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This story came about when I caught up with an old mate, and he told me about his wife being picked up in a bar by five guys and that he had not intervened but stood back and watched the events unfold. It reminded me of a similar thing happening to Raylene and me, only I had gotten jealous and whisked her away home. So this story is based on some true components from two different events. But it is mostly about what I wish had happened.Raylene and I had been married for eleven years; they had been incredibly good years with many friends. We were very social out two or three times a week. We had family events, a lot of functions at our tennis club, and several other groups of friends. One of these was a group consisting of three of Raylene’s netball friends and their husbands. We met with this last group at least twice a month and had a lot of holidays together, both in New Zealand and overseas.Raylene was my second wife; she was attractive and had a fantastic figure. She had been overweight in her youth and, at about sixteen, had joined a gym and worked on losing extra pounds. She had belonged to a gym and kept herself in shape ever since. When this story takes place, we had just joined a cross-fit gym, where Raylene outshone me in all the exercises except those with heavy weights. She was incredibly fit.In our constant socialising, Raylene got hit on a lot, especially at the tennis functions, where several guys had an eye for her and would have her on the dance floor half the night. I would tease her about all her boyfriends, of course, but she just laughed it off, and she, having been hit on all her life, had an arsenal of tricks to keep amorous men at bay. Also, having three brothers, she had experience warding off all of their mates from her early teens. It had left her with a healthy contempt for most men and their loose morals.She had been a virgin when we met, bashful and reserved. She was twenty-eight, and I was twelve years older. I will never understand why she decided to let me take her cherry, as I was as far from being a virgin as the earth is to the moon. Raylene and her netball friends were always going on about bloody men, their morals and the fact that they were only ever thinking about sex. Their husbands were always going on about the girls being men haters.However, as much as Raylene heaped derision on most males, we had a great sex life. She was conservative in the sack, but in the first few years of our marriage, she would go along quite happily with most of my fantasies. Not anal, though. That was never going to happen. But with eleven years of marriage under our belt, our sex life was waining and predictable. In fact, we were down to once a week and usually on a Saturday morning.So, let’s get on with the story. It was a Friday night, and we were to meet Raylene’s netball friends in the city at a Pub called ‘The Dog’s Bollox’. We went there to watch an Irish band we had seen a couple of months earlier when we were all on a weekend trip to Taupo. One of the couples, Ian and Sally, lived on the North Shore and, on this night, had decided to stay at Pete and Alison’s place in Mt Eden, so they could drink and not worry about driving home. William, who was Pete’s brother-in-law, lived close to Pete and owned a minivan. He had offered to drive for the night and be their sober driver. However, Raylene and I lived on the opposite side of the city, in St Heliers, so we drove into town to meet with everyone in our car.I said our sex had gotten pretty predictable, but occasionally Raylene would get in an amorous mood and surprise me; this was one of those nights. And I knew I might be on a good thing when she pulled on a suspender belt and hitched up some white fishnet stockings. Then slipped into a lacy white panty/bra set, over which she wore a shortish clingy skirt and a top buttoned at the front with shoe-string straps over her shoulders. She looked fucking sexy, and to say that this was not her typical attire would be a gross understatement. She usually dresses super conservatively so as not to garner any attention. And the looks she gave me this night said she was in the mood, so when we left the house, I was rock-hard and looking forward to returning home later.We all met at a restaurant around the corner from the pub. Afterwards, we walked to the pub to listen to the band, which from memory, was also called ‘The Dog’s Bollox’. We arrived at the pub around 10:00 pm and found a table at the back of the room just inside the door, so we could hear one another speak. We had only been there about twenty minutes when Pete’s phone rang. It was their babysitter, saying that their son was having terrible trouble breathing. Pete and Alison’s son had cystic fibrosis; this was not the first time an evening out with them had been interrupted this way.There was a bit of discussion about Pete and Alison catching a cab and leaving the others to stay and watch the band. But William led the argument that they would all stay together to support them if it was severe, and they made to leave. They asked us if we wanted to follow and have drinks at their place, but I was keen to take advantage of the fact I could get Raylene home early. Raylene also seemed keen to stay, so we said we would stay and listen to a couple of songs, then head home for an early night. The table we commandeered near the back wall of the pub had room for eight people to stand around, so once the others left, we felt awkward standing there on our own. However, the pub was filling up quickly, and we were not surprised when a guy came over and asked if he and his mates could share our table. The guy looked familiar, and as I went to say it was okay with us, he blurted out that he knew me.”We played rugby together, must have been eighteen years ago, at Roskill. It’s Dave, isn’t it?”I immediately recognised him; his name was Hugh. He had been our first five, and a good one at that. He