Chapter 7: A Misunderstanding

Before anyone can say anything more, a hand gets wrapped around my wife and she is forcefully made to turn, spilling the drink. In an instant I see a huge man kissing my wife. When my wife turned a half circle, the dress rolled up to her waist, revealing her whole big ass to the bar.

Like me, she must be in shock for a few seconds as I don’t see her resisting. But I am looking from behind so I am not sure.

“Stop” I hear her say. I would have preferred if she had screamed.

“Don’t worry baby! I will pay whatever your rate is” he says.

“I am not a whore...” my wife starts to yell seemingly more offended than she does the kiss “ahhhhhhh...” I hear my wife’s voice.

is that a moan?

“Stop”, she says in a strained voice. I realize I can’t see his other hand and her dress has rolled up.

“Let go of my wife”, I say to stop him. He looks at me for the first time. He is at least a foot bigger than me and his hand is filled with rock-like muscles. He gives me a look that says I will kill you.

“Ahhhhhh ... stop” my wife says again.

“L ... L ... Let ... Go ... Please” I start to stutter.

He starts kissing my wife’s neck.

“Let go” I hear another male voice saying. And then his hands are pulled away from my wife. I guess everyone on the opposite side of the bar should be getting a view of my wife’s pussy.

She immediately grabs the dress and pulls it down, the dress slips from the top like before. Now everyone should be getting a view o my wife’s breasts.

She starts to pull the dress up slowly, carefully this time. All the while. I could see the men looking intently toward her body.

“Are you okay?” Ramesh, one of the bikers, asks my wife.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the guy who was kissing my wife asks.

“You know the rules. No rape inside the club,” someone else replies.

“I was just rubbing her pussy ... I was going to pay her ... and she was wet” he says in one go.

“I am not a prostitute” I hear my wife say flatly.

“Don’t worry! We will take care of this!” Ramesh and two-three other bikers drag the guy to a distance.

My wife finally turns towards me. For a split second, I think I saw her with a smile but I was mistaken. She is a little upset but I don’t think she is as upset as she should be. There is no mistaking her hardened nipples.

“Are you aroused?” I ask surprised looking at her nipples.

“What! No of course not! My body reacted like a reflex. I don’t have any control!” She says very fast.

She looks at me. I realize I didn’t do anything besides stutter to let my wife go.

“I am sorry” I start to say.

“I know, some men are assholes,” she says casually and starts looking around. She doesn’t seem upset.

“No, I meant I couldn’t do anything. I don’t know wh...”

She interrupts “Don’t worry about that. He would have killed you like a fly” she says matter of factly. “His bicep was twice the size of your waist” she adds. She seems to be fantasizing. She notices me and gets startled a bit. “I mean it’s good you just stood there, otherwise you would be in a hospital,” she says cheerfully.

I am thunderstruck at her reaction. I want this nightmare to end.