Back to the bathroom

Confused and humiliated, I staggered back to the bathroom, another round of violent outbursts hitting me suddenly.

Struggling to simply breathe in the filthy stall, my mind was a mess. What the fuck was going on, why was Nicole doing this? Why was I letting it happen? My cock strained inside my pants despite everything and the overwhelming sense of confusion was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Worst of all was imagining what might be happening to my wife out there while I was indisposed. Surely it couldn't escalate further could it? I fought to get back to a state where I could return to the bar and rescue Nicole, but it took far longer than I hoped.

By the time I managed to stumble out of the bathroom for a second time I was seeing a little straighter even if I was still unsteady on my feet. The sight that met me as I re-entered the bar almost knocked me off them however, and again I froze, my mind needing time to catch up with what I was seeing. From where I stood I could see through a gap between the guys watching on, Nicole was lying face down on the pool table, bent at the waist with legs dangling over the side. A large older man gripped her by the hips and pushed himself into her hard and repeatedly from behind, making a wet, smacking sound with each thrust. Nicole's tights were pulled down to her ankles effectively binding her legs together and she struggled to keep her head off the felt table top by bracing herself with her elbows.

My wife's face and hair was a mess, plastered with cum, sweat and her own saliva, but somehow I could still make out her expression. Her lidded eyes betrayed the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing, her face shifting between expressions of shock, wonder, horror and absolute bliss with each powerful stroke. But it was the sounds she was making that really cemented the scene in my mind. Helpless whimpers, needy gasps - sounds even I had never heard her make before. And worse was her voice, high pitched and croaky, begging for for more, urging the fat old man on, pleading with him to fill her up.

And fill her up he did. Grabbing Nicole's hair roughly in his fist, he pulled her head back towards him, arching her back as he held himself deep. In that moment, straining and red faced, Nicole's gaze met my own, her cloudy eyes swimming in bliss as her lips split into a dopey smile. It was the most perverse thing I had had ever seen and it both intensely aroused and utterly disgusted me. The man growled triumphantly as he came deep inside my wife, inseminating her, then in what seemed to me like slow motion, slid himself from her and stepped back. Even from across the room, the sight of his rock hard member bouncing free, dripping onto the floor shocked me, but when he reached out and lifted Nicole aloft showing off her gushing pussy to the gathered onlookers, his thick load sluicing down her puffy folds and soft, milky thighs I broke.

As my wife was passed over to other members of the crowd I had to hold onto something for balance, my legs going weak and my world spinning as my own cock erupted inside my pants. Cock still pulsing I awkwardly crab walked over to our table and seeking the solace of oblivion, threw down one of the shots we had 'won' earlier in the night. As I fought back the reflex to gag I tried not to listen to what was happening to Nicole behind me, ignore her moans and pleas for more. I couldn't just leave her here, could I? It had gone way too far to try to save her now and besides, I was in no state to stand up to all those guys. She was clearly loving it anyway - I didn't think I could handle the further humiliation of her rejecting my attempt at a heroic rescue now.

Defeated, I knocked back another shot and considered my options. The sounds of sex were intensifying and of course, curiosity got the better of me. As I turned to take in the next debaucherous scene starring my wife, another, far darker option occurred to me. I could stay and watch, it was kind of hot in a depraved kind of way. My recently spent cock twitched in my pants in encouragement. I could even... join in... I thought as I stood, holding onto the chair for balance.

One way or the other, I had to decide...