had been a bit of a ‘Jack bursa escort the Lad’ in the day. I remember everyone saying that you needed to keep your eyes on your girlfriend if Hugh was near. He was then, and even now, a handsome six-foot-tall bundle of charisma. I had been nearing the end of my rugby playing days when we played together, and Hugh was beginning. I remembered he had been around sixteen years younger than me, so I figured he had to be thirty-six now, three years younger than Raylene.He waved his friends over and introduced them. First was Owen, whom Hugh said, had moved into one of his spare bedrooms when his marriage had failed. Owen was a couple of years younger than Hugh and quite a smooth-looking guy in his own right. The others with him were Chris, Liam and Tobias; all were younger. I found out during the evening two of them were in their late twenties, and one of them, Liam, was only twenty-two. They all knew Hugh and Owen through their involvement at a squash club.I was not surprised to see Hugh start a flirty conversation with Raylene as soon as I introduced them. And when I wandered over to the bar to get Raylene and me another round of drinks, I returned to find Owen standing on the other side of Raylene, talking up a storm and making her laugh. He didn’t move aside when I returned to the table, so I had to stand on the opposite side. I was not at all concerned, confident she could and would handle these young guys with ease. When the band started a new bracket, Hugh took Raylene onto the dance floor and disappeared into the mass of bouncing patrons. I caught glimpses of them, and both were laughing and having a good time. However, when they returned to our table, Owen immediately whisked her away. And so it went for the rest of the bracket, all five of them vying for her attention and taking her to the dance floor.Standing beside Hugh while Raylene was away having her second dance with Owen, I caught a glimpse of Owen with his hand on Raylene’s bum. Hugh also noticed what was happening and commented that she was a beautiful woman, “The boys all have the hots for her. You are going to have your hands full.” I responded with a comment that none of them had the slightest chance. Hugh gave me a derisive look and said something to the effect of, they all play up; it’s just in the right place at the right time and pushing the right buttons.I took umbrage at this and replied that if any of them thought they had the slightest chance, they would be going home very disappointed, as she was well used to lecherous bastards like them. Hugh laughed and said, “If you are that confident in your wife’s fidelity, what about a bet then? One hundred dollars says we can nail your wife.”That had me speechless, even angry for a second. But then I reasoned it would be easy money, as I was 1000% certain Raylene would never, ever play around. I was not naive; I had known guys over the years that thought their wives hated sex and would never be unfaithful. And yet, on some of these occasions, I had known the guy who was nailing their wife once or twice a week. But I knew Raylene was different; she was very derogatory about unfaithful women and the men that chased them. We had several instances over the years of couples at the tennis club breaking up over indiscretions with other members. Raylene was staunch in her disapproval and incredibly scathing that the women could not keep their legs closed.So I called Hugh’s bluff and agreed to the bet. But pointed out that, as he had said, ‘the guys could nail her’. It had to be all of them. Hugh agreed immediately but added one condition of his own, “You have to make an excuse and leave the pub for at least half an hour, so you don’t have a chance to wise her up to the fact that we have a bet.I nearly pulled out at that point, not that I was any less confident in Raylene’s fidelity, but because I didn’t like the thought of not being beside her if the guys played rough. Hugh saw my hesitation and said, “Not so certain now?”I replied, “I’m absolutely confident in my wife, but I will not leave her alone with a bunch of guys I hardly know. You could do anything. Spike her drink or anything.””I promise you there will not be any drugs or the slightest use of force, and I can assure you that when you return in half an hour, she will be happy and smiling,” Hugh said. I weighed it up and concluded that Raylene would never play up, and certainly not with this group of younger men. I had the perfect scenario to get out of the pub. My company offices and warehouse were less than a mile from The Dog’s Bollox, and we had had two instances already that year of my being called alarms going off in the middle of the night. One of them had been someone trying to force the door, and the other must’ve been a spider or something on the sensor.”Okay, you’re on, get one of your mates to call me on my phone, and I will give you half an hour, no more. But be aware I am not going away. I’ll go out the door, then return and hide in the crowd to watch that you treat her right.”Hugh agreed, and we shook on it. Then he motioned to one of his mates and got me to give him my number. When Raylene and Owen returned from the dance floor, Chris headed for the bar, and seconds later, my phone rang. Holding my phone up to Raylene, I indicated to her I would go outside to take it, as there was no way I could hear anything over the music. Raylene made to come with me, worried that it was Pete calling about their son. But I mouthed to her it was the alarm at work and indicated she should stay.When I returned inside a minute later, I told Raylene the work alarm had gone off and that I needed to meet the security guy and reset the alarm. I expected Raylene to grab her coat and insist on coming with me, but to my surprise, she just told me to try and not be too long and headed back to the dance floor with one of the young guys.I left the pub feeling a bit rejected by Raylene’s bursa escort bayan wanting to dance with these strangers rather