Nick gets his ass beaten

As I continued to shout at the men to stop fighting, Amy is helping me get dressed. It feels like hours ago when we were all inside just having a few drinks. Now I'm putting my clothes back on from getting interrupted by my husband's friend fucking me in the back of his sleazy van, while my husband is in a rage at finding out and taking it out on him.

Nick finally was able to get a foot free and with that, he gave Henry a shove off him, Henry lost his balance and fell out of the van, but was quick to his feet.

"You son of a BITCH, that's my wife!" Henry shouts at Nick.

"Well, it's not like SHE said no..." Nick managed to get his boxers on as he tried to catch his breath. "Or maybe... Maybe you ... arent man enough for her"

Henry saw red and charged at him, Nick thought he was going to be slick and slam the door in his face but his hand slipped from the lube earlier and his face went white with fear. He barely managed to not fall out but was then grabbed by Henry who pulled him out of the van and threw him to the ground. Then stamped on Nicks outstretched hand as he tried to brace himself, causing a very loud crunch sound and a loud Yelp from Nick.

As Nick cradled his broken fingers Henry looked down at him "Let's see you try to steal married women after this" he said and then stomped HARD down on Nicks balls with his boot.

I had just managed to get my shirt on over my breasts when I saw Henry stomp on Nicks crotch. "Baby don't hurt him!" I shout but Amy shushes me. Now fully dressed I can't believe what I have done and how my meek and forgiving husband has changed.

Ryan who had been watching all of this without stepping in had finally decided that it was time to stop Henry before Nick was killed. He moved up and got in the way of Henry, talking him down and blocking him from attacking Nick further. "You got him, man, its over, it's over...... you got him"

Nick grunts out "Thanks man, I owe..."

Ryan turns and spits at Nick "Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit"

As the men started to walk over to us I tried to think of how I was going to explain this to my husband. He looked so furious and I was actually a little scared of him.