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Greetings fellow pervs, it’s been a while since I’ve submitted a story – was stuck in a rut. Here’s one that I was determined to keep short, and focus on “harmless flirting” but alas, sometimes a story goes where it goes.
Special “thank you” to Charlie for his insightful assistance making my work better, however the final edit is mine as are all mistakes – which I tend to make several. If f*** ups ruin a story for you pass me by.
I must issue some other warnings. If any use of a common plot device or pre-used cliché offends your tender inner being; walk on by… I have found it difficult to create a story that is totally void of all such situations. So, if you decide to read on, I suggest that you do what I do: sit back and enjoy the ride.
Further, this one involves a wife to be, and I’ve placed it here in LWs because it doesn’t seem to fit anywhere else and this category is my jam.
Punt or play – your call, don’t whine later.
Yes, I Warned Her, But Damn
Eight of us were out partying for the entire day. My best friend, Billy, had gained access to his boss’s boat, which his boss referred to as a yacht. Depending on who you’re talking to, it was either a small yacht or a large cabin cruiser, named “Southern Comfort.” Our plan was to boat around off the west coast of Florida in the Gulf like big shots on this extra fine piece of floating heaven that was actually built to handle more people than we had lined up.
Included in the itinerary was adult beverages, water skiing, beer, swimming, music, and a visit to a remote beach, only accessed by boat… did I mention that some of us might be sampling some type of booze? Except Billy, who had had a four-beer limit for the entire day. He was skipper of the boat and NEEDED to stay sober. I volunteered to be 1st mate and help him, I was allowed two more beers than our Captain.
It was all good though, he and I don’t drink heavily anyway and both of us were more concerned with keeping our friends safe, AND making sure that this boat that none of us could afford didn’t get damaged.
Of the eight souls on board, five of us have been close since college. Sometimes, we referred to ourselves as “The Gang,” which included myself, I’m Dan, my fiancée Susan (Suzie); my best friend Billy and his wife, Donna; and Matt, who joined our group during our senior year at State and his relatively new girlfriend, Ashley.
I guess I’m one of those lucky SOBs whose father had already offered me a job, pending my graduation, and of course, I had to pass the bar. I know, fucking lawyer, but it is what it is. However, what it especially was, I had a decent salary right away, which meant I was able to buy a house, rather than rent an apartment.
I did just that, with a wedding on the horizon, and expecting to replace my fiancée, that is turn her into a young wife. Together, we had picked out a house. It was in a cul-de-sac that we both liked that had privacy, yet access to the night life of a nearby city.
Two of our new neighbors were very welcoming to us, Mary and Jeff who also lived in the cul-de-sac where I bought the house were about our age and seemed very nice. We started getting together with them, and included them in activities with our other friends. The rest of our group liked them as well and they became the newest additions to The Gang.
Susan didn’t live with me yet, as I was at my parent’s house until this purchase. She shared an apartment with a nurse, though as soon as the deal went through, she spent more and more time, (including overnights) with me at what would be our new home. Our plans included moving her in fully with no delay.
Those of us in The Gang were fairly close in attitudes about many things, politics, loyalty to the gang, and other things, so we got along well. The ones that differed somewhat were Matt and Ashley, they had a tendency to be more, shall we say… naughty? So far, they had not done anything crazy slutty, or seriously bad, but my comfort level would sometimes be strained, Suzie’s comfort level with them was not clear to me at that time.
Donna was often recruited by them with ease, as I think she held a hidden capacity for kink, causing Billy occasional consternation, especially if the suggested activity was to be public.
Mary and Jeff just seemed to go along with whatever. Since they were brand new to The Gang, and seemed to really like being included with this bunch, I believe their largest concern was not getting left out.
That day, and into the early afternoon had been great fun. Though skiing proved to be more trouble than it was worth with such a large craft, the boat was still awesome. Looking for some other fun, a course was set for the deserted beach Billy had been telling us about. When we arrived, it was immediately realized that, just as Billy had said, we had it all to ourselves.
We secured the boat while the rest loaded the dinghy with beach supplies, including a picnic lunch, two free flapping tarp shades, football, and of course a cooler.
With everything set up, some of the gang began exploring. Billy and I stayed out of the sun under the flapping tarps while the rest dispersed in all directions. Suzie and Mary opted for a trip back to the boat to use the on-board facilities.
I was looking west when I heard Billy, “Jesus Christ. She took her top off.”
Naturally my head whipped around and spotted Matt and Ashley about 100 yards away. Her tits were clearly on display and she was motioning to Donna to follow suit.
Billy also saw his wife being tempted and said, “Fuck, she’ll probably do it. Whatever those two dream up, she just goes right along. Shit.”
“Buddy I’ll do the best I can to not look, but it ain’t going to be easy, there’s only eight of us and we’re here together,” I said.
“Don’t sweat it man, it’s my problem. I just hope it doesn’t go any farther than this. What are you going to do if Suz (Billy often shorten her nickname) wants to join in,” he asked me the obvious question that I didn’t have a ready answer for.
“I’m not sure. I hope she asks me first, then I’ll get a chance to vote no. If she just whips them out, I’ll not be a happy camper and shit will fly. If she does it, you may as well take a good look. Don’t worry, I won’t be pissed at you, her on the other hand…” I finished letting my words hang as I noticed Suzie and Mary giggling as they returned.
Jeff had also caught on that something different was happening and ran up to his wife to discuss the unfolding events. I didn’t know them well enough to have a preconceived opinion of Jeff’s likelihood of being in favor of Mary following Ashley’s lead.
The daring trio had been walking closer, and I saw Billy stiffen as Donna’s top disappeared and said, “God damn it Donna,” under his breath.
Having reached hearing range, Ashley announced, “Hey guys, we came up with a new version of touch football. It’ll be fun. You two, get those tits out and let’s play.”
Suzie had knelt down beside me and looked into my eyes for an OK to join the Bare Boob Brigade, but paused when the expected agreement from me wasn’t what my body language displayed. She caught on that I was not happy about the prospect of her shedding her bikini top, cocked her head slightly while looking into my eyes and said, “Danny?”
I quietly answered her, “I don’t do secrets, or lie very well, so if you want to talk, it might be better if we took a walk and discussed this in private, OK?” I didn’t necessarily want the entire group to know that I wasn’t on board with the direction the afternoon was going, or likely to go, at least not yet.
Suzie didn’t answer, instead she reached out her hand to me indicating that a walk was preferred.
When we reached a point that was out of hearing range of the others, she began, “Danny, if it’s going to upset you, I won’t do it.”
I didn’t answer her right away as I was still getting my thoughts organized.
With increased stress in her voice, she added, “Danny, please talk to me. I just thought it might be fun, they are all close friends. It’s not like I was going to let some strangers see my bare tits.”
