dahoochman
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A Thursday Night To Remember - Part 1
The phone call came at 5 minutes before 5:00 pm that Thursday afternoon. Linda was almost expecting it. He would be working late. Again. He didn't know what time he would be home. Something about this didn't sit well with Linda.
This was the 3rd week in a row that her husband had called and claimed to be "working late". Didn't know how late he would be. And he told her not to call, as he would not be working at his desk, and had "forgot" his cell phone at home that day. The past 2 times he had “worked” late, he had come home smelling of cigarettes and booze. He claimed that after working late, he and the "guys" stopped for one quick beer, and one only. And he would act strange. Very frisky - touching and grabbing at her, wanting sex. Immediately, the suspicious side of Linda came out. Was he REALLY working late? Was this a lie? Was the touching and grabbing a cover? She had to know.
She left her office that Thursday afternoon and made the 45-minute drive out to his office. She had never checked up on him before. She was very nervous. As she pulled into the parking lot to his office, she started to think about how silly she felt. In 6 years of marriage, he had never given her reason to suspect anything. He was very attentive, always complimenting her on her good looks, always sending cards and flowers for no reason. Never abused substances. Not sitting at bars all night. She started to feel guilty. Then she turned the corner, and found a completely empty parking. Not a single car, except a security van. Where the Hell was he?
She turned her Nissan Altima around and screamed onto the highway, flooring it as her anger increased. Why would he lie to her? What was going on? As she raced down the highway, visions of him with another filled her head. In her anger, she raced past the entrance to the freeway, screaming down the highway into a neighborhood she had never been in. She slowed down and tried to figure out where she was. She started looking for street signs. As she slowed, she couldn't help but notice all the go-go bars, one after another. She was repulsed by them, and looking at the full parking lot - she couldn't understand why so many men went to them. Then, in an instant, she couldn't believe her eyes. There was her husband’s car.
She slammed on the brakes and turned into the parking lot, stopping behind his car. She looked, and looked again, wanting to make sure it was his car – and it was. She was beside herself with anger. So this was why he was working late!! To give dollar bills to the little slut dancers! She pulled over and parked, and was going to run in and confront him, but then got an idea. She didn't want to confront him. She wanted revenge. She hurriedly turned the Nissan around and flew back up the highway, jumping on the Interstate and heading home. She would show him.
As she drove home, her mind was all over the place. Why would he do such a thing? She was 33, but was often mistaken for much younger. She would giggle as bartenders still carded her. She always tried to look sexy for him, and act sexy. Obviously, he didn't appreciate any of it. She pulled into the driveway and ran into the house. As she ran in she saw his cell phone sitting on the kitchen table - A reminder of his deceit. She went into the bedroom, and started to strip off her conservative pantsuit. It was time for revenge.
Down to just her bra and panties, she went to her closet with one item in mind. A dress. Yes - THE DRESS. The dress she would wear for him on only the most special of occasions. The short black dress, with sheer arms and back, his favorite dress. She took the dress out and hung it from the door. She then bent down and started fumbling through her collection of shoes. She had one pair in mind - his favorites. Ah, there they were, the black leather open toe strappy heels that he loved so much. The shoes that barely covered any of her foot. The shoes that tied around her ankle so sexy. She placed them aside, and then hurriedly walked over to her nylons drawer, and pulled out a pair of ultra sheer black thigh high stockings. She sat on the bed and started to slide the sheer material up her legs. Oh yes, he would pay.
She was dressed and had done her hair and makeup in 15 minutes flat. She looked in the mirror of her car as she drove down the highway, wondering if she had overdone the makeup. Oh well, if she did she did. She then went looking for a bar. She couldn't go to the local TGI Fridays or Houlihans, everyone knew her there. She needed someplace off the beaten path. After 15 minutes of looking, she decided on a local college bar, The Main Street Inn, known to locals as “The Inn”.
