Anger Made My Wife a Slut

Author's Note: This is another

FICTIONAL

story. All characters in the story are

FICTIONAL

with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are

FICTIONAL

.

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It had been several weeks since my 'seven days hard labour' sentence had finished and since then I had been with nobody except my husband. I was enjoying being married and doing all of the things that any husband and wife normally do. Alan and I were going out for dinner this evening. We were just heading out to a nearby pub where I knew that I could get some decent wings and he would have his usual 'pie and a pint'.

He had spent the day working from home but I had to go into the office for a full day of meetings. The plan was that I would swing by the house and pick him up and head for the pub. It had been almost a week since I checked the mailbox and so I texted Alan and asked him to go and see if there was mail to pick up.

We got to the pub and ordered our meals and drinks. While we were waiting, I asked "Did you pick up the mail?"

"Yep." He replied.

"Anything important? Any bills that need to be paid?"

"No, just this." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope.

"Expecting anything?" he asked.

"No, what is it?"

"I don't know. It's addressed to you. I haven't opened it." He replied.

He handed me the envelope. It was black and had a single word embossed in gold on the front. The word was 'Janice'.

I assumed that either Darby or Marcus were the main suspects as I nervously opened it. Inside was a card that read simply "Friday the 13th. Are you brave enough?"

The only other information on the card was a time, 7.30pm, and an address in the next town over.

I didn't know if the address was a house, a bar or what. I looked at my phone to check the date. It was Wednesday the 11th of July.

I gave the card to Alan and asked "What do you think it might be?"

"I have no idea. There isn't a great deal of detail on the card. Any idea who might have sent it?"

"Obviously Darby or Marcus or perhaps Ronnie spring to mind but I don't know."

"Well, you have exactly two days to figure out if you are going or not." He pointed out.

"You have nothing to do with this do you?" I asked.

"No, I'm as much in the dark as you are."

"Do you want to go?" It already sounded like I was seeking his approval.

"It's addressed to you and you only. I'm obviously not invited."

"Do you think I should go?"

"That's up to you. I've never stood in your way. If you want to go, then go."

"I'll think about it." I was intrigued and curious but I had also promised myself that I was going to take a break from any kind of party for a while.

Alan got up early on Friday morning to go to work. I had decided to stay in bed for a bit and spend the day working from home. I was supposed to go into the office for a couple of meetings but I decided to call in and do the meetings remotely. In truth I was still trying to decide whether or not to go to whatever the Friday the 13th event was. As it turns out a phone call made my decision for me.

"Hi Janice, how are you?"

"Hi Ronnie, I'm fine. You?"

"Good, good. Hey, are you going to be home tonight?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, your husband has invited me over. I wondered if you wanted me to bring Marcus with me?"

My husband had obviously already assumed that I was not going to spend the evening at home and was already lining up some entertainment for himself. I wasn't upset about it and I was very curious about the invitation that I had received.

"No, I've got plans I'm afraid. You'll have to have fun without me."

"Ok, I hope we'll all get together sometime soon."

"Yeah, that would be nice." I agreed.

We chatted for several minutes and, when we had hung up, I went straight to my computer and googled the address on the invitation. To my surprise the first thing that came up was a picture of a two-storey building and prominently above the entrance was the familiar sign of a well-known international hotel chain. I figured that a reputable hotel chain would not rent out one of their hotels for any of the shenanigans that happened regularly at Darby's hotel. Even Darby would never let anything happen in his hotel where the public could see it.

I felt quite disappointed in one way. I had built myself up for some excitement but was sure that whatever was going to happen would not involve the kind of excitement that I had l had come to crave.

When my workday was over, I had something to eat and went for a quick shower and got dressed. I didn't bother to put anything special on. Instead I figured some regular underwear, a pair of jeans, socks and a plain white t-shirt. I wanted to visit my friend Cheryl before I made my way to the hotel and see if she was interested in joining me.

As it turns out she wasn't at home and so I went to a bar to pass some time. I nursed a glass of wine until I decided to go and see what the Friday the 13th event was all about.

