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My Rival Wins My Wife, and I Lose
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)
A young couple are dominated by his new boss, a man who
had been his rival all through his childhood. (Mm+/F,
nc, rp, blkmail, intr, cuck)
Ray and I had known each other all of our lives. Our
parents were best friends and next door neighbors so we
didn't have any choice but to try and get along. But
for some reason, and I don't know if either one of us
could say what it was, we never liked each other. We
had maintained an uneasy truce and a less than friendly
rivalry since we started playing together at our
parent's insistence. Even back then though, even at the
ages of three or four we didn't like each other.
We lived in a small town though, so we had to learn to
get along despite the way we felt. I don't know the
population of our town. It's less than five thousand. I
think it's less than four thousand. We have one main
street with a dozen stores and a Post Office. The town
has one grocery store at either end and one gas station
at either end. There is one café where all the old
folks gather in the morning and there is a Dairy Queen
on the edge of town where the kids gather in the
spring, summer and early fall when it's open. It closes
in the winter. The nearest mall and the nearest theater
are both in the city almost sixty miles away.
We have a high school and kids come from a half a dozen
towns in the area to attend. We also have one grade
school. They built a new one, a larger one, a few years
ago and tore down the one that we went to.
They have added on to the high school. When I went
there were sixty-seven kids in our graduating class. It
isn't that much bigger now though. I think I read that
the graduating class this year is ninety-two kids.
When we graduated from high school Ray and I both went
away to college. Ray's dad owned the town's only
hardware store and was doing well. He put Ray through
college and when he graduated Ray planned on coming
back and going to work for his dad.
I had to drop out after one semester. My dad had worked
all of his adult life at the town's one industry, the
small plant that made wood furniture. They made good
stuff and had a good reputation. But they did a lot of
hand work and it was labor intensive. They reached a
point that they couldn't compete and went bankrupt.
It was a shame for two reasons. That company had been
making high quality furniture for almost two centuries.
They had a great reputation but a small client list.
They just couldn't compete with cheap imports. But the
worst reason is a little more personal. My dad lost his
job and his pension and his whole idea of who he was. I
lost my ability to afford to go to college.
I came home from college after one semester and started
looking for work. I hated to do it, but the only job I
could find was working for Ray's father in the hardware
store. It wasn't that I hated working for Ray's father.
I loved him like a father. Mr. Nash and I were very
close. I often got the impression that I was closer to
him than he was to his own son. It was just the idea
that once he graduated Ray would be coming back to that
store too.
I worked hard and learned the business pretty fast. But
I dreaded the day that Ray would come home from college
and go into the business. I still saw him when he came
home to visit. We didn't like each other any more now
than we did when we were kids. We were civil, at least
most of the time, but we still didn't like each other.
The problem was that we still had the same friends. So
that whenever he came home from college if there was a
party or just a few guys getting together then both of
us were there.
All through school we had competed in everything. We
competed for grades. We competed in sports. We competed
for girls. When we got cars we nearly killed ourselves
racing on the back roads. Most of our friends thought
it was amusing. They knew that we competed in
everything. But they thought that it was a friendly
rivalry. It wasn't. We couldn't stand each other.
Ray met a girl in college, Kathy. She was a beautiful
blonde from upstate. She was smart and funny and
personable. I never knew what she saw in him. But they
got married right after they graduated from college.
They came back to town and Ray's dad helped him build a
nice little house on an acre of land down by the river
just outside of town.
Ray came to work for his dad and it became my job to
teach him the business. I was his teacher, but he was
my boss. I tried not to let my resentment show, but we
didn't get along any better now than we did in the
past. The trouble was I didn't have any choice but to
put up with his shit and suck it up. This wasn't just
the only decent job in town. It was the only decent job
in this part of the state, at least for now. My only
other options were to either leave the state to find
work or to get a minimum wage job at one of the dairy
farms outside of town milking cows and shoveling shit.
I used to work on some of those farms during my summer
vacations when I was in high school. It was actually
pretty nice work. I enjoyed it. But it was hard work
and the hours sucked and the money was not quite enough
to survive on. And there was no way of working your way
up the food chain.
So, I put up with Ray and kept my mouth shut. I don't
think that Ray's parents or mine had ever been aware of
the friction between us. I think that before very long
though, Ray's father, Mr. Nash, became aware of it and
there were several instances at work when he intervened
on my behalf when Ray was giving me a hard time about
something.
Ray had been pretty wild before he went away to
college. He went through girlfriends like a hot knife
through butter. I doubt if he ever went with a girl for
longer than two weeks. I heard some stories about him
later, about some of the things he tried to make the
girls do. But I don't know if they were true or not.
He also started drinking pretty heavily. We all drank a
little from time to time. But he, well, I suppose he
had a drinking problem. And sometimes it took a couple
of guys to keep him from doing some pretty stupid
things when he had been drinking.
When Ray came back to the hardware store after he
graduated he seemed to have settled down a little. I
met his wife and I saw her now and then. She seemed
real nice and I thought that maybe she would settle Ray
down a little. And at first she seemed to.
It even seemed like Ray and I were tolerating each
other a little better at first. But that didn't last
long. It wasn't six months before Kathy left him. He
went after her and made all kinds of promises and she
came back after a few weeks. For a while it looked like
things were getting back to normal, like they were
going to make a go of it.
It didn't last though. It was only about three months
later that she left, for good this time. They got
divorced and there were some rumors about the things
Ray had done, or tried to get Kathy to do, but I don't
know who was spreading them or if they were true.
Ray started acting more like his old self after the
divorce. I couldn't do anything but take it though.
Some days I went home from work so mad I couldn't talk
to anyone for hours.
Luckily when I got home I didn't have to talk to
anyone. I lived alone in half of the old Putnam house.
When old man Putnam died his son had the house made
into two apartments. I had the second floor and half of
the garage. It was just perfect for me.
I didn't date a lot. There aren't that many single
girls my age in town. A lot of the kids I went to
school with had gotten married in the first year after
high school, mostly to their high school sweethearts.
My high school sweetheart had gone away to college and
married someone she met there. She now lived in another
state. I saw her every now and then when she came back
to visit her folks. She seems happy and we're just
friends now. I don't think that either of us had
planned on anything after we graduated. We didn't have
any hard feelings.
Anyway, I wasn't dating, but I wasn't a hermit. I had a
lot of friends and we got together regularly. I would
have liked to have had a little love in my life. But I
was still young and I wasn't desperate. I figured it
would come eventually.
It turned out that I wasn't the only one that was of
the opinion that I needed some love in my life. I got a
call one Friday morning from Sharon. Sharon and I were
classmates and old friends. She had married Roger,
another close friend and I saw the two of them often.
She invited me to dinner that evening. There was
nothing unusual about that and I accepted gladly. When
I showed up I was introduced to Roger's cousin, Erin.
Erin had just lost her job at a drug store in a small
town on the other side of the state when Wal-Mart came
to town and drove them out of business.
She and I hit it off immediately. She was smart and
funny and pretty and damn she was hot! She was staying
with Roger and Sharon and was hoping to get a job at
the local drug store.
We ended up going for a walk after dinner that lasted
for three hours. We didn't go anywhere and we didn't do
anything. We just walked around town and talked and by
the time I dropped her off at Roger and Sharon's house
just before eleven that night I was in love. I'm pretty
sure that she was falling for me too.
The hardware store was open on Saturday and I had to
work every other Saturday. As luck would have it, I was
off tomorrow so I invited Erin to go for a ride in the
morning. She accepted immediately. I drove home that
night with my head in the clouds.
Erin never did get the job in the drug store. But we
were married six months later. It was a simple, civil
ceremony held in her parent's home. My parents were
there and a dozen of my closest friends. Ray's parents
were invited and so we felt that we had to invite Ray
as well. I was very disappointed when he came.
I wasn't worried about Erin and all of the attention
she received from Ray on our wedding day. I knew that
she could hold her own with him. But I felt that he was
spending entirely too much time with her and I resented
it. It was obvious, in fact it was too obvious that he
was infatuated with her. People noticed and I think
even his parents were embarrassed.
I had been living well within my means over the last
four years. I wasn't making a lot of money by big city
standards but I was doing alright and I had managed to
save a pretty good bit of money. So we could have
afforded a nice honeymoon.
We decided not to though. It would have been nice, but
we decided to save the money instead and start watching
for a good buy on a nice house. Meanwhile my duplex in
the Putnam house was a little small, but it was cozy
and we were happy there while we kept putting money in
savings. We didn't take a honeymoon but we had one at
home.
We were perfect together. Neither of us had much
experience with sex. We weren't virgins but neither one
of us had gotten much experience in that area. But we
both loved our sex life. We were somewhat adventurous
and we were both open minded. There was more than
enough lust in our lives, especially those first few
months.
Eventually things settled down in our lives. Erin
managed to get a few part time jobs every now and then
but there just wasn't much work in our little town. We
were doing alright though. All of our entertainment was
free or almost free. We got together with friends. We
had cookouts and swimming parties at the river. Maybe
once a month we would drive into the city for a meal at
a restaurant. It was a different lifestyle than people
in the city are used to. But for us it was what we were
used to. It was what we were comfortable with. It was
what we enjoyed.
For the first few months after we got married Erin
would come to the hardware store and bring me lunch and
we would eat together out on a picnic table under a
tree in back of the store. Ray started to be a problem
though. He was constantly flirting with her. He would
almost hit on her. It didn't seem to bother him at all
that I was sitting right there watching him. He was
careful not to cross the line, but he leaned over it
often enough that it made us uncomfortable. So we
started meeting in the town square in the center of
town at lunch time and eating on a park bench or in the
bandstand or when the weather wasn't so nice I'd go
home for lunch.
That fall there were a string of tragedies in our lives
that really shook us. My father was killed in an
accident on his way home from the job he had found in a
city with a commute of sixty miles of country roads
each way. Within a couple of months my mother suffered
a stroke and she died two months after that. Their
house had been paid for. It's a good thing or they
never would have gotten by when the furniture plant
closed down. But medical bills drained the estate and
then some.
While my mother was in the hospital dying, Erin's
father, who suffered from Alzheimer's, suddenly got
much worse and had to be institutionalized. Her
father's health and the medical bills were a terrible
strain on her mother and her health began to fail too.
It didn't seem possible but by the end of the year we
had lost all four of our parents. Needless to say, we
did not have a merry Christmas that year.
We weathered those tragedies and I suppose that we felt
closer and stronger for having survived them as well as
we did. We started that spring with an unstated but
mutual resolve to put all of that behind us and get on
with our lives. We were still grieving for our lost
parents of course. We had both been close to our
families. But we were determined to get past it.
That spring, probably before we were really ready, we
got a good deal on a house. You need to realize that in
a small town like ours, the real estate business isn't
the same as it is in larger towns and cities. People
live in their homes for generations. Their kids grow up
and if they are able to find work and stay in town they
stay in the family home or they build homes nearby and
stay in them. People don't move in and out of houses.
So finding a suitable home for sale is very difficult.
We would have liked to have been able to buy my parents
house but to avoid liability for my parent's medical
bills that remained unpaid after the estate was settled
we were advised not to.
When the River's were moved into an assisted living
home by their son who had moved to Connecticut they put
their home up for sale. A good friend let us know about
it before it was even advertised and we jumped at it.
The house was a little large for our needs. But we were
planning on starting a family in a few more years so we
didn't think the extra rooms would go to waste. It took
every cent we had in the bank and the payment was
higher than we would have liked but we loved the house
and buying it seemed like a way to put the tragedies of
this past winter behind us and start anew.
Just as things in our lives started to be getting back
on track Ray's father decided to retire. That left Ray
in complete charge of the store. I had really liked Mr.
Nash and I was going to miss him. But more than that, I
dreaded what life was going to be like with Ray in
charge of the store.
I had never stopped keeping an eye out for an
opportunity to get into another line of work, or the
same type of work in a different business. I had known
from the beginning that one day Ray would be in charge
and I dreaded it. But unless we wanted to leave the
area I was going to have to stay where I was and count
myself fortunate to have that job.
So I did the best job that I could do and put up with
Ray's crap and kept reminding myself that I was lucky
to have a job.
Things took a turn for the strange when Ruth, the woman
who had worked in the office handling inventories and
actually was more responsible for keeping this place
running and well stocked with merchandise than anyone
else decided that she couldn't work for Ray any longer
and gave her two weeks notice.
That same day Ray came to me and asked if Erin would be
interested in the job. He wanted to get someone in as
soon as possible to get them familiar with the system
and get a little training. So if Erin wanted the job he
would need to know immediately.
I had some pretty serious misgivings about having Erin
in such close contact with Ray on a daily basis. But
there was no denying that we could really use the
money, especially right now after just buying a house
that was more than one hundred years old and needed
some serious upgrades.
As soon as I got home from work that day I discussed it
with Erin. She was excited about the possibility of
having a job finally. But she too had misgivings about
working so closely with Ray. We had to be practical
though. Our house payment was nearly twice what we had
been paying for rent in our old duplex. We were getting
by, but we were no longer putting anything into savings
and any unexpected expense would really be a problem,
like for instance if our eight year old car needed
repairs that I couldn't do myself.
So I called Ray at home that evening and told him that
Erin appreciated the offer and she would love to take
the job. He told me to have her come in with me in the
morning and get started.
Erin was more excited about the situation than I was.
But it really did take some of the pressure off that
she was employed and we had more money coming in.
We both let our guards down a little in that first two
weeks while she was training under Ruth. During that
time, other than to ask how Erin was doing, Ray left
her alone. He even seemed to be easing up on me a
little bit. Every night when we got home we would talk
about our respective workdays and I would ask about
Ray. She knew what I was worried about and she
reassured me every day that Ray had been a perfect
gentleman.
Things started changing after Ruth left though. It was
a slow change. He didn't start grabbing her ass or
anything like that. He did start touching her though.
He would rest his hand on her shoulder or on the small
of her back or touch her arm. After a while, whenever
he was talking to her he was touching her. Just not in
a way that she had any reason to complain about.
Then one Monday, after she had been working there for
five or six weeks, he came into her office and said,
"Erin, you're doing a pretty good job. But I think you
should start dressing a little sexier."
That was all that he said. Then he turned around and
went back into his office.
That evening while we were eating dinner I could see
that Erin was upset and I was almost afraid to ask what
was wrong. Because I had a pretty good idea that it was
something that Ray had said or done at the office.
I had to ask though and when I finally got her to tell
me she kept insisting that she could handle him. She
was just going to ignore him. We needed the money, I
couldn't deny that. We talked about it and decided that
as long as he was manageable she would try to put up
with him. It would be nice if we could at least get
enough money put aside to replace the roof and the
heating system in our new old house.
We left it there, but I can't deny that it was praying
on my mind.
The next morning at breakfast I noticed that Erin was
wearing a light, breezy little sundress when she came
downstairs. I cocked my eyebrow when I saw her and she
shrugged and said, "I'm fully dressed. If it keeps him
happy, well, what the hell."
I said, "If you give in to that then what will his next
request be?"
She said, "This is not a sexy dress. It is a little
less businesslike than what I've been wearing, but it
isn't sexy. I'm not going to sleep with him because I'm
wearing a sundress to work!"
I didn't say anything else. I figured the next move was
up to Ray. If he left well enough alone then I didn't
have a problem with Erin dressing like this. Somehow I
didn't see Ray leaving it at this. I knew that any man
in his right mind would love to go to bed with Erin.
She is pretty and sexy and extremely desirable. But Ray
would want to sleep with her if she wasn't, just
because she was my wife. Even better, he would love to
take her away from me. And if he couldn't do that I
have no doubt that he would take great pleasure in
breaking us up. He was just that kind of an asshole.
As usual I asked her how it went at work when we got
home that evening. She shrugged and said, "He didn't
get fresh. He said I looked much better, that was all.
He didn't try anything. Hell, he pretty much ignored me
the rest of the day."
That was the end of that for the rest of the week. Erin
kept wearing her flirty little sundresses to work and
Ray checked her out every day. He still touched her all
the time when they talked, but he was careful to keep
his hands away from anywhere inappropriate.
When we were on the way home from work the following
Monday Erin was quiet and I could tell that she was
uncomfortable. I didn't even have to ask why. I knew
the problem was going to be Ray. I didn't say anything
until we got home and I asked her what he had done now.
She just kept saying that it was nothing and tried to
evade the subject. That's how I knew there was a real
problem this time. She was afraid to tell me what he
had done.
After dinner we sat out on the front porch and talked
quietly. I refused to let her keep this from me. If it
was so bad that she couldn't tell me what he had done
then I figured that it was time for her to quit working
there.
She finally said, "It's not that bad Dean. He just
suggested that my hemlines could be a little shorter."
Then, in a voice that was almost a whisper she said,
"And that it would be nice if I stopped wearing a bra."
I gaped at her. She would never have put up with
something like that from anyone else. She had always
been a strong young woman who had no trouble standing
up for herself.
I couldn't believe that she would permit Ray to talk to
her like that!
I finally said, "That's it! I don't know why you didn't
quit on the spot, but today was your last day working
for Ray. We can live on my salary just fine. In fact, I
think it's time I went over to Ray's house and had a
talk with him."
I started to get up but Erin grabbed my hand and pulled
me back down. "Don't Dean. You can't. I did quit. At
least I tried to. I told him off and grabbed my purse
and started to leave and he told me that if I was
leaving I should take you with me. He said that if I
quit you were fired. I told him he couldn't do that, it
was against the law. He just laughed and said that it
wasn't against the law if he caught us stealing from
him."
I stared at her and she just shrugged and said, "It
would be his word against ours. You know how hard it is
to get work around here. We would lose the house, we'd
lose everything. And we would never get a good job
anywhere again. You know that when it comes down to his
word against ours they are going to believe the guy
that owns the business."
I pulled my hand away. I could see that I was going to
have to kick that bastard's ass and teach him how to
treat my wife. Fuck him and his job! I started to get
up but Erin jumped up and blocked my path. She looked
up at me and said, "Don't Dean! We'll lose everything!
Let it go. I can handle him."
I responded, "No, you can't handle him. You don't think
he is going to stop with short skirts and not wearing a
bra do you? He won't be happy until he is fucking you
and you damned well know it! He needs to be taught a
lesson!"
Erin almost yelled, "NO! I refuse to give up my house
and everything that we have struggled for. We will just
have to put up with that arrogant bastard until we find
something else. It isn't like we have any savings to
fall back on or relatives that can bail us out. We are
alone in the world and every penny we had went into the
house that we love. You know that there are no other
jobs within driving distance of here and even if there
were you couldn't get them once Ray started telling
prospective employers that you are a thief."
I stared down at her in helpless frustration and then I
asked, "And what are you going to do when he pushes you
down over a desk in the next week or two and rapes
you?"
She suddenly covered her face with her hands and
started crying. For a second I was afraid that he might
already have done it. But she finally whispered, "I
don't know. Oh god I don't know. Don't you think I've
been worried about that?!"
I finally went inside and got a beer out of the
refrigerator. I sipped at it for a minute and then I
went back out to the front porch. We really did love
this house. It was a large, two story house on a nice
quiet street with lots of tall old trees and nice
neighbors. It had a wraparound front porch on three
sides. There was a large attic and a large, unfinished
basement that we had a lot of plans for.
The house needed some work, but it was structurally
sound. It needed a new roof and I wanted to put in a
new furnace before winter. The bathrooms could use some
remodeling, the kitchen too. But until we could afford
that kind of work everything worked just fine.
