Graham had left for work by the time I got up. Although I missed seeing him off, I was kind of relieved. I didn't know for sure what I would say to him after what had happened the night before, his birthday. I just can't believe I actually got on my knees and sucked a stranger. Yes, Graham put me in that position, but I didn't have to do as he said. I am not blaming him, I could have refused. I don't know, maybe I am upset because I had an orgasm while acting like some slut. I have never really thought about what it would be like for someone to completely control me. I guess the important thing is to make sure it never happens again. I know my husband isn't upset with me. If he were, he would have made sure I knew about it last night. We usually talk on the phone during lunch, so I will be able to test his mood then. In the meantime, I intend to spend all day cleaning so he will be pleased when he gets home.
When Graham got home, he took one look at the house and told me how beautiful it looked. Ha said he knew I must have spent all day working on it and felt like I needed a break. He told me to put on something nice, we were going out for a couple of drinks. I was thrilled. Not only did I realize he wasn't pissed at me, but we were also going to have a night out. I asked him where we were going and he told me he had been told about a nice place by one of the guys at work. His friend had said it wasn't a fancy, expensive place. Yet, it wasn't a seedy dump either. Graham put on a suit, my favorite shirt and tie, and I wore a dress that buttoned up the front. I did wear a bra and a pair of panties (I wasn't taking any chances tonight.). I know we didn't have really fine clothes, but what we had looked nice. We tried to take care of what we had.
When we drove up to the bar, I noticed there weren't many cars. That was fine with me. It would give the two of us a chance to talk without too many distractions. When we got inside I noticed only about three or four people, not including the bartender and waitress. I was kind of surprised they even had a waitress as slow as business was. We found a table toward the back, giving us plenty of privacy. The waitress seemed friendly, smiling as she took our order. As we sat drinking, we talked about a lot of different things. One thing we didn't talk about was "that" night. I didn't want to push Graham, knew he would bring the subject up when he was ready. I was enjoying myself too much to cause him to be upset.
We had been there for about an hour when I heard the front door open and loud conversation coming from the entrance room. Soon, about seven or eight young people came in. By young, I mean in their early to mid twenties. I finally got a good look at them and saw there were four guys and three girls. They hadn't been there very long before three more came in and joined the earlier group. They looked as though they were good friends, laughing and joking together. I got a pretty good look at them and noticed they were dressed pretty much the same. The seven guys had suits and ties identical. The three girls all wore the same plaid skirts and white blouses. Their language was very foul, loud and rude. The waitress came over to take our drink order said that our new customers were students at an exclusive private college not far from here. She said they came in often and make a pest of themselves every time. The waitress, Vicki, told me she hated to wait on them because they thought they were privileged, and never left a good tip. We laughed and commented that must be how the wealthy remained wealthy.
Graham noticed a pool table in the corner. He asked me if I wanted to shoot a game with him. I am not very good, I stink in fact, but it was a chance to do something with my husband. We took our drinks and went over to the table. The first two games I lost, the third I won. I knew Graham had let me win, but that is one reason I love him. While I was racking the balls for the next game, several of the young guys came over to watch. About half-way through the game, all of their friends came over and joined them. They made me very nervous and I could tell Graham wasn't pleased either. They were very loud, making obscene comments whenever I took a turn. I tried not to let it bother me, but it was obvious they were getting to me. One of the guys put some money on the table and called the next game. My husband was upset enough that he scratched the eight ball, making me the winner.
The guy that put the money on the table introduced himself as Dennis, said he guessed he would be playing me. As he picked up a cue, Graham said we were just getting ready to leave. As he started to walk over to me, two of the guys stepped in front of him and blocked his way. The three girls giggled, and made some sort of obscene comment. About that time the bartender came around the corner and asked if there was a problem. I saw one of the guys pick up a beer bottle and hit the bartender on the forehead. He then reached down and picked up the bar keys. He walked to the front. I assumed he locked the door and when he returned he had Vicki by the arm and shoved her toward Graham and me. Dennis said we owed him a game of pool and we were not going to leave until we had played. One of the guys shoved Vicki and Graham down in chairs and ordered them not to move.
Dennis told me to rack the balls. I was shaking as I did as he said. I looked at Graham and saw he was furious. I was thankful he didn't push matters, as there were far too many of them to take on. I watched as he glared at Dennis, and I hoped he would continue to keep quiet. As I was trying to shoot, I kept hearing the three girls giggling. Once, I overheard one of them remark that my clothes were really tacky. She said I must have gotten them from a homeless shelter and that my husband wasn't dressed much better. A couple of their friends agreed and said I looked like an ordinary street beggar. After Dennis had made several shots in a row, he really began to get cocky. On the next shot I watched as the eight ball went into one of the side pockets, giving me the game. All of his friends started to laugh, telling him he had gotten beat by a common trollop. Dennis turned red with rage. He glared at me and then turned to Graham. My husband had the common sense to remain stone-faced. All was quiet in the bar. I saw the bartender try to get up off the floor. One of the guys helped him up and shoved him into a chair beside Graham and Vicki.
Dennis was staring down at the floor. I could tell he was trying to calm down when one of the girls said she couldn't believe I was going to get away with making Dennis look like a fool. He slowly raised his head and looked at me in the eyes. He said there was no way I was going to get away with anything. He told some of his friends to tie Graham and the bartender to the chairs so they couldn't move. I saw a couple of the guys go into the back room and come out with some rope. Graham tried to get up but was pushed back down. In just a few minutes both he and the bartender were tied tightly to the chairs. One of the girls started gagging him and the bartender. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I knew I was alone. Dennis said to get Vicki and one of the men grabbed her by the arm and shoved her over beside me. I looked at her and saw she was terrified. I whispered to her to remain calm, they were probably just going to try to scare us.She looked at me, tried to smile, and nodded.
I was trying to remain calm both for myself as well as Vicki. I was trusting that Dennis was just a spoiled rich kid who was all talk. I heard the girl who had commented earlier about my clothes, tell Dennis no self respecting woman would ever be seen in such a pathetic dress. Dennis looked at me and smiled, I froze. Dennis slowly walked over and stopped in front of me. He looked in my eyes for what seemed forever. I saw his hand come upward and stop at my neckline. He slowly reached out, took hold of my neckline and ripped downward. To me, it was slow motion. I saw all the buttons on my dress pop off. I saw the fabric fall to pieces and land on the floor. It took a moment or two, but I suddenly realized I was standing there in just my bra and panties. Everyone cheered, the girls clapping there hands and telling Dennis he had showed me. My head snapped around to look at my husband. Graham tried to get up and one of the men slugged him in the mouth and told him to remain where he was. I heard a gasp from Vicki as she reacted to what had happened. Dennis turned quickly to her and she asked him to please not hurt her. He walked over and smiled at her. She was wearing a blouse and skirt. I watched as Dennis ripped her blouse off. Vicki wasn't wearing a bra, so she was standing there while everyone stared at her breasts. Just as she raised her hands to cover herself, Dennis reached down and tore her skirt off. Everyone laughed as she was reduced to a pair of bikini panties. Dennis glared at her and told her to put her hands to her side. Blushing, she dropped her hands and stood silently, her small tits showing to all.
