gbtz896
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Okay, I loved this thread so much that I had to write a short story inspired by it. It's fiction, although some of the details of my wife are true. I hope that some of you guys and gals get some enjoyment out of it - I certainly enjoyed writing it! Please let me know what you think, as it's my first effort at fiction of this kind.
THE BAR FIGHT
My wife’s name was Kim. She’s British born Asian, with alabaster skin, a svelte petite frame and a truly beautiful face. This is the story of how I lost her in a bar fight.
Kim was a gorgeous girl, sometimes quiet or shy, but with a feisty streak too. Of course guys were always after her, and she could be flirtatious with those she liked. But at the end of the day she’d married me, and I thought we were together for life. She liked to travel and explore, but had never been to the States. So when we’d been married a couple of years we agreed on a trip to New York, as part of a sort of second honeymoon. After a day of sightseeing we decided to go out on the town. Kim loved to dress up and especially to show off her slender white legs. That night she wore a pretty summer dress, and little white strappy open-toed shoes. She looked great, and she was mine. Or so I thought.
Kim liked adventure, so we traveled out to explore one of the more “salt of the earth” night spots. We found an interesting looking bar – one with “character” - and went in. Once inside I wondered whether it looked a little too rough for our taste, but since we’d walked in it might be odd to do a U-turn and leave right away. So we ordered a couple of takes at the bar. The takes arrived, I took a toilet break, and left Kim with her take for a few moments.
When I came back, there was this guy talking to her. This was no big surprise really. Of course Kim got approached a lot, and I almost expected it if I left her alone. But this was no ordinary rival. This was a tall black guy, and I could see his muscled torso bulging through his t-shirt. He obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. Now I’m no weed, but I’m not a tough guy either, and don’t have much experience with real fights. I was used to guys chasing Kim, and knew how to play it cool and friendly. So I came over and just said “hi”, expecting that once he realized we were together, he’d back off. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Instead he glanced dismissively in my direction, gave a cursory “hi”, and carried on trying to talk to my lady. What’s more as he did so, he put his hand on her arm. By this stage I was starting to get nervous because I was clearly no match for this guy if it came to blows. But I had to do something. I said, as neutrally as I could: “hey, that’s my wife, you know?” and took her other arm, protectively. But he didn’t back off. He let go of Kim, and stood to face me, his legs set square apart. “Yeah? Well she is one beautiful lady. So what the hell is she doing with you?”.
To be honest I was terrified of getting into a fight with this guy in a strange bar, and by this stage I just wanted us to leave. I thought Kim would want that too. “I don’t want any trouble, let’s just leave honey” I said, and started to walk away with her hand in mine. But to my complete surprise, Kim she didn’t quite follow as I’d expected. She held back momentarily. In that second I stopped, turned around and looked her straight in the face. In her eyes I saw hesitation, confusion, and a twinge of excitement. I was shocked. It was almost as if she wanted to see me get into a fight.
The big guy seized his moment. He walked straight up to get and pushed me hard in the chest with both of his large hands. I let go of my wife’s arm as I flew to the floor, and heard a sharp intake of breath from her. This guy was strong, and I knew I was going to have to defend myself. I picked myself up and ran straight at him, swinging a fist towards his broad jaw. “Boom!”, he stepped to one side, almost lazily, and slammed a heavy fist into my stomach. A small sound from Kim again. I fell to the ground, and he followed up with a sharp kick to my ribs. I was on the ground on my hands and knees, winded and wanting to wretch. My wife stood close close by, her feet in my line of vision – pretty slender toes, nails painted pale pink, protruded from her sexy strappy shoes. But she didn’t bend down to help me or try to stop the fight. She didn't say anything. She just stood there, startled, and I noticed that her breathing was heavy. What was she doing?
By this time the patrons of the bar had cleared a space. I thought that bouncers or someone else might help me at this point, but no – people we standing round watching. It must be that type of bar. I was down and the big guy could have kicked me some more, but he chose not to. I shuffled away and managed to get to my feet. The guy stood there next to my gorgeous wife, smiling and thumbing towards her. “This is your wife? Well I’m gonna kick your wimp ass right in front of her. I’m gonna toy with you boy. She’s gonna watch while I kick her husband’s bitchy little white ass all over this room”.
Kim’s eyes were wide, and she had a half-smile. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The guy raised his fists, and mocked me with his grin. From the way he was holding himself, I had a very bad feeling he’d spent time in a boxing ring. But I had no choice but to do my best. No one was going to help me, not even my wife from the looks of things. I put my fists up too, and he closed in. I swung, he dodged easily, and slapped me hard in the face with an open hand. He could’ve punched me and sent me down, but he chose not to. He wanted to slap me, to humiliate me, and to prolong that offense. He circled, then another slap to the left cheek, and then the right. I was furious, but increasingly terrified. I charged at him swinging my arms again and again, but all my blows missed or glanced off his arms. Two more easy slaps to my face. “Man you are weak! You’re a girl! I’m fightin a little girl!!” he laughed as he danced around me.
Kim had moved her position, to better watch the fight. Now she was smiling openly. Her eyes were gleaming, and she was subconsciously rubbing her forearm over her nipple. To my horror I realized she was loving this.
