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From: Scorpio00155 <scorpio00155@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Getting The Contract 3/3 (M(multiple)/F, coerc, group, hum)
Date: Sat,  3 Feb 2001 08:10:05 -0500
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Getting The Contract 3/3
By Scorpio00155(c)

"Time for Ghupta's delight." Someone laughed.

At the table Ghupta had stepped from between Jean's legs, grasping her
waist the
man lifted Jean like a rag doll and turned her so that she now lay face
down on
the table, her tits squashing under her body weight. The man lifted the
rear of
her dress and bunched it around her waist, untying the halter ties he
then
retied them so that none of the dress would fall to block access to any
part of
her lower body when she stood up. Once again he forced his cock into
her pussy
and I heard a faint whimper of ecstasy from my wife as her body
stiffened then
shook, he started to fuck her slowly which was a stark contrast to his
earlier
actions and I was even more puzzled by this. As though by magic Ghupta
brought a
bottle of baby oil into view, it occurred to me that it had been
brought to the
table by Wellswood and as the man poured a little of the oil into the
crease of
my wife's buttocks I had an inkling of what 'Ghupta's delight' was.
Jean was so
lost in the pleasure that the man's cock was giving her that I don't
think she
even noticed the oiling of her crack. Then he poured a little of the
oil over
his fingers, it came as no surprise to me to see him press an oiled
finger into
Jean's back passage, though Jean's reaction to his intruding finger did
surprise
me. For years I had tried to persuade my wife to let me bugger her, but
she was
adamant in her refusal, now, with this stranger, she was groaning with
pleasure
and raising her buttocks as though to accept more of his probing
finger.
Gradually he worked his finger in to the knuckle, just as slowly he
withdrew it,
added more oil and reinserted it into her arse, then he began to fuck
her arse
with his finger, twisting and thrusting it in her firmly and Jean
shocked me by
crying out in pleasure at his actions. After a few minutes Ghupta
squeezed more
oil down the back of his finger letting his actions work it into her
back
passage before adding a second finger and I saw her anal ring
stretching to
accommodate both fingers. Jean shuddered as he started to finger-fuck
her arse
again, in a way I was saddened that she did not even make a token
protest at
this man's actions, but at the same time the scene was turning me on
even more.
My cock almost vibrated with arousal as I watched this man touching an
area that
had been forbidden to me, my eyes widened when Ghupta once again
dribbled oil
down the back of his finger and added a third digit to those already in
her
arse.

"Bet her old man never got her to do that." Errol laughed loudly and I
felt
myself flush with humiliation.

As for Jean she was oblivious to everything but the pleasure Ghupta was
giving
her, I don't think a marching band going by would have attracted her
attention
at that moment in time.

"She is a virgin here." Ghupta laughed back adding to my
humiliation "One can
always tell. But she will not remain a virgin for long."

As he spoke Ghupta pulled his cock from my wife's pussy, but his
fingers still
moved in her arse, thrusting and twisting at a steady rate that Jean
seemed to
be loving. Then he stopped moving his hand with his fingers halfway out
of her,
for a while Jean just lay there then, to my amazement, she pushed her
buttocks
up to take his fingers into her arse. With a chuckle Ghupta let Jean
fuck his
fingers for a while, her body humping up and down to slide his fingers
in her
arse, it was Jean doing the fucking not Ghupta! Before long her motions
started
to speed up and grow more forceful and this seemed to be what Ghupta
was waiting
for, he removed his fingers from Jean's arse and nodded to Errol who
reached
forward to take my wife's wrist in his hands. I was confused by Errol's
actions
as he pulled Jean towards him by the arms, but then I saw Ghupta
pressing his
cock to Jean's arse; with one hand he guided his cock, with the other
he spread
Jean's cheeks apart and suddenly Jean seemed to realise what was about
to
happen. It was at that point that Errol's actions explained themselves,
as Jean
struggled to move away he held her body flat to the table, at the same
time
Ghupta pushed forward firmly and I saw his cap pressing Jean's suddenly
taught
anal ring inwards. Jean's legs kicked and thrashed on either side of
Ghupta's
body, but between Errol's grasp and Ghupta's body she could gain no
purchase to
escape; as though pleased by her reaction Ghupta laughed and pushed
forward more
forcefully. For a long moment Jean's arse denied him entry, but Ghupta
had the
advantage and his cap suddenly burst past the resistance of her anal
ring;
pouring oil down the shaft of his cock Ghupta kept pushing forward,
both of his
hands pushing down on and spreading her buttocks wide. I winced as Jean
let out
a loud howl of pain, she began to sob as the man's cock started to push
further
into her and her whole body seemed to thrash and writhe, only Errol's
powerful
hands and Ghupta's hands and cock kept her on the table. As his cock
sank
further into her back passage Ghupta continued to dribble oil down the
shaft, he
laughed when Jean tried to arch her body away from him, her head
thrashing from
side to side making her hair splay outwards in a halo.

