Richard was such a shit.  The way he treated his wife Ann was atrocious.  When he talked to Ann it was Bitch do this, bitch do that.  Even worse when he talked to others about her, it was the slut did this or the slut did that.  I hated to hear it and most of his so-called mates were tiring of hearing it to.  I had always thought that Ann was gorgeous.

There was a bunch of us in the club, including Ann when Richard came in.  It was obvious straight away that he was in a bad mood.  Richard was a real wheeler dealer and thought he was a Jack the lad.  Whatever deal he had done that day had gone totally wrong.  Ann went to him, to be told, “Bitch get me a drink.”  Ann was quickly at the bar.  Richard was on his phone ringing person after person and from the looks of things and the fact his bad mood was growing, he wasn’t having any luck with what he was trying to do.

Ann returned with his drink and even that was wrong, and he threw it at her.  Most of it missed her and soaked Stan.  Stan isn’t the sort of person you would want to upset.  I was surprised that Stan didn’t retaliate and bash the shit out of him. I later learnt that he was one of the causes of the upset in the first place.  Richard shouted at Ann, “Get me a proper drink you silly whore.”  Ann went off back to the bar for another drink and something to mop up the drink on the floor and sweep up the broken glass.

After a few more calls, Richard turned to his best mate Alf and said, “I’m broke.  No, I’m worse than broke I’m deep in debt and in bad trouble.”  Alf said that it couldn’t be that bad, but Richard said that it was and that he had been ringing around as he desperately needed a couple of hundred pound that night.  In todays money a few hundred pounds would be several thousand pounds now. Alf offered him fifty pounds and he went round his so-called mates in the bar and only managed to only scrape up another twenty pounds.  Ann returned with another drink and started to sponge the carpet and sweep up the glass.  He was one hundred and thirty pounds below the two hundred he was trying to raise.

I had far more than he needed to reach his total, as I had won the top prize in the monthly raffle earlier in the evening.  Even having bought my mate and I two rounds of drinks, I still had in excess of two hundred and fifty pounds.  Richard was no mate of mine and there was no way I would loan him money.  Even with Richard’s pleading that if he couldn’t raise it, he was liable to get hurt, he still failed to get any further cash.

Then he was shouting at Ann to stand and come to him.  Ann quickly did as instructed.  Richard shouted quiet which caused the club members all to go quiet.  There had to be at least sixty people in the club.  “Listen,” he shouted, “The first man that can hand me one hundred pounds can have this slut for the night.”   Ann was telling him not to say things like that and he couldn’t just sell her like that.  Someone was quickly waving fifty quid around.  I could see shock and fear in Ann’s face.  There were two more offers and the offer was now seventy-five pounds.  This was turning into a bidding war when two more bids came in and put the bid at ninety pounds.

Ann now looked very worried as it was Fat Tony that held the bid.  He was a total slob, and it was probably the only way he ever got any pussy was by pay for it.  Being the last Friday of the month, quite a few people would have been paid in cash earlier in the day.  Then the bid was at one hundred and was put up by a very young-looking lad, probably around nineteen or twenty years old.  This young man was hoping to have his way with Ann, a thirty-five-year-old woman.   I could see the look on Ann’s face change from discuss to a happier one.  The bidding started again and got to the one hundred and thirty level that Richard needed.  Ann’s face was back at disgust as it was Fat Tony winning the bid.

The bidding stopped and Richard had a smile on his face as he announced that it looked like the slut had a different bed for the night.  Tony’s smile was even bigger until I shouted one hundred and forty pounds.  Tony had his wallet out in seconds and was counting through his money and put what I guessed was his last bet at one hundred and forty-five pounds.  The smile spread back across his face.  The smile went when I shouted one hundred and fifty pounds.

Tony had another rifle through his wallet then shut it and put it away and walked off in discuss.  Richard shouted it wasn’t all through until he saw the money.  I stepped forward and counted out the money.  “Look slut your worth a hundred and fifty quid for a fuck,” he sneered at Ann.  I pointed out it wasn’t for just a shag, it was for the night.  “Whatever,” was his reply as he tucked the money into his pocket and made another call on his phone.

