You try your hands but it’s no use, you’re bound into the leather chair in your room, mouth gagged, dry. Your wife is stretched tight, each limb to a bed post, gagged, sturdy, she’s stopped pulling as you both listen to the men searching your home. She’s dropped her head back and you see the thin fabric of your wife’s panties, sense her vulnerability, disappointed by your body’s stiffening.
They came when you were sleeping, ignored your protests, gagging and securing first you, threatening your wife if you didn’t comply, then her. Something about the way they handled her makes you think this isn’t just a robbery. Why isn’t she in a chair and why were you dragged to the foot of the bed wife’s snatch in your view. Is it a showdown or is there a line of moisture, the fabric a little transparent, pink plump lip, reddish pubic hair peeking out the elastic against pale skin. Your cock is so hard, your boxers barely holding it. When you were struggling the head started cleaving through the slit at the front, you can see it.
You startle as they come in the room, made small by their presence, faces obscured by half masks, your gym bag with laptops and iPads placed by the door “now for some fun!” The tall one announces. He has the kitchen scissors and snips free your wife’s tee shirt up the front and pulls it open. Her boobs barely sag, if anything look fuller, nipples pink and apparent, fear or excitement? Is she, like you, having a fantasy fulfilled? Your cock twitches, slips out a little more. “Looks like hubby’s enjoying the show” one of the other men laughs.
The tall one leans to your wife’s ear, loud enough so you hear “Just play along darlin’, otherwise we’ll take it out on him.” She looks down into your face, you nod and she puts her head back. “Never know, you might enjoy it.” Your gaze drops, you can’t see her face but a patch on her panties draws your eye, she’s definitely wet.
No comment as one of the crew disrobes and the tall man applies the scissors to the knickers, across the crotch, leaves the waistband, flap at front and back. Lips thick protrude from her slit, glistening.
Shit, the disrobed one returns, masked and you see his semi-hard cock, thick, topped at the groin with short pubic hair. Abs and chest muscled and hairless. His hand squeezes her thigh, not sure whether her moan is discomfort or desire. He lets you see his hands on each outstretched thigh and thumbs open the wet pussy, pink folds develop into a pink opening. He drops his mouth and your close enough to see his tongue enter and his hand roughly manipulate her clit. Yes, she’s moaning.
The others disrobe except masks and mount the bed, nuzzling each breast with a triumphant nipple each. She’s silent then coughs. They all stop while one takes her gag out. “Be good” he admonishes returning to her nipple. Her moans have words “now”, “yes, god”, “fuck”, “shit”. Her back bucks into the cunnilingus performer, breathing stops and you sense a wracking silent orgasm. You look down and see your cock now completely out, precum oozes.
The man at the base of the bed walks to the bed head and roughly kisses her on the mouth. “Taste yourself on me baby” he says kissing her again, this time his tongue snaking into her mouth, lingering. You look down, that guy’s cock is like 8 inches but thick, proportions like a can. He returns and stands in front of you, cock eye level and rigid. “I’m going to put this over there, in that fine pussy”. He’s so close you can smell the maleness of it. He turns, kneeling on the bed knees apart against your wives creamy thighs. Her pussy seems ablaze with pink. He rests it against the opening and goes to the hilt, sighing. “Ah, yeah”. Rhythm slow you watch the lips consume the length, whitening with strain, she grunts on the down stroke. One of his hands is busy there, rubbing her clit like she likes, side to side.
One of the other men is rubbing his cock against her wet nipple. Transferring the slippery pre-cum from his cock making the breast shiny. He was also sliding it across the breast. Your wife looks up and he straddles her arm, his bobbing cock by he mouth she looks at you and slides her lips over the head, tongue snaking around her lips. Her head bobs, cheeks sucked in. She’s actively sucking this cock. Your cock strains, inflated, engorged and your hoping she can’t the the excitement her degradation gives you. Is it degrading? She seems to be enjoying it. He’s bucks a little going deeper, scrotum on her cheek.
The man pumping into her pussy starts groaning and she responds, her hips rise to his assault. She hums contentment as she’s wracked with an orgasm, spitting out the cock to pant. From behind you see the pulse of the cock in your wife 1, 2, 3, 456. He stays in place, thin white stream approaches her anus across her pink seam.
The man straddling her arm strokes his cock, grunts and lets a rope of semen onto her neck, then face and then hair before returning it to her lips and tongue, her tenderly cleaning it.
The tall man stands, penis erect and comes to you.
“She’s one fine lady, must hold you in high regard, compliant” you watch the cock withdrawn from her pussy, wiped clean on the remainder of knickers. “I’m ready to ride” he wags his thick cock in your face. The other two unfasten her and rotate her, facing across you, your left. Wrists and ankles restrained now face down. The bed is narrower than long so her legs seem a bit loose but her arms wide. “This requires a bit of preparation. On your knees lady!” Your imagination stirs with your cock. He takes the lube from the bedside table and fills his fingers. “Stick your butt out!” Sideways you can see your wife’s pussy leaking semen and now he massages the lube on her anus. Then fingers probe, her initially alarmed cries become moans.
