It was an old bowling alley, probably built in the early 1950’s when the freeways were just starting to make their way this far out of the city.  It contained 30 lanes, a counter where the shoes were stored and the games where paid for, a snack bar, and a separate bar/restaurant.  Oh, it had all the other “usuals,” a trophy case and a ball cleaner.  In short, it looked just like a bowling alley from the 1950’s in the suburbs of a large East Coast city.


I married her right before I was transferred east. Lyndia is a beautiful statuesque blonde with big innocent blue eyes and incredible long legs.  With her long blonde hair pulled up behind her head and her conservative clothing she looked, well, glamorous.  We were both young, in our mid-20’s, and I was taken by her beauty, god she was beautiful!.  She was about 5’7”, as I mentioned blonde (natural), with long awesome legs, slim hips, a perfectly flat belly, and nice, soft “c” cup breasts.  A fucking wet dream.


The only real problem was that she wasn’t very much in bed.  Seeing her naked, which didn’t happen all that often, was enough to send any heterosexual male into a frenzy.  But, the frenzy was never returned.  It wasn’t that I didn’t try.  We spent hours in bed as I patiently made love to her.  I would touch her and message her, tell her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.  I gently played with her tits and pussy, eating her until my tongue would cramp.  Oh, to see her pussy.  Her lips would turn pink with my play.  She has blonde/red pussy hair that’s so fine it’s almost like no hair at all.


While she seemed to enjoy the play, and her pussy would get wet from my gentle licking and sucking, it was not unusual for her to be completely dry again when I tried to enter her.  I’m of average size, and when I did get it in, she would be so tight that I wouldn’t last long.  Of course, all that foreplay didn’t help my staying power.  Lyndia didn’t give head.  She’d touch me if I wanted, but no head.


Right after we married I was offered a great job and we moved across the country, renting an apartment two blocks from the bowling alley.  At first I thought her lack of response was just because she was leaving home for the first time and the stress of the move was too much.  A few months later I had to admit to myself that it was just her.


I worked in the city.  It wasn’t far, maybe only 10 miles or so, but it wasn’t unusual for the drive to take an hour each way.  They had started to build the freeway right after World War II and they never guessed how many cars would be on it each morning and evening.  My job in the financial district kept me busy often from early morning until into the evening.  Lyndia is a great corporate asset.  She’s beautiful, sophisticated looking, and a good conversationalist although she was young and her formal education ended with high school.


It was in the fall that Lyndia surprised me with her new job at the bowling alley.  She really wanted something to do.  A job that was close and didn’t require much of her, but where she could meet people.  I was so in love and I had placed her on such a pedestal, that I was disappointed that she would want to work in a bowling alley but I was willing to give her anything she wanted. 


It was a workday in January when the snow started.  I didn’t notice until the middle of the afternoon, but by then the streets were already covered and traffic was a mess.  By 5:00, the radio was announcing that the authorities were recommending that people not use the freeways.  The hotel rooms in the city were already gone by 5:00 and most of the staff had decided to stay in the office and, well, party.  I called Lyndia at the bowling alley and told her I wouldn’t be home.  She sounded fine and said that the snow was really bad and almost nobody was bowling.


By 6:00, the “party” in the office had turned into a disaster.  The mailroom guys were drinking heavily, the women had all retreated to one of the conference rooms were they’d locked the door, and one small fight had already broken out.  The senior staff had hotel rooms, so anarchy ruled.  A friend of mine with a four-wheel drive truck decided that he had had enough and since he lived only a few miles from me, asked if I’d go with him if he tried to make it home.  I agreed, and without calling Lyndia, we set off.


The roads were a mess.  The snow was falling heavily and it took until 10:00 to reach my apartment.  Lyndia wasn’t home so I changed out of my work clothes and started the walk to the bowling alley were I thought I’d surprise my wife and get some food.  The streets were deserted and the parking lot of the alley was almost empty with only a few employee cars covered with snow.


