I've been married seven years to my Sue and although we come from the same small town and went to the same school, we didn't really connect until we went to Leeds University. After we graduated we got married and we both took jobs with the same local company. Unfortunately this was a hundred miles away from our homes. We drove back to see our families quite often but not as often as we would like. So when an opening came up in the hometown branch we took it like a shot. Not only were we now close to our parents but to our old school friends as well.
I had taken up golf and I joined the local club, there I played regularly with some of my oldest friends. One weekend we were one short and Giles joined us; he was someone I had heard about but never actually met before. He was two years ahead of me at school and had a bad reputation. Stories about wild parties circulated, where vast amounts of booze and drugs were taken, but I suspected it was all down to a few jealous people who hadn't been invited.
During the round we chatted about common friends and we got on very well, so well in fact that it became a regular fixture. I found out, over the following months that he owned his own media company making adverts for TV and quite successful he appeared to be too. It became common for him to invite me back to his place, he never married apparently but there never seemed to be a shortage of young girls in his life, not that I met any of them.
He lived in a large house with a heated pool at the back. One hot Sunday afternoon we were having a drink around his pool and I was thinking it was about time I was going home but before I did I wanted to use the bathroom.
"Through there," he pointed vaguely, and soon I found myself in his inner sanctum, his study. One wall was completely covered by video boxes as testament, if one was needed to his success. I turned to leave when a name sprang out at me, 'Susan Prince'.
My wife's Sue's maiden name was Prince, my hand hovered over the tape box, but I turned and walked out leaving the tape where it was. At the door Giles met me.
"Took a wrong turn somewhere," I said apologetically.
"Yeah mate, it's just through here," he said drunkenly. After we had relieved ourselves, we went back outside. Now I had seen that name I wanted to stay on. Half of me wanted to ask him about it, but I just couldn't.
Two more drinks and he was snoring. At last I built up enough courage to go back and check again, to make sure I had seen what I thought I had seen. Yes there it was, a video box with my wife name on it. In a small town like ours there could only be one Susan Prince surely.
With shaking hands I pulled the video down from the shelf and took the tape from it's box. Written on it were the words, 'Susan Prince June 1990'. If it were my Susan that would make her seventeen, she wouldn't have been eighteen until that September. Now I was stuck in a dilemma, I desperately wanted to view the tape in my hands but how could I, could I steal it from my friend or should I ask him if I could borrow it. In the end my good nature won out and I replaced the box with its tape still inside, on the shelf.
Some weeks later I got around to mentioning the wall of videos in his study.
"Oh them," he chuckled, "a life time collection. When I first started I took any job I could; one of the first was duping porno tapes at a fiver a go. Kept the company afloat; I've kept copies of all of them in my collection.
"What about the tapes with hand written labels?" I asked.
"Oh them, well when I was younger I was just a bit wild," he chuckled again, "had myself a great time especial with the ladies. That lot are some of my past girlfriends."
"Oh," was all I said.
"Yeah, I'll bet there's some names up there that you remember too," he said. "Come on let's go and look," he suggested. "Right, there's Jane Bridges, she was Head Girl in my final year," he said, "good name for her Head Girl, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah sure," I said.
"Yeah she still about," he said, "I bump into her now and again. Now here we have Susan Prince, she went off to university somewhere, don't know where she is now. Lovely girl if a bit stingy on the sex side. Oh my here's Petra Davies, God I saw her the other day, she must weigh fifteen stone."
"Must be good leverage for a bit of the old sexual blackmail," I said.
"Well I'll suppose," he mused, "but who wants to fuck some flabby thirty year old when there's all those tight teenage bodies out there."
"So what's on the tapes then?" I asked.
"All sorts of things," he chuckled, "our Head Girl is giving me and some mates some head."
"Wow, I'll like to see that," I said, "I always fancied her from afar."
"Sure no problem," he said, "in fact you can do me a favour, I've got to go abroad for a week soon, perhaps you can house sit for me, you know water the plants."
"Sure," I confirmed, my heart beating wildly.
"Any tape you want to look at be my guest," he said off hand.
The days past slowly, I told Sue that I was house sitting for a golf buddy but I didn't mention his name. At last I turned the key and I was all alone in his house. First things first, I watered all the plants and checked all around, then I stood in front of the wall of tapes. I knew which tape I wanted to view first but I bottled out and took down the Jane Bridge's tape. In the study was a TV and tape set up so I popped the tape in and sat down with the remote in my hand.
The scene started with Jane and a couple of guys, who looked vaguely familiar, went to the same school I wouldn't bet; they all looked very drunk. Jane kept telling Giles to stop taping while she fought off both guys but in a half hearted way as if she had done this all before, and as far as I know she probably had. Eventually her head was in the lap of one guy and bobbing on his hard cock, while Giles made comments from behind the camera.
I pushed the stop button, as much I as wanted to see the rest of the tape I was now ready to see Sue's. I pushed it into the machine and pushed play. She looked years younger than I remembered her looking. Her hair was long and she was a lot thinner. She was standing between two guys, one I recognised from the previous tape but the other was a new comer. If Jane was drunk in the previous tape, Sue was almost out on her feet; in fact I sure she would have fallen down if the two guys weren't holding her up. I wanted to turn the tape off, I knew it was my own sweet wife on the screen but a big part of me wanted to continue. As I watched, one guy was kissing Sue while guy number two was giving her breasts a going over. Guy number two was now working behind her simple dress, pulling her zip down I guessed and I was right for almost immediately her dress fell to the floor leaving her in her bra and panties. I could see that she was struggled a bit at this point but not too much, she was too far gone to put up much resistance. Next her bra was off and I could see her pert breasts, they were smaller than I remembered them and a lot smaller that they are now.
I pushed the stop button, I needed a break, this was altogether too much for me. I found the drink's cabinet and poured myself a strong one. Suitably fortified I returned to the study and pressed play. I watched as her panties were lowered to the floor and then she was manhandled to the sofa. I could hear Giles issuing instructions to his two cohorts as they invaded her drunken body.
The tape rewound and I just sat there, my pretty innocent wife had been well and truly fucked by all three of them, yes I know she was drunk or on something stronger, but she was mine. If Giles had walked in at that moment I think I would have killed him, my blood was up so much. I couldn't leave and face her at home so I just sat there and tried to cool down. I told myself that this was something long, long ago, before she had met me properly and became mine. It's not as if she said she was a virgin and come to that I had a few girls before her too. Yes I knew all that but this was something all together different, something unclean. I wondered how many guys had seen this tape and lusted after her, wanked themselves watching her being double-teamed on that sofa. Giles hadn't after all objected to me watching it, so there's no reason for him to not let others.
I think that image of her lying naked on her back, with guy number one thrusting between her spread thighs while guy number two was thrusting into her mouth will be burned into my brain forever. Of course it didn't end there, after guy number one had finished, guy number two took his place between her legs and Giles came out from behind the camera and took his place by her head. Her ordeal took over two hours to complete as each guy took his place at one end of her or the other until none of them could get hard any more. At last I had cooled down enough to go home, she was just as I had left her some four hours and what seemed a life time ago. She smiled the same smile, kissed me hello and brought me my supper. But I now knew she had been involved in a gang bang all those years ago. I wanted to strike out and hurt her, make her suffer for betraying me even though I knew she hadn't. I couldn't leave it, I had to watch it all again and this time I took some spare tapes with me and I made copies of all the tapes I wanted. There were twelve altogether; some of the girls I recognised straightaway, others just look familiar.
"How did it go?" asked Giles when he had returned, "no problems."
"No, everything was fine," I replied.
.... There is more of this story ...