than being concerned for me. I walked across the road to our car and, taking my Jersey off, replaced it with a light navy blue jacket I kept in the car for rainy days. The jersey was light grey, and I knew I’d never be able to stand anywhere near the group if I had it on. I would stand out like a dog’s bollox! I did carry the jersey back, though, to put on when I supposedly arrived back from my mission.Back at the pub, I looked through the door and saw that Raylene was not at the table. I waited for a few seconds until I located her on the dance floor, then slipped through and set myself alongside the side wall behind a group of patrons, where I shouldn’t be obvious.Over the next half hour, I watched as the guys bought her drinks, trying to get her drunk. But Raylene was being cautious and only took small sips before heading back to the dance floor, with a different partner every time. The absurdity of the guys flirting and paying her corny compliments amused me. And even when I caught glimpses of their hands wandering, I was not concerned as she seemed to be in control and laughing at their blatant attempts to fondle her. I was surprised that although she was blushing bright red at some of their comments, she at the same time looked flattered and was soaking up all the attention. I had expected some of the guys would have had their faces slapped by now. Certainly, at our tennis club functions, when one of the guys got handsy with her, she put them down harshly and one night had created quite a scene when a guy lifted her dress.When the band finished the bracket and left the stage for their ten minutes break, Raylene returned to the table and stood between Owen and Hugh. I knew they were paying her a lot of compliments, and some of them must have been quite risqué as she was giggling and blushing again. But I had seen nothing happen that was likely to have Raylene’s standards dropping. I wondered at Hugh wanting to be rid of me for half an hour, as there would be no way I could have warned her without admitting that I had taken a bet on her being faithful, which would have had dire consequences for me. The reason I knew was that they thought she would be more susceptible if I were not around.When the band took to the stage again, it was Raylene who took Owen’s arm and led him back to the dance floor. That gave me some cause for concern. She obviously fancied him. I noted Hugh was walking over to the band’s mixer desk and talking briefly with the sound engineer. I guessed he was requesting a song. I turned my attention back to the dance floor, a gap opened up between the dancers, and I got a clear view of Raylene listening intently to Owen. His hand was touching just underneath her breast, and a finger was brushing at her nipple. After a few moments, she became aware of the attention he was paying her, and with a high-pitched giggle, she brushed his hand away. As she looked up at him to complain, Owen kissed her full on the lips; shocked, I watched her passionately respond and, after a couple of seconds, quickly pull away, “I can’t do this. I’m not that sort of girl. Let’s go back to the table.””What sort of girl are you then? A prude who can’t let her hair down and refuses to have fun?” Owen leaned in and kissed her again. This time his kiss was more insistent, demanding even. I was shocked to see Raylene respond, and she did not attempt to stop his fingers, which were now pinching her very erect nipple. They were obviously playing tongues with each other, and without thought, she moved her hips forward and rubbed herself just above his knee. Again, I found myself getting hard, which annoyed me just as much as what I had just witnessed. I moved to stride across the room to confront them, but then, thankfully, she came to her senses, broke apart and briskly walked away back to our table. I slunk back against the wall and just as well. As she walked, her eyes searched the bar. She had a good look towards the front door and then all around the bar again. I moved a little more behind a group of patrons and knew by her guilty glances that she was worried I may have returned and seen her indiscretion. I looked at my watch. It had been over thirty minutes since I had walked out the door. So it was time for me to arrive back at the bar. But I hesitated; nothing had happened that shook my belief that she would never play up with any of these guys. The indiscretion with Owen had me a bit worried. But I fought to convince myself it was just a bit of harmless petting. And as she seemed to have come to her senses and had put him in his place, I decided to watch her for a little longer. The voyeur in me enjoyed watching my wife interact with strangers and, surprisingly, had me very aroused.At the table, she made a beeline for Hugh. He protectively placed an arm around her shoulder and spoke into her ear. Then, laughing, she let him lead her back to the dance floor. They were having quite an animated conversation as they danced close together. Reading both their body language and lips, I knew he was making a wager of some sort with her. I knew it was about the band as I saw his denial that he had been near them.Then, when the band started singing Come On Eileen, Raylene looked incredulous and gasped out that she couldn’t. Hugh answered, “You made a bet. You have to stick by it.””What here?” She blurted out.”No! Back at the table if you want. You can take your time and do it when everyone is looking the other way.”Puzzled as to what the bet was about, I moved along the wall to get a better view of them when they got to the table. It was risky to get so close, but a group near the door covered me. I peeked out from behind a rather large woman I was hiding behind to see that Raylene was still arguing with Hugh and saying that she couldn’t. But he just shook his escort bursa head, not taking no for an answer. Then, as the guys all turned towards the stage, Hugh nudged her into action, and I watched as she lifted her