Ghupta's laughter was echoed by others around the room while I stood
there
feeling powerless and thrilled to the point of almost creaming my
pants!
Gradually he worked his cock deeper and deeper while Jean screeched out
her pain
and humiliation, but after a while her cries seemed to change until by
the time
his cock was buried to the full length of his eleven inches she was
barely
audible. I had expected Ghupta to start fucking her arse once he had
achieved
entry, but instead he remained still, a full minute passed and then he
slowly
moved his cock backwards sliding out of Jean's arse until only the cap
remained
embedded in her. In response Jean groaned in pain, her earlier
thrashing was now
diminished to weak movements and at this Errol released his hold on her
wrists
and moved away from the table altogether. Feeling her wrists released
Jean tried
to pull herself across the table, but Ghupta grasped her by the waist
and pulled
her back to him while at the same time pushing his hips forward, she
sobbed as
his cock sank back into her arse. As he pulled back again Jean pushed
her upper
body off the table perhaps thinking that changing the angle she was at
would
somehow force the man from her arse, if that was her intent it did not
work;
still holding her waist Ghupta pushed forward again and Jean's head
hung down as
she gave a low cry. He pulled back once again and poured more oil down
his shaft
before pushing forwards making Jean groan in response, with slow sure
motions
Ghupta started to fuck Jean's arse in earnest and gradually I noted a
change in
the tone of her moans and groans. At first I thought I was imagining
it, but
soon I was positive that her groans of pain were becoming tinged with
pleasure,
Ghupta obviously thought so because he started to move a little faster
in her
arse. Soon there was no doubt at all that Jean was beginning to enjoy
the
motions of the man's cock in her back passage, I could no longer hear
anything
but pleasure in her groans, small gasps started to escape her and her
body began
to tremble as it always did when she drew near to a climax.

Just as he had done when fingering her arse Ghupta suddenly stopped
moving with
half his cock still outside her body, unlike before Jean did not
hesitate, her
lower body humped up from the table to swallow the rest of his cock in
her arse.
The other people in the room started clapping as though Ghupta were a
virtuoso
conductor at a concert, laughing and grinning he inclined his head
while Jean
continued to fuck him with her arse. I felt as though I were in a dream
as I
watched my wife buggering herself on this strangers oversized cock, if
it was a
dream it was a wet dream. The man let Jean continue to do all the work
for a
number of minutes, then he started to move again; pushing her flat to
the table
and holding her down with a hand between her shoulder blades Ghupta
started to
thrust into her vigorously. In an instant Jean shot to a climax, her
body almost
jerking from the table top despite the pressure of the hand holding her
down. He
seemed to keep this pace up for ages apparently taking delight in the
gradual
weakening of Jean's movements and the lowering volume of her cries, and
then he
tensed. Pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal Ghupta moved his
hand
from her back to grasp her waist and gave a mighty thrust that moved
not only
Jean but the table she lay on. Jean gave a shuddering cry of sheer
pleasure, her
upper body arched backwards until I thought her spine would snap and
her legs
straightened in one snap. I heard Ghupta give a low groan then his body
quivered
and I knew that he was filling my wife's back passage with his seed.
The two of
them held this pleasure tensed tableau for long moments before Jean
collapsed
back to the table and her legs fell limply to the floor, as she
collapsed Ghupta
started to move again, but after only a few strokes he pulled out of
Jean's
arse.

