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Paul
I looked out on the dance floor just to spot Janey. She was dancing with one of the street rats, quite a good looking guy, doing the usual dry humping that passes for dance.
Then as she turned to present her butt to him, and keep in mind that Janey is very sexual when she dances, he decided to take it several levels about the "next" level.
She had probably intended to rub up against him back to front. Given her endowments in her nether regions that move is designed to make her partner very hard – if you catch my drift.
What happened instead was that the guy violently grabbed her boobs and plastered himself to her back. He lifted her and began to carry her struggling off the dance floor, like she was some sort of captive maiden who he was taking home to ravish.
Several of his friends had been standing on the edge of the dance floor, watching the proceedings like they expected that to happen. They cheered and the entire group started en-masse toward the back door with their captive.
I was about to break that up when Janey, who is usually not in need of rescuing, stomped on the guy's foot with one of her five inch heels. He howled, dropped her and Janey then delivered a roundhouse slap that could have been heard in Athens.
The music stopped. The guy grabbed his face and started to come back after her. That was when half the male population of the dance floor intervened.
Janey looked at the guy like he was the proverbial creature who had just crawled out from under a rock. Then she turned brightly to thank the ten or so guys who had ridden to her rescue.
She grabbed the nearest guy in that group by the tie and proceeded to give him what looked like a vertical lap dance. The street rat pack retired angrily to the back of the disco. They looked like they were deciding something.
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Janey
Paul reappeared just as a very handsome local stepped in front of me. I looked at him seductively and began to dance in a way that would bring my ass into contact with his crotch.
Men like the feel of my big round buns against their cocks and I like the feeling of power that I get when they begin to grow against me. That move was an extreme misjudgment on my part.
The next thing I knew I felt a pair of very strong arms around my chest. He was holding onto my boobs like they were handles and picking me up like he was going to carry me off the floor.
I have been in that situation before. A lot of big breasted women have. And we all know how to respond.
I am not very tall but I was tall enough that when I stomped down, with all of the force concentrated at the tip of my 5 inch heel, I thought I could feel something break in the guy's foot.
He howled and dropped me. I have a wicked temper, particularly when I have just been mauled, and so I hauled back 180 degrees and delivered a slap with all of my 118 pounds behind it. I saw murder in his eyes but there were at least a dozen former dance partners between him and me now. So he had to retreat rubbing his jaw.
I chose the biggest of my rescuers and proceeded to "thank" him in a way that I am sure would have his significant other boiling. I know he was.
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Paul
I went back to talking with my new friend. She eyed me speculatively and said, "Your wife had better watch herself. Those guys are here to prey on tourists."
I asked her where she got that from. She told me that she that she got that from her five years working sex crimes in a major American city.
She said that she had seen a lot of victims of gang rapes that started out exactly the same way. She said that, "Sex crimes are motivated by hatred of women, not sex and your wife just humiliated their leader. He is going to have to get some of his macho back now."
Janey was energetically dancing with one of her other rescuers and several other very large men were lining up for the next dance. I was pretty sure none of those guys would let her off the dance floor, let alone into the clutches of the locals. I was very quickly proven wrong.
Janey eventually had to pee. I didn't see it, but she excused herself from her circle of admirers and headed for the girls room, which was up a hall in the back of the building. I had my back turned because I was buying the dog another round of squid. My new friend also had her back turned while she talked with two women who had come on the cruise with her.
Outside it sounded like the storm that had been lurking on the horizon all day had finally arrived. There was no lightning but you could hear the thunder roll, even above the noise of the music. I thought to myself SHIT! We're going to get soaked going back to the boat.
That was when I discovered that Janey had disappeared. It took me a while to size up the entire room but she was nowhere to be seen and believe me, she is immediately noticeable in any situation involving dancing.
Then I saw that none of the street rats was in evidence either. I knew she wouldn't go outside the front door without passing me so I walked toward the lavatories. The dog stayed at the bar working on his appetizer.