Now I stood on the porch and wondered if we were going
to lose our dream house. I didn't know what I was
supposed to do. I had grown up with a definite idea of
what sort of behavior a man could tolerate from another
man around his wife. Ordering her to dress in sexier
clothes and stop wearing a bra were good examples of
totally unacceptable behavior. And I knew that he was
only half doing it because he wanted to get into Erin's
pants. He was just as much interested in tormenting me
as he was her. I didn't doubt for a second that if Erin
were not married to me he would never had said or done
the things that he had.
I was reasonably certain that any man who learned of my
situation would not blame me for kicking Ray's ass all
the way down Main Street. The problem was, I didn't
doubt for a second that the vindictive son of a bitch
would carry out his threat and brand both of us as
thieves. He wouldn't even need to prove it.
People that knew us wouldn't believe it. But that
wouldn't matter. We would still have our friends, but
we would lose everything else.
I didn't know what to do. I had never been in a
situation where I wasn't sure if the right thing to do
was the right thing to do. I had to think.
The problem is, the more that I thought about it the
more I knew that Erin was right. Our only choices were
putting up with Ray's sexual harassment or losing
everything. But I knew Ray well enough to know that it
wasn't going to end with telling Erin how to dress. He
was going to keep pushing until she was bent over a
desk with her skirt up over her ass and his cock in her
pussy. And once he got that far, well, I had heard some
pretty disturbing rumors about him all through school.
He is said to have some pretty unusual tastes when it
comes to sex.
I finished my beer and put the bottle in the recycle
bucket. Then I said, "Come on Erin, let's go for a
walk."
We went out to the sidewalk, leaving the door wide
open. That was one of the nice things about living in a
town like this. We didn't even own a house key. The
previous owners had never locked their doors. Nobody in
town locked their doors. There wasn't any need. We
didn't lock our homes, we didn't lock our cars. It
wasn't necessary. That was one of the reasons that it
was so hard to contemplate giving this all up and
leaving town. This little town may not have a museum or
a good restaurant. It may not have a theater or a mall.
But you couldn't find a better place to live anywhere
in the world.
We walked down to the town square and went up into the
bandstand where they held the band concerts every
Wednesday evening from late spring to early fall. It
was about eight o'clock and everything in town was
closed up except for the gas station across the street.
But there was no one in there but Tommy, the old guy
that ran it. He'd be closing up in a few minutes.
We sat there quietly and I held Erin in my arms and she
started crying quietly. I didn't know what to say.
Things like this just didn't happen in places like
this!
After a few minutes she said, "Dean, I love this town.
I can't give this up. I don't know what's going to
happen, but I just can't throw away our home and I
can't imagine leaving this town. Please don't make me."
I knew what Ray was thinking right this minute. He knew
that he had the upper hand and he had every intention
of having sex with my wife and he wanted me to know it.
It was pretty obvious where this was leading. I am
pretty sure that the reason he was taking his time and
leading up to it the way he was instead of just taking
her was to prolong the torment he knew that I was
experiencing. He had to know that I was dying to go
over to his house and kick his ass. He also knew that
he had us over a barrel. If we didn't go along, at
least up to a point, we lost everything. But I didn't
doubt for a second that he was going to push us just as
far as we would let him.
I explained that to Erin. But all she knew was that she
loved our house and this town and she would do anything
to keep from giving that up. I tried to point out that
that was exactly what Ray was counting on. But she
insisted that she could handle him. I didn't think that
she could. I just didn't know what to do about it.
We walked home hand in hand. We didn't talk, there
wasn't much more to say. When we got to the house we
went in and went right up to bed. It was almost nine
and we read for a few minutes and then turned the
lights out.
We both lay there awake for a long time. I could tell
by her breathing that she was awake too. We were both
struggling with the same train of thought. It didn't
take a mind reader to realize that.
In the morning we took our showers and I dressed and
went down and made coffee. Erin came down a few minutes
later. I looked up from pouring our coffee and saw that
she was wearing a miniskirt. I wasn't sure, but I was
willing to bet that she wasn't wearing a bra.
She saw me looking at her and she blushed. She asked me
if I was hungry. I wasn't. We sometimes bought fresh
bagels at the small bakery on Main Street to have for
breakfast. But the only day that we ate a big breakfast
was on Sunday. We liked to sleep late and then get up
and make bacon and eggs and toast and have a long,
leisurely breakfast. During the week though, unless we
had bagels we just had coffee.
When it was time we went out and I drove us to the
hardware store. Ray was pulling up behind the store at
the same time we were. He smiled at me, an arrogant
smile, daring me to say something, anything.
I didn't though. I just struggled to keep my anger in
check and waited for him to unlock the back door. He
said good morning to Erin and ignored me. I knew as he
turned his back to me that I had screwed up. I should
have said something. I should have threatened him. I
should have done something. In his mind I had just
given him permission to sexually harass my wife.
He had seen that she was wearing a miniskirt as he had
requested. I didn't doubt that he would soon know that
she was not wearing a bra. I guess he was right. When I
didn't object to what he was doing I was, in effect,
giving him permission. I had shown myself to be
helpless. He was not going to let that go.
He unlocked the door and went inside. He waited for
Erin to enter behind him and as soon as she stepped
inside he put his arm around her shoulder and they
walked off towards the office. He glanced over his
shoulder as they walked and grinned widely as he moved
his hand slowly down her back.
His hand was still moving down as they turned into the
hallway leading to their offices. I just stood there
like a retard and watched him lead my wife away. I
finally stepped inside and got the store ready to open.
When it was time I unlocked the front door. I didn't
have much to do until people started showing up and I
stood behind the counter and wondered what was
happening in the office. I had some pretty disturbing
images in my mind. I was listening intently for any
sound from the back but I heard nothing.
I looked around, desperate for an excuse to go into the
back and check on them. When no one came in right away
I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I had no
reason to go back there, but I had to see if Erin was
alright.
I walked into the back. I wasn't sneaking exactly, but
I was being quiet. There were two offices in the back.
Erin's was the first door and Ray's was the second.
There was also a connecting door between the two
offices.
I opened Erin's door and went in. The connecting door
was closed. I went over to her desk and I didn't know
what to say. I looked down and one look at her face
told me that she was upset about something. She was
blushing and she looked…I don't know, distraught I
guess. I couldn't tell if she was mad or sad or scared.
She finally looked up and I asked, "What did he do?"
She just shook her head and in a loud whisper she said,
"I'm okay Dean. Get out of here before he hears you."
I asked again, "Erin, what did he do?"
The connecting door suddenly opened and Ray was
standing there with that arrogant grin on his face. He
leaned up against the door frame and said, "Go ahead
Erin. Tell him what I did. He is your husband. He
should know."
She was silent for a long time but finally she said in
a quiet, toneless voice, "He checked to see if I was
wearing a bra."
I had seen him run his hand down her back. I thought
that she meant that he had felt for her bra strap.
Ray asked, "How did I check to see if you were wearing
a bra, Erin?"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked
like she was going to cry. At last she said, "He
unbuttoned my blouse and he reached inside. He put his
hand on my tits and squeezed them."
I started for Ray then. I was going to kill him. He
didn't move. He just smiled that arrogant smile and
said, "Go ahead you fucking faggot. Hit me. I fucking
dare you!"
I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew him well enough to
know that he would love it if I hit him. He'd let me
too, just so that he could have me arrested.
I stood there glaring at him and he suddenly stopped
smiling and growled, "Get that fucking look off of your
face you fucking faggot. Don't forget who won this
fucking war. You and your hot little wife belong to me
now. You fucking lost. You've been a loser all these
years. You just didn't realize it until now."
He started grinning again and in a softer tone he said,
"Erin, tell him what else I did after I made sure you
weren't wearing a bra. I want him to know. I want him
to know everything that happens from now on. He needs
to learn a little humility."
Erin didn't say anything at first. I continued to stare
at Ray for a few seconds and then I looked at Erin. She
was staring at her desk and had her lips pressed
tightly together.
Ray prodded her, "Erin?"
Erin sobbed quietly and said, "He made me take off my
pantyhose and my panties. He took them away and told me
not to wear them again."
"What else did I say Erin?" he prodded again.
There was another long silence and finally Erin
whispered, "He told me to shave my pubic hair off."
Ray chuckled evilly and said, "That isn't what I said
Erin. Tell the loser what I said to you."
Erin took a deep breath and said, "He told me to shave
my cunt hair off so that my cunt would look like a
little girl's."
That was all that I could take. I started for him again
and Erin shot out of her chair and came between us.
There were tears running down her cheeks but she stood
firm and said, "DEAN! Stop it. You're smart enough to
know he wants you to hit him. Do you want to go to
jail? What happens to me then?"
I stared at her. I stood over her struggling with this
fury I felt and the absolute need to protect her. She
knew what was going through my mind and I suppose that
she wished that she could let me do to him what he
deserved. But she said, "Dean, you can't win this. Let
it go."
I looked back at Ray and I could see that he was
disappointed that Erin had stopped me. He straightened
up and moved into the room and I saw that he wasn't
ready to give up yet. He really wanted me to hit him.
He moved behind Erin and casually reached down pulled
her miniskirt up to her waist.
She just closed her eyes and stood still.
He smiled at me and said, "Take a good look Dean. This
is the last time you are going to see her with hair on
that cute little pussy. I don't know about you, but I
hate getting pussy hair in my teeth."
He continued to hold Erin's skirt up around her waist
and he looked me right in the eye and said, "Now get
your lazy ass back out there and get to work before I
have to fire you. You don't want me to fire you Dean.
If I fire you then the only income you will have is
what Erin brings home. I would imagine that your
manhood is hanging by a thread as it is. If you had to
send your sweet little wife off to work every morning
while you stayed home and cleaned house I imagine that
little thing would just shrivel up and drop right off."
As he was ordering me back to work and threatening me
he reached out and rested his hand on Erin's ass and
caressed it as if it belonged to him. I suppose that
was his way of telling me that it did. And as I turned
and walked out of that office I heard Erin sob quietly
and I knew that I had just conceded defeat to Ray. I
had, in effect, given him my wife.
I was sick as I made my way back up the hall and into
the store. I mean that I was physically ill. I was
struggling to keep from throwing up. Before I got to
the end of the short hall I heard a noise from Erin. I
didn't know what it meant but I couldn't bring myself
to go back down there and see what he had done, or was
doing to her. I was pretty sure that I didn't want to
know.
I went back out into the store just as two men came in.
The store sold more than hardware. We also stocked a
large selection of firearms and ammunition and fishing
equipment. Nearly everyone in town, or at least nearly
every male and a large number of females, was a hunter
or fisherman or both. We were the only hardware store
for a lot of miles in all directions and people came in
here for all of their hardware needs, but half of our
business was supplying sportsmen with their supplies.
The two customers that had just come in were shopping
for ammunition which was an easy sale for me. That
meant that my mind was free to wander into the back
room and wonder what Ray was doing with my wife. I kept
glancing at the display of pistols and wondering if
shooting him would be as much fun as I thought it
would.
Business started picking up after that and I was kept
pretty busy for the rest of the morning. Just before
noon Ray came out and said, "I have to go home for a
little while so I'm going to take my lunch break now.
You can take your lunch when I get back."
I half expected him to leave with Erin. But he didn't.
He went out through the back and got in his car and
left. As soon as he was gone and I had a free moment I
hurried into the back to check on Erin.
She was sitting at her desk staring straight ahead and
not moving. She had been crying and she looked like she
was about one step from going out of her mind.
I went over to her and tried to hug her but she tried
to push me away. She shook her head and said, "No Dean.
Don't. I…he wants me to tell you. He wants you to go
crazy and do something stupid. He wants you in jail."
I pulled her to her feet and took her in my arms and
held her tight. I didn't know what the hell she was
talking about, but I had a guess and I didn't think
that I wanted to hear what she was supposed to tell me.
She buried her face in my chest and cried like I had
never seen a woman cry before. It broke my heart. I
could only hold her and try to kiss her and tell her
that we would find a way out of this. Every time I
tried to kiss her she turned away and finally she said,
"He made me suck his cock. He came in my mouth and he
made me swallow it. Do you know where he is now?"
I stuttered, "H-h-e w-went home. He went home for
lunch."
She sobbed again and then she said, "He went home to
get some of his ex-wife's old clothes that he wants me
to wear. He said my clothes are too frumpy."
I remembered Ray's ex, Kathy. She had been beautiful
and very nice. I don't remember her dressing in
anything unusually sexy though. I don't remember her
wearing anything that most of the women her age didn't
wear. I remember that she was very petite. Erin was
pretty small, but I wasn't sure that Kathy's clothes
would fit her. But then, Ray probably wouldn't care
about that.
I finally came to my senses and said, "That's it. Let's
get out of here. No house is worth this. No town is
worth this."
She pulled away from me and with tears streaming down
her cheeks she said, "He showed me the proof he is
going to use if we don't do what he says. He has a
stack of papers that he says prove you have been
stealing from the store. He even has pictures of you
taking things out of the back of the store."
"What things?!" I exclaimed. "Erin, I have never stolen
anything in my life!"
She said, "I know that Dean. He has pictures of you
taking boxes off of the loading dock and putting them
in the car."
The only thing that I could think of was that he had
pictures of me loading up the car to make a delivery,
at his request. And any papers he had which purported
to show that I was a thief had to be faked.
I said, "I didn't take anything Erin. I'm sure that I
can prove that his proof is faked. We need to get out
of here now. If we don't then he will own us. He will
be able to do anything he wants to you. I have heard
things about him Erin. He doesn't just want to fuck
you. He likes some weird stuff. He wants to humiliate
us. If we don't leave now then he wins. He owns us."
She shook her head and said, "I'm scared. I can't let
him put you in jail. I don't dare cross him. We have to
find another way Dean. We can't fight this fight with
him. I'm too afraid that he might win. If he put you in
jail it would kill me. And then he would have won."
I took her back in my arms and said, "Erin, I don't
know what to do. My mind doesn't work like his. I don't
know how to fight this."
She hugged me and said, "I know baby. I don't expect
you to fight him. I don't want you to fight him. I'm so
afraid right now. But of all of the things that I am
afraid of I am most afraid that he will have you put
away. I couldn't stand that. It would kill me."
I heard someone out front at that moment, calling out
for me to come check them out. I kissed Erin. I had to
hold her face in place. She kept trying to turn her
head. I said, "I have to go. Erin, I would rather go to
jail than let him take control of our lives this way.
Please, think about this."
She said, "I have Dean. I can't let that happen. We'll
find another way."
She pulled back again and said, "Go. I'll be alright."
Somehow I doubted that.
I went out front and apologized to the customers that
were waiting. I started ringing up their purchases and
trying hard to act normal.
I had just finished with the last customer when Ray
came in the back carrying a large suitcase. He smiled
and waved at me and said hello to the customer. Then he
said, "Dean, after Mr. Hill leaves would you come into
the back please?"
I just nodded and turned back to Mr. Hill. He was
staring at me and he had a funny look on his face. He
said, "Are you alright Dean? You don't look so good."
I smiled as well as I could and said, "Probably just a
case of spring fever Mr. Hill. You have a good day
now."
After he left I stood there for a moment. I glanced
back over at the pistols in the display case on the
wall. Then I went into the back.
I looked into Erin's office and she wasn't in there. I
went down to the next door, Ray's office, and opened
it. I couldn't believe what I saw. Erin was standing
there naked and about to put on some article of
clothing that Ray was handing her.
I stood there unable to move or speak. I had never felt
more helpless in my life. Erin didn't even look up. She
was bright red. I assume that she was too embarrassed
to look at me.
I watched as she put her arms into the dress that Ray
had given her. I think it was a dress. When she pulled
it closed and tried to button it I wasn't sure that it
wasn't just a long top. It only just barely covered the
cheeks of her ass.
She stood with her back to me and buttoned it up with
difficulty. It was pretty tight on her. When she was
done Ray stepped closer and unbuttoned the top three
buttons. That opened the dress to below her breasts.
Then he ordered her to turn around slowly.
I watched as she turned to model the dress, if that's
what it was. It was nearly obscene. Erin is a very shy
person. She doesn't even dress in things like that when
we are home alone!
When she had turned to face me I saw that with the
three buttons unfastened her breasts were uncovered
almost to her nipples. She turned all the way around
and said, "Ray, it's too tight. And it is way too
short."
Ray smiled and said, "Nonsense Erin. It's perfect. And
what did I tell you about addressing me by my first
name?"
Erin said, "I'm sorry sir. Mr. Nash. But Mr. Nash,
Kathy was smaller than me. I can hardly breathe in
this."
He just smiled and said, "It looks beautiful on you
Erin. You just need to get used to it. Now I don't want
to hear any more about it."
He turned to me finally and said, "Isn't she beautiful
Dean?"
I was still thinking about those pistols out front. I
said, "Listen Ray…"
He interrupted me brusquely. "That's Mr. Nash, Dean. We
need to restore order around here. My father was much
too lax with the help."
I bit my tongue for a long moment and then I said, "Mr.
Nash, you can't do this to us. You have to stop this.
It isn't right. You and I never got along, but your
quarrel is with me, not her."
Ray just smiled and said, "Apparently I can do it Dean.
Did she tell you she sucked me off a little while ago?
She wasn't bad. She just needs a little practice."
He paused to enjoy the look on my face and he seemed to
feed on it. I could see that he had a hard on and I
didn't doubt at all that it was as much from how much
what he was doing was tearing me up inside as from
seeing Erin in the nude and dressing her up like a
stripper.
Then he went on to say, "You see Dean, I have been
planning this for quite some time. It wasn't just
something that occurred to me when Ruth handed in her
notice. I have been accumulating documents and
photographs and I'm reasonably certain that if I take
those things over to the town marshal and show him what
I have you will spend the next five to eight years in
prison. I have already begun gathering a case against
Erin as well. It isn't as ironclad as the case I have
compiled against you. Not yet anyway. But the really
funny part of all this is that even if you were to
convince a judge and jury that you were innocent, by
the time you did your house would be in foreclosure and
you would both be ruined in this community. And you
know the way people think. Even if you win in court
people are going to be pretty sure you did it. After
all, they wouldn't have arrested you and put you on
trial if you were innocent. That's how it works and you
know it."
He was so damned sure of himself, so fucking cocky. And
he was so fucking right.
I stood there helplessly as he pushed Erin down over a
table and lifted her dress up in back. He opened up his
pants and I was forced to watch as he pushed her legs a
little farther apart with his foot and then forced his
cock up inside of her while I watched in silence.
As his cock entered her he was looking at me. He was
smiling and taunting me. Erin was gripping the table
and crying. I was just about to snap. I took two steps
towards him when Erin became aware of what I was about
to do and she screamed, "NO! Dean you stay where you
are!"
I started to turn and leave but Ray said, "Hold on
Dean. I'll be finished in a minute or two. This whole
situation turns me on more than I have ever been turned
on before. God damn this makes me hot. I love raping
your little wife in front of you. It is, without a
doubt, the hottest sex that I have ever had. We are
going to have to do this more often. A lot more often!"
I stood there stunned and beaten. I watched as he
gripped Erin's hips and began raping her violently. He
seemed to last a very long time to me, and I'm sure
that it seemed like a long time to Erin too. He finally
tensed up and came inside of her. He swore softly and
caught his breath. Then he said, "Damn Dean! I love
your wife's tight little cunt!"
He finally stepped back and reached over her. He
grabbed a handful of her long, natural blonde hair and
pulled her around to face him. He pushed her to her
knees and said, "Clean that up for me bitch. I can't
put my pants on over that mess. I don't want to stink."
