It was late and I was tired. The drive was quiet. My jaw was tight, I was grinding my teeth, I was stewing… no, I was FUCKING MAD AS HELL! 

For the first time in my life, I was so mad that I understood how someone could murder another person. A person that they loved more than anything in the world. All because that is how I felt at this very moment!

Neither of us had spoken since Molly had opened my truck door and crawled in. I looked straight ahead, never looking at her or acknowledging she was there. She was sitting as far away from me as she could, pressed against the door. 

As the first thirty miles passed, I realized I needed to stop for gas. I pulled off at a Pilot Travel Center and up to a diesel pump, filled up, while I went into the men's room. I bought a tall coffee loaded with sugar and walked back out. Capped off the tank and crawled back into the truck.

That was the first time I had looked at Molly. My face was blank, showing no emotion. I thought, my God, she looks horrible. Her hair was a mess, and her face was stained with tears. Her mascara and her makeup were smeared and streaked. Her beautiful dress wasn't so beautiful anymore. It was wrinkled and slightly torn on the side, and she was only wearing one shoe, with the other one lying on the seat. She looked like a well fucked tramp. At that moment, I thought that was precisely what she was. 

Before she could speak, I held up my hand, waving her off!

I started the truck and pulled back onto the interstate. We rode in silence for the next sixty-four miles and turned into our driveway, opening the garage, and pulling in. I closed the garage door and got out. I walked into the house, leaving Molly sitting in the truck, letting her decide her next move to come into the house if she dared. 

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I stopped in the kitchen and poured myself half a tumbler of Jack Black neat. I walked into my den and turned on the TV. I had no idea what was on at 2:41 am. I am usually soundly asleep, but not tonight.   

For most of the last two days and nights, I have wondered how my wife was and worried every minute about what she was doing and her safety. The last time I had seen her was before her company Awards Dinner on Friday night in our hotel room before she left for the Athens Country Club. 

I rolled the glass in my palms and sipped the Jack as I warmed it. I thought about what had transpired. What I knew and what I didn't know. None of it made sense. What seemed to have happened may have happened or may not have, and it might have been voluntary or forced to happen. There was a lot more to what went on than I know or understand in either case.

At this point, I heard a movement in the kitchen. The fridge opened and closed, and I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I sat still, breathing normally, sipping my Jack, and watching QVC, a woman selling cookware, counting the number of sales. It was fascinating that people were up at this hour buying this crap in the middle of the night.

Molly appeared at the door. I didn't look at her. She stood there watching me, waiting for me to do or say something since I had done neither since I picked her ragged ass up.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I let my mind wander, and it went back three days to Friday evening.

Molly's company has an Award Dinner for all the senior employees and the award winners each year. Molly is a Regional Director for the national franchise chain, so she is always invited. Previously spouses have always been invited though many don't bother to come. In the years before COVID, the event was held over a weekend at an offshore resort in the Caribbean. But last year, due to COVID, they canceled the event. 

This year with COVID loosening up and the entrance of a new CEO, they reinstated the event. But it was being held for a much smaller group of invitees and senior staff. The spouses were not invited, and I was not happy about that, but what can you do?

The Award Dinner was not held at a resort-like normal but locally at a Country Club in Athens, Ga., near the company headquarters.

We decided that I would drive Molly over to Athen's and wait for her to return to the Hilton Hotel. Then we would have our own all-night party after she came back to me at the hotel.

We got there earlier in the day, checked in, and lounged around. Later in the afternoon, we took a soak in the Roman tub. We teased and played with each other, not washing, just foreplay. We cuddled with Molly laying back against me as I played with her beautiful breasts teasing her nipples. My hand slid down her tight belly, cupping her bare mound dipping my long finger into her crease, fingering her until she was withering under my hand but not letting her cum. I held her tight, torturing her, making her moan, making her beg me to make her cum, but I didn't. I finally released her, and she spun around in the tub, grabbing my hard cock, and stroking me, "You have to fuck me now!" She stated as she crawled out of the tub, dragging me willingly by my hard cock.