She walked in and looked around, and immediately felt out of place. Most of the crowd looked young - VERY young, not her usual type of hang out. And the absence of women made her even more uncomfortable. She walked over to the bar, and noticed several young men staring at her from a small booth right across from the bar. She sat, and ordered a Cosmopolitan. The bartender, who was maybe all of 22, had no clue how to make one. She laughed to herself - she should have known better. She asked for a rum and coke. That he could make. The whole time, the 3 young men sat staring at her, so she decided to give them something to look at, and crossed her legs. She swayed her leg gently up and down, and the 3 guys were hooked. As she slammed down her first rum and coke, she again started to think about her lying husband, and her eyes started to fill with tears. As she looked down at the bar about to cry, the bartender returned with another drink. She had not ordered one, but the 3 young men at the booth had sent her it. She lifted the drink and turned and smiled at the young guys.
One on the 3 approached and introduced himself, and they made small talk. She giggled to herself, as he would occasionally try to sneak a peek at her legs. It was cute - she thought. She sipped her drink as they talked. He and his friends were seniors at the local college, and shared a small apartment nearby. They all played football, and were all built rather well. As she chatted, she sat with her legs crossed, holding the drink in on hand, resting her other hand on her lap when she realized - she still had her wedding band on!! She tried to hide that hand as they chatted. She thanked him for the drink and he returned to his table. As soon as he did she slipped the ring off and put it in her small purse with her cell phone.
She sat there for another twenty minutes, making small talk with the bartender, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the same young man, inviting her back to their apartment for more drinks. Even when she was single she would usually declined such an invite, but as mad as she was - and feeling the effects of the rum too - she decide to go. They walked out to the parking lot, and the young man went with her to her car, and they followed the other 2 guys in their car. They drove to a small house nearby – maybe 3 blocks away, and all 4 walked in together. The house was your typical college kid house. Beer cans everywhere. Pictures of half naked women on the walls. Yes she was WAY out of her element.
She sat on a couch, and one of the young men bought her a beer. She wasn't a big beer drinker, so she asked for something else. The only other alcohol they had was tequila, so she drank that. They sat around talking, and then went over to the kitchen table and started playing a card game. It was a drinking game, where you had to drink every time you didn't have a play with your cards. All 4 of them quickly went from nicely buzzed to completely drunk. But Linda was having a ball - the guys were all being so nice, complimenting her on her dress, her figure, her legs, she felt like a queen.
After an hour or so of this, Linda went over to the couch and sat, legs crossed, with a guy on each side of her. The 3rd guy sat on the floor near her feet, all feeling very "happy". As the two guys on the couch put their arms around Linda, and Linda put her arms around them, the guy on the floor placed her legs on his lap and started rubbing her ankles and calves. Linda put her head back and closed her eyes, it felt wonderful, and the guy on the floor was getting excited from touching her sexy stockinged legs. The guy on her right then started rubbing her neck, and the guy on her left started to rub her thigh, slowly moving the material of her skirt away. Then, she jumped and squealed, as the guy rubbing her thigh had slid down and squeezed her knee. She lifted her arm over him, and grabbed his hand. "Don't do that!" she said to him. "That tickles", and she moved his hand away. With that, she could feel her other knee being squeezed by the other guy, and she jumped and squealed again. The guys laughed, and Linda sat up. "You guys are bad,” she said with a smile. "Oh you haven't seen anything yet,” said one of the guys as he pushed her back against the couch. He then sat back, trapping her arm between the couch and his body, and his friend on the other side did the same. At the same time, the guy on the floor had scooped her legs up, and wrapped both of her legs under his arm. “Let’s see how ticklish she is,” yelled one of the guys, and before she could react all 3 guys were tickling her. The guy on the floor held her legs tight and was trying to squeeze a finger in between her shoe and foot. The guy on her right side was squeezing her knees, while the guy on her left side was poking her ribs. Linda squealed in ticklish agony, trying to squirm free, but with the guys leaning on her arms and the guy on the floor holding her legs tight there was no place for her to go.
