Third Anniversary

Plans don't always work out the way they are meant to, sometimes plan gone wrong have a great impact on lives. This was their third anniversary and they planned to go to a really nice restaurant and have a great time. The place they'd picked was downtown and was usually crowded, put they made reservations well in advance and should have a table waiting on them. Steve was nearing 27 and owned his own contracting company where he was the only employee and his young wife Amanda was 24 and beautiful. He loved her long blond hair and her thin figure, lately he loved showing her off, and she like being showed off, nothing more than dressing up in really sexy clothes and going dancing or out clubbing. This night was special though, and they were going to have dinner and dance a little then come home and make love. She always excited him; during the three years of marriage they made love at least three times a week, sometimes more. And now they added to what was becoming somewhat regular sex the excitement of seeing other guys check her out in some fairly skimpy outfits.

She wasn't inexperienced when they met, she had been with a few guys before, but they fell in love and knew they were meant for each other. He was an easy six foot two inches tall, his build was muscular, but what she liked was how he didn't consider himself bigger or stronger than other guys, he thought of himself just like everyone else. This next year they were planning to have a family, but for now they were just happy having fun with each other and enjoying having the freedom to go out and have fun without any responsibilities to keep them home.

Amanda came down the stairs that night wearing a flowery dress that came down to mid thigh; it was a flowing skirt with straps over the shoulder. It zipped up in the back and came down just above her breast. She wore white stockings that came up to near her panties with matching heels that changed her stance to show her butt better.

"Wow!" Steve exclaimed as he took in the sight before him. "You're hot."

"Thanks." Amanda smiled back at him, "you apparently like, huh?"

"Yeah," he drooled over her with a quizzical look on his face. "Are you wearing a slip and bra under that?"

"Of course, silly." She answered him; she knew he wanted to show her off, the more the better with him it seemed. He'd have her go naked if she'd go along with it. "This dress is practically see through." She stated.

"Well, you don't have to be so conservative sweetie." He explained to her, "Relax a little and enjoy yourself."

"What do you want me to do, go naked?" she jokingly asked.

"No," he answered smiling. "But lose the slip or the bra, one of them." "Okay." She answered slowly. "I'll take the slip off, but you'll see, this dress doesn't hide much." She turned and went back up to the stairs to remove the slip. It didn't take long and she was back down for Steve's inspection.

"How does that look?" she asked him.

"Great!" he exclaimed. Even with the dim light in the living room he could see her panties and bra, they were lacey and matching. The bra barely came up above the nipples of her tits, and he could make out the aurora of the nipple easily. The panties were equally as revealing, it was obvious that she was not a natural blond.

"Looked to me like I was practically naked in the mirror." She said with caution in her voice. "Are you sure about this, won't everyone be able to see me?"

"No," he lied, "I can barely see though it and the restaurant will be pretty dark as well."

"If this is what you want." She said knowing he was lying. "You want me to go out naked then I'll do it for you." Her voice was a little sterner than she intended.

"Don't worry about it." He reassured her, "you're not naked and I'll be with you."

"Oh!" Amanda suddenly exclaimed. "We're running really late, let's get going." And with that she grabbed her small hand bag and headed for the door. Steve grabbed his camera and followed her out the door. He snapped a picture of her walking toward the car, and looked at it in the camera screen, yep, he could see right through that dress.

She smiled as she got in the car, she loved to be check out. The restaurant was a fairly long ride away and she began to think as Steve drove. She really enjoyed going out in skimpy or sexy clothes, and she would go out naked if Steve insisted, but she'd be scared. She didn't really let Steve know that she would seriously go naked because if she did he'd probably want her to. This all started after last summer when they had a party at the house and after the party things got a little carried away. She remembered most of what happened, but she told Steve she did not. She, Steve, and two of his friends were left behind late at night after the party; they were smoking dope and drinking. She found herself sitting on the couch between the two friends and Steve sitting across the coffee table from them.