We quickly dried each other as we made our way over to bed. Molly pushed me down on it and crawled on top of me, laying her hot body on me and kissing me passionately. She slowly slid down my body, kissing along my hot skin, playing with my chest hair, taking my hard cock in her mouth. I was instantly in heaven as Molly slowly began bobbing on me, sucking my cock.

I didn't want to cum in her mouth, so I pulled out and rolled her over on her back. I kissed down her body, sucking her nipples and nibbling on her breasts. I continued teasing her skin, kissing across her tight belly, licking her bare mound as my long tongue dipped into her deep groove. I pushed her legs apart, looking at her beautiful pussy. I kissed the inside of her thighs, making Molly moan. I moved up as I felt her body tremble.

"What do you want, Molly?"

"Oh God, Eat Me, Baby, Please Make Me Cum!

My mouth covered the swollen lips of her sweet pussy. I devoured her. We made passionate oral love for the next hour. But we never fucked, leaving her desperate for my cock and me to cum. 

I would not allow us to finish. That would only happen tonight after the Awards Dinner when Molly returned to me, and we would make passionate love all night.

We napped until it was time for Molly to dress. She took a quick shower to freshen her body after this afternoon.

She looked incredible as she stepped back into the room naked. Her skin had a pink glow, partly from our sexual play but more from the hot shower she had just taken. Her body looked exquisite. Her breasts sat high on her chest. Her belly was firm, and her crown jewel was waxed smooth, displaying the deep groove separating her puffy outer lips. My cock grew hard as I watched her walk across the room to me. She kissed me. I reached up to tease a nipple, but she slapped my hand away. "No, No, later baby, we will have a lot of fun." She spun around and walked away. I sucked air in through my teeth as I watched her magnificent ass wiggle as she walked across to the bed to begin dressing.  

At thirty-two, Molly looks fantastic and could easily pass for a much younger woman. She is tall at 5'7", 125 lbs. with a model's figure. Her beautiful 34D breasts are perfectly shaped in natural globes. Her legs are long and sleek, ending at the most succulent pussy I have ever tasted.

Tonight, she was wearing a rose-colored satin dress, which was short, showing some leg, but still stylish and not slutty. Under, she would wear a sexy thin, black, lace shelf bra showing her cleavage with the tops of her bare breast and nipples teasingly covered. Molly didn't need any support; she loved this type of bra and how it showed off her breasts. So, did I.

Her panties were a tiny lace thong, matching her bra. This was not your typical thong, it was much sexier with twin tie strings on her hips, and an open crotch. These were the sexiest panties I had ever seen her wear. 

To finish off her sexy look, Molly slicked on her black thigh-high stockings and her expensive four-inch stiletto heels with the blood-red sols. She added the expensive pearl necklace and dangling earrings I bought her on our last anniversary. When she finished dressing, she sat at her makeup table, making her face even more beautiful, which didn't take much time.  

Molly stood, walking toward me, modeling with every step. "So, what do you think?" she asked when she stopped two feet away and cocked her hip, placing her hands on them and striking a sexy pose. 

"Well, I think 'WOW' is in order." I took a deep breath. "If I didn't know better, I would think you had dressed for another man!" I teased her, but her outfit did make me wonder. No, she is mine, and there is nothing to worry about.

Molly looked at me and a strange look appeared on her face, one of concern and confusion. A look I had not seen before Then she spoke. "Brandon... why would you say that?"

"Oh nothing, I was teasing. My God Molly, you look incredible. I am jealous that other men will be escorting you tonight, and I can't be there. That is simply wrong. You should be in my arms, tonight dressed like that. I love you so much. I'll be waiting for you when you come back to me, and I will make love to you the rest of the night."

Molly came to me. I took her in my arms. I kissed her passionately and lightly caressed her breasts, then ran my finger just under the scoop neck of her dress, teasing her hard nipples. Then I slipped my hand down under her skirt, touching the soft bare skin above her stocking, teasing her but not touching her treasure through the open slit in her panties. I couldn't wait to fuck her through her thong, feeling the lace rub against my cock.