The guys tickled Linda for about a minute, holding her tight as they did. Linda finally worked her right arm free and was trying to fight off one of the guys, but her left arm was solidly trapped behind the guy on her left. The guy on the floor was trying to slip her shoes off, but between Linda kicking and the tiny buckles on the strap he couldn’t get them off. After a few more seconds, the guy on Linda’s left stopped tickling her, and started to rub her stockinged thigh, moving the material of her skirt up her leg and exposing her stocking top. The guy on the right then pushed Linda’s free arm down, and started to nuzzle her neck. The guy on the floor leg go of her legs, and sat up on his knees and started to rub Linda’s other thigh. Linda was starting to get nervous, as it was obvious what the now very horny guys wanted, and she struggled to break free of their grip. Then, feeling a hand climbing up her thigh past the stocking tops – she yelled out “Guys, stop, I have to pee!” She didn’t know what else to say.
The guys immediately let her go, and she quickly jumped to her feet. She reached down and grabbed her purse, and quickly walked to the bathroom. As she walked, she noticed one of the guys getting up and locking the front door. Very nervous at this point, Linda ran to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, Linda fumbled through her purse for her cell phone. She took it out and called home – no answer. Then she tried her husbands cell – again, no answer. She was momentarily furious that he still was not home, but then gave in to her fear. Worried that these young men would not let her leave, she hurriedly dialed home again, and left him a message. Whispering, she said “Honey, listen, I went out and I need you to come get me. I got mad that you worked late and went out for a few drinks, and I met a few people at The Inn and I went back to their place and now I’m scared so Honey please, please come find me. I think I’m only a block or two from The Inn, just look for my car it is in front of their house, OK? Please?? I love you! Hurry!!” And with that she hung up. She then flushed the toilet as a cover, and looked in the mirror. She put her phone in her purse and opened the door. What she saw scared her even more.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The phone call came at 5 minutes before 5:00 pm that Thursday afternoon. Linda was almost expecting it. He would be working late. Again. He didn't know what time he would be home. Something about this didn't sit well with Linda.
This was the 3rd week in a row that her husband had called and claimed to be "working late". Didn't know how late he would be. And he told her not to call, as he would not be working at his desk, and had "forgot" his cell phone at home that day. The past 2 times he had “worked” late, he had come home smelling of cigarettes and booze. He claimed that after working late, he and the "guys" stopped for one quick beer, and one only. And he would act strange. Very frisky - touching and grabbing at her, wanting sex. Immediately, the suspicious side of Linda came out. Was he REALLY working late? Was this a lie? Was the touching and grabbing a cover? She had to know.
She left her office that Thursday afternoon and made the 45-minute drive out to his office. She had never checked up on him before. She was very nervous. As she pulled into the parking lot to his office, she started to think about how silly she felt. In 6 years of marriage, he had never given her reason to suspect anything. He was very attentive, always complimenting her on her good looks, always sending cards and flowers for no reason. Never abused substances. Not sitting at bars all night. She started to feel guilty. Then she turned the corner, and found a completely empty parking. Not a single car, except a security van. Where the Hell was he?
She turned her Nissan Altima around and screamed onto the highway, flooring it as her anger increased. Why would he lie to her? What was going on? As she raced down the highway, visions of him with another filled her head. In her anger, she raced past the entrance to the freeway, screaming down the highway into a neighborhood she had never been in. She slowed down and tried to figure out where she was. She started looking for street signs. As she slowed, she couldn't help but notice all the go-go bars, one after another. She was repulsed by them, and looking at the full parking lot - she couldn't understand why so many men went to them. Then, in an instant, she couldn't believe her eyes. There was her husband’s car.
