From: notmystory@kc.rr.com (notmystory@kc.rr.com)
Subject: {ASSM} New : A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare Chapters 4
                       re-done new chapter (M+/F Wife, NC, Drugged, betrayal)
Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 06:10:08 -0500

This is the second revision of this story. I had written it with the intent
to go all the way to the end. I then received a chapter from shadowwriter and
I kind of liked it so I agreed and posted it and then he went of on some wild
tangent with a bell. Well he has never finished and I can't go down that road.
So here it is it without any of his contributions it will have twelve chapters
and I will go to the end. Chapters 7 & 8 are completely new and revisions have
been made throughout. Sorry for any confusion but these is the way I always
intended the story to go If all goes well I should have all the way to twelve
finished in a week still don't like the end and how I get us there. Who knows.

 
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                      A Husband's Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare
                                  Chapter 4

                           By Notmtstory@kc.rr.com



Monday evening when Jennifer got home, I asked her about her day. She was
still incredibly excited about her new job. She told me about how the first
day had been filled with filling out paper work, and learning about the
company. I asked her exactly what this company did, and she began telling me
about it. Apparently it was a multinational conglomerate, having its fingers
in about everything. They had companies in everything from shipping and waste
disposal, to electronics, food processing, and entertainment.

Jennifer would be working for one of the manager's in their entertainment
division, which was also their marketing arm. Her excitement about the 
opportunities there was obvious. At dinner she told me about all the corny
company videos that she had to watch on the first day. The seventies safety
videos, the eighties sexual harassment video, the nineties overly optimistic
marketing video.

We laughed and joked throughout the evening, just enjoying one another's
company. That evening, and that week for that matter, we had some great sex. I
don't know if it was because I couldn't get the images of Nick and the others
having sex with her out of my mind, or because I perceived that she had lost
some of her inhibitions.

Jennifer came home Tuesday saying she that had made friends with a woman in
her office named Jenna. The two looked almost like sisters, except for Jenna's
massive chest. Jenna sported what she bragged where 38-DD breasts. She said
that it was the best thing anyone had ever bought her. She was quite outgoing,
and very free spirited. She had gone shopping with Jennifer, and helped her
pick out some new clothes for her new job. Although Jennifer had always dressed
pretty conservatively before, Jenna had talked her into several sexy business
suits, that I'm sure she wouldn't have picked out on her own.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, Jenna had been over to
our house from Wednesday evening on, every night including the weekend. She
stayed for dinner on Thursday night, and spent most of the evening trying to
convince Jennifer that she should get a boob job also. Jenna asked my opinion,
as to what I would like to see? Reluctantly I told her that I was happy with
Jennifer's 34-B's. Jenna didn't accept this, and finally Jennifer asked me
what I would like honestly. I admitted that it would be nice if her breasts
were 36-C's or D's. I told the women that anything larger would look freakish
on her otherwise slender body.

Jenna had finally talked Jennifer into "Thinking about it" on the third
day the women had known each other, which was only Jennifer's fourth day at
her new job. The second week Jenna was at our house every night again. I was
glad to see that Jennifer had found a friend at her new job, but something
bothered me about it that I just couldn't put my finger on.

When it was time for Jennifer to leave on Sunday evening, our daughter and I
drove her to the airport. As we said our goodbyes I asked Jennifer to call me
as often as she could, telling her that I would miss her.

Jennifer boarded the small cooperate jet, having said goodbye to her family.
She was accompanied by her boss and several other men whom she had not yet met.
She had only flown a few times, and was overwhelmed by the luxury of the small
plane. Leather seats lined one side of the jet, while a couch and mini-bar
were on the other. She was the only women on board, and found herself alone
with the four men as the plane took off.

She sat and listened, as the men discussed business, and the closing of various
deals. Their conversation was too cryptic for Jennifer to know what deals they
were speaking of. Talk of long term contracts, after the initial investment,
and returns on the investment. When one of the men asked her thoughts on "it."
she replied that it all sounded good to her. Having not been in on the
conversation, to know just what the men where talking about, they laughed and
told her that they where glad that she approved, before moving on to talk 
about sports and family.

Jennifer sat there quietly throughout the flight, not joining in on the men's
conversations. As they approached LA the pilot announced that they would be
landing shortly. The men talked about going and getting a drink, since it was
only 10:00 P.M. in LA. They invited Jennifer along, but she said that she
thought that she would simply go the hotel ,since she was feeling a little
tired. Her Boss then asked her to reconsider, telling her it may be necessary
for her to take some notes, while they discussed some business.

