Silently I cursed the client sitting across the table from me, he was waffling on telling dirty stories and laughing at his own jokes, every now and then he'd drop a hint that he wouldn't mind going to a strip club, but I let those slide on by. The business part of the meeting had been concluded almost two hours ago, but this guy just didn't seem to want to leave and I didn't dare upset him by asking him to do so, his contract was worth to much to do that. Giving a hint of my own I looked at my watch, it was approaching seven and I wondered if my wife Sam would still be waiting at the club where we'd arranged to meet at around six. For a moment I let my mind drift to my wife, we'd been married ten years and at 36 she was still as vivacious as a teen, she was the epitome of 'good things coming in small packages'; a mere 4 feet 4 inches in height, but with a body to die for. Across the table from me the client mistook my smile at the thought of my wife's 34-24-34 body as enjoyment of what he'd been saying and went off into another monologue while I daydreamed of fondling Sam's soft warm body. Sighing I looked at my watch again and the heavens be praised the client finally noticed that I actually wanted to be somewhere other than with him. Still it took another fifteen minutes to get the 'farewells' out of the way and it was with relief I grabbed my jacket as soon as he was out the door and headed off to meet my wife.
By the time I reached the club we had agreed to meet at it was almost eight forty-five, cursing I hurried inside and started to look for my little darling. At first I thought that she may have got fed up and gone home, but then I spotted her blonde curls in a brief gap that opened on the dance floor. The music was loud, almost deafening so I knew that calling to her would be no use and I quickly discovered that the dance area was so packed that I couldn't get through the throng to join her. Resigned to having to wait until she came off the dance floor I wandered around the edges of the crowd in the hope of spotting my wife and managing to attract her attention. Instead I spotted a couple of her friends sitting at a table drinking, chatting and laughing, it was clear to me that the reason Sam had not left was that she had run into Ruth and Mary. A moment later I saw Sam heading to the table to join her friends, she was dressed in a rather revealing wrap-over dress that was one of my favourites for obvious reasons, her dancing had rumpled it up at the hem and loosened the front and she was making sort of half-hearted efforts to straighten it out. I was about to wave to her when it dawned on me that she was not alone, not only was she not alone but her hand was in that of another man's. Dumbfounded I watched Sam flop into one of the chairs, grab a drink from the table and gulp it down, the strange man dropped into a chair at her side and picked up a beer glass while Ruth made some comment that had all four of them laughing. Eyeing up the man with them I saw that he was young, no more than twenty-five, tall, muscular and attractive in a very manly way. He was certainly attractive to women and he knew it, there was an ease about him that seemed to say 'I'm in control', but when he put his glass down and headed out to the floor to dance with Ruth I felt a sense of relief.
As I stood there Mary left the table, I watched Sam sitting there on her own and was all set to go over and join her when Mary came rushing back with a mobile phone in her hand. Mary spoke briefly to my wife then grabbed her things and rushed away, clearly something urgent had come up in her life. Taking a couple of steps towards the table I smiled in preparation for the greeting my wife would give me and at that point Ruth and the stranger returned to the table. I saw Sam tell Ruth about Mary leaving as I walked closer then watched her being whisked out onto the dance floor again.
"What the fuck?" I muttered as I watched the pair of them wedge themselves into the dancing throng.
Looking at the table where Ruth now sat alone I wondered just how long this man and my wife had been dancing, then I noticed that Ruth didn't seem to be quite sober and I wondered how much she and my wife had drunk before I'd arrived. I guess I was feeling a little jealous at that point, somewhat irked I turned and headed for the bar, after a little pushing and shoving I managed to get myself a couple of good stiff drinks; the first I drank down in one gulp at the bar, the other I carried with me as I headed for the table where Ruth sat waiting her turn to dance with this unknown man. By the time I had worked my way back to the area of the tables Sam and the man were sat back at the table, he was sat between the two women and seemed to be laughing and joking with them. He said something to them which Ruth immediately seemed to respond to with a 'yes', Sam looked at her watch, looked at Ruth and seemed to answer 'why not'. All three of them left the table and at first I thought they were heading for the bar, but then I realised that they were leaving. In a rush I drained my glass, dumped it on the nearest table and rushed outside after them with the intention of letting Sam know I was there only to find myself too late by far. The guy was climbing in behind the wheel of a car as I exited the club, I could see Sam in the front passenger seat and Ruth in the rear, the next moment the car was pulling away.
