This all started one night at a festival in Germany in 2001. I am in the army stationed in Germany.
Astrid, my wife, and I were sitting in the beer tent listening to the music and drinking some of that fine German beer. The band started playing some music that was good for foxtrot dancing and Astrid really wanted to dance. I am not a dancer at all and since I was already about ¾ drunk I was not about to try to dance with her. She is really a good dancer and I feel bad trying to keep up with her.
Let me start by describing my wife. Astrid is 47 years old and she stays in very good shape. She goes to the gym 4 days a week and jogs 2 miles every day. She is 5'6" and weighs about 135 lbs. She has blonde hair and hazel eyes and a damned fine body for a 47 year old. About 5 years ago, I paid to have her breasts enlarged and now she has perfect 38C breasts with nipples to die for. She turns heads wherever she goes and could probably pass for 35 years old. She is a very outgoing person who is not afraid to start a conversation with just about anyone.
This night Astrid was dressed in a moderate length mini skirt with a blouse, bra and thong along with some 2-3" heels. She had been wearing a jacket but as the evening wore on it started to get warm in the tent and she took it off.
When the music changed to dancing music, Astrid was moving back and forth to the music and it was obvious that she wanted to get up to dance up on the dance floor in the front of the tent.
There were a bunch of Soldiers up toward the front of the tent and they were pretty loud and obviously had been drinking quite a bit. After a while one of the guys noticed her and then approached us to ask if she would like to dance. I nodded that it was ok with me and she got up to dance with him. She danced with him for a little while and then returned to the table and sat back down.
For the next hour or so, a few of the guys from that same table asked her to dance with them and they seemed to be enjoying it and I noticed that Astrid also seemed to enjoy all of the attention that she was getting.
I was getting quite drunk and Astrid was telling me to slow down with my drinking.
I got up to go to the bathroom and when I returned Astrid was not at the table.
I looked to the dance floor and saw she was dancing, but this time it was with a large black guy.
I did not have a problem with this but after a while of watching them I noticed that he seemed to be moving his hands lower until one was at the top of her butt. She was laughing with him while they were dancing and they were very close together. They stayed out there for a few songs and it was getting to the point where I was starting to get a little mad because of the way that he was constantly rubbing his hands down to her butt.
Several times she pulled his hands back up but after a while she just let it alone and left his hand there. Finally they came back to the table and he went off to get something to drink.
I asked her what the hell she was doing letting him manhandle her the way he was. She laughed and said it was harmless and that he didn't mean anything by it. I said that it was about time to head home because we had walked to the fest.
She wanted to stay a little bit longer and said that I should have one more beer.
I was very drunk by this time and having a little trouble trying to finish drinking my beer.
About this time the black guy came back over and asked her to dance again. They danced some more and it was more of his groping around on her butt. Then a slower song came on and they stayed out on the floor.
I was a bit surprised by this but didn't care too much. It was about 1:30 AM and the crowd was thinning out.
Most of the people left were very drunk or hanging around up by the dance floor.
I was drinking my beer and when I glanced over at the dance floor to see where Astrid was and was surprised to see that he was holding her very close and his one hand was fully on her butt and her skirt was lifted part of the way up exposing part of one of her cheeks. He was rubbing his hand on her bare cheek, gripping her ass and pulling her into him. She was not resisting and didn't resist even when he started to kiss her. Then she pushed him away. He pulled her back toward him again and they danced some more. I thought that I could see him rubbing against her but I wasn't sure because of all of the people up there and the smoke from so many people smoking.
When they finally came back to the table I noticed that her lipstick was smeared some and that he had some on his face.
She then said that it was about time to go home.
I started to get up but was pretty drunk and stumbled. She grabbed me by the arm and helped me stand up. We started to walk toward the entrance and the black guy asked where we were going.
She told him we were going home and he asked if he could walk along. She said ok and we left. Pretty soon they were walking up ahead talking and laughing.
I didn't feel very well and I was having some trouble staying on the sidewalk. I could see that he had his arm around her as they walked but I was mainly focused on trying to stay on my feet.
I could hear her giggle and she told him a few times to stop it. I looked at them and saw that she was pushing his hand away from up under her skirt and told him again to stop it because she was married.
Finally she looked back and saw that I was way back and then they came back for me. They then got on either side of me and had me by the arms and were helping me walk to the house.
When we finally got there, he had to help me get up the stairs into the house.
Astrid had him come in to help get me on the couch in the TV room. I laid there trying to concentrate on not throwing up or falling off the couch and I heard Astrid telling him thanks and that he should go.
I heard the door close and thought that he had left and I dozed off. I am not sure how long I was asleep but I heard voices and I woke up again.
I heard Astrid saying something but could not understand what she was saying. I got up from the couch and walked down to the living room. I stopped at the door and looked in and then saw that the guy was still there. They were sitting on the love seat and he was kissing her. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and started to go over there to tell him to get the hell out of my house.
Then stopped when I heard her moaning. I walked back out and went over through the kitchen to come out on the other side. When I saw them my mouth had to have dropped to the floor.