It was the summer of 2008 and Nicka and I were in London. It was my first time to London. Nicka's mom is English so Nicka often summered in London and would meet up with cousins and old friends. This was before we were married.
An old childhood boyfriend invites us to a party he is having at his parents home. Nicka feels strange going because she lost her virginity to him when she was seventeen. His name is Charles and he comes from a well to do family who made a fortune in the financial industry.
I thought it would be a hoot to go because Nicka is so devoted to me and I thought it would be pretty erotic to see how she managed her sexual past with me by her side.
Charles is a cocky prick. He's the type of guy that feels empowered by his fathers fortune where as I am a man from a blue collar family that made his dent in the world by being pig headed, smart and bold.
I may not have Charles' inherited fortune but damn it I am on my way.
The night of the party, Nicka is getting ready. I bought her the most sophisticated yet provocative dress that she absolutely loved. Nicka's mother once told her that when you reunite with an old flame, dress in such a way that you make him clearly see what he's let go. This was that type of dress; Black silk with a plummeting neckline, above the knees, showing thigh. If the room is dark, flash lit camera shots will make the dress virtually transparent but Nicka didn't think of that while dressing.
She didn't wear a bra and wore a lacy black g-string. She looked hot with her hair twisted up on her head, bright red lipstick and the insecurity of a hot woman that questions her hotness.
At the party Charles and his girl friend greet us. Charles' eyes pop out of his skull. Nicka has grown into a gorgeous young lady and I could tell he is reminiscing and wondering what if.....?
Charles and I chat and he invites me to make myself at home while eyeing Nicka out of the corner of his eye. When Nicka and I approach the bar, I let her know that Charles can't keep his eyes off her and Charles' girlfriend has taken notice. Nicka couldn't conceal her joy and relief. She quickly falls into the party spirit after that. We drink, we dance, drink a lot more and continue dancing.
Nicka is feeling no pain and is having multiple nipple slips on the dance floor. The hours speed by. We are having a blast.
Nicka is now wasted. I keep thinking about the sex we are going to have at the end of the evening. My erection threatens to tear through my trousers! Nicka is oblivious of her exposed nipples. Charles notices and asks to cut in. I oblige.
Nicka is beet red while dancing with him and very self conscious. I watch, aroused. The sexual heat is obvious.
Charles takes his liberties and others watch. I watch. Charles' girlfriend watches becomes enraged and quickly leaves the party humiliated.
Nicka dances in such away to be mindful of not having anymore nipple slips but Charles's hands roam on her arse, back, side boobs and over her nipples. His rock hard crotch mashes up against her waxed vagina. I can tell Nicka is in distress but I continued to watch with a scotch in hand.
Nicka is drunk. Charles is rude. At one point he lifts her dress exposing her arse with the thong string disappearing into the two half moons of her back side. Many at the party see this and cheer. Photographs are taken.
He turns her around and the plummeting neck line couldn't contain her naked breast from spilling out for the view of the entire party. But Nicka is too drunk to notice as more pictures are taken.
Then Charles begins lifting the front of her dress, exposing her black lacy thong. He moves her panties to the side and begins rubbing her waxed exposed sex in front of everyone. Those closest could see him rub the hood of her clit back will caressing her pussy. I continue to sip my scotch while watching as Nicka drunkenly looks up and locks lips with Charles. A bunch of university boys hover in a circle around them watching like starved wolves snapping more pictures on their smart phones. I finish my scotch walk to the bar and set down my glass. My hand shaking with sexual tension.
I walk directly to Charles and Nicka and grab Charles by the face and throw him backwards so that he stumbles and goes crashing down over an expensive oak coffee table falling on the laps of drunken partiers. He quickly stands up on unsteady drunken legs and bolts towards me pointing the finger smelling of my Nicka's aroused sex in front of my nose and demands I meet him outside. The fact that he doesn't swing at me right then and there proves that he is looking for an out. I gesture for him to lead us out as the university boys surround Nicka. Nicka is confused and not sure what is going on.
Charles leads me out the back french doors into a garden where I immediately curled my fist and slam it into the pit of his stomach. He falls gasping for air and becomes instantly ill. His friends surrounding him laugh at his pathetic fate. Some friends...
Inside Nicka is in the middle of a testosterone fueled gang of over privileged university boys who were groping, kissing, pinching and fingering my wasted girl. Tongues took turn being forced in her mouth, her nipples were violently twisted, tears rolled down her cheeks. One animal slammed two fingers into her vagina as the party partied on around them.
In the corner stood Charles's dad and mom watching. Charles' mom whispers something into her husbands ear and they separate from one another. Charles' dad goes to Nicka's rescue and the boys quickly bolt in different directions.
Charles' dad grabs Nicka by the arm and gently walks her out of the room although her breasts were still not covered.
I follow them as he walks her to the master bedroom. I enter and find not only Nicka and Charles' dad but Charles' mom is in there as well.
I walk in. Arthur and Beatrice are their names.
Arthur looks at me with steely eyes.
"We watched you do nothing as Nicka was being ravaged," Arthur says.
"I'm sure Charles would beg to differ," I respond staring right back at him and walking towards him so that there was no question he was about to suffer the same fate when Beatrice steps in between us and gently holds me by the arm and intertwines my arms into hers.
"Arthur, we also stood and watched and became just as aroused as Nicka's young boyfriend here. Isn't that right dear," Beatrice asked her husband in the most tender tone taking all the antagonism out of the room.
"This young man reminds me of a young you darling," Beatrice said in a tone that was booth soothing and erotic.
"If you were so offended, why didn't you save Nicka sooner," I ask more curious than combative?
Arthur looked sternly at me. He is a man not accustomed to opening up but laying on the bed incoherent was Nicka, breasts still exposed and dress hiked up with her panties shifted to the side with her waxed sex fully displayed. The pussy roughly fingered on the dance floor noticeably wet. I looked from his commanding gazed to the stiff erection in his pants and I smirked at his hypocrisy.
He looked away unable to keep my gaze. Suddenly his look was distant.
"When Charles first brought Nicka home, she was only a child but I knew she was special. I wanted her then. Charles was too much of an animal to understand what a rare gift he had but I saw it and I wanted her then," he confessed.
His wife gently leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
Everything was now out in the open.
"Is this why we are all here now," I asked? "Are you asking me to give her to you tonight?"
"Yes, thats is what we are asking of you," Beatrice says as she leans in and kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my stiff cock and squeezing.