When I got to the hotel, I was surprised to see that the sign had been taken down. It was no longer part of the international chain of hotels. I parked the car and made my way up the steps to the main entrance. I pushed the door open and went into the hotel lobby. There was nobody in the lobby but I noticed a sign on an easel. The sign simply read "This Way" and an arrow encouraging me to turn left. Ahead of me was a short corridor and a set of double doors.

As I got close to the doors I saw a sign that read "The Point of NO RETURN". I smiled thinking to myself "Boy, whomever organised this is trying very lamely to make it scary."

I pushed the door open and was immediately confronted with a second set of double doors. These had a sign on them that read "If you let this door close behind you it will lock and can then only be opened from the outside. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED".

This was turning out to be about as scary as an elementary school Halloween party. I pushed the door open and walked through. The door did indeed click shut behind me. I found myself in a large hall. There was a bar in front of which stood about thirty or so guys. I started to get nervous when I realised that all of them were wearing either jeans or leathers and all of them had some kind of symbol on their backs. Then it dawned on me that they were dressed as if it was a biker gang kind of thing. I couldn't see any other women in the room.

One of the guys ambled his way over to me. He was a large man with long straggly hair and a full, very unkempt beard. I couldn't help but notice the skull and crossbones emblem on the front of his jean jacket.

"Did you read the sign?" He growled.

"Yes, but I'm sure the door will open from the inside too. It has to or nobody would be able to get out."

"Not that sign. This one." He pointed to my left.

I turned to see a hand written sign. The lighting wasn't too good and I had to get up close to see what it said.

"No clothed women allowed beyond this point." Beside that sign was another that had an arrow pointing to the floor and the words "Leave clothes here."

I turned back to look at him and I noticed that a dozen or so other guys had made their way over. I wasn't prepared for this and I slowly started to back up towards the door. As I backed up the group of guys stepped forward. I noticed that more guys had come over and now there were very few still at the bar.

I backed up until I hit something. I looked around to see the guy with the beard behind me.

"Do you want to take them off or do you want us to do it for you?" He asked as he started to pull my t-shirt out of my jeans.

"No!" I exclaimed.

"You saw the signs but you chose to come in anyway. Well, there's the door."

He stepped aside and I hurried to the door. I pushed as hard as I could but it wouldn't open. I turned back to face the guys hoping that someone I knew would come out of the crowd and tell me it was all a joke. Nobody did.

"Well honey, you've read the signs and checked the door. You know that we aren't kidding. Are you going to take your clothes off or am I going to take them off for you?"

I felt the tears start to well up and I looked to see if there was anyone in the crowd that might take pity on me. In desperation I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started to dial my husband's number. Before I even managed to dial the first three numbers the phone was snatched out of my hand.

"You won't be needing that." Laughed the big bearded guy as he slid my phone into his jacket pocket.

"Let me go or I'll call the cops."

"Go ahead. Call 'em." He laughed again.

I must have been pretty flustered considering that I had seen him slip my phone into his pocket only seconds before.

"You have my phone. Give it back." I hoped that I sounded firm.

"I'll give it back if you just take off your t-shirt."

I was wearing a bra so I figured that if taking off my t-shirt would get me out of there I would do it. My bra wasn't one of my sexy half cup collection but was one of my regular flesh coloured work bras. My husband called them passion killers and I was glad that I had worn it.

I finished the job of pulling my t-shirt out of my jeans and slipped it up over my head. I was determined not to lose it and so I gripped it tightly in my hand.

"Ok, give me my phone back."

"Nope." The guy leered as he looked at my cleavage.

"You said you would. Give it back." I insisted.

"I lied. Sue me." He threw his head back and laughed.

I knew that there was nothing I could do to get out of this situation and I was mad at myself for not asking Darby or Marcus if this was something that they had set up. I realised that I had become very careless.

"Is Darby here?" I asked hopefully.

"Never heard of him." The guy answered.

"Marcus?"

"Nope, never heard of him either." He laughed. "You have one last chance. Strip or I'm going to strip you."

He took a couple of steps towards me and I knew I was trapped. I held up my hand and he stopped.

