Bailey was excited. It had been a long road to get where she was. She had married late in life. She was thirty when she married one of her older professors. She had started her family soon after. Her daughter, Thumper, was a planned addition. Bailey had felt secure in the beginning of her marriage.
Bailey had been very insecure in high school. She had been tall and gangly as a fourteen year old. Her success on the track and cross country team got her lots of scholarships to college, but did not translate to popularity. At the age of fourteen, she was knobby kneed and flat chested. Her long reddish brown hair, green eyes and large wire rimmed glasses didn't help.
Over her college years, Bailey slowly blossomed. Her flat chest slowly rounded out; not huge, but to tantalizing medium sized melons that did not bounce when she ran. With the thin sports bra, her long-stemmed pink nipples left little doubt that she was a full-fledged woman. Her long slender tanned and toned legs started out with very narrow ankles, calves that had a nice shape and muscles that shaped back in above the knee and bulged at the back of her thighs when she ran. Her butt tensed and relaxed like a cheetah. There was no "woman-waggle" that the runway models use. She ran on the balls of her feet and her arms did not cross in front of her. Her signature long French braid flipped in circles as she ran.
Even her arms had an erotic flair to them. When she wore a short top or just the sports bra her abdominal muscles rippled to reflect the runner that she was.
For whatever reason, she was never very popular. Maybe she was just too focused on her studies; trying to get by on a track scholarship that required twenty miles of interval training six days a week, and trying to get dual degrees in Social Anthropology and Archaeology in five years.
One of the few men to show an interest in her was Joe, her History Professor. He had been divorced on grounds of being a wimp. "Grand Whimpiness may have been the legal term. He was a man who dwelled on his profession of gaining and keeping his tenure at a prominent school. He gave low scores on technical papers for awkward grammar and spelling. He was the kind of professor who would give a bad score if your name was not on the correct side of the term paper.
Bailey did not have a long list of past relationships to compare him to. She had come from a small farming community and had been very insecure on a large college campus. "She would eventually grow to love him." She thought after he proposed very early in their "relationship." They had not had sex or lived together before marriage. She had no idea what a torrid love affair felt like.
It could have been the difference in their age that drove them apart. It could have been that as her husband got older, his sex drive was diminishing. Bailey didn't care, but her husband did. It took more and more to arouse him.
First he started off by making requests that she dress more provocatively. This was bothersome to Bailey, but she looked good in everything he bought, so she was not objecting very much as long as it was private. Each time her husband came up with an idea, it enhanced their love life for several months.
Joe had bought her a dress from Forever Twenty One. It was a very short dress with a button front. The top was scooped low and did not cover her nipples. Joe would make her prepare supper for him when their daughter was away. Bailey thought this was cheaper than counseling, so she tried to humor him. The low dress kept him excited for several months.
Then he wanted to film the sessions. Bailey was a little more skeptical about that; but she was willing to give it a try; still believing that someday she would grow to love him. The films lasted several months. She got upset when he had transferred the cell phone videos to a CD and played it on their 54" flat screen. Never-the-less, she was struggling to get along with him.
Finally, he ordered her to put on the skimpy dress that he loved. She had done as he had asked. She had the long dark silk stockings that stopped just short of her crotch. She left off the panties as he ordered. She had long, high heeled black boots that zipped up the side and stopped just below her knees. Her nipples were concealed by a short, buttonless, sleeveless bolero.
He had ordered her to braid her long red hair into a French braid. She had the long double strand of pearls he had given her on their first anniversary. Her green eyes sparkled behind her wire rimmed glasses. Bailey was very apprehensive when he drove to the garment district, which had lots of new eating places and upscale stores.
She was very nervous when he got out of the car and escorted her down the street along a lot of neon "Peep Show Signs." They stopped in front of a very tasteful theatre. Once inside, it took her a while to adjust to the low light. Once inside, Bailey was impressed by the plush leather seats. Something seemed odd, though. It was a very small theatre. There was an aisle along the right side. There were about seven seats to a row. Joe had her sit on the seat by the aisle. He sat next to her. The row in front of them had two seats missing. That left about six feet or more between the front of her seat and the back of the seat in the next closest aisle.
When Bailey and Joe sat down, several of the men noticed and moved closer. Several men stood in the aisle with their backs leaning along the wall. Several men filled the row behind her. Several men filled the seats closest to her in the rows in front. "What the fuck is going on?" she wondered.
Joe leaned up against her and wrapped his right arm around her. It calmed Bailey down immensely to feel him up against her. "These men will know I am taken. They will leave me alone now." She thought to herself. Joe put his left hand on her lap. It was romantic. She was feeling good.
The movie was "Emmanuelle".
"Maybe this is what we need." She thought as Sylvia Krystal started to remove her soft linen nightgown. She snuggled against her husband. Joe grabbed her hand and brought it over to his crotch. Bailey froze. "What was going on?" she thought to herself. "Somebody is going to see us." She thought. She started to pull back. Joe grabbed her hand and put it against his belt.
Bailey tried to make eye contact with him in the faint light. "Is this what you really want?" she whispered. "I love you." He whispered back. Bailey knew he was outrageous. She knew that whatever she had to do with him would last several months. He would get charged up and be like a rabbit for a long time.
"O.K. I'll do it. Let's see how long this will be good for." She said to herself as she stared at the screen and unbuckled his pants. The men standing along the wall came closer. Bailey's hands started to shake as she forced herself to lower the zipper. The men were all watching; she knew it. He wanted them to be watched by strangers.
Like a zombie, Bailey moved her hand down the front of his briefs. She refused to fondle him; just left her cold hand on top of his penis. Joe reached up to her bolero. He tugged one side away from her, leaving her right pink nipple exposed. Bailey froze. They had to see. Even in this faint light, she could see every detail on the men close to her.
Joe grabbed her left hand. He guided it up to the top button. He grabbed her thumb and forefinger. He guided them to her top button. "Un-do it.' He whispered. Bailey looked at him to see if he was serious. The blood throbbed in her temples as she stared straight at the screen. Sylvia Krystal was in bed with several men, eating and screwing her while she fondled others. The movie seemed to be choreographed to be sending her a message. Bailey was dumbstruck. All of her course work in Social Anthropology had been focused on what people do and why they do it. Nothing in her course work ever covered anything like this. What was driving them? What was driving her? She wanted her marriage to work. She had a young daughter and no work skills yet. She saw herself in a "Fuck or walk." Situation. She was still dependent on her husband for an income; but what about this. She had to prove she loved him, she thought. I will do what I have to in order to boost his ego. Then everything will be o.k.
Bailey's heart raced as she reluctantly moved her fingers down the row of buttons. That was it. The dress parted. There it was; two bare long-stemmed pink nipples shining in the dark. Adding to the humiliation was that she had agreed during an intimate discussion to shave her labia. Now her shaved and un-tanned treasure shined like a beacon. Joe pressed his hands against her left leg to spread it farther from her other.
One of the men who had been sitting in the seat to her left in the row in front of her turned and approached her. Joe had his right hand around her shoulders at the back of her neck. He moved his left hand so that it was under her left knee. He raised his elbow so that her left knee was against her left shoulder. A man standing in the aisle to her right got down on his knees and did the same to her right knee. The man in front of her pressed his stubble against her vagina. She could feel his tongue lapping into her.
Bailey was devastated. "How could she get out of this?" her mind screamed. Another man in the aisle moved over to her. He took her right hand and wrapped it around his exposed penis. Another man came up to stand behind her on her right. She felt his left hand on the left side of her face. He used it to turn her face to her right. She could feel his hot pulsing shaft against her cheek.
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