The alley was also deserted as I walked through the main door.  The lights were on but there was nobody to be seen and the whole place felt empty.  I walked past the counter where the shoes were rented and back to the snack bar where Lyndia worked.  Again, nobody to be seen.  Behind the snack bar was a window into the bar/ restaurant.  The window was for Lyndia to order hot food and drinks (usually beer) from the bar.  Since the snack bar had been added long after the bowling alley was built, the window didn’t line up with anything.  It just entered the bar in the middle of the wall.  The window had a shelf, a bell, and a spindle.  When Lyndia wanted to order something she would place the order on the spindle, and ring the bell.  The bartender or waitress would take the order off the spindle and, eventually, place the order on the shelf.


As I neared the snack bar I could hear music and voices coming through the window so I walked around the counter and looked through the window directly into the bar.  As soon as I did, I dropped out of sight so that nobody could see me.  Because the bar was empty, I could see directly into the big circular booth on the far wall.  It was not a big bar and the far wall was only about 15 feet away.  In that booth sat Lyndia and the four other employees of the bowling alley.  The jukebox was playing and the table was full of empty glasses and beer bottle.  Lyndia was laughing and her beautiful face was flushed.  As I peeked over the side of the window Lynida, who never drank more than a small glass of wine, took a big swallow from a shot glass and I heard one of the guys joke about the drinking game they were playing and that’s what she had to do when she lost a round.


The owner was sitting on Lyndia’s right.  He was probably in his late-30’s and looked like a character from the TV show the “Sopranos.”  In fact his name was Tony; he wore gold chains and rings and fancied himself a tough guy.  On Lyndia's left were Eric the bartender and Allen, the cook.  Eric was a biker.  He wore his blonde hair long and dirty looking to match his beard.  He was trim and muscular looking.  Allen was an immense black guy with the meanest face I’d ever seen.  He looked like he’s just as soon rip off a head as anything but it was a lie.  He actually was a great guy with a terrific sense of humor.  When he laughed, which was often, his whole face would light up.


Sitting in a chair pulled away from the table was Mitch.  Mitch was the maintenance guy and probably in his early 50’s.  He always wore gray work pants and shirts from Sears.  He as short and painfully thin.  I had never heard him laugh or even say much of anything.  He was usually in the back with the pin setting machines and such.


Lyndia was clearly enjoying herself.  She was laughing and playing their game and losing on a regular basis.  Every time she lost, Eric would pour her a shot of Tequila.  After a few minutes Tony told Mitch that he didn’t think anybody was going to be bowling, what with the snow and all, and would Mitch turn off the lights and lock up.  I dropped behind the counter again as I heard Mitch walk down the hall from the bar and into the alley itself.  I could hear him walk to the front of the building and turn the deadbolt lock.  On his way back he stepped behind the shoe counter and suddenly the alley was dark.  The only light came from a couple of night-lights near the front door and the light coming through the window from the bar.


I don’t know why I hid.  I was completely intrigued by what was happening.  I wanted to see where this was going.  I’d never seen Lyndia drink like this, and I was being turned on imagining the possibilities.


As I peeked back through the window, I heard Tony ask Lyndia to dance.  The jukebox was playing a slow tune and I saw Lyndia shake her head no and tell him that she really didn’t want to.  Tony stopped smiling at that, gripped her hand and said that he did want to dance and that she might like it.  He stood up, taking her with him, and pulled her in front of the table.  I watched as they started to move to the music.  Lyndia was clearly drunk as she looked up at Tony with shinning eyes and said “ok Tony, anything you like.”


The dance quickly began to heat up.  Tony pulled her close and I watched as he pushed his pelvis into hers.  I watched as he moved his hands over her back and down to her butt.  I expected her to stop him, but she didn’t.  Soon he was trying to kiss her and when she moved her head away so he couldn’t he grasped her face and forced his mouth onto hers.  I thought about saying something at that point and probably would have, but I was stopped by a moan.  It was Lyndia moaning into Tony’s mouth as he held her face in his hand and forced her to kiss him.


