wife rape
And so a neighborhood party was planned for the week after Halloween. Invitations went out to all the neighbors and, for good measure, Joanne invited some additional male friends of her police officer husband. To digress just a second, the police parties that Joanne had hosted in the past generally got totally out of control and the cops were legendary drinkers and womanizers. Cyndi had already attended one of those parties and attracted lots of interest from the men in blue.
Cyndi's husband, Walt Dawson, was a quiet guy who sold sporting goods for a living. He was good at it, but often traveled and when he was gone his wife was likely to stray. He knew of her indiscretions, in fact he was her second husband. He met her at a sporting goods convention in center city Philadelphia where she was working as a model. He actually dated her for two months before he found out that she was married. On their second date she got so drunk that when he took her back to her apartment she took off all her clothes and they made love on the kitchen floor.
Walt had suffered through many of Cyndi's flirtations, but did so quietly. He simply wasn't the kind of man to make trouble and he truly loved his sexy young wife. But on the night in question Walt made a decision that impacted what happened next, he decided that if Cyndi acted like a slut again this night he would let nature take its' course. He would do nothing to stop her and nothing to help her if she got in over her head.
The party was in full swing when Walt and Cyndi got there. Kegs were located in at least three rooms and hard liquor was set up on the bar. The Police added a recently confiscated stash of marijuana to the festivities and there were joints lit and in use all over the place.
The music was loud, the place was packed. There were close to thirty people crammed in to Ruskin's house. Some made their way to the basement; the rest filled the upstairs rooms. It didn't take Cyndi long to get in the swing of things and she had barely removed her coat when someone thrust a beer in to her hand. She smiled and drank it.
Joanne and Ann had let it be known to a few key men that they wanted Cyndi to get worked over and degraded at this party they were more than willing to help. Cyndi, being herself, quickly began to mingle and flirt with the men at the party. It was 9 p.m. She was dressed in a tight white ribbed sweater, a short black skirt and, for good measure, a pair of black boots. Two beers became three, and then four and she was completely blitzed.
It wasn't long before she was cajoled in to dancing and she was more than willing to let them maul and paw her. She loved the attention and she was soon turned on. The dancing got more intense and more physical and Walt sat there and watched as two cops sandwiched her between them and began to grind with her. It was 10.30 p.m. Her skirt rode up to her waist and everyone who was watching saw that she was wearing a pair of lacey black panties. The sexual act got more aggressive and soon there were a pair of hands under her sweater, massaging her tits. She wore no bra. And then the dancing ceased and the assault began - and a crowd of men gathered around her.
Her arms were pinned behind her back, thrusting her tits forward. She struggled; she begged, "please don't do that, you are going too far" but had no chance. A young cop standing in front of her slid his hands inside the elastic band of her panties and found the warm wetness of her clit. His fingers probed inside of her - and there was a look of sudden fear in Cyndi's eyes.
"Stop it, this isn't right," she yelled. And then her sweater was raised and her firm 36C tits were on full view and another man began to fondle her breasts, pulling on her nipples until they grew firm and rigid. Tears began to run down Cyndi's cheeks.
Walt was watching, but not saying or doing anything. The young man standing in front of her with his fingers in her cunt looked at Walt as if to say "is this okay with you?"
Walt, understanding, stared back at him and said, "go for it". It was 11 p.m. "Dance bitch," somebody said and cranked the music up even higher to drown out any potential protests from her. People in other rooms of the house had no idea what was going on, but the loud music did attract their attention.