“It isn’t JUST showing your tits, though, is it?” I began. “Though I don’t like the idea of my wife to be giving away free looks, even if that IS ALL it is.”
“I don’t understand, what else is it?”
“Didn’t you get Ashley’s comment about a ‘new way to play touch football’? When we were laying out our supplies, I threw her the football.
“Didn’t you notice anything right then?” I asked.
“No, not really. Football? So what?”
“I would have expected that you, out of everybody here, would have caught the early hint. OK, I’ll spell it out. This ‘new way to play touch football’ that Ashley is talking about, I think I know what she’s going to propose, at Matt’s suggestion, I’m guessing.
‘Football is a team sport, so it seems logical for the teams to be made up of two couples per side. I’ll bet dollars to donuts that Matt maneuvers it so that you and I are on a team opposite him and Ashley.
“Her enthusiasm suggests to me that the manner of ‘touching a player down’ is for a guy, of the opposite team, grab ahold of the receiver’s tits,” I stated with more certainty than I actually possessed, but knowing Matt and Ashley’s propensity for doing something kinky, I was confident that I had it pretty close.
“Fuck. Really? Did they tell you before we came here that was their plan? Did you know something and didn’t tell me?” Suzie asked with some aggressiveness in her voice as she saw an opportunity to cast blame my way for any misunderstanding.
“No, I didn’t have any advance info. Jesus, you’re the observant one all of the time. Well, I guess not ALL of the time, since you missed what was right in front of your nose,” I said, beginning to show frustration that my intended had missed clues that had seemed glaring to me.
“What is it that was right in front of my nose?” Suzie answered, her voice elevated, indicating that she too was becoming agitated.
“When we were setting up our spot on the beach, the football was right there close to me. I picked it up, Ashley took off running, waving a hand for me to throw her the ball. I did and Matt reached around from behind her and grabbed both of her tits.”
“He’s always grabbing at her,” Suzie replied.
“Yeah, but this time he said, ‘You’re down,’ when he did it.”
“OK, OK, I remember now. So, you’re figuring that they were going to suggest that the girls play football topless, and you would have to grab my tits to stop me from scoring?”
“What I think old Matt intended was you and I be on the same team, therefore it wouldn’t be MY hands on your boobs, but his,” I supposed.
“But that would mean that you, Billie or Jeff would be grabbing Ashley,” Suzie pointed out, becoming aware slowly.
“I don’t think he cares, as long as he succeeds in getting his hands on you,” I said, revealing a long-held thought.
“In fact, I’m thinking that his ultimate fantasy today, as unlikely as it is, would be the topless football game progress in to an orgy… with him getting his dick into you.”
“You can’t believe that. That would mean Ashley getting nailed by one or all of the other guys,” she answered, astonished at the sinister purpose I was predicting.
“He’s not as committed to Ashley, as I am to you. I think he’d try to make it happen, if he could. I’m not saying he’d do anything without your permission, but let’s face it, you have the hottest rack on this beach, and I’ve seen him staring at them, and that fabulous ass of yours.
“I admit that I may be going over the top here a little bit, and don’t think he’s a total dick, but if he could create a scenario that puts those boobs in his hands, or his dick in your pussy, he’ll do his level best to try and sell it. Particularly if he can claim that he had just gone along with everyone else,” I said letting some more of my insecurities come to the surface.
“A little over the top? YA THINK??? What makes you think I would go along with any of that? Is your opinion of me that low?” was fired back at me, the anger in her voice increased.
“I’m not as sure that you wouldn’t as I once was. It seemed to me that a few moments ago you looked to me for permission to take the first step.”
Silence. She was picking her words for a response carefully.
Then, with her thoughts organized, she said, “I wasn’t really in favor of dropping my top, but that’s why I looked to you first. As for the game, I don’t know, especially if those bazar rules that you claim were planned, actually turned out to be the ones to be used. As for the rest, NO WAY would I ever let anyone but you have sex with me. Besides I think you’re wrong about Matt.”
“Baby, I admit that where you are concerned, I am less than totally secure and maybe my fears get the best of me, but I’m not wrong about Matt. He lusts for you, and given the chance he would risk everything to have you.”
“He’s just a flirt, that’s all,” she insisted.
“He’s not the only one,” I let slip out before I could get my teeth stopped.
“You insecure, jealous bastard. What does that mean?” she fired back, her pissed attitude clearly showing.
I decided that I had really stepped on my dick, and went into damage control mode.
“I’m sorry Baby, that came out wrong. I apologize, really. How ’bout we go back and have some fun.”
“You had better work on keeping that green monster under control, one of these days it might do some real damage to us,” she said, with a hint of a threat as she got up to start back.
“It’s just that I can’t bear the thought of some other guy having liberties with you, I don’t care how good a friend they’re supposed to be; I just couldn’t take it, that’s all. You are everything to me.”
I must have reached her heart strings a bit with my impassioned explanation because her face softened, and she took my hand and said, “Come on, let’s go back, but this discussion isn’t over.”
As we approached, it was evident that our mates had begun a football game in our absence. It was three against three, two guys and a girl, vs, two girls and a guy, until the other side got the ball; then Ashley switched sides. The idea seemed to me to always have two girls as receivers, covered by two guys that were ready to grab a hand full of tit as soon as the ball was caught.
My earlier protests to Suzie seemed to be somewhat vindicated, as it was also clear that the game was being played as I had predicted and Matt was getting handfuls of female flesh.
When we arrived back with the group, we heard Donna say, “You can let go now Matt.” Suzie and I looked over quickly enough to notice that Matt’s hands were slow to disengage with the receiver’s tits. The next play was a pass to Mary, who had elected to keep her bikini top on, but as Billy made the “tackle,” he took hold of her boobs in a way to extract more than just stop her progress.
Matt hollered to stop the game and include the newly arrived players, evening out the two teams. As I had predicted he suggested that Billy, Donna, Suzie and myself be one team. This arrangement would set him up to get his hands on Susan, however Suzie declined all attempts to get her to play. When it was suggested to do as Mary, and keep her top on, this too was declined as it had been noticed that Jeff’s wife was still getting thoroughly groped.
Without our participation, the football game fizzled. Some of the participants looked puzzled, except for Billy, who looked relieved. Our mutual lack of interest in Matt and Ashley’s version of “touch” football killed the moment and Donna responded by grabbing her bikini top and putting it back on. Ashley boldly announced that since everyone had already seen her tits, she would remain topless and improve her tan.
The halt to the game didn’t kill the entire day however, as the group moved on to the picnic. The cooler was raided, sandwiches and beers were passed out by the girls. New subjects were discussed and when the time approached to head home, everyone started cleaning up because we wanted no trace of our day on this beach to be left behind.