Tony’s other hand was busy also.  He was pulling up her skirt and as Lyndia put her hand down to stop him he grabbed her hand and twisted her arm behind her back, and taking his hand from her face he pulled up her dress again.


I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  Lyndia’s chest was raising in falling in great breaths and I’m sure she didn’t know that she was still moaning into his mouth.  With her dress up Tony roughly stuck his hand between Lyndia’s legs.  With that her head went back and a loud “Ahhhh god” escaped her mouth.  Bending her backwards, she came to rest on the table.  A table cleared in a great hurry by Eric and Allan as they saw what was happening.  The bottles, glasses and ashtrays were off the table and onto the booth seat in seconds.


Tony now had his mouth on Lyndia’s throat as he continued to hold her hand behind her back.  Her dress was up even further now and her white panties and Tony’s hand digging between her legs were clearly visible.  I was mesmerized by Tony’s hand.  He was in no way gentle.  His hand was rubbing and digging at her panty covered pussy very hard and rough.  As Tony’s mouth traveled from her neck to her blouse I could hear her moaning even louder “Ahhhh god, Tony what are you doing…ooooo.”


Tony pulled her hand out from behind her back and held it above her head pinned to the table.  As Lyndia’s other hand flopped around on Tony’s shoulder in an ineffectual attempt to make him stop, Tony motioned Eric to take her hands.  Eric did, gabbed them both and held them above her head, pinned to the table.  While Lyndia looked around, dazed and more than a little drunk, Tony used both his hands to pull off her panties.  I was looking straight across the room at my wife’s incredible, lightly haired blonde pussy, and seeing something remarkable.  Her pussy looked different.  The lips that were so inviting when they were aroused to a light pink were now dark red and gapping open.  I had seen them wet before from my licking but now they glistened from their own moisture.  A sight I had never before seen.  This was turning her on!!


With instructions to Allen to keep her legs apart, Tony turned his attention to her blouse.  He quickly unbuttoned her and unsnapped her front hooking bar exposing her breasts and the red flush on her chest.  It was only a second before he had his mouth clamped to her nipple and his hands, once again, mauling her pussy.  Now Lyndia could be heard all over the bowling alley moaning loudly “…NO PLEASE DON’T….OH GOD YES ….THAT’S SO GOOD….PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME….AHAHAHAHAHAH…..PLEASE I CAN’T…OH PLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASE….”


Tony let his pants fall and rubbed his erect cock over her pussy lips.  She was still held by Eric and Allen as he started to push in.  “OH PLEASE DON’T DO THAT…DON’T …DON’T…DON’T….AH GOD ….OHOHOH…YOU’RE SO HARD…OHOHOH…PLEASE….ALL THE WAY….”  This was followed by a series of OHOHOHs as Tony started to slam into her.  There was nothing subtle about him.  He took his mouth off her nipple and he fucked her hard.


She screamed as he pounded into her.  I’d never heard her make a single sound before during sex and as Tony rode her the words from her mouth got dirtier.  Words I didn’t even know she knew.  “OH FUCK ME….OH DO ITDOITDOIT…FUCK MY CUNT…FUCK ME HARD…HARDHARDHARD…”  It was when Tony did something entirely unexpected that she exploded in orgasm.  The first I’d ever known her to have.  As he fucked her hard, near the finish himself, he pulled his hand back and slapped her tit as hard as he could.  The slap caused her tit to dance on her chest and she exploded.  ‘OHOHOHOHGODI’MCUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING.”


As Tony came inside her, I came inside my pants.  Without touching myself, I came harder than I ever had.


