ride and it would help her warm up – yeah, right. Miss Personality was no great looker, but she didn't appear to be a fool either – and for Christ's sake, I must have had "guilty" stamped in capitals right across my forehead at the time! She knew. Guilt is a funny thing I'll tell ya, that little hour or two of passion with Mick's wife has stayed with me ever since – not to the same degree of course, but it affected a lot in my life believe it or not – not the least of which was me almost never dropping in to see my old friend as often – to not being able to hold my head up as high when around his other mates too. It was a really nice fuck, of course, quite unforgettable, and with the chemistry between Kim and I, something that was probably bound to happen sooner or later – but I still deeply regretted it. * * * The crack of the balls on the pool table as someone broke brought me back to the present, and I sighed again. I looked around the Clubhouse through my bleary eyes and tried to focus properly – I must have had more to drink than I had thought. Claire was still over by the bar, leaning back against it now, as one of Mick's other mates chatted to her. The young fellow was still there too, quite close to her with his arm around her back – not touching her, just resting on the bar top. My wife looked completely at ease amongst them, but she always did have a thing for bikers, and she laughed and giggled merrily to whatever the men were joking with her about. I sighed again; I wanted to leave, but for some strange reason, I just couldn't seem to get my shit together and make the move. I'd left my mobile phone in our car just down the street, and if I was going to ring a cab I'd have to go and get it – but nup, I just mellowed out a bit more and sunk back into the old couch. Maybe in half an hour we'd go, I'd figured, didn't want to appear rude or anything. Looking around again, I couldn't see Mick anymore, but guessed he'd be about somewhere. I did notice that a few more had left and thought to myself that just maybe Claire and I could just sleep there on the couch or something for a few hours and head off in the morning. Thinking of my wife, I looked back over to her, just as another three shot glasses were set on the bar next to her. The new bloke talking to her, a tall, dark-haired fellow of about thirty, picked up the slammers and passed them around. Claire seemed to hesitate at first, but after a little cajoling, she accepted the glass, and turning around back toward the bar, she slammed it down in unison with the other two either side of her and knocked it back! I had to have a bit of a chuckle at the younger of the two, as he casually placed his arm around her waist. I wondered if I should have gone up there to take possession of my wife again – but quickly discounted it. Nah, the lad would have known who she was, Mick would have told him for sure. No doubt, I was just being a bit possessive like the old days again, something that had not occurred to me in years. I had nothing to worry about with Claire, nothing at all. And although she was still quite attractive, and as I had sorta mentioned before, was still in great shape for a woman of her age, she had not even looked liked straying in the last ten years of our happy marriage. She'd be right – let her have a bit of fun, I thought, as my eyelids began to drop a little. I must have drifted off for a few minutes, I'd guessed, and I felt so relaxed. I forced my eyes open a bit and looked back up at the bar. The three of them were still there, and I just caught the taller fellow glance toward me for a moment. Claire was leaning against the younger one now – I was not too sure if it was for support or what. My mind was unbelievably fuzzy for some reason, which I could not explain, as I'd had no more to drink since the last beer Mick had given me awhile ago. The young fellow still had his arm around my wife – but now his hand was resting on her butt – she didn't seem to mind that either. A little wave of panic rippled through me when I noticed the young one look over my way – and then, what seemed to be quite deliberate, he began to rub Claire's butt in slow circles, all the while as he smiled at me. I felt my heart race a few notches as a jealous pang developed in my stomach. Something was not quite right... I wanted to get up – but I couldn't move properly. I tried to call out, but nothing seemed to come out of my mouth. In horror, I watched as the younger biker brushed her lovely brunette hair away from the side of her face and lent in to nibble at my wife's ear for a few seconds. I waited for Claire to stop him, but she just giggled drunkenly, even allowing her head to be drawn around to face him and letting him brush his lips against hers for a moment. I was spinning; maybe I was just hallucinating or something. But this was no crazy old LSD trip – no, this was somehow different – like being in a dream, or worse, in a nightmare when you are unable to run. Fuck's sake! I couldn't even move! My body felt like lead! The taller fellow had his arm around Claire