Everyone was gathering up our things to take back to the boat; Ashley picked up the cooler, which was much lighter with most of its contents consumed. She did realize that there were a few beers left and decided to bring me one.
I was kneeling, securing the poles and rope that held up our temporary shelter. My refreshment was provided by her handing it to me by reaching over my back, dragging her bare boob over my shoulder in the process saying, “I didn’t want you to miss out completely.”
Suzie, who had saved half of her sandwich for me, held the ham and cheese, and said, “You want to drag your other fake tit on him?”
“Jesus Susan, lighten up. I’m just having some harmless fun, OK?” Ashley replied.
“No… not OK,” she answered with more fury in her voice than I had ever heard.
Then, after pulling a fork out of the picnic basket, told the nymph, “Rub those silicon bags on my fiancé again and you’ll be leaving here with the A cups you had before surgery.”
Ashley was stunned. She looked down at her boobs, cupped them with her hands and looked back up at Susan. There was no mistaking the meaning, my fiancée had threatened to take that fork and puncture Ash’s implants. For an instant it looked as though Ashley wanted to respond, but instead she ran off to Matt, collected her top and put it on.
The fork got thrown back in the basket as Susan looked into my eyes, tears forming in hers.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve never done anything like that in my entire life, I’m ashamed,” she said timidly.
“We’ll talk about it later, at home when we’re by ourselves,” I answered.
Just then Billy walked up, “OK, let’s grab the last of it and get on board, it’s time to get back. What’s been going on out here?”
“Later,” I answered as I picked up the basket and Billy grabbed the bag with the tarp shades.
Suzie ran ahead of us, past Ashley and Matt, swam out and got on the boat, disappearing into the cabin area.
Matt and Ashley got in the dinghy with Billy and me and traveled the short distance to the yacht. Our two passengers got out of the rubber craft and sought out privacy on the bow. Mary and Jeff had swum back, leaving the transport for the rest of us.
With help from Jeff, Billy and I got the boat ready to go. Jeff took a lounge chair next to Mary and Donna at the stern and Billy and I went up to the bridge. With Billy at the helm and me working the GPS we headed for home. Once the boat was out in the channel, our captain opened up the throttle. With some added noise from the engines, but more from the wind that’s created when a boat moves faster, we were safe from eavesdropping ears.
“Why didn’t you answer me back there?” Billy asked.
“We were in hearing range of the entire group,” I answered.
“Jesus, I’ve never seen her so upset. Was it because of Ashley daring her to take her top off?” Billy asked.
“No, that wasn’t the cause. Before you got there, Ashley got a beer out of the cooler for me. I was knelt down bundling up the tarp and in the process of handing it to me, she deliberately dragged her bare tit over my shoulder. Then said, loud enough for Suzie to hear, ‘I didn’t want you to miss out on everything,’ then giggled.”
“Fuck, what did Matt say?” Billy asked.
“He didn’t say a thing. Truth is, I’m wondering if he put her up to it.”
“Did Suz see and hear Ash?” Billy followed up.
“Yeah. Suzie picked up a fork and told Ashley that if she dragged her silicon chest on me one more time, she would be going home with her original ‘A’ cups, or something like that.”
“Mother fucker. Rambo Suz. Dude, I’m sorry if that football game led to that.”
“The ‘touch’ football game you were playing kind of started a serious discussion between Suzie and me, but the kicker was when Ashley brought that beer and intentionally rubbed her chest on me in the process.”
“I knew something was going to go bad when I saw Donna follow Ashley’s lead and display her rack. Sorry, I should have put a stop to it. Truthfully, I was pissed when Donna bared hers, but then the game was happening and I was getting handfuls of new titty. I didn’t think about the other two guys getting to grab Donna’s bare boobs until after. Shit.”
“If Suzie would have gone along with it, I might have flipped out. I came pretty close as it was, that’s why I took off down the beach,” I confessed.
“I’m not surprised Suz didn’t go along with it,” Billy commented, intending to affirm the honor of his best friend’s future wife.
“That’s just it. She looked to me for consent,” I replied.
“Hey, maybe she just wanted to confirm your opinion, wanted to hear you say NO WAY.”
“Maybe. Anyway, I think our old buddy Matt has an agenda,” I speculated.
“Damn dude, what is it that you think Matt’s up to?”
“I can’t prove anything, but my gut tells me he’d maneuver all of us into some kind of sex thing. Maybe start with bare boobs and working it into an orgy or something, with the final goal being to get his dick into Susan.”
“Are you fucking serious? Dude, how many beers did you have?” Billy responded, not accepting my analysis.
“I said that I don’t have proof. When Suzie comes back out, do me a favor, watch his eyes. Then tell me if I’m full of shit.”
Just then, Suzie came back out on deck. Instead of sitting down on one of the padded seats on the stern, she started moving forward, toward Matt and Ashley.
Seeing where she was headed, Billy said, “Holy shit. I can handle it up here, you better get down there and see if you can keep Suz from throwing Ash over board.”
I didn’t rush down the ladder, but I moved fast enough to arrive on the bow in time to prevent bloodshed. Surprisingly, I need not have hurried at all, as I overheard the last of Suzie’s apology to Ashley. She had said that our upcoming wedding had her a bit more on edge than normal and overreacted badly to what she was sure was harmless fun.
Ashley’s acceptance was so quick that I was sure that she was feeling at least a bit guilty for her giving my shoulder a breast massage. The two girls hugged and Suzie sat down having resolved the tension.
I needed bladder relief, so rather than going back up with Billy, I went below to the head.
With restored kidney function, I reached into the on-board cooler and retrieved the last two beers, one for me and one for Billy.
I climbed back up the ladder and handed Billy the brew, “Here ya go Captain, looks like everything has quieted down and we have smooth water ahead.”
“Yeah, maybe. You might be right,” Billy answered me, causing a small amount of alarm.
“Right about what?” I asked, not being sure what he was talking about.
“Matt.”
“I’m guessing you saw something,” I answered.
“He can’t take his eyes off of her. He tries to not be obvious, especially when Suz is looking, but when her and Ash hugged, those eyeballs were glued to Suz’s ass, then her tits when she bent over to kick off her sandals before she sat.
“It’s not bad enough, you know, something you can bust him in the mouth for, but I think you are spot on: he has the hots for her. Watch him.”
“I will.”
“It’s unusual though, he doesn’t seem concerned if Ash catches him,” Billy observed.
“I don’t think they feel about each other like you and I do about Suzie and Donna. Seems to me he’d trade Ashley’s ass to all of us for a chance to stick his dick in Susan,” I said.
“You know, Ash sure did look like she was taking the lead today, whipping those tits out and encouraging groping. Maybe she’s looking for strange as much as Matt is dreaming about nailing Suz,” Billy added.
