The Downslide

The money earned for Jennifer’s first engagement was most welcome. With it we began the long, slow process of reconstructing our lives. As time approached for her to return we were somewhat perplexed with the minimal amount of contact from the club. No intoxicating liquid arrived and its absence made Jennifer nervous. At the appointed time we travelled to the club in silence, both rather reluctant to share our feelings but both focused on the obligation that needed to be fulfilled.

To my surprise we were both ushered in to the same preparation area. A tuxedo had been laid out for me and nothing but shoes, collar and cuffs for Jennifer. Nine other couples were there, all looking nervous and apparently all with the same instructions. After the women had disrobed and had their faces made up a man appeared and introduced himself as Master of Ceremonies. He explained that a large football club was holding a celebratory evening and that our wives would be the entertainment. The women all looked a little stunned as it was also announced that we would be their handlers and would be responsible for “preparation”. When questioned about this the MC curtly stated that we needed to make sure they were well lubricated. “You should also fuck them before they go out.”

In response husbands began to fondle their nervous wives in an attempt to arouse them. Some, like me, knelt between their wives’ legs and began to pleasure them orally. After some time all were making love with a passion and desperation that reflected the uncertainty of this moment. When the time arrived all ten women left the room with their husband’s cum coating their vaginas.

As we emerged into a large function room, leading our wives who were leashed by the collar, the MC made an announcement. Addressing the male crowd sat at banquet tables he said: “Gentlemen, the women you see are all mature married women. They are being led into the room by their husbands who have made their wives available for your pleasure. Tonight belongs to you and there are no limits! Enjoy the carnal delights of female flesh.”

The crowd erupted in applause, hoots and shouted obscenities. Some of the women gasped, one was heard to whimper and another had to be steadied on her feet by her husband. A group of muscular men left one table, punched the man leading a tall redhead and dragged her screaming towards their table. Roughly clearing dirty plates and cutlery they forced her face-first onto the linen cloth and quickly attached her spread ankles to the table legs. She screamed and wailed as the first man began to rape her as he yanked at her beautiful hair.

Similar groups grabbed other women and dragged them towards tables. Husbands were jostled, pushed to the ground and assaulted as their wives were snatched from them. One man tried to throw a punch and in return was beaten mercilessly. He was left bleeding on the floor as his wife was laid on her back beside him and raped.

Jennifer was dragged to a table and laid across its end on her back. Her legs dangled over the end of the table as she was strapped down. She was whimpering as her body was mauled and one brute took is place in front of her. Lifting her legs he pushed his cock straight into her vagina. This thug held her by the tits as he raped her like a fiend. Tears were streaming from her face as he was replaced by another, then a whole line of these thugs. I was held in a chair and forced to watch as my wife was brutally used by at least twenty men.

Around the room the scene was repeated wherever I looked. Helpless or injured tuxedo clad husbands were being forced to watch the spectacle of their loving wives being used for the pleasure of men who behaved no better than animals. Some of the women were punched and beaten as they were raped. I could see nipples being twisted and hair pulled as the women’s legs were held wide to accept the footballers’ cocks. I noticed that someone had removed their belt and was whipping the redhead’s ass before he jammed his cock into her anus. Her face revealed a hell of agony as this man fucked her little hole. As with others more men followed and she was left broken and bleeding. Jennifer seemed to be only taking it in her pussy, a welcome relief for me having witnessed the savagery with which the gorgeous redhead had been used.

I was shocked to hear Jennifer screaming and looked up in horror as I watched two bastards biting hard on her nipples. I could see that they were drawing blood. Having raised blood they took sadistic delight in kissing her mouth.

At one point I was dragged forward and my face pushed into Jennifer’s cunt. The footballers laughed as they forced me to eat her out. After this I was dragged from the room and taken to a room where other husbands were receiving medical attention. Eventually the women were carried in. All were total wrecks with bruises, welts and traces of blood on their bodies. The semen ran down their legs in rivers. After some first aid I was sent home and Jennifer returned to me the following day.

It took weeks for us to debrief this horrific experience. Unlike the first this had not been some drugged out erotic dream. It was horribly real and quite frightening. It must have been a lucrative event for the club as we received a bonus far higher than the usual fee. Regardless of this Jennifer became fearful of what might happen in the future. She begged me to talk to the club about ending the arrangement. After about three weeks and much discussion I contacted the manager to seek a meeting.