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Ambushed

By: Tail End Pete



Ok you guys, here is my latest magnus opus. Since I obviously don't do sequels very well, here is the whole story in one lump. No sequels, either. Don't bother asking. Again, I am not a lawyer, cop, mechanic, or any other knowledgeable person. This is a fictional story I made up in my head and then put on paper for your enjoyment. Vote your conscience, but please be consistent. Don't tell me about the greatest story ever and give me a 0. That is just assinine. Stupid too. Ok, I'll shut up. Enjoy.

Introduction: 

Hello. My name is Hal Taylor. This is a story of pain, heartache, betrayal, and personal failure. I'm willing to talk about what happened, because I want to stop somebody else from my mistakes. God knows I would never willingly inflict on another my suffering and shame. 

Chapter 1

I lay on the ground under my truck changing the oil filter, trying to see despite the sweat dripping into my eyes. The last of the oil in the pan was dripping slowly into the disposal box. I was struggling with the stuck filter. I gave a final heave and it spun free from the engine. I dropped it into the box while reaching for the replacement filter. 

I used a few drops of the old oil to lube the gasket and screwed the filter into its resting place. Cleaning off the plug, I screwed it back into the pan then checked for leaks. Finding none, I crawled out and stood up. Stretching to relieve the cramping in my shoulders, I looked around for a moment before opening the first oil can and putting it into the fill pipe. Leaving it to empty, I picked up the disposal box with its wet contents and knotted the plastic liner to prevent leaks. 

The garage where I work has an oil recycling contract and I'll take what I have tomorrow when I go to work. The owner, a pretty good mechanic named Marty, is easy going and gives us a lot of leeway. The other guy, Rick, also drives the tow truck for Marty. 

I have a thermometer on the outside wall of my garage and I glanced at it before switching out oil cans. Eighty five degrees in the shade is not a good time to be working on an engine I know, but I've been putting it off too long. Besides, I like the feeling I get when I'm working with my tools or on the truck; more in touch with the really basic things in life. I finished the job, cleaning as I went, then went inside for a shower and lunch. 

I sat at the kitchen table eating a sandwich and drinking coffee. I had rented a one bedroom townhouse. It is clean and came furnished with just the basics; bed, dresser, table and chairs, tv on a stand, etc. I don't have pictures on the walls. I don't have knick knacks or any other personal touches. I hadn't brought anything with me that night and didn't want to acquire any more. All the pictures I could stand were burned into my memory.

My apartment is on the end of a group of four in this building which means I have neighbors only on one side. Each unit has its own garage with a small storage shed in front. Postage stamp sized lawns in the front and back and a tree or two between the buildings comprise the landscaping. This neighborhood is decidedly lower middle class, mostly tradesmen and small business owners. No upper management types live here, and prices are just out of reach for the minimum wage workers. 

'It's been good enough for the last five years now,' I reflected. 'Where does the time go?' Shaking my head, I swept the crumbs into the trash can and wiped the table and counter with a moist sponge. 

This is my day off and I have accomplished today's 'honey do' list, I just don't have a honey. I pulled my mind back from that very touchy subject. Over five years now and the pain was still there, almost as raw as the night my world collapsed and left my soul screaming in the void. Unbidden, my eyes overflowed with tears and they tracked over my cheeks until I quickly brushed them away. 

Forcing my mind away from the pain, I went out to the truck and drove to the local multiplex theater. This was my routine. Do chores in the morning on my days off, then hide in a dark theater the rest of the day. Unless you counted the folks who have to narrate the action to their partners, I didn't have to worry about talking. Today, though, for some reason I couldn't blank my mind. I kept coming back to the past … and her… and him. What they deliberately did to me and how I couldn't stop it. 

I felt someone tap me in the back and hiss to be quiet. Oh. That strange noise was from me, the moaning of unending pain. Now embarrassed at my public outburst, I left the dark theater and went into the men's room. Public restrooms at multiplex theaters were either packed full or totally empty, depending on when the various films ended. Right now, it was empty. I went to the sinks and splashed cold water on my face. 

I dried off and left for the day. I didn't want to disturb anyone else. I would get an early dinner at a quiet diner I knew, then home for a little tv before bed. Finally, I noticed that the news was off, but I couldn't go to bed. I couldn't stop dredging up the painful memories of that night. 

I acquiesced to the moment, knowing I wouldn't get any sleep until I went over the sequence of events one more time. With a noise which seemingly emanated from the bottom of the empty void in the center of my soul, I went back to that time in my mind. That time before I was gutted and flayed, then thrown onto the garbage heap of life.

Chapter 2

I was born and raised in a small town in Wisconsin until I was seven years old. My dad changed jobs and his new company moved him to a town in Colorado where he took over as a plant manager. It was the last week of summer vacation and everyone's life was in a turmoil. 

You know, getting moved into a new house, finding directions to the stores and the mall, and starting new schools for me and my older brother Mark. It was during that second week of school that the angel of my life came into my life: Claire Masters. She had straight brown hair and deep brown eyes and was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. And she lived right next door. 

It took me a long time to understand the word divorce. It meant Claire spent summers someplace with her dad and then she spent the school year with her mother. I only knew that the summer break I had once looked forward to wasn't any fun because she wasn't there. 

For all practical purposes, we started going together from the first day we met at school. It seemed we were destined to be together. Grade school was a carefree time of sharing. We talked about everything because we were best friends. 

During junior high school, we helped each other with the trials and tribulations of puberty and hormones. We occasionally went to dances or movies with others and each of us had fumbled around with our dates, but we always came back to each other. The experiences we had with others were relatively sterile and we discovered that we had wanted to be somewhere else. It was love at its most basic, the magic that put a special glow on everything we touched. 

High school was everything that junior high hadn't been, primarily because we recognized the futility of trying for a relationship with someone else. We graduated high school in May. We married in June. We were both virgins. We'd had our chances, but it was one of those agreements we'd made without ever knowing we had agreed. 

Claire's dad gave her a used blue Chevy four door sedan in good running condition as a graduation present and I had my Ford pickup. Well, my pickup now. Mark bought it when he was turning sixteen. He delivered newspapers, did odd jobs, and cleaned up at a convenience store earning the money to pay for it. Mark drove Claire and me to school until he graduated.

Mark's school grades were good enough to earn him a scholarship to Batesville community college. He found the love of his life named Marie Huddleston at the school. She was in the dental hygienist course, he was in the computer networking course, and both were located in the same building. Marie's dad was an executive with the manufacturing plant in the town's industrial park and he bought Marie a new car for a graduation present. As I said, Mark gave his truck to me and I took over driving Claire to school. When Claire received her car, we used it for going to church or other places together. 

We soon found good jobs and a nice two bedroom apartment near the college in Batesville. Life was good. My job was working in the parts department of Mr. Baker's car dealership while Claire went to work as a teller in a local bank. 

Three years after we married, we started thinking about having a family. We'd been saving our money for a down payment on a house and had a fairly substantial amount in a couple of CD's. 

I worked from 8:30 until 5 every day .I dropped Claire off at the bank at 8:15. She worked from 8:30 to 5:30. She had an hour for lunch while I had 30 minutes. Mr. Baker's dealership where I worked was family owned and the employees were part of the extended family. Mr. Baker hosted a Christmas party every year at the VFW hall and a cook out each summer at the local lake. Everything was casual. If you didn't want to go, no problem. See you at work. No one could remember the last time somebody hadn't attended. Everyone had too much fun. 

That same year we were invited to the bank's Christmas party. The bank didn't host a summertime cook out. Mr. Earl Short, the bank's president, hosted the function at his home. Formal attire, RSVPs, starts at 7pm sharp and ends at 10pm sharp. It was a lot like prom in high school. I liked it because I was able to wear my Sunday suit on a week night. Claire had some really nice dresses and some jewelry pieces she'd received as presents. It helped that she was a knock out when she dressed up. Of course, I thought she was a knock out all the time, even in ratty clothes. 

Over time, we discovered that the party was usually rather stiff at the beginning, but as the alcohol flowed people loosened up and eventually some would start to dance. Claire was always a favorite to dance with, but she always danced the first and last dance with me. We'd started with that tradition in high school and it seemed that everyone knew and honored it. It made me so proud to know that I brought the most beautiful girl to the party, danced with her, and took her home at the end of the evening. 

Then Satan arrived in Eden and his name was Steve Bennett. 

Thirty years old with blond hair and jade green eyes, he had played linebacker in college and was still fit at 6'3" and 225 pounds. His hair was never out of place, his tan was perfect, and the glare from his smile would put out an eye at 10 paces. Yes, he smiled a lot. He was also the new VP in Charge of Commercial Loans at Claire's bank. 

Of course he was married. His wife, Ellen, was a petite redhead just a foot shorter than Steve and had all the right curves, plus an extra one in the front. He was the jock and she was the trophy. He was at work and she was at home getting ready for the baby. 

Claire and I discussed our workdays in the afternoon before we ate dinner, and I found her characterizations of him as the jock and his wife as the trophy interesting. I hadn't noticed that she labeled people before, so I asked her about it. She shrugged it off as being Morgana's comment and that she had found it apt. Morgana Jones was the head teller and Claire was the senior teller after her. Claire said that Mr. Short had introduced Steve to everyone at a morning meeting. 

After he was settled in his office, he made a point of wandering about the bank for a day, watching how people worked with each other and the customers. If someone wasn't busy, he started a short chit chat with them as a way of introducing himself to the staff. He also chatted up some of the customers if they had time. 

Over the first few weeks he was at the bank, he developed a rather close friendship with the other two vice presidents. Terry Harris was the Mortgage Loan Officer and Ken Smythe handled the administrative details for the bank, including personnel. They were all about the same age and had soon discovered a lot that they had in common. I still have trouble putting a face with the name. 

Because of the differences in our work and employers, we started to separate some of the activities at work. It wasn't that the activity or gossip was that unimportant, it was more of a 'you had to be there' feeling. You know, like having to first explain a joke and then its punch line. Consequently, neither Claire nor I noticed a gradual shifting in our conversations in which we didn't discuss various aspects of our lives. 

In hindsight, our problems became jarringly evident when the dealership underwent an unexpected inventory and audit. That happened to be at the same time the bank started having monthly parties after work on Fridays. Yes, they were Steve's idea. I don't know whether Mr. Short knew what was going on and approved or if Steve simply ran the old end around. You know, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. 

Our audit started on a Thursday when a corporate inventory team arrived. The auto company which granted the franchise to Mr. Baker had a contractual right to inventory or audit at their discretion and without advance notice. Each of us had full confidence in our areas and we maintained a relaxed atmosphere. The audit team split up when they arrived with one section examining the office paperwork while the other section conduced an inventory of stock and parts on hand. When they arrived, Mr. Baker warned us that everyone would be staying until the audit team completed their business. We were a team at work. Besides taking care of specific particular areas, we all chipped in to help any one who needed assistance. 

Towards the end of the day when it looked like I was going to be kept late, I made a point to call the bank and alert Claire. I didn't want to disturb Claire while she was working, so I asked Morgana to give her the message for me. We finally completed the inventory between six and six thirty after which everyone went home. 

I drove by the bank just to make sure Claire wasn't still waiting for me. I didn't see anyone on my way home. Claire was waiting for me in the kitchen with dinner almost ready. We talked about the inventory team and work as usual. What I neglected to ask was how she got home, and she didn't volunteer the information. 

The next day the inventory team was busily working in the office area when I arrived. I had everything ready for business when Mr. Baker called and asked me to come to his office. I left Stewart, my part time helper, to run things while I was busy. The team had just found an apparent $53,000 error between parts on hand, parts sold, and parts ordered. It took most of the day for me to find the problem. Duplicate copies of some orders had been retained in the files instead of being destroyed when the parts arrived. Mr. Baker was extremely happy to find it was a paperwork error and no one was a thief. 