now, and I watched quite mortified as she let him kiss her too. "Stop it!" I yelled out, "Let her go, you fuck-heads!" But it was all in my head – no words really came out... I fought to keep my eyes open – to be vigilant for my wife's sake. But there was nothing I could do... Claire allowed herself to be turned around and she leant back against the bar – her arms dangling loosely around the neck of the young man. And then he leant in close to her – right up against her, his right hand coursing up from her bare waist, and up under her little crochet top! A glimmer of hope flickered through me when I noticed Claire put her hand on his wrist in an effort to halt his advance... My eyelids kept flickering shut and I felt like I was melting into the worn out old couch – my vision becoming blurrier with every long second... I heard her laugh – the music had softened, or so I had thought. With tremendous will power, I opened my eyes again and focused for a few seconds – my vision becoming crystal clear for just a brief moment or two... Nooo....my confused mind cried – Claire's top had been pulled upward – her black-lace bra exposed to an audience of no less than five men standing around her...she giggled like a drunken schoolgirl when the youngster's hand had snaked around her back for a moment. And even from where I sat, I could see the firmness of her bra containing her breasts fall away from her flesh! The taller one reached under the lace cups and lifted the garment upward – exposing her full breasts instantly! The other men cheered – and my wife squealed......just as the youngster's hand covered one of her breasts! Where the fuck was Mick, I thought to myself in anguish! My last recollection was the horribly disturbing image of Claire letting her head loll back...just as the young biker lowered his face to her chest...and I would have sworn she was telling him to stop it....well that's what it sounded like.... ...and then blackness... * * * I stirred slowly to the sound of traffic outside. My head was thumping something severe; my mouth was extremely dry and my bladder was full. My fucking back ached terribly, too. All the hallmarks of a good night, I thought to myself, as I slowly got my wits together. Before I'd even tried to open my eyes, I'd wondered where I was briefly – feeling quite confused, but then snippets came back to me slowly – that's right, Mick's Clubhouse! I sighed deeply, and with a moderate degree of effort, I opened one of my eyes just a bit. Early morning light filtered in an otherwise darkened room. One or two blokes were asleep on chairs over near the pool table – but that appeared to be it – there was no one else around from what I could gather. I lay there a bit longer, trying to wake up fully. Fuck, I had a mean headache! I desperately needed a piss – followed by a big drink of water. Funny thing looking around a Clubhouse the morning after a big night – all looks so different in the light of day. The place was grubby, furniture old and stained looking – and it reeked of stale cigarette smoke and grog! Empty cans and stubbies littered the place; ashtrays overflowed onto tables and onto the bar, along with an assortment of chip packets and a few pizza boxes. Amazing how much atmosphere a few red lights and good music could do to a shithole like this at night, I thought with a degree of aloofness. I looked at my watch – half eight – not bad for me, bit of a sleep in! I took a deep breath, and with a lot of effort, I raised myself up from the saggy couch – fucking back was caning! The urge to piss suddenly became a priority, and I made a beeline for the toilets near the back door. What a relief! I stood there urinating into the trough for what seemed like five minutes – my head thumping as I tried to piece the night together. Claire must have driven the car back to the motel and left me, I'd guessed. Finishing, my piss, I tucked me old fella back into my jeans after a good shake and turned to wash my hands in the sink. Splashing water onto my face, I looked into the mirror. I looked a wreck. This sorta thing can really age a person, I thought. My eyes looked like the proverbial piss holes in the snow – my pupils unusually pinned like I'd done some drugs or something. I picked up a dirty glass from the bathroom window sill and after a quick rinse, filled it with water and drunk copiously. I was feeling better by the minute. Taking a few deep breaths, I walked back into the bar area – still a little bewildered. Fuck the all-night parties – I was well and truly past it! I walked up to the bar – I needed a caffeine fix and spotting some cans of Coke in the fridge, I helped myself to one, and popped the top. Reaching into my pocket for some change to pay for it, I was surprised to find I still had my car keys. How did Claire get back to the motel, I wondered? Maybe a cab, I thought, or maybe Mick dropped her off. Then I remembered my phone – that's right, I'd left it in the car. I'll give her a call, I thought, as I took another gulp of the Coke. Leaning up against the bar, I looked at some of the paraphernalia