What I haven’t told you, up till now, is that I had been divorced for almost a year.  I had enjoyed the company of a few women since then but there was nobody special in my life at that time.  I couldn’t hear the call he made, but it didn’t last long.  Then as he cleared the call, he turned to Ann and said, “you had better fuck off with him if he wants his moneys worth.”  He glugged his beer down and then left the club in a hurry.

Ann finished clearing up the mess Richard had made and then came and sat with Geoff and I.  As Ann sat down, Geoff had a big smile on his face, and he told us that he would leave us lovers together and got up and went to the bar.  Ann told me thankyou for rescuing her away from Tony.  She said it was her worse nightmare if he won the bid.  I joked that I wasn’t so bad then.  Ann assured me that she didn’t want to be auctioned but was pleased that of all the people that it could have been it was me that won.  I guessed that she would have said the same to the younger man.

I told Ann that I didn’t expect to actually spend the night with her and that as soon as she could afford it, she could pay me back.  Ann said that she would have to spend the night with me as she didn’t have a house key.   She couldn’t get back in doors and had no idea if or when Tony would return.  I told her she could use my spare bedroom and the same arrangements for repayment would apply.   We had another drink and then walked back to my house.

I showed Ann to the spare room.  In doing so I followed her up the stairs and enjoyed looking at her tight looking arse.  I showed Ann where the bathroom was and asked if she needed anything else and found her some towels.  Ann said she was ok and went into the bedroom and closed the door.  After doing a few things I needed to do, I also turned in for the night.  I lay in bed thinking about Ann’s lovely bum and the fact that I could have insisted on time in bed with her.  Although that wasn’t my style paying for sex or forcing a woman.

I was just in that place where is it a dream, or is it real.  Ann was getting in bed with me and all she was wearing was a red bra and panties.  I was soon snapped out of that state.  It was real.  Ann was in bed with me and cuddling up to me.  She was thanking me again for rescuing her.  There was a sudden gasp from Ann when she discovers that I sleep in the nude and her hand accidentally touched my cock.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she gasped.  I told her that I wasn’t, and it was very pleasurable.

At first, she just lay there with her hand still on my cock.  “Well, if that’s all the bastard thinks of me,” she said as her hand wrapped around my already stiff cock and started to wank it.  I couldn’t help it, I leant in and kissed her.  Just a straightforward kiss to start with and then suddenly our tongues danced together.  I reached up to her tits.  It was a front fastening bra and I soon flicked it open and as it fell apart, I buried my face into her tits.  Ann let out a long ooooh as I started to suck a nipple.  Her hand grasped my cock just a little tighter. 

The Ooooh turned to an Aaaah as my fingers stroked across her panty covered pussy.  Then Ann was pushing me away.  I thought that she had perhaps had second thoughts.  Instead, she just wanted space to remove her own panties.  Ann rolled onto her back, probably expecting me to climb on and fuck away, as I had paid for her.  She threw her panties and they hit the floor.  Instead, I wriggled under the duvet, and whilst I did get between her legs, it was to lick and suck her pussy.  As I started licking, I noticed that she had quite a spikey patch where her pubic hair was trimmed very short.  Ann was now moaning and enjoying herself.  It didn’t take long to bring her to her first climax of the evening.

Then Ann moved obligingly to aid me getting in position between her legs.  Then Ann took hold of my cock and fed it to her own pussy.  I liked that.  Our fucking started out slowly with long deep thrusts and ended in a frenzied stabbing as we both reached a climax.  As soon as Ann had recovered, she told me it was the best fuck that she had in a long while.  We cuddled together and I told Ann that there was no need to pay the money back.  She giggled and said in that case she had better earn it.  With that her head went under the duvet and sucked my cock into her mouth.  She was extremely good at it, and I wondered if Richard got this sort of treatment from Ann.

As soon as Ann decided that my cock was hard enough, she slithered up my body and lowered herself onto my cock.  The race to a climax was back on.  Ann was an energetic lover, and I enjoyed her efforts and met her thrusts with those of my own.  Ann barely reached her climax before I reached mine.  Ann collapsed on top of me, and I enjoyed the weight and heat from her body.  I didn’t want it to end.  Then I felt my cock suddenly slip from her pussy and Ann rolled off and to my side.  She then snuggled up to me telling me she had loved out love making but needed to sleep. 

