PART 6
AUTHORS NOTE - Thank you very much for the email. The overwhelming majority have gone for the sad ending - shame. So here we go...
I found it difficult to work, my mind wandered back to the events of last Saturday. People at work asked hoew the weekend had gone. I told them that we missed the show but did not elaborate. luckily no one missed Karen.
Come Friday I could wait no more, I took the afternoon off and set off on my motorbike on the 200 mile journey to London. It was a bright summers day and as I rode my mind ran through all of the possible combinations on what actions I should take.
Five hours later I was parking my bike in a motorcycle bay barely 400 yards from the club. I had decided my strategy. I was going to try to see Karen at the club, if not I would report her missing to the police. I had thought of the police earlier but as she was doing her course any complaint would have appeared idiotic.
I went to the club. I did not recognise the doorman, this one was an asian guy. I asked to see Karen . He said no and I got agitated and threatened to call the police.
'Hold on please' he said and pressed a button. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Mick appeared.
'Where is she, what have you done to her?' I asked.
'Nothing that the lady did not want'
I demanded to see her and to my surprise Mick said 'Sure - it's o.k. free entry' he said to the doorman.
Downstairs and through the door we went. Despite the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon the club looked no different as dirty and tacky as ever. I did not recognise eirther of the waitresses on duty at the bar, but over the other side of the room I saw the back of my wife as she knelt in front of a businessesman obviously giving him a blow job.
'Drink ?' Mick laughed.
I shook my head. 'What have you done to her?' I asked.
'Everything and more' he whispered.
The sound of grunting and a 'Yess' came from the other side of the room as the businessman came inside Karens mouth. Karen got up and walked across the roon towards us. The first thing I noticed was that her pubic hair had been shaved off and there was mild bruising on her tits. When she was 2-3 yards from the bar she recognised me and began to reach forward to hug me. Her eyes lit up. Mick held his hand between us - we were one yard apart. I looked into her eyes and then down at her tits, no my eyes did not decive me there was a ring through her right nipple.
'What have they done to you I asked ?'
'Karen' interrupted Mick, 'Think carefully before you answer, would you rather kiss your husband , or lick my ass.'
She hesitated a second and then said 'Lick your ass'
'I am shy' Mick joked ' lets go in the cabin'. 'Dave' he called to the bouncer 'make sure he watches everything'
Dave held me against the slot so I could see into the cabin. Mick pulled down his dirty jeans and underwera and knelt on all fours. Karen crawled between his buutocks and to my disbelief began to run her toung up his dirty swatey hairy crack. Her tongue went inside his asshole. He said something but I could not make it out. She sunk her finger in his asshole, worked it in and out a few times before looking at me and sucking it clean. I was disgusted. This had excited Mick as he soon sat down, jerked himself off and brought Karens head down on his cock just as he came.
A few minute later he came out of the cabin.
'Now you little northern bastard.. fuck off back home and tomorrow Karen and me will visit you.. she wants to collect her things and move out'
The bouncer escorted me up the stairs, tears ran down my cheeks I could not beieve what had just happened. I mounted my bike and sped off home. My frustrations meant I went faster and faster 90,100,110 and less than 3 hours later I was home.
I had no idea what tomorrow would bring and aftera few beers fell into a light sleep.
My house, or our house, was nothing special just a semi-detatched on a normal housing estate, with a small drive. The next morning I waited 10, 11 , 12 perhaps they were not coming and then at about 3 in the afternoon the white transit van pulled up and out got Mick, Clive and Karen.
Mick put his arm round Karen -what would the neighbours think- and headed into the house. Karen was dressed in the same jeans and shoes, but had a different T shirt, a white shirt with the logo of a brand of Gin on it. I could make out her tiots and clearly she was not wearing a bra.
'Go upstairs and pack your clothes' Mick ordered, have a shower and put on your lightest shortes summer dress - and nothing else'
'What do you want ? ' I asked Mick when Karen left.
'Well I want to teach you some more humility - don't worry we won't hurt anyone, but Clive here will make sure you don't try anything'
'Lovely woman.. oh her ass when you fuck it it is mmmm oh of course you don't know.. and the way she wakes me up with a blow job.. wow.. do you know she will do anythting for me.. would she do that for you ?'
I was seething the anger built up but there was nothing I could do umless I was prepared to take a severe beating.
'How??' I asked. ' I will tell you later, but for now a further demonstration of my ownership'
'I understand that the two of you had a run in with a lad Vic and his father'
Vic was a nasty piece of work, local street bully, scratching cars threatening people swearing. I had reported them to the police about a month ago and things had gone quiet - but they had made the usual empty threats.
