[hereyago]

My husband has made me do things that I have never done before. He has
let his friends and strangers see me and touch me. I don't know whether to
accept my new life or get a divorce. He is obsessed with showing me off to
other guys to satisfy some perverted desire. The things that he lets them
do to me were not done with my permission and are very embarrassing.

I am a 26 year old housewife named Lisa and am very active with hiking,
swimming and keeping in shape. I was raised in a conservative upper middle
class family and was always given all the advantages my wealthy family
could bestow. My father owned a chain of Christian bookstores he inherited
from his family and he insisted we all attend church every Sunday. I
always sang in the church choir and remained active in several church
related charity functions.

Although I am a natural blonde, tan and slim, I have always dressed
conservatively so as not to display my ample breasts or my butt that has
always been the brunt of the comments I have heard from the guys at school.
I once overheard several guys talking about how they would give anything to
see me naked and get their hands on my tits and feel my bare ass. I was
quite embarrassed at their comments but I was proud of my 34C breasts
topped with firm pink nipples that stood out at least an inch when they
were aroused. I could tell that the guys looked long and hard at my cute
little rear when I would wear tight jeans or a dress that let it wiggle as
I walked.

I always was embarrassed when we went swimming although I got a lot of
attention from guys at the club and my husband's friends.

I met my husband Doc after I graduated from college and was doing
interior decorating for a large firm. He hired my company to redecorate
his lakeside home and I was given the assignment. We dated only a few
times before he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, so we
married 10 months ago. He swept me off my feet and even though he is 42
and had been married

before, he respected my wishes to wait until after we were married to
have sex.

Even though I had never gone all the way with any of my boyfriends in
school, Doc had slowly instructed me into ways to please a man. I have
always tried to please him and to enjoy a great sex life, even when the
things he suggested were beyond the bounds a respectable wife should do
even in the privacy of their bedroom.

He has tried many times to get me to try oral sex and even wanted to
have anal intercourse. I made it clear to him that those things are
perverted and I would never consent to do such a filthy thing.

I would have never guessed that Doc was into kinky sex like this before
we were married since he was a perfect gentleman all the time we were going
together. He got real excited when a stranger might look at me through a
window at night or catch a peek under my dress. Lately he is obsessed with
letting his friends see me in the skimpy swim suits he buys me.

He even wanted to tie me up naked on the bed and blindfold me while he
took video pictures of me with my legs spread. He tried to convince me to
go out in public in a very short skirt with no bra or panties. I
absolutely refused to do any of those perverted things even though I could
tell Doc was upset with me.

Things went from bad to worse when at a office beach party he had
grabbed my breast and pulled off my bikini top in front of two of his
drunken friends. This was the first time he forced me to play his little
games.

All day long at the party, his friends Carl and Jim had helped Doc make
sure I had a fresh drink in my hand. Needless to say, I had much more
alcohol than I was used to and was past the point of being aware of the
dirty remarks Doc made to the guys about how my breasts feel or the color

of my nipples .

They would laugh and make jokes about me being a real blonde . They
would all make comments about my ass as I walked by and tried to talk me
into going topless. I really disliked Carl the most since he would openly
stare at my breasts almost like he was seeing through my top. He kept
taking video pictures of me while making off color remarks and even Doc
would urge me to show him my breasts for the video. He was always staring
at me and had brushed

against me with his hands or his big belly several time that day.

Most people had left the beach for the day as I finally insisted that we
leave. The three guys were by the beer cooler whispering and laughing as I
gathered up my beach bag. Doc walked over to me and kissed me hard on the
mouth then told me that he had promised his friends I would pose for the
video camera without my top.

I started to object but he grabbed me from behind by the arms pinning my
arms behind me and causing my breasts to stick out obscenely as Carl and
Jim moved closer. As Carl started the camera, Doc reached around and
roughly squeezed my right breast and pinched the nipple through the
material while holding me tight with one arm. I started to squirm and yell
for him to let me go as he pulled open the center tie holding my swim suit
top together.

Carl and Jim both cheered him on as he pulled my arms back and bounced
me up and down making my tits bounce wildly until my top was hanging at my
side and all three guys were looking at my bare breasts with my right
nipple larger and darker from the pinching. As I burst into tears, Carl
started filming while telling Doc to bounce me some more so my tits would
jiggle as he zoomed in on my nipples.

The guys were all laughing and whistling as my husband let his friends
see my bare tits bouncing as Carl took video of my humiliation. When Doc
reached around and grabbed a handful of my breast again, I broke free and
slapped him away.

He laughed and told his friends he ought to let them hold me down while
he spanked his cute little wife on her bare ass for being such a prude and
not joining in the fun. They all laughed and said they would help him
spank me anytime he was ready. I grabbed my towel and ran crying back to
the car.