Stewart came into the office saying, "Hal, I shut down the computer and closed the area for the night. If you don't have anything else for me, I'd like to go home now."

"Thanks, Stewart," I replied. "I've got to pick up Claire at work. Oh, no. I forgot to call her and tell her I'd be late. I'm dead meat now."

"You go on ahead Hal," Mr. Baker said. "We have this all wrapped up here and you need to get home. Hope she's not mad all weekend."

"Thanks," I said as I turned to the door. Looking at the clock by the door as I left, I noted it was 5:15. 'Good,' I thought. 'I won't be too late to pick up Claire.' That made me happy as I got into my truck. 

I drove to the rear of the bank, looking for Claire in her usual place. She wasn't there. I got out and walked to the door, but no one was inside. The bank was closed. I checked the doors, but no one had put a sign up stating they would be closed early. It was 5:35 according to my watch and a clock on the wall I could see from the door. The bank closed at 5:30, but the drive thru was open until 7:00pm. It was also closed for the day.

'Holy shit,' I thought. 'I wonder how everyone got away so quickly?' After pondering the question for a couple of minutes, I decided to go on home. I decided I would take her out on the town tonight as a way to apologize. We hadn't done anything together for awhile and I wanted to show my love a good time. 

I arrived home at 5:45, just half an hour since I left work. Claire's car was in its usual spot. The apartment was silent and Claire wasn't home. I went to the answering machine to check messages, but no one had called. I went through the apartment, room by room, looking for a note from her. Nothing. 'What the hell,' I thought. 'This isn't like her. Where could she be?'

I stripped and took a shower, then changed into a nice shirt and pair of slacks. I moved into the living room and sat in my recliner to wait for her to arrive home. Finally, I turned on the television and stared at it for awhile. I tired of listening to my stomach grumble, so I went to the kitchen and fixed a sandwich and nuked a bowl of soup. I ate, cleaned up, and went back to watching television. 

The news had just gone off and Letterman was starting when a car's headlights flashed through the windows. A car pulled up out front and I heard laughing and then a loud good night as a door slammed. The car drove off and a moment later Claire walked into the front room. She was drunk on her ass, reeling and staggering through the front door. She paused a moment to get her bearings, then she went into the bedroom. I followed her, waiting for her to say something. Hell, even hello. She walked to the bed and turned to sit on the edge. As soon as she sat down, she collapsed backwards onto the bed. She'd passed out without saying a word and I was pissed. 

'Well, at least she didn't land on the floor,' I thought. I stood looking at the woman I loved and wondered just what the hell was going on. We had gotten drunk together a few times, but the definitive word was 'we'. Well, it was pretty obvious at this point I wouldn't be getting any information. 

With a heavy sigh to myself, I moved to put her to bed. I stripped her out of her clothes, pulled the blankets back, and slid her into the bed, naked. I went back out to watch Letterman. Finally, I turned off the tv and went to the bedroom and stripped. Claire was snoring and had flopped around on the bed. She hadn't puked on the bed, but she reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol. 'Screw this,' I thought as I grabbed a blanket and went out to sleep on the couch.

I awoke the next morning rather grumpy. I lay still for a few minutes, then got up. I folded the blanket and put it back in the closet. I went through my morning routine, then grabbed my robe and went outside and retrieved the paper. Then I went to the kitchen. I had coffee going and eggs cooking when she finally came into the room and sat at the table. I ignored her. I scraped the eggs onto my plate along with my bacon. Turning, I set the plate and my coffee cup on the table, then started eating while looking at the paper. 

"Don't I even get a good morning?" Claire huffed. 

I looked up from the paper while I was chewing. She looked like shit with bags under her eyes and she hadn't cleaned her smeared makeup. She still reeked.

I swallowed my egg, I sipped my coffee, then looked into her eyes and said, "Good morning. You need a shower." I forked some more food into my mouth and went back to the paper. 

I finished eating, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher for later. I cleaned up my mess and went to the bedroom. I decided to wear the clothes I had changed into last night. Couldn't really get dirty sitting in a recliner watching the tv, after all. I moved to the sofa to put my shoes on. I'd left them where I had taken them off the night before. 


Ambushed



I met Tom online. We chatted a lot about sex of course and other things, I felt I really got to know him and so I trusted him. He was a 58 year old businessman from the east coast who traveled a lot. After a couple of months of chatting about our kinky desires and other things he asked if I wanted to meet him in Miami for the weekend, he'd fly me out, he had a business meeting.

I thought about it and agreed, after all, I knew him right? Wrong. He picked me up at the airport that afternoon, a fat balding old guy, just like his pictures. He was nice enough and seemed truly amazed that I was as attractive as my pictures, and even more amazed that I'd actually showed up. We made small talk as we waited for my bag to come down with the other passenger's luggage. He seemed tame enough. He had told me what a great time we'd have, he'd show me around and we'd have fun.

I was under no illusions of course, I knew he was going to fuck me, he had paid my way out and it was the situation that excited me, not him really though he seemed nice enough. We drove to the hotel and checked into a room. He seemed the perfect gentleman, letting me shower and get ready to go out to dinner, with no interruptions of the sexual kind. I got ready while he sat on the bed and watched TV. When I was done he had his turn.

We went to a nice restaurant in town and he really gave me the five star treatment. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and couldn't take his eyes off my chest which kind of excited me. I wondered what was in store for me later that night, he seemed pretty tame. We went out to a few clubs and had drinks here and there, he got a little drunk but I didn't. We met up with a couple of his buddies, Dale and Jack, that were in town for the same meeting and they seemed ok, same as him, old, fat, and bald.

I did sense something was up though, there seemed to be a private joke among them, not rude, but a "knowing", a vibe. None of it made sense until later. It was finally pretty late and we headed back to the room, parting with his friends. Tom was all hands now of course and I kept brushing him off and telling him to wait. We got back to the room and he ordered some wine from downstairs. He told me he had a present for me and handed me a sheer lingerie nighty. I really wasn't in the mood I can tell you, he seemed rather lame and boring, but he had brought me out here and he was kind of drunk and I didn't want to piss him off. I figured he'd fuck me and go to sleep.

So I went to the bathroom to change. I heard room service come with the wine as I unfolded the lingerie and saw it for the first time. It certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. It consisted of a bra with no cups, black crotchless panties, and sheer see thru black top that went over everything. Oh well I figured, lets get this over with. I stripped out of my dress and put it on. I had to admit that the outfit turned me on. The bra had no cups and only held my big naked breasts at attention, showing off my silver dollar sized nipples. Maybe we could make this fun after all I thought as I turned in the mirror to get a side view, my big breasts swaying under the fabric. My big nipples hardened and swelled in anticipation, standing straight out from the fabric. I was horny after all.

I came out of the bathroom and Tom was propped up on the bed, with a glass of wine. He whistled and complimented me, asking me to turn around, I did and he sucked in his breath, whistling again. He jumped up and went over to the table and began pouring me a glass of wine, never taking his eyes off me. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen he said as he poured the wine. He seemed to be taking his time, which seemed odd to me; I figured he'd be all over me. He handed me the wine and took me by the hand and led me to the sofa. Let's sit and have a drink first he said.

So there I sat, on the sofa practically naked, facing the door, when I heard a key in the lock and the door opened and his two buddies Dale and Jack walked in. My first reaction was to jump up and head for the bed, to get some cover, Tom put his arm out and gently sat me back down, relax he said. I at first though they had come for a visit at the wrong time, you know drunk guys. But why would they have a key to the fucking door. I asked Tom what the fuck was going on. Dale answered and told me to relax as he sat in one of the chairs and Jack just smiled and tried to reassure me that everything was fine, they all did. I was clearly nervous and had my arms over my naked breasts and my legs crossed. I was shaking a little and Tom laughed it off and said not to worry, everything would be fine, I was among friends, we were all just having some drinks and he wanted to show me off.

I was not impressed, one guy, ok, three guys, no fucking way. Let me get dressed then I said and went to get up, Jack blocked the way and gently pushed me back on the sofa. I was surrounded by them, though they were sitting, there was no getting away. This isn't going to happen guys I said. Nothings happening they reassured me. They kept telling me to flaunt it, not to hide my body; they said they knew I wasn't shy, Tom had told them. They moved closer as they sat there and drank, pulling their chairs closer in, leaning in further when they talked, touching my arms, laughing and trying to lighten the mood. My stomach had butterflies, I've been in some hairy situations with men, and liked some of them, but not three complete strangers.

There was no way I was getting out of there and I knew it, they were going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not. I guzzled my wine nervously as they talked some business and tried to include me in the conversation, I was shaking a bit and Tom poured me another glass of wine. It's funny how I had fantasized about this exact situation so many times and now here I was and didn't know how to handle it.

It suddenly dawned on me that no one knew where I was and these guys could kill me and no one would ever know. I was scared. Their eyes were devouring me.

I was light headed from the wine and trying to think my way out of this situation. Tom was my only way back home and I had nowhere I could run to anyway. I reasoned that if I gave them what they wanted they would let me go, I'd need more wine. Tom poured it and I drank it. Tom told them how we met and what a kinky little thing I was to their delight. It turns out he had told them everything we had discussed sexually, a lot of deep dark shit.

I guzzled my wine and got ready for whatever was coming next. There was an awkward silence, Jack leaned forward in his chair and told me to show him my tits. Another silence, the other guys started laughing. I didn't want him to get pissed off, he looked like he was getting there, I uncrossed my arms, I was practically naked already. They all commented and Jack made his move over to the sofa, I was stuck between him and Tom.

Dale took Jacks chair and moved up closer, I was surrounded by the three of them in this little see through lingerie outfit. I could feel and smell Jacks boozy breathe; he was excited, as were the other guys. The room went silent and he reached over and took one of my breasts in his big hand, I didn't move, the other two watched intently, he was the leader it seemed. He squeezed and kneaded it, pinching my nipple hard through the see through fabric. I winced and shifted slightly. Jack began massaging both breasts now, breathing heavy, and working my big nipples firmly through the fabric as I just sat there, getting wet against my will. He said Tom had told them all about my sensitive nipples, that they were my weak spot.

My body twitched and I let out a gasp as he pulled on my swelling nipples, releasing them and then doing it again. The other two just watched as he worked my body, the only sound was his heavy breathing and my gasps. Jack only stopped long enough to pull the top over my head and off of me in one motion, the only thing on me now were crotchless panties and a bra with no cups, I was naked and bare before these three hungry men, and scared.

Jack stood up suddenly and began undoing his belt, he nodded to Dale and Tom and they followed suit excitedly, wasting no time. The three of them stripped down and I was surrounded by three flabby naked old guys with raging hardons. Jack and Tom had big cocks, Dale was average, I didn't know what to do, I just sat there, what could I do, and there was nowhere to run.

Jack turned, his big cock pointing at me, and told me to get on the bed. I was scared but my body was excited, I was soaking wet and my nipples were so swollen they ached. How many times had I dreamed a similar scenario, and here I was, no way out, I would have to go with it.

I stood up and remember how soft the carpet was on my bare feet as I walked to the bed, nude except for these little panties with no crotch. My labia and clit were swollen and puffy and the men commented on it laughing, watching me, one of them saying he loved my big nippled tits, making me blush.

I got onto the bed as I was told, lying on my side with my legs crossed, looking at them. They were all standing at the foot of the bed watching me, their hard cocks pointing at me. Jack told me everything would be fine, just let them have some fun with me that night and they would let me go in the morning, Tom would drive me to the airport.

