Not really sure where to start. I have always said that my second wife (Michelle) and I were divorced because Michelle was a lesbian and left me for another woman. Well that was not true.
We had only been married for about two years but she was already getting really bored with me I guess would be a good way to say it. Anyways I made a huge mistake back in November of 1998. Michelle and I were arguing one night fairly late, I was accusing her of cheating with one of her co-workers and the argument kind of got outta hand and I ended up slapping her pretty hard across her face.
She was pissed over this, she is not the type to cower down and cry or pout. I'm not really sure why I did it; I was really stressed out back then. Anyways to make things worse I think I said something bad about her kids so she was just pissed. I slept on the couch for the next few nights and everything calmed down.
Nothing really happened and not much was really said until New Years Eve 1998. I thought everything was going just great. We were going out that night and had made plans to get a hotel room; my mom was watching all of the kids for the evening. Michelle wanted to go up to a country bar/club that was next to her work at Albertson's. The place is called W.W. Fairfield's. Michelle loved to go dancing and she always liked country music. When I met her she used to go up there all the time and hang out with her friends. Most of who were guys so when we got married I pressured her to stop going up there.
I remember clearly what she was wearing and what she made me wear. She was wearing these really tight pair of jeans with no back pockets on them called "Rockies". Because they had no back pockets she could only wear pantyhose. I always thought that was silly but anyways. She also was wearing a white button down shirt with no bra and a kind leather/suede vest. And of course she wore her cowgirl boots. This isn't too big of a deal since we were going to a cowboy bar she looked like she would fit in easily.
She had me wearing something completely stupid looking for wear we were going. I was made to wear tan Dockers and a golf shirt that was white at one time but she purposely turned it pink while doing the laundry. Plus a pair of dress shoes, this made me really stand out and I knew I would look like a fool up there, but I didn't argue with her.
We went up there about 10:00pm and right away she met up with three of her old friends. I remember two of their names still to this day the rest of the guys I don't remember the names of. Anyways she met up with a guy named Kevin who was an old boyfriend kind of sorta. She apparently had an affair with this guy during her first marriage. He was in his mid twenties, blonde, in excellent shape, etc... The next guy was Mike who looked very similar to Kevin only darker hair. The third guy was their friend and I got the impression Michelle had not met before. He was according to Michelle drop dead gorgeous. Very muscular without being overly big, just really built. Blond of course not much else I can say. Oh yeah they all wore cowboy hats.
Anyways we all started to hang out together and right away they all started picking on me and teasing me. I was the one who had to buy all the drinks and I was always made to go up to the bar and get them myself.
They all took turns dancing with Michelle and as the night went on they all started to paw at her more and more. After a while and during certain songs they would all go out there, surround Michelle on the dance floor and just blatantly grope and feel her up. Of course I was not allowed to dance at all, I was always told by the guys to stay and watch their drinks for them. I was also being forced to endure a ton of verbal humiliation from them all with Michelle being the biggest smartass of all.
So told them about me accusing her of cheating, and even worse about me slapping her. At that point the three guys really started to get aggressive with me and I noticed that they were all three all over my wife. Soon to make things worse four other friends of Kevin and Mike's were brought over and introduced. Of course they all jumped on the band wagon and began joining the dirty dancing with Michelle and harassing me.
At one point as I was standing up, one of them poured beer on my seat so when I went to sit down it soaked the bottom of my pants. This of course made them all laugh. After that one guy "accidentally" spilled his beer in my lap. Of course I was still being made to constantly go to the bar and get more drinks for everyone.
It was getting close to midnight and there were now seven guys all hanging around my wife. Soon she started hinting to them that she wanted to go somewhere after midnight and have some fun with all of them.
After midnight we all went out into the parking lot. Four of the guys got into their trucks and were told they will meet up with us later on, so they all drove off somewhere, not really sure where they went to.
Michelle, Kevin, Mike, the third guy, and myself all ended standing next to our minivan (the dark red one you saw when we first met).
As if my night wasn't already bad enough, from this point it just down right sucked. This really affected me for years after this. I lost all confidence for a long time.
I was corned between our van and some other pickup truck. Mike and the other guy were behind me and Kevin and Michelle stood in front of me. Kevin then slapped me across my face. At first it was just one time (I don't remember what all they were saying but they were saying pretty bad things to me). Michelle was behind Kevin cheering him on. I not really sure what all happened but I remember getting slapped several times and eventually told to get on my knees, so I did as I was told. I was know on my knees getting slapped in front of my wife who was cheering for the three friends of hers doing this to me. Because of all the beer spilled on me it looked like I had peed my pants. Michelle stood right behind Kevin and started grabbing his crotch and telling Kevin to slap me a again and again. Next Michelle told me to ask...and then to actually beg the guys all to take her to a hotel room and fuck her...all of them.
I refused to do this at first, but after a few more slaps to the face I did as I was told. I am ashamed of myself but I asked and even started to beg these three men if they would fuck my wife. Of course they all got a huge laugh out of this and finally let me back up. We all got in the van. I was driving. Mike was up front in the passenger seat and Michelle Kevin and the other guy sat in the back of the van. I was told to drive down to Campbell Ave and stop at the 24hr Walgreens. As I was driving I could see Michelle in the back kissing Kevin.
Once we arrived at the Walgreens we all got out and walked in. I was forced to buy two packages of condoms and two disposable cameras. At the checkout counter I was further humiliated in front of the cashier who was an older guy. Michelle made it perfectly clear to the cashier that she was going to party that night and that her husband was not going to be included.