Rock Bottom

Cesar was a lanky well-dressed Hispanic man in his late twenties. He appeared to be a perfect gentleman allowing Sue Ellen to pace their dance. When she moved closer to him bumping and grinding her hips he boldly put his on her waist, surprising me she let him keep it there.

I bit my lip as a jealous pang punched my gut. I guzzled my beer, emptying it in a single swig. I had just put the second beer to my lips when I heard my wife's voice above the music.

"Is that for me?" she asked.

"It sure is," I affirmed and handed the beer to her. I asked coldly, "Who's your friend?"

Sue Ellen introduced Cesar and I reluctantly shook his hand, sizing him up. While my wife chatted with the two interlopers I battled my jealousy by slamming another beer. Sensing my mood she touched my arm and leaned into me saying, "Don't be moody, we can go home."

I looked for a long moment into her face. It was flushed with excitement and she was giddy from the warranted attention she was receiving from the two Hispanics. I chewed my lip as I weighed my insecurities against her much deserved good-time.

Reading my mind again she said, "I might dance with them but I'm going home with you."

"Then go dance," I declared with a laugh. I slapped her ass, a primordial act of possession, as she followed Ramon to the dance floor.

A waitress came by with a tray full of free whiskey shots offered by its distiller as an incentive. I took one and handed one to Cesar. We clinked glasses and I said, "Salud."

Chasing the whiskey with another beer I watched Ramon and Sue Ellen dance. Ramon was a better dancer than Cesar. He was gliding, sliding and popping in time to the music's rhythm. He moved his hips to the beat of the song and his hands were in constant motion.

A slow song began to play and I headed to the dance floor to cut-in on Ramon and dance with my wife. Much to my surprise and irritation, Cesar jostled me aside and beat me to her. Sue Ellen wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her waist. The dance floor was so crowded they could little more than embrace and sway to the music.

Mumbling I return to the table with Ramon. I was sure that Cesar had his hands on Sue Ellen's ass and was grinding into her but the mass of twisting bodies blocked my view. I sucked on my last beer incensed.

Cesar returned to the table while I was still finishing the beer. He subtly and successfully blocked my path to the dance floor ensuring Ramon got the next dance with my wife.

I glared at him and muttered, "Fucker."

Cesar shot me a grin. "Your wife is very sexy, you are a lucky man."

Nodding I noticed his hard-on and bit my lip to quell my growing rage. I turned my attention to the dance floor and Ramon dancing with Sue Ellen. Grinding to the beat of the music his knee slipped naturally between her stocking-clad legs. Simultaneously, he grabbed the bottom of her thighs, leaned into her and picked her up off her feet. This smooth move caused her dress to rise up and give a glimpse of her thong as she slid down his thigh while he humped her.

"Fucker!" I shouted.

Cesar, unaware of my growing fury, patted my shoulder and said, "I told you she was very sexy."

I pushed Cesar as hard as I could into the wall. The cheap drywall fragmented from his body crashing into it and he slid down the destroyed wall gasping for air. I grabbed the bucket, empty of beer bottles but still half-full of melted ice. Spotting my target I slung the contents drenching Ramon with the frigid water. Then throwing the empty bucket at Roman's head I screamed, "Cool off, Fucker!"

Caught by surprise and jolted from his horny notions he was just able to duck the bucket. It continued on its trajectory and landed right in the middle of a pulsating audio speaker knocking out the entire sound system. In the dead air I heard screams and stampeding bodies. Someone tackled me from behind. Everything went black.

Sometime later I awoke with a bump on my forehead. I was lying across a table in someone's office. I heard someone say, "He's coming around."

"Thank goodness," said Sue Ellen, pressing a wet wash cloth against my throbbing forehead. She pulled it off and pressed on my head. She frowned at me as I whined my discomfort. With concern she said, "Other than a goose-egg, I don't think you're hurt, Sweetie." Her tone grew more solemn as tearfully she added, "But, you're in big trouble. Why did you have to start a fight?"

I sat up and Sue Ellen helped me slide into a nearby chair. I was sobering up fast. The room came into focus, a rather large bald black man was sitting at a very expensive desk smoking a cigar. No doubt he was Maurice Rivers, the dance club owner and this was his office. Across the room leaning against the wall were Cesar and Ramon. "Punk finally awake, huh?" asked Maurice. "Lucky nobody got hurt when dey stampeded out of here. Da cops are on da way since some motherfucker, reported gunshots fired."

Sue Ellen replied, "Maurice I'm so, so sorry."