Not wanting to displease her boss, she agreed to join them. Once the plane
landed, they all got into a limousine and proceeded to a private club that one
of them frequented. When they arrived there, they sat around a table and began
talking. They where met by another company colleague, who was sent to get
drinks for the table.

The new man returned shortly, handing out drinks to the men, and placing one
in front of Jennifer, even though she had said she didn't want one. After
several minutes her boss looked at her, and seeing that she hadn't taken a
drink, asked if she didn't like it. She replied that she just didn't drink,
but thanked him for it anyway. He looked at her disapprovingly and said, "Well
that's to bad." Sensing that he was displeased, she took the drink, and had a
sip. Looking at her boss she said, "It's not bad." Thinking what could one
drink hurt. He looked at her and smiled approvingly, happy to have pleased him
she took a larger drink of the liquid. The drink was sweet, and not too hard,
she thought, as she sipped it.

Jennifer nursing her drink had finished it in half an hour. The men had
already drunk two. Seeing that she had finally finished it, someone got her a
fresh drink. Not sure what it was, Jennifer drank this one more quickly. As
the conversation had gotten more lively, the men now sat around laughing and
joking, ignoring her for the most part.

The two drinks had been laced with a drug that made her feel light headed and
out of sorts. Soon she found herself drawn into the men's conversation, as
they turned their attention toward her. They began telling her how beautiful
she was, and what a promising future she had with the company.

As the night wore on, she found herself unable to control her mouth or her
body. She laughed at everything that the men said, and found herself agreeing
with everything that they said. To her amazement, she found herself agreeing
to go back to the newcomer's house for some drinks privately with the men.
Even in her drugged state, she knew what the innuendo of the statement was.
What she found even worse, was her willing vocal acceptance of the offer, even
as she found herself silently telling herself to cry out 'no!'

She found herself wedged between the men as the limo took them to the man's
house. Finding it hard to keep her head up, she leaned against the man to her
right, as the man on her left put his hand on her thigh. She closed her eyes
and began to doze off. She thought she felt someone fondling her breasts, as
she sat there. Opening her eyes, she saw that all of their eyes were looking
at her. She found herself in a dream like state. Her body felt more alive than
she had ever known it to be. Every inch of her skin tingled with excitement,
as she tried to reign in all the sensations overwhelming her mind.

Jennifer looked around the limo at the men staring at her, then instinctively
looked down at herself. Her blouse lay open, and her breasts had been pushed
up and out of her bra. Her nipples stood erect, and were a bright red, at full
attention after having been manhandled. Jennifer, to her own shock, found
herself laughing at her own predicament, which drew a round of laughter from
the men.

As she sat there wondering why she was allowing this to happen, she took
notice of the men around her. Jim Willis, her boss, was a younger man, and not
unattractive either. John and Christopher said that they where from accounting,
from the company's investment group, and both had muscles bulging from their
arms. Ron Charles was a fat little middle manager, for whom she wasn't
sure. As far as to whose house she was now on her way to, she couldn't even
remember his name.

As the limo pulled into the driveway of the plush house, two more men stood
outside waiting. Opening the door, the drugged Jennifer found herself scooted
over the men's lap, to the two men waiting outside the car. As she was pulled
across the men, she found that her ass was being pinched through her business
slacks, and her shirt and bra was removed. To her dismay she found herself
standing half naked in front of the large home, giggling as she heard the
comments from the men.

Once inside, she was seated on the couch, with three men on either side of her.
It felt surreal to her, as if she was hovering over her body, unable to
control it's actions any longer. She was handed a drink, as someone put some
music on. The conversation now completely was centered on Jennifer, as one man
after another would reach out and touch her exposed breasts. She saw the men
filming her conversation, and knew that something was terribly wrong, but found
herself laughing and giggling, as the men continued talking with her and
feeling her up. A pinch to her nipple caused Jennifer to spill her drink on
herself. Someone suggested that she take her slacks off, so that they could
wash them, before the stain set in.

Jennifer knew that it was wrong, but found herself standing up and removing
her slacks, then handing them to someone anyway. Mr. Willis stood up and asked
her to dance, before she was able to sit back down. Finding herself unable to
refuse him, she began to dance with him, now wearing only a pair of panties
and her belly ring. As the song ended, Mr. Willis was replaced with someone
else, and this went on for three or four more songs. In the process, she found
herself being kissed and touched by each of her dance partners.