that adorned the mirrored shelving along the back wall – the usual sort of stuff; pictures, weird looking spirits bottles, CD's and other bits of trivia. Then I spotted the rack of trophies – not your usual trophies, mind you, nup, biker sorta trophies – women's bras and g-strings! I sniggered at the childishness of it, but certainly remembered being a part of it all once and contributing the occasional special piece myself. One piece stood out – most of the others were dusty with cobwebs over them, relics of past conquests – but there hanging from its shoulder straps was an obvious new addition – an expensive-looking black lace number. It looked nice, and I was tempted to have a better look – maybe it still smelt like its donor? A Friend's Final Act of Revenge Shaking my head, I turned to walk back to the couch I'd slept on, just in case I'd left something there. I'd only walked a couple of steps when I kicked a can on the floor causing me to look down at where I was walking. And then I saw it, lying near the ashtray that ran along the front of the bar near the foot rail – some clothing or something, something white. Putting the can of Coke on the bar, I stooped down to reach for it and picked it up. The light wasn't all that good so I walked nearer the small window a few feet away and held the garment open with both hands. I felt like a shot of adrenalin had been injected straight into my heart! It was my wife's favourite crochet top! What the fuck was going on! I felt a wave of panic wash over me – what the fuck was she doing leaving her fucking good top here? And then I thought of the bra behind the bar! No! Hastily, I raced around to check it out too. It was her size; it was a good French brand that she liked – but that was all only circumstantial – the dead-give-away was the smell – I took a deep whiff...and there was no doubt in my mind now, for nearly twenty years I'd enjoyed her body aroma – it was definitely hers! My heart pounded like an AK-47 going full noise – where the fuck was she? I raced back around to where I'd picked up her top – looking for more evidence, but of course hoping I wouldn't find any. It was like an unbelievable nightmare! I turned looking around the room again... ...and there, over on the floor near the pool table I discovered something else. "The fucking bastards! I'll fucking kill 'em," I swore to myself as I picked up what I thought could be Claire's jeans. A quick check of the pockets erased any doubt I may have had, as I brought out a credit card invoice with her name on it. "Nooo...not my wife!" I cried. I racked my brain as to how this might have happened – but for some reason, most of the night was a blank – apart from a vague recollection of Claire talking to Mick by the bar – Mick and some young punk.... I was having trouble figuring out how I'd gotten so messy...it didn't make sense...I could handle my alcohol quite well...something of which I'd been famous for... I looked at the two men still sleeping on their chairs – and I felt and urge to smash their skulls in. Resisting the urge to go ballistic – and breathing so hard I was almost hyperventilating, I found myself looking at the pool table, thinking the worst. I wasn't fucking stupid! There were no balls or cues on the red felt top – and who didn't leave at least a cue or two on a table after they'd finished a game. Nup, it had been cleared – unlike anywhere else in the room! I did not want to believe it – and standing there shaking like a leaf at what may have happened I looked over to where I'd slept, and there sitting on the small table next to it, amongst the stubbies and glasses, were my wife's high-heeled shoes – side by side as if put there carefully. I did not know how I hadn't noticed them earlier. But where the fuck was she? Quickly, I stormed over and picked up the shoes – then headed over to the darkened hallway that ran up toward the front of the old house and started checking the few doors on either side. The first couple were locked – from the outside – great latches with padlocks on both of them - but the third door wasn't. Cautiously, I turned the old wobbly doorknob and opened the door inwards, almost afraid at what I might discover inside. It was quiet inside, I noticed, too quiet. The room stunk! Far worse than the bar area – the stench of smoke, grog...the pungent aroma of sweaty bodies...and the unmistakable scent of sex wafted out like a miasma to assault my befuddled senses! My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness; I could only barely make out that there appeared to be no furniture in the room at first – but then a breeze wafted in from a tiny, curtained window opposite – no doubt encouraged by the door I now held open. And a sliver of light broke the gloom momentarily. At least four mattresses were spread out on the floor – the place was a fucking pigsty, with bottles and glasses lying everywhere, like there'd been another party going on in there too. The light faded back to darkness as the curtain fell back into place – and I fumbled along the wall for the light switch that