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Subject: {ASSM} A twist in the tail  -  Part Two (M+/F, Public, Exhib, Anal, Group)
Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 21:10:05 -0500
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This story is a work of fiction and any characters portayed bear no
resemblance to real people living or dead.  The work is of an adult nature
and should not be viewed by those who are below the age of consent as stated
by Law for your locale.



A Twist In The Tail


Part Two

The Party



There was a young porter sat at a desk outside the door, collecting tickets,
his face a picture as Helen and I approached him.  I was still shivering
nervously as she flirted with him, eventually handing over our tickets.  We
paused at the door, my heart pounding, Helen smiled at me,
"Ready Tiger?"  I blushed and nodded my head, eliciting a wicked smile from
Helen as she threw open the door and waltzed into the room as brazen as she
liked.  I followed trying desperately to look comfortable and maintain my
composure.  We took two stools at the bar and Helen ordered drinks for us,
Vodka Martini.  I tried to mimic her actions and deportment as I scanned the
room for Clive.  I saw him, sitting red-faced with Helen's husband Geoff,
watching the two of us at the bar attracting glances and admiring comments.

Soon we had quite a posse of men around us, buying us drinks and trying to
cajole us onto the dance floor.  Eventually Helen allowed one of them to
dance with her so I followed suit and we both danced, her rather more
seductively than I, but I did my best and my partner seemed pleased enough
with my efforts.  As the music died away we returned to our seats and sat
out the next tune with our drinks, listening to the platitudes of our
would-be courtiers.  One of the men in particular was rather coarse,
commenting in the foulest language on our bodies and looks.  We continued to
dance and drink until we had danced with all but the coarse guy and another.
Helen took the other which left me to dance with a man openly leering me.
The alcohol was doing its work though and I allowed him to lead me to the
edge of the floor.  As his arms rested on the bare flesh at my sides I
looked over at my husband, he sat in the cubicle his head bowed, stealing
occasional glances at me and my dance partner.

I felt his hand graze the exposed flesh at my breast and shuddered at his
touch.  His breath was heavy with alcohol as he breathed obscenities over
me, grinding his hardening crotch into mine.  My head was reeling with a mix
of alcohol, disgust and sympathy for my husband.  What was I doing to him?
I hoped this proved worthwhile.  Helen's husband had cut into her dance and
was obviously mauling her rear and grinding into her, I sagged with relief,
expecting Clive to rescue me at any moment.  I decided then to give my
partner something to remember me by so I ground back into him, allowing him
to feel my heat on his groin, feeling him stiffen as his hands dropped onto
my barely covered behind.

He was grinning over my shoulder as he pulled me into his body, leering at
his friends at the bar and obviously gesturing to them at my response.  I
looked over to where I expected to see a vacant booth and my husband making
his way to us, following the lead of Helen's husband.  My heart sank as I
saw him still sitting at the table, looking so small and weak that it
enraged me and distressed me at the same time, I allowed my head to rest on
the shoulder of the beast dancing with me and closed my eyes.

We were well into the second track when I noticed he had moved his hands to
my waist again.  I for Helen, she too was still dancing, her eyes riveted on
me, her husband's seeming riveted on my rear.  She caught my glance and
grinned at me, giving me an encouraging wink.  I grinned weakly at her, not
sure how far I could allow this to progress when she licked her lips and
looked at my rear too.  I was confused why I was suddenly receiving so much
attention down there, and then in my horrified mind it twigged.  Suddenly I
understood why this disgusting man had his hands around my waist and a quick
glance back at the faces at the bar, all riveted to my rear confirmed my
suspicions.  I knew there was a full-length mirror on the opposite wall to
my husband so I raised my head smiling sweetly at the man with me and
glanced across.  Sure enough my dress was rucked around my waist exposing my
bare behind with the thin string disappearing between my cheeks.

At that moment I wanted to run to our room and get home as fast as possible,
but the image of Clive stopped me.  I resolved then to see just haw far he
would allow me to go.  I grinned wickedly at my partner and whispered

"I know what your doing you know"

He seemed surprised, shocked and delighted and his hands immediately slid
down onto my naked buttocks, kneading them roughly as we danced, spreading
the cheeks to the delight of his friends.  I allowed him to paw me until the
end of the track when Helen dragged me to the bar with Geoff, me tottering
across the floor pulling the dress back into place.

"She's a right one!  Did you see her arse?"  I heard one of the group of
guys enthusing, "She's got good pair of tits on her too, her nipples are
rock hard!" said the guy I had just danced with.  "Okay, a tenner to the
first one who gets her tits out for us to see!"

