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Damned If You Do (MF, voy, reluc)
by Silkinn (silkinn@chickmail.com)
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Damned if you do...
(Story Codes: M/F/Voy/Reluc?)
By silkinn, in collaboration with Big D
Comments and criticisms to silkinn@chickmail.com
Part One.
"Honey, you haven't forgotten that I'm going out with Lisa this
evening, have you?"
I balanced the phone against my left shoulder as I continued typing,
trying to divide my attention between my wife's voice in my ear and
the HTML code I was trying to troubleshoot. Finally giving up in
disgust as the server returned yet another error, I minimized the
program, and leaned back in my chair.
"Umm..well yes I had sorta forgotten, but it's fine. Where are you
guys going tonight?"
Claire sighed playfully and said "You *never* listen to anything I
tell you! We're going to BJ's in the Waterfront. Can you pick us up
again afterwards?"
"Of course, what time?" I replied, my mind back on the HTML problem.
"Well, I haven't seen Lisa for a while so how about...um...I phone you
when we're ready to be fetched?", she asked.
"Okay, no problem, I'll probably still be at the office, so phone me
here, and try not to get *too* smashed this time, okay?"
Claire giggled, "I promise, Mr. Boss Man Sir".
"See ya later, alligator," I replied as I dropped the phone back onto
the cradle. Sighing, I returned to the coding, determined to fix the
problem.
Stretching my back, and raising my arms above my head I glanced at the
clock on the wall.
"Jesus, it's eight o'clock already!" I gaped in astonishment, then
wondered when Claire would call. "Probably not for another three
hours", I groaned to myself. Then a thought struck me. "Maybe I should
go join them for some drinks? They'll probably be finished with their
bonding by now, and I could do with a drink anyway", I mused to
myself.
Deciding quickly, I closed the programs I had been working on and shut
down the workstation. After programming the phone to forward the calls
to my cell phone, I left the office, remembering to activate the alarm
on the way out.
Climbing into my car, I pulled out of the parking garage and drove
quickly along the highway to the Waterfront. Finding parking with some
difficulty, I made my way towards BJ's through the crowds of
tourists, and holidaymakers.
The club was packed to the rafters as usual, but I eventually managed
to order myself a drink. Balancing it carefully in one hand I looked
around the club, trying to spot Claire and Lisa. After about 15
minutes, I realized this was going to be damn near impossible and
wandered upstairs, on the off-chance that they were dancing in The
Zone.
As I opened the door, the music almost physically assaulted my
eardrums . Cringing slightly, I elbowed my way in and found a spot
near the stairs to the viewing balcony where I could watch the dance
floor, and hopefully spot them. Shaking my head in disgust after
another 10 minutes, I crossed over to the bar. Through a complex
combination of hand gestures, shouted words and blind luck, I managed
to order myself another drink. When it arrived, I handed over a
banknote, waving away the reluctant offer of change, and turned back
to the floor, sipping thirstily.
I finally spotted them, over at the far end of the floor, both of them
laughing madly at some private joke, while they danced with a guy I
didn't recognize. I stood there for a moment, waiting for the song to
finish before going to join them. They both seemed to be completely
trashed; Claire's face was flushed, and she was dancing in that
suggestive manner she has when her inhibitions have been lowered by
too much drinking. Lisa didn't seem to be in any better shape and they
both burst out giggling as she stumbled and almost fell. I grinned to
myself, knowing Lisa couldn't hold her liquor, and also knowing she'd
be reaching the "passing-out" stage pretty soon.
She eventually clung to Claire, whispered something in her ear which
caused my wife to shriek with laughter, then executed a clumsy curtsy
to the guy dancing with them and staggered off the dance floor, where
she collapsed into a table seat, her head slumping forward onto her
arms.
I decided to watch for a bit longer, as another song had just started.
Besides, I was having an almost voyeuristic thrill at watching my wife
dancing with a stranger. I noticed for the first time that Claire was
wearing her short shiny blue mini and that raised my eyebrows. She
hardly ever wears that in public, and especially not when she goes
dancing. It's barely decent when she's standing, let alone gyrating
around, as she was doing now. As I watched, she spun around and I
choked on my drink as her skirt slid wayyyy up, revealing the tops of
her stockings. Her dancing partner noticed as well and I saw him grin
to himself.