surely was there somewhere... Yep, found it, I sighed, my heart doing a millions miles an hour. I flicked the switch down – and a blue-coloured globe hanging from the ceiling cast a feeble glow down over the room.... ....and there she was...my lovely wife for over ten years, and companion for the better part of twenty. Claire was lying on her back with her arms spread out above her head, her hands facing upwards – as if reaching for something no longer there; her long brunette hair splayed out like a halo around her pretty face – she appeared to be in a deep sleep. I looked quickly around the room – bedding was strewn everywhere; old blankets and pillows; sheets and even a few bathroom towels – all of it was dirty and smelly, but no one else appeared to be in there with her – a small mercy I knew, as I looked back down at her... She was quite naked of course – this I had certainly expected, as I now held all of her clothes – with the exception of her lacy g-string that matched for her bra – no, I hadn't found that dainty garment yet...and I could now clearly see my wife was not wearing them still either – admittedly, I was not all that surprised. I watched Claire for a few moments longer as she slept – a feeling of total betrayal at my discovery had me standing there seething in anger, totally frustrated by uselessness at what had obviously happened while I slept in the next room. Not my wife, you bastards, I thought furiously! ....and then I stepped into the room and knelt down next to her. She appeared to be smiling – but I knew it was probably unlikely. I looked up and down her body for signs of injury – and noticed some bite marks on both of her breasts – some of the welts were quite near her unusually swollen nipples; erect no doubt indicating she was possibly cold, I mused. Looking back down her nakedness, over her little pierced bellybutton, and past her thin strip of cropped pubic hair, I could see her legs were askew – one knee bent outwards and the other raised slightly, just off the dirty mattress. A condom dangled loosely from one of her big toes, and I reached over to remove it....fucking thing was used, I noticed with disgust as I tossed it across the room contemptuously. I closed my eyes for a moment, shaking my head in total disbelief – wanting to look further, and then not wanting too. I just had to, didn't I, even though it was pretty fucking obvious what had happened to her – I just had to look? My god – she was a swollen mess. I'd never seen her pussy look so utterly fucked before in all the time we'd been together – and we certainly used to fuck a bit in our younger days! Her normally barely noticeable inner labia were distended, reddened and swollen like I could never have imagined possible! Crusty semen covered parts of her thighs and matted what little pubic hair she did have, and a large wet patch was staining the mattress directly beneath her pussy. Her clitoral hood, with its little golden ring was just as battered looking too. Christ, she'd been done over! But not one mark on her pretty face, luckily. "Claire!" I whispered to her, shaking her shoulder gently, "Claire!" "Mmmm...nooo more...pleassse...nooo more....not now, I'm sore...maybe...maybe later..." "Wake up! Wake up would ya!" I said to her, shaking her a bit firmer "Jus'...lemme sleep would you...come back....later..." she groaned softly. "It's me Claire, Garry, your fuckin' husband!" pangs of jealousy gripping my stomach at her nonchalant responses. I watched as her eyelids flickered open – and she looked up at me with a bewildered look on her face. "You! You...ya bastard...where the heck have you been...you prick?" Claire stammered, still sounding quite drunk, "You know...you know what they did to me?" "Pretty fuckin' obvious, hey, the fuckin' bastards! I've got ya clothes...let's get the fuck out of here!" Claire groaned mournfully and tried to sit up. "We can go to the police, Claire, we'll get the bastards!" I said to her as I slipped her top over her head. "Police!" she exclaimed, looking up at me with a wild look in her eye like I was suggesting something crazy, "Hmmph....you reckon they raped me or something, do ya?" My heart skipped a beat, I didn't understand, of course they would have had to rape her, I thought, and I could certainly tell more than one had fucked her. "Who were the bastards...that young prick that was talking to you at the bar...was he one of them?" I demanded angrily, my jealousy rising like an enraged bull elephant. Claire grabbed her jeans from me and started to slip them on her legs as she sat up properly. "Can...can you get me a drink...a drink of water, please?" she said somewhat subdued. "Well? Was he?" "Does it matter now?" she said, lying down to pull the tight jeans up over her hips. "Claire...of course it fuckin' matters...I wanna know!" "Are you sure?" My heart was pounding worse than before, and I felt horrible bile rising into my throat, "Yes!" Claire shock her head in disbelief, and looked up at me through her bleary eyes, "He was first...yep, he did me first...there...are you happy?" I felt like