My wife lay shuddering on the table top while Ghupta moved away from
her to
rejoin his card companions, this seemed to be the signal for the rest
of the
guests to carry on the night's festivities. While Jean lay semi-
senseless on the
table top the other guests either drifted back to the main room or drew
closer
to the table. The man Walter leant over Jean and said something in her
ear,
whatever it was stirred her into motion albeit slowly and weakly,
sliding off
the table she stood on unsteady legs and almost staggered away from the
table.
To my astonishment the group of five sat back around the table as soon
as Jean
had vacated it and began to play cards again!

Tearing my eyes away from them I followed Jean as she slowly walked
across the
study towards the main room, about two thirds of the way across the
room she
came to a group of three men that were in discussion, as she went to
pass them
one of the men made a comment to her. Dropping to her knees in front of
this man
Jean opened his trousers and took out his cock, without hesitation she
took him
in her mouth and thrust all the way down on him while he carried on his
conversation as though nothing were happening. As I moved closer to the
group
Jean started to slide her mouth and throat on the man's cock, for a
while Jean
moved her head up and down on his cock, but then he put a hand to the
back of
her head and pushed her mouth right down to his groin; at the same time
one of
the other men in the group told her to stand up. Keeping the cock
buried in her
throat Jean struggled to her feet, as soon as she had reached a
position that
satisfied him the second man opened his trousers, took his erect cock
out and
thrust it into her pussy, he fucked her steadily while his companion
held his
cock buried in her throat. Some time later the man in her throat
stiffened and I
saw Jean swallowing, shortly after that the man fucking her climaxed as
well,
both of them pulled away from Jean and went back to their conversation
totally
ignoring her presence while the third man first got her to suck his
cock into
her throat, then turned her around and fucked her arse until he
climaxed. Like
his companions he pulled away from Jean and ignored her completely,
straightening she continued on her way towards the main room with me a
few steps
behind her.

And that was the pattern for the rest of the night, Jean walked around
the main
room naked but for her stockings and her dress bunched around her
waist. As she
passed the guests would either reach out and pull her to them or signal
her to
come to them, they would use her mouth or pussy or arse then act as
though she
wasn't even there. They treated Jean worse than a cheap street whore
and I felt
anger at this treatment of her, but I also found it electrifyingly
exciting
watching my beautiful wife being fucked by these strangers. Even
Wellswood took
his turn with her, more than a turn, the first time he had her suck him
off then
sent her on her way again; a little latter he fucked her pussy with
powerful
thrusts that almost lifted Jean's feet from the floor; the third time
he took
her in the arse, his thrusts just as powerful as when he'd taken her in
the
pussy. Nor was he the only one to sample her more than once or in more
than one
way, but gradually the night drew to an end as the guests started to
slowly
drift away until by three in the morning it seemed that all the guests
had gone
home. By this time Jean was totally exhausted, I had no idea how she
had managed
to keep to her feet let alone move around the room to continue to
service the
guests as it pleased them.

"Well done my dear." Wellswood grinned at Jean who stood panting and
limp, "That
contract is almost yours."

"Now look here Wellswood," I fumed, "the deal was that Jean would keep
your
guests 'entertained' until the party was over. The party looks over to
me."

He grinned as though having some secret knowledge I was not party to,
then he
turned and headed towards the study, we had little choice but to follow
him. I
went to support my exhausted wife, but Wellswood looked over his
shoulder at me
and shook his head.

"No touching, remember." He said as we entered the study.

Jean's eyes went wide while my mouth went dry, sitting at the card
table were
Ghupta and Errol, thankfully their other companions were absent. My
wife's
shoulders slumped even lower, nevertheless she moved towards the table
behind
Wellswood and I followed like a meek little lamb.

"These gentlemen wanted to say a special goodbye to you my dear."
Wellswood
smirked, "Your contract is sitting on the hall table, it's signed and
commences
in one week. It's yours once my friends have decided they have finished
with
you. Have fun my dear." Then he looked at me, "Mark you had best get
comfortable, this could take a while."

