PART 6

AUTHORS NOTE - Thank you very much for the email. The overwhelming majority
have gone for the sad ending - shame. So here we go...



I found it difficult to work, my mind wandered back to the events of
last Saturday. People at work asked hoew the weekend had gone. I told them
that we missed the show but did not elaborate. luckily no one missed Karen.

Come Friday I could wait no more, I took the afternoon off and set off
on my motorbike on the 200 mile journey to London. It was a bright summers
day and as I rode my mind ran through all of the possible combinations
on what actions I should take.

Five hours later I was parking my bike in a motorcycle bay barely 400 yards
from the club. I had decided my strategy. I was going to try to see Karen
at the club, if not I would report her missing to the police. I had thought
of the police earlier but as she was doing her course any complaint would
have appeared idiotic.

I went to the club. I did not recognise the doorman, this one was an asian
guy. I asked to see Karen . He said no and I got agitated and threatened to
call the police.

'Hold on please' he said and pressed a button. I heard footsteps coming up
the stairs and Mick appeared.

'Where is she, what have you done to her?' I asked.

'Nothing that the lady did not want'

I demanded to see her and to my surprise Mick said 'Sure - it's o.k. free
entry'
he said to the doorman.

Downstairs and through the door we went. Despite the fact that it was the
middle of the afternoon the club looked no different as dirty and tacky as
ever. I did not recognise eirther of the waitresses on duty at the bar, but
over the other side of the room I saw the back of my wife as she knelt
in front of a businessesman obviously giving him a blow job.

'Drink ?' Mick laughed.

I shook my head. 'What have you done to her?' I asked.

'Everything and more' he whispered.

The sound of grunting and a 'Yess' came from the other side of the room
as the businessman came inside Karens mouth. Karen got up and walked
across the roon towards us. The first thing I noticed was that her pubic
 hair had
been shaved off and there was mild  bruising on her tits. When she
was 2-3 yards from the bar she recognised me and began to reach forward to
hug me. Her eyes lit up. Mick held his hand between us - we were one
yard apart. I looked into her eyes and then down at her tits, no my eyes
did not decive me there was a ring through her right nipple.

'What have they done to you I asked ?'

'Karen' interrupted Mick, 'Think carefully before you answer, would you
rather kiss your husband , or lick my ass.'

She hesitated a second and then said 'Lick your ass'

'I am shy' Mick joked ' lets go in the cabin'. 'Dave' he called to the
bouncer 'make sure he watches everything'

Dave held me against the slot so I could see into the cabin. Mick pulled
down his dirty jeans and underwera and knelt on all fours. Karen crawled
between his buutocks and to my disbelief began to run her toung up his
dirty swatey hairy crack. Her tongue went inside his asshole. He said
something but I could not make it out. She sunk her finger in his asshole,
worked it in and out a few times before looking at me and sucking it clean.
I was disgusted. This had excited Mick as he soon sat down, jerked himself
off and brought Karens head down on his cock just as he came.

A few minute later he came out of the cabin.

'Now you little northern bastard.. fuck off back home and tomorrow Karen
and me will visit you.. she wants to collect her things and move out'

The bouncer escorted me up the stairs, tears ran down my cheeks I could
not beieve what had just happened. I mounted my bike and sped off home.
My frustrations meant I went faster and faster 90,100,110 and less than
3 hours later I was home.

I had no idea what tomorrow would bring and aftera few beers fell into
a light sleep.

My house, or our house, was nothing special just a semi-detatched on a
normal housing estate, with a small drive. The next morning I waited
10, 11 , 12 perhaps they were not coming and then at about 3 in the
afternoon the white transit van pulled up and out got Mick, Clive and
Karen.

Mick put his arm round Karen -what would the neighbours think- and headed
into the house. Karen was dressed in the same jeans and shoes, but had a
different T shirt, a white shirt with the logo of a brand of Gin on it.
I could make out her tiots and clearly she was not wearing a bra.

'Go upstairs and pack your clothes' Mick ordered, have a shower and put
on your lightest shortes summer dress - and nothing else'

'What do you want ? ' I asked Mick when Karen left.

'Well I want to teach you some more humility - don't worry we won't hurt
anyone, but Clive here will make sure you don't try anything'

'Lovely woman.. oh her ass when you fuck it it is mmmm oh of course you
don't know.. and the way she wakes me up with a blow job.. wow.. do you
know she will do anythting for me.. would she do that for you ?'

I was seething the anger built up but there was nothing I could do
umless I was prepared to take a severe beating.

'How??' I asked.
' I will tell you later, but for now a further demonstration of my
ownership'

'I understand that the two of you had a run in with a lad Vic and his
father'

Vic was a nasty piece of work, local street bully, scratching cars
threatening people swearing. I had reported them to the police about a
month ago and things had gone quiet - but they had made the usual empty
threats.

'Well I have invited them here for a drink tonight at 8 p.m. - could be
interesting'

Karen came downstairs wearing a pink flowered dress. It ws so short that
when she was on the top two stairs it was clear that she was not wearing
any panties.

'Right off to the pub so you can buy us all a round of drinks'

We got in the transit van. I am sure that the neighbours could see Karens
ass as she got into the van. I was told to sit in the back, Clive drove and
both Mick and Clives hands wandered up Karens dress as we drove.

Another hot summers day - yes we do have them in England - and we pulled up
at a country pub. There were a dozen or so patrons ouside including some
lads on the way to play football. As we walked though the door Clive placed
his hand on Karens skirt and raised it up - clearly showing all that she
had
nothing underneath.

I ordered and paid for a round of drinks - Karen and I were on non
alcoholic
drinks. Sitting in the old bar, there was no doubt that our group and the
scanily dressed Karen were the topic of converation. Mick whispered
something to Karen.

We supped our drinks at the oak tables - after 5 minutes one of the
football
supporters came in. Mick nodded, Karen got up and sidled up to the fottball
fan who was about 19, thin and spotty. Whatever karen was saying he did
not agree with he shook his head, they carried on and then Karen led him
by the hands to the toilets.

'Your wife is going to give him a blow job by the mens urinals' Mick
whispered
I was shocked. A few minutes later the barman, a large 50 year old man
headed to the toilets. Shouting was heard, 'Get out you filthy cow' he
cried as Karen came bursting through the door follwed by the youth still
pulling up his trousers.


Mick and Clive laughed as we made our way to the van. 'Take him in the van
and
finish him off then' Mick ordered Karen, but the lads was too nervous and
beat a hasty retreat.

We drove home to await the arrival of Vic and his dad, the local hard man.


Once back home Mick and Clive went round the room collecting things of
value. Mick came across our wedding photo. He placed it on the floor and
ordered Karen to lay on it with her pussy on the picture. He dropped his
jeans and proceded to fuck Karen as she lay on the picture. As he came
he withdrew and let the cum fall on to the picture.

'A little someting to remind you of me ' he laughed.





(Any suggestions for the visit of Vic and his dad ?)
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