Tom went to his duffel bag and pulled something out and threw it on the bed, it was a big flesh colored dildo. Jack ordered me to fuck myself with it while they watched. They brought chairs around the bed as I propped myself up with some pillows, lying back I pulled my knees up and spread my legs as they all watched.

The dildo was big but soft. I closed my eyes and began rubbing it up and down my wet slit, moving my hips slowly, gasping as I forced the head into me, then out again, I was a little self conscious so I kept my eyes closed. I had one arm underneath my big breasts to hold them together. Dale commented in a whisper that he couldn't get over the nipples on me, they all laughed. Jack told me to play with my nipples. I took turns pinching them and pulling them while I fucked myself with the dildo. My breath was coming in short gasps and my body was shaking as I moved closer to orgasm. I was going to cum while these three assholes watched.

Jack told me to stop. He was rolling a condom onto his big dick when I opened my eyes. In an instant he was on the bed. He grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders and began rubbing his big cock up and down my puffy slit. He let his cock go and reached around grabbing my nipples, he pulled them gently at first, causing me to writhe under him. I was in another place; my body was on fire as I whimpered under his smiling gaze. Tom and Dale cheered him on, telling him to fuck me. He moved his hips slowly, sliding his big condom covered cock between my swollen lips while his hands worked my breasts. He did this for a minute or so, pulling my aching nipples and then releasing them as my breath came in short gasps. He kept taunting me in a whisper, telling me that Tom told him everything, that he knew what I wanted and needed, that I wanted to be punished sexually by strange men, to have my big sensitive nipples pinched, he was one weird guy.

I can't remember what the other two were saying, I was far away, my body being manipulated to the most intense pleasure I have ever felt, by a stranger.... Jack told me to say I wanted him to fuck me, that I wanted all of them to fuck me. I said it between gasps. Suddenly he thrust into me hard, causing me to scream. He was on his knees holding me by the ankles now, pounding me, the whole bed was moving, my big breasts bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts. He reached down and pinched my nipples hard as I came screaming on his cock. My orgasm rocked my whole body as I sobbed, unable to say anything. I twitched and jerked under him as he grunted and came shortly after through clenched teeth, telling me I was a slut. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, not moving. The other two were cheering and laughing, asking Jack if he was ok and laughing again.I was on the verge of passing out, tears were streaming down my face my orgasm was that intense.

Jack got off the bed and stood at the foot smiling. His bad comb over had come loose on his head and was sweaty and hanging in his face as he grinned. The other two laughed, Tom pointed to his own hard on and told me it would be a long night. I lay there still breathing heavy, weak and unable to move. Tom went into his duffel bag and threw something on the bed, it was lube, I was going to get my ass fucked I was told.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and asked for a drink. Dale brought me my wine and I sat there sipping for a few moments while they talked and gave me some time to rest. Jack was over sitting on the sofa, he held up his used condom and told me I had done that, that he hadn't produced a load like that in years, they all laughed.

After a bit Tom told me that the rest period was over, I assumed it was his turn until both he and Dale started putting their condoms on. They informed me that they were both going to fuck me, which one did I want in my ass, then they laughed. 

They made their way over to the bed. I was still sitting on the edge, weak and trembling. Tom propped himself up in my spot and told me to get on, I was going for a ride. I'd never been with two guys at once but what could I do. I straddled him as he grabbed my big breasts and smiled. I slowly lowered myself onto his big cock as he played with my still hard nipples. I was still soaking wet and had no problem taking him inside me right until he touched my womb. He told me to lean forward and wait for Dale. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt something cold and greasy on my asshole; Dale lubed me up gently, sticking his finger in my ass, telling me what a nice asshole I had as Jack laughed from the sofa. I felt Dale's warm hands on my hips as he entered me, it hurt at first but the lube really helped.

So there I was, being fucked by two guys while Jack watched from the sofa. I rode Toms dick slowly while Dale fucked my ass. I was incredibly turned on; my whole body was full of men. I gasped with each thrust from the both of them. Tom held onto my big breasts as I rode him and Dale onto my hips fucking my ass. I was approaching orgasm again as I began moaning louder, telling them to please fuck me. Tom was groaning and began abusing my poor nipples, pinching as hard as he could and twisting, telling me I was a bad girl. I cried out in pain and pleasure as these two perverts fucked me and Jack cheered them on.

Dale started pounding away at my ass and groaning that he was going to cum. I could feel both their dicks were almost touching inside of me, except for a thin wall between them. Suddenly I screamed and came as their cocks moved in and out of me. Tom twisted my big nipples hard and said "That's my girl" as I bucked and screamed, gasping, trying to catch my breath. As my orgasm subsided I still twitched with each thrust, lying on top of Tom, not able to hold myself up. Dale pounded furiously in the last seconds and then cried out as he came in my ass. Dale withdrew and crawled off the bed breathing hard. Tom wasn't done so he stopped me and got me on my tummy and fucked my pussy from behind until, tiny what seemed like microrgasms made me twitch with each thrust of his big cock until he grunted and came too, lying on top of me, twitching, breathing heavy. We lay like that for awhile.

I spent the remainder of the night doing other things with them. I sucked Jack off, no pun intended, and swallowed his cum. Dale splattered my breasts with his semen, and in my damn hair I might add. Tom continued to fuck me on the bed long after those two fell asleep and I could no longer move. I just lay there whimpering and having my little microrgasms under his relentless thrusting until the sun came up, he came twice more.

Tom drove me to the airport later that day as he had promised. I do blame them and I blame me. I did cum several times but would never put myself in that position again. I came out unscathed, except for sore nipples and two sore holes. 



Ambushed



"Isn't she an absolute stunner?" Kevin had exclaimed to nobody in particular. His beer was in danger of spilling as he staggered to the side in an attempt to get a better view. He was trying to see if one or both ample breasts would spring out as Suzanne bopped energetically on the dance floor just metres away. Emily looked at him ogling their guest in disgust. In six years of marriage, especially in his drunkest moments, her lousy husband had never been able to keep his comments on any pretty girl's looks to himself. 

Behind him, Emily decided to say nothing though. After all, he had unknowingly echoed her own thoughts barely seconds ago. Her own eyes too had been trained on the well-toned muscles of Suzanne's long bare legs and arms as she danced about. There was poetry in the way her hands moved through the air, sensually roamed her body, or ran through her long tawny hair. Occasionally, the dim lights would highlight a raw, uninhibited expression on the breathtakingly lovely face while she shook her carefree head about. 

Over Kevin's shoulder, she watched Suzanne take hold of the waist of the latest girl she was currently on the floor with and spoon her long body into her back as they danced. Without missing a beat, they kept dancing as though united, dazzling nearly every onlooker. 

This had all started as a quiet night out, meant to welcome the new girl to the big city. They had arrived at the club with Suzanne three hours ago for a nice meal at the bistro. She had agreed to stay overnight with them before she and Emily caught their early flight tomorrow. At the end of the meal, Suzanne had suggested that they stay for a while and mingle with the Saturday night dance crowd in the adjoining auditorium. Having danced both husband and wife to a state of exhaustion, she had spent the past half hour dancing with a variety of attractive male and female partners on the dance floor while her hosts and an increasing band of admirers appreciatively watched on. 

"She has a fantastic figure, all right," a fascinated Emily muttered, deliberately hiding her words in the noise of the house band. 

"Had Beth ever worked with her before?" Kevin quizzed loudly back, beer waving about. Collar undone and tie askew, he was beginning to slur and look decidedly grubby.

"Nope. She heard about her through another photographer," Emily leaned forward and half-shouted in his ear, exchanging another lingering smile with the impetuous girl.

"She may be eight years younger, but you two seem to get on like a house on fire," he yelled into her ear. 

He may be drunk, she thought, but he wasn't blind. And his observation was all the more amazing considering the two young women had met for the first time yesterday when Suzanne came in to audition at the last minute with Beth for the Hamilton Island campaign.

Unsteady, Kevin leered at the oblivious Suzanne. "Jeez, I'd love to have her naked in bed with me tonight," came his loud uncouth comment. "She's hot."

"Kevin, think about me. You're in public!" Emily's fiercely indignant response flew back. 

"You look hot too in that dress, you know," he stammered, turning and groggily offering his usual lame attempt at an apology.

She looked down her front. The dress was Suzanne's choice. She had seen what Emily was originally going to wear on her bed, dragged her back into her wardrobe and made her swap it for the proverbial little black dress. One that hadn't seen the light of day for quite a few years. 

As Beth's assistant photographer, she and Suzanne would be landing at noon tomorrow on Hamilton Island to liaise with Beth and the other crew already there for the shoot. Having got on so well over dinner tonight, she and Suzanne had enthusiastically agreed to share a cabana together near the beach and Emily had sent a text to Beth.

Only yesterday morning, she had been laying out Suzanne's portfolio on the large table as Beth interviewed her nearby. Idly flicking through, what had captured her imagination was a two-girl series at the very end. In it, Suzanne was dressed in a short, loosely tied royal blue bath robe that accentuated her figure and legs, rich red lipstick on her lips. 

The other girl in the brief two piece outfit was very pretty too. A certain timid look on her face though told Emily this was probably her first time in lingerie in front of a camera.

The initial photos were a few head and shoulder shots with Suzanne's face just behind the other girl's neck, hand cupping her shoulder, whispering into her ear, seemingly trying to get her to relax. Then followed a couple of shots of her nibbling on the girl's lobe and them both laughing. 

In the next two pages they had progressed to upper body shots with Suzanne still pressed up against her back, her lips nuzzling the girl's long neck and tongue playfully licking her ear. The laughing evident on both faces suggesting Suzanne was alternately teasing, joking, assuring, imploring, or flattering her partner. 

There was a look of anxiety on the girl's face in the last few shots however, glancing back as though things were getting a little out of hand. The cause didn't seem to be Suzanne's lips burying into the side of her long neck. It seemed more linked to two sets of presumptuous fingertips lowering her pink boob-tube top. Her shapely breasts bared, the girl's eyes were looking back across her shoulder into Suzanne's eyes, pleading. Within two shots though, the fright was evaporating, replaced by a look of submission as the deep neck kissing persisted. The final front-on shots showed almost a look of mesmerised enjoyment with the girl standing before Suzanne front-on, eyes closed. She was now oblivious to the photographer, the one visible nipple urgently stretched out as Suzanne's long tongue swiped up the canyon between her young breasts.

"I know the photographer," she heard Beth ask Suzanne when she too started leafing through the shots. "It was Benny in fact who recommended you to me. Who's the other model though?" 

"June's not a model. She's my youngest brother's new girlfriend," came the blasé reply. "I conned her into posing with me at very short notice." 

Beth and Emily had exchanged a glance at that point. Emily knew Beth too was wondering about the last three shots. They were extreme close-ups of Suzanne's lips butterfly-kissing the tip of the excited nipple, the imprint of lipstick marks all around it on the young goose-bumped breast.

There was no competition really when Beth and the panel sat down to review all of the candidates. Suzanne was unanimously chosen as the model for the Hamilton Island tourism campaign. She had the stunning hourglass figure, spoke well, and had loads of personality and presence both on- and off-camera. It was then that Emily had suggested that Kevin and she would show her a little of the city by taking her out for the meal.

"I think I've had too much to drink," Kevin slurred, interrupting her thoughts. "Would you mind if I went home?"

Emily took her shoes off, picked up the other pair from under their seats nearby and swapped them for the empty beer glass in his hand.

"Can you take these home with you without losing them?" she asked. "We'll do without like everyone else here seems to be doing. I've set up her bed in the guest room so you can leave hers there. Take a taxi. We'll grab the car. We shouldn't be too much later."

Keys handed over, she waved goodbye until he disappeared, then gleefully skipped onto the dance floor, joining Suzanne for three or four energetic numbers before the band announced a break. In the relative quiet, she leaned forward and told Suzanne he'd left.