I watched in disbelief as Erin leaned forward and
opened her mouth. Before his soft, slimy cock entered
her mouth the smell reached her and she retched. She
struggled to control it and managed to remain still as
he forced his cock into her mouth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing! But worse than
that, I couldn't believe that I was being forced to
watch as this man, my rival all through our youth,
raped my wife without fear of my reaction or hers. Now
all three of us realized that he was free to rape my
wife with impunity, whenever and wherever the spirit
moved him.
He had just put both of us in our places. I have no
doubt that his orgasm was of secondary importance. He
had established the ground rules for our future
relationship. Erin and I were, in effect, chattel.
Ray pulled his cock out of Erin's mouth and ordered her
to put it away. He stared at me with an amused smile on
my face as I found myself forced to watch Erin tuck his
cock back into his pants and zip him up.
When she had finished he went around to his chair and
sat at his desk. When he was comfortable he said,
"Dean, I want you to come over here and get this
suitcase and take it out to your car. These are the
clothes that Erin will wear to work now and for special
occasions. There are close to thirty outfits in there.
I have labeled the ones that I want you to wear for the
next three weeks. They have a little note on them with
the week number and the day of the week on them. There
is also one that says Friday night on it. I'm
entertaining a wholesaler Friday night and you two will
be joining me. Dean, you will need to get a black suit
if you don't have one, a black suit and a chauffer's
cap. You'll need them on Friday. Now take the suitcase
out to your car and get back to work."
After dismissing me he said, "Erin, I hope you don't
think that just because I enjoy your cunt so much that
you can get away with not doing your job. Get back in
your office and get to work. I'll let you know if I
need you…or want you."
Erin rushed past me and hurried to the bathroom. I
closed up the suitcase with difficulty. I suddenly
realized that I had tears in my eyes. I heard Ray
chuckle. As I was on my way out he said, "God Dean,
you're such a fucking pussy."
Apparently he is right. I should have killed him for
raping my wife this morning. Hell, I should have kicked
his ass when he started trying to tell her how to
dress!
I wiped my eyes on my shirt sleeve as I carried the
suitcase up the hall and through the store to the back
door. I saw a few customers in the store and I
apologized for the delay and promised to be right back.
I put the suitcase in the backseat of the car and went
back inside. As it turns out the customers were still
looking around and hadn't been waiting for me at all. I
told them to let me know if they needed anything and
then I went over and stood behind the counter.
I stood there with obscene images in my mind of Ray
raping my wife and ordering her around like a common
prostitute. I was trying to force those images out of
my mind and concentrate on the solution to this
outrageous dilemma. The only one I kept coming up with
was to kill Ray. The only problem was that I needed to
find a way to do that without going to prison.
Unfortunately it was not a busy day. I did not have a
lot of work to distract me from the events that I had
witnessed in the back. I did my best to stay busy. I
was working on some inventory changes when Ray came up
behind me just before five.
I didn't even notice him until he was standing behind
me. In a friendly, casual voice, as though he was
talking about a baseball game he had seen on TV he
said, "I just fucked Erin again. I thought you'd like
to know. I was wondering Dean, have you ever fucked
that cute ass of hers?"
I spun around fully intending to beat him to a pulp. He
stood there smiling and said, "Go ahead loser. Hit me.
His eyes glanced up and I looked up too. He was just
reminding me of the surveillance system. The cameras
were pointing right at us. He would love it if I hit
him, especially while he was standing there smiling and
apparently carrying on a pleasant conversation with me.
That's what the cameras were seeing.
He saw my resolve drain away and he said, "I asked you
a fucking question faggot. Did you ever fuck Erin in
the ass?"
My mind was…god, I don't know. I think I was losing my
mind. I said, "Ray…"
"I told you fuck face!" he interrupted. "You call me
Mr. Nash."
"Mr. Nash, no, I have never done that. Please Mr. Nash,
you have to stop this. You have seen what you are doing
to her. It isn't right!"
He just smiled that calm, pleasant smile and said,
"Damn right I've seen what I'm doing to her. I'm
fucking her sweet cunt and her mouth. And I guess
tomorrow I'm going to fuck her cherry ass. I don't want
to, you understand. But someone has to do it. You are
obviously not doing your job at home."
I stared at him a moment longer and then I turned back
around and made as if I were returning to working on
the inventory adjustment. As I stared sightlessly at
the papers in front of me he said, "I fucked her three
times today all together. I fucked her mouth and I
fucked her cunt twice. I wonder how long I can keep
that up. I've been saving up for a long time. It's been
years since that fucking cunt Kathy divorced me. Well,
you get back to work now faggot. I'm going back to my
office and think about fucking your wife's cherry ass
tomorrow. In fact, I think I'll stop on the way back
and just admire it for a few minutes. It is an almost
perfect little ass, isn't it?"
He left then. And I was left with the image of my wife
bent over her desk with her tiny dress up over her back
and her ass exposed. She had always been so shy, so
modest. I knew that this was killing her inside.
The last two hours of the day were only sporadically
busy and I had far too much time to think about what
might be happening in the offices in the back. When Ray
left at five thirty I thought that I could finally
relax. But I didn't. I could only think about was how
upset Erin must be. I was dying to go back and try to
comfort her. I was afraid to though. I was afraid of
what Ray might make of the film record if I went back
to her office and held her.
I waited until six, but it was killing me. At exactly
six PM I rushed to the front door and locked it. I
hurried back to Erin's office and rushed to her desk.
She wasn't crying any longer. She was working, though
somewhat listlessly.
I went to her and pulled her to her feet and held her.
I apologized for the mess that we were in and we both
cried for several minutes. She finally lifted her head
from my chest and asked, "What are you apologizing for?
This isn't your fault!"
"Maybe it isn't my fault," I responded. "But I haven't
been able to stop it. A man is supposed to protect his
wife. I have been a dismal failure in that regard."
She managed a wry smile and said, "You couldn't
possibly have anticipated this mess. You didn't realize
what sick, twisted, devious bastard Ray was. And don't
forget, you did warn me. All I saw was dollar signs. I
thought I could handle him. If anyone is responsible
for us falling for his scheme then I am afraid that I
am to blame. Instead of worrying about who should get
spanked, let's figure out how to get out of this."
I nodded and kissed her and we held each other tight
for a while. I finally let her go and said, "I need a
drink. Let's go home."
Erin nodded and got her purse from her desk. We started
out but I asked, "Did you see where he kept that fake
proof of his?"
She answered, "He gave me a copy to give you. He said
that the originals are in a safe place."
We went home and Erin had to remind me to bring in the
suitcase containing her new wardrobe. I grabbed it out
of the back seat and we went inside. I put the suitcase
down and headed for the kitchen. I made myself a stiff
drink and Erin said, "Make me one too please."
Erin hardly drinks at all. Sometimes she has wine with
dinner or some fruity chick drink, but she has never
joined me in a highball. I made two of them. I made
hers just as strong as mine. I figured that she needed
the numbing effects of the alcohol more than I did.
We sat at the kitchen table and didn't speak for a
while. Neither of us had eaten yet today. I wasn't
hungry and I didn't want food to interfere with the
effects of the alcohol.
We held hands and sat in silence. I kept trying to
think of a way to get out of this mess that we were in
without losing everything and my mind just kept going
around in circles. I remembered the blackmail material
that Ray had given to Erin and I asked her for it.
She took the papers out of her purse and I started
looking through them. I wasn't very much involved in
the paperwork that kept the store running and I had to
ask Erin what some of the forms were. She explained and
showed me the paper trail indicating that high value
items were disappearing from the inventory. There were
copies of inventory forms that seemed to show clumsy
attempts by me to remove those expensive items, mostly
rifles and shotguns, from the inventory. I was all the
more confused because I kept a close watch on that
inventory in particular and I knew that no guns were
missing.
I went over the forms until I finally found where the
problem was. They had been doctored more artfully to
make it appear that we items in stock that had never
actually existed. Then there were my supposed less than
professional attempts to remove them from the
inventory. I had to wonder, would it really be that
easy to put me in jail?
The last half dozen pages were fuzzy pictures of me
taking items off of the loading dock in back of the
store and putting them in my trunk. The pictures were
of such poor quality that I couldn't tell what the
items were. If I couldn't identify the item then I
couldn't say that it was something that I had delivered
and name the person to whom it was delivered.
In other words, the pictures didn't necessarily prove
my guilt, but neither could I use them to prove my
innocence. But they were suspicious. There were rules
about people removing items from the loading dock.
There was no way of showing that those items had been
delivered to a customer.
This was all over our heads. We needed to talk to
someone, but we had no idea where to go for help. We
had no money. We couldn't hire a private investigator.
We wouldn't even know where to find one! We had no
money for an attorney either. I kept coming back to
killing Ray as the only way out.
Erin wouldn't hear of it. She said that even if I could
prove that we had been framed and blackmailed and that
she had been raped, that wouldn't excuse murder in the
eyes of the law. I would still end up in prison. We
both would. She would be a co-conspirator.
She asked me to take the suitcase upstairs so that she
could hang up the clothes that Ray was insisting that
she wear to work. When I had done that I went down and
started supper while she hung up her new clothes and
then took a shower to remove all traces of Ray from her
body.
When she came back down in a t-shirt and a pair of
loose shorts I had already made us both another drink
and we sat and sipped it while the casserole was in the
oven. When it was ready we picked at it. We both
managed to eat a little, but we had no appetite.
After we had put the leftovers away and cleaned up the
kitchen Erin asked, "Where do you suppose that you can
get a chauffer's cap?"
I had forgotten all about that. I wanted to think that
by Friday this would somehow be over. But I couldn't
take that chance. I thought about it and said, "I guess
a uniform shop. I'll drive over to Middlebury after
work tomorrow. I'll check the internet and make sure
they have one there. I imagine they do."
We sat around in silence after that until it was time
to go to bed. I held Erin in my arms and thought about
what kind of man allows his wife to be raped right in
front of his eyes. I had thought that I was a better
man than that. But I didn't know what else to do.
We went to bed early. We weren't tired so much as we
were anxious to put an end to this day. We lay together
in the dark and I took Erin in my arms and kissed her.
She was crying quietly and I hadn't even realized it. I
held her tight and I was so ashamed when I started to
get an erection. I couldn't help it. Erin always had
that effect on me. I pulled back a little, hoping that
she hadn't noticed.
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my
erection and I said, "Oh god Erin, I'm so sorry. Please
forgive me. I can't help it. I love you so much and I
can't help wanting you. I know this isn't the time for
that. I'm sorry baby."
She kissed me and said, "Shut up stupid! Jesus Dean,
after today I was scared to death that you would never
want me again. I'm so happy that you still do. Please
baby, make love to me. I really need you to love me
right now."
I couldn't believe that she would want a man to touch
her after what she had been subjected to today. I
asked, "Are you sure Erin? We don't have to. I know,
after today, you must…"
She kissed me again and I heard the smile in her voice
when she said, "Shut up. You sound like an idiot. I
adore you Dean. I will always want to make love with
you. I love the way you touch me and the way you get
excited when you see me. I am so afraid that Ray is
going to kill that."
I said, "Nothing that bastard could do would change how
I feel about you. That is the one thing that you don't
have to worry about. You just worry about keeping your
head on straight until we get out of this. I promise
you Erin, there is nothing that anyone can do to make
me stop loving you or stop wanting you. You are
everything to me."
I rolled her over onto her back and I kissed her
passionately. We kissed for a long time and I gently
caressed her beautiful body. Then, I began to kiss my
way down her body. She reacted just as she always had
in the past and I was so relieved. I had been afraid
that being touched, after what she went through today,
would upset her. I didn't want her to think that I was
just another man that just wanted her body. I was so
relieved that she still wanted me too.
When I was between her legs and teasing her sweet pussy
with my lips and tongue and she started to react just
as she always had I almost cried with relief. I knew
that we were going to have a rough time in the
immediate future. But it was going to be so much worse
for her. I would have to be very careful to make sure
that she knew that how I felt her never changes.
I think that we finally managed to forget about Ray for
a while. We made love and just as it always was when we
made love, it was wonderful. We probably were not the
most adventurous couple in the world when it came to
sex. But we were perfect for each other.
When it was over we lay in each other's arms and just
enjoyed being in love. It was a long time before we
took turns going to the bathroom. Then we held each
other again. It was getting late but neither of us
wanted to end it. We were enjoying being close and in
love.
After a long time Erin said, "Dean, the way you feel
about me right now. I want you to remember this. I want
you to remember it tomorrow when you see me wearing the
first of those outfits that Ray gave me. I went through
them. They are awful."
I felt so bad for her. I knew how shy she was. There
was not an exhibitionist bone in her body. She was
going to have a hard time of it.
I pulled her tight against me and said, "Erin, I am
never going to hold anything that bastard does against
you. I swear to you that there is nothing that he can
do, or make you do, that will change the way that I
love you."
She kissed me and whispered, "Oh god, I hope that's
true."
I kissed her one last time and said, "I swear it." I
meant it too. I was just as jealous as the next guy I
suppose. It bothered me when guys got out of line with
my wife. But I knew that Ray was going to go out of his
way to push all of my buttons until we figured out how
to get out of this. This was, after all, about driving
me crazy more than it was about raping my wife. I
realized it and I tried to explain that to Erin. She
seemed to already realize it too. And that just made me
feel even worse. She knew that if Ray didn't hate me
that none of this would be happening.
We finally drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the next
morning Erin was still nestled in my arms. We hadn't
slept well, and I knew that it would be another day of
torment for both of us. I lay there until the last
possible moment and let her sleep as long as I could.
She wasn't quite fully awake when she looked up at me
eventually and smiled and kissed me. She said, "Aren't
you going to be late?"
Then she remembered everything that had happened and
what was going to happen today. The beautiful,
peaceful, loving smile left her face and she groaned
when her happiness was drowned in mental anguish. She
rested her face against my chest and quietly exclaimed,
"Fuck!"
I laughed. In the time that we had been together I
couldn't remember her ever saying that word. She pushed
me away and glanced at the clock. She said, "My turn to
make coffee. Go take a shower baby."
I took my shower and got dressed while Erin was taking
hers. I went down and poured us both a cup of coffee
and then I sipped on mine while I was waiting for her.
It seemed like a long time before she finally came
down. She was blushing as she came into the kitchen and
came over and stood in front of me.
She grinned shyly and slowly lifted her extremely short
dress to show me her freshly shaved pussy. It certainly
was a different look.
She watched my face and then she asked, "What do you
think?"
I stared for a moment and then I was forced to admit,
"You know, I hate to admit it. I like it. I don't like
what that says about me. But it looks pretty sexy."
She looked down at herself ruefully and said, "Yeah. I
look like a little girl." Then she smiled at me and
said, "So, all this time you were a pedo and I didn't
know it!"
I pulled her into my lap and kissed her and said, "I
guess so. But then, I didn't know it either!"
She struggled to her feet again and asked, "Did you
notice the dress?"
Like I could not notice!
The hemline was almost even with her crotch. With her
standing and me sitting I could lean back slightly and
see her slit. But that wasn't the only problem with the
dress. The top was sheer. There was a lacy design woven
into it but it was not designed to cover her breasts
and it didn't. Her nipples were plainly visible.
I reached out and took her hand and said, "I'm sorry
Erin. I know how modest you are, how hard this is going
to be for you."
She took a deep breath and said, "Well, maybe I'll
learn to lighten up a little."
I could tell from her tone of voice that she didn't
believe it any more than I did.
We put our coffee cups in the sink and went out to the
car. Erin sat staring out the window as I drove. I
said, "Honey, I know how hard this is for you. I really
admire how brave you are being. You are handling this
situation a lot better than I am."
She didn't turn around. She just said in a very quiet
voice, "I'm certainly not feeling very brave. I'm
terrified."
I replied, "I will do what you have asked Erin. I will
try to find some way out of this mess without losing
everything. But I am willing to give up everything
right this moment because I can't stand what he is
doing to us. All you have to do is tell me when you
can't stand it anymore and we are out of here. Until
then I will hang in there with you. But I don't want
you to hang in there if you are doing it for me."
She was quiet then. She didn't respond until we had
arrived at work and I had shut the engine off. She
finally said, "I am fighting for our lives. It isn't
just that I love you and our house and this town and
our friends. Something inside of me tells me that he
can't be allowed to win this. He is going to make our
lives intolerable, I know that. But somehow we are
going to come out on top. Life cannot be this unfair.
We have to win."
I didn't share her optimism. But the decision was hers.
I would take this as long as I could.
I was unlocking the back door when Ray pulled up. He
came in behind us and called out to Erin to stop as she
made her way back to her office. He obviously wanted me
to watch as he checked out her new dress.
He came up beside me and asked, "Isn't she beautiful
Dean? She should have been dressing like this all
along. That dress was made for her."
He called her back over to where we were standing and
said, "You look beautiful Erin. But I can't wait to see
your pussy with all of the hair shaved off. Let's see
it."
Erin reached down and pulled the skirt of her dress up,
baring her stomach.
I saw the pain in her eyes. She was staring between us,
looking off into space as she displayed her vulva to
this cretin that had taken control of our lives.
Ray said, "Spread your legs out a little Erin. I want
to see that stark naked pussy of yours."
Erin shifted her legs as ordered and Ray sighed loudly.
"Christ that's hot!" he exclaimed. He looked up at the
clock and said, "Let's go back to the office so that
Dean can open up. I'm going to have to sample that
thing. I can't wait to taste it without all that hair."
Erin dropped her dress back into place and as Ray
watched her walking away he put his arm around my
shoulder and said, "Damn Dean, that is one fine piece
of ass we have there. You go ahead and open up. I'm
going to have to go back and get some of that."
I fought back the urge to kill him and as he walked
back to his office I got the cash register ready and
opened the front door.
I struggled to think of my job and not what was
happening to my wife in the back. Unfortunately, it was
only fifteen minutes before I heard Erin cry out. I
rushed into the back and found her bent over her desk
and Ray was behind her.
He looked up and smiled when I rushed in. He said, "I
hope I didn't disturb the customers Dean. I was just
popping your wife's cherry ass. You really should have
been tapping this man. I do believe that this is the
finest ass I've ever fucked."
He turned back to Erin and started thrusting in and out
of her ass as she grunted in pain. After a few strokes
he turned back to me and said, "Don't worry, she'll get
used to it after a while. It only hurts the first half
dozen times or so. After that it's just another fuck."
I was kept from killing him by a customer calling out
to ask if anyone was here. I turned and went back out
to the store and waited on the customer. After he left
there was a steady trickle of customers. There weren't
enough to keep my mind off of what was happening to
Erin. There were only enough to keep me from having
time to think of some way out of this mess.
At lunch time Ray came out from the back with Erin
following behind. He said, "Dean, it's been pretty slow
today. Put a 'Closed for Lunch' sign on the door and
let's go get something to eat."
I saw the terror in Erin's eyes. She had not expected
to have to go out in that dress. We had thought that
her exposure would be confined to the office for the
entertainment of Ray.
Ray said, "Hurry up. We'll wait in the car."
I went and locked the door and put the sign up as he
had ordered. We normally stayed open all day and
alternated lunch periods. But sometimes, when it was
slow we closed up for lunch. People didn't like it,
especially the ones that wasted their lunch breaks to
drive over here, only to find that we were closed. But
that was Ray's problem. My problem was what Ray had in
mind for lunch."
I went out through the back door and locked it after
me. Ray and Erin were sitting in the back seat of his
Towncar. When I approached the car he said, "You drive
Dean."
I got into the driver's seat and he tossed the keys
over from the backseat. They landed beside me and I
picked them up and started the car. He said, "Drive out
to the Dairy Queen."