"My, my...this could get interesting," I thought to myself, and leaned
against a pillar, sipping quietly from my almost depleted drink. The
song finished but they both stayed where they were, waiting for the
next one to begin. It was a slow number and, to my surprise, Claire
moved into her partner's arms and they started dancing. At first she
held herself quite stiffly, her left hand on his shoulder with her
right holding his left hand but eventually the combination of alcohol,
heat and tiredness caught up with her and she leaned against his right
shoulder as he pulled her closer. I watched as his hands slid lower
down her back until they were just above her butt, then moved higher
along her sides, coming to rest just under her breasts. He never
strayed further than that but Claire never moved his hands away
either, seemingly content to rest her head against his shoulder. When
the song ended I saw her say something to him and motion towards Lisa,
still slumped over at the table, then walk off the floor. He collared
a harrassed-looking waiter and ordered more drinks, then went to the
table where Claire was sitting next to Lisa, who was giggling
uncontrollably again. She looked up, said something which caused all
three of them to burst out laughing, then stood, pulling him onto the
seat she'd just vacated. Sitting back down next to him, she grinned at
Claire behind his back as the waiter arrived with their drinks. He
handed the kid some money for the drinks and I saw my wife stick her
tongue out at Lisa in response.
They started chatting animatedly, although with the music volume, they
seemed to be practically yelling at each other. Then I noticed that
the guy's right hand was no longer on the table and was shocked to
realize that it had to be either on his own thigh, or my wife's. Not
being able to see anything from where I was standing I decided to go
across and bring this little seduction scene to an end before things
got way out of hand, when I glanced up and saw that the balcony above
was almost directly over their table. Moving quickly I slipped up the
metal staircase, elbowing my way past couples until I made it to the
rail, and glanced down. His hand WAS on her left thigh, although her
hand was over his, preventing him from exploring any further. Leaning
forward with my elbows on the rail I decided to see how this would
play out.
He seemed content with the limits placed on him by my wife, and
started stroking her leg instead, starting at her knee, up her thigh
to the hem of her skirt, which was now riding a lot higher, exposing
her black stocking tops quite plainly. Her hand lying there indicated
the no-go zone and he never attempted to venture further, to my
relief. Lisa leaned across in front of him, saying something to
Claire, and promptly fell forward, her face in his lap. Turning her
face upward, she laughed and said something to Claire. My wife shook
her head, took a long drink from her cocktail and pulled him to his
feet and onto the dance floor, while Lisa leaned back against the
seat, her eyes closed.
My wife was dancing wildly again, thrashing her head from side to
side, her long brown hair whipping back and forth, not noticing that
her skirt had risen alarmingly high as her hips shook and swayed with
the beat. Her partner eventually noticed she was about to flash the
entire floor and pulled her close, whispering into her ear. She
laughed and pulled the hemline of her skirt down again then held him
tightly as she almost overbalanced. He grabbed her waist and she
laughed up at him again, but didn't let go as they continued moving to
the music. His hands stayed on her waist for awhile, then slowly
slipped down until they were resting on the top of her buttocks,
although still in the "safe area." The next song started and they
continued dancing. Then Claire said something and dashed over to the
table, gulped down the remaining three quarters of her cocktail and
came back to the dance floor.
To my surprise she moved smoothly back into his arms. His hands slid
down to her buttocks again although it seemed to me that they were a
bit lower than before, almost cupping them. I was shocked that my wife
would allow this and started seriously contemplating going downstairs
to call it a night, when I saw Claire break away from him and stagger
back to the table, obviously now feeling the effects of the drink she
had just downed. He followed her to the table and sat down before she
did, which I thought rather rude. He then pulled her onto the seat
next to him so that he was once again between my wife and Lisa, who
acknowledged their return with a drunken smile and wave before
slumping against his shoulder. Claire held up her glass and he waved
with his free arm, attracting a waiter who had just walked past their
table. He leaned forward and whispered into the waiter's ear then sat
back, his right hand again below the table softly stroking my wife's
knee. Claire seemed to not notice his hand and was speaking to Lisa
who was attempting to respond coherently, not altogether successfully
from what I could see.