“That’s the impression that I get. They might even be plotting together to make all of that happen.”
“Donna and I are going to have a serious talk tonight. I can’t ream her too much for today though, I got sucked into the vortex also, but I don’t want any repeats. It would ruin us if I found her enjoying some guy’s cock. Shit. It wouldn’t matter if it got started with a racy football game, or at a party with booze, I couldn’t deal with it,” Billy stated flatly.
“I’m planning on clearing the air with Susan also. We need to have the discussion now, before we’re married. Maybe a heart to heart with Matt should be on my to-do list as well.”
The rest of the cruise was uneventful. The boat was secured without a scratch and we all said our goodbyes.
Susan was uncharacteristically quiet during the ride home, except for saying softly, “We still need a long discussion about things.”
“I know, but let’s not start it now. Tonight, after dinner and a glass of wine,” I suggested.
“Perfect, I may need something to help me say what I need to,” she responded which caused a small knot to form in my stomach.
After dinner we both cleaned up the kitchen and changed into sweats for comfort, then retired to the love seat in the living room, with a full bottle of our favorite and glasses in hand.
After filling our goblets, we sat staring into each other’s eyes. A prolonged pause ensued due to neither of us being sure how or where to start the discussion. Then we both spoke at the same time, quickly stopping again, trying not to talk over top of each other.
With a gesture of my hand, I offered Suzie the opportunity to go first.
“There are many things that we need to talk about, wedding issues are basically set, our moms have seen to that. Do we need discussion about our friends? I mean after today’s partial meltdowns… by BOTH of us,” she asked introducing the first topic.
“Only two of them concern me,” I answered.
“Ashley and Matt. I regret that I got so pissed at her for giving you a titty massage, but if you’re suggesting that we cut them out of our life, I’d vote no,” she replied.
“It is Matt that concerns me,” I stated without explanation.
“Come on, Baby, he’s harmless. Aren’t you just letting the little green monster distort your thinking?”
“OK, I know I don’t have proof, but Billy agreed with me today that there’s a bad vibe coming from him concerning you.”
“Just what did Billy say.”
“He thought I was full of shit too, but agreed to observe and when I joined him back up at the boat’s controls he said, ‘You may be right, he can’t take his eyes off of her ass, or tits. Watch him.’ And gave me a knowing nod.”
“You’re both nuts. He’s not after me, he’s got that young nymph for crying out loud. Besides we’re NOT uninviting them to the wedding based on your gut feeling, which is way off, by the way,” she stated, then continued.
“That leads us right into the last two subjects. Trust between us, that is jealousy, and a… prenupt agreement,” she said dragging a contract of dissolution of our marriage into our evening’s dialog.
“Prenupt?” I replied, slightly shocked that she had included that into our list of topics. My father had been bugging me for some time to have a discussion with Susan about what he felt was essential before we said ‘I do.’
“Yes, let’s start there. We can probably clean that up rather quickly, then move on to other issues,” she suggested.
“Suzie, I’m not sure…” I started to say, but was interrupted in mid-sentence.
“Look, your dad came by last week. He told me that he’d been trying to get you to broach the subject, but was certain that you were afraid of offending me. It pleased me when your dad said he felt that he could talk straight with me, without the BS.
“He said that though he truly believed that it would never come into play, it was his duty to protect what his father and he had created. That a divorce, no matter the reasons, or fault, the firm had to be separate from our joint worth, and never to be included in any division of assets.
“I assured him that I would never have any thought of destroying their firm to extract pain on you. He smiled and said, ‘That was easy to say now.’ I thought about that for a moment. I actually giggled, as I admitted to him that he was right, it IS easy to say now, as I can’t imagine hating you that much.”
“So, what else did dear old dad say?” I said, with some disgust in my voice.
“Don’t be that way. He’s right, an understanding has to be written up and signed, for both of our benefit. It was made very clear, and NOT in a threatening way that your position will be quite different, if I don’t agree. Right now, you are an employee, and will not be offered a partnership, with the added financial, prestige, and bonus benefits that comes with being a partner.
“I want US to have all that comes with such a position. He already had an agreement drawn up and sent to my email. Before we finished our discussion I forwarded it to my brother, who as you know is also an attorney.
“The next day I had a talk with my brother, he had read it, said it was fair, so I signed. Paper copies are in the desk waiting for your signature, one to be returned to your father and one for each of us.”
“Baby, I don’t know what to say. I trust you with my life, it just feels wrong to ask that of you,” I weakly responded, though I was glad my dad had jumped this hurdle for me.
“I trust you explicitly also, but the agreement is fair. It defines how to calculate what money and assets are ‘ours’ and that the value of the firm itself is not to be included. There’s also some penalty for cheating by either of us, and provisions for our children.
“To repeat myself, I don’t want my husband to be ‘just an employee.’ I want those things that would come along with you being a full partner.
Also, tell me this: when your future son is in the same position as you are now, will you not protect your firm and OUR son when he considers marriage?” she finished, knowing my answer before she had even asked it.
“Of course, I would protect him and our assets.”
“OK then, one issue put to bed, next? She asked offering me the next item to debate.
“Truthfully, when you said that you might need liquid encouragement to say your piece, it scared me. I thought maybe you were having doubts,” I confessed.
“I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I’m questioning my love for you. Today’s events while we were out with The Gang, are bothering me. There was jealousy displayed by both of us, and I’m concerned that our upcoming marriage is changing us from the carefree loving couple that we used to be,” she answered.
“That same thing has been on my mind too. We should probably talk about how we interact with other people, what is OK, and what is not,” I began, then continued, “Might as well start with the extreme limit. No cheating. I cannot and will never accept you having any sexual contact with someone else. Any and all types, including President ‘Slick Willie’s’ famous version is behavior that I won’t tolerate,” I said showing visible signs of distress just talking about it.
“Baby, I will never cheat on you. I swear, you can trust me, just as I feel certain down in my being that you would never hurt me,” Susan answered quickly.
“But there’s more to it than just the text book cheating. When we got together, and became exclusive, then even more so when we marry, I feel that you must confer certain rights to me. Actually, I insist on being the only person to have access to your body, not counting medical people, of course.”
“I have and will continue to have the say over my body. I’ll be the one to decide who touches what,” was replied with some defensiveness in her voice as if I was trying to get her to submit to be a Stepford Wife.
“I’m not suggesting that you turn over your self-control. I’m saying I need our guide lines for behavior to be the same. Why did you threaten Ashley with a fork today?”
“I didn’t want her rubbing her tits on you, you’re mine,” was answered sharply.
“So, you’re saying that the game proposal wasn’t that big of a deal, but Ashley’s tease was deserving of a heated response?”
“You’re my guy, she can keep her hands and her tits to herself.”
