Title:  OK...But Just One Drink - Husbands View

Author: Gilglim

Story Codes: Reluc, Wife, M+F, Gives-In


The following is a work of fiction intended for viewers over the age of
21.  If you don't like stories about good wives that turn into
uncontrollable sluts...then don't read it.  If it is against the law for
you to read stories where a woman gets dorked by a lot of men...then
don't read it.






OK...But Just One Drink - Husbands View
By: Gilglim

I'd had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar with most of the
guys at the office, but I was still trying to fit in.  As an office
manager for an accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and
yet still subordinate to the accountants.  It's a rather difficult line
to walk and it's always easier if everyone likes you.  Most of the guys
in the office are under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they
like to party at the end of the day.  Being 42 years old and married for
a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette...I preferred to go
home in the evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head
out the door.  It was my wife's birthday and she was picking me up from
the office.  When the gaggle of guys and I reached the lobby, a few of
them whistled.  My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short,
sexy red dress that I had never seen before.  She obviously had plans
for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm,
said, "We always have a drink at the 'Poison Apple' after work...why
don't you two join us before heading off to dinner?" Fool that I was,  I
said "How 'bout it, Linda?", in a way that made it clear she should say
yes.

"OK...But just one drink, we have reservations in a little over an
hour."  She was a trooper.  She knew that I wanted to be 'one of the
guys'.  Besides, one drink couldn't hurt.

As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, "I've got
plans for you, Mister, so don't waste my evening at this bar."  I could
tell I was in for a nice evening.  Her dress was short and buttoned all
the way up the front.  It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it
down in the light wind.  God forbid that she bend over for something.
Her little dress didn't hide much.

The "Poison Apple" is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars
and a dance floor for couples.  Like most dance places, it's rather
dark.  There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a
cramped 'U' shaped booth.  To show what a great guy I was, I offered to
pay for the first round.  Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table
"since it's her birthday".  The head of the table, was the center of the
"U".
I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind.  Repeating
them, so as not to forget.

The bar tender was slow in getting around to me.  I rattled off all
seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all).  It took a
while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver
them to the table.  All of the guys were making quite a fuss over
Linda.  As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation.
They were asking her what she did for a living...a receptionist at a
dentist's office.  What were her hobbies...blah, blah, blah... The music
was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all
smiles. She obviously was starting to like all of the attention.

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair had been placed
at the 'foot' of the table for me.  So everyone was sitting in the booth
but me...which was understandable, since I had been off getting drinks.
Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard him asking her "any
tattoos?"  The whole table chuckled and I joined-in as Linda just smiled
and blushed.

Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room.  Rather than clear the
way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps.  As
she headed for the rest room.  Conversation turned to other things.
Sports, new clients at the office, etc...  I started talking with Tom,
to my right.  "During the week, we usually come  here.  On a Friday,
we'll go to Big Al's".  I'd heard of the strip club but had never been
there.  "The girls are the best in the country...great table dances...",
Tom said.  The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking
about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, "Not often
you see a girl, wearing' a garter belt... much less slide her ass across
your lap".

The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned.  She waited for them
to make way, but to my surprise Tom took her by the waist and slid her
across his lap and passed her down to her place at the head of the
table.  She seemed surprised, but didn't make any comment.  She just
quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at the other end of the
table resumed their conversation with her.  I couldn't make out the
conversation over the music, but I could tell that they were teasing
her, because she was giggling a lot.  I went back to talking with Tom.

Tom was telling me all about Big Al's.  I was looking forward to a
Friday office meeting...so I could tag along afterwards.  While I talked
with Tom, I glanced at Linda every once in a while to see if she was
ready to go.  The conversation at the other end of the table was a
little quieter now...so they must have stopped teasing her.  She seemed
to be relaxing because she was leaning back in the booth and seemed to
be breathing deeper.  I glanced up again, to see that her eyes weren't
even open at one point.  Her drink must be getting to her, I suspected.
I decided to let her enjoy it...since it was her birthday and all.  When
she opened her eyes and saw that I was looking at her...she jumped a
little and must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She smiled
sheepishly and drank down the rest of her gin and tonic.  I smiled at
her...she must have almost dosed off and felt silly about it, I
reasoned.  Marcus offered to pay for the next round.  I said, "It's up
to Linda...we have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another
drink."  Linda sheepishly said, "Sure" and everyone at her end of the
table laughed and hooted.  Marcus passed the money down to me and as I
walked away to the bar, I heard someone saying, "my turn."

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three trips to deliver
the drinks.  I noticed on each trip that people had changed seats.  So
it took me a while to get the right drink to the right person.  I sat
back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who was still sitting in
the same seat...although he kept looking down at the other end of the
table).