"SAM!" I called out as loud as I could and waved, but it had been a vain hope that she'd hear me.
However, my luck turned as a taxi drew up beside me thinking I'd been flagging him down, I took advantage of this to jump in the back and told the driver to 'follow that blue car'.
"You are joking aren't you mate?" the driver laughed in disbelief, though he moved off after the car I had indicated.
"No joke," I replied with my eyes glued to the road ahead of us, "just follow that car and don't lose him."
Five minutes later the car with my wife in it stopped near another club, the three of them were heading into the club as I paid my taxi fare and were out of sight in a second. Cursing I almost ran to the entrance and headed inside, the place was not as crowded as the other club yet I couldn't spot Sam, Ruth or the man they were with. The obvious first place to check was the bar, but if they had been there they were gone by the time I got there, buying myself a beer I started wandering around the dance floor. Ages seemed to pass before I finally spotted Ruth sat in a booth by herself, in front her were three rows of glasses, each row had five drinks in it. Looking back at the dance floor I finally spotted Sam and the unknown man bouncing and jumping to the fast paced music, then Ruth joined them and I spent a few moments watching the three of them bobbing about. A few records later they headed back to the booth, Ruth sat down then the man and then Sam so that he was sitting between the two women. Slowly I started to make my way towards them while trying to figure out an explanation for my being at this particular club. At the table the three appeared to be playing some sort of drinking game and in the time it took me to move to within ten feet of them they had drained all the glasses on the table. The man waved across the room and a waitress appeared, took his order and the empty glasses then headed off.
Pausing in my approach I wondered what this guys game was, Ruth, who Sam had told me had no head for drinking, seemed almost out of things, every now and then her head would sort of tilt forward then jerk up as she giggled inanely. Whatever he was drinking didn't seem to have much affect on the guy and I saw him eyeing Ruth from time to time as though gauging how drunk she was, he was also eyeing up my wife only his look was not merely interest in her equilibrium, his eyes seemed to take on a hungry gleam each time he looked at her. Sam seemed tipsy and was certainly oblivious to his hungry glances, the man was talking almost constantly and whatever he was saying had my wife laughing, Ruth laughed too between bouts of fuzzy headedness. Something inside of me was saying I should get over to my wife, but for some reason I just stood there watching them.
The tempo of the music changed and for some reason about half the people left the floor, while they wandered off I saw Sam heading for the floor with the man. At first there was a gap between them as they danced, but that slowly faded away as they drifted together, despite the difference in their heights this guy seemed able to cope with it. Within minutes of Sam's head coming to rest on his chest his hands were sliding down her back to come to rest on her buttocks. Naturally I expected my wife to move his hands, but she just seemed to wriggle against his hands and snuggle in closer. In dismay I watched the pair of them shuffle around the floor, I knew I should be doing something about this, but I couldn't seem to move. Even when his hands started to knead her buttocks I couldn't seem to gather myself to move, Sam's reaction to his squeezing was to roll her bum in his hands. A few minutes later Sam leant back and said something to him, he looked over to their table then grinned, he said something and Sam looked over to the table, laughed then leant back against him.
Curious I looked over to their table and saw that Ruth was leaning on the table seemingly totally out of it, I also noticed that there were full glasses on the table, obviously the waitress had returned while I had been watching my wife. Looking back to the dance floor I saw my wife and the unknown man almost stationary on the floor, their feet barely moving to the slow beat of the music. Though their feet were almost motionless his hands were certainly active, I watched them running up and down her back, stroking her bum then moving upwards. One of his hands slid down to stay at her buttocks while the other slowly crept up her side, it came to rest on the outer edge of one of her breasts. I watched him gently rubbing at the side of her breast with no objection on Sam's part, encouraged by this the guy let his hand slide over on top of her boob. Sam just let him do it, her lack of reaction made me feel light-headed, jealousy rose in me, but at the same time I discovered that I was also getting a little turned on by what I was seeing.