I watched, amazed, as Tony pulled his wet, soften, cock out of my wife’s dripping red, inflamed looking, pussy.  He moved around the table, gabbed Lyndia’s head and, pulling her towards his dick said,  “suck it clean bitch.”  Without a sound, Lyndia took Tony’s cock in her mouth and as Eric released her hands, she pulled Tony in close so that she could take all of him.


This had distracted everybody enough that when Lyndia jerked away they were surprised.  So was I, but Lyndia had a good reason.  Allan had just shoved his cock up her used pussy in one hard motion.  She didn’t let that stop her for long though, as Allan pounded his black dick into her she went back to licking and sucking, worshipping, Tony’s cock.


After Allan, it was Eric.  They fucked her front and back.  She almost always came when they slapped her tits until it was Mitch’s turn.  He had sat quietly through it all and when Tony told him to take a turn he finally got between my wife’s widespread legs.  It was when he dropped his pants that all eyes, including mine, got big.  Mitch was hung!  This short little guy had a massive cock.  I won’t even try to guess the dimensions. It was just huge.  He rubbed it in the pool of cum that was now Lyndia’s pussy and began to push it in.  Even before it was in halfway Lyndia was going crazy.  “FUCK ME…OH GOD FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK….FUCKMYCUNTFUCKMYCUNT FUCKMYCUNTFUCKMYCUNT….HARDER…..HARD…OHSODEEP…OHSODEEPINMYCUNT…OH SLAP MY TITS…HARDERHARDER…SLAP THEM HARDER..”


As she said that Mitch, who was fucking her as hard as he could already, started to slap her tits with his open hands.  Hard, each one, and as he did she started to cum.  I though she’d cum hard before but now she was screaming and clawing and finally, as Mitch finished, she seemed to pass out.


Mitch pulled his still huge cock from her pussy and I watched in amazement as a river of cum ran out of her gapping hole onto the table and the floor.  I had also cum again, again in my pants without touching myself.


I slowly creeped out of my hiding spot.  I had used a coke cup to take a piss earlier, and had even eaten one of the stale sweet rolls from the counter.  But now it was time to go.  I didn’t want to be caught and it was now pass 3:00 in the morning.


I made my way to the front door and unlatched the deadbolt, being as quiet as possible.  The snow was still falling, although not very hard anymore.  I walked along the side of the building where the overhang had protected the sidewalk from the snow, I didn’t want to leave footprints because they would eventually notice that the front door wasn’t locked and might suspect the reason.


When I got home I sat and waited.  It was an hour later that Lyndia came in and stopped short when she saw me.  “Come here Lyndia” I said.  “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back…” but before she could finish I said “Get her cheating ass over here and get on your knees.  I saw what you did tonight with Tony and the guys and we’re going to have a long talk.”  Lyndia looked at me in wide-eyed surprise and shock.  She started to babble and to cry, but I just said “you’re not on your knees.  Oh, and get naked first, I want to see you.” 


She continued to babble as she walked toward me slowly and when she reached the chair, she slowly removed her clothing.  She started to talk about her fantasies as a girl.  Her fantasy of being taken and used and having no control over her body.  The connection that pain and sex had for her.  How she always had wanted to be used like a slut.  How embarrassed she was to have these thoughts but how she’d never been able to control them and how she had masturbated to thoughts on guys making her their whore.


Her bra and panties were missing, all she had on was her blouse and skirt.  She was a wondrous sight naked.  Her cunt was bright red through her light covering of pussy hair.  Her tits were red and angry looking.  Swollen from the abuse they had taken. She sank to her knees with her head down and tears falling on the carpet.  “We’re going to talk more” I said, “but first you’re going to suck my cock.  Now open my pants and get busy.” 


God she was beautiful as she reached a shaky hand towards the front of my jeans.  She undid my zipper, pulled down my jeans and underwear, and gasped in shock.  My cock was coated with dried cum.  She put her hand to her month and than slowly removed it.  She turned her head to me and looked up at me with bright shinning eyes and a small smile.  “You liked what you saw,” she said.  It was not a question but a statement.