'Well I have invited them here for a drink tonight at 8 p.m. - could be interesting'
Karen came downstairs wearing a pink flowered dress. It ws so short that when she was on the top two stairs it was clear that she was not wearing any panties.
'Right off to the pub so you can buy us all a round of drinks'
We got in the transit van. I am sure that the neighbours could see Karens ass as she got into the van. I was told to sit in the back, Clive drove and both Mick and Clives hands wandered up Karens dress as we drove.
Another hot summers day - yes we do have them in England - and we pulled up at a country pub. There were a dozen or so patrons ouside including some lads on the way to play football. As we walked though the door Clive placed his hand on Karens skirt and raised it up - clearly showing all that she had nothing underneath.
I ordered and paid for a round of drinks - Karen and I were on non alcoholic drinks. Sitting in the old bar, there was no doubt that our group and the scanily dressed Karen were the topic of converation. Mick whispered something to Karen.
We supped our drinks at the oak tables - after 5 minutes one of the football supporters came in. Mick nodded, Karen got up and sidled up to the fottball fan who was about 19, thin and spotty. Whatever karen was saying he did not agree with he shook his head, they carried on and then Karen led him by the hands to the toilets.
'Your wife is going to give him a blow job by the mens urinals' Mick whispered I was shocked. A few minutes later the barman, a large 50 year old man headed to the toilets. Shouting was heard, 'Get out you filthy cow' he cried as Karen came bursting through the door follwed by the youth still pulling up his trousers.
Mick and Clive laughed as we made our way to the van. 'Take him in the van and finish him off then' Mick ordered Karen, but the lads was too nervous and beat a hasty retreat.
We drove home to await the arrival of Vic and his ***, the local hard man.
Once back home Mick and Clive went round the room collecting things of value. Mick came across our wedding photo. He placed it on the floor and ordered Karen to lay on it with her pussy on the picture. He dropped his jeans and proceded to fuck Karen as she lay on the picture. As he came he withdrew and let the cum fall on to the picture.
'A little someting to remind you of me ' he laughed.
(Any suggestions for the visit of Vic and his *** ?) .'
AUTHORS NOTE - Thank you very much for the email. The overwhelming majority have gone for the sad ending - shame. So here we go...
I found it difficult to work, my mind wandered back to the events of last Saturday. People at work asked hoew the weekend had gone. I told them that we missed the show but did not elaborate. luckily no one missed Karen.
Come Friday I could wait no more, I took the afternoon off and set off on my motorbike on the 200 mile journey to London. It was a bright summers day and as I rode my mind ran through all of the possible combinations on what actions I should take.
Five hours later I was parking my bike in a motorcycle bay barely 400 yards from the club. I had decided my strategy. I was going to try to see Karen at the club, if not I would report her missing to the police. I had thought of the police earlier but as she was doing her course any complaint would have appeared idiotic.
I went to the club. I did not recognise the doorman, this one was an asian guy. I asked to see Karen . He said no and I got agitated and threatened to call the police.
'Hold on please' he said and pressed a button. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Mick appeared.
'Where is she, what have you done to her?' I asked.
'Nothing that the lady did not want'
I demanded to see her and to my surprise Mick said 'Sure - it's o.k. free entry' he said to the doorman.
Downstairs and through the door we went. Despite the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon the club looked no different as dirty and tacky as ever. I did not recognise eirther of the waitresses on duty at the bar, but over the other side of the room I saw the back of my wife as she knelt in front of a businessesman obviously giving him a blow job.
'Drink ?' Mick laughed.
I shook my head. 'What have you done to her?' I asked.
'Everything and more' he whispered.
The sound of grunting and a 'Yess' came from the other side of the room as the businessman came inside Karens mouth. Karen got up and walked across the roon towards us. The first thing I noticed was that her pubic hair had been shaved off and there was mild bruising on her tits. When she was 2-3 yards from the bar she recognised me and began to reach forward to hug me. Her eyes lit up. Mick held his hand between us - we were one yard apart. I looked into her eyes and then down at her tits, no my eyes did not decive me there was a ring through her right nipple.
'What have they done to you I asked ?'
'Karen' interrupted Mick, 'Think carefully before you answer, would you rather kiss your husband , or lick my ass.'
