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Subject: Story Title: "Our Night On The Town"
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"Our Night On The Town"
I would like to share an experience with you as it may strike a chord
with someone.
It certainly changed our relationship forever. Perhaps one of you may
recall something similar happening to them...
I met my wife Leslie about seven years ago when we were both out for a
drink with friends. She has always been a bit of a flirt and likes to
dress quite provocatively.
She is a natural blonde, good looking and very fit with a nice pair of
breasts and she likes to show off her assets. Whenever we go out she
can't resist flirting with the boys and becomes more outrageous the
more she has to drink, which has got us into trouble in the past.
Last summer we went into L.A. on a Saturday evening for a few drinks,
She insisted on wearing a very short black skirt and a skimpy little
white crop top that barely covered her breasts, I was a bit concerned
about this as I knew she would attract more attention than I was
comfortable with, but she insisted and as usual I gave in. I am proud
to have a hot girl on my arm but find it difficult to overcome my
jealous nature. It was quite a warm night and the town was very busy.
As expected she did attract a lot of looks and comments from the many
groups of guys in the various bars we visited. A few times I notice men
touch her breasts or run their hands up her skirt as we squeezed our
way past them in the crowded bars. Leslie just seemed to let it happen.
She smiled and pretended not to notice but it did bother me a little.
Towards the end of the evening we found ourselves lining up to enter
one of the larger bars. As the line lengthened we were joined behind by
a large noisy group of guys, who appeared to be celebrating a birthday,
most of them were very drunk and it did not take them long to notice
Leslie. They started to make comments about the size of her breasts and
what they would like to do to her.
I suggested that we ignore them and waited for the line to move, hoping
that perhaps with no reaction they would turn their attention
elsewhere, but it was not to be.
Leslie was not wearing a bra and as we were pressed close together by a
surge in the line, one of the guys slid both his hands under her skimpy
top from behind and squeezed her breasts as if I wasn't there, she
squealed and moved his hands away but I could tell by her body
language, that she was aroused by it. The others quickly realized by
her reaction that they could also perhaps get away with a quick grope
and continued to encourage each other to try. I just did not know how
to react, my instinct told me to intervene, but I was also becoming
very aroused by watching my wife publicly fondled and abused by this
group of complete strangers. Leslie was pushing them away, but not
convincingly enough and although I was starting to becoming annoyed, my
arousal got the better of me and I could do nothing but watch. By now a
number of other people had noticed what was going on and a cheer went
up as one of the guys had lifted her top, exposing her breasts to the
crowd. Leslie jerked herself away and looked for my reaction, assuming
that I would be angry, but by the look in her eyes, which she was
unable to hide, showed that she was as excited by the experience as I
was.
As the line reached the main doors and started to enter the bar it was
my last chance to rescue her, from any further embarrassment. I was so
tempted to just pull her away from them at the last moment and leave
while we had the chance, but part of me was intrigued to see what might
happen next and I new this was a situation unlikely to be repeated.
As we surged inside I became separated from her in the crowd and saw
that the group of boys, by now at the other side of the room, had
completely closed around Leslie, shielding her from view of the crowd.
I quickly pushed my way forward to help her and aggressively forced my
way to the front of the group. To my dismay I could now see that her
hands were being firmly held behind her. The flimsy top was lifted
whilst they were freely playing with her exposed breasts. Their hands
were everywhere. I looked down and saw that one of the guys had her
skirt pulled right up so that the others could see and his fingers were
exploring her pussy whilst they all jostled for a turn. I heard one of
the guys say, "feel how wet she is, let's take the little slut
somewhere we can all fuck her brains out". My heart sank as I
realized that the situation was getting completely out of hand, but I
had let things get to this stage and now could do nothing to stop it.
