This is Literotica, nothing new here. Please just enjoy the story.
Oxford's English dictionaries define fiction as "something that is invented or untrue." So please do not tell me 'It would not happen like that'. Because you are right. It probably would not. This is fiction, so do not complain it is not real. If you want realism, go and watch a documentary or the news.
Revenge.
In the taxi I felt distraught at what had happened. They had taken the love of my life away from me and subjected her to unspeakable things. I cried. I was still slightly woozy from the drugs, my brain slowly clearing, and as it did, a plan started to form.
This is Dark people
Friday
It was a Friday and my Fortieth birthday. My parents had taken the children away for a week to Cornwall. My wife, Mary, had booked the restaurant next to the golf course on the edge of town months ago; it took ages to get in. It was very good so we were told, ideal for celebrations like this. There was a nightclub next door. It was not our intention to go there, we are not nightclub sort of people, just a couple of average middle-aged people. I worked for an engine manufacturer in Derby. Mary was a librarian at the local university. We did alright for ourselves. We shared our hobbies. Mine kept me fit, and I made things for a local club I belonged to in my workshop and the club pandered to Mary's pleasure of dressing up and amateur dramatics.
Her dressing up really showed that Friday night as she came down the stairs of our house prior to going out she was not slim, she had bulges in all the right places as befitted a thirty eight year old mother of two. She got halfway down the stairs in her satin red dress, red velvet choker with a heart emblem, her hair piled on her head, her makeup perfect, even better was the smile on her face. The satin dress had a split to mid-thigh, she gently eased it to one side to show me her stocking tops. "These are for you my sweetheart for being a wonderful husband." I almost didn't want to go out. I knew that with a smile on her face, there would be fun tonight when we got home.
We got a taxi to the restaurant; the food was fantastic, and the service was brilliant. They made us feel very welcome. I was surprised when the maître-d' came across to us carrying a small sponge cake with four candles on it. He smiled at me. "Happy Birthday Sir, may you have a pleasant evening, we wish you well."
I looked at Mary, the smile on her face said it all. She had organised this. There was a gentle applause around the restaurant as I blew out the candles, the maître-d' appeared with a small knife and handed it to me and I cut a slice out to give to my gorgeous wife. That was when a gentleman and a lady turned up beside our table. "Excuse me, that was a lovely gesture, would you mind if we take a photograph. My name is Bryan and this is Beverly; we own this restaurant. We would like to use your picture on social media as advertising if you have no objections."
I couldn't see the harm in it. I looked them over, he was a handsome man, Beverly was a good-looking woman, and both were very smartly dressed. The way they reacted to each other and they were both wearing wedding rings implied they were husband and wife. But they never said so. They certainly acted like it. But they looked kind of similar, never mind.
We arranged the cake so the slice I had taken out could not be seen, all four of us posed around it and the maître-d' took several photographs with his phone, he nodded to Bryan and walked away.
Beverly spoke to us. "As a thank you would you join us for a drink next door in the club, we own that as well. Just a quick one as we can see you have other things planned for this evening." Beverly had a dazzling smile.
We could see no reason not to accept. Mary smiled and told them we had a taxi booked for ten o'clock, so as long as we had finished by then, it would be okay. That gave us about an hour, that would be ideal.
Bryan and Beverly escorted us out of the restaurant to the club, as we walked in Bryan walked forward and spoke to a large man on the door. "George, this is Evann and Mary. They are our guests for tonight, make sure they are looked after."
George looked across, put out his hand and said. "Welcome." He shook both our hands and smiled at us. Seemed like a nice fellow.
Bryan ushered us into the club. The lighting wasn't too dim, you could see everybody, the music wasn't too loud, you could hold a conversation. That was a surprise, this was not like the few of the clubs that Mary and I had been to in the past; there were not that many mind you. Those we did go to put us off going back.
Bryan guided us to a booth at the back of the club but I noticed It was between two fire exits, a sort of exclusive area. I look for those sorts of things. Sad, I know. A waitress appeared. I wanted beer but I thought something more refined would be ideal so I asked for a gin and tonic, single. I had things to do this evening. I did not want to be incapable. Mary had a glass of white wine. We chatted with Bryan and Beverly, they told us how they built the club up and how the restaurant catered for the majority of people who used the club, A sort of symbiotic relationship.
They asked what we did for a living and a bit about us. We told them, all quite boring really, I've had a few sips of my gin and tonic keeping an eye on the time. I started to feel a bit woozy, not off, not ill, just not top hole. I looked across at Mary, her eyes seemed a bit glazed over, most of her wine was gone. "Are you alright sweetheart, you've lost a bit of colour?" I asked her.
Beverly became immediately concerned. "Is she alright, I hope it's not something she ate next door?"
Bryan piped up. "Look we've got a room just behind here, shall we go in so she can have a bit of a lay down, we will make sure your taxi is sorted." I got up, I was a bit unsteady on my feet but with Bryan's help we managed to get Mary through the small fire exit which led to a corridor with three doors on one side and another fire exit at the end. Bryan went to the middle one, I thought that was strange, but I do not know why I thought it strange.
He opened the door and ushered us inside. I did notice there was a dressing screen, some strange shapes in the dark and a large TV on the wall. It was all very plush, red leather, deep red carpets and what looked like a big bed and a couple of chairs, I found it a bit hard to concentrate.
Bryan and Beverly helped Mary onto the bed. "Just let her lay on the bed for a minute. I'm sure she will recover. Have a seat in the chair." Said Beverly, she had a soft voice I thought to myself.
I was feeling worse; the room was spinning. I managed to make it to the chair with Beverly's help and collapsed in it. It was very comfortable, I think I fell asleep. Whatever it was had wiped me out.
As I passed out, I thought this could be food poisoning, I hoped not, I would not want to get Bryan and Beverly into trouble.