On that note Wellswood walked from the room, I watched him leave with
murder in
my heart. Looking back to the two men and my wife I decided to take
Wellswoods'
advise and went to sit in a chair at the table. As I sat down the two
men stood
up, they obviously had made up their minds that I was going to have a
grandstand
view of their finale with Jean because they moved to a point mere feet
from
where I sat and signalled Jean to join them. Meekly she moved to stand
between
the two men, neither man spoke as they reached out and began to maul
her body
with their hands; together they almost crushed her breasts, pulled at
her
nipples until they were stretched inches from her body and she cried
out with
pain. Both men fingered her pussy at the same time, stretching it in a
way that
Jean's winces told me was painful to her, then Ghupta moved his hands
from her
pussy and pushed four of his fingers into her arse at the same time
Errol was
doing the same to her pussy. As though they had practised for years
together
Ghupta and Errol moved their fingers in Jean's body in a counterpoint,
nor were
their motions slow or gentle. Errol was thrusting so hard into her
pussy that I
thought at one point that his whole hand would be forced into her,
perhaps that
was even his intent, if it was he failed in the attempt, but only by a
narrow
margin; meanwhile Ghupta was thrusting and twisting his fingers in
Jean's arse.
I shouldn't have been surprised by anything after the events of the
night, but I
was certainly surprised when after a few minutes of this treatment Jean
surged
to a powerful orgasm, apart from anything else I had not expected her
to have
the strength left to climax so hard.

The pair continued to finger her front and back passages for a few
minutes while
Jean shook and juddered between them. When they stopped and pulled
their fingers
from her body Jean looked at them with dazed eyes, Errol pointed at his
groin
and Jean reached out to take his cock out of his trousers, he then
pointed at
her mouth and Jean went to sink to her knees in front of him. Before
she had
dipped more than a few inches Ghupta had grasped her waist and, with
the firm
pressure of a hand on her back, bent her forwards from the waist.
Bending over
Jean took Errol's cock in her mouth, as she sank down on it Errol put
his hands
to the sides of her head and stopped her movement once she had taken
two thirds
of him into her mouth, a good part of his hard flesh was in her throat.
Then
Ghupta moved closer to Jean, reaching around her body he took hold of
her hands
and pulled them backwards until they rested on her buttocks; pressing
her hands
tight to her cheeks he then moved her hands outwards, releasing her
hands he
watched in satisfaction as she continued the movement that spread her
cheeks
wide. Next Ghupta pressed his cock to Jean's anus, unlike his taking of
her anal
virginity there was little resistance to his entry and when he had the
cap in
her arse he stopped.

For a few minutes the two men remained still with Jean impaled between
them,
then Ghupta looked over her back at Errol and nodded, grinning Errol
released
his hold on Jean's head and pulled his cock back until it was all but
out of her
mouth. Then, with an animalistic grunt he reversed his course burying
the full
length of his cock in my wife's throat in one single thrust that drove
her back
onto the full length of Ghupta's mighty cock. Jean gave a muffled
gurgling
squeal then shook in climax as both men pulled back from her. Once
again Errol
pulled almost all the way out of her mouth then thrust into her and
thus drove
her back onto Ghupta's cock, it was the most amazing thing I'd seen so
far that
night, it was as though Errol were making Jean fuck Ghupta by fucking
her mouth.
The two men seemed to be tireless in their pounding of Jean's mouth and
arse,
for ages Errol drove Jean back onto Ghupta's cock, then suddenly he
became still
and it was Ghupta that thrust into Jean's arse driving her mouth and
throat onto
Errol's cock. Twice more they reversed roles before eventually pulling
their
cocks from Jean to take up new positions.

Up to that point I had thought that I could get no more excited without
cumming,
but astonishingly my cock grew even harder and my balls even tighter at
the
sight of this strange technique of double fucking. After all the events
of that
night it was staggering to me that I had not cum once and though I was
becoming
more aroused than at any point that night it was without the release of
a
climax, the sensation was actually beginning to get painful.