"Let's go too," Suzanne said grabbing Emily's hand. Barefoot, the two girls made their way outside and slowly hobbled to where the car was parked. 

"I should apologise. You must have heard some of the things he was saying," Emily said self-consciously halfway there, her head bowed. "He's such an oaf when he's been drinking and a girl as pretty as you is standing anywhere in earshot." 

Suzanne's grip on her hand brought them both to an unexpected halt. Turning to face the rueful Emily, she looked deeply into her eyes.

"Look, forget what he said or did. Instead, tell me you're glad you wore that mini instead of those plain Jane slacks tonight," she murmured, adding. "And thank you for calling me pretty. Coming from you, that's a real compliment."

"The dress did bring back fond memories," Emily admitted, starting to smile as she took in the infectiously gleeful face centimetres from hers. 

"Well, I love it," an obviously pleased Suzanne told her. "You look positively stunning in it." There was a pause. "Can I ask what you usually wear to bed?" the odd question from the girl followed.

"On a warm night like this, a nightie," a curious Emily replied. "Why?"

"After those hideous slacks earlier, I want to run a fashion eye over it," the teasing eyes flashed. "I refuse to mix long-term with people who wear faux pas nightwear to bed." 

"You're crazy," Emily jokingly laughed enthusiastically.

Suzanne glared at her in a theatrical way. "I'm deadly serious!" Then they both fell apart giggling, locking arms about one another and tottering on. 

"All right. When we get home, I'll fetch it for you then." Emily offered, a flick of her remote unlocking the car.

"No. You'll put it on, my girl! You have to model it for me," Suzanne countered.

---

Twenty chatty minutes later, Emily left Suzanne at the bedroom door and tiptoed in. The light was on so she dimmed it. 

She reached cautiously under her pillow with an eye on Kevin sound asleep on his side, facing her. He only had the top sheet covering him, pinned to his chest by a hairy arm. 

Slipping out of her clothing behind the door, she threw the short garment on and eased the door open. Looking down, she threw her arms out wide like a game show hostess for Suzanne's inspection. Then clasping her hands behind her back, she turned a playful circle on her toes, shoulder length honey brown hair swirling about as she did.

"That's pretty ordinary," came Suzanne's whispered judgement. "You must surely have something better than that?" She grabbed a surprised Emily's shoulders and turned her about, frog-marching her back into the bedroom. They both looked at the source of the heavy breathing. Emily put a warning finger to her lips.

"Just so long as we don't wake him," her quiet words warned. "Not that that's likely. If Kevin falls asleep drunk, he's generally right out to it until the morning." 

She silently opened a drawer, letting out a surprised cry as insistent hands from Suzanne pulled her back. Putting her own finger to her lips, Suzanne began rummaging, shaking her head until she finally pulled one out.

"This looks a little better. Try it on," Suzanne quietly insisted, passing it to her. "I'll kill the light." 

She saw Suzanne move to the window and peek out. Pulling back the curtain, the girl let a shaft of moonlight into the room before padding to the door and hitting the switch.

Emily laid the new garment at the foot of the bed and shyly turned her back on Suzanne. The pale moonlight half lit her long back and behind as she lifted the nightie. It was just clear of her hair when she heard Kevin give a long snort and saw the bottom of his chin start to toss about. 

She froze in fear, clutching the nightie to her chest for what was something like two panicky minutes but seemed like an hour. Then carefully, she stooped and without taking her eyes off his head for an instant, blindly felt around the end of the bed for the new one. 

"Looking for this maybe?" came the teasing whisper half a metre behind.

Emily shot a panicky look around her shoulder. Suzanne was somehow topless, waving the missing nightie between two teasing fingers. Blindly extending the old nightie behind for an exchange, Emily kept her eyes riveted on Kevin in the moonlight. To her alarm, there was no replacement in her hand after it was taken. 

A huge lump rose in her throat. She couldn't take her gaze off Kevin or say anything. Her husband's mouth was still ominously flexing. She shot another glance back to Suzanne's face. She too was keeping an eye on him but the expression on her face was more one of glee than horror. When Kevin's head finally lay still again, Emily allowed herself to take in a relieved breath, nervously wondering what she'd have said or done if he had woken. 

She could sense the raw excitement in Suzanne's hand grabbing hers. A still stunned Emily let herself be towed around to her side of the bed, a modest hand covering the downy triangle between her long legs. In the moonlight, she saw Suzanne theatrically stoop over the bed and check Kevin's face from just a metre away. As she straightened up, a confused Emily could only stare in disbelief as Suzanne cheekily undid her mini and lowered both it and her G string as one down her long legs. 

Stepping free, she pulled Emily right alongside and threaded an arm now about her slender waist. They looked like they were both presenting themselves as a gift to the unsuspecting Kevin. Surely, Emily thought with her heart in her mouth, if he opened his eyes he would wonder why she was standing there brazenly nude with their houseguest just two metres away. 

When Suzanne turned side-on to her, Emily tried to convey her confusion. Suzanne's only response was to put a warning finger to her lips and point to Kevin. As Emily looked at her unknowing husband as she felt herself being turned to face the young woman by the insistent hands on her waist. As her warm skin met Suzanne's, fingers behind her back began to strum up and down.

Suzanne's face gazed down between their bodies. "You have the most amazing body," Suzanne whispered, her face leaning forward and lightly resting against Emily's, adding, "Please, for me, just wear what you've got on right now tonight. Good night."

Emily was trembling, unable to stop her face tilting as Suzanne's did. She felt their teeth just touch after the soft parted lips collided. Her mouths began to massage back with an insistent urgency. Then she felt the hands at her waist inch their bodies apart.

"Don't you dare put on a thing now!" she heard Suzanne's whispered reminder as the girl backed away. 

She could only stare at the beguiling long back and behind swaying as the moonlit naked body proudly sauntered from the room. Swallowing and quivering, Emily got straight into bed. She had only been there for a minute thrilling at what had just happened when she realised she couldn't leave the two tell-tale sets of clothes just lying there on the floor. 

Gathering them up in the moonlight, she sorted hers from Suzanne's at the foot of the bed. Suzanne's pile in hand, she heard the floor creak as she tiptoed out the door. 

"What are you doing out of bed?" she heard the soft hiss. She could make out Suzanne's naked form standing in the doorway of the guest room. Silently, she offered up the bundle of clothing. 

"Whoops," Suzanne murmured quietly taking them from her. "We could have been found out in the morning, couldn't we? I'll just drop them here inside my door for now. Let's see you back to bed."

Hearing the clothes hit the floor, Emily felt a hand fumble for hers as the young woman eased past. Meekly, she allowed herself to be led right back to her side of the bed. As Suzanne pulled the sheet back, a flourishing hand invited her to lie down. Crawling in, Emily eased onto her back next to the heavily breathing Kevin, the covering hand again between her legs as she waited for the sheet to be draped back over her. 

"One last goodnight kiss," came the whisper. Nodding, Emily put up a welcoming hand to support a bare shoulder as it leant towards her.

"God, you are so beautiful," she heard as Suzanne's head descended. Through her breast, she felt Suzanne's soft palm. It must have only been seconds later when she realised the naked body was being gently lowered full-length onto hers. She was being sensually ambushed. 

Despite Kevin's sleeping face a mere foot away, she took the other descending shoulder and guided the beautiful face towards hers until the silky hair cascaded about her cheeks. 

Emily celebrated the daring union by opening her lips to encourage Suzanne's tongue tip in to touch hers. Swallowing it in whole, she both heard and felt a low appreciative moan from Suzanne echoing about within her mouth as the two tongues began playing. 

Subtly Emily began bending her knees and parting her long legs. Suzanne's smooth thighs started to nestle further in between her own. When mound touched mound, Emily sighed back into Suzanne's mouth as the warm skin above commenced a slow, sensuous undulating motion.

It was all so incredible daring and thrilling. Emily realised that Suzanne was going through the motions of quietly screwing her right next to her sleeping husband. She turned her head slightly to check Kevin's face on her left and saw Suzanne do likewise. 

"Let's sort of include him?" the girl above brazenly whispered deep into a tingling ear, pausing and taking her right hand from Emily's cheek. Lifting Kevin's limp palm from the sheet between them, Suzanne daringly reached back and re-positioned it on her naked behind then resumed the unhurried humping.

Emily felt she was about to burst inside when Suzanne propped herself up on her arms to grind away at the junction between her legs. She thrust her own mound up in response, an appreciative hand cupping one of the shapely breasts swaying above. Suzanne responded by easing her left leg back over Emily's right and pressing her sex firmly into the bone beneath Emily's thigh, face grimacing, eyes closing, grimly biting into her bottom lip. Within a minute, Emily heard the silent suppressed scream gurgle inside Suzanne's mouth and felt the girl's body seize up. 

A grateful mouth fell onto hers and she welcomed Suzanne back down from her climax by softly kissing back upwards, hands on Suzanne's cheeks. They rested, Emily amazed at what had just been shared between them.

"Hold this for me," she heard Suzanne urgently whisper. She felt the girl reach back and suddenly Kevin's hand was being transferred into hers. As Suzanne's whole body began sliding south, Emily felt the tender mouth kiss, bite at and lick her soft breast skin, then kiss from her tingling nipple down to her sensitive navel. 

Kevin had rarely gone down there so Emily had no idea what was coming. The illicit thrill of the mouth daring to continue, dropping down between her parted legs was nothing compared to the sudden shock-wave of electrifying sensations when Suzanne began mouthing her. Holding back one silent gasp after another, Emily knew she was too aroused to want to stop coming. 

She found a timely pillow to muffle any moans, alarmed by the intensity building in her orgasm. A minute after burying Suzanne's name deeply into it, her chest and belly heaving began to subside. She opened her eyes and looked about urgently. In their haste, her hand had somehow lost Kevin's. 

Surreally, there it was lying across the back of Suzanne's neck as if he was keeping the girl's head pinned between his wife's parted legs. A quick check confirmed Kevin's face was still totally oblivious although so close.

The two damp bodies lay united like this in the soft moonlight, glorying in their mutual afterglow. Suzanne started quietly easing her body back down over the foot of the bed. There she turned and slumped against the mattress, head up, still recovering her breath. Quietly rolling out of bed, Emily crawled around to her spent lover. Sitting beside her, she lowered a grateful hand to a clammy thigh. 

She melted at the satisfied, triumphant smile all over Suzanne's beautiful face as the hair-enshrouded cheek gently tilted onto her shoulder. Emily had enjoyed her first experience with a girl immensely. 




Ambushed



Hand in hand, she helped Suzanne up and back to the guest room door where they embraced and warmly kissed one another a final goodnight. 

As she dreamily floated back to her room, Emily recalled her husband's words "Jeez, I'd love to have her naked in bed with me tonight". 

An ironic smile crossed her face. 



Ambushed



"Yes, I remember. You called me at work to tell me about it. We went to the drive in movies with my folks and your mom instead," I replied.

"That's the one," she confirmed. "Anyway, I used the phone on Morgana's desk to call you. She was in the back somewhere doing something, I don't remember what. She arrived back at her desk and sat down while I finished my call with you. When I hung up, she gave me a really condescending look. Then she asked me if I always had to get your permission to do anything. I told her that I wasn't asking for permission. We discussed our plans ahead of time because we do things together and I want you to come with me. Unfortunately, we had already made other plans before the parties were announced. Since that day, I've noticed the other tellers whispering with each other and even occasionally giggling."

"It sounds a little like some junior high kids acting up," I ventured. "Is that all they are doing? Are you being ostracized or blatantly excluded from anything?"