I didn't want to have my clothes ripped off by these guys so I reluctantly slipped my shoes off and bent over to take my socks off. I was still convinced that Darby would appear and everyone would laugh. I looked around nervously but still could not see anyone that I knew.

"Quit stalling." The bearded guy barked.

I turned away from the crowd and undid the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down. The guy grabbed me and spun me back around.

"The guys want to see what's happening." He laughed.

The crowd was silent for a moment and I hesitated still in the hope that it was all a joke.

"Get on with it." I was ordered in no uncertain terms.

My jeans were a little tight and it took a little time to push them over my hips and down my thighs. I stepped out of them and pushed them aside with my foot. Reaching behind my back with one hand I undid the hooks on my bra and held my other arm against my boobs so that the bra didn't fall. I tried to push my panties down with the other hand but the bearded guy grabbed my arm and pulled it away from my chest. My bra fell to the floor and I watched horrified as my boobs swung from side to side. I felt his hand brush against my boobs and I was surprised to see that my nipples were erect.

He grabbed the front of my panties and yanked hard. I felt them rip and fall onto my feet. My immediate reaction was to cover my boobs with one hand and my pussy with the other.

He backed away a few steps and yelled "Put your hands on your head."

I shook my head and looked down at the floor. Almost immediately I felt my arms being grabbed and my hands were forced behind my head. I knew that in this position my boobs would be standing proud. Next I felt my leg being grabbed just above the ankle. He pulled sharply so that my feet were a yard apart and I stumbled but didn't fall. Again I was aware of my boobs jiggling and swinging.

Now that my breasts and still clean shaven pussy were fully on display, I closed my eyes so that I didn't have to look at all of the guys staring at me. I was scared and embarrassed but oddly enough I could feel that my pussy was a little moist.

I felt a hand caress my bare ass and then felt a hard slap. Again my boobs bounced and jiggled and I let out a yelp.

"Jumping jacks."

I started to do some half hearted jumping jacks and soon felt another hard slap on my ass.

"Pick it up honey." I was ordered.

I started to put more effort into it and soon my boobs were flying in all directions.

My session of jumping jacks lasted several minutes until I was ordered to stop. I stood in front of the crowd of guys breathing heavily. My breasts rose and fell as I took deep breaths and I was embarrassed at the fact that everyone was staring at them.

The bearded guy pointed at a couple of his friends and they started to walk toward me. Both of them were dressed in pretty authentic looking biker gear and they were both very large and muscular. One guy was black and the other was white. I couldn't help but notice that they were staring intently at my boobs and pussy as they approached. I felt more vulnerable than I ever had.

They circled around behind me and before I had a chance to figure out what they were doing they had lifted me up and I was sitting on their shoulders. They each had hold of a hand and I worried that I was about to fall. They paraded me around the hall several times for all to see.

After a few laps of the hall they lowered me down so that it felt like I was sitting in a chair. They carried me around like that for a few minutes and then they each took a leg and spread them so that my shaved, glistening pussy was displayed for all to see.

Again we did a few laps after which they lifted me a little higher but still with my legs spread. I noticed that there was a guy at the bar directly in front of me. He had noticeably more patches on his jacket along with a number of scars on his neck and face. I figured that he must be the leader of this group.

The guys carried me slowly towards him until my pussy was perhaps two feet from his face. He smiled a very crooked smile and reached out to touch me. When I felt his hand on me my first reaction was to try to pull away but I was being held firmly. His touch on my pussy was very gentle and he caressed it for a minute or so before slipping a finger inside.

My first thought was to hope that his finger was clean. He slid his finger in and out several times and then pulled it out and held it up to his nose. He smiled as he sniffed and then he leaned forward to kiss between my legs. It wasn't long before his tongue was flicking inside of me and then he found my clit. He obviously knew his way around a vagina and soon I was squirming in the grip of the guys that were holding me. I realised that I was gasping and moaning as he tongued my clitoris and I became aware of my juices and his saliva as they dribbled from my pussy and made their way towards my butt crack.