"Oh, Brandon you have me so hot. Please put a finger inside me. I need to cum so bad!"

"No baby, you stopped me earlier so it's payback. Not till you come back to me later tonight. I want you primed for an all-night fuck session, when I will repeatedly put something much bigger than my finger inside you."

"No Brandon, please, I need to cum now; to take the edge off before going. Please, I beg you, PLEASE?"

I kissed her softly, "I love you Molly, but you'll have to wait till later. You will mess up your look. I want them all to look at you tonight, knowing they can't touch you, that you are mine!"

I moved away from her, seeing the disappointment and wanton look on her face. 

"Touch up your makeup now, your Uber will be here soon, and you will need to go,"

I walked over and looked out the glass door overlooking the city

Molly prepped her makeup, then added a black satin wrap over her shoulder. I went to her, kissed her softly, not messing up her lipstick. 

"Have fun, but not too much fun. I should expect you back before midnight. Text me if you need me. I love you, baby!" And sent her off, as I began my long wait. 

I opened the door. As Molly left, I saw that same odd look on her face as before. I wasn't sure what it was about, so I called to her, "Molly, are you OK?"

She looked away, then back at me, and waved as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside. She pressed the button and looked out at me, with that same odd look. Then she blew me a kiss as the doors closed.

What was, that look about? It was odd, but it was nothing!

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It was 6:30 pm, and I realized I was hungry, so I walked down the street a few blocks to The Place, an excellent restaurant I had been to before. They were not busy yet, so I was seated quickly. I ordered a draft beer and their famous Black-Eyed Pea Cakes to start. I knew my entrée would be their Shrimp and Grits.

I pulled out my phone and saw a text from Molly.

Molly's text: "Baby, I miss you already. Just getting here, I wish you were here. I love you; see you before midnight!"

My text: "I miss you too, eating at The Place. Love you, have fun!"

Molly text: "Was a purple devil emoji and three eggplants." 

I knew from her graphic text Molly was horny as hell, and I was in for a fantastic night after the event when she was back with me.

My text: "Be sure and save it for me!" with a big smile and a couple of hearts!

There was no answer, so I guess she had arrived and gone inside.

My food came; I ate and had a couple more beers. I love watching people, so I sat and watched as the couples came in, sat, talked, and ate. After a couple of hours, I left and walked around as I made my way back to the hotel. 

I went into the bar. It was not full yet, so I took a stool at the bar. I saw a few women and men by themselves like me. I watched them, but nothing was happening. Then a cutie came in and sat a few stools down from me at the bar. She was hot, wearing a short skirt and revealing top. The bartender was a handsome black man; she started to flirt with him. I noticed no rings, so I assumed she was single and on the prowl.

As I sipped my beer, she turned to me, "Hi, you by yourself?"

I nodded, and she moved down two stools, leaving one stool between us.

"Magan," she put out her hand.

"Brandon," I took her hand, and we shook.

"So why is a stud like you here by yourself? Meeting someone?"

"Something like that, but later!"

"Wife or Girlfriend?"

"Wife."

"Oh well, where is she?"

"At a business Awards Dinner."

"You couldn't go?"

"No spouses this year, with COVID going on."

"Well, isn't that a coincidence? I bet my partner is there too, at the Country Club, right!"

"Yeah, same event." 

"Well, it sucked that we couldn't go?"

"Yes, I was pissed."

"Me too, but they will be done by 10:00 pm, and Stella will come back as soon as it's over.

"Molly is coming back as soon as it's over too."

"Your wife is Molly? Damn Brandon, did you know she was chosen as Employee of the Year? You were supposed to be there. I wonder what happened and why you are not." Magan had an odd look on her face.

"What, my Molly is the 'Employee of the Year,' and I was supposed to be there! How do you know this?"

"I worked in HR and helped set up the main event and worked a little on the after-party celebration for the winners." 