"Well, no, it doesn't happen all that often. You should know that Steve is hosting another party tonight. Steve asked me if I were going since I hadn't been there for the last one. Morgana was really snide and said that I hadn't yet asked my husband for permission to pee. Then they stood there in the lobby, almost laughing at me. I told them we were going to be busy with my mother that evening and I didn't need to call and let you know. I went back to work and when they closed the office, I went outside and waited for you. They all managed to honk their horns at me as they left," she finished. 

Then she looked at me with a severe look and said, "I was really hurt when they did that. It might be junior high, but peer pressure is still alive and well. No, I'm not being ostracized per se, but their chicken Charlie hi jinks are taking their toll."

I was frowning by the time she finished. "I'm sorry Claire," I said. "I didn't know they were treating you like that at work. Since you told me previously that Steve and the other two guys are best pals, I don't think you could turn in a complaint of work force harassment or hostile work environment that would do any good." 

I paused a moment, "On a more immediate note, if you want to go, let's change clothes and go to the party. I don't think they would be very far ahead of us. We would be the ones fashionably late for once."

I smiled at her and waited to see what she would decide. Finally she smiled back at me and said, "Nah, not tonight. It would look like I was trying to ingratiate myself with a bunch of jerks. But I think that I would like us to go to the next one. I think we should send a message that we do what we decide to do. I'm just not so sure about calling you at work anymore. That act seems to give them more fodder for their kiddy games, so I think we need a better plan."

I sat pensively for a moment then made the biggest mistake of my life to that point. "Look Claire, if you really want to go to these parties straight from work, go ahead. No, I'm not giving you permission because it isn't mine to give. I trust you and believe that you trust me. I was trying to be your protector and I don't like putting you into a bad light at work.

You are an adult married woman and are quite capable of making your own decisions. It is just that we almost got hurt when they pulled that rumor bullshit, remember?" I said. "I am still at a loss as to what is going on here and why these people are acting this way. If nothing else, can you call home and leave a message on the machine? This way I can still find you. Does that sound feasible?"

Claire sat until I finished speaking. I could tell she was thinking it over and then she said, "Ok. That works for me. I'll leave a message here. That also cuts down on personal calls to your job. At least I know that you will know and have all the details. I'd like you to come to where we are and keep me company. Besides, Morgana's husband sometimes shows up as do some of the other spouses. But, I would like to point out that this plan puts me in the position of making all the decisions regarding the Friday parties. If I decide not to go, I will be waiting for you to arrive. I wouldn't want to not attend a party if you wanted to be there. The other side is I am committing you to a function you don't want to attend."

"Ok, I can see your quandary here, so you decide whether to go or not and I will decide when we leave," I answered. I didn't like it, but this arrangement would be better than doing nothing and should ease some of the crap she was dealing with at work.

Claire looked like a weight had been lifted as she got up to go change clothes. I started dinner. It was a quiet weekend except when she got really loud. That happened quite a bit, and neither of us minded. 

The next party was three weeks later. I saw the message light on the answering machine. I looked there first since she wasn't waiting for me at work. I quickly changed and drove to the party. Interestingly, this night it was held at Morgana's house. Silly me. I thought Steve hosted all of these affairs. I made myself and Claire a couple of drinks which were more mixer than alcohol. I had to drive home. It was a relatively quiet party. Claire was next to me most of the night and smiled her appreciation at the weak drinks. 

I caught a few stray questioning looks which Claire's co-workers shot my way, but I pretended I didn't notice. I did notice Steve and Terry, one of his buddies, watching me and Claire a few times. They did nothing untoward, but I was curious why they didn't approach us the entire evening. I told myself to ask Claire about it later. I also noticed that Steve's other buddy, Ken, wasn't around. 

Finally, we put our glasses down as Morgana approached. We took our leave and thanked her. Strangely, as we were leaving, I saw Ken come into the room from down the hallway. I presumed the bathroom was that way, but then he and Steve high fived each other. What, did he manage to go potty all by himself? I didn't think enough of it to tell Claire on the way home. Damn it. I was really messing up.

The next month I didn't see Claire after work, so I hurried home and checked the answering machine. The party was at Ken's house this time. She left directions and the address. I changed clothes and sped to the address. When I arrived, something seemed amiss. I knocked on the door and waited. And waited. I pushed the doorbell and could hear it ring inside. Shit. All the lights were on, but apparently nobody was home. What is this crap? I was getting fed up. As I started walking back to my truck, one of the neighbors stepped out on the porch and yelled, "Hey you."

I started walking his way when he yelled again, "Are you looking for the party?"

"Yes I am," I yelled back.

"I heard them as they left saying they were going to Phil's Bar. If you hurry you can catch up."

"Thanks a lot," I yelled as I headed for the truck. Son of a bitch. She let me know where they were, so they decided to try a switch. Mother fuckers are going to be surprised tonight. I would really like to get the real story here. I found a space at Phil's Bar and pulled in next to a black Beemer. Hmmm. I should have held onto the door a little tighter. Oops, that's why you buy insurance.

I went inside the bar and looked the place over. The music was thumping through the walls outside, but from the din in here you'd think it all stayed put. Damn, it was loud! I saw Claire out on the floor fast dancing with Steve. Changing my focus, I finally spotted the rest of the group in a back corner around a couple of pushed together tables. No one else from the group seemed to be dancing. Or conversing either. Not that you could have a conversation with all of this noise, but they were sipping at drinks while watching Steve and Claire. 'Are they that good at dancing?' I thought, 'or are these people really that bored?'

Ken or Terry, one of them anyway, was standing next to a seated woman I hadn't seen before. 'Must be his wife,' I thought. 'I guess they had to let her come along since they changed plans in the middle. Be interesting to see if anyone tries any hanky panky.' I also noted no other empty seats around their tables. 

I stepped to the bar and ordered a draft, then turned to watch the action on the floor. Steve had pulled Claire into a rather tight clinch for the slow dance. I noticed him pushing his crotch at her leg. The song ended and she started to leave the floor, but Steve grabbed her hand as another song started and pulled her back. From her movements, I was pretty sure that she'd been drinking. Steve and his antics were rubbing me raw, so I decided to change the floor show.

First though, I made my way to the group in the corner and announced myself with a big smile, "Hi guys. Moved the party, huh? Good thing, that last one was rather dead, wasn't it? Sorry, Morgana, I just call them as I see them. Then again it looks like the same dead party with twice the music. Oh excuse me, I see Claire dancing. See you all in a few." I set my beer down on the table and moved towards the floor leaving a couple of stunned looks behind.

I had to look for a moment before I found them on the edge of the dance floor towards the bathrooms. I pushed my way through the dancers until I was behind Steve and tapped him on the shoulder. He started and looked to see who tapped him. 

His jaw dropped open as I said, "My turn to dance with my wife. Excuse us please. Thank you."

I pushed my way into her arms and took her away from him while he stood there looking both shocked and pissed off. Claire was looking at me as though she had never seen me before. I needed to calm down, so I just kept dancing. Under the music, I heard someone yelling. I glanced towards the group once to see Steve gesturing rather violently at his friends and co-workers. 

None of them looked happy. One of the women said something that seemed to stop his tirade. After a moment he turned away from them and looked as though he was trying to locate us on the dance floor. I looked down at Claire who had laid her head on my chest while we were dancing. I found that I had started singing to her along with the song. It was a private little something I had always done while dancing with her. She lifted her head and her face lit up with a huge smile. 

"Hi, honey," she slurred. "Where did you come from? How come it took so long for you to get here?" 

"Hi baby," I said back to her. "I think it is time for us to go home now. Where is your purse?"

"Oh," she said, "I left it on the table over there with the others. Hey, I missed the first dance with you," she finished grumpily. We always danced the first and last dances together.

"I'm sorry I missed it too, but I'm here now," I smiled back. "Let's go get your purse and go home. I'm getting a little tired and this is the last dance. I didn't miss this one, all right?"

"Good," she slurred back. "I'm really tired, too."

I turned her sideways and keeping my arm around her shoulders, I escorted her across the dance floor. Steve met us a few paces away from the table. 

"Hey, now it's my turn," he yelled as he reached for her. 

Putting my hand in the center of his chest, I pushed him backwards. He was still solid from his football days, but I got lucky as he was a little off balance. I guess he didn't think I would come at him.

"Get your hands off my wife, asshole," I fired back at him, "and go dance with your own. We're leaving now and thanks for a nice party." 

Still holding Claire, I shouldered past him to the table. Six faces with different versions of amazed looks stared at me as we approached.

"Who's watching Claire's purse?" I asked. "We decided to take this party home. Sorry to drink and run, but there's always next month."

Amazing thing, with all that noise they heard me just fine. A woman sitting next to Morgana stood up enough to hand it to me across the table. That act earned her a blistering stare from Morgana. Good thing Morgana didn't see the smile she gave along with the purse. I'd have to find out her name.

"Thank you and good night all," I said as we turned and headed towards the exit. I had noticed my beer wasn't there anymore. Yeah, like I'm going to finish a drink I haven't had in my hand the whole time in a place like this. 

Steve just watched us leave. He was still standing on the dance floor with people bouncing into him. I ignored him. I muscled Claire into the truck and drove home. I put her to bed. I'd learned my lesson the last time. I stripped and crawled into the bed next to Claire and fell asleep. 

When I woke up the next morning, she had wrapped herself around me and her head was on my shoulder. I saw that her eyes were open and she was watching me. 

"What happened?" she finally asked. 

"You were dancing with Steve when I arrived. From your movements, I surmised you had overindulged," I replied. "but as a matter of fact, I found that you were out on your feet. I'm surprised you could even move." 

It took a moment for her to catch up, but then she retorted, "Wait just a moment here. I had one drink at Ken's house, then I heard someone say that we were moving the party over to Phil's Bar. I looked for the phone to call you, but everyone was quickly moving out the door and took me along with them. The next thing I knew, you were singing to me. Don't tell me I've been drinking too much if I only had one drink."

I lay there with her head resting on my shoulder for a moment. Then I said, "I'm sorry I thought that. I need the bathroom." I got out of bed and as I was finishing, she came into the bathroom and sat down. Good thing she was naked or she wouldn't have made it.

I reached past her and started the shower. She finished and stood up, then pushed her arms around my neck. I helped her into the shower where we washed each other, slowly and lovingly. We dried each other with the towels, then moved together back into the bedroom. I was still turning things over in my mind. 

"Remember that first party?" I started. "You were just like that last night. I never asked before, but I was wondering if you remember how many drinks you had at that first party?"

Claire arranged herself on my lap, leaning into me and was quiet for a moment. "Two. I think it was two. One or two at the most," she said, then looked into my face. "Oh, shit. I don't remember how many I had at that party. I just know that I drank some and danced a whole lot more. I walked through the front door and saw you. Then I got up and took a shower. That's all I remember. You know the rest." 

"I don't know," I said as I kissed her forehead. "I am really worried about you. I know you love your job, but maybe we need to think about a change of employers for you. 

That got a rise out of her. "Bull shit," she screamed at me. "I'm not quitting my job because you think I'm some drunk." 

Then she pulled herself back a little and continued, "I happen to like my job and the customers who bank there. And yes, I mostly like my coworkers, even if they sometimes act like kids. I've worked my way to number one on the seniority list, and I'm not going to quit without a damn good reason." 

That pretty much ended that discussion. It was her job and she had the right to keep it, even though I had serious reservations concerning her coworkers. Just one more agonizing event to rip me apart all these years later. 

Curiously, the Friday night parties stopped after that night at Phil's Bar. I didn't bring it up with Claire. I just noticed that she was waiting for me after work as usual.

Later during that year, Mr. Short suffered a mild heart attack. He was all right, but he needed to cut back on his work at the bank. When the official invitations arrived in the mail for the Christmas party, no one was surprised to see that Steve was hosting it at his house. Ellen's family was rather wealthy, so they were able to afford a big house in the town's newest sub-division. It was two stories, full basement, bedrooms and bathrooms on each floors, etc., etc., etc. 