The waiter finally arrived and four cocktails and a beer were placed
on the table. Two of the cocktails were put in front of my wife and
the other two in front of Lisa, who seemed to look at them owlishly
before bursting into giggles again. Claire lifted the first one and
downed it completely. I winced, knowing that she'd have a wonderful
hangover tomorrow. She grinned proudly at Lisa who glared at her and
proceeded to down hers as well. They both laughed and continued
talking, leaning back against the seat while their drinking partner
leaned forward sipping his beer. I noticed his hand had now slipped up
to the hem of my wife's skirt and he was softly massaging her thigh
with his hand as he nodded from time to time, as if in response to
what Claire and Lisa were saying. I noticed my wife had slumped back
in the seat slightly, thus causing her skirt to again ride up past her
stocking tops, almost to her hips. I was certain that he would be able
to see her panties if he glanced down, which thankfully he didn't.
Lisa said something to my wife and, when Claire leaned across to hear
what was said, her skirt gave up the battle and rose above her thighs,
revealing her wispy black panties. Lisa, of course, noticed this and
giggled, not saying anything but nudged my wife's dancing partner. He
turned to her and grinned, nodding as if to say, "I noticed, don't
worry".
My wife was now sprawled almost horizontally across the seat behind
him talking to Lisa, who suddenly grabbed Claire's left breast and
cupped it as if to prove a point. Claire threw her head back and
laughed out loud, her thighs opening to retain her balance in her
precarious position. Her erstwhile dancing partner quietly slid his
hand higher up her thighs until the edge of his hand appeared to be
mere millimeters from her panties, then continued massaging her thigh
softly, his hand almost completely surrounding her thigh. Suddenly I
saw my wife gasp, and attempt to sit up straight as I peered closer at
the tableau unfolding some 20 feet below me.
His hand now covered her panties and it appeared that his index and
middle fingers had slipped beneath the left side of my wife's panties.
She pushed his hand away and pulled her dress down, attempting to
regain a semblance of modesty. He apologized quietly and I could see
her nod her head as she reached for her drink. Taking a sip she stared
down at the table drunkenly, unsure of what to do next. Lisa prodded
him and pointed at the dance floor and he belatedly took the hint.
Claire rose unsteadily and they again made their way to the dance
floor just as another slow number started. He folded her into his arms
and they danced slowly, his hands resting quietly on her lower back.
She seemed to relax and rested her head again on his shoulder as they
slowly swayed to the music. I noticed his hands straying again and
smiled quietly to myself, wondering whether my wife would actually
slap him this time.
To my surprise, she didn't; not even when his hands dropped down so
that they rested over her buttocks. I blinked in surprise as he slowly
pulled her closer and my mouth fell open in amazement as I saw his
left hand disappear between their bodies. I saw her look up at him and
say something, then pull his hand away and lean her head against his
shoulder again. They continued dancing like that, her body pressed up
so close against him that she had to be feeling his erection against
her belly. When the song ended another slower one started. He pulled
her to him again and my wife slipped once again into his arms,
pressing her body close to his as they quietly moved to the sensual
music.
Again his hands slipped down over her buttocks. Again he pulled her
closer and I saw her hands clench behind his back. It seemed as if she
briefly thrust her pelvis against his but I probably imagined it. She
seemed to nuzzle into his neck and he obviously took this as a sign to
proceed, slipping his left hand between their bodies. Her skirt by
this time had ridden up to the tops of her thighs. Suddenly he moved
away from her slightly and led her back to the table, allowing her to
slide in first. He slid quickly in beside her as she reached for
Lisa's remaining drink and drank most of it down, fanning her face
with one hand.