He returns to you. “You know anal sex needs to well lubricated. Agreed”. You nod still gagged. The scissors cut the gag away. You work your jaw and tongue. He languidly pumps his cock speaking “I find natural lubricants the best. It will be more comfortable for your wife, you want that?”. You look at your wife’s exposed anus, little twitch.
“Of course” you croak.
“She’s good with her mouth” you struggle, you’re stuck. “I think it’s fair you do your share, for your wife’s comfort”. You look at the cock, how big it is, your mouth dries a little, lips part. “For her comfort” he repeats. The cock bumps your lips and you part them. You look over and your wife has turned her head and looks at your face. Her eyes aren’t scared they’re lusty, lids hooded. She nods and the tall man pushed your lower jaw open and begins enters your mouth. Your a bit frantic, where does the tongue go? Watch the teeth. Salty? More like gamey, not awful, maybe a little moreish. He groans and pumps a little in and a little out with his hand on the back of your head. You’ve never felt this vulnerable. You see your wife smile. The cock slides up your tongue and down, smooth stoke like it was meant to do this. You adjust your head to accommodate him deeper and now feel the light cool bump of the testicles in the loose scrotum on your chin. He groans again and you’re oddly pleased he’s pleased.
He pulls out and you’re a little disappointed. “Ready to ride” and he steps over to your wife’s ass, checking lubrication. “Gorgeous, not your first time I gather”. You see her cheeks redden. He places his cock above the drooling vagina a stream of semen now trailed down to her knee. The anus twitches to the touch of his cock. Your wife looks at you and you see her eyes wide as the pressure increases. Plonk, the head goes in past the first sphincter and her eyes close with her groans. You see the cock sawing in and out, anus sucking and pushing. She’s panting in on the out-stroke, out on the in-stroke. Her legs begin to shake and it’s only because the tall man is grasping her hips he continues pumping. One of the other men kneels at her head, directing it onto his now-hard cock. The other stands watching, also erect now. He sees you and grabs your hair. “Pretty show huh?” “Yes”. He pumps your cock and you sit back to maximize access. There’s so much pre-cum your boxers are soaked, feels so good. He stands to your side so you can watch the cock plunder your wife’s ass and places his cock in your mouth, now a familiar comfort.
The tall man’s stroke lengthen and he groans, balls deep you see the scrotum contract as he pumps the seed deep in her ass. Slowly withdrawing her anus is a reddened “O”, a gap still visible yet to close.
Your mouth is tired but you don’t want him to stop. The guy at your wife’s mouth makes her gag as he holds himself deep, bucking his hips before withdrawing. Your attendant takes his cock out and shouts “open up!” Pumping furiously, you open your mouth comically wide, tongue out and he grunts deposit of semen in the back of your throat and tongue. You swallow.
“Clean-up, central aisle. You up to that buddy? She’ll still be tied down you clean her up? We don’t like to leave a mess like this.” You nod even though your mouth isn’t gagged. Scissors free your arms from the chair and they are retired behind your back before your legs are freed. You cock is softening as you sense the end of the ordeal. You are motioned behind your wife. You see her pink distended ass, its little mouth streaming, a little brown also matted in the light hair.
Pussy lips puckered, thick stream of semen hangs motionless. “What you looking at? Get on with it!” And your head is pushed onto the crack, your balance lost, arms behind you. The cum is cold and the taste savory and salty, maybe some is your wife’s sweat. There’s an earthy-ness around her ass, unmistakable. She arches, opening her hips to allow you in. The tall man roughly pulls the buttocks apart. She moans and you realize your cock has hardened again. You suck at the vagina, lapping as ooze appears, probe the anus your tongue hurts with how hard you poke it out. Another moan and no longer are you cleaning her but pleasuring her. “Why don’t we let him have a ride, she seems game?” One of the men laughs and your arms are snipped free. You sidle up to your wife’s hips, heavy cock lolling against her thigh. You look at the men, your wife’s face, her hums, Mmm, like she’s waking up. You stroke your cock, oh the relief. Place it at her labia, moisten it. Then raise it to her anus and plunge in. She yelps and you luxuriate at the tight sleeve of pressure squeezing you. You rock, scrotum bouncing against her pussy. Too soon the pressure wave comes and like a vacuum you feel your load drawn from you. Your tired and lean over her, kiss her back, her neck.
The tall man whispers into your wife’s ear:
“All go the way you planned, happy” Mmm
“You were right, he’s up for anything” Mmm
“Thanks, we’ll go now, you want us back, get in touch” Mmm
They go and you look at the abandoned laptops on the floor.
“Cut me loose baby, let’s go sleep in the spare room tonight, these sheets are too sticky.”
“What the …”
“Did you want them back baby, like that cock? There’s more than your mouth you know. Come on.”
END
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