Consumed
By JustJake051
Part Three
Chapter Ten
It was the sexiest and most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life, and Brad Hughes had seen a lot. His beautiful wife, Claire, was sitting on the edge of their pool table with her legs spread wide and fingering her exposed cunt, teasing him, and showing off for a room full of men. Unfortunately, it was not the best of circumstances for Brad.
Just a few hours earlier, Brad had come home from a three-month work trip. Thirteen weeks had passed, and Brad Hughes was finally returning home, a very successful trip to Ireland behind him. The company was elated about his performance in Ireland and the new site installation was a huge success. Before he left Ireland, he got a call from the office of the company President/CEO about how pleased he was and that he and several company Vice Presidents were coming to see him. They were all coming to town to visit Brad, have dinner and discuss some high levels options.
Everything was working out perfectly. Not only did he have a wonderful time fucking crazy Didi for a week before she returned to the States, but he even hooked up with three other women while in Ireland. Marvelous, Brad thought to himself, he was the ultimate cocksman. "There isn't any pussy in the world I can't get," he mused to himself.
As the cab slowed and pulled into the drive, Brad was confused about all the cars lined up in the driveway of the house. His luggage was pulled from the trunk of the cab as he stared at all the cars. He shrugged and headed into the house.
Jet-lagged, but glad to be home, Brad made his way into the front hall, there to instantly be met by his wife, Claire. She greeted him with a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. She was wearing only a short, white satin robe, tied loosely around her waist and a pair of red, five-inch-high slip-in heels. With the heels, the statuesque redhead was breathtaking, the essence of feminine beauty, he thought. Very sexy, Brad mused, but odd for Claire.
"Oh, Honey, wonderful. You're back," she said, her bright green eyes flashing. "Yes, it's a small welcome home party for you. I thought we'd have a little pool party for you tonight. I hope you like it. Why don't you go join them in the game room. Introduce yourself. Have a drink. Loosen up. I'm going to get out of this and into something else," she said with a smile.
Brad noticed that the top of her satin robe was wide open, and Claire's magnificent breasts were exposed and clearly visible to all, and she wasn't even wearing a bra. Surely his wife would never meet people dressed like that, Brad thought to himself. "What the hell?" he muttered, as Claire turned and slowly walked away, the short robe barely covering her ass. As she stepped down the hall, he watched her ass swing smoothly from side to side in the red high-heel slides. Not her usual attire or her usual walk, he thought. She looked incredibly hot. The short robe swung and flipped up with the motion of her ass. She was definitely not wearing any panties, and what was on her ass, he thought? It appeared that she had dirt or some a black spot on one cheek of her ass.
"What in the world...???" Brad wondered to himself.
He headed down the hall and went into the game room, where he stopped suddenly as soon as he entered the room. Loud music was pumping out on the sound system, but not any music Brad was familiar with. A pool game was indeed going on, but something was clearly wrong. These were not his guys from work, he noted. "Who are these guys?" he wondered. He saw about a dozen men, some white, some black, all strangers, crowded around his pool table. Some of the men were massive, heavily tattooed, and looked like they were at a probation meeting for former convicts, or a football team meeting, or even a bodybuilders convention. "Who the hell?" he thought. He saw a stranger approaching him, a man in a suit, who he certainly didn't recognize. "Hold on there, pal," he said quickly, his hand up to stop the man. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go check on Claire?!!" He was only in the game room for a second, then he turned quickly to go find Claire. And some answers.
"Sit your ass down!!" a large man behind him growled and two other men grabbed him and pushed him roughly into a chair next to the pool table. Brad was a large man, but clearly no match for these two and he knew it. Instantly, another man was next to him, a roll of gray tape in his hands and quickly duct taped Brad to the metal chair. His hands were taped behind him, his ankles tightly taped to the legs of the chair and a piece of duct tape slapped firmly across his mouth. Brad's eyes grew wide with panic. This was a robbery or kidnapping he thought to himself, as he realized he was in real danger.
A huge black man with massive arms, and wide muscular shoulders, stepped next to Brad and pulled something from his back pocket. "Oh my God!" Brad thought, as he saw a flash before his eyes and a shining, steel blade spring from the man's hand. The huge man pushed a razor-sharp knife blade firmly against Brad's neck and held it there. Instantly, Brad could feel a warm, thin trickle of blood run down his neck. The thin stream of blood trickled down and began to spread onto the front of Brad's shirt.
"Leon, please, not now. Later perhaps," said the tall, well-dressed man moving in to stand next to Brad. Brad realized this was the man who approached him moments earlier. "Muuuuh," Brad muttered into the duct tape across his mouth, as he tried to speak and struggle free, but was firmly bound and taped into the chair.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Victor Sellers, your wife's attorney," Victor said with a polite smile. "And of course, you've just met Leon, one of my staff," he said nodding toward the massive man standing next to him, still holding the gleaming knife. "You'll have to forgive Leon. He's become very protective of your wife. I'm afraid he's quite smitten with her. Well, as are we all. But you and I will have much more to discuss as the evening goes on. Enjoy, enjoy," Victor said, as he walked away smiling.
Brad struggled against the tape but with no success. At the pool table, Brad could see the men shooting pool, drinking, and laughing. Who were these people, he wondered, as he struggled against the wraps of tape? But the grey tape was so tightly wound around his chest, he could barely breathe. The duct tape across his mouth held firm as he tried to loosen it and cry for help. Several minutes passed, but the men just seemed to ignore him.
Suddenly, the room exploded with shouts and whistles as Claire Hughes walked in. Brad did not even recognize his wife. Her long red hair was tousled and combed over and covered one side of her face. But Brad could clearly make out her dark, exotic eyeshadow, long false eyelashes and thickly glossed lips, as she strutted into the game room. Claire was wearing a dress that was so tight it looked like the fabric was painted over her body. Brad remembered when he bought that dress for her years ago, and he called it the "perfect swingers dress". He had asked her to wear it for him and she flatly refused.
It was a leopard print fabric that stretched tightly over her hips and waist and was so short it barely covering her ass cheeks. Wide, see-through black sheer panels were on the sides of the dress and made it obvious that Claire was not wearing panties. The skimpy dress laced up the front, but the lacing starting just below her large tits and went down the front of the dress to her crotch. Her enormous bare breasts were fully exposed, her erect nipples hard, jutting out. She was wearing the 5-inch matching animal print stiletto heels, he also remembered buying for her. He couldn't believe it was Claire, as she slowly walked over and stood in front of him, glaring down at her husband, now firmly taped into the chair.
"Oh, Honey, I see you've met Leon," she said with a smile. "He's really very warm and loving, but somewhat of a temper." Claire reached over and smeared the thin blood trail at Brad's neck with her finger.
Brad sat, wide-eyed and confused, but he was sure Claire would take the tape off his mouth and explain this terrible, practical joke. Instead, Claire Hughes reached out and slapped her husband across the face. The room erupted with laughter.