He murmured something into her ear and she nodded, turning away from
him on the seat, her right knee lying across the seat which of course
caused her skirt to slide all the way up her hips. Her left foot
however remained firmly on the floor as he started massaging her neck
and shoulders. She hung her head forward, her hair hanging down over
her breasts and hiding her face.
The massaging went on for some time and eventually my wife turned to
him and smiled her thanks. She then turned to sit normally, pulling
her one remaining drink towards her and sipping on it as she gazed
around the club.
I noticed a group of people heading their way and one of the newcomers
obviously asked if they could share the table because my wife nodded,
then motioned to her partner and Lisa to move up a bit. Everyone
started sliding into the booth; two guys in front, followed by three
girls and another guy bringing up the tail end of the new party.
Unfortunately, it looked like he would have to stand, as there wasn't
any room left in the booth.
I peered down through the gloom and noticed my wife's partner fiddling
with what appeared to be his zipper. Then he laid his hand across his
lap and turned to Lisa, saying something which she seemed to agree
with. She pulled on my wife's arm and shouted something to her. At
first my wife seemed reluctant but then nodded and moved over so that
she was sitting on his lap! He held her hips and repositioned her so
that both her legs were dangling outside his, then leaned back,
pulling her back slightly with him so that her back rested against his
chest. This, of course, caused the skirt to begin its upward journey
again and, despite her attempts at modesty, she was unable to prevent
displaying most of her thighs. Luckily she was shielded by the table
so nobody else could really notice.
A waiter appeared at the table and another round of drinks was
ordered. My wife seemed to hesitate, then agreed to have another and
finished off her almost-empty glass before handing it to the waiter
with a bleary-eyed smile. Lisa was in an animated, drunken
conversation with the girls opposite and they were all laughing, her
mood obviously infectious.
Eventually the drinks arrived and there were gales of laughter from
below me as everyone tried to sort out whose drink belonged to whom. I
had been trying to mentally keep count of what my wife had consumed
since I had arrived. I figured it must be about four cocktails, plus
probably another four or five beforehand. I grimaced again, pitying
myself the task of handling her tomorrow morning.
Someone suggested they play 'coinage', and Lisa and my wife
enthusiastically agreed, screaming for a waiter to bring tequila shots
for everyone. "Ouch", I thought to myself, and no doubt my liver
fervently agreed with me. The requisite shots soon arrived and were
lined up on the table. Shouting and cheering ensued as each person
attempted to flip a coin into the glass before them.
Soon it was my wife's turn. Needless to say she was completely
hopeless as her coordination was practically nonexistent by this
stage; she must have downed about seven shots of tequila before she
finally managed to flick the coin into the glass. Downing the tequila,
she somehow managed to grasp the coin between her teeth and twisted
around so that her partner could take it from her. He leaned forward,
covered her mouth with his and, after what seemed ages, surfaced with
the coin triumphantly between his teeth. My wife was blushing
furiously, while everyone at the table hooted with laughter.
By this time she could barely sit up unaided and he literally had to
hold her on his lap to prevent her from sliding completely under the
table. I noticed that his arms were around her waist with his hands
resting on the tops of her thighs but she was way past even
pretensions of modesty. He removed one hand from below the table and
expertly flicked the coin into the glass before him, downing it and
passing the coin to Lisa in the same manner. Lisa of course, just
grinned and extracted the coin from between his lips, although it did
seem like her tongue was quite busy.
His hand again returned under the table and I squinted down to watch
him. At first he seemed quite content to let both of his hands rest on
the tops of her thighs, as she leaned back against him while
unknowingly displaying most of her black panties to the guy next to
her, who was trying not to look too obviously at my wife's sexy body.
My wife seemed to squirm uncomfortably and her partner shifted her on
his lap, and she lay back again, semi-comatose. I noticed his thumbs
softly stroking across the front of her panties, then they both
disappeared and I realized with a start that they had slipped beneath
the sides of the silk crotch panel and were surreptitiously stroking
across her soft downy hair. My wife keeps herself quite well-trimmed
for her bikini, a fact he was no doubt appreciating at that very
moment. She didn't seem to notice anything at all, although the poor
guy next to her certainly did. His eyes were bulging out of his head
and he whispered something to my wife's "boyfriend", who just grinned,
removed his right hand from its rather familiar position, and grabbing
hold of the guy's left wrist, placed his hand on my wife's right
thigh!