I woke to find I was still cuddling Ann.  She was awake and looking at me.  She moved and kissed me long and hard, and we again swapped tongues.   Ready to get your monies worth she asked as she again took my cock in her hand.  I was already semi hard and in just a few strokes was ready again.  Ann got off the bed and turned around and bent over the bed.   She told me she was ready.  I was quickly out of bed and behind her.  It was a very long slow fuck.  I couldn’t remember a time I had enjoyed a fuck that much. 

Afterwards both of us had work, so after a quick play in the shower we were dressed, and I dropped Ann home.  As we arrived at her house Richard was leaving and left the door open for Ann.  As he passed me, he asked was the slut worth that much money.  I told him she was and more besides.  Then I was off to work.   I had a great day at work and was very happy with the world.

After tea I drove down to the club.  I had barely sat down with a drink when Ann came in.  She got a drink and came and sat with me.  I could see lots of people looking at her and probably wondering had we slept together.  I ignored them.  Stan came across and sat next to me and whispered that Richard was still in trouble and would shortly be getting some of what he dished out.  Stan got up and moved away.  Ann asked what he had told me.  I lied and told her it was a dirty joke.

Then Richard swept in and shouted at Ann to get a drink for him.  I caught her hand and told her not to go.  Richard shouted, “Didn’t you hear you deaf slut get me a drink.”  I told Richard to be more respectful to Ann.  I was told to mind my own business and my time with his whore had finished and he hoped she was a better shag for me than she was for him.  I had heard enough and stood up.  I was no fighter and no match for Richard, but I insisted that Richard apologize to Ann.  Richard took exception to me talking to him like that and took a swing at me.  I managed to dodge the punch and even got one in myself.  Richard laughed and said that I punched like a girl and wound up ready to punch me back.

His face when Stan caught his hand and stopped his punch.  As he turned, he threw a punch that landed on Stan.  His face dropped as he suddenly realized that he was in trouble.  I think Stan had barely felt it.  Stan hit him hard twice before he dropped to the floor.  Then he got a kick to the stomach to add to his woes.  As he lay groaning Stan told him if he ever saw him in the club again, he would use him as a bog brush and clean the toilets with him.  A groaning Richard finally managed to pull himself up and pleaded for Ann to help him.  She told him no and that she had taken all she could from him.

As he slowly staggered from the club, I asked Ann what she intended to do.  She said she didn’t know, she had no idea.  I told her that there was always a bed at mine if she wanted it.   I had meant the spare room.   Anne gratefully accepted my offer.  Stan came up to us before we left the club and said to feel free to call on him if Richard gave us any trouble.  I was grateful of his offer as I had more than a hunch that we hadn’t seen the last of Richard.  That night Ann again slept with me.  I was so pleased that she chose my bed, when she could have slept in the spare bed.  The next day she had to go to work in the same clothes she had worn the night before.  After work Ann returned to my house and we took a ride past Ann and Richard’s house.  His car was there, and Ann was desperate for clothes and other things, but I knew Richard would kick off and I would probably get hurt.

As I went to drive past the club Stan’s car was there.  I dropped in and asked could he help us.  He was more than happy to help, and I drove the three of us to the house.  The moment Richard saw Ann he was again calling her all sorts of thing from cheating whore to a slutty traitor.  Stan took umbrage to Richard’s flow of insults and grabbed Richard and threw him to the floor.  Stan then had his foot on Richard’s throat and warned him that if he moved, he would break his neck.  Stan told Ann get whatever she wanted.  Ann filled the back seats and the boot of my car.  Then Ann squeezed into the back with her stuff while Stan again threatened Richard and warned him that if he caused anyone any issues, he would have to answer to him.

I dropped Stan back at the club and took Ann home and helped her unpack the car.  Ann’s stuff filled my spare room.  The only place for her to sleep now was with me.  I was happy about that as in just two nights I had got used to another person in bed with me and besides I had always fancied and liked Ann.  I was pretty sure that even if I had more rooms Ann still would have slept with me.   Richard never bothered Ann or me, but he did upset a few other people and he took a worse beating than what Stan had given him.  Shortly afterwards he disappeared, and we never saw him again.

Well, my liking and fancying Ann turned to love.  Two years later I married Ann, and Stan was our best man.  All I can say was it was by far the best one hundred and fifty pound investment I ever made.