Steve's house was a lot larger than Mr. Short's house, so people weren't as crowded together in one room. We arrived on time and mingled with the others, staying by each other's side. Things felt a bit tense between us that evening, but I didn't know why. It could have been because it was the first time we'd 'partied' with her coworkers since that night and she was still sensitive. I worked hard at enjoying the night and she slowly relaxed.

Steve and Ellen were standing near the kitchen, casually greeting people. At the moment, they were talking with the woman from the bar and her husband. Claire told me the lady's name was Tracy. People started moving towards the recreation room in the basement for the dancing as we heard the music start. I was impressed with the size of the room and started to say something to Claire, then stopped. She had been here before.

The room boasted a bar along one wall with a copper spittoon on the floor at one end. A very impressive entertainment system filled another wall. The first song was a slow dance and some people were already dancing, so I guided Claire out with them. We were floating around the roomy floor together when I bumped into somebody. We stopped dancing and looked to see Steve standing there with that hundred watt smile. He was breaking into our dance. 

I guess he thought he was paying me back for the bar, but I wasn't going to allow it. I started to ignore him and move Claire to resume our dance, but instead, Claire stepped in closer to me and whispered in my ear, "It's all right, honey. Let him break in, please. His wife can't dance and he is the host." 

I had noticed Ellen sitting and visiting with some people along one wall when they came into the room. She obviously wasn't going to dance with anyone that night. I stopped and looked into Claire's eyes for a moment, then stepped back and surrendered her to Steve. God help me, but I didn't realize at the time I had totally given her away to him.

I was quite upset, but managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want Claire thinking I would throw a tantrum. I moved off the floor towards the bar and got a drink while watching them. They danced well and Steve kept his hands in view. That song ended and Claire broke away from him and started towards me. Just then a fast dance came on and Steve tapped her shoulder from behind. I don't know who she was expecting to see, but when Steve started dancing fast she followed. 

It should have been me. Would, should, and could are three little words with the singular purpose of inflicting guilt on someone. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. That one instant was the one time I needed to be there for her. At the end of that dance, I finally moved towards her. Another couple stopped next to them and, after a brief word, they switched partners. He started dancing with Claire while Steve danced with the other woman. I felt a little better that he was moving away from Claire.

I went back to the bar. I had another drink while watching my wife dance with other men, just like the previous parties. 

Tracy stepped in front of me and took my hand. She pulled me out onto the floor with her. I hadn't realized that she and her husband were standing next to me. My entire focus had been on Claire. I tried to keep an eye on Claire, watching to see that nothing happened. I didn't really think Steve would try anything here with his wife in the room, but then I couldn't be sure of that either, could I? 

"You really love your wife, don't you?" I heard in my ear. 

Startled I looked at Tracy and said, "Excuse me?"

She smiled at me and repeated, "You really love your wife, don't you?"

I smiled back and nodded, "Yes, I really do love her. We've been together since grade school."




Ambushed



"I can tell," she returned. "When the two of you are together, nothing else exists. When you are apart, like now, you are both looking for the other to keep that connection. I envy the bond you two have forged. Not many people can make that claim."

"Thank you for the compliment," I answered. "That is a very accurate description of our feelings towards each other. I don't know what I'd ever do without her. On a different note, I would like to thank you for your help at the bar that night. I was remiss in thanking you at the time and hope you can forgive me for that oversight. I saw the look Morgana gave you and I hope I wasn't responsible for any difficulties at work."

"My, oh my," she smiled at me. "An honest to goodness gentleman as well, I see. You are very welcome, and no, I didn't have any problems at work. I've decided that Morgana is a witch with a capital B and as such I ignore her."

Finally, a music break came and I looked around to find Claire. Not seeing her, I started towards the stairs wondering if she had gone up for some reason. Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Claire as she moved into my arms. She looked rather out of breath and flushed. 

'Well of course she is,' I thought. 'She'd been dancing nonstop the entire time.' I kissed her and stood there a moment hugging her to me. After a moment, I took her to get a drink at the bar. 

Tracy moved past us and under her breath said, "Come on you two and get a room." Then she smiled.

"Hi, folks," the bartender said. "What can I get for you?"

"That's all right Jim," we heard Steve interrupt. "I have a special drink over here for them to enjoy." 

I looked at Steve's smiling face and started to feel something wasn't right. I started to say something to Claire, but Steve was already handing her a glass of wine. Then Steve handed another glass of the same wine to me. 

"This is a special wine we produced two years ago," Steve started. "It actually came out better than we thought it would because it won a first place prize for us at this years wine convention."

Claire sipped it saying, "This is really good. What do you mean you produced it? Do you own a winery?"

I sipped my wine while Steve nodded and replied, "Oh, yes. Well, actually Ellen's family owns the vineyard, but as Ellen's husband, I am also involved. It is quite a lucrative business. If the bank ever goes under, I have a way to make a living." 

I was getting ready to ask Steve if we were keeping him from his hosting duties while we stood there and savored the wine's taste. But then as if on cue, Steve sat his empty glass on the bar next to Claire's, and the music started. Steve maneuvered Claire back onto the dance floor. I stood there a moment trying to keep calm at the way Steve had moved between me and Claire, almost the same way I had taken Claire at the bar. I hadn't seen anything inappropriate the whole evening, but I also hadn't spent any time with Claire since the dancing started. Even while during the break, the conversation had been mostly between Steve and Claire as if I were an interested bystander. 

'There's a difference here, asshole,' I thought. 'She's my wife, not yours.' 

I stirred when I was tapped on the shoulder and turned to see Ellen smiling at me. I was somewhat surprised. I'd half expected to see Tracy and her husband. 

"Would you mind dancing with a whale?" Ellen asked. 

"Of course not Ellen," I answered. I set my glass down on the bar and gently lead her around the floor. I concentrated on keeping the other dancers and Ellen from any inadvertent jostling. 

After a few minutes of two different songs, Ellen leaned forward and said, "Thank you for caring. I really shouldn't be doing this, but I really love dancing and almost everyone seems to be afraid of the baby. That includes my husband," she smiled prettily at me. 

I smiled back and replied, "You're very much welcome. Actually, I'm getting some early practice. We're hoping to get our family started and I'd like to get a head start on next year's party." 

Ellen beamed at me and said, "Good for you. Just remember, not too many fast dances, especially later in the pregnancy. And I think that this next song is too fast for me. Thank you for your kindness and the dance. I had fun. And congratulations ahead of time." 

"Thank you for that," I answered, "and thank you for allowing me the practice." With a parting smile, Ellen moved back to her seating area and I moved back towards the bar. The wine glass I'd set down earlier was gone, so I asked the bartender for a glass of ginger ale. I was driving and had enough for this evening. Standing there with my drink, I looked around the crowded dance floor trying to spot Claire. 

I didn't see her or Steve anywhere. I moved down the little hallway to one side and found a line of people waiting for the bathroom. I waited to see who came out. They weren't there, so that meant they must have gone upstairs. I checked in the kitchen and other rooms. Some folks were in line at the bathroom there, so again I waited to see who came out. Damn. They weren't there either. I wasn't quite alarmed, but I was wanting to know where they could have gone.

'Ah, that's right,' I remembered. 'They have another two bathrooms upstairs.' I didn't see but three people upstairs next to the hall bathroom and Morgana came out of the bathroom as I approached. 

She wrapped herself around some guy's arm and let herself be escorted back towards the stairs, making sure to smirk at me as she passed by me. I thought about asking her whether that was her husband or her boyfriend, but kept my mouth shut.

Most of the bedroom doors were open and I could see coats on this bed and more coats in this room. I didn't see Claire or Steve. 

Now I was wondering, 'Where the hell are they?' With a look of determination I didn't know I had on my face, I went back down the stairs. I asked people if they'd seen Claire and came up empty. I didn't ask about Steve. I felt that asking about both of them might cause someone to wonder out loud and that was how rumors started. 

I hurried myself up a little bit because I wanted to cover all areas in the house. Nope, not on the main floor. Back downstairs I went, looking around the dance floor while still up a couple of steps above the floor. I could see over the dancer's heads, but I didn't see them. 

I found myself near the bartender, so I asked him where Steve had gone. The bartender couldn't help me as he'd been busy making drinks all night. By this time, I had to empty my bladder again, so I stood in line while watching the room the whole time. Finally it was my turn and not a moment too soon. I stood there emptying my bladder while searching my brain. I hadn't seen them anywhere. As I was finishing, I noticed that the window was at the top of the wall. 

'Of course,' I thought excitedly, 'I'll go outside and check all the basement windows. I can also check the car, but I really don't think she'd be out there all alone.' 

Then I had a bad thought. 'What if she is out there and isn't alone?' That spurred me to action. With a last glance around the room, I went upstairs and retrieved my coat. It was cold outdoors and I wouldn't want to catch a cold. I first went to the car. It was empty as I expected that it would be. I stood looking at the house and mused over which windows were for which rooms. I'd been in most of the rooms on the main and upper floors. Could any other rooms be in the basement? 

I decided to circle the house and check for other rooms. I discovered the window to the bathroom I'd used almost immediately and kept on moving. I didn't want to be caught peeping, I just wanted to find my wife. It was dark and I should have been going slower when I banged into something solid with my knee. 

Oh, it was a low railing which surrounded a window well, which I hadn't seen. I knew I needed to be extra careful walking in the dark around someone else's house. I kept moving around the house and found two other windows, but the rooms were dark and seemed to be closed up. 

Now I was on the back side of the house. I crossed over the patio and was walking past the deck when I thought I'd heard something. I stopped and backed up while looking all around. Finally, underneath the deck, I saw a small window into a room that had a light on. The window looked to be a bathroom style, but with clear glass instead of opaque. I got down on my knees and crept over towards the window to see inside the room. I felt a pile driver slam into my guts as the sight before rent a hole through my very soul. I was so startled that I started to stand up under the deck and banged my head hard enough to see stars.

It was a small room I saw, possibly a bathroom at one time, but the fixtures were gone and the only furniture was a couch on the back wall facing the window. My Claire was draped across that asshole Steve's lap and they were involved in a very deep kiss. The back of her dress was unzipped all the way down and Steve's hand was sliding up and down the smooth skin of her back, slowly moving in large circles. 

I saw that her black lacy bra was still hooked in the back, but Steve was obviously focused on changing that. Each circle he made with his hand moved right over the bra's clasp and he paused there each circle. That sight burned itself into my memory; Steve sitting on the couch with one hand stroking her back and the other hand wrapped in her hair. He was holding her in place while kissing her. Claire was sitting on his lap with one hand on the back of his head and the other hand looked to be resting on his chest. 

Looking around on the ground, I couldn't locate anything substantial to throw at the window. The blind was open and the light showed the window well. I was way too thick and I couldn't get between the railing and the bottom of the deck. If I had something, I could maybe break the glass and get Claire's attention. 

'Oh, God! I have to do something quick!' I cried inside. That bastard had finally unhooked her bra and she hadn't noticed. At least, I hoped that she wasn't a willing participant. That same hand kept caressing her in big circles, and now he was moving her dress and bra straps off her shoulders! 

"You son-of-a-bitch," I screamed. "Leave my wife alone, you piece of shit cocksucker!" The music was so loud out here that I could barely hear myself, much less expect my wife to hear me. And then I saw Steve move. He broke the kiss with Claire and started nuzzling her neck at the juncture of her shoulder. That was a very special place for her and somewhere inside my head I wondered how he knew that. Her head lolled back as Steve moved around, licking and nipping at her skin, from one side to the other. 