“Sounds like two different sets of rules. Why is touching me off limits, but optional for you?” I asked.
“Are you talking about my taking my top off at the beach today? Which, by the way, I didn’t.”
“No, you didn’t. Thank you. But… you looked to me for permission. What bothers me is why would you want to do that? The only answer that comes to me is: you have the best set of tits of the girls in our gang and you wanted everyone to see that undisputable fact.”
“It was just about having fun with friends, that’s all. I thought you were proud of my body.”
“I am proud of you, and your body. But, let me ask you this: what does showing your bare tits to three other guys get me? Are you under some misguided belief that it turns me on to have other men see you? Considering visual treats, I already have had the privilege of seeing them bare, so what advantage do I get by having other guys get a look also?”
“You get to do more than see them,” she answered quickly.
“If we’d have fallen for the ‘touch football’ ploy, they would have got to get a lot more than a look, a good groping is my prediction,” I concluded.
“They would not! I wouldn’t have allowed it,” she fired back.
I looked her right in the eyes, and gave a facial expression that said, “BULLSHIT!!”
She relented, “Well, maybe they would have… but it didn’t happen and that’s the most important thing; isn’t it? Besides, if we had gone along, you would have gotten to grope the other women with no penalty from me or anyone, right?”
“Would you like to propose that game at our next get together? Is trading my getting to feel up Donna, Mary, and Ashley for you getting groped by Matt, Billy, and Jeff something you want? Do you figure you missed an opportunity for everyone, especially the men, to have firsthand knowledge that YOUR natural breasts look and feel the best?”
“Gawd, when you put it like that, I feel so sleazy. No, I don’t want that. I’ll admit that I’ve only been considering such things from my perspective. Danny, I love you; and starting right now I’ll always consider how you might feel about something before I act.”
“I’m very glad to hear you say that, I need that from you, but I need more than that.”
“What else is it that you need from me?” she asked.
“I need an answer to my question,” I stated.
“What question?” she answered, not really getting that she had dodged the original point I was making.
“At this point in our relationship at least, and actually, from the time we became exclusive, haven’t I earned the privilege to be the only man to have access to your body?” I stressed ‘only’ as I made my point again.
“You know the answer to that Baby,” she answered, still holding back, not verbally giving full exclusive permission to me.
“No, I don’t know. Earlier today, you came close to allowing three other guys to feel you up. I don’t want a slave, but I do need to have the woman I love to make it known, not only to me, but to the world that I am the only one permitted intimate access to your body. If not, we have a problem,” I stated, sort of laying down an ultimatum.
“Jesus Baby, I never thought of it like that! You are the only one. No other man will ever have my permission to touch me in that way. Never, only you. OK? I just don’t want to give up my control, that’s all. Can you understand that?” she answered, with just a bit of irritation in her voice.
“I understand what you’re saying, I guess,” I replied, with less than 100% fervor because I was hoping for more enthusiasm in her voice.
My body language must have been apparent to her because she took a beat, and then added, “You don’t seem convinced. I’ll be clearer.
“I’m a woman who prides herself in being in control of my own destiny. I can’t and won’t allow anyone to think for me or tell me what, or how I need to do anything. That being said, I’m also a woman deeply in love with you, and I now realize that you need me to assure you, out loud, where you stand regarding this subject.
“Danny, I love you with all of my heart, with no reservations. You and only you have complete access to my body. I’m comfortable giving such authority to you because I know that you love me also, and would never miss use my trust to do anything that would embarrass or hurt me. I hope that satisfies any doubts that were lingering in your mind.”
It did gratify me and I told her so, along with an apology for my being so insecure, but I did really need to hear it. I also assured her that she had the same privileges with me, that no other woman would be allowed intimate contact with me.
Then I asked if it would be OK to apply those proclaimed feelings to theoretical circumstances, she agreed.
I tried to outline a hypothetical situation, where our boundaries could be tested. I supposed that we were at a club and she was dancing with some guy, and he got handsy. Susan rejected any notion that she would allow such a thing, even if she was having a good time and drinking a bit.
So, I upped the ante and changed it from being some rando guy to Billy.
“Dan, I don’t know what you want me to say. Instead of some random guy, Billy? Those circumstances would have to be handled differently. I love Billy, I don’t believe that he would ever do that, but even if he did, I’d handle it quickly and quietly. As for some rando, why would I be slow dancing with some jerk anyway? You know I don’t do that. How many times have we been out and I get hit on? What do I do? Turn them down flat, and you know it!”
“OK, OK, bad example. Let me make it more realistic. Suppose your company is having a party and there’s dancing, and you of course, look stunning. It’s not inconceivable to me that many of your superiors would be maneuvering to occupy your time, getting whiffs of your perfume, making little touchy-feely caresses of your hands, arms or the small of your back. Then, if you don’t rebuff them, next is asking you to slow dance to test how closely you will let them hold you, so they can feel your body against theirs. If there is any success, the next move will surely be seeing how far you might let their hands roam, while peeking down your dress. All the while distracting and enticing you with talk of promotions.
In that hypothetical situation, am I a jealous asshole because I’m pissed that you are allowing this?” I asked.
“It sounds like what you are asking me is: Would I ever participate in some ‘harmless flirting’ with some guy that I know?” she replied without answering my question.
“That is a perfect name for this discussion. ‘Harmless Flirting.’ Suzie, I have to say that in general, I don’t think that there is any such thing. I can’t think of even a special circumstance, where your flirting with some guy would NOT make me angry, so, not harmless. I suppose that’s why I always knew that I could never be married to an actress. Even if it was all just acting, the kissing, groping, nudity, simulated sex… I could never handle that.”
Still not offering a yes or no, my fiancée replied, “Do you mean you’d get angry at every and all little spirited actions by me? You need to admit that I have always had a friendly, playful personality and was that way when we met.”
“I remember. I was a bit shy back then and flirting with me probably got us together a lot faster than if it had been up to me to make the moves. I’m not saying that there is never a place for it, but the implications vary based on whether a girl is single or not.”
Then she responded, “What kind of scenario would you be alright with? My following Ashley’s lead and going topless today, certainly wasn’t it. And, just to be clear, I wasn’t for it either… I just looked to you for confirmation.”
“Truthfully, it looked more like you were seeking permission. Be honest, if I’d so much as nodded my head, would you have requested that we talk privately about it or whipped them out?”
“Alright, alright; you win that point. I’d have taken off my top. Ashley thinks her enhanced boobs are awesome. But I think my girls, would get the blue ribbon, natural ahead of fake any day.”
“By now, you must realize that Matt desperately wants to get into your pants, don’t you? And he is willing to get Ashley’s help to trick you into something?”
“No, I don’t see that at all. The two of them are more liberated than the rest of us, a little kinky even, but I don’t see any special interest in me more than anyone else,” Susan countered.