There were only two places that we could get lunch in
town. The café in the middle of town and the Dairy
Queen where the kids hung out now that school was out
for the summer. I couldn't decide which option was
worse.
As I pulled out onto the highway Ray asked, "Did you
get that chauffer's cap yet Dean?"
I said, "No Mr. Nash. We are planning on driving to
Middlebury after work tonight and looking in the
uniform shop there."
I saw him nod in the mirror and I also noticed that his
hands were all over Erin. A moment later he said, "Make
sure she wears this dress when you go. It looks so
damned good on her."
I just ignored him until he said, "Did you hear me
Dean?"
I glanced up at his arrogant face in the mirror and
said, "Yes sir. I heard you."
He nodded and said, "Make sure she accompanies you into
the store too. In fact, while you are in town I think
you should have dinner in a nice restaurant, my treat.
I'll give you my credit card before you leave. And I'll
be checking on you."
I pulled into the Dairy queen then. There were several
cars and a dozen teenagers there. They were sitting on
the hoods of their cars or occupying picnic tables and
they ignored us as they talked happily among
themselves. Most of the kids were teenage boys but
there were a few girls too.
They ignored us until Ray sent Erin to get a menu. He
ordered her to get the menu and come back and lean in
through the back window and wait for him to decide what
he wanted to eat.
We all knew what kind of show she would be putting on
for those teenagers when she bent down and leaned in
the window. But it started before that. As she walked
up to the small building her little dress blew around
giving little peeks at her bare pussy.
Ray chuckled and said, "I instructed her not to hold
her dress down. Look at the faces on those boys. They
can't decide whether to look at her tits or her pussy.
I'm getting a hard on just watching them watch her."
Erin picked up one of the menus from the counter and
brought it back to the car. She leaned in through the
back window and I knew that even if the wind were not
blowing her skirt up in the back, half of her ass would
be exposed to the boys who were now staring in awe at
her exposed flesh.
Her face was bright red as leaned into the back window
waiting for Ray to make his choice from the menu. He
didn't really look at it. Everyone in town already knew
what was available here. He left Erin standing there
like that for several minutes though before he said,
"I'll have a cheeseburger and a Coke. What do you two
want?"
Neither of us wanted anything and Ray just shrugged. He
pulled his wallet out and handed a few bills to Erin.
Before she could go back and place his order he said,
"After you put my order in I want you to go over and
say hello to the boys. You know them all don't you?"
Erin nodded and took the menu and the money and went
and placed the order. Then she went over and said hello
to the boys who were all staring at her in disbelief.
They all stared at her all but naked breasts and
watched the breeze whip her skirt up from time to time.
They couldn't believe the way that she was dressed or
that she would ignore the wind exposing her pussy to
them.
The girls, on the other hand, were shocked and appeared
to be offended. At first they had giggled and whispered
among themselves. But now they saw her prancing around
all but naked in front of their male friends and they
were embarrassed and upset.
The boys were all good kids. We knew them all. But they
were teenage boys after all, and they couldn't help but
enjoy the show. They glanced over at the car from time
to time but for the most part they ignored us as they
crowded around Erin and vied for the best view of her
exposed charms.
It was an incredibly long ten minutes waiting for the
food to be ready. The girl behind the window called out
that her order was ready finally and Erin said goodbye
and picked it up and brought it back to the car. She
handed the food in through the window and Ray ordered
her to get in.
As soon as she was in he said, "Erin, I'd like it if
you would suck my cock while I'm eating my lunch. But
first I think you should take the top of your dress
down. I like my cocksuckers to have their tits hanging
out. It's so much sexier."
The boys were still staring at us. They could see into
the car well enough to see Erin lean forward and unzip
her dress in the back. They must have been able to see
her pull it down in front and then it was obvious that
she disappeared from view when she bent over.
Ray ordered her to get up off the floor and kneel on
the seat. I heard the sound of a zipper in the back and
then I heard the sounds of Erin sucking that bastard's
cock. He sighed in pleasure and sat back and began to
eat his cheeseburger while she sucked him off.
I was staring straight ahead. I didn't want to see him
in the mirror as he was raping my wife again. But out
of the corner of my eye I saw movement and I turned to
see one of the braver boys coming closer and looking
into the backseat from a distance of only about three
feet. I looked back to see that Erin's dress was
gathered at her waist and she was kneeling on the back
seat, totally exposed and obviously sucking Ray's cock.
I saw the boy look in disbelief for a second before
turning and motioning frantically for his friends to
come closer. In seconds the car was surrounded by a
dozen boys jockeying for a better view as my wife
sucked Ray off in the back seat.
Under any set of circumstances this would have been a
horrible thing. But it was so much worse because we
knew all of these boys and their families. By the end
of the day I had no doubt that half of the town was
going to know what Erin had done here today. They would
also know that I had permitted it to happen.
I noticed that all of the girls had gotten into one of
the cars and they were leaving. I knew that there would
be repercussions from this.
Now that the girls were gone the boys seemed to be even
less restrained. They came closer and watched Erin
kneeling naked on the seat and sucking Ray's cock. The
boys on one side of the car could plainly see her naked
ass and her pussy. The boys on the other side looking
through Ray's window could her mouth full of cock and
her breasts hanging down as he groped them roughly.
Ray finally groaned and filled Erin's mouth with cum.
He pushed her head away and ordered her to sit up. She
returned to her seat and sat there with her body on
display to the boys who had begun to crowd even closer
now.
Ray put his cock away and finished his drink. He
gathered his trash and opened his door and got out and,
leaving his door wide open, he slowly went over to the
trash can and deposited his trash. He stood there for a
few moments, enjoying our humiliation as the boys
stared at Erin's naked body. She sat back there staring
straight ahead, wanting desperately to cover her
exposed flesh.
We waited impatiently for Ray to get back in the car.
He was in no hurry though. He finally sauntered slowly
back to the car but he paused when he reached the pack
of boys that was staring excitedly into the car on his
side. He smiled and said, "Isn't she beautiful?"
There was a loud murmur of agreement and he said, "She
is a pretty damned good cocksucker too. Once she gets a
little more practice she is going to be great."
His audience snickered at the reference to her
cocksucking skills. It was quite likely that most of
these boys had never had a blowjob.
He finally decided that he had tormented Erin enough
and he got back in the car. He ordered me to take us
back to the store and I gladly left the Dairy Queen and
that gang of super horny boys. I had been afraid that
he was going to decide to share her with them.
Erin was forced to remain all but naked as I drove back
to the store. She covered her face and cried as we rode
the several blocks and then around back of the store to
park. I had noticed a couple of cars parked out front
waiting for us to return and open the store. I unlocked
and opened the back door and waited while Ray escorted
Erin through to the offices with her dress still around
her waist.
Once she was out of sight I hurried to the front door.
I apologized for keeping them waiting but they were
very understanding. Mr. Carter said, "That's okay son,
everyone has to eat. We weren't in a hurry."
They made their purchases and left and as soon as they
were gone Erin came out from the back. She had washed
her face and brushed her hair and looked a little
better. I could see that she had been crying but she
looked a little better.
I turned and asked, "Are you alright?" I know, silly
question. Of course she wasn't alright.
She nodded and said despondently, "I guess I had better
get used to it."
I asked, "What do you need?"
She sighed and said, "A miracle would be nice. He sent
me out here to talk to you. He wants me standing here
with you while you take care of the next customer."
I pulled her close and held her and said, "Want to
leave? I'll be glad to punch him out and get the hell
out of here."
She said, "That is exactly what I want. But nothing
about our dilemma has changed since this morning."
Our luck was holding true to form. The next customer,
or customers, were the Atkins brothers. They worked on
their family farm about twenty miles out of town. They
weren't trouble makers or anything. But they were a
little on the rough side, kind of crude and lacking in
manners.
They waived at us when they came in and walked over to
the counter. Lester, the older brother was telling me
from half way across the store that they needed to
order some parts for a milking machine.
He didn't finish his sentence, at least not for quite a
while. He suddenly realized that he could see Erin's
breasts and his mouth stopped in mid word. Both of them
were single and I doubt very much that they had been
out with a girl since they quit school in the sixth
grade. They were in their thirties now.
They were staring at Erin's breasts in silence as they
came up to the counter. Lester spoke first. In a voice
filled with awe he said, "Oh my god! Daniel will you
look at them! Is that not the prettiest sight you ever
seen?!"
His younger brother, Daniel, said, "It sure as hell is!
I ain't seen anything nicer than that in Playboy even!"
I heard a noise behind us and turned to see Ray coming
out from the hallway where he had probably been
standing and watching. He was grinning widely and
enjoying our discomfort immensely.
As he approached he said, "Hey boys! How are the Atkins
brothers doing today?"
Lester didn't take his eyes from Erin's breasts when he
said, "We were doing okay until a minute ago Ray. We're
doing a whole hell of a lot better now!"
Ray chuckled and said, "Pretty little thing, isn't
she?"
They nodded in unison but didn't speak.
Ray said, "She doesn't just have great tits either. You
should see her cunt and that cute ass of hers."
Daniel looked like he was about to start drooling. In a
quiet, almost childlike voice he said, "I'd sure like
to see that."
Ray asked him, "Did you ever see a girl's cunt Daniel?"
Daniel blushed but was surprisingly honest. "No sir,
Ray. I only ever seen a naked woman in Playboy
Magazine."
"Would you really like to?" Ray asked. Like there was a
possibility he'd say no!
"God yes!" Daniel said.
I swear he sounded just like a little boy.
Ray looked out in the parking lot and saw that it was
empty but for the Atkins brothers' pickup truck. He
said, "Wait right there." Then he grabbed the "Be right
back" sign from under the counter and went and locked
the front door and hung up the sign.
He came back and as he neared the counter he said,
"Everyone come with me."
The brothers waited for Erin and me to follow Ray and
they fell in behind us. We all went into the stock room
and when we were in the open space just inside the door
Ray pulled Erin closer and turned her around to face me
and the two brothers. He said, "I bet you boys will
remember this for the rest of your lives."
I didn't doubt that they would.
He unzipped Erin's dress and pushed it down and off of
her. He let it fall to the floor at her feet and she
stood there on display to the two farmers, both of whom
were quite likely virgins in their thirties.
Ray let them look for a moment and then pushed her over
towards them. He said, "Go ahead boys, check her out.
Feel those tits. See what her cunt feels like."
I was close enough that I could smell the farm smell on
them. They had probably been up and working for eight
or nine hour on the farm already. They were probably no
dirtier than anyone else that had been doing hard,
physical labor on a farm for that many hours, but the
smell was not pleasant.
The boys glanced at me. I had met them many times since
I started working here, but they probably had no idea
who Erin was. They must have seen that I was upset
though. Lester looked back and forth between me and
Erin and I think he suspected that something wasn't
quite right here. But he was human. He wasn't going to
pass up this opportunity.
His brother was already pawing Erin's breasts and had
one hand on her ass. Lester joined him, groping her
other breast and dropping his hand down to her pussy to
explore freely.
Erin closed her eyes and allowed them to grope her. She
had no choice.
We watched them for several minutes. I didn't want to
watch. I had turned away once but Ray cleared his
throat to get my attention and glowered at me
meaningfully. I turned back to watch.
They took turns exploring her pussy and at one point
they both squatted down and spread her legs and pulled
her pussy open and looked inside of her. The look of
wonder on their faces would have been amusing if it
were not for the circumstances.
After they had groped her extensively for several
minutes Ray asked, "Forgive me for asking such a
personal question, I know it isn't any of my business,
but are you gentlemen both virgins?"
The brothers looked at each other and blushed. Finally
Lester said, "I'm afraid so Ray. There ain't a lot of
gals out where we live and we don't get to come to town
much."
Ray said, "I understand men. Would you like to fuck
Erin?"
Lester looked at Ray and then at me. Then he looked up
at Erin's face. He turned back to Ray and said, "She
don't look too happy about this Ray. I'd sure as hell
like to fuck her. She sure is fine looking. But I ain't
going to fuck no gal that ain't willing."
Ray said, "She's just a little embarrassed men. She
likes to fuck and she'd be happy to be your first fuck.
Wouldn't you Erin?"
She didn't seem to be surprised at all. I guess we had
both suspected how this was going to end up.
Erin said, "Whatever you say Mr. Nash."
Lester stood back up and took his fingers away from her
pussy. He looked her in the face and said, "You're this
man's wife, ain't ya gal?" He had nodded in my
direction as he asked.
She nodded.
Lester glanced at me and then back at Erin. He asked,
"Why would you let us do it with you in here with your
husband watching? And how come it's Ray that's
offering?"
Erin was afraid to cross Ray. I don't know why. I
didn't see how he could make things worse. She thought
quickly and said, "Mr. Nash is right Lester. I like to
fuck and I'd be honored to be your first fuck. Mr. Nash
is offering because he's my boss."
It sounded pretty weak to me but it seemed to satisfy
Lester. He turned back to Ray and said, "Where can we
do it?"
Ray reached over to a pile of blankets that we use to
wrap up deliveries so they don't get scratched up. He
handed a couple of them to Erin and said, "Spread a
couple of these out here on the floor Erin. Then get
down on your back and entertain our guests."
Erin took the blankets and spread a couple of them out
on the floor. It wasn't much but it was softer than the
bare floor. She got down on her back and spread her
legs and stared at the ceiling.
Lester was watching me with a look of confusion on his
face as he unfastened his coveralls and let them fall
to his ankles. He pushed his shorts down and got to his
knees between Erin's legs. His cock was already very
hard and it was also quite impressive. It looked to be
about eight inches long.
He stretched out over Erin and started moving his hips
around searching blindly for her opening. She grunted
in pain and reached down and guided his cock to her
pussy and as soon as it was in place he forced it in
with one clumsy thrust.
Erin grunted in pain and he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
She groaned and said, "You are so big! I need a second
to get used to you. Please Lester. Start out kind of
slow, okay?"
He said, "Sure. I'm sorry girl. I didn't mean to hurt
you."
She grinned wryly and said, "It's okay Lester. I know
you didn't. You have a nice one. I know it's going to
feel good when you get started."
He started moving slowly and after a half a dozen
strokes Erin said, "Okay Lester. I'm used to it now.
You can do whatever feels good to you."
Lester started speeding up and slamming his cock into
her. I was surprised at how long he lasted. Since it
was his first time I thought that it would be over very
quickly. Far from it! He lasted at least twenty minutes
before he finally started bucking violently and then
his body went rigid and he shivered as he filled Erin
with his cum. It even seemed to take him a very long
time to cum. I guess he'd been saving up for quite a
while.
Lester finally got back to his knees and stared down at
Erin for a long time before he finally got to his feet.
He pulled his shorts and his overalls back up and as he
was fastening the suspenders on his overalls Daniel was
taking his off.
The brothers glanced at each other for a second. The
look of excitement on Daniel's face was impossible to
describe. His coveralls fell around his ankles and he
pushed his shorts down and I was forced to observe the
next cock that was about to rape my wife. His cock was
only slightly smaller than his older brother's.
He dropped to his knees and Erin guided his cock into
her. He started out very slow and Erin said, "It's okay
Daniel. I'm used to it now. You can do it any way you
want."
Daniel said, "Okay ma'am. But you let me know if I'm
hurting you."
Then he started. He began pounding into her hard and
the sound of his flesh slapping hers was uncomfortable.
She grunted with each violent stroke but she didn't
object. She just stared at the ceiling and waited for
it to end.
Fortunately he didn't last half as long as his older
brother had. He began to swear loudly and then he
tensed up and he stroked into her all of the way
through his orgasm. As soon as he finished he got back
up on his knees and wiped his face with his sleeves and
said, "Don't that just beat all! I never even dreamed
it could be that good."
Daniel got to his feet and Lester asked, "Is she one of
them girls that do it for money?"
Ray said, "No Lester. She did it because I told her to.
You don't have to pay her."
Daniel, still with that young voice tinged with awe
repeated himself. "Don't that just beat all!"
Erin didn't move until both men were dressed. Ray
turned to me and said, "Clean her up and get back to
work." Then he went out and unlocked the front door and
took down the sign. I found a rag that Erin could use
to sop up the large volume of cum dripping from her red
and swollen pussy. I helped her sit up and I asked, "Do
you want me to do this?"
She shook her head and took the rag from me. She looked
to be in pain as she bent down and wiped herself clean.
I asked, "Is there anything I can do? Are you alright?"
She shook her head. She said, "No Dean. I'm a little
sore. They fuck like animals. I just need to get enough
of this up that I can put my dress on and make it to
the bathroom."
She wiped at the cum until it was gone and I helped her
to her feet. I handed her dress to her and she stepped
into it. I helped her put it on and I zipped it up. She
turned and finally looked me in the face. She had a
questioning look in her face.
I smiled and said, "I know what you are looking for
Erin. The only thing that you are going to find in my
face or in my heart is sympathy and love. Theirs is no
sense looking for anything else."
She stood up on her toes and kissed my lips briefly and
said, "I would hug you but I have to get to the
bathroom before it's too late. You better go wait on
your customers."
I said, "I love you Erin," as she turned and rushed
out.
I picked up the blankets and tossed them back on the
pile. Then I went back out into the store and ordered
the parts that the brothers had come in for.
Just before they left Lester looked me in the eye and
said quietly, "She didn't do that willingly did she?
And you weren't letting her do it willingly. Something
ain't right here. I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have done
it."
I was actually touched by what he said. I didn't blame
him or his brother. I know damned well that if our
positions were reversed I would have done the same damn
thing if someone had offered Erin to me.
I replied, "Thank you Lester. I'll tell Erin. I know
she'll appreciate that."
He asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
I sighed and said, "I'm afraid not. Not at the moment,
except maybe keep this to yourselves. That would help."
He nodded and said, "You have my word." Then he turned
to Daniel and said, "You ain't going to say anything
either, are you Dan?"
Daniel looked like he really didn't know what the hell
we were talking about. Lester looked at him and smiled
and then turned to me and said, "Don't worry Dean. I'll
explain it to him. And I'm sorry. I mean it sure was
wonderful, but I guess we wasn't thinking too clearly
at the moment."
I smiled and said, "It's okay. I was just thinking that
if I was in your shoes I'd have done the same damn
thing. Don't feel bad. I'll explain to Erin."
Lester shook my hand and they left. I finished filling
out the parts order blank and took it into Erin's
office. She had just returned from the bathroom and
taken her seat. I gave her the order and after glancing
at the closed door into Ray's office I whispered,
"Lester began to realize that something wasn't right
and he feels very bad about what happened. He told me
to tell you he was sorry."
I could tell by her expression that Lester's apology
meant a lot to her. She squeezed my hand and said,
"Thanks. Now get your lazy ass to work."
I smiled and went back out front.
Ray came out and stood behind me at a little after
three. He said, "I just did you a big favor Dean. I
just taught Erin how to deepthroat. It was fantastic.
Trust me. You are really going to thank me for that.
I'm going home now. Don't forget I want both of you to
go to Middlebury after you close. And she doesn't
change clothes."
I didn't know how he would know. But when he handed me
his credit card and told me to use it to pay for our
dinner I think I realized how he could check. It didn't
take a rocket scientist to know that everyone working
in the restaurant tonight was going to remember Erin.
As soon as he was gone I rushed into the back. Erin was
on her knees with her dress down around her waist
again. She had her hands over her face and she was
crying quietly.
She looked up when she heard me come in and she started
to struggle to her feet. I rushed to her side and
helped her up. Then I wrapped my arms around her and
held her tight. The dam broke then and she cried
hysterically. I knew that there was nothing I could say
to make this better. I just held her close and waited
for her to get it out of her system.