I was outclassed, and starting to get desperate. I grabbed a beer bottle from a nearby table, advanced on my tormentor, and swung it. But he was too quick and far too strong. He caught my arm, and punched me directly in the chest. If he’d used his full power the fight could have been over, but I could tell he was holding back some. He didn’t want it to end quickly. He had let me keep my bottle, too. “Come on little girl!” he taunted. I swung again, but this time missed completely. He slapped me three times in the face, again refusing to punch me. He wanted to show the room – and especially Kim – how weak I was. He wanted to own me, and he wanted my stunning little wife to see it. And from the look of her now, she wanted to see that too. My face was red and I was dazed. I looked frantically at Kim, who was following us around the room now. Her hand had strayed gently near her crotch, her beautiful eyes were euphoric. She didn’t want to miss one second of this, and was gasping with arousal at every slap I endured.
“Your wife is enjoying this!” the big guy laughed. “She wants to see me whup you some more! You know that?”. He looked directly at her, and to my utter disbelief she smiled and nodded. She wanted to see me beat some more. At this the guy walked straight over to Kim, grabbed her, and kissed her. An excited cry escaped her sultry lips. She was all over him. Her leg went up his leg, she was losing control, pressing her crotch against his thigh. They kissed deeply. On-lookers were amazed. A few laughed with shocked disbelief. But no-one spoke or intervened.
Fury rose in my belly, fury at this shameless bully but more at Kim’s brazen betrayal. I charged wildly at the two of them together, but as I arrived he turned, placing his muscled back between myself and my wife. My fists plunged into his back, I aimed for the kidneys. But this man was a seamistered fighter, and could absorb my untrained blows with ease. He quickly swiveled and punched the side of my face, sending me staggering towards the bar. Next thing I knew, he had me in a headlock.
He had me now, and he was going to have his fun with me. He began dancing around the room with me, completely helpless, shouting out “Who’s my bitch? Who’s my little bitch now?” His arms were like steel. He only needed one arm to headlock me, so the other was free to maximize my offense. He slapped my face and the top of my head with his free arm. He “noogied” me. He led me to a wall, and smacked it a few times with the top of my head. All the while my wife followed closely behind, obviously horny and elated. By now she was encouraging him. “Yes” she giggled. “Do it again”. “Hit him more”, she moaned with deep arousal. She was out of control, and I was their sport.
He took me directly in front of her, still in the vice-like headlock. “Hey, you want to slap your little wimp of a hubby, for being such a useless weakling?” “Yes” she smiled quietly. And there in front of a roomful of shocked onlookers, my petite wife slapped my helpless face, laughing all the while, her obvious arousal driving her forward. “You like that?” she mocked. “What you gonna do about it? Huh? How you gonna stop me? You like that?”. I still could simply not believe this, and growled with anger.
“What’s the matter, honey?” she mocked. “This is what happens if you can’t fight, you know? Maybe you should have tried a bit harder?” She slapped again, more giggling. “Can’t do anything? Huh?” Slap. And then she decided to up the stakes: “I think you should say Thank You” she said to me, flashing her giggling eyes at my huge tormentor. Well there was no way I was going to do this. But the big guy caught on with total glee. He was not going to let this go. And neither was she. “SAY THANK YOU OR I WILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE” he shouted. He started jumping up and down with me in a headlock, careening around the room, causing tremendous pain in my head and neck. He returned to where Kim was standing, prettily. “THANK YOUR WIFE FOR SLAPPING YOU, NOW” he said. And I said it: a quiet little “thank you”. “Louder!” she demanded with glee. I said it louder. She slapped me again – “thank me!”. I did. And she slapped me again. And I had to thank her again. And she slapped me once again. And I had to thank her once again.
This went on until Kim had had her fill. Then they were kissing again. I was still in a headlock. The pain was building in my face and neck, hot red pumping through my eyes. My arms were fixed on his one arm which held me primisterer, desperately trying to loosen his grip to allow me to breathe some. I was dizzy and confused. And Kim was all over this guy now, her arms thrown around his neck, her tongue pushed deeply between his lips, their bodies intertwined. “I want you” she breathed purposefully, her eyes brimming with lust. “I’m yours, my body is all yours, you can have whatever you want, take me tonight”. “You bet I will beautiful!” he replied. Her hards were all over his thickly muscled shoulders. Her hips were grinding against his crotch, both right next to my aching and still headlocked head. I could smell her. They kissed passionately again, she was moaning with open pleasure.
“Now gorgeous” he said, “before I take you home and fuck you silly, what would you like to see me do with this piece of cuckolds brownie?" She paused, smiled again, and replied: “First, I want him to kiss my feet and thank me for fucking you”. She giggled. “Then, I want to watch while you beat the cuckolds brownie out of him”.
He laughed with approval. I swallowed, trying to fight my fear. Before I knew it I was face-forward on the dusty floor, this huge guy sitting on my back, with both my arms pinned behind it. Kim stepped forward. “Kiss” she giggled. I was a beaten man, and in no position to argue. The big guy was pressing on my arms, hard up towards my head, and the pain was intense. He could break them if he wanted to. I was totally helpless. So I kissed the perfect toes of my wife’s left foot. The big guy pressed harder. “Now the other” she smiled. I complied. Then my captor's arm was around my neck, and he was hoisting me upwards. For a moment my face came close to my wife's. “Wait, one more thing” she said. He held me there, her smiling face approached and she spat directly in my face.
“Now I want to see you really hurt him” she said. And he did. This time the big guy didn’t hold back. He pummeled me into oblivion. I didn’t last long at the mercy of his massive boxers fists, slamming repeatedly into my face and ribs. I ended the night *** and hospitalized, with a broken nose and several fractured ribs. Kim had loved every second of it, and ended the night with the fuck of her life. I never saw her again.
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