Linda was relaxing again...leaning back in her seat and seemed to be
gripping the edge of the table with both hands.  Jim was leaning towards
her and whispering something in her ear.  It was cramped at that end of
the table so Jim was right next to her.  He was also gesturing fervently
with his hand under the table, as if driving home an important point.
Linda closed her eyes again...as though she was trying to remember
something.  The guy next to Marcus nudged him and traded places with
him.  He seemed to want to get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda
were having.  He also gestured under the table...aparently in opposition
to Jim.  Finally, Linda gasped rather loudly...aparently exasperated
with their conversation.  She leaned forward and opened her eyes and
took a deep drink.

Tom was telling me about some of the group's wild evenings at the strip
club.  A little later when I looked up.  Linda was leaning over the
table and filling her plate with peanuts from the basket in the middle
of the table.  It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows
as she did it...and it seemed to take quite a while.  The guys on either
side of her where leaning back behind her...aparently to make room for
her.  Her eyes had sort of a glazed look.  She sat back down and the
guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.  Just a couple of minutes
later she was filling her plate again and different guys were sitting
next to her.  I couldn't tell for sure, because it was dim, but it
looked like the guys next to her were looking up her dress.  I tried to
motion to her, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing.  "Let them
have their fun" I thought.  Just looking isn't going to hurt anybody, I
thought.

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim offered to pay for the
next round.
I looked at Linda and she just nodded.  There were low chuckles around
the table.  I went off to get the drinks and notice that Linda had
apparently returned to the conversation with Jim and the other guy.
They were both leaning in towards her. and she apparently disagreed with
both of them...because she was gesturing wildly at both of them under
the table...probably shaking a finger at them both.  It must have been
good humored fun, because the guys didn't seem offended by her scolding.

The bar-tender took his time and when I returned, Linda was nowhere to
be found.  I asked Tom where she was and just as he was telling me that
she had lost an earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head
in Marcus's lap.  It was dark, but I could tell that she was looking
around, because her head was moving around a lot.  I went back for the
rest of the drinks.  On my second trip she was still looking, but when I
returned with the last trip...she must have found it.  She was sitting
upright...touching-up her lipstick.

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Linda excused herself to the Ladies'
Room.  They guys took their time as they slid her down the line and she
trotted off to the rest room.  I noticed that Tom had moved to the other
end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with Marcus.

I didn't even notice when Linda got back, but she was filling her plate
with peanuts and Tom was leaning-in behind her.  I turned back to my
conversation with Marcus.  We talked for a while and about three minutes
later she was still there, leaning over the table and resting on her
elbows.  When I looked up, she grabbed her plate and sat back quickly.
Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard.  This must have made Tom spill
his drink on himself, because his chin was all wet.

Marcus, directed my  attention back to our conversation.

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone the
several of the buttons of her dress.  It was hot in the bar, so that
didn't surprise me in and of itself.  What did surprise me was that her
cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her
bra cups.  She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with
Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school.  She was
directly facing him so all I could see was her back.  Once again, it was
dark in the club, but for her to face him like that...it seemed that she
would almost have to be straddling his lap...she looked over her
shoulder and smiled to me...so I knew that everything must be OK.

Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the conversation.

When I looked up again.  She was sitting back in her seat again and it
looked like even more of her buttons were undone.  Her dress could fall
open at any moment.  Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next
round.  Linda said, "We've missed our reservations by now...so we might
as well."  Everyone laughed and I noticed that the guys on either side
of my wife were turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of
attention.

Once again, the bartender took his time.  When I finally returned to the
table, I was floored.  Linda was leaning over the table, gripping each
side tightly with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across her
back.  Someone was apparently behind her with his face pressed against
her crotch and Bill had his hand in the front of her dress and was
pulling her bra down and to the side.  Tom was starting to help Bill by
unbuttoning more of her buttons and undo-ing the front clasped bra.
Linda's eyes were closed, but her rapid breathing made it clear that she
was on the verge of orgasm.  I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of
my wife's nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one.  Soon my
wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier in the evening.  The most
disconcerting thing about it was that I was turned-on.  Instead of
yelling at everyone...I delivered the drinks and went back for the
second and third trips.

When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table with my wife on his
lap.  She was bouncing up and down...so I could tell that he was fucking
her.  Her dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by other
guys who were sucking her tits.  I simply sat down and watched as they
took turns with her.  Now that I knew what was going on...she would
close her eyes for a while and then she would open them and watch me
intently as she was fucked and man-handled.  At one point, she sat on
the end of the booth right next to me and I watched her give blow jobs
to all six of the guys from my office.  She didn't even offer to touch
me, but she made sure that I noticed when they came.  Some of the cum
dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she would milk their
dicks with her hand as she drank down the cum in slow deliberate gulps.

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions.  The first night
that I went to Big Al's strip club, my wife was there.  She kneeled in
front of each of the guys from the office as they enjoyed the show.  She
even sucked me off that night.  While she was giving blowjobs, guys had
her skirt up and were sticking money in her garter.

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by the office during
the business day and fucks and sucks guys while I'm working.  She does
it with the door closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what
is going on.




