The Friday nights we so used to look forward to when we were younger seem not so prominent nowadays. Could be the getting old process starting or is it that we've seen it all before. The same TV shows on telly, repeated from the eighties, which weren't even all that great the first time round. Well I'm a believer that life usually throws you something good from time to time and in the least expected way, therefore when it does you just have to go with it or lose out completely.
My story begins on a cool summers evening in late August. The sun was still in the sky but it had lost its heat. The shadows were lengthening and the last traces of barbeque smoke clung to the still air.
On my 'things to do list' for that Friday night, I had to go to my friend's house to pay a small debt. I had been meaning to go all week but lethargy had stopped me or perhaps subconsciously I knew that Friday night might contain something a bit different. Who knows? But what I do know is that when I arrived in my mate's street I saw a taxi drive off. I was pretty sure I glimpsed Shirley, my friend's wife, sitting in the back with another female.
As I stood at the door waiting for my mate, Barry, to answer I heard a car door slam and the click click of someone in a hurry. I turned to see Shirley rushing down the path obviously dressed up for a night on the town.
"Just go in. He's probably out the back," she offered. " I've forgotten my purse. Trinny and I are out with the girls tonight," Shirley spoke over her shoulder as she hurried into the house.
I gave a low long whistle under my breath.
"Nice little black number, short and sexy with curves in all the right places as well." I half spoke, half whispered, unsure of the response I would receive.
"I found it. What was that you said?" She turned and slowly looked me up and down, her haste obviously forgotten. I felt awkward in my own skin under her gaze. I shifted uncomfortably thinking desperately for something to say. Suddenly, not waiting for an answer, she winked at me, and left the house shouting, "Don't drink all the wine!"
With Shirley gone I turned to see Barry also watching his wife's departure. "Your wife's looking special tonight, old boy."
Barry looked at me with a wry smile.
"What's wrong?" I asked unable to fathom the look on his face.
"Only time she dresses up is when she's out with the girls." He spat bitterly.
"They're all the same. At least Shirley's got the kit, you don't have any decent clothes, you bugger."
Fortunately, Barry had the good grace to smile.
"Come on and get a bottle of wine opened. It'll cheer you up." I suggested.
Handing over the money I owed him, I followed him through to the living room.
We sat for ages chatting, drinking and listening to CD's. Before we knew it we had finished two bottles of Hardy's Shiraz and were on the verge of opening a Spanish Rioja.
"Shirley's dress..." I started, not sure what I was going to say next but fully aware that the wine had loosened my tongue quite a bit. I tried to concentrate on the corkscrew I was twisting into the top of the bottle. The half finished sentence lay between us until at the same time as I pushed down on the levers of the opener I spewed out. "Your wife's completely fuckable, you know."
The words were out; I could do nothing to retract them. I waited for Barry's reaction. Expecting a verbal assault I was amazed when he replied.
"That's true my friend and I shall let you into a little secret. She doesn't wear anything under that little dress of hers. She has her hold-ups on and nothing else."
His words landed on me physically. A veil of heat covered my body; I could feel my mouth drying and my cock stiffen. My thoughts raced as I imagined Shirley slowly lifting the hem of her dress to reveal a shapely thigh and a ...
"She'll probably be out for quite a while still." Barry interrupted my thoughts. "Did you bring the DVD you said you were getting?"
"Hey you know me too well. Here it is fresh from France. Stick it on and I'll pour the wine."
I hadn't watched the film before and was more than happy to sit with Barry to watch it especially if it took my thoughts away from his wife. As the film started I realised that it was the same usual oh's and ah's with the compulsory dodgy scripts and painful music. Realising I had wasted my money I relaxed back into the couch only to sit straight back up again when a raven-haired beauty with an uncanny resemblance to Shirley entered the scene.
Wearing a blindfold she was led into a darkened cellar lit only with flaming torches dotted around the stone walls. Two men guided her through what appeared to be a torture chamber. The music became slightly macabre as the two guys ceremoniously strapped the girl to what looked like a medieval rack. I witnessed her struggling as they roughly tightened the leather straps around her wrists and ankles.
One of the men picked up a large knife that had been lying on the floor next to the wooden structure. With a quick flick he cut through the skimpy outfit the girl had been wearing and pulled it roughly from her body. He ran his hand over her tanned body and I could see her golden skin glistening in the torchlight. The muscled man cruelly grabbed at her breast and squeezed her nipple until she let out a little yelp.
"Who are you?" Questioned the girl in a frightened voice. "Where am I?"
"You are in hell and I am your worst nightmare, if you want it to be like that. You also have the choice of enjoying yourself. It's up to you." The man hovered over her clutching the knife. He ran it up and over her torso tracing the lines of her ribcage.
The girl could only shiver.
I have to admit I watched in fascinated horror. I truly believe that girl was a part of the film without her knowledge. The fear on her face and the petrified way she shivered was not the normal level of acting you got from porn stars.
I glanced over to Barry and I could see he was also having some misgivings about the film.
It was like slowing down for a car crash. You don't want to look but you can't help yourself. I turned back to the screen to see the other man astride the terrified girl. The tip of his hardened cock rested on her chin trying to gain entry to her mouth but her lips were firmly pressed shut.
Meanwhile I could see the other of the twosome in the background, a chain dangling from his hands, it swung gently and I could see there were small clamps at either end. I continued to stare as the stranger walked unhurriedly over to the rack, reached under the buttocks of his partner in crime and snapped the clamps into place on the girl's nipples.
As soon as the girl opened her mouth to release her pain the man forced his penis into her jaws. Grabbing the back of her head he pulled her hair so that she had to bring her head up. He then started thrusting between her unyielding lips.
"I'm sorry Scott but I have to go to bed. I have a meeting first thing in the morning and I have already drank too much wine." Barry yawned and stretched as if to prove he was really tired. I knew my mate well enough to know that he was politely telling me the film was too extreme.
"Yeah, sure no problem. I have stuff to do as well," I assured him and quickly reached to turn off the DVD unfortunately before I had time to do it I saw one of the men coming over the young girls face. Her blindfold was now off and her piercing eyes screamed silently to me as I pressed the button on the remote control.
I felt chilled to the bone and at the same time oddly aroused. I knew I shouldn't have been turned on by the torture but I couldn't help myself; my trousers bulged as I left Barry's house.
Thinking about what I was going to do as soon as I got home I had a sudden change of plan when I saw a taxi pull up at the end of the street and Shirley getting out.
"Good night then?" I shouted over.
"Not that great, we spent a lot of time at the meal and then the club was dead by the time we got there. You going up the road already?" Shirley asked as she walked over to where I was standing.
"Yes, it's the back of one and Barry wanted to get to his bed."
"Bed? Hmm, well are you going to be a gentleman and walk me home then?"
Shirley took my arm and we turned to retrace my steps back to her house.