They were really stoned and one of his friends was feeling up her thigh and she was just sitting there enjoying it. She had on a short dress and was thinking nothing about it; her mind was gone as was everyone else's. She was looking at Steve across the table as his friend kept pushing his hand further and further up her leg. When his hand touched her panty covered pussy she moaned out loud still staring at Steve, she opened her legs to allow Steve's friend better access. Suddenly the other friend was kissing her neck and unzipping her dress. It must have been the dope, because she just stared at Steve as his friend pulled down her dress and undid her bra. She was sitting there topless while one guy was kissing her breast and the other guy was rubbing her pussy through her now wet panties. She just stared at Steve as the two guys pulled her dress down past her waist and dropped it to the floor, then they pulled her panties down and off her feet and she was sitting there naked being fondled by two guys while Steve watched. She wasn't going to stop them, she was going to let them fuck her right in front of her husband and it didn't appear that he was going to stop them either.

One guy was rubbing her clit and inserting fingers into her pussy and the other guy stood up and undid his pants. It must have been when his hard cock sprang out in front of her face; she was going to suck it when her husband suddenly seemed to wake up. He told both of them to get out and seemed really angry. She was confused and covered up herself with her dress as they apologized on their way out the back door. As soon as the two were gone Steve was back over to her, he quickly stripped and fucked her on the couch really hard cumming quickly, then took her to bed and fucked her again slower. She knew it had turned him on to watch his friends play with her, but he never mentioned anything about it since then and she never brought it up either. But she fantasized about Steve watching her get fucked all the time; she just never admitted that to him. Since then, for the last year Steve began taking her out in more and more revealing clothes, he began to let her dance with other guys and would take her home and fuck her hard afterwards. She wanted to ask him if he fantasized about the same thing as she did, but she was afraid after how quick he'd turned on his friends at that party.

"Hey sweetie," Steve's voice broke into her thoughts. "Where'd you go?"

"Just thinking about the fun time we'll have tonight." She lied.

"Well, we're here." He announced as they pulled into the parking lot up to the front entrance to the valet parking attendant.

"We're really late." She said as she got out of the car into the lights of the entrance. The two parking attendants were checking her out and she turned away from them blushing.

"It'll be okay." He reassured her as he tossed his keys to one of the attendants who were smiling widely looking at his wife. He felt himself stir knowing these two guys were enjoying the sight of his beautiful wife.

As they walked in they were met by the maitre de. "Reservation for Tremmons." Steve told him.

"I'm sorry sir." The maitre de said after looking the reservation list. "It seems you are over an hour late and your table has been given to someone else."

"How long do we have to wait for another table?" Steve asked with a bit of an edge in his voice.

"I'm afraid we are booked for the rest of the night." The maitre de answered discreetly looking over Steve's wife, but not discreetly enough that Amanda didn't notice.

Steve reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of twenties, palmed them to give them to the maitre de who just stood back and looked somewhat insulted. "I'm sorry sir, but even a large tip will not change the fact that there will be no table available tonight."

Steve felt insulted, his anger was rising, but he was able to control it. He had no choice but to leave, so he pocketed his twenties and turned to Amanda. "Come on." He said, "Let's go." He took her hand and led her back out to the valet parking attendants.

Before he could ask one of the attendants were handing him his keys, his car had not been moved; apparently they knew the situation before Steve and Amanda went in. One of the attendants was a large long haired blond guy who was just taking his vest off. "Hey you guys looking for a place to eat?" he asked in a helpful way.

"Yeah." Steve answered somewhat down from the scene inside.

"There's a place about a half mile down the road on the left." He offered. "Not as glitzy as this place, but the food is okay and they have a good size dance floor. You might check it out; it's nicer on the inside than outside."

"Thanks." Steve said as he tried to make eye contact with the guy staring at his wife. He smiled as he opened the door to the car and let his wife in.