skirt, hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties and pushed them down to her knees.Quickly, Hugh used his foot to propel them down to her ankles, then trapped them on the floor as Raylene argued she had dropped them, and now she wanted to pull them up again. But Hugh was having none of that and held out until she lifted her feet one at a time, leaving her panties on the floor between them. Hugh bent, picked them up, ran his finger through the crotch, and then slipped the panties into his pocket.That was enough for me, a red haze of jealousy washed in front of my eyes, and I moved forward to accost Hugh. But then I came to my senses and ducked back behind the group, realising that I needed to change my coat for my jersey. Unfortunately, the coat dropped to the floor, and when I bent to retrieve it, a dull pain in my groin told me I had a massive boner. I stood awkwardly, made sure Raylene was facing away from me, and then took a couple of strides to the bar’s front door. Hugh watched my every move, and when I pushed the door and allowed it to swing closed, he alerted Raylene to the fact that I had returned.She turned towards me and asked if everything was all right. I assured her the alarms were sorted and enquired how she was and if the guys had treated her well.She looked a little uneasy but replied, “Yes, they were absolute gentlemen, looked after me and bought me a couple of drinks. I’ve danced most of the time you were away.” Then she asked me if I wanted to dance. My reply was a reflex – No! As I needed to confront Hugh about the panties. She turned and asked Owen to dance with her, instantly making me want to change my response. But it was too late. She was already dragging Owen away.When they were out of hearing, I turned to Hugh and demanded that he give me her panties. He laughed and told me, No! They were his now.With an angry edge to my voice, I told him if he didn’t hand them over, I would drop him there and then. He saw I was serious and handed them over. I slipped them into my pocket, searching out the crotch with a finger. I was not surprised when my finger found a patch of thick goop from her vaginal discharge. It was at that moment I realised I might be in trouble.My unease was multiplied tenfold when I caught a glimpse of Raylene on the dance floor and saw that Owen was again foundling her breast and pinching on her nipples. Then, as they were swallowed up in the crowd again, I saw that she had both hands on his neck and was using her elbows to shield his wayward hands from view.Hugh watched as well and turned to me, “It’s still fifty-fifty if we will nail her, but I think she will crack. What do you think?””The bet is off. This has gone way too far. I’m going to take her home.” And I made to step around him and head for the dance floor. But Hugh stopped me with an arm across my chest, “Calm down, you will cause a hell of a scene, and she will definitely not appreciate that. We will head to my place once they finish dancing. You can talk with her on the way. But you will not renege on the bet. I’ll let you contemplate that as you wait now.”About that time, Liam returned to the table with a young lady. The others all seemed to know her, and he introduced her to me as Emma. She was a pretty little thing, with dark hair and a couple of tattoos on her arms. She took a fancy to me, and I had to wonder if I was being set up, as why would a twenty-year-old chick be interested in an old bastard like me? But I didn’t complain. Some young eye candy was a welcome distraction from my growing unease.Raylene returned, and the glow on her face told me all I needed to know about her last fifteen minutes of dancing. I had seen that glow before and had expected to see it before we tumbled into our bed later that night. But, what really pissed me off, was she seemed annoyed with me. What the fuck had I done? And with what she had been doing with these guys, how dare she be angry with me?Hugh started organising everyone for our departure. He told me his address, which was in Meadowbank. I knew the street; we had passed it on the drive into town that night. Then informed me I was taking Liam and Emma with us and whispered that I was not to even think about sneaking off home, as Raylene had given him our address. As we walked to the car, I tried to overcome my annoyance and have a conciliatory conversation with Raylene. But for different reasons, we were both guarded in our responses, and she pretended to be more interested in talking with Emma.Raylene ushered Liam into the front with me when we got to the car, then climbed in the back with Emma. I was starting to wonder about Emma’s intentions. She had come onto me quite strong, but once she had met Raylene, she had turned her attention to her. And her intentions didn’t seem to be all buddy-buddy, there was a sexual overtone to her friendliness. Ten minutes into the drive, I could smell the beautiful fragrance of aroused cunt, and wondered if it was Emma or Raylene. Probably them both, I thought.The girls were conversing in the back, but I could only catch snippets of their conversation. I tried to strike up a conversation with Liam, but it was a struggle because of the difference in our ages. I did glean a few snippets of information from him, though. He was good friends with a couple renting one of Hugh’s bedrooms. And that though he had only known Hugh for just over a year, he had seen him at the Squash club many times before that.I asked if he knew why Hugh was renting out bedrooms, as I thought Hugh was well off, pointing at Hugh’s M5 BMW we were following.Liam laughed and replied, “His wife took him to the cleaners when they split. She took their beach house down at Mount Maunganui, into which they had poured a lot of money. She got a lot of other assets as well and basically left him with just the Auckland house and his car.”He told me that Hugh often had parties at his house, was a good host, and always had plenty of food and alcohol.