Another little vignette type 'loving wives' story.
No real sex --- no background --- no happy ending. It's not that sort of story.
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"Oh Jesus Tom! None of us expected that!"
I looked up at Mike, who I had worked alongside for the last ten years, fighting to keep the tears from my eyes.
"It changes nothing," I told him, trying to keep my voice breaking. "It changes nothing at all."
"You sure Tom?" he questioned me.
"I'm sure," I confirmed, looking over to the other side of the club we were both sitting in. Looking over at Lindsey, my wife for the last nine years.
I'd always thought myself so lucky to have married a girl as beautiful as Lindsey, with her striking long blonde hair, shapely body and large firm breasts.
I'd fell head over heels in love with her within a week of first meeting her, and we'd been married within six months. Since then I'd simply fallen deeper and deeper in love with her, and was sure that she felt the same way about me.
Till now!
To say the least, what I saw must have put that in doubt.
With Mike following me I edged nearer to where she was sat on some guy's lap, laughing and giggling as he spoke to her, wriggling her lovely lithe body as she let his hands roam freely.
The bastard!
The bitch!
I started to make a move on them, but Mike held me back, warning me that I might wish to think twice about it, and indeed the seven big thugs who were sat at their table.
He was right of course, the seven men in question being the Bray twins and their gang, the most feared and ruthless bunch of criminals in South London. Not the sort of guys that anyone with any sense would want to mess with.
"Maybe you'd better not watch," Mike advised me. "I don't think this has hardly started yet."
As he said those words, another three pretty young women joined the group, and the bugger playing with my wife Lindsey, smacked her smartly on the bottom, and passed her over to another of the gangsters. The three new girls spread themselves out among the remaining guys, and within moments all four females were being kissed and pawed at by the seven of them.
There was an icy cold hand squeezing my heart as I next watched as one of them slipped his hand inside Lindsey's top, and started to play with her breast.
Shit! I didn't know if I could stand it much longer.
"She was supposed to be at her sister's place tonight," I croaked out to my buddy, still almost unable to believe what I was seeing. "Of all the damn places for us to chose, it had to be this bloody club."
People on other tables began to look round, as two of the brutes started to undo one of the girl's dresses, and by the time they'd coaxed her more or less out of it, a little crowd had gathered to watch the entertainment. It was only then that I recognised the woman standing there in bra and panties as Julie, my wife's sister.
So this was the sort of thing they'd been getting up to twice a week for the last year or so was it? Ever since her sister's husband had divorced her after catching her red handed in bed with two other men.
Why hadn't I suspected?
Why hadn't I checked up on her?
Why had I let her have so much freedom?
Next thing I saw was Lindsey being lifted bodily up onto the table itself, where she was loudly encouraged to dance, the man I recognised as Jimmy Bray, reaching up under her short skirt and stroking her bare thighs.
And did she stop him? ----- Did she hell!
Lindsey simply carried on with her sensual dance, smiling down at Jimmy, moving across the table towards him to encourage him to feel further.
I was ready to be sick, and fought back the urge to heave up everything that I had eaten that day. Mike grabbed hold of me to steady me realising that I was about to keel over.
"You had no idea Tom?" He questioned me.
"None at all," I replied.