They drove down the road to the other place, he was right, it was nicer inside than out. The parking lot was gravel; the building looked run down, but once inside it looked pretty good. The tables were covered with white table clothes with a nice setting on them ready for customers, the bar side was jammed with what looked like couples and a lot single men. A man in a bartender's apron met them just inside the front door, "You guys want to eat you'd better grab a table, we are about to close the kitchen." He told them with what seemed like a little annoyance.

"Thanks." Steve said and they proceed to the first empty table closest to the dance floor.

The same guy took their order and brought them their food before going back to the bar to serve the drinking crowd. They could hardly hear to talk as they ate the greasy burgers and equally as greasy fries, the washed it down with beer. Every time they emptied their mugs, the overweight bartender showed up with fresh mugs of cold beer. "The food isn't great," Steve shouted, "but the service is great."

Amanda nodded in response; her thought was the bartender kept coming over there to take another look at her body. It was one thing to appear this way in a classy place, but it really seemed scary in this place.

After they ate, they got up and danced to a slow dance, Steve pulling Amanda in close to him feeling of her ass on the crowded dance floor. Whenever the dance lights came on he could see right through her dress and each time he got harder watching his almost naked wife dance before him. After the dance they sat back at their table and drank a few more beers, Steve was getting a little buzz, but he could tell Amanda was really feeling the beer hit her.

He smiled at her as she got tipsy, a tipsy Amanda was a horny Amanda; he was going to love it when they got home. Nearly every single guy here was checking her out and a few of the guys with their girls or wives were doing the same. She looked hot out there on the floor. The dining room lights were off so they were sitting partially in the dark where she couldn't be seen as well.

"Hey man, you mind if I dance with your hot lady?" a voice said in his ear. He turned to see the parking attendant who sent them here standing right next to him holding a beer.

"No," he smiled at the guy. "If she wants to dance, go ahead." He walked around to Amanda and said something in her ear, then she looked at him with a question on her face, he just nodded and she smiled. Amanda got up and he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

Steve drank down his beer and another was brought to him, the song was a fairly fast one and he watched Amanda dance with the blond guy who kept his distance except for a hand on her side whenever he got the chance. He expected them to come back to the table after the dance, but they didn't. The next song was a slow one, and they danced close together but not pressed together. He could see Amanda smiling and talking into his ear and him doing the same, she was having fun at last he thought to himself as he accepted another beer from the bar tender.

The were almost in the middle of the floor when he saw the two of them were now pressed together, as they turned he could see the blond guy had both his hands on her ass and was pressing himself into her. He wondered if he should interrupt them and rescue her, but as they turned he saw a big smile on her face so he decided not to.

The bartender came over and by shouting in his ear explained that he was sorry for the less than great food they had gotten and they had decided to make it on the house. Steve like this guy, and thanked him, when he turned his attention back to the floor he couldn't see Amanda anymore.

He got up from the table and began to work his way around the dance floor. He didn't notice the bartender watching him intently as he did. Finally on the far side of the dance floor he spotted the blond guy who was pressing his wife up against the wall kissing her. The beer hadn't gotten to him that much and his anger began to swell inside him, he rushed up on the two of them quickly. He noticed the guy had his hand up under his wife's dress almost up to her panties, she didn't seem distressed but she was pushing his hand down even though he kept pushing up. Just as Steve got there he could see her give up as the blond guys had covered her panty covered ass with his hand. Neither had noticed him there, he was almost transfixed looking at the situation till he saw the blond man slip his hand inside his wife's panties onto her bare ass. "Hey Amanda!" he shouted louder than he intended. She quickly broke the kiss and looked really upset as she tried to pull away from the blond guy. He was slow to let go of her pulling his hand out of her dress looking at Steve with a big smile on his face. He turned and kissed Amanda on the forehead and said something Steve couldn't hear then he turned and walked away.

"Come on." Steve said as he took her hand, she was flushed all over and Steve knew that meant she was really excited and well as embarrassed. He led her back to the table where he tried to talk to her but the music was too loud, so he gave up as they enjoyed a beer together.