She hesitated a second and then said 'Lick your ass'
'I am shy' Mick joked ' lets go in the cabin'. 'Dave' he called to the bouncer 'make sure he watches everything'
Dave held me against the slot so I could see into the cabin. Mick pulled down his dirty jeans and underwera and knelt on all fours. Karen crawled between his buutocks and to my disbelief began to run her toung up his dirty swatey hairy crack. Her tongue went inside his asshole. He said something but I could not make it out. She sunk her finger in his asshole, worked it in and out a few times before looking at me and sucking it clean. I was disgusted. This had excited Mick as he soon sat down, jerked himself off and brought Karens head down on his cock just as he came.
A few minute later he came out of the cabin.
'Now you little northern bastard.. fuck off back home and tomorrow Karen and me will visit you.. she wants to collect her things and move out'
The bouncer escorted me up the stairs, tears ran down my cheeks I could not beieve what had just happened. I mounted my bike and sped off home. My frustrations meant I went faster and faster 90,100,110 and less than 3 hours later I was home.
I had no idea what tomorrow would bring and aftera few beers fell into a light sleep.
My house, or our house, was nothing special just a semi-detatched on a normal housing estate, with a small drive. The next morning I waited 10, 11 , 12 perhaps they were not coming and then at about 3 in the afternoon the white transit van pulled up and out got Mick, Clive and Karen.
Mick put his arm round Karen -what would the neighbours think- and headed into the house. Karen was dressed in the same jeans and shoes, but had a different T shirt, a white shirt with the logo of a brand of Gin on it. I could make out her tiots and clearly she was not wearing a bra.
'Go upstairs and pack your clothes' Mick ordered, have a shower and put on your lightest shortes summer dress - and nothing else'
'What do you want ? ' I asked Mick when Karen left.
'Well I want to teach you some more humility - don't worry we won't hurt anyone, but Clive here will make sure you don't try anything'
'Lovely woman.. oh her ass when you fuck it it is mmmm oh of course you don't know.. and the way she wakes me up with a blow job.. wow.. do you know she will do anythting for me.. would she do that for you ?'
I was seething the anger built up but there was nothing I could do umless I was prepared to take a severe beating.
'How??' I asked. ' I will tell you later, but for now a further demonstration of my ownership'
'I understand that the two of you had a run in with a lad Vic and his father'
Vic was a nasty piece of work, local street bully, scratching cars threatening people swearing. I had reported them to the police about a month ago and things had gone quiet - but they had made the usual empty threats.
'Well I have invited them here for a drink tonight at 8 p.m. - could be interesting'
Karen came downstairs wearing a pink flowered dress. It ws so short that when she was on the top two stairs it was clear that she was not wearing any panties.
'Right off to the pub so you can buy us all a round of drinks'
We got in the transit van. I am sure that the neighbours could see Karens ass as she got into the van. I was told to sit in the back, Clive drove and both Mick and Clives hands wandered up Karens dress as we drove.
Another hot summers day - yes we do have them in England - and we pulled up at a country pub. There were a dozen or so patrons ouside including some lads on the way to play football. As we walked though the door Clive placed his hand on Karens skirt and raised it up - clearly showing all that she had nothing underneath.
I ordered and paid for a round of drinks - Karen and I were on non alcoholic drinks. Sitting in the old bar, there was no doubt that our group and the scanily dressed Karen were the topic of converation. Mick whispered something to Karen.
We supped our drinks at the oak tables - after 5 minutes one of the football supporters came in. Mick nodded, Karen got up and sidled up to the fottball fan who was about 19, thin and spotty. Whatever karen was saying he did not agree with he shook his head, they carried on and then Karen led him by the hands to the toilets.
'Your wife is going to give him a blow job by the mens urinals' Mick whispered I was shocked. A few minutes later the barman, a large 50 year old man headed to the toilets. Shouting was heard, 'Get out you filthy cow' he cried as Karen came bursting through the door follwed by the youth still pulling up his trousers.
Mick and Clive laughed as we made our way to the van. 'Take him in the van and finish him off then' Mick ordered Karen, but the lads was too nervous and beat a hasty retreat.
We drove home to await the arrival of Vic and his ***, the local hard man.
Once back home Mick and Clive went round the room collecting things of value. Mick came across our wedding photo. He placed it on the floor and ordered Karen to lay on it with her pussy on the picture. He dropped his jeans and proceded to fuck Karen as she lay on the picture. As he came he withdrew and let the cum fall on to the picture.
'A little someting to remind you of me ' he laughed.
(Any suggestions for the visit of Vic and his *** ?) .'
