I was a special birthday for my wife, let’s call her Jane, leaving her 40’s behind so I thought I’d book something nice to do. She comes from a small Market town so I thought it would be a good idea to take her back to her roots for the weekend to reminisce and show me her home town, her family no longer lived there and she’d lost touch with most of the people over the years. I remember she told me she used to work in a hotel there before we met in her late teens. After a bit of a search on the internet I found the details and the owners name, let’s call him Terry here, well I’d seen Terry’s name on her social media feed so I sent him a direct message explaining what I wanted to do and that I’d like to book a room for the weekend. Unfortunately the hotel was closed for renovation but that my wife and I could have the room she used to stay in, in the staff quarters for free if we were ok with that. I thanked him for his generosity and told him that we’d be over on the Friday night. He said he’d be really pleased to see her again as it had been some years, which was nice of him I thought.
Well the Friday came and I’d managed to keep the location of our visit a surprise, as we got in the car she was curious as to where we were going, I didn’t let her know, but as the journey got midway and we turned off the main roads she worked out that we were going to her home town. She seemed happy, so I explained that I had contacted Terry and we were going to get to stay in the room she stayed in when she worked there.
She didn’t say a lot about that, but I took that as a sign she was ok with it.
It was about 10pm when we parked up in the car park, I jumped out of the car and grabbed our bags. She was still sat in the car, I beckoned her to follow and walked toward the door with lights on. On entering I saw the bar was still open and a man in his late 60’s was behind the bar. Tall with a slightly balding mop of white hair and a white shirt. The bar was empty excepting him.
We greeted each other and as my wife came through the door he said hello and she replied sheepishly, he walked over to her and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the forehead, standing back he held her shoulders and smiled at her, saying it was great to see her again. He seemed friendly enough and took our bags and put them in the room. I looked around, not much of a bar really a few sticks of furniture and a pool table with a juke box in the corner, it was cold in there too.
On his return he explained that they close the bar most nights while refurbishing but he’d kept the lights on tonight for us. They would open the bar tomorrow night, but were were welcome to come up to his flat for a drink. Instantly I said yes, I was parched, Friday night, I could definitely do with a drink. My wife explained she was tired and that she wanted to sleep. Terry added that you’ve got your old room to which she smiled sheepishly and said thank you. She disappeared off down to the staff area and me and my new friend went up to the flat above the bar, “night baby” he shouted down the corridor.
Well, quite a few drinks later, and Terry explaining the my wife used to stay in the staff quarters fro free quite a bit as she never really got on with her family, something I had an inkling of but she’d never really gone into detail. At about 1am Terry explained that he had to get up in the morning, but pointed me towards the TV and the fridge if I wanted any more beer and not to rush off to bed.
I wished him a good night as he disappeared off down the corridor. After finishing my beer, I grabbed another from the fridge and looked for the TV remote. I saw it under the TV and smiled to myself as he still had a VHS Video recorder, he must be getting old I thought. I watched TV for some minutes and then decided to go for a cigarette. I opened the back door to the flat where he had shown me I could smoke and tried to light my cigarette, but my lighter was not working, bit of a bummer, I wondered if there was one hanging around in the flat. I re-entered the room and began to look for a box of matches or a lighter somewhere, on opening the third cupboard there was a wall of VHS video cassettes each dated and with two letters before the date. The fifth cupboard had a box of matches so I went and had my cigarette. As I returned to the living room I re-opened the door to the cupboard and started scanning the video cassettes, they were years old according to the dates. Then suddenly a thought occurred as I scanned up the alphabet and there was one cassette JB 08/08/1992.
I slid the cassette out of the shelf and pushed it into the player, then leant forward and pressed the big green play button. As I sat in the chair I flicked through the remote control for the TV until I saw the unmistakable flicker of VHS and the date and time int he corner. I sat back in the seat and waited for the black screen to change to a picture.
Then there is was, the bar downstairs with the pool table in the same place and noises coming from the side, then all of a sudden a girl walks into the shot with a pool queue and a glass in her hand. She’s dressed in a short figure hugging red dress with slim heels, her dress has pieces cut out from it running over her shoulder and down under the arms to the bottom of the dress which hugged her thighs. “Stop it” She smiles embarrassed as she walks into shot. She puts her glass down on the table and leans over the table. It’s the unmistakable figure of my wife, some years ago but I’d recognise those large breasts and thighs anywhere. She leaned over the pool table and as she did the picture zooms in to her backside. From behind the camera comes Terrys voice. “I’ve zoomed right in now” he laughs.