As I walked around the corner and into the hall I could see that there was an outside door at the end of it and it was wide open. Janey was nowhere to be seen and the last place she HAD been seen had an open door to a proverbial deluge. So nobody was having a smoke.That set off every warning bell and I went to battle stations.
I walked toward the door and peered up the alley behind the building. There were figures moving around out there in the rain.
It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to reconstruct the crime. They had waited until she was in the hall and then they had forced her out into the alley.
And it was pretty clear that the only dancing that was going to go on out there was going to be a gang rape.
The last door in the hall was the store room. In it were crates of wine. Retsina is nice to drink. But a full bottle of wine can also make an excellent club. I grabbed a bottle from the case and growled to myself, "Don't leave home without one."
Then I ran out the door, trying to keep my imminent arrival a surprise.
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Janey
They attacked me as I started down the hall. They must have guessed that I would have to go to the Ladies Room sooner or later and so they were arranged on the wall on each side of the hall entrance.
If I had thought twice I wouldn't have taken the first step into the hall but I wasn't feeling threatened and I was exhilarated from the dancing.
I had gone two paces up the hall when I heard a whistle and two big guys were moving shoulder to shoulder up the hall toward me. There were three more behind them. I knew I was trapped.
I could see from their eyes what they had in mind for me. I knew that turning my back on them would be lethal so I began to back slowly up the hall until my back came up against a door. I felt the handle.
I reached behind me, quickly opened the door and bolted outside intending to slam it in their face. But the little guy on the right was too quick and he got a foot into the doorjamb before I could get it closed tight enough to get away.
I ran a couple of steps up the alley and into another alley that teed into it.
I was hoping they would go the other way but they must have planned that too since I was now in a blind alley with all of them blocking the only exit.
It was raining like crazy. However, I could clearly hear the leader, the one who I had slapped, telling me in explicit terms all the ways he was going to fuck me and then how many of my holes his friends were going to fill up.
I was terrified but I knew that I had to keep facing them or just surrender and die. Surrender is not in my makeup.
The guy I had slapped made an uncoordinated lunge at me. I don't know what kind of girl he thought I was but that was a really fatal mistake because I caught him fully in the crotch with maximum power behind the kick. His eyes bugged and he fell over to his right, vomiting as he fell.
The guy next to him got tangled up with his falling body and tripped. I caught him dead on the temple with one of the toes of my pointed pumps and although he didn't go completely out he was clearly not going to be a problem for a while.
The rain was coming harder and I could see that three angry men were about to overwhelm my position.
The most threatening guy was on my left and he growled, took a step forward and then his knee inexplicably exploded and he screamed and toppled.
At that second I saw Paul with the fighting fury of his Viking raider ancestors written on his face, holding a broken wine bottle.
He then turned and instantly jammed the jagged neck of the bottle into the stomach of the person in front of me. Blood spurted almost out to where I was standing and the guy shrieked, turned and ran.
I didn't have time to savor that beautiful sight because I was winding up to kick the head off the final guy.
He was several inches taller than I am but thanks to ballet I can leap several feet in the air.
I pivoted and caught him with my instep right on the side of his head. His head rebounded a couple of times off a wall and the pavement and then suddenly it was only Paul and me and the rain. It was all still.
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Paul
I could see that Janey was in big trouble up the alley. However she wasn't reacting like a single female facing five menacing guys.
Rather than screaming in some girly fashion, or trying to run like they wanted her to, she was making a fighting retreat with her troops still in good order.
Her eyes were like those of a western gunfighter tracking her assailants as they advanced. She has the ferocity of the Briton, the iron discipline of the Roman legions, the shrewd courage of the Norman and the calm steadfastness of the Saxon inside that little body. It was all on display here.
Even though the odds were incredibly stacked and there was no help in sight she was Ferdinand Foch at the battle of Verdun, "Hard pressed on my right. My center is yielding, Impossible to maneuver, Situation excellent. I am attacking." Tears came into my eyes watching my wife's courageous stand.