slapping her, "Oh, fuck's sake....why?" "Can we talk about it later?" she said, almost casually. I looked at her as she stood up on shaky legs and finished doing up her jeans, and then straightened up her top – without her bra on, I could almost clearly see her areoles through the loose knitting of the crocheting and one of her still erect nipples stuck out through a hole provocatively. "Claire!" I growled at her thoughtlessly, as she stepped off the mattress and turned for the door, "Stop for a second..." She stopped and looked at me, wobbling slightly from side to side, "What?" "How many were there? How many of the arseholes fucked you?" She screwed up her nose, "Listen, Garry, I don't think you would wanna know...truly!" My darling wife was obviously still inebriated I figured, but I was totally confused as to why she had apparently let them – for fuck's sake, I didn't think she had a promiscuous bone in her body! "Why?" I heard myself saying, as she walked out the bedroom door. Poking her head back around the corner, she almost sneered at me, "I heard a few stories about you last night...you're not sooo damn innocent you know!" I truly didn't understand it; it was as if I'd done something wrong? I followed Claire out into the bar and watched as she walked over to the pool table – she appeared to be rummaging around in one of the side pockets. And then she looked back at me, and smiled sort of sardonically, as she pulled something out. "Found 'em." Claire held up her little black g-strings for my viewing pleasure before popping them into one of her jeans pockets. "Thought they'd be gone, for sure!" she exclaimed with relief as she wobbled around a bit. I went and got her a big glass of water – which she skulled in one go, and I then poured her another one. She took a little longer with the second one, and we just stood there looking at one another for a few moments, both a bit speechless. It all still felt like a dream – or should I say a fucking nightmare! Without saying another word to each other still, I led her out to our car parked down the street a couple of doors down. The sunlight hurt my eyes at first but I came good in a minute or so – Claire on the other hand, walked with her head bowed and her hands covering her face till we got in the car. "We going to the motel?" she asked me. I looked at my watch, "Checkout in twenty five minutes." "That'll do...I want to get cleaned up a bit, won't be too long." I sighed, and started the car up and headed off toward the motel a few blocks away. Claire looked melancholy all of a sudden and I guessed the stark reality of what had happened was starting to set in – and no doubt the stomach full of water was helping to sober her up a bit too. "Sooo...what happened to me ol' mate, Mick?" I asked her, "Didn't he try and stop them from assaulting you?" Claire laughed; she looked at me and laughed like I was a fucking idiot! "Your old mate?" she laughed again and shook her head several times patronisingly, "Garry, your 'old mate' fucked me last! I can still feel his cum dribbling out of me now!" I felt like an ice pick had been jammed in my chest, "What! I don't believe you; Mick wouldn't do that to me!" She sniggered again, "Don't believe me....it doesn't really matter now you know," she hesitated for several moments, before continuing, "But he did...he wasn't all that good I must admit...too busy telling me a story of someone who once fucked his own wife many years ago to put any real effort in....but it didn't really matter, I'd pretty much had more than I could take anyway." Suddenly it dawned on me what it was all about, and I knew she was telling me the truth – and I looked over to her, just as we pulled into the motel parking lot – suddenly engulfed in my own guilt. "You know you got her pregnant, don't you?" Claire informed me coolly, "Mick knew it wasn't him 'cause he'd had a vasectomy a couple of years earlier, just after their second child. He'd found out quite by accident....found a pregnancy test kit in their bathroom one day when he'd come home early." I sat there totally shell-shocked a second time in less than two hours as I listened to her. "He apparently went off his brain....Kim had no choice in the end but to tell him," she continued, "Your old mate fucking hates you, you know? Said Kim was never the same after it...after the abortion...and her guilt put her down so low she was on anti-depressants for a couple of years....and she put on weight too, she's still quite fat, you know?" Claire picked up the room keys from the console and got out of the car, unlocked the motel door, and hesitated a moment to look back at me for a moment, then went inside. It all made sense now – Mick had setup an act of revenge! My last drink; he'd given it to me with the top already off – he'd dropped a micky in it for sure. Fuck me, talk about holding a grudge! I looked into the motel room – Claire had left the door open and I could see her getting undressed again. I wondered what they must have given her to get her to fuck a few of them. I wasn't up with the drugs they used