After we got home that night he said he had too much to drink and
apologized for his behavior. I figured it must have been all the booze Doc
and his friends had consumed that would make him turn into such a perverted
animal.

Doc would always say I was too shy and explain that everyone has
harmless sexual fantasies to spice up their sex life. He said I would
really enjoy it if I would let myself go and try some of his games.
Besides, he explained, if I really loved him I would want to please him.

He showed me some pictures in his bondage magazines and said how much it
would turn him on to see me tied up like the models were. He told me if I
would let him take some pictures of me he promised never to show them to
anyone else. Somehow, I just didn't trust him after what he had done to me
in front of his friends.

I told him I would never consider such a degrading thing. I had been
raised to respect Christian values and it would be too humiliating to ever
allow myself to be seen in such a way. I could never understand how my
husband could ever think of letting another guy see his young bride in a
revealing situation much less completely naked.

After the beach incident, he didn't bring up the subject for several
months and I hoped he had learned his lesson. Then in September he bought
me some really "show off" clothes and wanted me to go to a party with him
without a bra. We had a serious argument and didn't talk for two days over
that incident.

As time passed, Doc started wanting me to do more and more things that
were making me uncomfortable. He would insist that I not wear any bra or
panties around the house. After getting me a bit drunk, he would touch my
breasts and pinch my nipples in public and then we would have sex in the
car, hotel room with the all the lights on or anywhere he felt like it. I
can't say it wasn't somewhat exciting to be getting so much attention from
my husband, so just to please him, I would go along with his wishes as long
as we had our privacy.

It all started again when he told me he had arranged for me to get a
small tattoo for my birthday. Doc had told me that it was in fashion and
that all the ladies had a small tattoo somewhere on their body. This
wasn't the first time he had tried to talk me into getting one, but I
always objected saying I would never get a tattoo where anyone could see it
even with just my

bikini. He would always laugh and tell me he would be happy to find a
spot that would never show.

Doc had even talked me into going to a modern tattoo parlor located by
the university to select a design that was available. Even though the
female artist was very professional, I couldn't gain the courage to have it
done. My conservative family would never understand even if I agreed to
get one. Besides, we are both professionals and must maintain a
conservative and

proper appearance while we are in the workplace and with our circle of
friends.

About a week later, my husband and his friends Jim and Carl were going
to drive down to San Francisco to attend a convention and meet Jim and
Carl's wives there for the two day event. Doc wanted me to go with him so
we could do some shopping and sample the night life.

I didn't know their wives very well but had met them several times at
parties. They had driven to San Francisco early in the week to visit a
sister. I was still mad about the beach and would be uncomfortable to take
the trip with Carl and Jim after what Doc had done to me in front of them.
But I made him promise not to try anything again. Doc agreed to be on his
best behavior.

Early Friday morning, Doc and I and the two guys piled into our Bronco
and headed out for San Francisco to spend the weekend at a boring
convention. Carl was driving and Jim had brought a large thermos of long
island ice tea that went down real easy and Doc kept my glass full as we
drove along the freeway.

After two hours of driving, I was feeling real good from the ice tea and
getting a bit sleepy. As we drove south of Red Bluff, Carl turned off the
freeway at a sign with an arrow advertising a weekend rally of Harley
Davidson riders of Northern California.

I was suprised and ask him where we were going. Carl glanced at Doc and
told me he wanted to look at a motorcycle that was for sale at the rally.
Jim and Doc chimed in that it would only take a couple of hours and then we
would be on our way.

I wasn't too worried about it since we had plenty of time but I didn't
like the way the guys started kidding me about me putting on my bikini and
riding a Harley. It should have been obvious that the guys had made plans
to have some fun at my expense, but the warm feeling from the ice tea made
any concerns disappear.

Even when they joked about trading me in on the purchase of the
motorcycle, it didn't register with me that Doc would let anything bad
happen to his new wife.

The biker group was meeting at an old ranch in the foothills of the
Sierra Mountains just where the timber started. The late summer weather
was hot and just the kind of weather for running around in shorts and
halter. Doc had convinced me to just wear a loose halter and white silky
shorts. And for the first time, because of the hot weather, I had left my
panties in my suitcase.

Had I known I would seen by all these people, I never would have agreed
to be seen in such a skimpy outfit with no bra or panties. When I saw the
motorcycle rally I wanted to stay in the car but Doc pulled me out of the
Bronco and winked at Carl as he said it would be safer for me to be with
them than left alone in the car where a Hells Angel rider might want to
take me for a ride on his hog.