For the span of a couple of records my wife and this stranger stood swaying at the heart of the dance floor with his hands squeezing at her bum and boob. Then he leant down, Sam looked up at him and the next moment they were kissing, my mouth went dry as I wondered how far all this could go, but at the same time I felt the throb of arousal in my cock. A few minutes later their lips parted and Sam said something to him, he grinned at her then nodded, hand in hand they headed back to the table where Ruth seemed to be in a stupor. The guy sat down at the back of the booth with Ruth on his right side, Sam sat down on his left, leant across and nudged Ruth who jerked upright, focussed her eyes then grinned. For a while the three of them just seemed to be chatting, joking and laughing, it appeared that things were cooling down. Only appearances can be deceptive, I noticed that from time to time Sam was shuffling in her seat and giving the guy an odd look, once she even made some low comment to him that made him grin. It was then that I noticed that only one of the guy's hands was visible, he had to be doing something with his other hand and I looked around to see if there was any way I could see what was going on. I noticed a sort of raised level above and to the left of their table, from there I knew I would be able to see everything that happened at the table, both above and below it.
Quickly I made my way to this raised level and edged over to the low guard rail, leaning on the rail I sipped at my now warm beer while looking down at the booth where my wife was sitting. From this position I could now see what the guys hidden hand was up to, and it was certainly up to something. Sam's dress had opened as she had sat down, the material slipping to either side of her legs, it was one of the reasons that it was one of my favourite dresses for her to wear, no matter how many time she would pull it closed it would slip open as long as she remained sitting, now someone other than me was trying to take advantage of this. His hand was resting on her leg just above her knee, he seemed to be stroking his hand in little circles while my wife sat there letting him do it. As I watched his hand crept higher up her leg until it came to the top of her stockings, I held my breath as his hand crept over the stocking top and onto bare skin. It was as his hand stroked her bare skin that my wife reacted, reaching down she took his hand and slid it back down to her knee; she made some comment to which he grinned, but I noticed that he was still rubbing his hand in small circles on her leg. Above the table he reached for a glass and seemed to be proposing a toast, Ruth was giggling as she sipped at a drink, the guy downed his drink in one then looked at Sam challenging her to match his action. My wife grinned then downed her drink, all three of them laughed then seemed to settle down to talking, but from my vantage point I could see his hand start to edge slowly upwards once again.
I was distracted by a sudden influx of people into the club, it was as though a coach had dropped all it's passengers and the noise level went up instantly. In moments every booth was filled with people and the only free seats left were at the table where my wife was sitting, no-one seemed to want them at that time though. Turning my attention back to my wife I saw that the guys hand had already reached the top of her stocking and seemed to be just hovering there making slow, yet firm circular motions. Ruth and Sam were leaning forward talking about something they both seemed to find amusing, but the guy leant forward and they had to lean back to carry on talking behind his back. I'll say this for the fellah he had timing, he waited while the two girls really got engaged in their conversation then slid his hand a little further up Sam's leg, she was so engrossed in her conversation with Ruth that she didn't seem to notice that he had gone 'out of bounds'. Nor did he press this advantage immediately, still moving slowly his hand rubbed her thigh in small circles for a long couple of minutes before sliding up a little further. Over the space of ten minutes he edged his hand further upwards until he was almost touching my wife's miniscule panties, once again I held my breath and waited for his next move. His hand slid up and sideways to come to rest directly over Sam's pussy, her thighs shut around his hand and she looked at him sharply. Ruth must have asked what was wrong, I don't know what Sam answered but Ruth grinned, tried to peek under the table then laughed some sort of reply to my wife. Sam gave a wry smile back then said something to the man, he grinned and reached with his free hand for another drink while his other hand lay trapped between Sam's thighs. All three of them drank then laughed as they put the empty glasses on the table, Sam was looking around the club, though for some reason it didn't occur to her to look up. She made a comment and shook her head, the guy laughed and Ruth seemed to curl up in amusement, then I saw Sam relax her legs a little, not much, but enough for the guy to start sliding his hand up and down on her slit.