"What after-party?" 

"Well, it is a surprise party, only the winners and the board members can go. That is why you weren't invited. None of the spouses were. That makes sense then. Sorry, I guess you shouldn't have been there. My Bad!" 

"Where is the surprise party?" 

"No one knows; that is the real surprise. Only ten people are going, the CEO, five board members, and the four winners."

"That's it, well who are the winners?"

"Well, Your Wife Molly, Tom Williams, Evan James, Tony Evans." 

"All men and Molly. Is the board all men?"

"Uhhh… Yes, they all are. I have never met the board members but, I am sure. Why?"

"Well, this year they are having a secret party, when it has been a group party every other year with spouses included. And this year, everyone there is a man except for Molly. That is not a good mix; There is also a new CEO, Harrison, I’m not sure of his last name. He has only been there a few months, and he is young and single. Molly mentioned he was a little flirty, so I am uncomfortable about the secret party!"

"His full name is Harrison Tate."

"But Brandon you shouldn't worry, nothing will happen. Mr. Tate and the board have way too much to lose!"

"Well, that may be, but I am still not happy."

"Hold on a minute. It's my phone buzzing."

I looked at my phone and noted the time. It was 10:43 pm Friday.

Molly's text: "Oh God, baby, I was named Employee of the Year. That is crazy. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. There is a winner's party with the board of directors and the four winners and Mr. Tate The CEO. I don't know anything other than that. We are going somewhere, and we will be back Sunday. I am so sorry. I knew nothing about any of this. I must go. I am so sorry. I love you and will make it up to you. Oh God, I am so excited, Employee of the Year! WOW! Love you!"

I read the text and must have had a strange look on my face.

"Brandon… what is it? You look awful."

I handed Magan my phone. 

"Barkeep two double Jack Black's neat, please." I had to pee, so I got up and walked off.

"Brandon, your phone."

"I'll be back!"

I went to the men's room, peed, then walked outside by the pool, and looked up at the sky. Could this really be happening? What could happen to Molly? God Damnit!! I was out of control of the situation, and I couldn't protect her, which is what I vowed to do the day I married her five years ago.

I walked back inside, and Magan saw me. I must have looked in shock. 

"Jesus… Brandon, are you OK?"

"Magan, I can't help her now if I wanted or needed to. What if…" Magan grabbed me and hugged me. 

"Don't think that; it will drive you crazy!

Then I heard another voice. "Magan, let me talk to him."

"Brandon, this is Stella, my partner, the love of my life!" 

"Hi, Brandon; nice to meet you. I may be able to help you a little. First, I love your wife. Molly is such a sweet, caring person and deserves to be named Employee of the Year."

"With that said, I think the 'secret party' is very secret, and no one other than the board and now the four attendees know anything about it. An outside travel company arranged it, and the only thing I know is, it is a two-night trip somewhere. Once they are in the air, they will tell the four winners where they are going and the details."

"WHAT THE FUCK? They are flying somewhere, WHERE? For two fucking days and nights! Damn this is so wrong. She doesn't have any clothes, only what she is wearing. Wow, this is unbelievable and so wrong." 

"It is strange, but I don't think anything will happen. I think the company will buy all the clothes they need, and it will all be OK! I certainly hope so. It should be a happy night for you two. I am so sorry this has happened to you."

Magan handed me my phone. There was another text from Molly.

Molly's text: "Brandon, this is all so strange. I don't know what to say. Harrison, the CEO, told us we were going to an island in the Caribbean for two days to celebrate our achievements. I am shocked and terribly upset. I know you are confused, worried, and very mad about this. I knew nothing about any of this. I am so sorry. Please don't be mad. I will be home on Sunday night."

My text: "Molly, I am upset, and I am not sure who I am mad at, but someone for sure. I love you, and I am worried. You are off with eight men with no clothes, going somewhere. I have no idea about any of this. You are the only woman there, and a fucking beautiful woman I might add! I am seriously concerned for your safety."