Entranced I watched as Errol sat on the floor, his cock thrusting
proudly out of
his flies, reaching up he turned Jean so that her back was to him then
pulled
her down to him. Jean sank into a crouch until she felt his cock touch
her skin
at which point she reached under her body, grasped Errol's cock and
held it
still while she lowered her pussy onto it. Almost immediately Jean
began
bouncing up and down on his black shaft, groaning and sighing with the
pleasure
this was so obviously giving her, but then Ghupta moved to stand in
front of
her; his huge cock standing proudly in front of her face. Despite where
that
cock had just been Jean reached up and took it into her mouth, her head
bent
back to give easier access to her throat, nor was Ghupta slow to take
advantage
of this position. Almost lifting his feet off the ground he drove his
eleven
inches of hard flesh into Jean's throat until her lips were crushed
against his
groin, his action drove her down onto Errol and his cock pushed even
deeper into
her pussy. I was certain that he had entered her womb and felt a shiver
of
excitement at the thought of his black cock shooting off directly into
my wife's
womb.

Once again they seemed tireless, with cruelly strong thrusts Ghupta
fucked Jeans
mouth and throat and I felt certain that her throat would be sore and
bruised
after all it had been forced to take that night. As for Errol he had
begun to
thrust up into her pussy each time Ghupta plunged downwards and between
the two
of them it didn't take long for Jean to hit an orgasm peak that did not
fade or
dim. Unbelievably neither man spoke a word to each other or to Jean,
their only
sounds were small sighs of pleasure and the occasional grunt, however
my wife
more than made up for their lack of noise; her loud groans, moans and
cries,
muffled though they were by the cock filling her throat, dispelled the
silence
of the room. They also drowned out the sound of my own ragged, excited
breathing
for which I was grateful, it would have been mortifying to me for Jean
to have
heard how aroused her being abused made me.

Still without climaxing the pair withdrew from Jean who had simply
fallen
forwards off Errol's cock as soon as Ghupta had taken his mighty tool
from her
mouth. I remember thinking at that point that they surely couldn't do
much more
to Jean, that they had to cum sooner or later, but I seemed to be the
only one
that thought this. Watching the two men switch positions I saw Errol
driving
down into Jeans mouth, which forced her even harder down on Ghupta's
cock that
lay wholly buried within her pussy; on and on they pounded while Jean's
muffled
cries grew ever weaker and her shudders of orgasmic bliss sank to weak
trembles.
Only when she was at last hanging almost silent and limp between them
did the
two men move away from her, as they stood up Jean crouched on her hands
and
knees, her breathing coming in great ragged gulps of air, her head
hanging
limply between her shoulders. She'd barely had a few moments to recover
before
the pair were using her yet again, this time Ghupta sat on the floor
and pulled
Jean down onto his cock, only it wasn't her pussy he sank it into.
Before she
had sunk more than a few inches on Ghupta's pole Errol took hold of
Jean's
ankles and pulled her legs from under her, she squealed as her own body
weight
drove her down on Ghupta's cock. Reaching round her body Ghupta lay
back puling
Jean with him, his hands locked to her breasts, his cock buried in her
arse.
Errol knelt between her legs and forced his cock into her pussy with
one thrust,
once again I watched what seemed to be well practised movements as they
fucked
her pussy and arse in counterpoint.

This was their final position and with cruel strokes they drove
themselves to
climax without regard to the body they were fucking, Jean was so far
gone in
bliss and exhaustion that all she could do was flop limply to their
thrusts,
their motions shaking and shuddering her body violently. It was Errol
that came
first, and with a grunt he pushed forward so hard that he crushed Jeans
pussy
lips so forcefully that I just knew that she would be bruised. Moments
later
Ghupta did the same in Jean's arse, he groaned as his body quivered in
climax,
on top of her Errol was trembling as his hips jerked with each spurt of
juices
he shot into her depths. Doubly impaled and filled with juices Jean
gave a
strangled cry and literally passed out, the only thing that surprised
me about
this was that it hadn't happened before this time. Both men remained
still until
Jean regained her senses somewhat, then Errol rose and presented his
glistening
cock to Jean for cleaning, her sucking it to the root and cleaning it
of their
mingles juices was the penultimate act of the night. The final act came
when
Ghupta pushed her off him, stood and presented his filthy cock to her
for
cleaning, nor did Jean hesitate to suck him down her throat and keep
him there
until his cock was totally cleaned.