"Sorry just don't get it done, 'sides it ain't your fault, Pretty Lady, it's da Punk's fault." Maurice stabbed the air in my direction with the still burning cigar. "I ought ta get medieval on his ass, he cost me alot of money."

"You did practically put his head through the floor," glowered my wife.

"Yeah, yeah I did," Maurice chuckled then added, "It felt pretty good, too. I don't know why you put up wit his punk ass, you could do a whole lot better."

"I love him," was Sue Ellen's simple but heartfelt reply.

The big man behind the desk stood to his full six-foot-six frame. He easily weighed three hundred pounds, all of it muscle. He was near fifty-years of age with streaks of gray in his neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard and his head was shaved clean. He glared at me and sneered, "Da cops will haul this Motherfucker away and den I'll get me some restitution."

Tears rimmed Sue Ellen's eyes as she pleaded, "Please Maurice, don't turn him over to the police. He'll go to jail for thirty days."

Maurice shook his head, "He ought to be incarcerated. Son-of-bitch assaults two of my patrons, damages a wall and destroys a speaker, lucky the entire fuckin' sound system didn't blow. Den there's all the business I lost tonight. Dat's all, these unruly motherfuckers understand, incarceration and restitution. Trust me, Pretty Lady, I know, I grew-up in da hood."

"Please, Maurice, if he goes to jail he'll lose his job, we'll lose our home," pleaded Sue Ellen. When begging failed she proceeded to bargain, "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my husband out of jail."

"What cha' talkin' 'bout? You talkin' about fuckin'? I love fuck' you bitty gals that are all boobs and butt. Fuckin' is what cha' talkin' 'bout, ain't it?

"If that's what it takes, Maurice."

Maurice sat back down and shoved his cigar into his mouth. For a moment he studied my pretty petite wife while he rubbed his goatee imaging the pleasures of her body and mulling it against his financial losses. Looking for confirmation he asked, "Just ta be clear, your really willin' ta fuck me ta keep your man out of jail?"

"Yes Maurice."

"I don't know. Pussy's one thing and money's another. I gotta lot of property damage."

Sue Ellen unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor stepping out of it she stood before us in just her black thong, stockings and heels. Her pink nipples stood at rigid attention on her bare heaving breasts. The outline of her cunt was clearly visible beneath her thong in a well-defined cameltoe. Audaciously, she ran a finger up and down the folds of her labia. Her voice quivered with fear and excitement, "I think you'll find the pleasure I give you worthy compensation for your losses."

Across the room one of the Hispanics groaned loudly breaking the erotic and surreal spell.

I jumped up screeching, "What the fuck are you doing, Sue Ellen? I'm not going to let you fuck Maurice. I'd rather go to jail first."

Smack! Sue Ellen slapped me with all her might. She seethed, "Carl Wayne Evans, you forfeited any say in the matter."

My legs buckled under me from the unexpected blow, I was already dizzy from the bump on my head. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to refocus.

Mesmerized by wife's luscious body Maurice spoke up, "A fine piece of that white ass will go a long way ta soothin' my hurt feelings. But what about my patrons?" he asked nodding towards the two Hispanics. "I saw dem grindin' up on you, I think dey might be willin' ta drop da assault charges if you fuck them too."

Sue Ellen turned to the Hispanics and asked, "Cesar, Ramon is Maurice's proposal acceptable to you both? You'd drop the assault charges if I fucked you as well?"

In unison they said, "Si."

Without hesitation Sue Ellen said, "Very well but I want to set some ground rules."

"Rules? Do ya really think you're in a position to make rules?"

"Well, can I ask for certain considerations then?" She batted her eyes at him and added, "Please."

Maurice took a drag on his cigar and nodded. "Let's hear 'em."

"First, off I'm not some gangbang slut that all three of you can go at the same time. I'd rather fuck you one at a time."

I struggled back to me feet and loudly interrupted, "Sue Ellen, what the fuck are you doing? I'd rather go to jail."

Sue Ellen backhanded me, knocking me again down into the chair. Her knuckles turned white with rage Sue Ellen as she grabbed hold of the arms of the chair penning me in place. She rested the point of shoe on my crotch and bore weight down on it until my eyes widen in pain. She fumed, "If you go to jail I'll divorce you and you'll never see the boys again."

I wilted under her gaze. The full meaning of my wife's words struck me like a body blow. I gasped for air. Wild-eyed I searched her face for a hint of reprieve but there wasn't any.

"Do you want me to divorce you?" she seethed.