As I saw this my cock became hard and uncomfortable in the confines of my clothes, to find myself being turned on by what I was seeing was a major surprise to me. The beer in my hand was totally forgotten as I watched my wife's legs part a little wider and the man's hand move more firmly on her panties. Before long he was pressing hard enough for the thin material of her panties to slide between her pussy lips and I saw her give a wriggle as his fingers wandered along her slit. Ruth seemed amused by all this, not that she could see what was happening, but I think she knew what Sam was letting this stranger do to her. As the minutes passed the man grew even bolder, his hand would rub at one particular spot for a space of time before moving on to another spot then moving back to the first spot, I knew that under those two areas lay Sam's pussy hole and her clit. There was no doubt at all that his actions were exciting my wife, even from where I was stood I could see the dampness of her pussy juices soaking through her flimsy panties. Then this stranger took things a step further, his hand traced the edge of Sam's panties, which, since that garment was now pressed into her pussy, also meant that he was tracing the inner edge of her outer pussy lips. Sam squirmed in her seat but did nothing to stop his actions, encouraged by this I watched the man slip a finger under the material and watched the bulge of her panties as he wormed a finger into her obviously wet hole. My wife gave a little start, looked the guy in the eyes then said something to him, his reply was accompanied by a wave of his free hand at the club and I guessed he was answering with something along the line that he couldn't do much here. My wife looked around the now crowded club then back at him, laughing she shook her head and let her legs open a little further. The man laughed and slipped another finger under the material of her panties, although all I could see was the moving bulge in her panties I knew he was finger-fucking her using two fingers. Then he leant over and said something close to Sam's ear, she turned her head and looked at him as though he were crazy, her lips clearly forming the word 'no', the guy gave a shrug, grinned and carried on fingering her at a faster pace.
More people seemed to be cramming into the club, all unaware of the seduction going on in one of the booths. The man was a smooth operator, he had clearly wanted my wife to do something, but he was content to let her get more excited before trying again. And Sam was indeed getting more excited, I saw her eyelids flickering as small bursts of pleasure washed over her from the actions of this man's fingers. Before long I could see that she was hovering on the edge of an orgasm and was biting her lip to hold back the cries of bliss that were bubbling in her throat, at this the man leant over and spoke to her again. Whatever he was asking of her Sam replied in the negative again, only this time with a lot less conviction and when he spoke again a few minutes later her response was barely a shake of the head. With the patience of a cat at a mouse-hole this man with my wife carried on fingering her pussy, his pace seemed to have slowed and it came to me that he was keeping her hovering on the edge of an orgasm until she agreed to whatever it was he was asking her to do. That agreement came only minutes later, as Sam squirmed and leant back in her seat breathing heavily the man spoke again, her head came up and she looked at him through eyes glazed with excitement, he repeated his words and my wife nodded her head in weak agreement. To my utter amazement Sam lifted herself in her seat, reached down and as his hand moved from her pussy she slid her panties off and gave them to the man who openly sniffed the crotch before putting them in his jacket pocket. I think my mouth was hanging open as she settled back in the chair, spread her legs and let this stranger have full access to her pussy. Nor was he slow to gain access, I had an unobstructed view of two of his fingers sliding into her pussy while his thumb stretched up to her clit. Moments later his plunging fingers had Sam on the edge of an orgasm and seemed intent on driving her over the edge.