Somewhat startled by this turn of events and unsure of how to proceed,
the newcomer blushed bright red, while attempting to nonchalantly
continue a conversation with the rest of the table. Then his hand
nervously moved a few inches upwards until his fingertips grazed the
edge of my wife's panties. Emboldened by her lack or resistance, he
insinuated his fingers beneath the silky fabric and explored to his
heart's content, taking advantage of my poor wife who appeared to have
passed out completely.
Her "boyfriend" was certainly keeping his hand busy as well and I saw
it moving back and forward rather suggestively under her panties. Then
he turned to the guy next to him said something which looked like
"that's nothing, watch this" and lifted my wife up effortlessly so
that she was bent over in front of him, elbows resting on the table.
She lifted her head and laughed at a comment someone made, then her
head slumped forward again as she swayed on her feet. I saw with
horror that he had undone his zipper completely earlier and that his
cock was now poking out...hard and, it appeared from up here, very
large.
Holding his cock firmly with his left hand, he pulled my wife back
onto his lap and, as she sat down, skillfully moved her panties to one
side. Her head arched back as he slid it completely into her, then
pulled back on her hips to ensure he was completely within her. She
tried to push herself off his lap but he easily held her in place
with one hand around her waist. The guy next to him slipped his hands
back under her panties and from my vantage point right above them, it
looked like he was rubbing her clitoris. My wife gave up trying to
dislodge the cock buried to the hilt inside her and slumped forward;
her elbows again on the table, her hair hiding her face, blushing
furiously pink as he quietly whispered in her ear. I saw him pull down
on her hips then release them, urging her to continue the motion but
she shook her head, refusing to assist him. By this time the others at
the table had noticed that something was going on but assumed that my
wife and her "boyfriend" were merely having some sort of argument and
diplomatically ignored them.
Lisa however, as drunk as she was, realized something weird was going
on, and leaned forward to ask my wife what the matter was. She
recoiled in shock and I saw her glance down below the table. She
lifted up the front of my wife's skirt and gasped at what she saw; my
wife's panties pulled to one side, a hand inside them and an
enormously thick cock thrusting into my poor wife's pussy. Lisa went
pale in horror, looked around to make sure nobody could see what was
going on, and dropped the skirt back down to cover the action. My wife
turned her face towards Lisa and she looked desperately unhappy,
although from where I was, her hips seemed to be marching to their own
drummer, imperceptibly moving back and forth.
As the unwanted sensations coursed through my wife's body, she leaned
back against him, her thighs spreading wider. As she did, he thrust up
and she gasped, her eyes opening wide as he penetrated deeper inside
her than she had ever experienced before. Suddenly her eyes seemed to
focus and she saw me leaning over the rail watching intently. Her face
paled as she recognized me and I saw her gasp out loud. I waved down
at her, pretending to not notice anything and mimed my walking down to
join them at the table. She just stared at me in growing horror. I
waved again and disappeared from view.
Hurrying down the stairs, uncertain of what exactly was going to
happen, I made my way over to the table. By this time, Lisa had
realized I was approaching and had stood up to intercept me. Smiling
at her I said, "Hi Lisa, I see you and Claire are enjoying
yourselves," and waited for her reply.
"Uh...yes...well, yes, we're having a great time...I was just going to
get another drink though, would you join me?" This was spoken almost
in desperation, her hand pulling my arm away from the booth.
"No thanks Lisa, I think I'd just like to come sit with you guys and
see if Claire's ready to leave yet," I replied, grinning inwardly at
her obvious panic. With that I walked over to the booth and slid in
opposite my wife, who had by now sobered up considerably and suddenly
didn't seem to know where to look.
"Hi babe, want to introduce me to your friend?" I asked, grinning at
her across the table. By this time the guy on the other side of her
had turned away from her and was deep in conversation with the couple
next to him; I could imagine his consternation.