She slammed on the brakes and turned into the parking lot, stopping behind his car. She looked, and looked again, wanting to make sure it was his car – and it was. She was beside herself with anger. So this was why he was working late!! To give dollar bills to the little slut dancers! She pulled over and parked, and was going to run in and confront him, but then got an idea. She didn't want to confront him. She wanted revenge. She hurriedly turned the Nissan around and flew back up the highway, jumping on the Interstate and heading home. She would show him.
As she drove home, her mind was all over the place. Why would he do such a thing? She was 33, but was often mistaken for much younger. She would giggle as bartenders still carded her. She always tried to look sexy for him, and act sexy. Obviously, he didn't appreciate any of it. She pulled into the driveway and ran into the house. As she ran in she saw his cell phone sitting on the kitchen table - A reminder of his deceit. She went into the bedroom, and started to strip off her conservative pantsuit. It was time for revenge.
Down to just her bra and panties, she went to her closet with one item in mind. A dress. Yes - THE DRESS. The dress she would wear for him on only the most special of occasions. The short black dress, with sheer arms and back, his favorite dress. She took the dress out and hung it from the door. She then bent down and started fumbling through her collection of shoes. She had one pair in mind - his favorites. Ah, there they were, the black leather open toe strappy heels that he loved so much. The shoes that barely covered any of her foot. The shoes that tied around her ankle so sexy. She placed them aside, and then hurriedly walked over to her nylons drawer, and pulled out a pair of ultra sheer black thigh high stockings. She sat on the bed and started to slide the sheer material up her legs. Oh yes, he would pay.
She was dressed and had done her hair and makeup in 15 minutes flat. She looked in the mirror of her car as she drove down the highway, wondering if she had overdone the makeup. Oh well, if she did she did. She then went looking for a bar. She couldn't go to the local TGI Fridays or Houlihans, everyone knew her there. She needed someplace off the beaten path. After 15 minutes of looking, she decided on a local college bar, The Main Street Inn, known to locals as “The Inn”.
She walked in and looked around, and immediately felt out of place. Most of the crowd looked young - VERY young, not her usual type of hang out. And the absence of women made her even more uncomfortable. She walked over to the bar, and noticed several young men staring at her from a small booth right across from the bar. She sat, and ordered a Cosmopolitan. The bartender, who was maybe all of 22, had no clue how to make one. She laughed to herself - she should have known better. She asked for a rum and coke. That he could make. The whole time, the 3 young men sat staring at her, so she decided to give them something to look at, and crossed her legs. She swayed her leg gently up and down, and the 3 guys were hooked. As she slammed down her first rum and coke, she again started to think about her lying husband, and her eyes started to fill with tears. As she looked down at the bar about to cry, the bartender returned with another drink. She had not ordered one, but the 3 young men at the booth had sent her it. She lifted the drink and turned and smiled at the young guys.
One on the 3 approached and introduced himself, and they made small talk. She giggled to herself, as he would occasionally try to sneak a peek at her legs. It was cute - she thought. She sipped her drink as they talked. He and his friends were seniors at the local college, and shared a small apartment nearby. They all played football, and were all built rather well. As she chatted, she sat with her legs crossed, holding the drink in on hand, resting her other hand on her lap when she realized - she still had her wedding band on!! She tried to hide that hand as they chatted. She thanked him for the drink and he returned to his table. As soon as he did she slipped the ring off and put it in her small purse with her cell phone.
She sat there for another twenty minutes, making small talk with the bartender, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the same young man, inviting her back to their apartment for more drinks. Even when she was single she would usually declined such an invite, but as mad as she was - and feeling the effects of the rum too - she decide to go. They walked out to the parking lot, and the young man went with her to her car, and they followed the other 2 guys in their car. They drove to a small house nearby – maybe 3 blocks away, and all 4 walked in together. The house was your typical college kid house. Beer cans everywhere. Pictures of half naked women on the walls. Yes she was WAY out of her element.