“Stop it” she replies whilst hitting the balls, the picture zooms back out. I continue watching on as a middle aged man goes to the table and plays his shot, he pots the ball and continues to play until he pots the black. Looking at her directly he says “you’ll have to do a forfeit now”. She smiles as she picks up her glass and takes a sip, “go on then” she says. He walks up to her and squeezes her ass as he rubs the cue between her breasts. She pushed him away, “I need another drink” she demands. He walks out of shot and the picture suddenly flips. It is lower now, seeming like it is sat on a table in the bar and music is playing in the background, I can see a clock on the wall and it is 11.35pm, I can hear voices but see nobody in the shot, then there she is again, walking slightly wobbly towards the pool table once more, she turns and puts her hands on the edge of the table facing away from camera.
She would have been about 19 then, I watched on with interest as from behind the pool table two 40ish men walk into shot and as they do she steps back on her heels and slightly wobbles towards the centre of shot still facing away. “What game are we playing tonight?” She asks with a devil in her voice. One of the guys says, “reluctant”. “Oh ok”, she replies “I like that one.” Another voice from behind the camera says, “us too”. As the sentence stops, 3 other men appear into he foreground, and as they do she spins on her heels to face them.
“No daddy, do I have to daddy?” She said in a faux little girls voice
“Yes baby” replied Terry sternly.
Four of the five of them closed in together towards her leaving Terry stood closest to the camera, as they do she tries to cover the 360 degree circle with her eyes like a cornered beast. One of the men reaches out and grabs her wrist pulling her towards him he wraps his arms around her waist and grabs at her ass. I was shocked, but getting very turned on by what I was watching. She attempts to push him off for a few seconds before he lets go and laughs. She smiles and points her finger at him. “Not so easy is it?” She smirks waggling the finger.
Suddenly one of the other guys jumps her from behind and forces her over the pool table pinning her down by her arms, “Got her” he shouts, as he does the other men move in, one of them lifting her dress over her ass, and he does the other one grabs her knickers by the waist and forcibly tears them from her, he throws them to the floor, then uses his right foot to push each of her feet outwards until her tummy hits the pool table. Terry picks up the camera and walks towards the action, as he does one of the men starts rubbing his hand around her mound. I can hear Terry’s voice say, “she’s wet already, look” as he zooms in on her shaved pussy and the gleaming juices shine, “let’s get it off” he says and with that two of the men grab a shoulder each of the dress and tear it from the shoulder right down the seam until it leaves her body. She is naked now except for her bra which they pull from both sides until it tears and the pieces are scattered across the pool table, leaving her just in heels with her hands pinned to the table.
By this time I’m analeptic with the horn, I can feel by crotch bulging as I watch on, my wife is about to get taken by these men I realise, and this was in the past and she never even thought to mention it.
As I continue to watch I hear a noise in the corridor, I quickly reach for the remote but it’s too late, Terry has entered the room. I look up at him and he looks towards me and smiles, “keep going” he says as he sits in the chair next to me “this is the good bit”. We both silently watch on as they take turns in playing with her, she is coaching them to play with her, until a couple of minutes later I hear a familiar sequel as she cums hard. After that he bows her head down onto the pool table pausing for a second and then we watch on as one at a time she pulls each of them towards her, beckoning they're cocks into her now very wet pussy. Terry looks at me “listen to the sound, she was soaking”, I listen on as the squelches and splashes can be heard as they take turns taking her, grabbing her ass as they pound on, this goes on for a good 15 minutes as she writhes and squeals in pleasure taking them over and over again.
Terry sat in the chair says in a whisper, “every last drop”, and as an echo I hear my lovely wife, as she turns to them when they take a break, “I want every last drop” she says with steely eyes as she turns and stops to her knees. She begins masturbating two of them whilst fellating the third as Terry moves the camera around filing her taking the cock, I can see it thrusting into her cheek as her makeup begins to run down her face. Suddenly he thrusts his cock forward and lets out a grunt as his cock ejaculates into her mouth, he pulls out and steps back, as he does she lets the wet gooey mess roll over her tongue, she licks her lips as she swallows.
“Good girl” says the 1990’s Terry, I should be angry, alarmed, upset, but I’m so hot and even though he’s sitting next to me, so bloody turned on, it’s unreal.
The other two each take their turn and she gratefully swallows, turning to the camera to show her mouth is now empty, and the tape stops.
We both sit there in silence for a while digesting what just occurred I turn to him and say “goodnight” walking out of the door and down the corridor into he bedroom. As I slipped into bed my cock was still throbbing as I looked at her through the darkness lying next to me.
The morning came round quick as the light blasted through the cheap thin curtains.