Suddenly Ruth leant over and said something, I followed the direction her eyes were looking and saw a group of five people approaching the table. They asked something and the man seemed to reply in the positive while below the table his fingers lay still in my wife's pussy. The group began to sit down at the table and I half blessed them yet half cursed them for arriving to end the scene below me. There seemed to be only room for four of the group to sit, one of them was resigned to standing when the guy with my wife said something to her. She looked at him, looked at the group then nodded agreement to whatever it was he'd said, a moment later she stood up and her dress fell back into place to hide her naked pussy. Her next action was to sit on the stranger's lap facing the table, he used his hands to manoeuvre her legs to either side of his then leant back to let her lean against his chest while the newcomers shuffled to make room for the last member of their group. Her dress had of course slipped open again, but as the group started talking it seemed clear that no-one other than my wife, the man she was with and I were aware of this.
Sure that events had come to an end I prepared to make my way down to my wife, but as I started to straighten I saw a movement on her leg. Stunned I saw the man's hand slide up her thigh to her pussy, in a second he had worked two fingers into her and was finger-fucking her slowly. Sam looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide with surprised arousal, he grinned at her unspoken plea for him to stop and carried on at a faster pace. Resigned to what was happening Sam let herself lean forward in an effort to hide what was happening from the others at the table. A waitress brought a round of drinks and they all drank, including Sam who through her growing arousal was still attempting to act as though nothing untoward were happening. I felt both annoyed at this man's actions, especially as the man sitting beside them could see what was happening if he turned his head just a little, and aroused by them. Even as these feelings ran through me I could see my wife biting her lip then leaning her head forward, and I knew that she was on the verge of climaxing. The group of strangers seemed oblivious to what was happening, chatting and laughing away while Sam began to visibly shake in their midst.
Shaking my head I decided that enough was enough, even though I was excited by what I was watching it was time to end Sam's exciting humiliation. I actually began to straighten up in preparation for moving from the rail to join the group when I saw something that made me freeze in my tracks. My wife's 'partner' had moved his hand from her pussy, grasping her waist he had lifted her a little, pulled the back of her dress from between them then guided her back down onto his lap. Sam's eyes went wide in surprise and she seemed to be trying to rise again, her hair fluffed out as she twisted her head round sharply and said something to the man behind her. He grinned and pulled her firmly down onto his lap, Sam's eyes went even wider and her mouth opened in an 'O'. What the hell was going on?
I soon found out what was going on when the stranger leant back in his seat and pulled Sam back against his chest. My wife's hands rested on the table top as she was pulled back, her dress skirt slipping open again to reveal her pussy and the cock that was pushed deep into it. Sam twisted around and said something to the man, but he grinned then humped his groin upward which made her bite her lip again. At this point I know I should have gone down to the table and ended what was happening, but I couldn't seem to move. Nor, it seemed, could my wife, she sat motionless with this stranger's cock pushed into her cunt while he held her waist firmly. Around the table the newcomers were looking out to the dance floor and talking, yet I expected that they would realise something was going on at any second. Ruth, who knew what was happening between my wife and this stranger, was staring at Sam's exposed pussy then looking around the room like a startled deer. When the group that had joined them moved Ruth actually gave a start, it was a relief to me to see the newcomers move away from the table still unaware of what was happening to my wife.
As soon as the group had gone my wife spoke sharply over her shoulder and tried to rise, but the man was holding her firmly in place on his cock. Strangely he was not moving in her, just sitting motionless while Sam spoke to him. Whatever Sam said had no more effect on the man than to make him grin, from where I stood I could see her face go from excited anger to excited pleading, but this man clearly had no intention of doing anything other than what he wanted. As though in defeat Sam looked forward, her head dropped down as she tried to lean away from the man, he said something and her head came up sharply. She shook her head, the man spoke again and she shook her head again, then he said something else and Sam looked around the room as though in horror. Still shaking her head she spoke to him over her shoulder, I could see her face clearly and there were tears bubbling up in her eyes, she looked desperate. The man laughed and responded with something and ended with what looked to be 'do it', my wife faced front again, looked down at the table and then slowly raised herself on his cock. I felt a moment of relief thinking that she was being let get off the man's cock, but that relief turned to a gasp of dismay when Sam reversed direction and slid down on his meat again. As she began to rise and fall on his cock it came to me what this man had told her to do, to fuck him! He was virtually raping her yet he was somehow getting her to do all the work, the bastard was sitting back in his seat with a look of triumph on his face as my wife began to fuck him in earnest. It was that look that snapped me out of my paralysis.