It took quite a while. She gradually began to calm down
and after about ten minutes she was crying softly and
trying to speak. I let her go and looked down at her.
She turned and grabbed a handful of tissue from the box
on her desk and wiped her eyes and then she blew her
nose.
She threw the tissue away and in a raspy voice she
asked for a glass of water. I went into Ray's office
and got a bottle of cold water out of his refrigerator
and brought it to her.
She took some pain killers out of her purse and washed
them down with the water. I could see that it was
painful for her to swallow. It broke my heart to see
how much she was suffering. I leaned back against the
table on the side of her small office and thought to
myself that we were gaining nothing by submitting to
that asshole. He didn't have to have me arrested to
ruin us. He was quickly destroying our reputation and
before long we would have to leave this town no matter
what else happened. So I didn't see the point in
letting him get away with this shit any longer.
I waited until Erin had calmed down a little more and
told her what I was thinking. I pointed out that after
our little lunch outing today our reputations were
going to be drastically effected. There was no way that
word of what happened wasn't going to spread around
this small town like a wildfire.
I trusted the Atkins brothers to keep quiet. But it was
unlikely that they would have said anything anyway.
They certainly didn't socialize with anyone in town.
But the boys that witnessed that show at lunch time,
and those girls that had found it so offensive, they
were going to tell everyone they knew what they had
seen.
I heard someone come into the store and I left Erin to
pull herself together. I stayed pretty busy after that,
up until about a half hour before closing. Finally it
was six and I locked up. We had prepared the deposit in
advance and dropped the day's receipts off and headed
for Middlebury. I had checked their web site and gotten
their location. They were open for another hour but
even though it was only thirty miles it was narrow,
winding roads and even if I didn't get behind a slow
moving vehicle it would still take a good forty-minutes
to get there.
It was quiet in the car at first. We were both dreading
what it was going to be like for Erin to walk around
town in that dress. I had suggested that we tell Ray to
go to hell and take our chances but she was still
adamant.
Middlebury is a college town and it has its fair share
of beautiful young women running around in clothes that
get a man's attention. But it is not a very
cosmopolitan town. It is not a very cosmopolitan state.
Even the largest cities in this state have a rural
flavor to them. It isn't like a college town in Florida
or Texas or California. The girls here do not go around
with their breasts exposed and their skirts so short
that they cannot bend or sit.
We arrived with only ten minutes to spare and I managed
to find a parking place right near the costume shop. I
tried to get Erin to stay in the car but she was too
afraid of Ray to disobey him. She got out and
accompanied me inside.
There were no other customers in the store, just the
young man behind the counter. His eyes opened wide as
we approached the counter and I told him what I needed.
He stared openly at Erin's exposed breasts and for a
moment it didn't seem that he could engage his mind.
I suppose I couldn't blame him. Even after I had been
married to her for this long I was still breathless
when I saw her naked.
He finally snapped out of it and led me to a small
collection of chauffer uniforms on the side of the
room. I had a dark suit and only needed the hat. I
found one in my size and we went back to the counter
and I paid him. We left the clerk to his fantasies and
hurried back out to the car.
We had not discussed where to eat. Usually when we came
to town to eat we came for pizza. There was a place in
town that made excellent New York style pizza. But we
didn't want to go there like this. We wanted to be able
to go back there. We thought it best to go somewhere we
had never been and would never want to go back to.
Besides, if Ray was paying for the meal we wanted it to
be expensive.
We talked it over and decided on a steakhouse on the
edge of town. It was supposed to be expensive and it
was far enough away from the college that we hoped it
wouldn't be full of college kids.
We drove over there and perhaps since it was the middle
of the week it wasn't crowded. As you might expect, we
got some unpleasant looks from the female halves of the
few other couples patronizing the place and some
enthusiastic stares from the men that saw us. But the
staff tried to act as if Erin was fully dressed. They
seated us at a dark booth that was away from the other
guests and we were left to deal with only the young
waiter who gave us excellent service all through the
meal but was unable to stop looking at Erin's breasts.
Again, I couldn't blame him.
Erin ordered lobster and I ordered the most expensive
steak on the menu. We had a bottle of wine and we took
our time and ate and drank and talked quietly. We were
stuffed by the time the meal was over. We had not eaten
much since this whole mess had begun on Monday but we
made up for it. We even ordered deserts to go. We were
anxious to get out of there and get home so that Erin
could get out of that dress.
I paid with Ray's credit card and left a hefty tip. We
made it out to the car then without entertaining any
more customers and I drove home carefully. I am not in
the habit of drinking and driving but I had really
needed a couple of glasses of wine tonight. I was
looking forward to getting home and having another.
When we got home I put the deserts in the refrigerator
and poured us both another glass of wine. We sat
quietly out on the front porch in the dark and I put my
arm around Erin. It was almost 9:00 P.M. and there were
a few young people out in their cars, probably
returning from visiting their girlfriend's houses. But
other than that the streets were quiet as usual.
We sat there like that for probably fifteen minutes.
When our glasses were empty I went in and got the
bottle and poured us another. After I had rejoined Erin
on the porch swing she asked, "Did you ever think about
what it's like to grow up as a girl?"
I thought about that. I finally answered, "No. I
thought a lot about girls when I was growing up. Like
most guys I struggled with trying to figure out what
girls think. I don't think I thought about what it was
like to grow up as a girl though."
She said, "Maybe if you thought about what it was like
for us you would have had a clue about what we think. I
don't mean to imply that the experience is the same for
all girls of course. We are not nearly so monolithic a
group as you guys seem to be. But there are a lot of
commonalities. We have to get used to things that boys
don't ever have to think about. And I don't just mean
that we have periods. But if you think about how much
sex education we get from our parents you can imagine
what that is like, the first few times especially."
"It's more than that though. We are the butt of
constant teasing and bad jokes from boys from the very
beginning. When we enter puberty and our breasts start
to grow we are already feeling self conscious about our
bodies. Now every male in the world is staring at us. I
mean, I know that they aren't, but it seems like it.
And a lot of them are. And we are confused because we
want to have big beautiful breasts like all the
beautiful women we see in magazines and on television
or even walking down the street. We want to be objects
of desire. But then when we are we don't know how to
act. It is a very difficult time. It's much worse for
some of us than for others of course. Some girls seem
to breeze through it."
"We have all of these conflicting emotions that boys
don't have to deal with. We want to be desired and we
start thinking about sex just as much as boys do. But
unlike boys, we have to worry about our reputations and
getting pregnant and our parents sending us away to a
nunnery, or at least losing respect for us. We want to
turn boys on and we want to be looked at and we want to
be touched just as much as you guys want to touch us.
But society has decided that while it is alright for
guys to act that way, we girls must control our desires
until we are married. No, it's worse than that, we
aren't even supposed to have those desires until we are
married!"
She paused for a second and I tried to figure out what
she was trying to tell me, or why she was telling me
this at all. She finally continued and it started to
become obvious, finally, what she was trying to say.
"I was always one of the most self-conscious girls
around. I never got used to the way men looked at me,
at least not when I was a teenager. I am still not
totally comfortable in my body. When I was fourteen and
fifteen and sixteen I would sometimes feel so aware of
my body, so self conscious when I walked down the
sidewalk that I could hardly walk. Now, having to be
nearly naked so much in front of so many men, so many
boys, it's almost more than I can stand. But as much as
I hate it I have to admit something to you. I don't
know why, I have been worried that you would find out
though. I feel like I have to tell you, I have to try
to explain. When that rat bastard son of a bitch makes
me wear those slutty dresses, or worse yet take them
off, I get so wet. I don't understand it. I know it's
wrong and I don't want to feel that way. And I am
terrified that you will find out, or that Ray will say
something to you."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I think I finally knew
what this was all about. I am only a man, so I wasn't
certain though. I asked, "Is that what you were trying
to say? Your body reacts to some of this stuff and you
are afraid I will find out and be upset?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly.
I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. I said,
"Christ you had me worried. I thought you were going to
try to get me to understand women! You can't ask that
of a man. Would it make you feel any better or would
you be pissed off if I told you that through a lot of
the things that have happened to you this week I have
had a hard on? I don't mean that I am enjoying it. I
hate seeing you being raped and humiliated and degraded
and every time you cry it tears me up inside. But my
body reacts without any help from my brain too. When I
see your breasts exposed and even when I see some of
the things that prick is doing to you my cock gets
hard. I guess I know how you feel though. I have been
scared to death that you would notice and think that I
was okay with what he was doing."
She turned in her seat and looked at me. There was a
long pause and then she asked, "Really? You got a hard
on? When? Which things made you hard?"
I was getting real uncomfortable now. I said, "I would
rather not say. The point is, it is a physiological
reaction. We can't control it and you shouldn't worry
about it. I'm glad you get wet. If you get wet you
won't get hurt as bad. Trust me Erin. That is the least
of our worries. The one thing that you don't have to
worry about through all of this is what I think about
you. I adore you and I respect you and that will not
change."
She was quiet for a minute and then rested her hand on
my soft cock and she asked, "You really got a hard on?
I'm so relieved!"
I shook my head in wonder. "I was terrified that you
would see it and think I was enjoying what he was doing
to you."
As her hand lightly squeezed my cock it started growing
quickly. She smiled and said, "Speaking of the devil.
Why don't we go to bed? It's getting late."
She got to her feet and pulled me inside using my cock
as a handle. I followed her into the kitchen and we put
our wine glasses in the sink. When we got back into the
living room I bent down and picked her up and tossed
her over my shoulder. She squealed as I squeezed my
hand in between her thighs and rubbed my finger against
her moist slit as I carried her quickly upstairs and
threw her on the bed.
She started to get back up so that she could undress
but I pushed her back down on the bed and got out of my
pants and shorts as quickly as possible. Then I climbed
up on top of her and fucked her like Lester had earlier
today. This time we weren't making love. I was nearly
raping her. I was purposefully rough and I groped her
breasts through that sheer dress and kissed her
passionately.
She started screaming and cumming and she came over and
over before I finally filled her with yet another load
of cum. Three other men had fucked my wife before I had
today. I suppose that most other men would react
differently to that. I don't mean to imply that I was
happy about the situation. But I had gotten a hard on
watching the Atkins brothers fuck Erin on the floor of
the storeroom and sometimes when I was worrying about
her in the office alone with Ray and picturing the
things that were happening there I got a hard on.
I felt guilty about it. But it happened. I wouldn't
recommend our situation as a way to spice up your sex
life. But I guess if we could react this way to what
was happening we had a lot more chance of having our
marriage survive intact. My biggest concern was not
that Erin was being raped. My biggest concern was that
it would fuck up her mind. But she seemed to be holding
up surprisingly well. Maybe, just maybe, we could get
through this.
When our violent fuck was finally over and we were
laying there in the dark and holding each other tight
she laughed and said, "You fucking pervert!"
I kissed her and asked, "Yeah. What's your point?"
She was quiet for a long time after that and then she
said, "We're going to make it, aren't we? I was so
afraid this would be something that would destroy our
marriage, destroy your love for me."
I responded, "Silly woman! I could never stop loving
you. I was worried that you would end up hating me for
not being able to protect you. Besides, it is the
relationship that Ray and I have had since we were just
out of diapers that is responsible for the things that
are happening to you. He is enjoying what he is doing
to you. But he is doing it to torment me more than he
is doing it to torment you. Every time he does
something to you in the office he comes out and stands
behind me and tells me what he has done. That is what
this is all about. If I were you I'd hate me right
now."
She kissed me hard and then she said, "Stupid man! It
isn't your fault Ray is crazy. You said you heard
things about him when you were growing up. He was crazy
without any help from you. Now, I've got to take a
quick shower. I can still smell those poor farmers on
me!"
She got up and as she was taking her dress off she
said, "Can you imagine those poor guys being virgins?!
They must be in their mid-thirties! It's too bad they
don't have anyone. They were pretty nice. Not real
bright maybe, but nice. And don't tell my husband but
they had a couple of pretty nice cocks too."
I got up and slapped her butt and sent her off to take
a shower while I finished undressing. I decided a
shower wouldn't hurt me either and I went in and joined
her in the tub. We hugged and kissed and soaped each
other up and then we had to hurry up and rinse off. I
resolved that the first thing that I was going to do
when we could afford it was buy a larger hot water
heater.
The next morning I had to take another shower. I'm a
heavy sleeper and I can't wake up in the morning
without a shower. While I was in the shower Erin got
dressed and went down and made coffee. I got downstairs
twenty minutes later and walked into the kitchen and
stopped and stared at today's outfit.
In some ways it wasn't as bad as yesterday's. The top
wasn't sheer and her nipples were covered. It was a
bright red dress. It was shimmery and looked like it
was made out of the same material as a pair of red
panties she has. It was made of a very thin material. I
could see the outline of her nipples where the material
rested against her breasts. The bodice was cut so low
that I could almost see her navel. It draped down over
her breasts loosely but it looked like any move she
made was likely to expose her breasts.
The skirt was slit up to the waist on one side and
because it was so tight there was a large gap exposing
a couple of inches of her nude hip. It was, of course,
embarrassingly short. She watched me take inventory of
her dress and then she said, "Get used to it Dean. Ray
has awful taste in women's clothes. There was nothing
in that suitcase that a normal woman would willingly
wear."
I went in and got my coffee and we sat at the kitchen
table and tried to steady ourselves for the kind of day
that we knew we were in for. I had noticed that it was
raining so at least it was unlikely that we would have
to go to the Dairy Queen for lunch.
I looked at the way that Erin's skirt separated when
she sat down. She followed my gaze and looked ruefully
at how much skin was exposed. The tiny skirt pulled
away to the side and it was impossible for her to cover
her pussy when she was seated. But that wasn't all.
When she leaned forward even slightly the top fell away
and exposed her breasts, or at least one of them. It
kept sliding off to the side and she had to constantly
place it back over her breasts. It was obvious that she
was in for another bad day.
When we could put it off no longer we went out, got in
the car and drove to work. Ray's car was already there.
We went in and I gave Ray's credit card to her to
return to him. I got the store ready to open. I tried
not to think about what was happening in the back. I
was grateful that I couldn't hear most sounds from back
there.
I took care of the restocking and opened the front
door. The store hours were from 8:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M.
There was often a spate of business when we first
opened up. Those were normally the professionals that
needed something for a job that they were working on.
Then it was quiet for a while until between nine and
ten and then business started picking up again.
Normally on a rainy day like today we have very little
business. Contractors often can't work on rainy days
and your average home owner stays inside and waits for
the sun to come out too.
I was just finishing up stocking some gardening
supplies when Ray came out from the back with Erin
following. I could see that she had been having a rough
morning. As she walked behind Ray her top kept sliding
off of her breasts but I didn't think that was why she
was blushing.
Ray stopped at the counter and asked me about dinner
last night. As I answered his questions, Erin continued
through the store and into the store room. She came
back out in a few minutes and came behind the counter.
She reached down under the counter and picked up the
"Be Right Back" sign and headed for the door. She
didn't lock it though. She put the sign up and waited
by the door.
I had been watching Erin as I answered Ray's questions
but finally I asked, "What's going on?"
Ray smiled and said, "My young cousin called me at home
last night. He was one of the boys at the Dairy Queen
yesterday. He told me how much he enjoyed our lunch and
he asked if he could meet Erin some day. He is such a
good kid that I thought I'd arrange that for him. He is
coming in with a couple of his friends in a few minutes
and Erin is going to entertain them in the storeroom. I
am letting her lock up because I thought you would want
to be there."
He was watching my face, enjoying my reaction as he
calmly told me that he had invited three teenagers to
have sex with my wife. I struggled not to show my
anger. I struggled not to punch his face in. Over the
years Ray and I had come to blows several times. We
were usually separated before the fight was concluded.
We were pretty evenly matched but I had fury on my side
at the moment. I didn't doubt for a minute that I could
fuck him up. And I desperately wanted to.
Just then the door opened and Ray's cousin Scott came
in with two of his friends. I recognized all three
boys. Besides Scott there was Len Todd and Steve
Foster. I knew that Scott was just sixteen. I imagine
that is two friends were the same age, give or take a
year. They looked nervous, but very excited.
They came in and moved out of the way while Erin closed
and locked the door. She didn't look at the boys. She
turned and headed back across the store to where we
were standing. As she walked she had to keep adjusting
her top to cover her breasts. Ray called out to her,
"Stop that Erin. Just leave it the fuck alone!"
By the time she came to a stop in front of us her
breasts were both uncovered. The boys came around her
and leaned against the counter and stared at Erin's
exposed breasts. I thought back to our talk last night
and how nervous and how self conscious she was about
being exposed like this. But then I remembered what she
had said about getting aroused as well and I hoped for
her sake that she was getting wet. The more aroused she
became the easier this was going to be for her. I did
not begrudge her that.
Ray said, "Erin, put your dress on the counter and
we'll go into the back."
I saw her breath catch as he said that. But she pulled
the top off of her shoulders and pushed the waist down
over her hips and stepped out of it, leaving her
standing in just her black pumps.
When she was naked Ray said, "Lead the way."
Erin was blushing all the way down to her breasts as
she turned and walked towards the storeroom. The boys
followed her and we followed behind. When we stepped
inside I saw that she had already spread blankets out
on the floor in anticipation of their arrival.
Ray moved over and took a seat on a large crate and
said, "Go ahead boys, she's all yours. She'll do
anything you tell her to."
Len and Steve closed in on Erin and began to explore
her body eagerly. Scott wasn't interested in
preliminaries. He quickly undressed and stepped onto
the blanket and said, "You guys get undressed. You can
feel her up later."
Len and Steve moved back and started undressing and
Scott said, "I saw you sucking Ray's cock yesterday and
my cock has been hard since then. You are beautiful
Erin. I love your tits and your sweet little pussy and
your perfect ass. But I want to feel my cock in your
mouth like that. I've never been sucked off and I want
you to do that."
He sat down on the blanket and leaned back against a
box and said, "Come on Erin. Suck my cock."
Erin got down on her hands and knees and moved up
between his wide spread legs. She looked down at his
cock for a second or two and then took it in her mouth.
She started sucking and as she worked on his cock Len
and Steve joined them on the blanket.
They started exploring her body with their hands again
but Steve quickly moved into position behind her and
began to work his cock into her pussy from behind. I
heard her grunt as he entered her and then moan as he
started to fuck her. I hoped that she could relax and
enjoy it, as difficult at that might seem. I know, it's
rape. But there is no way to avoid it so she might as
well enjoy it if she can.
Ray spoke up once Steve had started fucking her. He
called out to Erin, "Come on slut. I promised Scott you
would do that trick I taught you yesterday. Don't
disappoint us."
I watched, torn between dismay and astonishment as she
began sliding her lips down until they were wrapped
around the base of his cock and several inches of his
cock were buried in her throat. I know that Ray had
told me that he had gotten her to do it. But hearing it
and seeing it were two different things.
As his cock sank into Erin's throat, Scott called out,
"I'll be a son of a bitch! Fuck that feels hot! Oh my
god!"
Then he grabbed her head and pulled it tight to his
belly as his hips thrust up and I could see that he was
cumming in her throat.
The other two boys had stopped what they were doing and
were watching in amazement. Len turned loose of her
tits and sat up and waited for Scott to finish and move
out of the way. As soon as he did, Len took his place
and breathlessly ordered her to do the same thing for
him.
She dropped her head back down and took Len's cock into
her mouth as Steve resumed his violent rape from
behind. Scott had moved only enough to make room for
Len. He sat nearby now and watched and enjoyed the
show. As he watched his two friends having sex with my
wife he used his bare toes to toy with one of her
breasts absently.