I shook my head negatively and whimpered, "No."

"Then shut-the-fuck-up and sit-the-fuck-still." She glared at me for a moment longer. Then she sighed heavily and turned back around to Maurice. "I'm sorry, where were we?"

Maurice chuckled. "You had just agreed to pull a train with me and my brown brothas. And, you was askin' for certain considerations."

"Yes, considerations," Sue Ellen nodded, "Yes, one at time and alone."

"Alone?"

"Yeah, I'm not putting on some sex show. I'm not going to have you guys hooting and hollering obscenities at me while you're waiting your turn. I'll fuck each of you, one at time, in private. It will make for a more enjoyable and more intimate experience for all of us."

Maurice nodded, "Damn Pretty Lady, you ought to be sales. You sold me. This office should provide adequate privacy, dat way da fellas waitin' their turn can keep an eye on Punk."

Sue Ellen shook her head negatively, "No he stays here. He has to watch."

"What?" Maurice raised his eyebrows in startled surprise and so did I.

"That's his punishment. He has to watch me pleasure you guys. But you guys can't look at him and you can't say a word to him. You just pretend he's not here and it's just you and me."

Maurice chuckled, "Pretty Lady, you gotta mean sense of justice. Remind me not ta piss you off."

Tearfully I whined, "Sue Ellen, please, don't do this."

"Shut up, Carl Wayne," she sneered at me. Then softening her tone she asked the men, "Who has condoms?"

Maurice shook his head, "No condoms, Pretty Lady. I want to feel your flesh against mine, it's bareback or the deal's off."

"Okay, but you have to pull out when you cum."

"Agreed. But, no offense to da Vatos here, I don't share holes with anybody. So we each gona pick a hole ta fuck. One will fuck your mouth, one will fuck your pussy and one will fuck your ass. And, since I lost the most tonight, I get ta choose first and I choose your ass, ain't nothin' better than a fine piece of white ass."

Cesar spoke up, "I have a chica and she would not appreciate me fucking another woman. But, I don't think she would mind if I got a blowjob. I choose her mouth."

"Her sweet pussy is fine with me," said Ramon. His face splitting into a smile from ear to ear.

Sue Ellen didn't object but sought some control in her ravishment. "Okay, but I get to pick the order. Cesar, Ramon and then you Maurice."

The big man chuckled again, he was enjoying himself, and I doubted he had ever met a woman like my wife before. He said, "Just da battin' order I would have suggested."

A bartender stuck his head in the door, "Cops are here, Boss."

Maurice nodded and rose to his feet. He nodded his head at the Hispanics and they all exited out the door to give their statements to the police. Maurice paused before closing the door he said, "Be ready to rock and roll when we get back or all bets off and Punk goes to jail."

After the door closed Sue Ellen faced me. Her glare settled on me like a laser paints a target for a smart-bomb. "What happen tonight? You promised not to get drunk," she sniveled then sobbed, "you promised."

My eyes fell to the floor in shame. "I got jealous. I didn't like Cesar putting his hands all over your ass and I sure didn't like the way Ramon was grinding on you."

"You got jealous! Of them? So what if Cesar and Ramon got a bit too flirty. You're the one I love. You're the one I'm going home with. You know it felt good to be the center of attention for a change, to know that a couple of guys found me alluring after two kids. Besides you're the one I'm going home with. You're the one I love. What's wrong with you?"

Without lifting my eyes I mumbled, "I don't know. I can't stand seeing you with other guys. I'm afraid I'll lose you."

Sue Ellen dropped to her knees in front of me and hooked her forefinger under my chin bringing my head up, she said, "Look at me, Carl Wayne, look at me."

Reluctantly, I complied.

Her blue eyes glowed with warmth as she softly said, "I love you. I chose you. I don't want anyone else. Do you understand?"

Silently, I nodded.

She continued, "I knew your confidence was shaken when we had to get married before we were really ready. In high school you were such a big man on campus then all of sudden you're just another fish in the pond. I understand how that might shake your confidence, but I thought once you got your mechanic's certificate with that the sense of accomplishment, that it would restore some of your confidence. But I guess I was wrong. You know your real problem?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Fear and booze."

"What?"

"When people drink alcohol they usually gain a sense of courage but, it reduces you to your worst fear. The worst fear is the fear of the unknown. You see me dancing and flirting with a guy and you fear I'll go home with him and fuck him and then I won't want you anymore." She let that sink in for a moment, I knew she was right. Then she added with a harsher tone, "Well, tonight we're going cure you of that fear. You won't have to wonder what's like for me to fuck someone else. You're going to witness it, then you'll know what its like and won't have to fear it anymore."