The guys grabbed beer from the cooler and we all started walking toward
some tents. Carl again explained he wanted to look at a motorcycle H/D
that was for sale so he told Doc to bring me along for the fun. He winked
at Doc and Jim as he laughed it would be exciting watching all the wild
action. Even though I was a bit dizzy from the drinks, I followed along
staying close

to Doc.

There must have been five hundred bikers of every shape, color and age.
They never stopped drinking beer and raising hell. I whispered to Doc that
some of the big dirty bikers had looked at me and wiggled their tongues and
I didn't feel comfortable with these people so please couldn't we just
leave now. Doc just grinned and said as long as we were there we might as
well join in and

give them a thrill, besides, I looked hot as hell in my cute little
outfit.

I could tell he was really getting a kick out of the way these long hair
bikers were lusting at my body. As we mingled with this rough crowd, the
looks I was getting from the bikers told me I had made a big mistake not
wearing more clothes. My breasts bounced under my sheer halter as I
walked, and my nipples were poking out for all to see. I tried to hold my
arms across my chest

whenever I could so as not to attract attention.

As we approached the parts tent, Carl slipped up behind me and pulled
the waistband of my shorts out and dropped a big chunk of ice he had saved
from the ice cooler down my shorts onto my bare butt. I let out a squeal
and jumped around trying to shake it out of my shorts.

It wasn't till I heard the hoots and yells that I realized I was putting
on a real show for about a dozen bikers standing at the tent. As I reached
into my shorts to retrieve the ice, several guys asked if I needed any help
finding it. One guy taunted me by saying if I took my shorts off it would
be easier to find. I had to stand there and let it melt while they made
jokes about how long

it would take for my hot little ass to melt the ice.

Instead of helping me, Carl and Jim were laughing and enjoying the show
as much as everyone else. By the time it had melted, the drips started
running down the inside of my thigh and the whole back of my white shorts
were soaked.

Carl yelled out laughing to everyone that it looked like Doc's wife peed
her pants, and maybe one of the bikers could help me find the outhouse.
Everyone roared with laughter as I felt my face turn red. As I started to
cry, Doc came over to me and held me close and said it was just a joke and
we could leave as soon as they looked at the bike.

After I calmed down and Doc said he was sorry, Carl and Doc went off to
look at the motorcycles and Jim and I walked around checking out the
leather clothes, crafts and equipment some of the bikers had for sale. Jim
seemed like really a nice guy and said he would try to keep Carl from
teasing me so much. And after all he had two children and owned a large
insurance agency.

As we walked, it seemed as though everyone had at least one tattoo and
many of the guys and gals were covered with quite beautiful designs. I
mentioned to Jim that Doc had tried to talk me into getting a small tattoo
someday. He said that his wife Kathy had a flower put on her butt several
years ago and really enjoyed it.

I told him I would never get one where it showed. If I were to ever
agree, my choice was probably a butterfly that would be covered by my
bikini swimming suit. I didn't want it to show at all when I was out in
public back at home.

He asked me if I would rather have one put on my breast or butt. I was
shocked he would ask me such an intimate question, so I just said it would
have to hidden and be done by an expert.

Jim asked the gal selling Indian art where she got her tattoo. She said
the best tattoo artist in California was at the rally and pointed out the
area where he was.

I told Jim I would wait and do it some other time but he insisted we
live dangerously and said "it won't hurt to check it out and see what he
has."

He grabbed my arm and we walked to the tattoo trailer. I felt it would
be easier to go along but I never would let anybody at the rally give me a
tattoo.

Now this trailer looked like it had been through a war and the only
thing that looked worse was the old pickup truck that was pulling it.
There was a sign on the door "be back at 2PM." I let out a sigh of relief
and said we had better find Doc and Carl and see when we were leaving.

The first thing Jim announced to the guys when we found them was that I
was going to get a tattoo. Doc looked surprised but smiled and said that
was a great idea. Somehow, the look Carl gave Doc and the big grin on his
face should have been a warning signal that things were not like they
seemed. Had I known this entire trip to the rally and all the talk about a
tattoo was all a set up that Doc and his friends had planned, I would have
been furious. But my mind was quite foggy and I was glad to have three
guys with me as we walked along between all these greasy bikers.

I said I was worried that the needle would not be clean and that a
person could catch some disease from the way the trailer looked. Doc said
he would go with me to check it out. Carl and Jim both smiled as they said
they would make sure everything was perfect.

I was hoping everyone would forget about the whole thing. Even though I
suggested we leave now, Doc made the excuse that Carl was still talking
with the owner of the bike he wanted to buy.

About 1PM, Doc said that I needed to have two or three stiff drinks to
take the edge off the pain from the needle if I did decide to get a tattoo.
With that, Jim pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack
and handed it to me. I looked at Doc as he held the bottle up to my lips
and assured me that we would leave in a few minutes and a few drinks would
help the time go by faster.

