Alice in the Looing Glass

Mark was off again, he sold and installed gym equipment all over the place, often abroad, he was good at it, it seemed.

Alice was bored of course, work was boring office stuff with the odd trip to another office to be bored in a different place. With Mark gone she took to going out on Friday and often Saturday nights, usually with Monica her BFF.

Alice was tall, slim, nice breasts of just the right size and overall just hot. Monica was hot too, just not quite so much, and she was jealous. A little less in all proportions, she was always the one guys would ogle second. She was Alice's BFF, but it was one way.

Mark had been gone for sixteen days now and Alice was getting horny. At thirty four she was in her prime and was a demon in bed that only Mark had ever tamed, he was the only man to keep her well fucked long term. When he was home.

Monica suggested a change of venue next weekend, the fairly new club called the Looking glass. It had a reputation already for being a place to hook up. Alice was alright with the idea because she was a loyal wife and cheating had never crossed her mind. She was a good girl, used to turning down approaches from men.

Silver halter neck, low loose fronted, high on the thigh and clingy from the waist down and backless. Silver heals and clutch bag finished the outfit. Alice was very attractively dressed. Monica was similar in red but a more flared skirt. The Uber driver was hard pressed to keep his eyes on the road. It would be a night to remember, if Alice could.

"God I missed you Alice!" Mark said when the kiss finally ceased. He released his wife to sit beside him on the couch so he could drape his arm across her shoulder. "It's good to be home. What's wrong though, you seem nervous?" He'd been away twenty nine days in total, one of his longer taskings.

"I know you aren't keen on her, but I went out with Mon while you were gone, that new place on Baron street." He frowned, he thought Monica was a bit too free with her affections, not a slut, more a big tease, very forward.

"So you expect me to be angry then?"

"It's a bit more than that, and it's eating me up. I love you so much."

That got Mark worried, his English calmness may slip a little at times, and this could be one of them. "SO..."

The club had been busy, it took a while to get drinks and a high table to stand by and put drinks on was all they could get. It took less time for men to approach them though. Several offers to dance were politely rebuffed until, after a few more drinks, they decided to dance together on the crowded floor. They were looked over by many.

After a little over two hours and several white wine spritzers, Winston and Cedric, two large and fit black men, were dancing with the girls having just blended in almost without being noticed until they were close in. The girls were happy as neither man got too friendly right away, like they had arrived coincidently.

Inevitably drinks were brought to the table while they caught their collective breaths, collected by Cedric. Chatting with six foot three Winston led to the usual question of accent. Alice explained that from three years old she had been raised in Surrey, England. She later married an Englishman she met in America. Three drinks later they were dancing again, more guys closing in.

"If you just went dancing then what's so upsetting?" Mark asked.

Monica sort of drifted away with a group and left Alice with the two new friends and Alice began to feel really good. She had a real buzz going and enjoyed the feel of Cedric brushing against her from behind. She soon ground into his groin and then it wasn't long before she was slow dancing in a clinch with Winston. She was unsure who was fondling her tight buns but it was nice, sexy almost.

Alice didn't really know how they got there, but she was against a wall, near a corridor leading off the dance floor, being mostly held up by Cedric who was helping himself to some good groping which, in Alice's view was rather a turn on. He had a great body and knew his way around hers. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to his treatment of them. She would have to stop this, soon.

The next clear memory was leaving the club via a side entrance with Winston and Cedric half carrying her between them. Where her thong went was a mystery, but it didn't really bother her, it would be in the way of Winston's fingers, three of which were pumping her wet pussy very nearly to orgasm. It was handy that her skirt was up around her middle where it joined the top half. How did that get there? Maybe, if she could gather her mind long enough, it was time to stop this.

What distracted Alice was how Winston held her against the wall with her legs wrapped round him and thrust his huge member in and out of her wet hole. The flashes barely registered as she almost passed out due to the most intense orgasm in months. She had three more, the last as Cedric added his sperm to Winston's.

She had some memory of being put into a car and taken home where she was again fucked against a wall before being guided into her own house. She had no idea who it was that fucked her beside her own front door, but he was white.

"Tell me you were at least drugged and not that you were all for it. What about Monica, where did she go?" Asked her now angry husband.