"H..h...hi, darling," my wife replied weakly, sitting motionless on
her partner's lap. I could almost see her mouthing prayers that I
wouldn't notice anything. "This is Steve. Steve, this is uh...this
is...is...my a-a-h-h-h..." she gasped suddenly as Steve moved beneath
her to shake my proffered hand, then recovered and smiled weakly
across at me.
"Hey Steve, thanks for looking after my wife for me, she can be quite
a handful at times," I smiled, letting him think I was unaware of what
was going on beneath the table. Just then Claire moaned again and I
noticed out of the corner of my eye that Steve's right hand had
slipped under her skirt and assumed he was gently rubbing her
clitoris. She was obviously on the brink of an orgasm, but was
terrified of me noticing.
Lisa was hovering at my left shoulder, babbling almost incoherently;
trying to coax me to go to the bar with her, to dance with her,
anything to get me away from the table. Just then Claire moaned again
and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Steve's right hand was
obviously quite busy beneath the table.
"No problem, man. You sure are lucky to have such a beautiful wife,"
he replied with a smile. "Say, would you like to change places with
me?"
"No, that's okay", I replied. "I'll just sit over here and nurse my
drink for a bit. You two have fun."
Turning to the guy sitting next to me, I introduced myself, and we
chatted amiably, discussing what we would do if we were coaching this
team or that team.
Glancing surreptitiously at my wife , I noticed that she had started
sliding her hips back and forth ever so slightly, her hands clenching
the edge of the table so hard that her fingertips turned white. Steve
now had both hands beneath the table and my wife was biting her lower
lip, brow furrowed in concentration, as she strove towards what she
thought was her private nirvana.
Suddenly Claire's bright eyes seemed to turn opaque, taking on an
unfocused thousand-meter stare. I noticed her body shudder slightly,
then become so relaxed that she could no longer remain upright,
allowing her head to drop slowly forward until it rested on the table
top. At the same time, Steve's body stiffened imperceptibly as he
leaned back against the seat's back cushion, his head arched back and
his eyes tightly closed.
Knowing what I had just witnessed and not wishing to embarrase Claire
by letting her know that I was aware of what had transpired, I allowed
Lisa to lead me out onto the dance floor. When we returned to the
table ten minutes later, we found Claire and Steve sitting side by
side, chatting amicably as though nothing had happened.
Claire smiled up at me and said, "It's getting pretty late, honey. You
ready to head home now?"
On the ride home, we chatted easily about our day and what we had
planned for the next day, never mentioning anything about what had
occurred at B.J's. Arriving home, I smiled to myself as Claire
announced that she was going to take a shower before retiring, knowing
that she wanted to erase any trace of her adventure.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom dressed in a short,
sheer nightgown. As she slipped into bed, I said I needed a shower
also and retired to the bathroom. Opening the clothes hamper, I
removed the panties she had worn to the club and inspected the crotch,
finding exactly what I knew I would. The material was still moist and
the smell of recent sex was unmistakable!
After a quick shower, I returned naked to the bedroom, turned off the
lights and slid into bed, pulling Claire to me and holding her gently.
She snuggled up against me, resting her head on my chest and letting
her hands run slowly over my body.
"You know what happened tonight, don't you?" she asked in a timid,
barely audible voice.
"Yes, darling, I know," I replied, gently caressing her breast,
tweaking her nipple until I felt it respond.
"Are you angry with me?" she whispered.
"Not as long as you love only me," I assured her. "Would you like to
do it again sometime?"
"I think I would, but next time I want you to know about it before it
happens and, since I went first, I owe you one!" she replied with a
catch of excitement in her voice.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Well, since you watched me tonight, I want to watch you next time!"
"That might be arranged," I grinned, slipping my hand between her
thighs, feeling that her lips were hot and moist.
"Please, make love to me," she whispered.
Pulling her tightly back against my chest, I massaged her clit as I
slipped my cock deeply into her hot, needful body. She thrust her butt
firmly back against my groin, forcing my hardness even deeper into
her.
"Oh God, I love you so much!" she moaned.