Helen and Geoff were grinning and laughing as I sat there listening to their
plans for me, my face scarlet, Helen bought me a long drink I had never
heard of and passed it to me,

"Here, this'll loosen you up for what's coming next".  I took the glass and
drank a long draught of the cocktail, it tasted of Gin and cola with who
knows what else.  I looked over at Clive, still sitting in the booth,
looking like a scolded puppy and my blood began to boil.  I hadn't married
him because he was a tough guy, but I felt the least he could do was to let
these letches know I was his wife and not a toy for them.  For the first
time in our marriage I was really mad at him, I felt let down, as though he
didn't care what happened to me.  That and the strong cocktail sealed my
fate and took me onto an erotic journey I would never have imagined in my
wildest fantasies.

To be honest by the time the next guy came up and asked me to dance I was
out of it, drunker than I'd ever been in my life,  "Could I prise her away
for another dance?" he asked Helen and Geoff.  They just laughed and told
him to help himself, I have never felt so humiliated before, my best friend
and her husband were giving me to this man while my husband sat alone at a
table and just watched it all happen.  I staggered a little as he lead me to
the very corner of the dance floor, immediately in front of his friends and
away from the hubbub of dancers in the centre of the floor.  He was quite
nice and polite through the first number, hardly touching me except to
steady me occasionally, I noted that he again was one of the older guys in
the group, obviously the youngsters didn't have the guts to try it on with
me.  The second number started and he got a little more physical, swooping
me and twirling me around and the third was a really slow number again.  He
held me tight and I could feel the heat and throbbing hardness of his
erection against my thigh.  I could also feel the heat between my legs,
which shocked me, I had never entertained thoughts of doing anything outside
of my marriage before.  It didn't take long for his hands to begin to
wander, taking the same route the other guy had, up the exposed sides of my
breasts then down and under the hem of the dress.  He caressed me gently,
almost lovingly and I sank my head into his shoulder as his fingers found
their way to the dripping gully between my legs.  He gave an appreciative
moan then spun me so I was facing away from him, toward his friends holding
my arms across my midriff.  We swayed some with me unable to look at the
group watching us, I stared in the mirror as he pulled my hands to the backs
of his thighs where I found myself unconsciously stroking him.  I watched
the glinting eyes of Helen as his hands stroked up and down my dress.  It
wasn't until I saw the edge of my aureole that I realised he was using his
thumbs to pinch my dress together just below my breasts, pulling the tight
material into a single band in my cleavage.  I had never felt so totally
excited before as I watched my erect nipples spring in to view, quickly
followed by my entire breasts, lifted an separated by the material.  He
cupped them, brushing my hardened nipples with his thumbs before his hands
slid down and slowly pulled up the dress again to expose the transparent,
and very wet, front of my thong.  The sight drew gasps from his friends and
I felt his hand sliding over my bare mound, a finger teasing my clitoris, he
whispered in my ear,

" I love a shaved woman, I do hope you take it in the arse", with that he
pressed his erection firmly between my cheeks.  I had never had any
experience of anal but I was now too aroused to anything other than moan,
which he took as a yes.  My panties were pulled to one side and I was now
totally exposed to their view, I felt his hand moving from my pussy to my
arse and back again, rubbing my secretions around my anus, I began to writhe
and a damp slick finger entered me.  It felt fantastic.  My eyes had been
closed for some time as I just concentrated on the feelings but they snapped
open when I felt hands and lips on my nipples and fingers in my dripping
vagina.  The other guys were dancing around us, touching and licking when
they had the opportunity and shielding us from the other dancers.  His
finger working in my back passage was soon joined by another as I relaxed
into the sensation.  I was totally out of control by now and only grinned
lewdly when I noticed Helen and Geoff had joined the circle around us, until
I felt the wet tip of a penis in the crevice of my arse, resting lightly
against my anus, "Jesus!  He's going to fuck her arse right here, what a
slut!"  For some reason the words excited me and I found myself pushing back
on him as Helen said "Yes she'll fuck anything in any hole when she's had a
few" I winced as his swollen head stretched my sphincter, but the sharp pain
soon passed as he slid into me up to the hilt, leaving me with an erotic
burning sensation, I moaned almost too loudly.  The other old guy stood in
front of me and unzipped his flies, pulling out a large dribbling penis
which he wasted no time in stuffing roughly into my vagina.  So there I was,
in public, with an audience including my friend and her husband, taking two
men at once and obviously enjoying it.  I lost what little self-control
remained then and deeply French kissed the slob fucking me, his mouth tasted
foul but right then I didn't care, I just hoped Clive had got a glimpse of
what was happening to me.

For the next hour and a half they took turns in both my holes, even Geoff
did me in the arse while Helen egged him on calling me a slut and a whore.
Then Helen and Geoff called a halt to the fun and Geoff picked me up and
carried me up to my room while Helen went to drag Clive with us.

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