I was disturbed when I realized that I had a hard on
too. I know that we had talked about this last night
and I realized that it was an involuntary reaction. I
still felt guilty about it. It seemed like such a
betrayal.
Ray didn't share my reservations. He was obviously
enjoying the show and he had pulled his cock out and
was rubbing it slowly while he watched the three
teenagers with my wife.
Steve came next and after tensing up and filling my
wife's pussy with cum he moved to the side and watched.
When he had caught his breath he said, "Jesus man! Look
at them tits swaying! It reminds me of "Baywatch"!
I didn't know what that meant but Len and Scott did.
They both chuckled at the remark.
Scott was hard again already and he got to his knees
and moved into position behind Erin. He worked his
rejuvenated cock into her pussy and started fucking her
hard. It was a very violent fuck and his thrusts seemed
to drive more of Len's cock into her throat with each
brutal stroke.
Len didn't last very long and just before he came I
heard him say, "I'm going to cum. I want to cum in your
mouth, okay?"
Erin stopped taking his cock into her throat and held
it in her mouth. She began using her hand and finished
him off that way, taking his slimy cum into her mouth
while Scott raped her from the rear.
You have to admire a teenager's stamina, I guess. As
soon as Len moved out of the way Steve took his place.
His cock, still wet from fucking her earlier, stood
straight and hard.
Erin groaned. She was obviously getting tired. But she
didn't say anything. She took his cock into her mouth
and was soon taking it into her throat as Scott drove
violently into her from the back.
They were soon finished and sitting around her staring
at her body. I saw Ray get to his feet and he said,
"You guys want to see something hot? Watch this."
He got down on his knees near Erin's head and guided
her mouth to his cock with a handful of her hair. As
she took his cock into her mouth and then her throat
Ray turned to me and said, "I'm going to fuck her ass
Dean. I don't have any lube in here. If you want to
make it easier for her I strongly recommend that you
get down here and use your tongue to get her ready for
my cock. You don't have to of course. It's up to you."
I knew that the idea was not for me to make it easier
for her. The idea was to humiliate us. But he was
right. It would make it easier for her and I wanted
that.
I moved behind her and I could see the cum from the
three boys running down her thighs. The smell was
strong and unpleasant. But what I had to put up with
was nothing compared to what Ray was requiring of her.
I bent down and spread the cheeks of her ass and began
to lick her little pink asshole.
I knew that he had fucked her ass several times
already. I had been forced to watch him do it once. The
abuse didn't show though. And when I stiffened my
tongue and pushed it into her tight little hole I
couldn't tell that she had been raped there.
As I worked at her ass with my tongue I was aware of
the boys watching closely and I could hear their
obscene comments. I tried to ignore them as I did my
best to get her wet and loosened up for Ray's hard
cock.
Ray finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and said,
"Just to show you what a nice guy I am Dean, I'm going
to let you get some head while I fuck your wife's ass.
Go ahead and pull you cock out and get up here."
Ray moved around behind her and immediately began
forcing his large cock inside of Erin's ass. She cried
out in pain as he entered her. Then, she panted as she
tried to get used to his cock pounding her ass.
I moved up and took his place at her head and opened my
pants and pulled out my cock. I hated that it was hard
and I hoped that Erin would understand. She lifted her
head off of the blanket and saw my cock. She looked up
at my face. She must have seen the turmoil I felt. She
smiled and winked and then took me into her mouth.
She had never taken my cock into her throat. It never
occurred to me that she might. I enjoyed it when she
sucked my cock. She was pretty good at it and it was
always obvious that if even she was not that big a fan
of sucking cocks she enjoyed pleasing me.
Now, as my cock sank into her throat I groaned and
threw my head back and struggled to control myself. The
sensations were amazing! I didn't want to last long. I
knew this had to be hard on her throat. But I had to
admit, there was something special about this.
I ran my hands down over her hair and then I gripped
her shoulders after only a very few minutes and she
knew what was happening. She moved her lips back out to
the tip of my cock and used her hand to finish me.
I filled her mouth with cum and eased my cock out of
her mouth and fell away to the side. I looked up to see
Ray watching me with that evil smile on his face as he
pounded his cock into Erin's ass.
He groaned and said, "See? I told you that you'd thank
me for teaching her that."
Then he groaned again and sped up and came in her ass.
He stayed like that, with his cock buried in her ass
until it was soft. Then he pulled out and said, "Okay
cunt, get your ass over here and clean this mess up."
Erin turned to face him and took his soft, slimy,
smelly cock into her mouth and sucked him clean. As she
was doing that Ray looked around at the boys and smiled
and said, "You boys look like you could all go again.
How would you like a real piece of ass?"
All three of them were eager to go again and Ray said,
"Great, she needs lots of practice. Go ahead and fuck
that beautiful ass."
I was forced to watch as one by one the three boys each
took a third turn fucking my wife, in the ass this
time. And after each one came they moved around and
made her suck them clean as the next boy mounted her.
By the time it was over and we had all dressed, all but
Erin whose dress was out on the counter, nearly two
hours had passed. As the boys were dressing they were
staring at Erin, still in awe of her beautiful, sexy
body. Before we went back out into the store Scott
asked, "Can we do this again Ray? That was fucking
fantastic!"
Ray smiled and said, "Sure Scott. You can't do it every
day. I don't want to ruin that sweet cunt or that nice
tight ass. But until school starts again I don't see
why you and some of your friends can't fuck her a
couple of times a week. I think we are going to have to
start doing this somewhere else though. I am going to
go bankrupt if I keep closing the store up so that guys
can fuck my slut."
Scott exclaimed, "Great! How about if we do it at your
house tomorrow night?"
Ray laughed and said, "Sorry boys, tomorrow night is
out. I have a business meeting tomorrow."
He thought for a minute and said, "Come on by the house
on Saturday at around seven."
Scott exclaimed, "Great! I can't fucking wait!" Then he
turned to his friends and said, "Come on guys, let's
get out of here."
We all filed back out into the store and Erin grabbed
her dress off of the counter and walked back to the
bathroom naked.
We all watched her leave the room and then Ray escorted
the three boys to the front door and took the closed
sign away. We hadn't noticed but someone had been
standing outside waiting for us to open and from the
look on his face I was pretty sure that he had seen
Erin walking through the store naked.
He didn't say anything though. He came in and made his
purchase and left. The entire time he was at the
counter he stared at me curiously. I found myself
blushing but there was nothing that I could say.
He was an older man. I had seen him in the store from
time to time but he didn't live in town. I gathered
that he had a landscaping business and did a lot of
work in town, mostly for the elderly. His look was more
than a little unnerving and I almost think that I would
have preferred that he say something about what he had
seen. But finally he left without ever having said a
word.
A short time later Ray came out from the back and said,
"I'm going to the house Dean. I may drop by later if I
get horny. But it is pretty slow and everything seems
to be under control here. If you need anything, or if
Erin needs me, you know how to get me."
I nodded and sighed with relief as he went out through
the back.
I went back to Erin's office. She was sitting at her
desk typing a letter with her breasts exposed when I
came in. She looked up and smiled in relief when she
saw that it was me. I went over and put my arms around
her from behind and kissed the top of her head.
She lifted one of my hands to her lips and kissed it.
I said, "I love you baby. And I'm so sorry."
She shook her head and said, "Stop saying that Dean.
You have nothing to apologize for."
She typed a few more lines and then she stopped and
said, "How did you like it?"
I wasn't sure what she meant and when I hesitated she
said, "The blowjob silly. How did you like it? Was it
exciting? You came pretty fast. Do you like it better
that way?"
I sighed and said, "That's why I'm sorry you dumb
broad! I shouldn't be getting a hard on when they are
raping you. And I shouldn't be enjoying it when he
makes me join in. I am so embarrassed, I feel like such
a shit."
She stopped typing and turned to face me. She said,
"Damn it! We talked about this. I understand. Hell, I
prefer that you get hard and get turned on. I'd rather
that than the alternative. Besides, I don't know if you
noticed but I must have had a dozen orgasms while those
kids were fucking me."
I pulled her close and kissed her and said, "Good, I'm
glad. At least you can get that out of it. I hope you
have an orgasm every time."
We held each other for a moment and then she said, "You
didn't answer my question."
It took me a second to remember the question. I asked,
"Are you sure you want to know the answer to that
question? I would hate to answer that truthfully and
have you resent me for it later."
She laughed softly and said, "I don't really need you
to answer. I could feel your excitement. I knew you
liked it and I'm glad. I would just rather talk about
having sex with you than with everyone else that seems
to have access to my body lately. Really Dean, I'm glad
you enjoyed it. I liked doing it for you."
I had to ask. "Didn't it hurt?"
She smiled and said, "I wouldn't want to do it all day
long. It hurt the first few times and I wouldn't want
to do it for someone with a monster cock. But no, once
I got used to it, once I learned to relax a little it
doesn't hurt. We can do it anytime you want. I like
pleasing you. You know that."
Erin finished her letter and a few other tasks that she
had to get done before the end of the day and then she
joined me out front. The rain and wind had both picked
up and it was a real nasty day. That was great for us.
We sat in a couple of lawn chairs behind the counter
and talked quietly and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Not
a single customer came in all afternoon.
I locked up at six and we went out through the back. I
rushed out to the car and brought it around closer so
that she could get in without getting too wet. I
stopped on the way home and while Erin waited in the
car I ran into the grocery store and picked up a couple
of steaks. We seemed to be adjusting to the terrible
situation we found ourselves in and despite the
degrading morning in the storeroom the quiet afternoon
and the pleasant conversation had put us at ease and we
decided that after eating so little for the first few
days of the week and nothing at all today we could
splurge on a couple of nice steaks.
As soon as we got home Erin took a quick shower and put
on some shorts and a t-shirt. By the time she came back
down I had a salad prepared and I had made us both a
mixed drink.
We ate dinner and enjoyed the sound of the rain on our
tin roof. It was not a good day to sit out on the porch
so after we ate we sat in the living room and talked. I
think that we would both have preferred that we didn't
talk about all the rapes. But it was slowly getting to
be less traumatic for both of us and we felt that it
was better to clear the air. We were both very worried
about how our reactions were being interpreted by our
spouses. Even though we had talked about it we were
still not dealing with it well.
I hated to see Erin suffer. I hated to see her being
raped. But if she could take some pleasure from what
they did to her then I was all in favor of it. On the
other hand, I couldn't help feeling guilty when I
became aroused. She was adamant that she understood and
in fact wanted me to become aroused when it was
happening. She felt sure that our marriage depended on
us being able to tolerate the intolerable. We talked
some more about the breaking point, the point at which
we could no longer deal with the abuse and we would
have to give up and escape.
She asked, "Escape to where Dean? We have no place to
go. We spent every penny of our savings on this house.
There is no escape. I have accepted that or I wouldn't
have been able to deal with the things that crazy son
of a bitch has been having so much fun doing to me. I
know it's hard for you too. I know that you want to
kill him. I know that I am not the only one that is
being humiliated. But if we are going to have any kind
of future together we have to stick it out. I'm
convinced of that."
I could only answer, "I told you Erin, I'll hang in
there as long as you want me to. But this can't go on
forever. If it turns out that we have no other option,
if it looks like this is going to last forever, then I
am going to start thinking about doing something
drastic. And it isn't looking good. I am worried about
what he has planned for tomorrow and just as worried
about his plans for Saturday night. He is taking up
more and more of our lives and involving more and more
of the people that live around us. At some point the
time comes that we have nothing left to lose."
She looked at me with those big eyes and I saw the
helpless look on her face. She whispered, "I don't know
what else to do Dean."
I took her into my arms again and I said, "I'm not
trying to put pressure on you Erin. I'm just saying
that it kills me to see you suffer this way and we
can't let it go on indefinitely."
She kissed me and said, "I know baby. I guess that I'll
reach a point that it won't matter what we lose as long
as we end it. I'm not ready to concede that yet. Just
hang in there a little longer. Please, for me?"
I nodded and got to my feet and said, "I'll do anything
for you. You know that. Let's go upstairs and read for
a while. My mind needs a change of subject. I can't
think about this all the time like this. I'm going
crazy."
Erin grinned as I pulled her to her feet beside me and
said, "There you go trying to get me into bed again.
What kind of girl do you think I am mister?"
I kissed her and said, "I'm beginning to think that we
both have a lot to learn about you. You are certainly a
lot stronger than I thought that you were. I'm willing
to bet that you are a lot stronger than you realized
too. And neither one of us had any idea about what a
great cocksucker you are!"
She laughed and punched me in the stomach and I bent
down picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I
carried her upstairs and tossed her on the bed and
pulled her shoes off. But instead of jumping her bones
I surprised her and started tickling her feet.
The laughter was just what we both needed. After she
surrendered I helped her up and we undressed and got in
bed. Before this had all started she had slept in a
long t-shirt and I had slept in a pair of boxers.
Lately we had both started sleeping in the nude and we
both liked it.
I picked up my book and started to read but Erin had
other ideas. She leaned over and kissed my stomach and
her soft hand started sliding down towards my cock. I
put my book down and said, "Erin, I'm afraid that you
are starting to think that that is something that you
have to do. I adore you and it isn't just because
you're hot."
She smiled up at me and said, "I know that. I think
it's great that when I do this for you it's because we
are in love and you aren't just using me. I love doing
it for you. Even when I wasn't very good at it I liked
doing it for you. Now shut the fuck up and let me work
here."
I laughed and looked at the love in her eyes and it was
almost overwhelming. I watched as she began to kiss and
lick my cock and our eyes stayed locked together as she
took my cock into her mouth and began to slowly work
her lips all the way down to the base of it. I'm no
porn star. My cock is just a little less than seven
inches long and I had not seen many hard ons until the
last few day but I guess I'm just about average in
thickness. But it looked awful damn big as it
disappeared into her mouth and I could not begin to
imagine what it must be like to take something like
that into your throat. I sure as hell couldn't do it!
But damn that felt so fucking good! Watching it happen
was the most exciting thing you can imagine. And she
honestly looked like she was enjoying herself. I know
that when I am eating her pussy I love it. I love how
excited she gets and how much pleasure that I can bring
to her. But it doesn't hurt me to eat her pussy and I
don't have to put anything down my throat.
I watched until I couldn't stand it anymore. I lay back
and closed my eyes and started gasping and then she
pulled back and finished me with her hand, taking my
cum into her mouth as if it was the most delicious
thing she ever tasted.
I have tasted my cum. I happen to know it doesn't taste
good. It tastes just as bad as it smells. But she
didn't seem to mind at all. I guess maybe she does love
me.
I pulled her up on top of me when I had finished and
she had swallowed. She was smiling and we said, "I love
you," in unison. I held her tight and we kissed and
there wasn't any question that we loved each other.
I kissed her for several minutes and then I rolled her
over and started kissing my way down her beautiful,
sexy body. As I did she reached down and lifted my head
and said, "Baby you don't have to do that every time I
do it for you. I do it because I love you and because I
love pleasing you. It isn't necessary for you to return
the favor every time."
I smiled and said, "Erin, I have never in my life eaten
a pussy because I had to! I love you and I love eating
your pussy and I would happily do it every day."
She released my head and asked, "Can I get that in
writing?"
I kissed her navel and said, "I am pretty sure I had it
put in our marriage vows. We'll have to get the DVD of
the ceremony out this weekend and listen for it."
I kissed my way down to her pussy and as I worked my
way in between her legs I remembered how excited she
had got, even through the fear, as I had eaten her ass
earlier at Ray's insistence. I gently lifted her legs
and kissed all around for a moment before I lifted her
a little more and rested my mouth between her ass
cheeks.
She moaned and said, "Oh god Dean! You knew?"
I paused to say, "Oh yeah baby. You like this."
She was embarrassed and she moaned and covered her face
with her hands as my tongue began teasing her pink
little hole. She gasped and her body jumped like I had
hit her with a taser. She let go a muffled scream and
as I ate her ass out I reached around and teased her
clit with my fingers. She came hard. She reached down
and pulled my hair and this time her scream wasn't
muffled. She called out loudly and her body went rigid
with lust.
I let her come down, kissing her ass cheeks and her
thighs as she started to unclench her whole body. When
she was lying flat again I turned my attention to her
soaking wet pussy and happily ate her to several more
orgasm.
When she couldn't stand another one she pushed me away
and then pulled me up over her. She licked her juices
from my face in a sexual fog and then she whispered,
"Would you like to fuck me there? Would you like to
fuck my ass baby?"
I actually hadn't thought about it! It wasn't something
that I had ever thought about doing as far as I can
recall. I love her cute ass. It turns me on to look at
it and to touch it. But I had never really felt any
desire to stick my dick in it.
I had a hard on. Eating her pussy always turned me on.
And I did want to make love to her. But I found that I
really would rather put it where it belonged. I bent
down and kissed her and then I said, "Unless you have a
burning desire to do that, I have to be honest. It
isn't something that ever appealed to me. I would
rather do this.
I slid my cock into her juicy pussy slowly and she
sighed with pleasure as I entered her. She put her arms
around my neck and pulled me down on top of her and
cried out, "Oh Dean! I love you so much!"
Then she started to cry. That stopped me and I tried to
pull away to see what was wrong. She wouldn't let me
go. She cried out, "NO! Don't stop! Oh Dean, don't ever
stop! I love you so much. Now fuck me god damn it!"
She was really getting a lot of use out of that word
now. Oh well, under the circumstances, what the fuck!
Erin wrapped her legs around me and lifted her ass off
that bed, pounding back at me as hard as those boys had
pounded into her earlier today. I had never fucked her
this violently but I did now. I fucked her hard and
fast and she went crazy. She made sounds that I had
never heard a human make before and there was no
question that they were the sounds of passion.
We almost never came at the same time. Usually I came
first and finished her off with my fingers or my mouth.
Sometimes she was feeling horny and she came first,
though that wasn't very often. But this time we came
together and it was amazing, and it was violent. We
were pounding against each other so hard I was sure
that she was going to be bruised in the morning.
Just as we came her fingers went to my back and she dug
her nails in, something she had never done before. For
some reason that put me right over the edge and I
yelled nearly as loud as she did.
I lay over her when it was over. I was resting my
weight on my elbows but my head was next to hers and I
was kissing her ear and telling her how much I love
you. She had begun to cry again and she was chanting
softly over and over, "I love you baby. I love you with
all of my heart."
My soft cock was still inside of her and I felt her
pussy milking me for the last drops of my cum. I lifted
my lips to hers and we kissed for the longest time.
I finally rolled off of her and took her in my arms and
we lay like that for the longest time. It felt so good
to be that close to the woman you love with your entire
being and I honest have no idea how long we stayed like
that. I know that when I finally let her go and glanced
at the clock it was too late to read.
She saw me look at the clock and she looked and said,
"Oh my god! How long were we…Jesus Dean! We came to bed
more than two hours ago!"
I kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Yeah, turns out
you ain't such a bum fuck after all."
She smiled and said, "Aww, you say the sweetest
things!"
We were both hot and sweaty and although we were
reluctant to get out of bed we went to the bathroom and
took a quick shower and then came back to bed. I didn't
feel like reading any longer. We held each other for a
few more minutes and the next thing I knew it was time
to get up.
We went through our normal morning routine. The dress
that Erin was required to wear today was definitely not
the sort of thing you would wear to work. But compared
to the things she had been wearing all week it seemed
pretty conservative. It was short of course. But it was
no shorter than the others she had worn. It was
backless, but her breasts were covered. Compared to the
outfits she had been wearing this was positively prim!
I figured there was a catch though. With Ray there
always is.