He knew exactly what was happening and I felt his thumb gliding over my butthole. As it got more and more lubricated he slipped his thumb gently into my ass. I was well beyond moaning at this point and my gasps and squeals were getting louder and louder. I was squirming more and more and tried to close my legs but they were being held firmly apart. I was also aware of hands playing with my boobs and pinching my nipples.

When my hips started to buck I knew that nothing could stop me now. My orgasm was like an electric shock and I understood at that moment that I would not be going home again until Sunday evening at the earliest.

I didn't get any chance to recover as my pussy was offered to any face that wanted it. At some point a blindfold was placed over my eyes and time and again I was licked out and soon I was desperate to feel a cock inside of me.

"Open your mouth." I was ordered.

I did so and felt beer being poured into me. I spluttered and coughed and beer ran down my cheeks. Then I felt something hard being pushed into my pussy and figured that I was being fucked with the beer bottle. My second orgasm of the evening wasn't as stunning as the first but it didn't matter.

I couldn't guess how many tongues had licked my vagina or how many fingers had been shoved inside but I knew that I was back in full slut mode.

The blindfold was removed and I was lifted up onto the bar. I sat there for a few moments until I was given a one word command.

"Dance."

As I stood up the music was turned up and I started to dance. It was no surprise that their music of choice was hard rock. I had become used to dancing naked and I figured that I could dance well enough to just about anything. I looked down at the faces looking up at me and every one of them had a smile on his face.

Then I did something that surprised me. I turned and bent over and started to twerk for them. I had never done that before and I hoped that my butt was shaking nicely. I knew that my butt and pussy were fully visible and I felt the excitement rising in me again. I turned to face the guys again and crouched down with my knees spread. I put one hand on my pussy and stared to stroke it. I was shocked at how erect my clit was and so I eased up before I gave myself an orgasm.

I stood up again continuing to dance and show myself off. As I turned to face the guys again I noticed the hall door open. Two white women had just arrived and they had been noticed immediately. Most of the crowd watching me dance had started to move towards the door and the new fresh meat. I stopped dancing and sat on the bar to watch.

Both of the women seemed as confused as I was when I first came in and they were very reluctant to take off their clothes. I watched as they went through the same process that I had. I enjoyed watching their breasts bounce as they did their jumping jacks and was quite shocked when they were told to turn around and bend at the waist with their legs apart. I noticed both of them flinch when the guys started to fondle their pussies.

As I watched the action near the door I became vaguely aware of a guy leaning against the bar a few feet away from me. He smiled at me and I returned his smile. He came and stood in front of me and offered me his hand to help me down off of the bar.

"Turn around and put your hands against the bar". He ordered.

I stood with my hands against the edge of the bar. I didn't realise what he wanted until he told me to keep my hands on the bar and take a few steps back. When I adopted the position I realised that I was about to feel what I wanted most and parted my legs to allow him in.

I felt him move up against me and then he put his hand down to feel my pussy. I guessed that he was seeing if I was wet enough, in fact my pussy was soaking wet. I felt his clumsy efforts to enter me and arched my back to give him better access. When he slipped inside of me I gasped with pleasure. His cock wasn't particularly large but felt good nonetheless. I knew that there would be larger ones at some point in the next couple of days.

When he came I stood up and turned around to see him pulling up his jeans.

"Thanks honey." He smiled.

"Any time." I smiled back.

I looked over and saw that the two new arrivals were naked and riding on the shoulders of guys. Soon they were being held so that their pussies were on display and at a height at which they could be easily licked.

I felt a little left out until the guy who I assumed was the leader of this group came over to me and said "Come with me."

I followed him out through a side door and found myself in the hotel corridor. He took my hand and led me into one of the bedrooms. He sat on the bed and told me to undress him. As I undid the buttons on his shirt his hands roamed freely over my tits and pussy. I felt like he was completely in control and my fingers fumbled with the zip on his jeans. I don't know if it was nerves or excitement but I felt like I was ready to do whatever he wanted. I leaned forward a little to work on his zipper and my boobs swung nicely. He reached up and cupped them in his hands and gently squeezed them. He smiled as he pushed them aside and watched them crash against each other when he let them go. It didn't hurt at all so I didn't object.