I realized that we were getting off track, the football thing was settled in my mind, and in hers too, I thought.
To get back on topic, I reiterated, “In the previous example, am I an asshole in your view?”
Susan went on to explain to me that she felt that I would be an ass, under some of those examples, but not others. She was also quick to add that she would not be OK with other men doing some of the things that I had mentioned.
“Baby, I’m a big girl and have been around the track a few times. I know when a guy is hitting on me, even if I’ve had a few. You’re my guy, I can handle the sniffers. But there are some circumstances where I need you to lighten up.”
I nodded my head and opened my hands in a way that suggested that I wanted to hear exactly what type of physical contact with another man she felt was alright. She began by saying that she would divide guys into four groups.
The first bunch were guys that neither of us knew, or knew very well. She stated flatly that they had no privileges at all. Period.
Next were guys that I knew, but were strangers to her. They were also generally in the nada column, however it was added that if the man was my boss or something, and we were at a function, she might accept an invitation to dance, provided the man demonstrated being a perfect gentleman.
Then there were the men that were friends of both of us. Billy, Jeff, relatives, and others. (In my view Matt was not on this list, I considered him a threat, Suzie disagreed.) They were closer to us and had the freest reign. Even from them no sexual touching was permitted, we agreed on that. Neither of us would have a problem with Billy coming over and getting a big hug, or kiss on the cheek. If they danced, as long as there was no attempt made to have her plastered against the guy, or any groping, it was alright.
The group that presented the biggest challenge for me was guys that she knew that I didn’t. For me, the potential trouble was with those that she knew or dated before we met from her hometown or college, and work colleagues, especially supervisors.
We agreed that this last group was the most likely place for us to have disagreement on what contact was OK.
“Baby, I’m talking about only people that I know and trust. It is not a sexual thing for me, when in a discussion with one of my colleagues, I may be wanting to emphasize an idea and touch the guy’s arm as a way of underlining my point. I also do that with women.
There can be times when I’m circulating among clients or bosses and some schmoozing is good for my career. One such event was a month ago. My friend and co-worker, Jack, came over to the sales table where I was seated and said that Mr. Goldstein was very impressed with my presentation and wanted to meet me.
Jack offered his arm to accompany me over to where Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein were seated. I took his arm, and yes, his tux covered arm touched my dress covered breast a couple of times, but it was not a sexual exchange by either of us. Introductions were made and I was offered a seat next to Mr. Goldstein, who had stood to greet me. Jack pulled out the chair for me and, I suppose they both got an extra peek at my tits as I bent slightly to sit while they both were still standing. I want to point out that neither saw any more flesh than they would if I was in my bikini at the beach. I did not deliberately provide a thrill for either man, but men are men and those with a pulse rarely miss an opportunity.
Danny, if something like that is an issue for you, we may have a problem. Those kinds of occurrences are common for me, and in my mind, I’m doing absolutely nothing wrong. I would have felt quite comfortable doing the same thing, right in front of you, had you been accompanying me to the dinner. If you had been there, my other colleagues at the table would have been filling you in on what a big deal it was for me to be singled out for recognition that way and how you should be very proud of me.”
I had no issue what so ever with her success, or Jack, or Mr. Goldstein. I couldn’t deny that there could be times in a work environment, circumstances might be necessary that the husband may be left out briefly. I told her that I could see absolutely no problem with what she described, nor did I believe that there was any reason to mention it to me other than I would have liked the opportunity to congratulate her success.
“That type of contact wasn’t my concern,” I stated.
“I suppose I can guess what kind of contact you are concerned about,” she offered.
I told her that we both knew that when people work together every day, a closeness between them can form. Along with that bond, the barriers that initially are there between men and women who are not married to each other erode. Sometimes only a little, but in some other cases sexual inuendo that was not appropriate in the beginning creeps into being the new normal.
“Since we covered a scenario that was innocent, let me describe one that I feel wouldn’t be. The guys and girls that you work with have been getting you to accompany them to a bar for a drink to unwind after an intense day. You have been fairly accepting of their sexual off-color stories and jokes, even telling a few yourself.
“It has become normal for you to be smack dab in the middle of several guys, all who would give a month’s pay to get you in the sack. You’ve become cozy enough that they openly talk about sexual things with you like wondering if Sheila down in accounting might like it in the butt. You playfully slap their arm at this to admonish such a remark, or you might even ream them a bit for saying such a thing, but you don’t slap their face and refuse to be in their company.
“Later, we’re at your company X-mas party, and this group of movers and shakers have formed in the next room, where the bar is located. You are recruited to come out and settle a disagreement, which you tell me will only be a minute, besides you’ll get us fresh drinks while there.
“The minute stretches into fifteen, then to twenty. I notice that you playfully tug at one guy’s arm and while laughing at something he said, lay your head against his chest, causing him to embrace you… Why? Was this to help you keep your balance? Safety first, I guess.
“Finally, the bartender gets your attention that your drinks have been ready and you return, with echoes of encouragement to stay there coming from the group. With a wave of your hand, they are dismissed as you tell them that you’ll catch up with them later, however right then you have to pay some attention to your husband.
“An hour or so later, after I return from the men’s room, you are again locked into your group and thirty minutes pass this time before you notice that I am back. Later that night, after I make the bar run, I find you dancing closely with one of your co-workers.
“I’ve got to say, if something sort of like that happened, my next move might be to just leave you there,” I said as I could see Susan stiffening with anger.
“I’m glad we are only talking hypotheticals here, because I am two millimeters away from being really pissed off that you could even dream up a scenario like that,” She began.
“However, if I had done such a reprehensible thing, I would concur that you’d have every right to be mad as hell. So, to reply to your imaginary set up, I would never disrespect you like that. And, as far as allowing anyone to grope me, never going to happen. Yes, I may be friendly, but nobody but you gets to take me to the next level. I don’t care if they are offering me CEO of the company, I do not trade my integrity. Ever,” she stated with determination, then added, “Is there anything else about my personality that’s bothering you?” Suzie finished, adding a challenge that fortunately, I was smart enough to avoid.
My new plan was to grovel a bit, assuring her that I only needed her to clearly understand my feelings and was in no way accusing her of any bad conduct. Even though I wasn’t 100% certain that her interactions with other men would always past the husband test. It was probably closer to 90%, however I was 100% convinced that she’d never do something that would be devastating to me.
“Wait a minute, what about you buster?” she asked.
“What about me?” I asked like a fool.
“A scenario. You hired a new secretary. You’ve called her into your office for some reason, doesn’t matter what. When she comes near your desk, she eases her butt half on your desk so that her skirt, which is already short rides up giving you a view of paradise. How do you respond? Gently? Avert your eyes?” she asked, smirking somewhat, feeling that she had very effectively turned the tables on me.