Molly's text: "Oh Brandon, nothing is going to happen. These are all honorable men. I am safe. I love you, please don't worry. I will text you when we are on the way back so you can pick me up. I love you baby. Please don't be upset."

My text: "I guess you should enjoy yourself as much as possible. Keep your legs crossed and your clothes on. Text me when you can, to relieve my anxiety. I am sure I will not sleep for the next two days. I love you more than anything. Come home to me!"

Molly text: "It will all be OK. I promise nothing will happen! I love you. This will be my last text until I get back!"

My text: "What, you can't text while there?"

I got no response. That was it until Sunday! FUCK!!!

"What did she say?"

"She is almost like a captive. She is on a plane, and I think they have taken their phones away. It all looks innocent but also very strange. Molly is a trusting person and always sees good in people. I am afraid she has no idea what might happen, and she thinks everything will be OK. God, I hope she is right!"

"I don't think anything will happen; at least I pray for that," Magan softly stroked my arm.

I thought for a minute. I looked at the two ladies.

"It is time for me to check out and go home. Thank you, ladies, for your help and understanding. I need to be in familiar surroundings to wait this out. Please put your numbers on my phone."

Magan and Stella gave me their numbers. We hugged, and I went up to pack what little I had and get Molly's clothes and other things. I went down, checked out and drove home silently, thinking about what had happened in the last six hours and how your life can change instantly.

When I arrived home and put things away, it was almost 2:00 am, and I was exhausted, emotionally, and physically. I took a shower and went to bed. Sleep took a while, but I woke at 8:20 after a fitful night.

I looked at my phone, hoping for a message from Molly. Nothing, but there was a text from Magan.

Magan's text: "Brandon, I hope you got home safely and slept OK. I am worried about you and Molly, and I am having a tough time sleeping myself. Can you call me? I want to talk with you?"

I didn't text her; I called.

"Hey, Magan." 

"Hi Brandon, how are you doing?"

"I just woke up. I did sleep some, so I am doing OK."

"Look, after you left, Stella and I started calling everyone we knew that might know something. What we came up with is, they went to an exclusive island in the Bahamas. The company is providing everything, clothes, and personal items they would all need." 

"It is supposed a be team-building session and R&R for a couple of days. The four people are the most promotable employees in the company. They are being evaluated for the best position and to be mentored. It all sounds on the up and up!"

"Well, that sounds a little better. I can't believe the wives of the three guys were not as troubled as I am when they found out their husbands were not coming home."

"Brandon, none of them are married!"

"What the hell? Molly is on an island with nine men for two days, and over half of them are single. Fuck, that is not good. Unfortunately, this info wiped out any positive thoughts I had from what you told me before."

"Brandon, there is one more thing you need to know. After the awards were given out, the four winners were taken to a room where they were told about the trip. They were each given the opportunity to decline the trip with no recourse. Molly was also allowed to call you before she decided to go or not. As you know, she didn't call, and she is on the trip."

I sat dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? Molly didn't even call me to tell me about or discuss the trip. She just went. How could she do that? That was not like her. Something is going on. I was damn sure that when I found out what it was, I was not going to like it!

"Thanks Magan. I don't know what’s going on. It doesn't make sense. I have a bad feeling about it. I will try not to think any more about it and will deal with Molly when she gets home. Thanks for all your help. If you learn any more, let me know!"

"It's probably nothing; hang in there OK."

"OK, thanks,"  

I was confused and very pissed off now. What was Molly doing? 

I decided I could not do anything now. I had to let it play out and deal with it when Molly got back home.

The following two days were going to be pure hell.

After talking to Magan, I sat on my deck drinking coffee laced with Jack Black. It calmed my nerves a little, but all I could think about was the shit that was happening on that damned Island. There were nine men and my wife. None of my thoughts were good ones; all I could see were these men ravaging her beautiful naked body. The question was, is she consenting freely, or is she being taken without consent. Either way, I know that in the sexual state I had left her yesterday, she was as horny as an alley cat. Knowing Molly, she would be an easy mark. Add with all the praise and excitement lavished on her with the award and this trip. I was sure she has been seduced and was being fucked at this very moment!