As I jerked upright Ruth looked up at the gallery, her eyes went wide with panic and she said something to the man. I was moving away so didn't see what his reaction was, but a moment later I was downstairs and heading for the table like a destroyer under full steam. Ruth saw me approaching and spoke to them again, the man glanced my way then said something that made Ruth's jaw drop, but it also spurred her to her feet and across the floor to intercept me.
"Dan!" Ruth spoke over the music as she stopped right in front of me. "What a surprise seeing you..."
"I'll deal with you later!" I angrily cut her short. "Now get out of my way!"
Pushing her aside I continued on to the table where Sam was still fucking the man, she had her eyes closed and was unaware of my presence, I could see the shivers of orgasmic bliss running through her body. Behind her the man had his eyes half closed as though in ecstasy and even as I drew to a stop at the table he was pulling Sam down hard on his cock, his body seemed to shudder and I knew that I was too late, this stranger was filling my wife's cunt with his cum. Leaning over the table I grasped Sam under the armpits and bodily pulled her off the man, across the table and dropped her to the floor, her surprised scream had heads turning in our direction. The man was staring up at me with both surprise at my action and a little fear from the realisation that this time he may have to pay for his pleasure.
"Hey man," he said trying to smile in a friendly way, "it was just a bit of fun. Anyway, she was the one that led me..."
"Not one more word!" I hissed down at him. "Now get up, you and I are going to have a little 'conversation' outside."
His eyes went wide and I knew that the man was basically a coward at heart, he shook his head and looked around as though for help. I felt hands gripping my arm, looking to the side I saw my wife, tears streaming from her eyes looking at me in horror, shame and guilt.
"Please Dan," she pleaded, "don't, for my sake, please."
Wordlessly I shook her off and looked at the man, out of the corner of my eye I saw club bouncers heading towards us, but they were too far off to stop anything.
"On your feet you bastard," I spat at the man, "or I'll come across that table at you."
I think he thought he'd make a break for it, he nodded as though in compliance, slid around the booth then bolted like a frightened rabbit. Sam had gripped my arm again, but I shook her off and stalked after the running man, even through my anger I was amused by the fact that the bastard was so intent on escaping that he'd neglected to put his cock away. People were staring as he went past then laughing and pointing, the laughter tended to fade as I walked past them and I think the look on my face even made the bouncers pause for thought. Ahead of me the man was just leaving the club, despite his running I was only a short distance behind him, the gap closed even more when he looked over his shoulder, saw me still coming and tripped over his own feet in surprise. Sam was grabbing my arm again, pleading with me not to make any more of a scene, begging me to stop, to take her home, but I ignored her and once again shook her off as I stepped outside. When I got outside the man had reached his car, but in his haste to get away he was all thumbs, he dropped his keys twice as I approached and by the time he managed to get the key in the lock it was too late, I was right behind him.
"Shit, the bitch isn't worth this!" he squealed as I twisted him around to face me. "Come on man, she was doing all the chasing, not me, take it out on her!"
"I'll deal with her later." I said icily. "But you are first. Time you learnt that everything comes with a price, especially fucking around with other men's wives and girlfriends."