Within the next 15 minutes, all three of them made sure I had downed
enough to send me into orbit. Jim handed me three white tablets he got
from a pill bottle in his backpack and told me to take them. He said they
were a sedative his wife Kathy had got from her doctor. I pleaded with
Doc, but he put his arm around me to steady me and whispered it would just
help me get over feeling so bad about the foul talking bikers. He slipped
them in my mouth as Jim helped me take a drink from the bottle.

Had I been thinking clearly, I would have known things were happening
too quickly. The guys were laughing and taking turns holding me steady as
we walked to see the motorcycle that was for sale. They were saying that
they couldn't wait to get to the bike where Joe was and get started taking
some good pictures. The pills I had taken were really having the effect of
making

me light headed.

They kept talking about the bet they had made and Jim couldn't believe
Doc would go through with it. Each of the guys would keep cutting in like
at a dance and say it was his turn to help me walk. I could feel hands
taking more and more liberties as they changed places. More than once,
Carl was helping me walk along with his hand on the side of my breast
enjoying its softness through the sheer fabric.

We stopped in front of a large tent and talked to Joe, the guy with the
bike for sale. Even though it was hard to focus my eyes, I could see he
was a tall, skinny guy about 45 years old with a long nose. As he walked
up to us wiping the grease from his hands, I could tell he was enjoying the
view as I leaned against Doc to steady myself.

Doc explained to Joe that his little wife Lisa had been drinking a
little too much as he openly cupped and squeezed my ass through my shorts
as if we were at home in our bedroom and no one else was there watching. I
managed to push his hands away and stumble forward as all the guys laughed
at my embarrassment.

Carl told Joe that he decided to wait and think over the bike sale for
awhile, but he wanted to take some pictures of the bike so he could decide
later. Joe grinned at me and said it would be a better picture with a
pretty girl sitting on the bike.

Doc turned me around with my back to Joe and grinned and felt my bottom
as he explained that I had wet myself and he wasn't sure if it was dry
because he didn't want to damage the paint job. Immediately, Carl reached
over and slowly ran his hand across my the bottom of my shorts and
laughingly said he couldn't tell either.

Doc said "well it is Joe's bike after all" so as my husband held me
still, a greasy stranger slowly ran his dirty hands over my shorts. I
tried to move away from his fingers, but was held tight by my husband as
this smelly mechanic squeezed my asscheeks and told Doc what a nice dry ass
I had.

Before I could object, Doc grabbed my arm and told Carl and Jim to help
me up on the bike. In the process, Carl and Jim put hands under my ass as
they lifted me over to the seat and left them there long enough to get a
good feel.

To keep my balance, I had to hold on with a hand on each handle grip
straddling this big motorcycle while Carl took several photos. I begged
Doc to let me down but he smiled at Joe and told him to get in the picture
and crawl on behind me for the final picture.

Through the haze, I heard my husband lie to Joe that, "my wife has
always dreamed of riding a Harley so hold on to her so she doesn't fall
off, cause she has been drinking." In a couple seconds I felt this big
greasy biker scoot in close behind me as I started to cry. I could feel a
hard bulge at the back of my shorts through his dark leather pants as he
closed his dirty hands around my bare middle.

The contrast of my smooth white skin covered by Joe's large greasy hands
as they rubbed my bare stomach sent shivers up my spine. Carl took a
couple more pictures as several other bikers gathered around to watch the
show. Joe moved his hands upward in ever widening circles touching the
bottom of my breasts.

One of Joe's biker friends in the crowd yelled for him to "see if her
tits feel as good as they look." With that suggestion, his massive hands
started lifting and squeezing my breasts as I felt my face flush red with
embarrassment.

I pleaded with Doc to help me but he was standing there with his friends
enjoying the show. Just then, Doc yelled to Joe that the best bike
magazine pictures showed bare tits. Joe didn't need a second invitation as
he slipped his fingers under the bottom of the halter and slowly lifted it
until all of my rose tipped breasts jumped free for all to see, while my
halter top remained

up around my neck.

All of the guys gathered around yelled and clapped as Joe's greasy
fingers kneaded my bare white tits. The group closed in around the bike to
get a better look as Carl took more videos. When Doc asked Joe if he could
get my nipples harder and longer, for the next picture, Joe rolled and
pinched my sensitive nipples between his dirty thumb and finger until they
stood out.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks but I had to keep my hands on the
grips to keep from falling. This gave Joe free access to my swaying naked
breasts as he pulled hard on my tender nipples and lifted both breasts
upward by the nipples as Carl took the last picture and the guys applauded
the show. Through blurry eyes I looked at Doc and could see he was really
enjoying my humiliation finally seeing his young wife having her nipples
pinched and showing her tits to the bikers.