Then he stopped moving and looked directly at the window. He smiled right at me! That cocksucker! He must have known that I would eventually find them! Of course! He had planned this! He was moving slowly to ensure he could rub it in my face that he had Claire. He was on a power trip knowing that I was watching them and that I couldn't do anything to stop him. 

It was at that moment my heart stopped beating. The whole world froze as the music died away. Claire, my loving Claire, stood up and shrugged her shoulders, letting her dress and bra drop to the floor. All she had on was the black lace panties which matched her bra. I bought this lingerie set for Christmas last year and now she was wearing it for him. Then she sat back on his lap where she'd been sitting. 

I saw the smirk on Steve's face just before he started on Claire's neck again. Wait, no! He was sucking my wife's neck and was raising a bruise on the side of her neck. I looked hard and I found another one on her neck. 

He was marking her as his own right in front of me and she was letting him do it. I felt myself die inside while I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Then Steve made his big mistake. He moved his hand off of her head for just a moment, just long enough to give me the finger! That arrogant mother fucker was going to die for that and I was going to kill him. 

I squirmed back out of the area under the deck and sprinted around the house.. People moved away from me as I came in with a wild look on my face and my clothes dirty from crawling under the deck. I shoved my way back downstairs and went looking for any doors that weren't open. 

There weren't any! What the hell was this? Then I remembered Ellen. She would know! I went back into the recreation room looking for her. She wasn't here, either! Oh, goddamn shit mother fucking ass wipe cunt where the hell was she? 

Just then I literally slammed into Tracy. She was surprised at the way I looked and motioned to her ear that she couldn't hear me. Ignoring her husband, I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her upstairs where we could talk. When I could finally hear myself, I asked if she knew where Ellen had gone. Just then Tracy's husband stepped in, rather pissed at my treatment of his wife. 

She stopped him with a hand and then looked at me and asked, "What's wrong? Where's Claire? I haven't seen her or Steve in a long time. What's going on?" 

I didn't want to spend a lot of time, but I managed to slow myself down and say, "Steve has her in a hidden room downstairs and is right now taking her clothes off. He was finishing with her bra when I finally found them. I need Ellen to tell us where that room is located." 

Tracy's face paled, then she stuttered, "Ellen ran out of energy about half an hour ago. She excused herself and went to bed for the night. Can you show me where you saw them?"

Looking at her husband, I asked, "Please. Go downstairs and see if you can find a locked door to a room anywhere. The room is about the size of an old bathroom and seems to be tucked into a corner somewhere. I'll see if I can get to her from the outside, again." 

The husband replied, "Man, this is too fucking weird. You're not taking my wife anywhere with you, got that?" 

He started to pull her away when she stopped him. "Look, this is too weird to not be true. Tell you what. I'll go back and look for that room downstairs. You go out and verify what Hal is saying, then come back and get me. I'll be downstairs looking for that door." He looked at her for a moment and then she gave him a shove in the arm and said, "MOVE, DAMN IT!" That did it. 

I lead the way and we ran back out of the house and back around under the deck to the window. I still hadn't found anything to throw at that window. I crawled back under the deck, dreading what I would see. OH GOD, NO! They had moved around while I was gone. 

Claire was now reclining back on the couch while Steve was using her dress and bra on the cement floor as a knee pad. He was chewing on one of her nipples while a hand was tugging and twisting her other nipple. I spied bite marks on the exposed boob just as I saw his head jerk. I watched Claire reflexively arch up off the couch which dislodged his face from her boob. He had bitten that tit also! He was bruising and biting her all over her upper body. Her nipples were swollen and red from his abuse. She wouldn't be able to hide many of those marks while in public and not at all at home. Every time I would see those marks, I would know it was Steve who had marked her. 

Steve's other hand had resumed the same slow pace and that same big circle movement. Now it was crossing her panties and then down the inside of one thigh to her knee, moving to the other knee and back up inside her thigh. 

"Son of a bitch! That cocksucker is going to nail her for sure if we can't find that room," Tracy's husband said in my ear. I'd forgotten he was here with me, also an observer to the betrayal in progress.

"I'm sorry about before. You stay here and watch. I'm going to get my wife to get Ellen out of bed. I'll look for this room myself. You hang in there, buddy." Then he moved back from under the deck and hurried away. 

I never felt so alone in my entire life. 

The tears came to my eyes while I watched this festering pile of dog diarrhea have his way with my wife. Every once in a while Claire would shift and try to push a hand or his head away, but Steve would move somewhere else and start again. 

Anyway, it was too late for that. I'd already watched her discard her dress and bra. As far as I could see, she wanted this as much as Steve. I couldn't fathom why she hadn't pulled her panties off and spread her legs while I was away from the window. She'd sure acted as though she was enjoying this, including the bites, bruises, and now a small cut on her right tit. I'd never treated her roughly during sex. Looks like I had been neglectful of my duties to keep my wife satisfied in all ways. I noticed now that after the third or fourth time of her token resistance, she wasn't pushing him away any more. 

Steve still wore his shirt and slacks. His shoes were off to the side, next to Claire's clothes. I watched Steve as he moved to her stomach, leaving one hand to pull and tease a nipple, while he started moving his tongue around Claire's lower stomach. He kept moving until he was licking her covered mound. Her legs were relaxed and open to him as he kept the other hand moving in that circle.

With a sudden shift, he almost leaped onto the couch between her legs while he slipped off his shirt. For the moment, he still wore his slacks. He regained a nipple in each hand as he buried his face into her wet black panties. It had taken me a while, but I saw that she hadn't worn her panty hose tonight. She usually wore them in winter for the extra warmth, even under jeans or slacks. She only wore thigh highs for special occasions. 

'Where the hell were her nylons?' I screamed in my mind. 'Had she planned to fuck Steve tonight after all? Was this all an elaborate set-up to show me that she had made a decision to replace me with him? 

Steve hadn't bothered looking towards the window. He knew I was still out there. He must have heard me screaming my pain as I watched him defile my marriage and my love. Whether he was ignoring me or using my cries to raise his enjoyment and satisfaction, I'll never know. 

He continued moving his face up and down in her wet crotch, pausing occasionally on her clit. Claire gave up the pretense of pushing him away while her passion climbed. I could only sit and watch her primal side take control. Her body was ready for the taking. Then the hole in my soul grew larger as I remembered what I'd said earlier to Ellen. 

We were planning on starting our family this year. 

Claire had already stopped taking her pills. 

She was now fertile and unprotected. 

I wept knowing that I had utterly failed in all of my responsibilities to my wife and family. I hadn't protected Claire from Steve's plot to seduce her. I hadn't protected Claire from her co-workers and their games. And now I hadn't protected her from becoming pregnant with another man's child. 

I watched the end of our life together as my wife gave in to her body. She entwined her fingers into Steve's hair at the back of his head and pulled his face tighter into her soaked crotch. She had spread her legs as far as she could sideways, but now she slowly pulled her knees back towards her chest to open herself to his mastery. 

She had now completely surrendered herself to Steve and their mutual desires. 

Feeling her concession, Steve let go of a breast and with one hand unfastened his pants and shoved them down out of the way. Now I saw the confident shit licker hadn't bothered with underwear. 

As soon as he had released his cock from confinement, he lurched his body up onto his knees on the couch. By now she was bucking into his face, trying for her release. Her back had arched up off of the couch with her head pushed back into a bow. I could see her throat working as she made those noises that no one but me had ever heard.  




Ambushed



And now I couldn't say that anymore.

Steve reached up and moved her hands from his head to her nipples. She grabbed and pulled at the swollen raw points harder than I had ever seen. Steve paused a moment, watching her in the throes of her passion, then he looked right into my face with another smirk.

"Watch this you wimp," he mouthed at me. In one smooth motion, Steve grabbed her panties at her hips, jerked them off her legs, and dropped them on the floor. He reached under her spread thighs to hold her open for him and pushed her legs back over her head. I watched as her juices flowed out of her body, over her rosebud, and down the crack of her ass on the way to a growing puddle on the couch. 

Steve hopped forward on his knees until his cock was at the entrance of her sopping love tunnel and waited for her. He hadn't looked at Claire while he completed his move, choosing instead to gloat at the anguish on my face. Claire's need took over and she grabbed his cock and pulled him to the entrance of her hungry hole. 

With a slight pause for my benefit and to rub the salt of his victory into my wounded soul, Steve slammed into Claire with all his strength. He bottomed out in her tight pussy and I saw his ball sack bounce back from where they hit her ass. 

Claire hurtled into an immediate orgasm that had her shaking her head back and forth and screaming. As she started coming down from that one, Steve started pistoning his cock into her once faithful hole, pulling his crown almost out to her lips and then slamming immediately back inside her. 

Claire kept screaming from the string of orgasms which rolled over her body, one after another, as waves along a sandy beach. 

It didn't matter anymore. I had failed. Steve laid his claim to her while I watched through a window, impotent and powerless.

Then with a last smirk towards me, Steve released her legs from his hold and placed his hands on the couch above her head. She bucked up into Steve, wrapped her legs around his waist, and rode his cock as hard as he pounded into her. 

It seemed forever while I watched the primal coupling in front of me. The tattered remains of my soul were ripped from my body as I blearily watched my life end. Tears coursed down my face, as unnoticed as the keening wail tearing from my core. 

Steve started jack hammering himself into her wanton depths while Claire continued on her orgasmic ride until suddenly, he stopped! 

I watched their mutual climax as he pushed himself as deep into Claire's body as possible. 

I watched Claire clinging to him while willingly taking his seed into her fertile body. 

I watched Steve's ass clench, his testicles pumping out their fertile cream, synchronized in the ancient dance along with Claire's orgasm until, finally, he slumped forward onto Claire's sweaty body. 

Slowly, Claire's legs relaxed and I watched her foot land on the floor, inches from the bra and dress she had removed earlier. 

The sobs continued to pour out of me as I watched Steve push himself off of his conquest and sit back on the couch, looking directly at me, and gloating over his victory. 

Then, with all the contempt he could muster, Steve pushed his fingers into Claire's body and pulled out a slimy gob of his sperm and her juices all wrapped together. He brought the handful to his mouth and ate it while cleaning his fingers. Still sneering, he pulled the hand out of his mouth, made a fist with it, and gave me the finger. 

From my position outside the window, I watched as the evidence of their coupling oozed from her hole and puddled under her ass on the couch. At last, Steve stood up, walked across the room, and closed the window blinds. It was over. 

I don't know how long I remained under the deck. 

I don't know how or when I got into her car. 

I don't know how or when I came to be standing in the garage at our… no her… apartment with a full suitcase in my hand. 

I do know that I threw it into the pickup. 

I left the door open behind me. I didn't have anything left to protect. I had failed.

I drove away, never to return. 

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with the alarm going off in my head. I hate the nights when my mind goes back through those terrible events. I end up with very little sleep and I am very grouchy. I pulled myself out of bed, went through my morning routine, and ended up at the kitchen table with my usual breakfast of toast, cereal, and coffee. 

I noticed the bags under my eyes were more pronounced than usual. Well, that was all right too. Thirty five years old with bags, no make that suitcases, under my eyes. Now I'm prematurely gray to boot. At least I wasn't losing my hair as early as dad. I hadn't contacted my folks since that night.

I cleaned up the mess and grabbed my hat and jacket as I went out the door to work. I remembered to pick up the oil for proper disposal. I didn't notice a familiar car sitting at the curb about three buildings up the street from mine. Twenty minutes after I left, that car started and moved away. 

After work that afternoon, I stopped at the little market I frequented and picked up bread, jelly, a quart of milk for my coffee, a package of cookies, and a crossword puzzle book for later. 

I pulled into my parking space and pulled up short, staring at my front door. Two young children were sitting on my doorstep, apparently waiting for me. I noticed that each child had a brown paper bag in front of them on the sidewalk. 