I'm not a violent person by nature, but I had planned on putting his teeth down his throat, but the sight of his now limp and sorry looking cock dangling out the front of his trousers made too tempting a target. His screech of pain when I kicked him hard and full in the groin must have been heard for miles, he doubled up with his hands grasping his groin and throwing up. Turning away from him I found myself facing my wife who was staring in horror at what I had done, her face white and frightened. Behind her, clustered around the club entrance, a crowd of people, including the club bouncers were staring at the tableaux my wife, the man and I now presented. Ruth appeared at Sam's side looking pale, shaken and totally sober, for a moment my eyes met Sam's, there were many things in the depths of her eyes, but fear and shame seemed to be the foremost of them. It struck me that my wife had never seen me mad enough to hit anyone, she was crying and seemed unsure of what to do.
"Not a word." I said quietly as she opened her mouth to say something. "Not one fucking word!"
Looking around I spotted a taxi and waved it down, when it stopped beside us I opened the door and signalled my wife and her friend to get in. I told the driver to head for the road where I'd left my car and sat back in stony silence, beside me I could hear my wife sobbing, but it just didn't seem to pierce the anger and disgust I was feeling. The anger was with the stranger, my wife, with her friend Ruth and at myself, but the disgust was all aimed at myself since I knew I could have stopped things going as far as they had if I'd moved instead of standing there and watching like some voyeuristic pervert. It didn't take long to get back to my car, I had the women get in the back while I sat up front alone. The sobbing of my wife behind me did nothing to affect me, I'd never felt so angry before, or so disgusted. Driving almost dangerously fast I headed to Ruth's home, dropped her off then drove home. Twice on that short trip from Ruth's place to our home my wife tried to speak to me, both times I cut her off curtly and it only occurred to me later that she had been feeling terrified of me at that point in time, in all our years together she had never seen me this way.
When we finally got home I left Sam clambering out of the car and stormed into the house, I made a beeline for the drinks cabinet, grabbed a bottle of scotch and drank a mouthful straight from the bottle. The strong, bitter liquid made me cough, I heard the front door close and after another large swallow of the fiery liquid I turned to see my wife standing just inside the living room door. Sam was looking at me fearfully, though I had never struck her in the past I think she was certain that I was about to do so.
"Dan?" She said hesitantly.
"Just shut up." I said quietly.
The fire of my anger was fading as the scotch heated it's way to my stomach, a third swallow and I felt calm enough to try and deal with the situation if not calmly then at least sensibly. When I looked at my wife again she had closed the gap between us, her pale face was only a few feet away from me and I could clearly see each tear that formed in her eyes to flow down her cheeks.
"Dan I'm..." she started to speak.
"Don't say anything," I interrupted her, "right now I don't want to hear the apologies or excuses. I feel betrayed Sam, that hurts."
"Dan, no, it..." she tried to cut in.
"Be quiet!" I silenced whatever it was she was going to say. "Don't say anything until I'm finished. As I've already said Sam, I feel betrayed, and yes, as mad as hell about what happened, but that's not the worst of it."
Taking a swallow of scotch I sucked in a deep breath and went on.
"I feel disgusted," I said in a monotone "and mainly with myself. I saw you at Bertali's, I watched you dancing with that bastard and even let you get out of the place with him. I followed you to the other place and watched everything that happened. I could have stopped it, I should have stopped it, but I just watched like a pervert while you... you gave yourself to the bastard like a bitch in heat!"
"Dan no!" Sam cried despite my warning to her that she should remain silent. "It wasn't like that, please darling you must believe me, it wasn't like that at all!"
"Don't call me darling, not now, maybe never again." I muttered.
Sam gave a gasping cry at those words, the tears flowed as though from a waterfall as she came right up to me to look at my face pleadingly.
"Please don't say that Dan, oh god please don't say it." She sobbed. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen. If you saw us then you know I tried to stop it."
"Yes, I saw just how hard you tried." I replied. "One shout would have ended it all, but you didn't shout out, you could have asked that group that joined you to help, you could have got Ruth to get a bouncer, but you did none of those things. Why was that? Did you really want to stop it Sam?"
Sam looked at me with guilt, shame and despair, but said nothing.
"Well?" I snapped at her. "Did you want to stop it or not?"
"No," she finally answered in a voice so low it was barely audible, "not at first..."
