I was already home, devastated, and a few shots of Irish under my belt by the time Lucy arrived back from shopping. All the stuff I'd witnessed earlier was like a video film, running through my mind over and over. Nine years of marriage and I hadn't a clue about it. Did it start even before we were married? Her personality had always been sparkly and bright, she was witty, never acted "druggy" or slurred her words, and always the perfect wife around our friends and neighbors. I had never used drugs of any kind, so I certainly wasn't any kind of authority on the subject, but I vowed to become one quickly. Every free moment I had was spent on the computer doing research about the urban spouses' use of drugs. It seemed she was a "recreational" user, which meant low dosages once or twice a week. From the amount I'd seen exchange hands for her "activities," three packets at most, and from what Tall Guy had said, that was supposed to last her until Tuesday - a week - that seemed to coincide with what I'd discovered.
But she must be hooked to some degree also or why would she risk what we had together, just to do this? Unless that was only part of it, that she also needed what the dealers provided as well. I shuddered as I thought about that, images slipping past my eyes in fast motion: her clutching the fat boy between her knees, sucking his tongue as she moaned around it, squealing, and shuddering to a violent climax - as hard as I'd ever heard from her.
I went back over all I'd seen again. It was obvious she was hesitant when she's first arrived at the park yesterday afternoon, like she really didn't want to even be there but knew she had no choice. Maybe the dealers had threatened her. They'd seemed like a tough bunch. I hadn't seen her take any of the drugs before hand, but she might well have slipped some earlier without me seeing it. There had been a lot going on. Was it only after she'd imbibed in drugs that she became so uninhibited about the sex part? I'd watched her cum... what? Three times? I had never seen her do that. Even on our honeymoon the best we ever did was twice a night.
And she had been hot. Ok, me too, I guess. I didn't even realize I'd cum until afterwards. I felt like a sick bum. Without ever touching my cock, too. Subconscious ejaculation or some shit like one of those wet dreams we had as kids. WTF was going on here?
I knew I had to get smarter if I was to save my marriage, and Lucy was worth it, one in a million. Crap. What to do? I had a week, so I got on the computer and found some equipment I thought I'd need: long- range video lens; some of the long-range hearing devices they advertise where you can hear a neighbor whispering next door from their kitchen; small but good binos; and some anti-personnel tear-spray. A lot of good that would do me if they all had guns, but I was desperate.
The old brewery set about two miles outside town, and hardly anyone went there during the day, but I'd heard during the night it was a wild place! The tall guy said, "same time", so it would be during the afternoon. I drove out twice and reconned the entire place. It was enormous, but high security fences enclosed most of it so it wouldn't be that hard to observe. I didn't really have a plan, except to capture as many films and videos as I could, maybe use it to blackmail these little shits - forcing them to stay away from Lucy. I pushed away the fact that the city was full of such garbage as these guys.
I found a place I thought would be suitable to observe, along with another alternate in case things didn't work out for me. As Tuesday drew closer, I became more jumpy and agitated, but was determined to follow through. I couldn't lose Lucy. I simply couldn't! On Tuesday, as anticipated she told me if I didn't mind, she had a few things to pick up at the mall. I hugged her, forced a smile and said, "Not at all, Baby. I'll head down to the gym for a bit then. Have fun." I almost choked on it.
She kissed me as I tried not thinking about where those sweet lips had been. "I may be a little later tonight. Traffic from all the holiday sales, you know."
"Take your time," I told her.
I left early, hoping they didn't change the schedule on me, and found my hideout. I set up the camera, tested my long-range hearing devices, and made sure I had the spray in a pocket easy to reach. I settled in to wait.
They showed up in two cars this time, an old Ford driven by "fatty," lots of tasteless gold trim and a dented fender. Tall drove a decent-looking two-year-old van of some sort, to which they immediately let down the rear ramp and opened the side doors. Fatty placed a cooler on the ground, and Natty started a small fire, breaking out a package of hotdogs. It looked like it was to be a long party night.
I was right about the guns. Tall guy took off a shoulder holster and hung it inside the van's open back doors within easy reach. Shit. The baseball bat I'd also thought to bring along seemed hopeless now.
A few minutes later I heard the soft purr of Lucy's BMW. She stopped and like before, hesitated a moment before she got out. First, a long unclad leg and lots of skin as she slid out. As before, she wore a short summer dress, and it was my guess, nothing under it because of what Tall had said. OMG she was beautiful.
The three watched hungrily as she approached. Tall leaned forward and handed her his open beer. "Looking good, bitch."
Lucy took the beer and a long pull on the can of beer before she said, "Thank you, Fang." So, he was "Fang." Suitable, I guess. Fang, Natty and Fatty. Three lowlifes. All I had to go on if I went to the cops. I was glad I had brought along a notebook, as I scribbled down the two license plate numbers.
Fang glanced at the place beside him on the log and she demurely tucked her dress beneath her bottom as she sat down. It was clear Fang was the boss here. Natty seemed next in the hierarchy, and then the fat guy because he was almost always the go-fer for the others.
"Come on," Fang said, glaring at her.
Lucy took a deep breath and reached over to unfasten his belt. Next the zipper, reaching inside she pulled an unbelievable length of black hose from his clothing. Fang leaned back, smiling. "Just hold on to your "baby" for a while, bitch. We have a lot of time today."
She stared silently off into the woods as she slowly manipulated his cock into an impressive firmness. It didn't appear as if she were enjoying herself. "I made a point to leave off having pussy all week baby, just 'cause I wanted tonight to be special." He grinned at her, looking like a wolf, and I saw a splash of gold in his mouth. I suppose it was supposed to match his gold chain. Oh, how I wished for one of those high-powered rifles all the assassins have on TV. I'd never killed anything, but it was almost fun to think about it now.
"You seem distracted today, bitch. I don't like my women to act distracted when they're with me." He nudged her, handing her a small package of something. She eagerly reached for it, but at the last second, he snatched it back. They all laughed. "Don't be greedy now," his gold tooth flashing. He held it out again and she slowly reached for it. As soon as she had it in-hand, she ripped it open and coated her lips with it, took a deep satisfying breath and the rest went up her nose.
"We have some much better stuff than that tonight baby," he smirked. "You be real good to the brothers and maybe we'll let you sample some. Fatty has something new he wants to try on you." They all laughed loudly. "Come over and tell your baby hello."
Now, Lucy looked more relaxed, her perpetual smile had returned as she leaned down and tenderly kissed Fang's turgid cock right on the head. "Say hello to your baby, bitch." Lucy licked his stiff cock all over and then she smiled and said softly, "Hello baby. Miss your momma?" She looked relaxed, looser somehow. The stuff must work pretty fast.
They all laughed as she hungrily swallowed it right up to the pubic hair. I felt the gorge rise in my throat, as I fought to keep it down. Motherfuckers! I'll kill them all! It was a pathetic threat though. How was I to accomplished that? Better to get the information and turn it over to the cops.
The three talked about Fuzzy "nuts" Logan and all the money he made running the drug show in their part of town. They all wanted his lifestyle, that was clear. Lucy was warming to her task, sucking and slobbering all over Fang's giant cock. A few times he would suck in his breath loudly as though he were about to convulse into an explosive orgasm, and I could hear her gag as she tried to take too much of it. After a few more seconds Fang would push her face away when he got too close, but she always returned to her task without being told, almost, it seemed to me, a little too eagerly. The small talk went on for a long time and Fang's face kept growing more flushed. He finally shoved her off his cock almost violently.