'What the hell?' I thought. 'Maybe school kids were selling stuff again as a fund raiser.' I got out of the truck and retrieved my purchases from the truck bed. I walked up the sidewalk and stopped. 

'Twins!' I realized. I hadn't caught that at first. I'd only noticed a boy and a girl were sitting there. It must be a little harder to spot with one of each sex than it is with same sex twins. 

"Hi kids," I said politely. "You're sitting on my doorstep. Is there something I can do for you?" 

The boy stood up first as I spoke and then his sister did too, shyly sliding her hand into his. 

"Yes, sir," the boy said.

'Polite too,' I thought. 

"I'm Hal Taylor Junior and this is my sister, Claire. Mom told us that you are our father. Is that true, sir?" 

Suddenly the whole world seemed to tilt out of kilter as I stood there, gawking at the two kids. I'd thought they looked familiar and now I could see both myself and Claire in the kids. They both had our brown hair and deep brown eyes. I saw Claire's nose and eyes on the little girl along with my chin. Looking at the boy, I realized I now knew how my nose and eyes looked on someone else. 'Actually, not too bad,' I thought. 

Then the realization hit me square in the face.

'Shit! They were his kids! Claire's kids! Our kids!! Oh, my God,' I screamed inside. 'What have I done?' 

All of a sudden everything I knew as an absolute fact had just been launched out the window. 

"Yes, it's true," I heard behind me. Whirling in place I gawped at her. Claire. My Claire. The only woman I had ever loved was standing right in front of me for the first time in over five years. The grocery bags dropped to the ground from my suddenly lifeless fingers as I tried to assimilate this sudden influx of information. 

"Claire?" I managed to rasp out. "It's really you?" Unbidden, my tears started flowing as I stared at her. 

"Yes, you big fool. I'm here and so are the kids. Would you be so kind as to let us inside? I'm not comfortable with the neighbors watching us." Her question prodded me to action. I grabbed up the grocery bags again, unlocked the door and herded everyone inside. 

With a sudden shortage of chairs, we all ended up sitting around the kitchen table. The grocery bags sat on the counter, forgotten for now. The kids were curious as kids were, quietly looking around the small apartment. I noticed they put their bags underneath their chair. Claire sat down quietly at the table, watching and waiting for me to settle back to ground. 

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I forced myself to start talking. "How… how long… how did… um… gees Claire." I stopped myself, then started again, "I guess I don't know what to say." 

"Well, this is a rather big surprise for you, I imagine," she dryly stated. 

She lay a manila envelope on the table in front of me and said, "This is the paperwork I requested when the kids were born. This proves that Hal Jr and Claire are yours and mine. Of course, any sane person could look at them and see that, but I didn't want any shadow of a doubt concerning their parentage," she finished quietly. 

I looked at the envelope then at the kids who were sitting on their chairs looking back at me, no doubt holding hands under the table. 

"Wow. Talk about not getting the license number of that truck," I finally stated. "Ok, now what? You must have had a good reason to come and find me after all these years. What is it you want, Claire? Would you mind telling me what you are thinking?" 

Claire tipped her head to the side, a habit I once had found remotely curious but one I had come to expect. 

"Would it be all right for the kids to watch the television?" she asked. 

"I'm sure what we have to discuss is too boring for them." 

"Oh, uh, sure, yeah let me turn it on for them," I responded. I started to move their chairs, but they went to the recliner and sat in it side by side. They set their bags on the floor next to them. I turned the tv on, handed over the remote, and resumed my seat at the table. 

'Claire hadn't aged much at all,' I thought. 'She probably thinks I look like hell. Well, I wouldn't blame her if she did.' 

After another long pause, Claire started, "I guess I'd better start. Why did you run? Why did you abandon me and leave me there alone?" 

The tears started as she asked these questions. They must have been haunting her since that night. Well, why not? They'd been haunting me all this time as well. 

"Why did you never come back, at any time, to see if I was even still alive? Can you answer any of those questions, Hal? Please?" 

Now the tears were accompanied by her soft crying, but she sat up straight, spearing me with her eyes and not letting me move. She was demanding an answer. I shifted on the chair and retrieved a box of tissues and placed it between us. I pulled out a handful and handed them to her. She took them and started drying her eyes, but still wouldn't let me move. 

"I saw it all Claire," I started with a low voice. God, I didn't want to go over this again this soon. Not after last night. But I forced myself to reply, God knows I owed her that much. Now she would know my shame and utter humiliation from that night.

"I looked all over the house for you and you weren't there. Anywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, I looked every place I could think to look. I even looked in closets. I finally went out to the car, but you weren't there either. As I came back to the house, I noticed some extra windows at the basement level which I hadn't noticed before, so I went looking though the windows. At last, I finally found you… two… both of you…" 

God, this was so hard! But I continued telling my story, the anguish evident in every word. After swallowing hard I continued, "I found a little window located under their deck in the backyard with a light showing. I found you on Steve's lap with your dress open. While I watched and tried to get your attention, I watched him unhook your bra. Then I watched you stand up and drop your clothes to the floor." 

'No, NO, NOOO! God, not again, this is killing me! STOP, PLEASE!' I was crying inside. I took another deep breath, then told her about finding Tracy and her husband and how I enlisted their help.

"When I made it back to that window with Tracy's husband, we saw you laying on the couch and watched what he was doing with you. He left to go look harder for the room and all I could do was watch and pray for a miracle. That son of a bitch knew I was out there the whole time." 

That last was said with such venom that the kids looked towards their mother with a scared look. I brought myself back under control. Then I described Steve's final actions before he closed the blinds. I didn't want to be too graphic with the kids right there, but I could give her the rest of the details if she ever wanted to know at some other time. 

Somehow, I didn't think that she would want to know.

"Then I found myself in the car, and then I was in the garage putting a suitcase into the truck, and then I was driving away." 

I said the last with an awful finality. I couldn't say anything else. I tried to maintain my composure and even grabbed a handful of tissues, but it was too late. I was out of control. Great gasping sobs ripped out of my chest as the pain overwhelmed me. I couldn't be here any more. 

I pushed away from the table, knocking over my chair as I stood and ran up the stairs, two at a time, into the bedroom where I threw myself onto the bed. My grief poured into the pillow, just as it had last night and oh so many other lonely nights. 

I don't know how long I cried. Eventually, I wore myself out. I knew I would have to keep some self-control if I wanted to talk to Claire any more today. I realized that I needed to talk to Claire. That sudden thought energized me. I had not had a chance to talk to anyone about that night. The person I needed to talk with I had left behind. 

Rolling over to get off the bed, I was surprised to find her sitting on the bed next to me. She had been stroking my hair while I cried. I hadn't realized it until I moved and she stopped. The door was closed and she was sitting quietly waiting for me. 

I pulled myself up to sit beside her, unsure of my… no our… next move. This was something totally new. I had never before been at a loss for words with Claire. "Go wash your face, dear. You look all blotchy. I'll wait here for you," she said. I cleaned up and then returned to the bed where she waited for me. 

"Ok, you had your turn to talk. Now it is my turn," she started. "We decided to start a family, so I went off the pill. Remember?" 

I nodded. Oh God yes, I remembered.

"The Baker's Christmas party was on a Saturday. I started having morning sickness about a week afterwards. The bank's Christmas party was a week after that. I wasn't sure I was pregnant until the doctor called me at work on that Friday afternoon. I wanted to tell you at the time, but we were in a rush to get ready for the party. 

On the way to the party, I decided to wait until we could celebrate together for the rest of the weekend. Tracy was the new teller we saw when we first arrived at the party. She had heard some strange rumors, so she and her husband kept their eyes open. She was also the one who gave you my purse at Phil's Bar.

From the time we first arrived, I felt overwhelmed by the attention from all the men there. It wasn't very different from other parties, but Steve was really aggressive at keeping you and me apart. In addition, though I didn't notice it at the time, he had both Ken's and Terry's assistance for that night. All three of them had tried at various times to seduce me, but you always managed to protect me. 

On top of the pressure from the men, my hormones were all out of whack. I tried to walk away from all of those men to find you, but then I had to relieve my bladder. Steve came up behind me and said he would get me to the head of the line. He did that by taking me to his bedroom and letting me use his and Ellen's bathroom. 

He then escorted me back downstairs and we met up at the bar for that wine. I didn't realize at the time that he was keeping me from you. I saw Ellen make her way over to you because she wanted to dance at least once and Steve didn't have time for her. He told me that he considered her pregnancy a welcome diversion, so he could 

concentrate on having meaningful relationships with other women. 

I remember sitting where Ellen had been earlier in the evening, but she was gone. I looked around for you, but didn't see you. I felt really drunk, but the last drink I'd had was that wine. Steve was concerned and solicitous and told me he had a place where I could get some quiet for a few minutes.

I remember walking towards the wall with the entertainment system and going through some door I didn't remember being there. Next I was sitting on a couch, then I was sitting on Steve's lap and pushing his hands away. The very next thing I was aware, I was having the most intense orgasm of my life and it seemed to last forever. I was floating as if in a dream, when all of a sudden the door came crashing in along with several people. Tracy had managed to find Ellen and find the room's location. 

In the shit storm that exploded at the Christmas party, it came to light that this group had managed to seduce every other woman who worked at the bank, except for me and Tracy. That night I was the intended victim.

From the day he was hired and just as you suspected, Steve was the guiding force behind seducing all the women working at the bank. Ken and Terry joined in the fun because Steve shared his spoils. He started the Friday night parties as a way to isolate us from our spouses. They would drug the intended victim and then fuck her. Sometimes Ken would fuck her or Terry would, but Steve always got to fuck them at least once. 

That very first party, I was the designated victim. Morgana figured out what the men were doing when she caught them drugging me. Her husband has been functionally impotent for years now and he wasn't even at the party. She pulled Steve away from me on the dance floor and made him fuck her instead. If he didn't, she was going to blow the whistle. All three of them fucked her that night and all at the same time. She and Steve fucked at least twice a week.

She brought me home as I said, but that was why I acted the way I did. I wasn't drunk, I was drugged. If they had thought it over, it might have ended up with me and Morgana in the middle of a free for all. I was lucky I escaped that night. 

After a while, some of the victims started talking about some of their incomplete memories and experiences. Steve and Morgana called a meeting one day and informed everyone that rumors of immoral behavior were going around. Anyone caught discussing such a rumor would be immediately fired. That had the intended effect. A few of the past victims still talked to each other, but it was away from the office which meant the rest of us were still unaware of their plans.

Morgana became a co-conspirator at the next party when she seduced Carol who was the intended victim. Apparently, Morgana is bi-sexual and she had been wanting some herself. Carol had noticed something wasn't right at a previous party and refused alcohol, so Morgana drugged a glass of milk and gave it to Carol. 

Their last attempt on me was at Phil's Bar. They drugged me at Ken's house, but Morgana remembered my call home. It was her idea to go to Phil's Bar. She had decided that this was going to be the gang bang of all fucks. 

Steve was well on his way to moving me off the dance floor and back towards the bathrooms. Morgana was to supposedly take me to the ladies room to freshen up, but she was going to try to seduce me. 

Whether her seduction worked or not, Steve was going to fuck me on the men's room floor. Ken and Terry would be in the front of the line behind Steve. While they were fucking me, Morgana was going to let the other men in the bar know about free fuck. She was madder than Steve was when you showed up and saved me. 

It was at Morgana's insistence the Friday night parties stopped. She wanted to lull us into thinking it was over. They planned this to be the night that Steve would finally fuck me. Since it was his house, he would be first followed by Morgana. After her turn with me, Steve would join in a three way. Following that, Ken and Terry would join in for a three on two group fuck.