"Shit!" I cursed and took another swallow of scotch. "Fuck it!"
"Dan, please, let me..." she wept.
"Explain?" I interrupted. "How do you explain what I fucking saw?"
"Dan, I can't make any excuse other than I was drunk by the time Steve joined us." Sam sobbed out. "You were so late I thought you weren't going to make it, then I met Ruth and Mary. We got to drinking and talking, pretty soon we were half cut and the talk was getting hotter. That's when Steve appeared, I swear all he did was buy us drinks and dance with us all at first."
"Bloody hell," I muttered when she stopped "get on with it."
"He... he bought us drinks and danced with all of us," Sam sobbed and looked down at the floor "after a while he sort of touched us all up. Dan, I swear I never meant to lead him on or anything, it was just... just that the drink was getting to me... and the evening was... and all the talk of sex with the girls..."
"For god's sake, make some sort of sense!" I exploded "Why did you go to the other place with him when you knew I'd look for you at Bertali's before going home?"
Sam jumped at my sharp words, took a deep breath and tried to carry on.
"Please Dan, this is hard enough already." She wailed "I was mad at you for not turning up and... and I was just going to enjoy the evening with Ruth and Mary."
"Jesus!" I spat out. "And when Mary left?"
"Ruth was with me," Sam replied with a sob, "and Steve seemed to be okay."
"By that," I muttered "you mean he knew how to touch you up."
Sam suddenly turned away from me sobbing loudly, her voice sounded strangely distant as she spoke.
"I admit it," she said, "I did enjoy being touched."
Then she spun to face me, her eyes looking straight into mine.
"But I swear Dan, I swear that was all I intended to happen. Just a little fun, a little dancing and flirting. When he suggested we go to the other club I wasn't sure, but Ruth was keen and I went along with her, God how I wish I hadn't!"
"Go on." I said feeling suddenly drained of all emotion.
"At the other place we drank even more," Sam sobbed out "Ruth was so out of it that she could barely stand and I felt sort of fuzzy, as though I was watching instead of experiencing. Steve got bolder and I just couldn't seem to summon the will to protest much. When we sat back in the booth I was horny, so damned horny and... damn it... he was so smooth about it all."
"Or you were so easy." I commented. "Just a little slut out for a night of fun."
That started the waterworks going into overtime again, but at that moment I didn't give a damn how much my words hurt her.
"Please Dan, I'm sorry. I wish I could make it all un-happen." She sobbed out. "I never wanted things to go so far, you have to believe me. I love you Dan, I'd never want to do anything to hurt you, and you have to know that."
"I thought I knew it," I responded, "but I don't know anymore. After what I saw I really don't know anymore."
"But what?" I snapped. "You tell me you love me, but you seem to want to be off 'flirting' instead of coming home to see if I was home. Hell you made no effort at all to call me on my mobile, what the fuck do you expect me to think?"
Sam shook her head.
"I don't know why I didn't call," she cried "I can only blame it on being drunk and mad at you."
"Finish your fucking story." I muttered taking another swallow of scotch.
The scotch was really hitting home by this time, I felt light headed and depressed, but at the same time I was getting turned on again remembering all the things I'd seen this man Steve doing to my wife. Of course as soon as I began to feel horny again I felt the disgust with myself rising again.
"When he started to touch my leg it was just a game," Sam spoke in a low strained voice "it caught me out to find his hand on my pussy. When I closed my legs and told him he shouldn't be doing it he made a joke of it all, I know I should have made an issue of it, but somehow it didn't seem that big a thing. Then if started to feel good and I... I just sort of relaxed, please Dan, I can't explain why I did that."
She looked at me as though expecting me to make some sort of response, but I said nothing.
"It all seemed to happen like in a dream," Sam went on at last "he did things to me and the only protests I could seem to make were weak ones."
"I noticed." I commented. "So why'd you take you panties off when he asked? Wanted to make it easier for him to do you?"
"No!" she cried. "Dan please, it wasn't like that, why won't you believe me?"