They moved her to a side door, pushed the brass exit bar and we all
spilled outside
into the dimly lit car park. One of the guys recognized me as
Leslie's partner from the line outside and spoke, "You shouldn't
let the fucking bitch dress like that, teasing everyone", "now she
is going to get what she is asking for, we are all going to have a go
with her", "and you will just have to watch". Leslie looked a
little worried, but she was also panting and trembling with excitement.
Her look told me she wanted to go on, whatever the consequences.
The engine started on a nearby van, which had been converted into a
minibus. The side doors were opened and we were led inside. "You sit
at the front and we will look after your horny little wife for you"
said one of the guys. I obeyed and sat helplessly watching as they led
Leslie to the bench seat at the back. They wasted no time. Even before
the van had started to move away they had her top completely off and
whilst one of them eagerly kissed her open mouth, the others were
squeezing her breasts, sucking and twisting her nipples. As we left the
lights of the town behind and headed north out of the city, the driver
switched on the interior light for a better view of his friends abusing
Leslie and I could see two of the boys were holding her legs wide apart
whilst a third was using an empty beer bottle on her.
Her mouth was open and her eyes closed and she was starting to moan as
they continued to abuse her. As the driver turned off the road into an
uneven track leading to a woodland picnic area, one of the guys had
climbed up on the seat and started to fuck her open mouth. "Almost
there now said the driver", "Then we can give this slut a really
good fucking". I just couldn't believe what was happening. "What
about condoms I asked", "No chance" he said, "I want to see my
cum on her fucking face".
As soon as the van had stopped they all eagerly lifted her out by her
arms and legs and I watched in the moon light as they stretched her
naked muscular body taught over a wooden picnic table, there were about
8 guys in all and I looked on helplessly as one after another they
mounted Leslie. Two held her arms whilst another two her legs open. I
slowly moved closer to get a better view, One had her by the hair and
was pumping her mouth whilst another was in her pussy. She was sucking
wildly and I knew any resistance she had displayed earlier was now long
gone, she was like whore just letting them do anything they wanted to
her. I watched her eyes as the spurts of cum jetted onto her face and
tits. It was obvious that she could not wait for the next guy to take
his turn and I heard her taunting them to fuck her harder. Two of the
men were really rough with her, almost choking her by forcing their
dicks, hard down her throat and I saw her wince as they bit hard on her
tender nipples, squeezing and slapping her large breasts around. I had
always been so gentle with her during love making, but this treatment
seemed to be driving her wild. After what seemed like hours the last
one had finished, (some had gone two and three times). They slowly
returned to the van, leaving Leslie exhausted and panting, still
stretched across the wooden table, I heard the van leave and heard them
laughing and cheering as they tossed Leslie's clothing onto the
woodland track. They had all used her over and over and were now just
leaving us there, in the middle of nowhere.
As I approached Leslie, I could still smell them on her body, her hair
face and tits were covered with cum, and her legs and pussy were still
spread wide open.
The sight of her like this and the thought of what had just happened
was just
unbelievable. I just stood there and stared, disturbed by the whole
thing.
Neither of us spoke, but she knew what I was thinking. I couldn't
hold back a second longer and quickly pulled out my rock hard dick
which was by now almost bursting from my trousers and thrust hard into
her open wet pussy again and again. I wanted to use her in the same way
they had and it felt fantastic. It did not take me long to cum and it
was the best sex we have ever had.
Leslie stood up shakily and got dressed. We then eventually made it
back by walking to a nearby village and calling a cab. I don't know
what the driver must have thought by the state we were in. I noticed
him constantly staring in the mirror as we made the journey home.
We both still regularly fantasise about these events, and often go back
to the same woods to relive the fantasy again, but this time it's
just the two of us. The memories certainly have intensified our sex
lives, but in the cold light of day I think that we both realize the
real danger we put ourselves in.
Leslie still goes out in skimpy clothes, from time to time, often with
no underwear, and I have occasionally turned a blind eye when other men
touch her, but only when the situation feels right, and we both always
stay firmly in control.