Throughout all this the two men had said nothing, they had taken Jean
brutally
together without having removed a stitch of clothing and now they
stuffed their
cocks back into their trousers, did up their flies, nodded a farewell
to me and
walked out of the room leaving Jean a quivering heap on the floor. For
some
minutes I sat staring at my wife fighting the urge to continue her
abuse by
taking her myself, but I could clearly see that she'd had more than
enough for
one night no matter how desperate my need was I couldn't take her like
this.
Eventually I forced myself out of my chair and went to my wife, as I
reached out
to help her to her feet she pulled away from me.

"Don't touch me ...!" Jean snapped at me, part of her comment was lost
to the
sudden buzzing in my ears.

Numbly I stood back and let her struggle to her feet by herself, even
though we
were alone Jean left her dress bunched around her waist as she headed
towards
the hallway. Sure enough the contract that Jean had gone through so
much for was
on the hall table along with two video tapes; I picked up the contract
and read
it, relieved to note that it had been both signed and witnessed and
that the
contract value was almost double the figure I had been negotiating for.
As for
the tapes I had no doubt what they contained, nor was I foolish enough
to
believe that they were the only copies, thankfully my wife was too
tired to
notice that I had more than the promised contract in my hands. With
tottering
steps Jean headed for the door and only once that door was closed
behind us did
she untie the halter strings and adjust her dress to some semblance of
order.
Our car was parked at the foot of the stairs with the keys in it, I
lost no time
in getting the engine going while Jean collapsed into the passenger
seat.

*******************************************

When we got home I made no effort to help my wife inside, her
sharp 'Don't touch
me' had chilled me to the core and I reluctantly maintained my distance
from
her. The thought running through my mind was that somehow she had
sensed my
arousal at her abuse and was disgusted with me. Yet I was puzzled by
the look of
almost despair she seemed to give me as I let her stagger her way
indoors
unaided. Inside we headed straight upstairs to our room, Jean quickly
discarded
her stained clothing and headed for the bathroom without saying a
single word to
me. Upset yet desperate for relief I headed to the spare room where I
gave
myself the relief I desperately needed the only way I could since Jean
had
apparently shut me out, by hand. It took ages to finally achieve a
climax and it
left me so drained that I just didn't have the energy to return to our
room,
nor, if the truth be known, could I face being rejected by my wife
again. Filled
with guilt and sorrow I lay back on the spare bed, still fully clothed
and fell
into a restless slumber filled with dreams of the nights' events. Only
in these
dreams all the men that were abusing Jean had my face.

I woke to feel my pants sticking to me, there was no mystery in this,
my dreams
had made me cum copiously, and my dried sperm had bonded my pants to my
skin.
Almost dreading what would greet me I went to our bedroom, as I entered
I could
hear the steady sound of my wife's breathing and realised that she was
still
asleep. Grateful for small mercies I quickly striped off my soiled
clothing,
grabbed some fresh clothes from my cupboards and headed to the bathroom
to
shower. The flow of water may have washed away the grime from my body,
but my
guilt was not so easily removed no matter how hard I rubbed at my skin.
When I
left the bathroom I was torn between checking on Jean and avoiding her
likely
rejection of me, I guess I was a coward because I chose to slip
downstairs to
make myself a drink.

As I passed through the hall I saw the contract lying on the hall stand
where I
had left it when we had got in, under it were the two tapes and I felt
my heart
thumping at the thought of how Jean would react when she discovered
this
evidence of her actions of that night. Taking the tapes and the
contract I
headed for the living room, the contract I placed on the coffee table;
looking
at the tapes I wondered where I could hide them, the spare room seemed
to be the
best option and I made my way back upstairs. When I left the spare room
for the
second time that morning it was to the sound of movement from our
bedroom, when
I peeked in I saw that Jean was awake, but barely able to move.