We got to work and Ray was just unlocking the door as
we pulled up. He looked at us as we climbed the stairs
to the loading dock and he said, "That's not right
Erin. Here, let me show you."
He turned her around and untied the strap behind her
neck that held the front of her dress in place. He
looked around her body as he loosely retied the strap
with a great deal more slack in the front.
Erin rolled her eyes as she realized what he was doing.
I thought it looked awful, not sexy at all. The front
of her dress hung loosely and the sides of her breasts
were exposed but it wasn't really sexy. I guess it
provided him with better access to her breasts. He
seemed satisfied.
We went about our regular day. He worked all day today.
The store was busy for a while. A lot of people had put
off coming in yesterday and it got pretty busy in there
a couple of times. When that happened Ray sent Erin out
to help. I would help the customers while she ran the
register.
Now I saw what Ray had in mind when he adjusted her
dress. When she was moving around, bending down to get
a bag from under the counter for instance, her breast
was exposed almost to the nipple.
A lot of men stayed around to talk after they made
their purchases. Because they stayed they were there
when the strap around her neck finally slipped loose
and fell to her waist.
She quickly tied it back, loosely as Ray required, but
not before a half a dozen of the townspeople saw her
naked breasts. The silence when it happened was
deafening. But after a moment Erin shrugged her
shoulders and said, "Shit happens!"
Her audience laughed and the tension melted away. They
continued to stick around and hope for a recurrence
though.
It did happen again. There was a different crowd
though. It happened in the early afternoon. The guys
certainly got a kick out of it and Erin almost seemed
to be getting used to being on display. She blushed and
she was obviously uncomfortable. But not like the first
times she had been forced to display her body to the
general public.
At 4:30 P.M. Ray and Erin came out and he said, "I want
you two to go home and get ready for this evening.
Erin, take a shower and put on the outfit that I
indicated was for tonight. Check that cunt. I don't
want to find any stubble there. Dean, change into your
black suit and get your new hat ready. I will come by
and pick you up after I close the store. I want you
both ready and standing at the curb when I get there."
I took Erin's hand and as we started for the door her
damned top fell down again. I let go of her hand and
she retied it as we made our way out the back.
We went straight home and got ready. It didn't take me
long. I just had to put my suit on. I sat in the chair
by the window waiting for Erin. I listened to her in
the shower and when she finally came out she came over
and kissed me and ran her hands over her pussy. She
smiled and said, "Smooth as a baby. Wanna feel?"
I smiled and ran my fingers over her smooth pussy. As I
was doing that she said, "Dean, I don't know what's
going to happen tonight but I want you to keep your
cool. Promise me."
I reached around and cupped her ass and said, "I'll
promise to try, as long as you aren't getting hurt."
She said, "NO! I don't want to hear you'll try and I
don't want any exceptions. They aren't going to do
anything to me that I won't get over. I want you to
promise to let me take care of myself. If I need your
help I will ask for it. I mean it."
I looked up at her and said, "I can say the words Erin.
But there is only so much that I'll take. Now go get
dressed. I suspect it won't take long. I doubt if there
is very much to this outfit you are going to wear."
She sighed and said, "There isn't. I've seen it. But at
least we are going to the city. I won't see anyone that
I know. Or more to the point, nobody I know will see
me."
She went into her closet and came back out with a
small, black bit of nothing much at all in one hand and
a pair of black high heels in the other.
She set the shoes down and pulled the thing she had to
wear tonight over her head. I couldn't believe it!
I looked at Erin and exclaimed, "It's a fucking slip!"
She just nodded.
The slip was mostly sheer material and lace. It was
scooped so low in the back that more than an inch of
the top of her butt crack was exposed. The material
over her breasts was sheer and there was a strip of
lace around the bottom that wasn't quite sheer. But if
you looked at it in the right light you could make out
the slit between her legs.
I looked up at her and asked, "Did he tell you where we
are going?"
She shook her head. She moved over and stood in front
of the mirror and saw how nearly naked she was. She
groaned and shook her head again. Then she turned back
around to face me and said, "Pretty hot, huh?"
I didn't bother to answer. We still had fifteen or
twenty minutes before we had to go stand out front. The
neighbors had been seeing a lot of Erin lately. They
were really going to love this outfit. We went
downstairs and I offered her a highball.
She thought about it for a minute and said, "I guess it
couldn't hurt. I don't like drinking on an empty
stomach but I have a feeling that this will be a hard
night to be sober."
I made her a drink and she asked, "You aren't having
one?"
I smiled and said, "I'm the chauffeur, remember?"
She lifted her glass in a toast and started sipping.
She kept her eyes on the time and just before we had to
go outside she gulped down the last few sips and went
in and rinsed out her mouth.
We stood on the front porch until the last possible
moment and then we went to the curb and stood by the
large oak tree in front of our house. We were
constantly looking around to see if any of the
neighbors were about. We saw a few cars go by and slow
down quite a bit when they spotted us but none of our
neighbors were outside. They may have been watching
from inside but we didn't see them.
Ray finally pulled up and got out of his car. He
ordered me to put my hat on and then he said, "I guess
you have seen enough television and movies to have some
idea of what a chauffeur does. You open doors and you
are polite and you keep your mouth shut. Any
questions?"
In as obsequious a voice as possible I said, "No Mr.
Nash."
I reached out and opened the back door of his Towncar
and he got in, followed by Erin. I went around and got
in the driver's seat and he said, "We're going to the
Wyndham on Battery Street in Burlington. Go."
I didn't go to Burlington any more than I had to and I
didn't know the city very well. But I knew how to get
there and I knew the main streets. I knew where Battery
Street was if not the hotel.
I drove through town and headed for Burlington. As we
made our way towards the city Ray said to Erin, "I
don't want to hear the word no come out of your mouth
tonight. Trust me on this cunt. You are going to have a
difficult evening. You might as well get used to the
idea of it right now. If you or Dean piss me off you
have no idea how bad I'll make things for you in the
future."
I saw Erin shudder in fear and nod in response. She
glanced at me meaningfully but I just looked away.
Even though it was almost 6:30 P.M. almost all of the
traffic was going the other way and I had an easy drive
of it. By the time I got to Burlington rush hour was
pretty much over and I got to the hotel without too
much trouble.
I pulled up to the door and Ray said, "Erin, go in and
ask the desk clerk to notify room 512 that we are
here."
Erin came back out in a few minutes. She was blushing
bright red at having to go in there looking like a
prostitute and interact with people. When she got to
the car Ray got out and told her to get in and sit in
the center of the back seat.
In a few minutes I saw two large black men exit the
building and Ray approached them and shook hands. They
talked for a few minutes and then Ray returned to the
car and invited the men to join Erin in the back seat.
Ray got into the front passenger seat. As he got in he
glowered at me and I realized that I had forgotten my
chauffeur duties. I hadn't opened any of the doors for
anyone.
I resolved to try to remember but it wasn't something
that I was used to doing.
The two men, brothers named Mel and George, were
introduced to Erin and immediately began to paw her. I
was directed to drive to a nearby restaurant and before
I had gotten out of the parking lot they had the slip
around Erin's waist and were all but raping her in the
back seat.
Ray turned around in his seat to watch and the
excitement on his face as he watched those large men
torment Erin was disgusting. As I drove Ray told them a
little about us. They got a huge kick out of the fact
that I was her husband and that we were doing this
against our will because he was blackmailing us.
I started to pull up to the door of the restaurant
about ten minutes later but Ray said, "No Dean. Park
it. You're coming in with us. I wouldn't want you to
miss anything."
I bit my tongue and pulled into the nearest parking
place. I got out and opened the doors for the men in
the back seat and Erin. Ray waited until I opened his
door as well. Before I closed his door he took my hat
off and tossed it onto the seat. We went inside with
the two men walking in front of us holding Erin between
them and Ray and I following behind.
We had to wait a few minutes for a table and while we
stood to the side Mel and George continued to explore
Erin's body. They were not very discreet about it
either. Parts of her body that were not supposed to be
were on display frequently and I think that in order to
keep from offending the other customers we were quickly
seated in a large booth in an out of the way corner.
Erin was, of course, seated between Mel and George. I
tried not to watch as they felt her up obviously, even
as the waiter stood at the table taking our drink
orders and telling us about the specials.
After the waiter had taken our orders, but before he
could leave, Mel asked him, "What do you think of
these?" Then he pulled the cups away from Erin's
breasts.
The waiter looked very embarrassed. But I noticed that
there was a large and growing bulge in the front of his
pants. He left quickly and the men left Erin's breasts
exposed.
Ray directed the conversation towards the sweetheart
deal he was trying to make with them on some of the
items we stock in the store. They kept telling him that
they didn't want to talk about that now. They would
discuss business after he kept his end of the bargain.
I assumed that Ray's end of the bargain involved
allowing them to rape my wife. They directed the
conversation back to the experiences that Ray had
subjected Erin to in the past week. They loved hearing
about the lunch at the Dairy Queen and the customers
that had seen Erin naked and gotten to fuck her.
They also like hearing him talk about my reactions to
the things that were happening to Erin. It seemed to
amuse them to no end. They asked a lot of personal
questions of Erin and me too. They asked about our sex
life and how long we had been married and our ages and
about past lovers. They were really getting into it.
The waiter returned with our drink order and after they
had ordered their dinners they asked the waiter if he
would like to fuck Erin for his tip.
Much to everyone's surprise the waiter declined. Ray
and his two guests were obviously disappointed but they
quickly forgot their disappointment as they returned to
tormenting Erin and me.
The meal that they had ordered was served in what
seemed to be an unusually short amount of time. I
suspect that they were in a huge hurry to get us out of
there. Erin and I had not been permitted to order a
drink or a meal. We just sat and watched them eat. I
didn't mind. I wasn't hungry and I doubt if Erin was
either.
Erin wasn't allowed to order a drink, but she was given
something to drink. Mel and George took turns taking
sips of their drinks and then transferring them into
her mouth as they kissed her roughly.
It was disgusting to watch. I thought so anyway. Ray
seemed to be amused.
The men wolfed down their meals and ordered an after
dinner drink. Erin ended up swallowing most of the
drinks that Mel and George had ordered. I could see how
embarrassed she was and how much the rough treatment
was getting to her. I hoped that the alcohol would numb
the pain a little.
The waiter came back with the check without even asking
if we wanted anything else. It was obvious that
management was anxious to get us out of here and Ray
and his two new friends found that amusing.
Ray paid for the dinner and we filed out to the car. I
opened everyone's door and after some talk about going
to a bar or a strip joint Mel and George decided that
they were anxious to get back to the hotel.
I put my cap back on and drove them to the hotel as
ordered. Ray ordered me to go ahead and park when I got
back to the hotel. I went around and opened everyone's
door and Mel and George led the way through the lobby
with their arms around Erin and a large part her ass on
display. I knew that with her slip that high in the
back her pussy would be exposed too.
As we followed along behind Ray turned to me and said,
"I love that little slip. I never could get Kathy to
wear it, not even when we were home alone. The bitch!"
As soon as we entered the lobby all motion, all sounds
ceased. Everyone turned to stare at Erin as we walked
through the lobby to the elevators. Erin turned bright
red but other than that there was no sign that she was
aware of the stir she was causing.
We stood to the side when the elevator door opened and
one young businessman looked up and said, "Holy shit!"
There were a few smirks and a woman with her young
daughter said, "Oh my!" and hurried her gaping daughter
away.
We got on the elevator and Ray pushed the button for
the fifth floor. I followed the four of them to one of
the suites and we waited for Mel to open the door.
He stepped inside and waved us in after him. We were in
the sitting room of a two room suite with a bedroom off
to one side of the sitting room and a small
kitchenette. There was a connecting door which was open
and led into anther bedroom.
Mel and George sat on the couch with Erin between them.
Mel and George were both probably in their mid forties.
They were well over six feet tall and I would guess
that they weighed over three hundred pounds. Some of
that was fat but they were large, strong men. Mel
seemed to be the oldest and it was obvious when you
watched them interact that he was the alpha male.
Mel looked at me and asked, "You're the cunt's
husband?"
I nodded and in response to a glare from Ray I said,
"Yes sir."
He grinned and said, "And you know why your wife is
here?"
I responded, "I wasn't told the specifics. But I'm
pretty sure that I know why we are here."
There was a pause and he asked, "Have you ever seen
your wife get fucked by a black man before?"
I said, "No sir."
I should explain something here. There are hardly any
black people in Vermont. It isn't that they aren't
welcome. I don't think that I have ever met anyone that
was racially prejudiced. At least if they were they
kept it to themselves. On the other hand, "There isn't
a black person living in my town and the closest ones
are probably thirty miles away. I did not grow up with
people of color and the only ones that I have ever met
were usually working in a store in Burlington on the
few occasions I went there for something I couldn't get
at home.
So Erin and I are not prejudiced. But there is a
mystique surrounding black men that is rather imposing,
perhaps even threatening. If the circumstances
surrounding our meeting were different it would just be
a meeting. There would not be all the angst. But we are
here, or rather Erin was here, to be there sexy toy.
She was about to have to allow these two large black
men to do anything they wanted with her body. There was
no question that they were pleased with her and looking
forward to using her.
Ray said, "Dean, undress your wife and sit down in that
chair over there."
I stepped forward and whispered, "I'm sorry Erin." Then
I gently pulled the slip off over her head. I placed it
on a nearby table and went over to the straight chair I
had been directed to sit in.
Ray stood behind me and before I could react he pulled
my arms down and put handcuffs on my wrists. The chain
on the cuffs was threaded through rungs in the back of
the chair and I couldn't get up.
I twisted around and exclaimed, "What the…"
He just patted my head and said, "Relax Dean. I just
want to keep you out of trouble."
I heard a sound and looked up to see Erin being pulled
into Mel's lap. He pulled her face to his and began to
kiss her. She didn't struggle. She seemed to hesitate
for a second but then she returned his wet kiss.
As they kissed his large black hand cupped her breast.
The contrast was startling. I had seen it in the car
and in the restaurant. But those places were dark. Here
in the bright light the contrast was much more stark.
Mel was rough on her breasts but she didn't fight him.
As I watched nervously Ray stood near me. He was
standing behind me and I couldn't see if he was
watching to see what I would do or if he was
concentrating on what was being done to Erin. I was
pretty sure that I knew what he was watching though.
After a few minutes Ray seemed satisfied that I was
helpless and he went over and sat down in an armchair
to enjoy the latest rape of my wife. George turned in
his seat on the couch and we all watched my wife being
molested.
Mel was certainly not in a hurry. He kissed Erin long
and hard and all the while his hand explored every part
of her body. Once he had begun to concentrate his
efforts on her pussy I began to realize that Erin was
fighting to hide her arousal. I wanted to call out to
her that it was okay. If you can get turned on under
circumstances such as this then go for it. Whatever
gets you through it is just fine with me. I began to
suspect though that she wasn't hiding it for my
benefit. She didn't want Ray to realize it. I may be
wrong. But we had discussed this and I had told her
before that if she could get aroused when the men Ray
gave her to were molesting her then it was fine with
me.
What really bothered me about this, more than anything
else, was the handcuffs. I couldn't help wondering why
Ray thought they might be necessary at this point.
After all that had happened in front of me, all the
boys and men that Ray had forced Erin to have sex with
while he made me watch, what was different about these
two?
I was about to get a clue. George stood up and started
undressing. When he was naked he walked over in front
of me and stood there stroking the biggest cock I had
ever seen. It was ten or eleven inches long and it
looked as big around as a soft drink can. He smiled
down at me and in a soft voice he said, "I hear your
wife has learned how to deepthroat a cock. I've always
wanted to try that. I can't wait to get my meat down
that pretty little throat. I just can't decide if I'm
going to fuck her ass first or save that for later."
I shook my head violently and said, "NO! You can't! Not
with that, you'll kill her!" I looked over at Ray and
saw him smiling over at me. He said, "Take it easy
Dean. It's just sex! It'll be good for her."
Mel had paused to watch us and he was smiling over at
me, enjoying watching his little brother torment me. I
saw the look of terror on Erin's face now. He pushed
her out of his lap and George moved back over to where
Erin was standing and took her in his arms. His large
hands immediately began to explore her body roughly.
His cock was hard and it was lying against her stomach
as he held her in his arms. His cock looked even larger
against her petite body.
Mel came over in front of me and started taking his
clothes off. He smiled down at me and said, "Don't let
that little cock my brother has worry you. Most women
can take it okay. They hardly ever need stitches
afterwards. Of course, he's never shoved it down a
throat before. I don't think he's ever gotten it all
the way up into a girl's ass before either." He turned
to his brother and asked, "How about it George, have
you ever gotten that cock of yours all the way up into
some bitch's ass before?"
George didn't even pause, he continued to maul Erin but
over his shoulder he said, "No Mel. The bitches always
fought too hard and screamed too fucking much. Tonight
is going to be the first time."
I started to look around Mel to plead with Ray to save
Erin from these two men when Mel pulled his shorts off.
He stood there massaging his cock right in front of me.
It was even larger than George's! It had to be at least
twelve inches long!
I started struggling with the chair and yelling at Ray
to let me up. The older brother reached down and picked
up his brother's shorts and shoved them in my mouth
brutally. Then he picked up a belt that had been
removed from a bathrobe earlier and that just happened
to be waiting handily on a nearby lamp table and
wrapped it around my head, holding the underwear in
place.
I continued to struggle with the chair and I began
pulling at the cuffs with all of my strength. But the
chair turned out to be a lot stronger than it looked. I
was cutting my wrists on the metal handcuffs as I
struggled frantically and blood was running down my
hands and dripping onto the rug. But my struggles were
futile. I couldn't even turn the heavy chair over.
Mel went back over to where Erin was struggling with
his brother and as he walked he held his hand out to
Ray. Ray tossed him another pair of handcuffs and he
went behind Erin and secured her hands behind her back.
She was still struggling though. She didn't quit until
Mel said, "Sweetheart, take it easy. It's gonna happen.
If you don't settle down and accept it then it's just
going to be worse on you and poor Dean over there. I
imagine it's gonna hurt a little. But we ain't going to
do anything to you that you haven't had done before. If
you keep fighting like this then someone is going to
have to go over there and start breaking bones on your
husband until you settle down. You don't want that do
you?"
Erin stopped struggling then. I couldn't watch. I
couldn't stand the look of terror on her face. I just
stared knives at Ray. I looked at the smug, arrogant
look on his face, his obvious enjoyment of what was
happening to Erin. I made up mind at that moment that
if I got out of here alive it was settled in my mind. I
was going to kill him. I wanted him to see it in my
eyes.
Ray was ignoring me though. He was fascinated by the
things that those large men were doing to Erin. They
had forced her to her knees and they were taking turns
trying to force their monster cocks down into her
throat.
It was obvious that they wouldn't go. They were much
too large. She was a very small woman. They couldn't
possibly manage it without harming her. They struggled
valiantly though. Finally Mel said, "This is never
going to work."
He looked around and said, "Come on. Give me a hand.
Let's try this."
They picked her up and carried her to the sturdy wooden
table by the window that looked out over the lake. They
tried laying her on her back but because of the
handcuffs she screamed in pain. So they turned her over
and George held her head up by her hair while Mel held
her head in place with both of his large hands and
began forcing his cock into her mouth again. I heard
the strangling noises coming from her, the garbled
noises, and the muffled attempts to beg them to stop.
They were ignored as the men struggled to force their
cocks into her.