As I was coming up behind the line of people hemming her in I saw the guy who she had slapped make a lunge for her. Janey's right leg was a striking snake and he let loose with a very loud wet groan and toppled sideways holding himself. He was having no luck that night.
Janey herself was instantly locked and loaded back inside her defenses, with her perfect little body coiled like a pit viper waiting for the next attacker. And the look in her eye would have matched the cold pitilessness of the snake.
The guy who was moving to pin her arms stumbled over the first guy and also went down. She summarily kicked him in the head. Then the cavalry thundered up at full gallop.
The obvious problem was the big thug on the right. I knew I couldn't take him in a fair fight. But I never fight fair and that was my advantage.
I have none of Janey's valiant ancestors in my family tree. But I DO have all of the absolute ruthlessness of the German. So without hesitation I swung the wine bottle in a wide arc and smashed it onto the little knob where the MCL connects, on the outside of the knee.
The bottle and the knee exploded simultaneously and he bellowed, screamed and fell to his right as his knee collapsed sickeningly inward.
The guy next to him turned, startled, and got the jagged neck of the broken bottle twisted into the middle of his belly. Try to gang bang my wife will you!
Blood gushed he screamed and ran up the alley.
The heretofore untouched fifth guy, on the far left of the line, had stopped and was gaping at me in astonishment.
At that instant Janey unleashed a thunderous kick to his head. It was a ninja move, but ninjas don't normally do that in a Paris dress and stylish five inch heels. His head hit the wall behind him then rebounded off of the cobblestones in the alley as he fell.
I was seriously thinking "Geez I hope she didn't kill him?"
The guy who had tripped over the first guy jumped up and scuttled frantically away.
The whole thing had taken approximately 10 seconds. It was quiet now except for the screaming of the big guy and the pounding of the rain. The two guys Janey had taken down were out cold and silent.
But she still calmly walked over and kicked each of her victims in the head just for good measure.
I didn't need to do a damage assessment on Janey herself since she was clearly untouched. But her fighting blood was up. In fact I got the distinct feeling that my OWN manhood would be in grave jeopardy until I got her calmed down.
She slowly came back from whatever splendid berserker frenzy she was in, looked at me with those incredibly beautiful eyes and began to cry.
One of the things that I learned about true warriors in my time in Iraq is that they are always frightened, AFTERWARD!
The three men were still lying at our feet. The rain had soaked both of us but I took off my coat and put it around her shoulders anyway as we made our way back up to the alley next to the club hugging each other every step of the way.
I held her against my chest as we started to walk along the "T" part of the alley behind the club. She wept and shook. We had taken three steps when she turned her face up to me and fastened her heated mouth on mine like she was going to try to swallow me.
The rain was coming harder as she frantically undid my belt and unzipped my fly. I knew she had to wash away the image of what had almost happened. She vaulted her long dancer's legs around my waist as she inserted me into her unbelievably hot pussy.
The contrast between her burning insides and the cold rain almost made me blow my wad right then and there. She just held me deep inside her with her strong internal muscles. Then she began to move with frantic abandon.
I clutched her muscular hips while she bucked. I am much bigger than she is but it was all I could do to not drop her. Oddly I was also thinking that I would never have as purely a sexual experience as I was having at that moment.
She was totally open to me on both ends; jaw fully relaxed and mouth wide open, pussy greedily milking me. The heat was incredible. It was too intense to last very long and we came together in perhaps 45 seconds.
She was making sharp little cries as she gyrated then she began to shriek and throw herself around. I would have lost her at that point except she was holding herself to me with her muscular legs and so all I had to do was keep her gyrations from knocking us over.
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Janey
I was truly in shock. I don't know whether it was the brutality of what had just happened or the fact that I had nearly been gang raped. But my mind was simply not processing anything but the rain and Paul's holding me. I knew that I had to have him right there and then or the whole sordid thing was going to overwhelm me and I would be lost.