"You stay in bed," I said from the doorway, "I'll get you some
breakfast."

Making the breakfast gave me enough time to screw up the courage to go
near my
wife, though I dreaded how she would react. When I took the tray to her
Jean
struggled to sit up, the covers falling from her upper body to reveal
that she
had not worn a nightdress; more, I could clearly see bruises starting
to form
all over her arms, shoulders, waist, breasts and even on her chin. Jean
took the
breakfast tray from me without a word while I stood there looking at
her abused
body knowing that the bruising could only come from the fingers that
had dug
into her flesh while she was being fucked by all and sundry. As though
with a
life of it's own my cock swelled towards erection at the knowledge of
how she
had got her bruises, I felt my face flush guiltily and rushed from the
room
before Jean spotted the bulge in my trousers, I had no desire to add to
her
disgust with me. As I got to the door Jean spoke, her voice low and
rasping, her
throat obviously bruised from the abuse it had taken.

"The contract?" she croaked out.

"It's downstairs." I replied avoiding her eyes, "Eat your breakfast and
get some
rest, I've got a couple of things I need to do, but I'll check on you
later."

I almost fled from the room even though all I really wanted to do was
to hold my
wife I could not face the accusing looks I expected her to give me. Nor
could I
face another sharp 'don't touch me' from her, those three words and the
tone of
voice they had been delivered in still haunted me.

That was the start of the worst three weeks of our marriage, for the
first three
days Jean lay in bed as while her emerging bruises made her stiff and
sore,
during those days I would attend to her needs, but I couldn't meet her
eyes, nor
could I stay with her for long, my own feelings of guilt drove me from
the
bedroom. That first night I moved into the spare room, my excuse being
that my
being in the bed with her could be painful for her if I rolled over in
the
night, even to me it sounded a feeble excuse. On the fourth day Jean
got out of
bed, though the stiff way she move told me that her body still ached;
now that
she was not confined to the bedroom I sought escape by going to work,
not that
there was much to do there, but it was the only way I could avoid Jean.
Not that
I was idle all the time I was at the office, I spent some of the time
setting up
the orders and deliveries to fulfil that damned contract with
Wellswood, but
most of the time I sat staring at a blank wall remembering the things
that had
been done to my wife and getting erections that literally ached until I
wanked
to relieve the pressure. Of course this merely added to my guilt
feelings.

As the days stretched into a week a sort of tense silence filled the
house,
alone in the spare room at night I would wank to thoughts of taking
Jean the way
the men at the party had taken her, my dreams were filled with using
her body as
they had and every morning saw a new sticky wet patch on the sheets.
During the
days I would hide in the office, but even there I was unable to escape
the
arousing thoughts or the guilt that filled me even as I had them.

The second week saw Jean well on the way to recovery physically, from
time to
time I noticed her about to speak and would escape before she could
berate me
for my excitement at her abuse. During that week I rarely saw my wife
and
towards the later part of the week I was almost relieved to find that
she would
be in the bedroom before I got back. Alone in the office I would have
moments of
anger, raging in impotent fury I would curse Wellswood and my own
weakness in
letting Jean agree to his terms, our business may well have been saved,
but our
marriage was falling apart around me and I dreaded the inevitable point
when
Jean would ask me to leave our home. More than once I tried to pluck up
the
courage to talk to her, to apologise for becoming so aroused by what
had
happened to her, but my courage came from a bottle and by the time I
had drunk
enough 'brave' I was too pissed to leave the office.

It was at the end of the third week that the event I was dreading
occurred, Jean
confronted me. She caught me as I slipped in after midnight, appearing
as though
from nowhere in the darkness of the hall she blocked my path to the
stairs.

"Mark, we need to talk." She said quietly.

"It's late," I muttered lamely, "can't this wait until morning?"

"And have you sneaking out of the house before I wake," she replied
flatly, "we
can't avoid this any longer Mark."