I couldn't focus on anything. It was driving me crazy.

Then the evil demons invaded. Why didn't Molly call me and talk to me about the trip, asking my opinion? Did she know about the 'special party' ahead of time, and that was why she had that odd look when she left me last night?

No, no, no, stop this; you are making yourself crazy.

I went inside, made some breakfast, and picked it over, eating only a little.

I decided I needed a distraction, so I called Taylor, my golfing buddy.

"Morning buddy, what to go play eighteen?"

"Hey man, I thought you were in Athens with Molly?"

"It's a long story. It might take all eighteen holes and a case of beer to through it. Call and get us a time, and I'll pick you up in an hour."

"OK, are you OK, you don't sound good."

"I'm not good, but maybe golf, you and the beer will help me. I'll explain later."

"OK, see you in an hour."

"Call for a time."

"OK"

I hung up and reheated my breakfast and finished eating it.

I saw Molly's business laptop bag sitting on the side counter as I ate. I took it out and fired it up, and I knew her password was our wedding date, so I was in quickly.

I went right to her email, scanning them looking for anything. There was nothing overtly obvious. I thought it was odd that there were many messages from her new CEO, Harrison Tate, especially over the past several weeks. I read a few, and they were all business except two from two weeks ago. They were a little cryptic about a meeting between them in Athens. There was one before their meeting then one after. The second one was a little strange coming from him with no response from Molly. Something about how their meeting ended that I didn't understand.

That disturbed me a little. Harrison was quite forward in his message, all about how he enjoyed her company and wanted to get to know her better and help her grow with the company. It was a little more aggressive than I would have expected. I bet he knew Molly had already been selected as Employee of the Year and set up to work with her more but could not tell her about it yet. Or he could have been playing her!   

Nothing concrete. I spent a few minutes looking up the board members but ran out of time and left to pick up Taylor.

We played golf; I was horrible. Taylor played badly too. He was worried about me. I couldn't focus but being with Taylor, outside and drinking beer in the morning, helped. I was doing something that was better than being alone.

I told Taylor everything, and he was supportive, reminding me that Molly loved me, and she was true blue, all the way. The award and the trip swept her up, but everything would be OK.

We went to dinner later, so I got home about 10 pm. Day one was over. I just had to get through tonight, and Molly would be home tomorrow.

I was just ready for bed when my phone buzzed.

It was a text from Magan.

Magan's text: "How you doing? I have been thinking about you all day. Stella called the HR director to talk with her about this trip, and she assured Stella that nothing out of line would happen."

My text: "Thanks. We will see, they will be back tomorrow, then I’ll get the whole story."

Magan's text: "Yeah, well, don't be too hard on her, she loves you, and she lets everyone know what a great guy you are."

My text: "Thanks for the support. Chat with you later."

I slept better Saturday night and woke up around 8:00 am. I made breakfast and read the paper on the deck, trying not to think about Molly or any of this fucking mess.

The rest of the day was a drag. I worked in the yard some but thought about Molly every minute. I prayed that she would be OK, and nothing had happened. 

I expected them to be back late afternoon, so as the day wore on, I expected a call or text from Molly to pick her up in an hour or so, but nothing came.

I was getting worried when 7:00 pm rolled around and I still had heard nothing. 8:00 pm then 9:00 pm came - still nothing. I was overly concerned now and texted Magan.

My text: "Not Back Yet, WORRIED!"

Time went by with no answer.

Then a text from Molly.

Molly's text: "Oh Baby, get over her now, please hurry. I will be at the hotel in the lobby. Hurry, please!"

My text: "What happened? You, OK?" On my way!”

It's ninety plus miles. I drove like NASCAR and made it in just over an hour. I pulled up in front of the Hilton, and stopped. I looked in the front door, and there she was by herself not looking well. She was dressed in the same dress she wore on Friday night. WTF?