As a slow song began, she found her current partner replaced by Mr.  Willis
again. This time, as the couple danced, Mr. Willis's hands made their way down
into her panties, and slowly began edging them down her legs, until they
finally fell to the ground. Now completely naked in a room full of men, she
found herself guided, throughout the song, over to the side of the couch. As
he moved around behind her, she heard a rustling sound, just before she was
pushed over the arm of the couch, and gently edged forward, as her legs were
pushed wide apart, causing her to fall forward slightly. Her face landed in
someone's lap, and she found herself looking right at a cock bigger than her
husband's, and it wasn't even hard yet. She felt a presence behind her, then
felt the head of the cock, as it pressed against her cunt opening. Biting her
lower lip, as she felt him press into her, she closed her eyes, her mind
racing with a thousand mixed thoughts, all telling her that she must put a stop
to this, even as her body betrayed her and began to respond to this unwelcome
turn of events.

As she wondered what was wrong with her, she heard the moan escape from her 
own lips. An unmistakable moan of pleasure, as the man behind her began a
steady pace of thrusting into her cunt. She opened her eyes to make sure that
she wasn't dreaming, when she saw the erect cock again, only an inch from her
face. Disgusted by the sight, she strangely found herself drawn to it. A hand
pushed her head down and unbelievable to her was the fact that she opened her
mouth, and took the prick inside of her, as she again moaned in pleasure from
the dick fucking in and out of her cunt.

She found herself rocked back and forth between the two cocks, as they
buffeted her around. Just as she got used to the rhythm of the cock fucking
her cunt, she felt it drive in hard, and then held deeply inside of her. She
seemed to be able to sense every twitch, as if her cunt was super sensitive to
the touch, as his dick began to explode, shooting its seed deeply into her
womb.

A sense of relief washed over her, as he withdrew his cock from her cunt. It
was short lived however, as another one took its place almost instantly. This
new person was rougher than the first one had been, as he grabbed her waist
and forcefully drove every thrust into her, with long, hard strokes. His
violent thrusts making it harder for Jennifer to service the man still stuffed
in her mouth.

She lay there between the two, now knowing that she would be expected to
service all of the men in the room. As her thoughts drifted again, two strong
hands forced her head down, and held it in place over the cock in her mouth,
as he began to shoot his cum down her throat. Watching her gag on the prick in
her mouth, the man behind her climaxed, filling her with his load as well. As
both men pulled away from her, she felt empty and alone. Waiting for who would
be next to use her, as they saw fit.

Seconds passed then minutes, and still no one approached her. Wondering if it
was over, she rolled over. Dazed, she looked around at the men. She saw their
hungry eyes looking her over, but she felt her now empty cunt begging for
attention, it was like an itch, and it needed scratched. Even as she felt the
relief wash over her body, thinking that it was over, she heard herself say.
"Well isn't someone going to fuck me?" she asked. No one responded at first,
they just stood or sat there watching her, as her hands roamed down to her now
empty pussy. She began rubbing herself, but it did no good, she felt that itch
and it was driving her crazy. She tried frantically to fulfill the need she
now felt, but it only served to drive her wilder.

Now a sense of frenzied desperation over came her, and she could no longer
stand it. "Please help me!" she called out to no one in particular.

"Please fuck me! Please!" she begged, so that she could get her release.

Finally her pleas where answered, as a large and well muscled black man, who
she had not seen earlier this evening, approached her. He pulled her legs up
and rammed his cock into her. His thrust was deep and deliberate, his prick
seemingly trying to rip her in two. She felt him inside of her, and her itch
was being scratched, but not enough, as she found herself begging, "Harder!
Harder! Do it harder! Shove that thing into me!"

She couldn't believe herself, but she had to have some relief, and so she
begged, and as that man finished, she begged for the next. She was insatiable
none of the eleven men in the room could satisfy the itch in her groin. They
could only minimize its effects momentarily. She no longer cared about
anything or anyone, as the flashes from the cameras went off, she begged for
more cocks, reaching out for the next, as the one before it was finished. She
could feel the cum running down her thighs, and drying on her body.

Late in the night, she finally collapsed, exhausted from all of her exertions,
and still needing release. Unconsciousness took her, as the group of men
dispersed. Jennifer awoke from the dream feeling dirty and disturbed.
Confusion clouded her mind, as she lay there looking around at the unfamiliar
room.


End chapter 4


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