So I turned my face up and kissed him like he was the only thing keeping me sane, while I dragged what I had to have inside me out of his pants.
As he slid up into me I could feel myself starting to heal. At first I simply had to just feel him inside me but that lit a fire that I thought was going to consume me.
I had to burn the image of what had almost happened out of my mind by making violent love to the man who I loved. I screamed, I gyrated I bucked I acted like a total mad woman; and when I came.
It was not sexual as much as I could feel the situation I had just faced evaporating in the love I felt for this man
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Paul
When we finished, she slid down me to stand wordlessly in the middle of the alley. My furry Greek friend was standing there beside us now, waiting with concern written all over his face.
We made our way down to the beached Zodiac. Since I couldn't get any wetter I walked it out into the water. I clambered over the stern preparatory to starting the outboard when I noticed that there were two shapes instead of one inside the boat.
Zeus, as I decided to call him, was sitting impatiently in the bow looking back at me clearly saying, "I'm wet mon-ami, how about us getting going?"
I didn't know whether he was somebody's beloved pet or what the situation was and I was already 50 feet from shore but I tried to shoo him off. He laughed in my face, doggy style.
Janey was a lump in the middle of the boat. I navigated the Zodiac out to where we were anchored.
Zeus hopped on board like he had been on ships all his life. Maybe he had been? I helped Janey, who was crying pitifully again over the side, tied up the Zodiac and joined her.
I carefully undressed her in the cabin as she cried. I got the wooliest towel we had and dried her off lovingly. I wrapped her in the gun-metal grey cashmere robe that she had bought for beachwear and I brought her a strong brandy in a snifter.
Her sobbing had died down to little whimpers. I got out of my soaked clothes and dried myself off. Zeus was rummaging around the galley. I put on my robe and joined her.
She was lying back on the bed with her feet towards the floor. I slid up next to her on my side and looked down at her.
"That was pretty scary", she said. I nodded.
She said, "I thought they were going to rape me." I mustered the most sympathetic look I could muster, while thinking "men are pigs."
Then she suddenly turned toward me, threw her arms around my neck and clung, fresh tears wetting the front of my robe. I didn't know what would comfort her so I just held her. I knew that she was a strong minded woman and that she would work her way through this.
Pretty soon the crying stopped and I stared hearing little sighs, which got progressively louder until it was obvious that what I was hearing was very aroused breathing.
She slid a little further up and fastened her hot mouth on me. We had fucked in the alley for the very same reason but it felt like she needed to put a closure on things in the place where she felt the safest and with the man she loved.
Her robe had fallen open as she slid up to me and she desperately pulled mine open as she rolled me over on top of her. I was obviously engaged in the process but this was going to be her healing fuck so I let her choreograph the dance.
She slipped me inside her elevated her legs and began circling her hips in a way that didn't feel sexual as much as it felt like she was trying to grind something out of herself.
She was moaning louder and louder. Then she was screaming almost shrieking. Her insides were in turmoil and boiling hot. Then she came with an unearthly screech.
I hadn't really even begun to get started, let alone worked myself up to cum. She pushed violently out from under me, disengaged from my arms and lay there looking like a total crazy woman. Then she burst into hysterical tears.
I pulled her back in and held her like I was never going to let her go, which in fact just happens to be the case.
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Janey
I was close to unconscious all of the way back to the boat. I remember Paul loading me in the Zodiac and I could feel him tugging it off the shore and clambering over the side. All I could do was weep for lost innocence.
He helped me over the transom and into the cabin. I was not processing any aspect of the situation.
My soul was crushed.
He gently undressed me, dried me off an wrapped me in a robe. The love and concern in his eyes was all that was keeping me from exploding into a thousand little pieces. He handed me a brandy and I drank it in one gulp. It began to warm my insides.
He lay down on the bed next to me in his robe and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had to cry it out of me. He held me gently pouring his strength into me. I could feel his masculine energy, his confidence and his total capability as a man. It was replacing the desolation of that alley.
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