The music level went down after a while and they began to talk and enjoy each other's company. They didn't talk about what had happened with the blond guy, partly because they knew they'd talk about it later and mostly because they still wanted to have a good time together.

They didn't notice when the music went off, nor when the crowd began to leave, they just kept talking about plans and things until suddenly Steve noticed they were about the only ones left in the place. He looked over at the bartender, he seemed content to let them sit and talk for the moment, but Steve was sure the guy wanted to go home.

They finished their beers and got up to leave. "You guys leaving so soon?" the bartender asked as he came around the bar to stand in front of them. Steve began to fish out the twenties in his pocket to pay him for all the beers. "No, on the house remember."

"You're closed right? Thought we'd clear out so you could go home." Steve smiled at him. "Can I at least tip you for the great service?"

"Yeah, tip me." The bartender suddenly had an evil smile on his face. "That's what I was thinking too, just sit down, the party begins now." He ordered.

"What?" Steve asked turning towards the door and realized there was two guys blocking their exit. One was the blond guy and the other was a smaller red headed guy, they were both grinning as well.

"You sit down!" the bartender ordered Steve, "And you come here." He said to Amanda as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.

"Get your hands off her asshole!" Steve yelled back at him his anger rising to rage. He began to move forward when the two other guys grabbed him and pulled him back.

Amanda was really tipsy and stumbled towards the bartender as she looked back at Steve being held away from her. "Let him go." She whined as the bartender pushed her toward the table next to theirs.

"Calm down hubby." The bartender instructed him. "You can sit and have a beer while me and my boys fuck your little lady here." He laughed as he began feeling of Amanda's ass while Steve struggled to get free. He turned Amanda around to face Steve and his two captors and nodded to the blond guy. The blond guy smiled and with his free hand suddenly hit Steve in the stomach as hard as he could. Steve bent over from the blow as much as he could, his face turned beet red, he felt like he was gonna puke out all the beer that was in him, he struggled to get his breath and hold back the contents of his stomach. After a few minutes he recovered and managed to stand back up to face the bartender, the blond guy was smiling broadly. The blow had taken a lot of fight out of him for the moment, but it had a bigger effect on Amanda. There was a look of horror on her face.

"You like that?" the bartender asked her.

"Leave him alone you creep!" she yelled out.

The bartender put his hand around her shoulders and turned her towards him, "You want your hubby to get hurt more?" he asked with sympathy in his voice.

"No." she whispered as she shook her head. "Let him go, pleeaseee." She pleaded with him.

"We will." The bartender said softly to her. "But first you have to do what we say, okay?"

"What do you want?" she asked even in her intoxicated state she knew.

"Tell your husband to relax while we fuck you." He smiled at her.

She looked in his eyes looking for any sign of mercy and found none, she knew what he was going to do. "Steve, relax and take it easy, I'll be okay." She said to him softly.

"That's not what I told you to tell him." The bartender corrected her.

"Steve, relax while these guys fuck me." She said hanging her head down defeated.

"Bring him closer so he can watch." The bartender instructed and the two guys walked Steve up close to Amanda and the bartender but not close enough to reach them.

The bartender turned Amanda round to face Steve, their eyes locked as the bartender unzipped her dress. She stood still as he pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor. Steve looked into her eyes and saw she had given up to the situation and would not resist them anymore. He desperately began trying to think of a way to get lose from these two goons.

The bartender unclasped Amanda's bra and slid it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor and the bartender began to feel of her tits. Her nipples responded right away by getting hard and standing out, she loved for her nipples to be played with and it was hard to resist getting aroused as the bartender pulled and twisted them.

Steve was really upset watching Amanda standing there in nothing but her panties letting the bartender play with her tits, he could tell by the wet spot on her panties that she was getting excited, what bothered him more was the fact that he was getting hard watching this guy molest his wife.