Nodding I followed her into the living room, blinking as she turned on
the light
I headed straight for the drinks cabinet, there was no way I could face
what was
to come without a drink. A moment later I turned to face the music,
unable to
look Jean in the face I stared at the bottom of my glass, clearing my
throat I
started to try to explain the excitement I had felt that night, even
though I
didn't understand it myself. Jean never gave me the chance to speak,
suddenly
she was standing inches away from me, I couldn't help but look at her
face in
surprise, what I saw surprised me even more; tears flowed freely from
her eyes.

"Mark," she was sobbing, "I can't bear this any longer, please Mark,
please
don't reject me this way. I understand that you hate me for letting all
those
men use me, but I thought ... oh God ... I thought if I could get
through that
night we could save everything we have, but none of it is worth
anything if you
leave me."

I stared at her in disbelief, for three weeks I had believed that it
was she
that was disgusted with me because I had been so aroused to see her
used by all
those men, my own guilt had torn me apart. Now Jean was telling me that
she
thought that I was rejecting her; could all my fears have been so
groundless?
Then I remembered how she had snapped at me not to touch her.

"Mark?" she sobbed softly.

"That night ... you ..." I faltered then tried again, "Jean when I went
to help
you ... the way you told me not to touch you ... I thought you ..." I
felt my
mouth go try as I forced the words out, "that you were rejecting me ...
that you
had seen how turned on the things they did to you made me. And I was
afraid ...
afraid that I couldn't satisfy you the way they did."

This time it was Jean that stared in disbelief, her eyes had gone wide
as I had
talked until it seemed they would bulge from their sockets.

"You thought I ..." she almost whispered, "Oh Mark, never, I could
never reject
you! The way I spoke, I had to stop you, we were still in his house, I
was
afraid that if you touched me it would all have been for nothing." Then
she
blinked and went on, "Is that why you didn't help me after that?"

"Yes," I sighed looking at the floor, "I thought you didn't want me
to ..."

"Oh Mark, no, no." She said firmly, "I dearly wanted nothing more than
for you
to hold me."

I was dumbstruck at her words as I realised what a fool I had been all
this
time.

"As for the rest," she said with a shake of her head, "I don't blame
you for
being turned on, you'd have had to be inhuman not to have got some
thrill out of
seeing a woman being fucked that way, even if that woman was your wife.
I
thought you were angry because of my climaxing with them and ... and
for letting
them do things I had always denied you."

"I was angry for a while," I admitted with a sigh, "not about you
climaxing,
that was inevitable with so many of them playing with your body, but
seeing you
do things ... well I felt angry and inadequate."

"Inadequate?" she frowned.

"That I didn't excite you enough to want to try new things with me," I
explained, "stupid of me I know, but that was how I felt at the time."

We looked at each other then burst out laughing, partly from the humour
in the
whole situation, but mostly from sheer relief. Putting my glass down I
took Jean
in my arms and held her tight, silently I vowed never again to stay
quiet if I
had a concern, my silence had almost destroyed the thing most precious
to me,
our marriage. For the rest of that night we talked as we had never done
before,
the sun was just rising when we finally went upstairs to our bedroom
and climbed
into bed together. Tired though we were we made passionate love
together then
fell asleep cradled in each other's arms.

*******************************************

Three years on we had everything we had ever dreamed of, the Wellswood
contract
and the contracts we received from others who had been there that night
not only
got us out of debt, they made us a booming company. Other contracts
came in,
ones not associated with Wellswood or his circle, until we reached a
point where
we could tell Wellswood and his friends just where to go, there was a
great deal
of satisfaction in that for both of us. Yet in a way I suppose I owed
Wellswood
a little gratitude, from the night Jean and I found out how foolish we
had been
she denied me nothing in the area of sex, Jean's reasoning was that if
she'd let
strangers fuck the shit out of her how can she deny me the same
pleasure. And
let me tell you, it was a pleasure!

As for the tapes of that night, we still have our copies, I told Jean
about them
and we watched them the once a couple of days later, but just the once;
though
we both got turned on by what was on the tapes we preferred to put that
night
behind us.

And there you have it, how we achieved our success.

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