I pleaded again, "Please don't do this, Sue Ellen, don't fuck these guys. Let me go to jail."

Her expression was stone cold. "It's a done deal, Carl Wayne. None of this would have been necessary if you hadn't broken your promise. We could be home right now fucking each other silly but I have to fuck these strangers to keep your ass out of jail. Here's where you grow up. Now, if you say anything while I'm getting fucked, if you do anything to interrupt me getting fucked, or if you leave before the last guy fucks me, I'll divorce you. Is that clear?"

I silently nodded. I had no choice. I relented and she took control. I helped her move some chairs around so that the poker table, the one I had been sprawled on earlier, could be moved to middle of the room.

She had me turn off the overhead light as she turned on the lamp from Maurice's desk and turned it around so it shone on the table. It illuminated the table like a spotlight and cast rest of the room in a dark shadow. She put her hands on her hips and said, "That ought to give you a good view of me getting fucked."

Those words made the enormity of my transgressions and the cost to be paid for those failings excruciating. The dam burst and a flood of tears flowed, I whimpered, "I'm sorry, Sue Ellen, I'm so sorry."

As I cried my wife took me in her arms and held me tight. The rawness of emotion slowly faded and I reconciled myself to the fact that my wife was going to have sex with three strangers to keep me out of jail. So this was how rock bottom felt. After a bit voices could be heard from outside the door, she said, "It's time."

I wiped my face with back of my hand and as she had me take the whiskey bottle from bar in the corner and pour three shot glasses full of whiskey and line them up on Maurice's desk.

Sue Ellen picked up her dress off the floor and draped it over the back of a chair. Reaching behind her neck she unclasped her necklace and handed to me and I put it in my pocket. She ordered me, "Take my panties off."

"Please don't make me," I begged.

"Uh-uh, this is your first act of contrition."

I sighed and dropped to my knees, hooked my thumps in the waist band of her thong and pulled it down her legs. The gusset clung tightly to her wet pussy. I had to give an extra tug to get it down. I noticed her pussy lips were already pouting for attention and glistening with excitement. The heady aroma of her cunt confirmed she was indeed aroused. With questioning eyes I looked into hers.

Glowering at me, she stepped out her panties and said, "When Cesar and Ramon were grinding on me, I got horny. I was so ready to take you home after that last dance with Ramon. Just think we could be home right now fucking each other's brains out. But because you got drunk, others will enjoy the pleasure that's rightfully yours."

Pausing she let me think about that then continued, "Your second act of contrition is to kiss each of my holes they are going to fuck. First my mouth." She bent and I whimpered then kissed her lips. "Now my pussy." She pushed my head into her snatch and I kissed her warm wet labia. "Now my ass." She clutched her buttocks and pulled them open revealing her pretty pink pucker and I kissed her butthole.

There was a loud knock on the door and Maurice's voice boomed from the other side demanding, "Let's get dis show on da motherfuckin' road."

Sue Ellen took a deep breath, pointed to the chair in the dark corner and ordered,"Go sit down, don't say or do a fucking thing or I'll divorce you."

Emotionally devastated I obediently shuffled my way into the corner and took my seat.

She picked up a whiskey shot and downed it. She placed the glass upside down on the desk. At the door she hollered, "Okay, send in Cesar."

The door creaked open and then quickly closed. Cautiously, Cesar came into the edge of the lighted area. He saw Sue Ellen in all her naked beauty leaning her bare buttocks against the table. His voice trembled with excitement, "Qué mujer tan guapa! You are so beautiful."

"Thank you Cesar. Let me help you get out of those clothes."

I sobbed. The agony of what was about to occur shot a bolt of anguish straight into my heart.

"Be quite, Carl Wayne," Sue Ellen snapped at me.

Cesar cast an unsure look in my direction, fearing a surprise attack. He voiced his hesitation, "I don't need to be naked for a blowjob."

Sue Ellen pulled Cesar by the arm toward her, "Don't pay any attention to him, Cesar. He's not going to interfere. Believe me, you'll want to be naked for this, I'm not going to suck your cock like some back alley whore. I'm going to give you oral pleasure like you've never experienced."

He relented and kissed him. It grew more passionate as she unbuttoned his shirt. Shyly he squeezed her breast when she moaned her consent he grew bolder and pinched her nipple which was acknowledged with a louder groan of pleasure from my wife.