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Dan kept up a light conversation with Karen during the half hour drive to the bar. When he pulled into the lot, Karen crinkled her brow at the run down exterior.
" Gee," she said, " the place looks kind of like a dive." While Karen liked neighbourhood type bars, she wasn't fond of really low-life places, which this obviously was. She never felt safe in such places.
" I know, sweetheart, but me and the guys started hanging around this place years ago, when it was in better shape. Besides, in addition to me, there's going to be four of my buddies in here. Trust me, you'll be safe." Yeah, right, Dan thought to himself.
" I know," Karen smiled, " and I really want to meet your friends. Let's go in."
Dan pulled the door open and let Karen step in first. He could see the faces on his four friends over Karen's shoulder, and he could tell each one of them was truly impressed. He could also tell that each one was really anxious to fuck the living shit out of his wife. The thought hit him again that he was setting his own wife up for a gang rape, and the thought aroused him as well.
" Honey, this is Gary, Paul, Bill and Steve. Guys, this is Karen."
Karen exchanged greetings with the four men, and then Steve asked her what she would like to drink. When Karen asked for a Fuzzy Navel, Steve went to the end of the bar to get orange juice. While Dan and the others held Karen's attention, Steve locked the door and turned off the outside sign. He also made Karen a Hairy Fuzzy Navel, adding vodka as well as peach schnapps to the orange juice, and pouring doubles of each for good measure. If Karen was a little drunk, she would attribute her memory lapse the next morning to the booze and not get suspicious. He delivered Karen's drink, as well as Dan's normal scotch.
By Karen's third drink, she was obviously enjoying herself. She had hit it off well with Dan's buddies, talking, playing pool, even dancing with each of them. After her fourth, she was really loosening up, thanks to the drug that Steve had slipped to her. Dan watched as Paul danced with Karen. Karen had both arms wrapped around Paul's neck and Paul was running his hand down her back and onto her tight, shapely ass.
Normally if another man did something like that, Karen would have hit the ceiling. Now, she just giggled and smiled at Paul, tipping her head back to look at him. Paul took advantage of her position and bend his head to kiss her. Karen kept her arms around Paul's neck and kissed him back as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and continued to massage her ass. Finally Karen pulled back from Paul.
" Whoa, tiger." She said with a slight slurring to the words. " I need a break, okay?"
" Sure" Paul said, " whatever you want."
Paul held Karen around the waist with his left arm to support her as they moved back to the bar where Dan and the others sat. Karen responded by slipping her right arm around his waist.
" Enjoying yourself, dear?" Dan asked her.
" You bet." Karen responded, weaving slightly as she said it, her one arm still around Paul. " I really like you friends, honey." She said as she placed her other arm around Bill's waist as he stood at the bar. Bill joined Paul in placing his arm around Karen's waist. She now stood there with Bill and Paul pressed against either side of her, her arms under each of their shoulders and around their waists. Without realizing it, Karen had placed herself in a position from which she couldn't fight, or even move, if need be.
" Well we really like you, too, Karen," Bill said as he leaned over and began kissing her.
Karen responded by kissing him back. After all, her fuzzy mind reasoned, these were her husbands friends, and there was no harm in a little kiss. It was then that Karen felt Paul's hand starting to squeeze her tit. Even in her drug fogged state, this was going too far.
She tried pulling her mouth away from Bill's but he kept kissing her, his tongue moving into her mouth. She felt Bill place his free hand on her stomach, then begin to move down her thigh. Bill continued moving his hand down until it was below the hem of her dress and on her nylon clad leg. Karen tried to struggle as Paul kept kneading her tit and Bill moved his hand to the inside of her leg and began moving it back up under her dress. Karen finally freed her mouth from Bill's as his hand reached her crotch. Karen twisted in the grip of the two men but couldn't break free.
" Stop it!" Karen said angrily. " You're going too far! Don't do that!"
With only a pair of silk panties over the crotch less pantyhose Karen wore, Bill had no trouble slipping a finger under the panties and into her pussy.