these days, but I figured it had to be something; my wife just wasn't the type to play around – a bit of harmless flirting yes, but to allow her self to be tossed up – uh aah, not likely. I went into the room and listened to Claire showering, and then picked up the kettle and went into the bathroom to fill it up – a cup of tea before we hit the road for the long drive home was in order, and I knew Claire would want a coffee. After filling the kettle in the hand basin, I turned to look briefly at my pretty wife in the shower still washing herself – and she looked at me silently, while rubbing herself between the legs with a face washer. "Are you going to be alright?" I asked with honest concern. She nodded, "I'll be right...but don't think you'll be having sex with me for awhile...a couple of them had really big cocks you know," she said, smiling lewdly at me. I shook my head in disbelief; never had I dreamt I'd be hearing my wife say something like that to me – not ever! "Really?" "Really!" she nodded smugly, "You bastard!" Just as I was walking back out of the bathroom, Claire piped up again, "Do you wanna hear all the juicy detail, hmmm....what happened to me on the pool table as you slept not more than ten feet from me, hmmm....wouldn't you love to hear all about what they all did to your poor, innocent little wife?" Turning back to her, I noticed her rubbing her breasts in slow circular motions, soaping them up quite sensuously – her long nipples standing out quite noticeably through the bubbles, "Not really, Claire, I think I could imagine it if I tried," I answered her honestly – quite ironic actually, as less than half an hour before I had wanted to know everything! "Well my dear unfaithful, home-wrecking husband...oh yes, and one, not so blessed with what I now know to be pretty much as just an average-sized penis – guess what?" Claire said melodiously, "We'll be in the car for the next two days before we get home....and I'm going to tell you the lot!" she smiled derisively, "Whether you like it or not!" Standing there with my stomach in knots, watching her for a moment longer, I could not but help notice that she seemed to be sexually charged, like nothing I had seen in her for years. She was even smiling at me with a somewhat whimsical look on her face as I watched her, whereas normally she would have been quite annoyed if I'd checked her out in the shower longer than she thought was polite. I was about to leave the bathroom, when she turned around so her back faced me, and I couldn't help but notice that her lovely firm round arse, with its distinct tan lines from the small bikinis she wore, had several red welts crisscrossing her flesh – and a couple of quite obvious bite marks just above her thighs near her cleft. The bastards! "Your butt looks a bit sore," I observed, quite understatedly. Claire looked over her shoulder at me; the shower water was trickling down the centre of her back in small rivulets, where it converged to run between her buttocks. She ran a soapy hand down to her bottom and sniggered, "Hmmm, my dear....it's sore alright....aah haa....and not just on the outside either!" It was quite obvious as to what she was implying, although I found it hard to believe – Claire had never, ever been tempted with anal sex before, well not beyond a finger stuck up there occasionally. No – I think she was playing with me now, and stretching the bounds of truth just a bit too far – yes, that's what I thought. "Have a better look, if you like...." Claire offered smugly, bending over and leaning on the edge of the bath, her posterior jutting outwards toward me just an arms length away, "....do you think it will be alright....hmmm?" I know I should not have humoured her – I know I should not have looked – but of course I did, didn't I? Her legs were slightly apart; her back concaved with a degree of exaggeration made her display look quite prominent. And I looked with a morbid curiosity – her pudendum was still quite swollen and red looking, although her inner folds had started to contract a bit – no great surprises there, I thought, considering. Claire looked back over her shoulder at me, and reached backwards with both hands as she supported herself against the shower wall with her shoulder, and she gripped a cheek of her arse in each hand...then pulled them apart. "Well...do you think it'll be alright....hmmm?" she inquired croakily. My eyes focused with intensity between her cheeks, "It doesn't look too good from here! For fuck's sake, Claire, what in hell were you thinking, you...you...fuckin' slut!" I said to her angrily. My wife's little rosebud was also a reddened mess like her vagina – her sphincter still looked quite relaxed and I could see partway inside her stretched rectum, leaving me in no doubt as to the cause! "I'm a slut? Hmmph..." she snapped back at me, "that's a laugh, you bastard! I've only been a slut for one night....you on the other hand; have been one for most of your rotten life! I think I've got a lot of catching up to do!" she suggested forcefully, as she straightened herself back up.