"Yes, it is attractive, isn't it? The setting is 22 carat white gold with an uncut diamond centre. It's actually quite unusual and, although quite expensive, I'm sure the lady will like it - Hey! Excuse me - what the hell are you doing?"
I turned my head to follow the salesman as his attention was drawn to my wife. She had been caught red-handed slipping a gold engraved bracelet into the pocket of her jacket. My heart dropped and I looked heavenward in exasperation. Annette stood before the salesman, eyes down looking at the floor, there was very little she could say in her defense. I could hardly believe this could happen again, not after all the expensive and time consuming treatment that she had received from the psychologist. He had said it was a disease - she just couldn't stop herself from stealing - but he also said that he could help her. Well, it didn't seem like she had been helped at all as we were both frog-marched into the store's stock room where the salesman informed us that he was going to call the cops.
"Oh no! Not the police, please," I pleaded on behalf of my still silent wife, "She's ill, really. She just can't help herself!
"Damn right she can't help herself." shouted the salesman, the saccharin smile now vanished, "not to my stock, anyway!"
"I...I...I'm so sorry," said Annette on the verge of tears. "I just..just -" then the water works started. Annette's eyes welled up and her body started to tremble slightly as quiet sobs began to issue forth.
"I don't fucking care!" the salesman continued "I'm fed up with you people thinking you can just help yourself to my goods.
"Okay, okay. Look, she's really sorry" I fished around in my wife's pocket and found the offending item, offering it back to the salesman. "Please, just take it back, okay?" The tall, grey suited man snatched the bracelet from my fingers and placed it in his own pocket. His eyes stared fire at us both. I could hear Annette still sniffling behind me. I looked at the salesman. He was a good looking sort of gentleman, quite old - I guessed in his early or mid fifties - and impeccably dressed. His dark hair was combed neatly back and wisps of grey could be seen at the temples.
"Lets see what my business partner has to say about this, shall we? Mr. James? Could you spare a moment please? We have a situation."
Within a few seconds we heard Mr. James approach. "Yes, Mr. Graham, what's the problem here?" he said as he joined his partner before us in the small stock room.
There followed a brief conversation between the two partners in which Mr. Graham explained to Mr. James all about my wife's indiscretion. Annette had stopped crying now and was standing beside me, gripping my arm for support. When the conversation between the two men had finished, they both looked up at us. The expressions on their faces had changed; the look of anger had all but gone and had been replaced by looks of contempt combined with sneering smiles - not an attractive picture!
Mr James was about the same age as his partner, but a little shorter and wider. His hair was nearly all grey, but his professionally tailored suit looked just as smart and expensive.
"I understand that calling the police gives you grave concerns?" he said in our general direction.
"Yes, yes," I blurted out, "Please, anything but the cops. She's having treatment, it's an illness you know."
"Well, I suppose you would only get a fine anyway. Perhaps we could continue your aversion therapy here!"
I was uncertain of their meaning. Until now, Annette's therapy - for what it was worth - had consisted of long talks with a psychologist in the comfort of his office. I wondered how we could continue it here in the small stock room. Annette also looked bewildered, but the look that soon came over her face told me that she had picked up on their meaning well before I had.
"Jeez, you can't mean -" she started, looking directly at the two leering jewellers.
"That's exactly what we mean. It's your only way out!"
"What's going on here?" I said, still not really with this at all, "I don't understand!"
"They want to fuck me, of course! Wake up for Christ's sake!"
"Now wait just a minute -" I began. Then I stopped. I thought for a minute. The more I thought, the more the idea didn't seem so unreasonable; we had proved that the expensive psychological therapy wasn't working and nothing else we had tried - including me threatening to leave her - had helped either. Perhaps, just perhaps, this might be some sort of answer!
"Okay!" I suddenly said "Let's do it!"
"What? You can't be serious - let these old guys into my pants? No way!"
"It's either that or the cops" I said cooly "You'll almost certainly go to jail this time. Is that what you want?"
Annette lowered her eyes again. All the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She just seemed to accept her situation. The two men standing before us were listening to our conversation and smiling broadly. They realised that I had successfully managed to talk my wife into this and they were not disappointed.
"Good. You can start by taking her jacket and blouse off!" Mr James told me.
I complied with all their instructions and watched the bulge in their suit trousers grow larger every second. I had to admit to feeling very turned on by this situation as well. The thought of being able to watch while these two old guys took my young wife was almost a dream come true. I would never have mentioned it to Annette, but I had always longed to watch her with another man.
My fingers trembled slightly as I helped the silent Annette off with her jacket and began fumbling with the buttons on her white blouse.
"Quicker!" shouted Mr. Graham "Tear it off!" I closed my eyes and gripped the fabric in both hands. I pulled quickly, surprised at how easily the material split. Annette stood before us, eyes still looking at the floor. She has smallish boobs and rarely wears a bra. Today was no exception. In a second both men were on her. Gnarled hands and fingers groped at her tits and nipples. Thin lips closed over the cherry red buds pulling and teasing them to erection. Between them they lifted her up in their arms and placed her on the empty table that adorned the centre of the small room.
Until now, I had almost been enjoying what was happening, but now, as the two partners greedily feasted on my wife's breasts, I stood back feeling a little superfluous. They were grunting their appreciation for the opportunity to be with a young woman as they mauled her and Annette simply lay back with her eyes closed seemingly indifferent to the proceedings. Suddenly Mr. James bit down lightly on Annette's left nipple. It already looked engorged, but her squeal of pain quickly led to a low, throaty moan of pleasure - she had actually started to enjoy her brutal treatment.
"Right." said Mr. Graham as he stood up, "off with the rest, I think!"
"A pleasure, Mr. James" his partner replied. The two were like a double act and I decided to settle down into one of the hard wooden chairs and watch what happened. Annette had only worn a pair of shorts, and these, along with her pale lemon coloured panties were quickly shimmied down her slender legs by the two men. My erection was aching in my jeans as I watched my wife's body revealed in such an obscene manner. She lay naked apart from the yellow ankle socks and running shoes that I had watched her put on this morning. She looked incredibly sexy!
