A Wifes Public Humiliation

How far would a wife go to save her husbands career, her house and her friends, with me Helen Brooks it was far, far further than most women would go.

How great must the humiliation and the pain be for a recently married man to have to watch his darling wife perform naked for the amusement of other men and women. How red must her face be when she first appears naked in front of the members of the infamous Colombia Club I guess maybe a man that had been married for say ten years might be excused for getting a hard cock while he watched his wife being led naked on a leash to be punished, after all by then he would probably done everything sexualy to her he had wanted to,so to see her being used and abused might well have excited him.

Would it be presumptuous of me to assume that a man who had been married for say 20 years and had grown tired of his wife’s lack of interested in anything he did, but especially his needs between the sheets ,might be forgiven for having a smile on his face as his naked wife was being tied down, her legs spread wide for her first lesbian experience., while watching the dyke woman who was about to mount her walk around the small stage playing to the watching members, wearing a huge 10 inch long penis made of whale bone swaying from side to side in front of her crotch, rubbing it like a man would when he was masterbating for the amusement of the crowd. Would he be sexually excited to hear his wife scream as the huge solid fake penis began to rip her cunt apart to the cheers and whistles from the clubs sickest members.

It was every successful business mans wish in 1880’s New York to be invited to join the Columbia Club,it was rumoured that more fortunes had been won and lost at the card tables of the club than all the other clubs in the city added together, these fortune winning or losing games would often be played for three days and nights , with the loser sitting and staring blankly into the distance, a broken man.

It was at that time the Clubs lawyers swooped, as the broken man slowly filled in the forms,transferring everything from the contents of his bank account , or the deeds of his house to any business he might own that he had put on the table as collateral . The Club could come to the losing members rescue , by buying back from the winners the losing members debts , but at a very heavy price. A loan would be arranged with one of the many bankers who were members of the club, but every member knew that there was one more item added to the contact , and that was the signing over of his wife to the club to uses in anyway they wished at any time there was still a debt.

There was an alternative, several bodies over the years were found floating face down in the East River or the Hudson , to some that was an easier way out than to have to inform their wife of what they had done. My husband at least had the courage to come home and talk to me. As soon as he walked in the door of our house I knew something was wrong , he looked grey unlike his normal delightful sun tanned Italian looking brown self,which he got from playing golf and horse riding in the park. I watched as he poured himself a glass of port, his hand was shaking , and I was worried that he may have been taken ill.

My husband turned to face me and slowly began to undo the buttons on the front of my blouse , his fingers were still trembling as he undid the last button and went behind me to remove it from my arms. I said ” Samual what are you doing the maid might come in “. He left me and went and turned the key to lock the door, before coming and unbuttoning my dress , letting it drop to the floor. Not since the very early days of our marriage had my husband removed my clothes, pulling down my bloomers I was left standing naked in our front sitting room .

Samuel came round to face me and kissed me, ” I am sorry Helen” he said softly “,I am so so sorry darling ” he said, as he kissed me again. “What’s the matter Samuel” I said genuinely worried with his strange behaviour. He took off his waistcoat undid his tie , removed his shirt, ” on your knees Helen ” he said ,pushing me slowly towards the floor with his hands on my shoulders. I knew what he wanted me to do,remove his pants and underwear,and put his cock in my mouth and suck it. It was something a woman of my position, a woman married to a successful businessman was not expected to do, I had heard that whores on the street did this ,but I had never done it before.
It took a lot of courage for me to close my mouth around his cock , he held the back of my head and started pushing it like he was doing me in my vagina . I gagged several times and he said nastily ” suck it bitch “, ” you had better learn to do it properly real quick or were in more fucking trouble than we are now. ” I pulled my head backwards and said ” what do you mean , what do you mean,” but he just grabbed me by my hair and started to pull me up, before pulling me to the arm of our couch, where he bent me over, and brutally began to insert his cock deep into my cunny, pushing it further and further up my love tube doing it harder and harde, making me scream. As my feet lifted from the carpet, he exploded into my belly, he was screaming ” I am sorry ,I am sorry, Helen I am sorry.”

I laid in bed next to my sleeping husband, he was half drunk when he got home, by the time we went to bed he had opened and finished a bottle of port and and had stumbled up the stairs before falling onto the bed in a drunken sleep . I kept going over and over in my head the things he had told me, we were penniless, we had lost the house we were living in, it would mean we would have to move to a poorer part of the city and rent a room, my husband would have to find work ,probably working in a market, doing a menial job. I would lose all my friends, no longer having coffee mornings and garden parties, no longer having wonderful Dinner parties and what about Christmas,last year we had 20 people to dinner, it was a wonderful day. I cried as I imagined losing all of this, but the alternative was just too difficult for me to even imagine or more so to understand.

I turned it over and over in my mind, I would be expected to avail myself to entertain the members at my husbands club, not with my singing voice or with poetry readings, but I was expected to humiliate myself doing things a common whore would not even do. Then when the members had enjoyed watching my misery I would be auctioned off to the highest bidder ,where I would be expected to spend the night performing sexual favours ,the money from the sale of my body would go towards paying my stupid husbands debts. As he had got drunker and drunk he had told me what he had seen other wives of losers like him do, just the thought of parading around naked upset me greatly, the thought of then being sold to a man, a woman or even a group of either to be used and abused ,all for his stupidity, it made me cry even more.

It was not discussed for the next few days, then one afternoon as I was holding a tea party for friends Mary our maid came into the parlour and said ” Ma’am,I need to speak to you”. I was more than a little annoyed , how dare she come in and speak to me in front of my guests, l obviously needed to remind her who was the Maid and who was the Mistress, but her persistence, and wide eyed look made me apologise to my guest and follow her out of the room. Before I could ask her what was the matter I saw a gentleman standing in our entrance hall. ” Ma’am” said Mary quietly ,” this gentleman insists on speaking to you “. ” Alright Mary ” I said , ” your dismissed “. ” How can I help you Sir ” I said somewhat haughtily, he said ” are you the wife of the owner of the property” and I said ” of course”, and with that he handed me a piece of paper, and said ” you have now been served, you have seven days to leave the property, the bailiffs will be here on Friday May4th at 8 am ,to remove any residents and any property from this building “, and with that he turned opened the door and left.

I remember looking into the entrance hall mirror, I didn’t recognise the face looking back at me, the woman in the mirror was pale, her face was drawn, she wasn’t the cheerful happy woman that five minutes before had been laughing and joking with her friends over afternoon tea . That night when Samuel came home I told him I was prepared to do whatever I needed to do to help him pay off his debts, he looked at me and smiled weekly, ” are you sure ” he said, ” are you sure” ?

It as only a matter of days before Samuel came home one evening and sheepishly said you are needed at the Club on Friday night, I tried to hide the panck attack I was having,but I failed miserably,but there was no turning back now.

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