“While I believe that some flirting is much more likely to happen to you, I’ll bite. I would tell her flat out that I’m very happily married and that if she wishes to keep the job her actions had better reflect her appreciation of that fact,” I responded feeling that I had answered well.
Suzie smiled at my quick response, then added, “What if it weren’t so obvious, at a business lunch, where you intend to talk about the upcoming meeting. She becomes very touchy, feely, touching your forearm, then bicep, leaning in close, allowing her perfume to cloud your brain?”
“My brain doesn’t get clouded. If her behavior became something that was not appropriate, then it would get delt with, immediately.”
The assurances by me that I was thoroughly satisfied with her answers and her apparent satisfaction with mine, eventually melted the iceberg and we ended up having a very erotic evening. I knew for certain I had succeeded in making my case without damage when she took my cock into her mouth that night. It was a BJ for the record books; she didn’t just go through the motions; she made love to my manhood with more enthusiasm than I could remember.
When I warned her that I was about to come, she doubled her efforts and began to moan. Not being able to hold back any longer, I erupted and she swallowed all that I had to give. Naturally, I attempted to return the oral favor and gave her my best effort ever. Maybe it was faked, women are so good at making you believe whatever they want, but I think her nearly continuous orgasms were for real.
Penetration was easy with us so juiced up, and since I had recovered, I was directed to fuck her mercilessly until she screamed out another release, which triggered my second delivery. Usually, we disengage after we’ve climaxed and she lays her head on my chest as we cool down. Not that time though, her legs stayed wrapped around mine, holding me tightly, emphasizing that she wanted to remain impaled.
I whispered that I loved her to which she responded, “Don’t move. I want to feel you inside of me, I want to feel this way forever… I love you.”
For all practical purposes, we had all of the boxes on our “to do before the wedding” check list completed, even the heart-to-heart talk. All that was left was the bachelor and bachelorette parties which were the responsibility of the matron of honor and best man, Donna and Billy.
Girls first, I guess. Susan’s party was to be three weeks before the wedding with mine to follow a week after that, but it never happened.
The day of her merrymaking, notice was given to me that it was bad luck for the bride and groom to have any contact. Now I knew about the old saying about the day of the wedding, so I wrote it off as the girls having some fun thinking they’d frustrate me because I wouldn’t have an opportunity to warn her off of doing something naughty.
Later, I found out that they had picked her up from work that Friday and the whole female brigade went off to a resort for the weekend. Pampering themselves with massages, by men I’m guessing, wine, sun, shopping, drinking and fun. Donna, Mary, several of Susan’s friends and coworkers, Ashley, plus a couple of her friends, and some other mutual girlfriends were to be there.
The following is what I was able to piece together of the events that took place on the night that changed our world. I was able to persuade some of the attendees and staff of the resort to share what they knew. That and some videos from cell phones and the hotel security cameras that I was able to get, gave me a fairly complete accounting of what had gone down at the party.
The bride’s night of fun started off with an expensive dinner, served in a private room. Everyone, especially Susan, was downing a bit more than her regular amount of alcohol, except curiously, Ashley. Some of the young women were getting trashed at a much quicker rate. In particular, Donna, Mary and Susan were not acting normal, not even their “wasted” normal.
As with most to these gigs, the bride-to-be was in the center, a place of honor I suppose, with her two closest friends on either side. The entire group was reported to be very heavily inebriated, as three male dancers made their way into the room, gyrating and humping their hips.
The room erupted in cheers and even Donna, Mary, and Susan looked pleased. The three masked Chippendudes, as they called themselves, centered their attention on Suzie and her wingmen, with Ashley lurking nearby.
As the men did their thing, Ashley directed the women into chanting, “take it off, take it off.” With encouragement from the entire room, Suzie and her court joined the chant.
As the women’s fever peaked, out came the cocks, but the men’s masks remained on hiding their identity. Ashley and her two friends, got behind the women at center stage. Ashley positioned herself right behind Susan, who was staring through drug glazed eyes at the cock only inches from her face.
Ashley’s team was prepared with a towel for the lap of the three women and announced that it wouldn’t do for their dresses to get ruined. Then, slid the straps of their dresses down to their waist exposing their bare tits to the strippers, followed by the towel to cover the clothing. The Chippendudes responded quickly by fondling each woman’s boobs to the delight of a revved-up, but somewhat shocked audience.
Susan’s friends and co-workers were only slightly stunned when the friend that they thought they knew seemed to be going along with the program. After all, they’d all been drinking heavily and had either been to a party, or heard of one where the bride-to-be sucked a stripper’s dick, besides her two wing-women, were not putting a stop to the fun, as they were eyeing up their own tasty treat.
With no objection coming from the crowd, Ashely easily got a new chant started as the drug compromised women were groped: “Suck it, suck it, suck it.”
At that point, Mary, Donna, and Susan sat bare breasted, each with a stripper fondling their tits with his cock only inches from their mouth. Ashley’s team was in each of their target’s ear encouraging them to satisfy the crowd and do it, SUCK THE COCK.
As if controlled by an alien unknown force each woman took a hold of the phallus in front of her face, opened her mouth and sucked it in. Then, with encouragement from nearly everyone, the dicks were sucked with a fury as Ashley and her soldiers held their prey’s hair back so that their face was in view as encouragement from the ginned-up women continued.
With all of the boundless excitement the strippers did not last long, and to the delight of the roaring crowd, they spewed their semen on the bared breasts and into the mouths of the three women. It had been effectively concealed to those in attendance just how drunk and drugged they were.
Jeff’s Mary, Billy’s Donna, and my Suzie.
A video that was shared with me revealed that after the stripper was done spurting his jiz onto Susan, he leaned over to Ashley, kissed her passionately, and said, “Thank You, Babe… I needed that. I owe you big time.”
Quietly, Ashley answered, “Yes, Matt baby, you do. Now that you and your two cohorts have had a treat, help us get these three to their rooms before someone figures out that something funny is going on here.”
I am only now able to put all of the events that happened that night in order as I’m telling you here, as this all happened a while ago and the INFO came to me hit and miss. It makes better sense if I relate it as it happened.
Then, captured from the resort’s CCTV, an announcement was given by Ashley, “Our bride and her wingmen have maxed out on the booze, so we’re going to help them to their rooms to sleep it off. Feel free to indulge in the refreshments and keep the party going as long as you want, it’s all paid for after all.”
I was told that Donna and Mary were helped to the room they were sharing and each laid on a bed. Susan was in a suite all to herself and was also laid out, fully dressed on her bed. Ashley’s two friends went back to the party to catch up on the drinking that they’d missed out on.
The investigating cops revealed that Chip and Dale, two of the strippers, finally realized that the three women had been drugged and decided to become scarce.