She sat on a couch, and one of the young men bought her a beer. She wasn't a big beer drinker, so she asked for something else. The only other alcohol they had was tequila, so she drank that. They sat around talking, and then went over to the kitchen table and started playing a card game. It was a drinking game, where you had to drink every time you didn't have a play with your cards. All 4 of them quickly went from nicely buzzed to completely drunk. But Linda was having a ball - the guys were all being so nice, complimenting her on her dress, her figure, her legs, she felt like a queen.
After an hour or so of this, Linda went over to the couch and sat, legs crossed, with a guy on each side of her. The 3rd guy sat on the floor near her feet, all feeling very "happy". As the two guys on the couch put their arms around Linda, and Linda put her arms around them, the guy on the floor placed her legs on his lap and started rubbing her ankles and calves. Linda put her head back and closed her eyes, it felt wonderful, and the guy on the floor was getting excited from touching her sexy stockinged legs. The guy on her right then started rubbing her neck, and the guy on her left started to rub her thigh, slowly moving the material of her skirt away. Then, she jumped and squealed, as the guy rubbing her thigh had slid down and squeezed her knee. She lifted her arm over him, and grabbed his hand. "Don't do that!" she said to him. "That tickles", and she moved his hand away. With that, she could feel her other knee being squeezed by the other guy, and she jumped and squealed again. The guys laughed, and Linda sat up. "You guys are bad,” she said with a smile. "Oh you haven't seen anything yet,” said one of the guys as he pushed her back against the couch. He then sat back, trapping her arm between the couch and his body, and his friend on the other side did the same. At the same time, the guy on the floor had scooped her legs up, and wrapped both of her legs under his arm. “Let’s see how ticklish she is,” yelled one of the guys, and before she could react all 3 guys were tickling her. The guy on the floor held her legs tight and was trying to squeeze a finger in between her shoe and foot. The guy on her right side was squeezing her knees, while the guy on her left side was poking her ribs. Linda squealed in ticklish agony, trying to squirm free, but with the guys leaning on her arms and the guy on the floor holding her legs tight there was no place for her to go.
The guys tickled Linda for about a minute, holding her tight as they did. Linda finally worked her right arm free and was trying to fight off one of the guys, but her left arm was solidly trapped behind the guy on her left. The guy on the floor was trying to slip her shoes off, but between Linda kicking and the tiny buckles on the strap he couldn’t get them off. After a few more seconds, the guy on Linda’s left stopped tickling her, and started to rub her stockinged thigh, moving the material of her skirt up her leg and exposing her stocking top. The guy on the right then pushed Linda’s free arm down, and started to nuzzle her neck. The guy on the floor leg go of her legs, and sat up on his knees and started to rub Linda’s other thigh. Linda was starting to get nervous, as it was obvious what the now very horny guys wanted, and she struggled to break free of their grip. Then, feeling a hand climbing up her thigh past the stocking tops – she yelled out “Guys, stop, I have to pee!” She didn’t know what else to say.
The guys immediately let her go, and she quickly jumped to her feet. She reached down and grabbed her purse, and quickly walked to the bathroom. As she walked, she noticed one of the guys getting up and locking the front door. Very nervous at this point, Linda ran to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, Linda fumbled through her purse for her cell phone. She took it out and called home – no answer. Then she tried her husbands cell – again, no answer. She was momentarily furious that he still was not home, but then gave in to her fear. Worried that these young men would not let her leave, she hurriedly dialed home again, and left him a message. Whispering, she said “Honey, listen, I went out and I need you to come get me. I got mad that you worked late and went out for a few drinks, and I met a few people at The Inn and I went back to their place and now I’m scared so Honey please, please come find me. I think I’m only a block or two from The Inn, just look for my car it is in front of their house, OK? Please?? I love you! Hurry!!” And with that she hung up. She then flushed the toilet as a cover, and looked in the mirror. She put her phone in her purse and opened the door. What she saw scared her even more.
TO BE CONTINUED…