"She said we got separated and she couldn't find me, I haven't told her but she knows something has me rattled." Alice replied. "But I need to show you something, I love you so much!"

The pictures on her phone showed her with her ankles crossed in the small of someone's back as they fucked her against a wall with her tits bouncing free and her head rocking. A short video was much the same but showed the man getting his end away was of a different build to the first one.

"Tell me the rest."

The text told her to meet Winston at the club the next night, dressed sexy, and alone. "Or the footage goes online and to all your phone contacts" it finished.

"To the point, Alice, what happened?"

A few drinks had Alice far more relaxed than when she arrived. Cedric took her into a back room with a large couch and told her to strip. She was light headed and scared so complied with little fuss. As Alice removed her panties two new men entered the room and began to undress as well. Alice was less worried than she would have been if not for the additive in her drinks. She was still reluctant. but she was scared and wanted this to stop. Her evil body fully revelled it though, in spite of her mind having the opposite view her quim was wet.

Alice's body was examined by the first guy, she would have enjoyed it under other circumstances. He helped her to lay down and parted her legs, telling her she looked worth every cent. And now he was going to fuck her. She managed a light "No, please?"

As the first white male began to ram his thick cock into Alice's hole while she lay on her back on the couch, the other talked to Cedric.

"Hey man she's got a ring on. Married pussy? It's the best!"

"Yeah man, local born, English raised, been here about eight years since when her old man got a job here. He's Brit too."

"You not bothered he might get a bit pissed off though?"

"No," said Winston who was just entering, "There all fucking Hugh Grants, no problem."

Just out of cumming, Alice was just lucid enough to note that, and she always fancied Hugh which made her imagine for a moment that it was him stuffing her full of cock. She came hard again just before her quim was filled with a strangers cum.

"So how many had you on Winston's couch then?" Mark's voice was low and soft, never a good sign.

"I don't know for sure..."

Seven more men took a turn on Alice that night. She fucked them all like she was born to be a whore, cumming hard and often and yelling out each one. She had cum almost everywhere from six guys that paid just to shoot on her body. It was difficult to hate this but Alice was still aware that she did not want this. Mostly. She never saw the cameras.

"Two nights, two fucking nights as Winston and Cedric's whore. And they think we're all Hugh Grant do they. When are you meant to go again?"

"Tomorrow."

Winston had decided to move Alice to a small, smart, condo where she would service several men a few nights a week. She would be fucked by well healed guys in all positions and holes and no longer be drugged. Although she hated the thought of being a whore for Winston and his henchman Cedric, what could she do? What could Mark do? This Friday night was meant to be her first of many more as a hooker. She was due any minute.

Telling Mark was Winston's instruction, along with no marital sex. She only takes cock for Winston from now on. The footage collection was still there and would grow larger, any attempts to get in the way would be put down hard, and all the pictures and recordings sent public.

Alice was very frightened when Mark quietly said he was going out. He was probably going to get drunk and then what the hell would he do.

Winston was on the porch when the shortish guy in the grey hoody shambled toward him. Drugs he thought, not well dressed enough to afford his whores. New customers welcome.

"Winston?" The man said in a quiet voice.

"What's up man, what do you need?"

Two straight fingers in the throat had Winston gasping for breath. A turn with a raised elbow did the same for Cedric with the heel of a hand to the chin too, putting Cedric down. As Winston dropped to his knees his face met Mark's own knee coming up and the flick kick to his plums made his eyes water.

With a small gold shield in one hand Mark held Winston's head up by the chin with the other.

"Hugh Grant is it? If I ever see you round here again, or hear of you doing business, or just feel like it, I'll be round to finish the job. Oh, and some of us are more Jason Statham you dick. Now fuck off."

Next day Mark told his Deputy Director he needed to move, and why. The DD was unhappy someone was messing with one of his top operators, that was a no no.

Forty eight hours later, Mark and Alice were moving to a new home, where Alice would receive counselling along with some unusual details about her husband's work. She would be a model wife in future.

Winston, Cedric, the business and anything connected with them disappeared within the same forty eight hours, footage included.

Monica never heard from Alice again.