Later, from Ashley’s testimony, I learned that Ashley told Matt to get changed and meet her at her room. He agreed, but took longer to get there than Ashley expected.
The next morning, Mary and Donna had difficulty recovering motor functions and neither could remember much. As it turned out, very unluckily for Ashley and Matt, Janet, one of Susan’s co-workers wasn’t overly trashed from the party, and decided to check on her friend, my future bride, having witnessed the BJs given to the strippers. She knocked on Susan’s door, but found it open with Susan inside, naked on the bed, with semen seeping out of her vagina and mentally very far out of it.
She covered Susan’s naked body with the bed sheet and managed to get my fiancée somewhat conscious. Janet was trying to tell her how wild she had been the previous night and that she would have never believed that Susan of all people could be so crazy. It was then that her co-worker realized that something was terribly wrong and called 9-1-1.
When the responders arrived, Susan had come out of her drug induced fog enough to ask for Donna and Mary. When they were located, they were found to be in the same condition and more emergency help was called for, including the police. Eventually, Jeff, Billy and I got notified and we met at the hospital, however we were denied immediate access to our beloveds as the whole event, resort and certain persons of interest were being investigated for unspecified crimes.
Janet’s actions, trashed Matt and Ashley’s plan to eventually eliminate the evidence. They were counting on everyone to be so hung over and so much time to pass, that nobody would catch on, or remember what all had happened.
That ploy didn’t work as the two conspirators planned. The drugs used on our girls was still in their system and the tests revealed exactly what type. Since Ashley and Matt were still in Ashley’s room at the resort, heavily hung over from a follow up celebration, they were caught in possession of the type of drugs used in what was then determined to be a crime. They were both arrested.
The two strippers that had participated with Matt, were found to be initially unaware that the women that they had oral sex with were drugged. Though the cops wanted to charge them with something, it became evident that they were not in on the use of the drugs. It didn’t seem that they could make any charges stick, so Chip and Dale were let go with a warning. Neither Billy or Jeff was satisfied that their wives had been sexually assaulted and these two perps walked free.
The cops did eventually convince them that the other strippers were unaware of the drugs and it was Matt’s obsession with Susan that had been the catalyst for the wrong done to their wives. Their ire was refocused on Matt.
Susan was devastated. In addition to the oral sex rape that her two friends also were subjected to, Matt had come to her room that night, removed all of her clothing, and raped her nearly unconscious body. At the hospital the police and Susan’s parents convinced her to allow a rape kit to be used. Evidence was still present and eventually, CCTV recordings placing him at her door, medical testimony that she was unable to give consent or resist an unwanted sexual attack, and lastly a DNA match proved Matt guilty of the rape.
Before we even spoke, Susan had her parents whisk her away and isolated her from everyone, including me. Unfortunately, she was convinced that our wedding would be cancelled, that I would refuse to marry her account of her defending Matt when she had been warned of his malicious intentions.
Susan’s Mom and Dad tried repeatedly to get her to allow me to comfort her as they knew I was a man of integrity, and not one who would desert their daughter in the face of this tragedy.
I hate to admit that I was suffering also, enduring all of the questions and presumed humiliation of my beloved being sexually taken by this predator. However, my pain, miniscule in comparison to Susan’s, shouldn’t and I’m glad to say, didn’t last long. I steeled myself, realizing that my 100% belief in my love for Susan and hers for me was what was needed.
That she was an innocent victim of a crime also bolstered my resolve to help free her of any self-doubt. I also realized that no court would ever give a fitting measure of justice to this perpetrator, but that was a subject for another day. Matt would get his.
With the permission of her parents, I drove over to their house and ignored her protests for me to leave. First, I needed to assure my intended that my love for her had not diminished, not even by the smallest quantity.
I physically picked her up from her bed, held her sobbing face in my hands, and told her, “I love you with all of my being. I cannot and will not allow this piece of trash to rob us of our beautiful life together. I need you to marry me.”
Every assurance that my love was just as strong, and that my intention to marry her had not changed was met by her suffering undeserved shame, saying, “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. You warned me about him and I wouldn’t listen… now I’ve ruined everything. I… am… ruined.”
I shot back, “None of this is your fault. You are innocent of ANY blame. None of us saw that he was capable of such an awful thing. Not me, or Billy, or anybody. It’s on him, he’s the one who’ll be ruined, not you. I love you; I want you; I need you to be my wife.
“Do not let that bastard win. You and I belong together. We can call off the planned reception and elope right now if that’s better.”
My intensity that I had not lost my desire for her, strengthened Susan. Through the tears in her eyes, she looked into mine and answered my offer to elope, “NO. I’m going to need your help, but I don’t want that Son of a Bitch to win. If you’re in, I’m in, and the wedding takes place as planned, minus those two degenerates.”
“Baby, I’m in, I’m ALL in,” I responded.
Susan’s recovery took time, and frequent reassuring from me and professional counselling, along with the overwhelming support from her family and our friends, but she made it back and thankfully, Susan became Suzie again.
Epilog-
Facing very serious charges and certain jail time, Ashley testified against Matt, describing the meticulous planning he had done to satisfy his lust for Susan. She admitted that she had went along with him because he had promised her bizarre sexual fulfillment if she helped him get Susan. She insisted though that the only part of his plan that she went along with was the BJ.
She further testified that Matt had bragged about having sex with Susan that night, and that it was consensual, but she doubted that because the effects of the drugs were undeniable. In addition, that he was so charged up about finally nailing Susan, the sex he and Ashley had was not pleasant for her, as he took her viciously, hurting her.
Her testimony destroyed what little defense Matt had left. Her sentence was reduced, but she still got a year behind bars.
Prior to trial Matt had been released on bail, but restricted by ankle bracelet to remain within a mile of his apartment. As it turned out this was unfortunate for him. While taking an evening walk through the park near his place he was jumped by a large group in an area that was usually well lighted, but was dark that night. He reported the attack to the cops and alleged the members of “The Gang” were responsible, but our alibi held up. Luckily for us, the cops weren’t very interested in looking to hard into the claims of a perverted rapist.
He reported that during the beating, he recognized several voices, but one in particular was familiar. He swore that it was Susan that repeatedly kicked him in the balls, screaming, “You bastard” as the men held him with his legs wide open. The detective in the interview smirked, and said that he had checked that and her whereabouts were well known.
Matt attended his trial in a wheelchair, having suffered several broken bones, a concussion, and the removal of what was left of his balls.
It didn’t sway the jury, or the judge… max sentence was imposed.
Before Matt came up before a parole board, Suzie and I had settled in to a very loving family, including two girls and a boy. The trauma never would completely leave Suzie, but with the help of so many, and as much love as I could show her, it became manageable and did not prevent her from enjoying her life.
The End