I was certain that Mel's huge slab of cock would never
fit down her throat. I was also certain that they were
going to keep trying until they hurt her. I was in
total shock when the head of his cock actually entered
her throat. He swore in excitement when his cock went
in and his younger brother said, "I'll be a son of a
bitch Mel! You did it! God damn! Hurry up man. I got to
try that. Fuck me!"
Mel laughed and said, "Hold on George. You'll get your
turn."
Once he had the head of his cock started in her throat
he didn't stop. He continued to force it all the way in
until his entire massive cock was buried in her mouth
and throat and her jaw was open so wide that it looked
like it might be dislocated.
I realized that she had passed out. I knew that she was
still alive because I could see her unconscious body
struggling for air.
He stroked slowly in and out of her throat for a
moment, until she started turning blue and then he
pulled out. He turned to his little brother and said,
"Fuck George! It's so tight it hurts!"
He moved out of the way and before Erin had had time to
gasp for a couple of breaths George began struggling to
force his cock into her throat. It seemed to be just as
violent the second time.
I saw Erin begin to struggle again. She had regained
consciousness. But thankfully it was brief. She passed
out from the fear and pain again and George finally
managed to force his cock into her throat. They took
turns for a few minutes before they decided that it
wasn't very satisfying. Their cocks were too large and
she was too small and it hurt them more than it felt
good.
Unfortunately they weren't through trying to destroy
her delicate young body. They turned her around so that
her legs draped down off of the table and Mel went over
to the lamp table and picked up a tube of lubricant. He
lubed his large cock and dabbed some of the grease on
her ass and started forcing his cock into her tiny
hole.
Erin regained consciousness then and suddenly gave out
with a wild animal sound. It was a desperate cry for
help. Because of what they had done to her throat I
guess she couldn't scream. It was a loud raspy sound
and even without the words it was plain that it was the
result of the most extreme pain. Mel had just managed
to force the head of his cock into her ass.
George went around and held her down and forced the
head of his cock back into her mouth. He didn't try to
force it in any further than that this time. He just
held her head over it while his brother began forcing
his cock into her ass.
She started struggling again and they got a big kick
out of it. They made fun of her as she flopped around
helplessly on the table between them. From the couch
Ray was joining in the jokes, making fun of Erin and
urging the brothers to fuck her harder.
It was obviously a struggle but eventually Mel managed
to bury his cock in her ass. She never stopped
struggling and making those sounds of pain. Once he had
his cock all the way in her ass he paused and held onto
her ass and looked at his brother. He smiled and said,
"Damn George! This is a lot of fucking work!"
I noticed that both brothers were sweating profusely. I
was going to fix that when I got loose though.
Mel finally pulled his cock out of her ass and said,
"Here, you check it out. See how you like it. Then
let's turn her over and fuck her cunt. This is too
fucking much work."
The men changed places and George began to force his
only slightly smaller cock into my wife's ass. Mel was
ready and as soon as she opened her mouth to scream he
shoved the head of his cock inside.
He struggled with her tight ass for several strokes and
said, "Well bro, at least we got to try it finally. I'm
with you. I think I'll stick with pussy from now on."
They got the key from Ray and took the handcuffs off
and brought her back into the seating area and dropped
her on the floor. For the next hour they took turns
fucking her until they couldn't get it up any longer.
She lost consciousness a couple more times but when she
was aware she grunted with pain with every stroke. She
tried begging them to stop but you couldn't understand
what she was saying. I was afraid that her throat was
so seriously damaged that it would never recover from
their abuse.
They finally left her laying there on the floor and got
up and got a drink in the kitchenette. The three of
them were standing there drinking a mixed drink and for
the first time one of them noticed that my wrists were
bleeding on the carpet.
Mel said, "Fuck me! Look at that! They are going to
want to charge us for that! Son of a bitch!"
He came stomping over and slapped me a few times. He
was cursing and swinging and after about three of those
roundhouse blows from his ham sized hands I was
unconscious too.
When I came too I was on the floor and I had a towel
wrapped around my wrists. I struggled to sit up and I
saw that Erin was still on the floor staring lifelessly
at the ceiling. Ray was staring at her nude body,
seemingly without a care in the world.
When I sat up he said, "It's about damned time! Those
assholes went out to get a drink half an hour ago. Get
your fucking clothes on and let's go home. I was going
to let them keep her for the weekend but she's so out
of it they don't want her anymore. I think we cinched
the deal though."
I didn't say a word. I went over to Erin and checked on
her. She looked at me and when she recognized me she
put her arms around me and started crying soundlessly.
I held her in my arms for a long time, and I sat there
deciding how I was going to kill Ray and those two men.
Ray was getting impatient. He said, "If you don't want
them to fuck her again we had best get her dressed and
get out of here."
I went into one of the bedrooms and got one of their
large dress shirts out of the closet. I helped Erin to
her feet and put it on her and buttoned it up. I picked
her up and Ray held the door for me. I carried her to
the elevator and then out to the car. We got more
strange looks on the way through the lobby but I
ignored them.
I put Erin in the front seat with me and I drove home
in record time. I parked in front of my house and as
Ray drove home I carried Erin up to bed and I sprayed
her throat with throat spray, gave her some Tylenol and
while I was drawing her a hot bath I examined her body.
There wasn't any blood that I could find. I didn't see
any tears in her skin either.
I asked her if she needed to go to the hospital and she
shook her head violently. I sprayed her throat again
and I asked if she thought she would be able to talk.
She swallowed with difficulty and tried. It was raspy
and all but unintelligible but she managed to say, "I
think I'll be okay."
I helped her into the big claw foot bath tub and washed
her gently. After she soaked for a while and the water
started to cool I rinsed her off and put her into bed.
I put a glass of water on her nightstand and she
dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
As soon as she was breathing deeply I went downstairs
and got my pistol out of the drawer and loaded it. I
drove down to the flats where Ray had built his house
and I pulled in behind his car. The lights were still
on. I was glad he was up. I wanted him aware when I
killed him.
I went to his door and turned the knob and slammed it
open. I walked inside and pointed my gun at his stomach
and in a calm, emotionless, deadly earnest voice I
said, "I'm going to kill you slow Ray. I'm going to
shoot you in the belly and then I'm going to sit here
and watch you die. Do you have any last words?"
The look of absolute terror on his face thrilled me. He
was just starting to beg and I was going to let him. I
wanted him to grovel a little before I killed him.
My chain of thought was interrupted by a voice from the
kitchen door. Mr. Nash, Ray's father, was standing
there holding a bottle of beer.
I said, "Hello Mr. Nash. You probably don't want to see
this. You should leave now. I didn't notice your car
out there or I would have waited."
He looked at me and the gun and at his terror stricken
son and asked, "Why are going to kill Ray, Dean?"
I smiled and said, "It needs to be done. I wouldn't
hurt you though. I've always liked you Mr. Nash. So you
had best leave now."
Mr. Nash came into the living room and came over and
stood beside me. He didn't try to stop me and he didn't
get between us. In a very reasonable voice he said,
"Did he do something to Erin?"
I nodded.
He gave Ray a dirty look and asked me, "Did he hurt
her?"
I looked up at him long enough that Ray thought he
could make a break for the door. I slammed the gun down
on the back of his neck and stunned him. He dropped to
the floor like a rock. I nudged him with my toe and he
struggled to turn over. I said, "You better get back in
your chair Ray. It's going to take you a long time to
die. You'll want to be comfortable."
He was crying now and begging me not to hurt him.
Mr. Nash looked disgusted. I felt sorry for him. A
father shouldn't see his son like this. I said, "Mr.
Nash, this is going to be unpleasant. You really should
leave."
He said, "Maybe. Tell me what this is all about first."
I looked at him. I guess he had the right to know. So I
told him. I told him every dirty detail right from the
beginning. Well, I didn't go all the way back to high
school, but from the time that Ruth had retired because
she couldn't stand working for him. When I told him
about tonight I told him everything.
He listened with a sick look on his face and when I was
done telling him he gulped down his beer and asked, "Is
Erin okay?"
I sighed and said, "I'm not sure. She didn't want to go
to the emergency room. I'll wait until tomorrow and
decide if she has to or not."
He looked at my wrists and said, "It looks like you
could use some stitches there son."
I nodded and said, "Maybe. I imagine they'll take care
of that when they arrest me."
Mr. Nash said, "What about Erin? What happens to her
when you go to jail?"
I laughed wryly and said, "It couldn't be any worse
than what happened to her when I wasn't in jail. I
wasn't much of a husband to her this past week."
Mr. Nash responded, "It sounds to me like you did what
you thought you had to do."
He turned to look at Ray who was cringing in terror in
his chair, waiting for the bullet in his guts. He
sighed and said, "It saddens me. I always suspected
that there was something a little off with him when he
was young. I thought he would outgrow it. I thought he
had outgrown it. Maybe you're right. He needs killing
for what he did."
Ray shook his head violently and cried out to his
father. He kept saying he was sorry and pleading for
mercy but I knew who he was sorry for. He was sorry for
himself.
Mr. Nash said, "Dean, I know he deserves killing, but
I'm going to ask you not to do it. Not because I don't
want you to do it. I think you'd be doing the world a
favor. But you and Erin mean a lot to me and I would
hate to see you go to prison. I have a better idea."
I looked at him and he said, "Hold on. Sit down and let
me get you a beer. You look like you need one."
I couldn't argue with that. I really did need a beer. I
sat in the recliner behind me and Mr. Nash went and got
us both a beer. He handed me mine and asked, "Did you
know that this house is in my name? When we built it we
put it in my name because Ray didn't have the money to
pay the taxes or the insurance. I already owned the
land and I supplied the material and me and my friends
did most of the work on it. It's mine. That Lincoln out
front is mine too. I can do any damn thing I want with
them. And the hardware store I worked all my life to
build up. That's mine too. I used to love working there
but I have to tell you, I love being retired. I
wouldn't want to go back."
I said, "What is your idea Mr. Nash. It's getting late
and I want to go back and say goodbye to Erin before I
turn myself in."
He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Son, I'm
not going to stop you if you want to do it. I agree he
earned it. To be honest, I know of some other stuff
he's done that would turn your stomach too. I've had to
get him out of trouble more than once. But let me
suggest that instead of killing him and ruining your
life and Erin's life you let him live. You let him
leave here. Leave this town. I don't care where he goes
as long as I never see his face again. You take over
the hardware store. You were better at it anyway. The
customers like you. You take his car and I'll put the
house up for sale and I don't care how he gets out of
here, but if he isn't gone by this time tomorrow I'll
kill him myself. I think if you were to ask Erin she
would prefer that solution. What do you think?"
I laughed and said, "Mr. Nash, I love you like my
father. But you couldn't kill anyone."
He chuckled and said, "I suspect you are right. But I
know some lumberjacks that could beat him to within an
inch of his life and make him wish he was dead. Hell,
it just might do him some good."
I thought it over for a few minutes and asked, "Could
you really do that Mr. Nash. To him I mean. He is your
son."
Mr. Nash said, "No Dean. He isn't my son anymore. I
don't have a son. I have always been pretty fond of you
though and I'd hate to see you end up in jail over that
piece of trash whining in the corner over there. But
like I said, if you want to kill him I won't stop you."
Ray cried out "Daddy!"
Mr. Nash glared at him and said, "You are no son of
mine you sick fuck!"
I had known Mr. Nash all of my life and I had never
heard him swear!
He stared down at Ray and said, "I'm not doing this for
you Ray. I honestly don't want to see Dean suffer
anymore because of you. I want you out of here by this
time tomorrow, if he don't shoot you that is. I never
want to see you again. You leave without the car. You
can take anything you can manage to carry and you can
have the money in your bank account, even though you
don't deserve it. Now give me your keys, all of them."
Ray pointed to a key ring on the coffee table and Mr.
Nash asked, "Where's the other set?"
Ray pointed to a hook by the door and Mr. Nash took
them too. He turned back to Ray and said, "I wasn't
kidding about the lumberjacks Ray. If you aren't out of
here by this time tomorrow I'll have them put you in
the hospital. Providing Dean doesn't shoot you."
He turned back to me and said, "I'll come by tomorrow
and see how Erin is doing. And on Monday I'll talk to
the lawyers about putting the car and the store in your
name. Hell, you were always more of a son to me than
Ray was anyway."
He paused and said, "I won't blame you if you shoot him
Dean. But I hope you don't, for your sake, and for
Erin's."
Mr. Nash handed me Ray's keys and turned to leave. On
the way out he said, "You might better take the Lincoln
when you leave Dean. I don't trust him to not have
another key."
Ray called out to him again as he left but Mr. Nash
just gave him a disgusted look and left.
I sat there for a long time staring at Ray. He was
sweating bullets. He tried to beg a little more but I
was tired of listening to him and I told him to shut
up. I finally made up my mind. I couldn't stand the
thought of Erin being alone. I got to my feet and
walked over and pointed the gun at his gut and said,
"The next time I see you I will kill you Ray. If there
is anything in your life you believe in, you believe in
that." I started to leave then but I stopped and asked,
"Where are those phony records you claim to have?"
He managed to tell me between his sobs that they didn't
exist. There was only the set that he had given Erin to
scare her.
He collapsed into a quivering mass and cried like a
little girl as I turned and left. I stepped outside and
looked at the Lincoln. Well, my car was eight years
old. What the hell. I got in and drove to the hardware
store.
It was almost midnight when I got there. I went in and
hand lettered a sign that said the store was going to
be closed Saturday morning for a family emergency and
then I went home.
When I got upstairs Erin was just coming out of the
bathroom. She was bent over holding her stomach and I
rushed to her side and helped her to the bed. As I was
covering her up she felt the gun in my jacket pocket
and she panicked.
She struggled to get up and I had to hold her down and
tell her over and over that everything was okay. She
still couldn't talk but it was obvious from her
expression that I was going to have to tell her the
whole story or she wouldn't go back to sleep.
I told her everything that had happened after I had put
her to bed. I couldn't tell how she felt. She hardly
reacted to any of it. I finally told her that I was
just going down and get her some fresh water and then I
was going to join her in bed.
She wouldn't let me leave until I handed her the gun.
She put it in her nightstand and I went down and got
her some fresh water and came back to our bedroom. I
helped her sit up and take some more Tylenol and she
watched me like a hawk while I undressed and got in
bed.
She couldn't lie on her side, it hurt too much. But I
lay beside her and held her hand and told her how sorry
I was and I promised that I would never let anyone hurt
her again.
We finally went to sleep and she slept through most of
the morning. I was up at the usual time. I took a
shower and got dressed and made coffee and sat in the
chair by the bedroom window and watched her sleep.
Mr. Nash came over about ten and I went down and let
him in. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "I
went by to see what you decided. He's gone. He took his
clothes and he's gone."
I said, "I'm sorry Mr. Nash. I know that must be hard
for you."
Mr. Nash said, "No, not really. That boy never let me
or is mother get close to him. We did everything we
could for him because that's what a parent does. But we
knew that he had problems. When he started in at
college he seemed better. I thought he had finally got
right until the problems with Kathy. She told us some
of why she left him. I wasn't kidding last night when I
said the world would be a better place if you shot him.
He is going to hurt someone else someday. But I don't
want you and Erin to suffer any more than you already
are. It's better this way. How is Erin?"
I shrugged. "She slept well. She's still asleep. I'm
waiting for her to wake up to see if we need to go to
the hospital."
I heard a sound behind me and there she was in her
bathrobe. She was limping and holding her stomach as
she walked. She smiled at Mr. Nash and then turned to
me and in a horrible, raspy voice she said, "What does
a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?"
I went to her and held her and kissed her. Then I said,
"You sound like shit! I think we should go to the
hospital baby."
She pushed me away and said, "Coffee! And coffee for
Mr. Nash."
I looked at him and I was surprised to see tears in his
eyes. He wiped them away quickly and I asked him if he
wanted some coffee. He nodded and when I went to get it
he supported Erin and helped her to a chair. Then he
picked up the phone and called Doc Williams and asked
him to come over and bring his bag.
I guess that settled that.
I came back out with the coffee and Mr. Nash was trying
to apologize to Erin.
Erin held her fingers up to his lips and rasped out,
"Don't be silly Mr. Nash."
He said, "Would you two do me a favor? I'd appreciate
it if you would call me dad. Do you mind?"
I smiled at him and said, "We would be honored."
Erin nodded.
Doc Williams, one of the two town doctors showed up in
about fifteen minutes. He was told as much as he needed
to know and we left him alone with Erin and went out on
the front porch. He came and got us in about twenty
minutes and when we got back inside Erin was smiling
and in a slightly more normal voice she said, "See, I
told you I was okay."
I looked at Doc Williams and he said, "She has suffered
some trauma and there was some damage. But it isn't
anything serious and she is young. In a week she'll be
good as new. I gave her a couple of prescriptions but
they are just for the pain for a couple of days. I'll
want to know if she isn't better by this time next week
though."
I thanked him profusely and when I tried to pay him Mr.
Nash said, "Bill me Doc."
There was no talking sense to either of them.
Between the stuff that Doc Williams sprayed down her
throat and the hot coffee, Erin was able to talk almost
normally in about half an hour. We talked about Ray a
little but just to answer a few question for our new
dad. He was upset that I hadn't come to him when this
all started.
Actually, I was upset too. It didn't even occur to me.
But I don't think that I could be expected to think
that man would side with me over his son, even when the
son was Ray.
I asked him what he had told Mrs. Nash.
He said, "Everything, except I left out the gory
details. She was pretty upset. She was a mother to the
boy for a long time. You don't forget that. But I think
she feels even worse about what he did to you two. I
tried to get her to come over and visit but she was too
ashamed."
I said, "We'll get her over that. I feel sorry about
Ray though. I understand how hard it is for her. You
guys didn't know a lot of the things he did growing up.
This must me a shock to have it turn out like this all
of a sudden."
Mr. Nash said, "We heard some of it, a lot of it even.
In a town like this word gets around. But what can you
do? I talked to Doc Williams about it now and then and
told him what I knew. Doc told me that unless he really
stepped in it, or unless we had more than rumors then
there wasn't much we could do."
Mr. Nash left after that. I brought some loose clothes
down for Erin and we sat out on the porch for a while.
I made her soup for lunch and we sat in silence most of
the time. I wished that I had not said that I would
only be closed in the morning. I felt obligated to go
in and open the store. I hated leaving Erin alone. She
smiled and said, "If it's going to be your store you
better start being a lot more dependable than Ray was."
She was better by the middle of next week. She was well
enough to go to work. Mr. Nash was as good as his word
and there was a hell of a lot of paperwork involved but
Erin and I now own a hardware store.
It took a while to live down what happened at the Dairy
Queen. But word got around about Ray and the people
that had heard about what happened at Dairy Queen
eventually heard about Ray and after a while it all
died down.
No one ever heard from or about Ray again. I always
half expected to read something about him in the paper
but I never did.
With the help of Mr. Nash and some of his many
connections we started putting the word out about Mel
and George. Their business began to quickly dry up all
over the Northeast and in two years they were bankrupt.
It was less than they deserved but we got some
satisfaction out of it.
I was surprised at how quickly Erin recovered. And not
just physically! Within a few weeks she was her old
self again. She had that ready laugh and that sweet
smile and even though she went back to wearing her old
clothes she was still real popular with the customers
and I know that a lot of the guys came in to shop just
because of her.
Word got around to the Atkins brothers too I guess.
They hadn't come in for a long time and I finally drove
out there one day and assured them that we missed them
as customers and that Erin wasn't upset with them. They
finally came in one day and Erin couldn't get them to
stop apologizing. They finally settled down and got
over it though. She kissed them both on the cheek
before they left the store and you should have seen
them blush.
The End
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To that small group of disturbed people who have
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank
you.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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