She greets me at the door as I arrive home from work. She is excited, I've no idea why. She is wearing a huge black t-shirt, that comes half-way down her thigh. I frown, confused.
I notice her mascara is a little smudged and her eyes are pink. She grabs my shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. I can taste gin.
She breaks off and smiles.
"I have a surprise," she tells me.
I'm lead to the bedroom, and immediately pushed down onto the bed. She climbs on top of me and starts frantically kissing me.
As my cock swells, I barely notice the rope tightening around my left wrist. I break off and look up at the restraint, just as she begins to fasten the other arm. We look at each other and laugh.
She climbs off the bed and starts to unbuckle my belt. My trousers are quickly torn away, followed by my underwear. She takes my now bulging cock in her hand and motions her face down like she is about suck it dry. Instead, she stops herself and, looking up towards me, gives it a gentle teasing kiss.
She giggles.
For the first time I notice there are more restraints at the foot of the bed. She starts securing my ankles. I grimace a little not expecting quite how tightly she ties them.
"Are you ready for your surprise?" she asks.
"There's more?" I think to myself, as I nod slowly and silently.
She smiles and leaves the room.
When she returns she is not alone. Her friend is tall and blonde, wearing a tight white dress. I move my legs together in some vain hope that doing so might cover me.
"Don't be shy baby," my wife says as she walks up to the head of the bed.
Her mouth finds mine. As we kiss, she slips her pink panties out from under the t-shirt. Suddenly, without any warning, she bites my lip, hard. The taste of blood fills my mouth. Before I can make any protest she stuffs the panties deep into my mouth. From under a pillow she quickly pulls some duct tape and my lips are sealed. I pull against the restraints in anger, but I'm quickly distracted.
I look down and see my wife's friend holding my cock.
"I thought you were exaggerating," she says laughing. My wife laughs too.
"What the fuck did that mean!" I think to myself.
She starts sucking. The intensity is like nothing I've ever experienced.
"Good, isn't she baby?" my wife says as she slips her hand up inside the giant t-shirt.
I don't know what I'm feeling right now. Is it anger? Fear? Exhilaration?
My wife was right, though, her friend is good. Too good. I can't cope with much more of this. Her lips are gripping so tightly it hurts. I'm going to cum.
She stops suddenly, and wagging a finger, says, "No, no, no. You don't cum."
She stands up from the bed and walks over to the chair on the other side of the room.
"Shall we show him our movie?" she asks with a sinister smile.
I look up at my wife. I have never seen her - or anyone - so aroused. She looks like she is in a trance. Her eyes are wide, her breathing is deep and slow. She nods.
Her friend beckons her, and my wife quickly moves over and sits down on her lap. They start to kiss. For five minutes they continue kissing and caressing, ignoring me completely. They break off at regular intervals to whisper into each other's ears. Every whisper is met with laughter.
This is too fucked up. I've had enough. I pull hard against the ropes but doing so just makes them tighten around my wrists and ankles. The pain is excruciating.
Both women look over and laugh. I scream through my gag, but their laughter just intensifies.
All the while my cock is betraying me, as it bulges and leaks precum.
They quickly go back to their kissing. Without breaking off the friend points a remote control at the television and it comes to life.
The screen stays black for a few seconds, and then my wife appears. It is daytime. She is sat in the passenger seat of a car, dressed in a low-cut silvery grey dress with black tights. Her makeup is much thicker than I'm used to seeing on her. She smiles at the camera.
"Say 'hello' to hubby," her friend says from behind the camera.
"Hello hubby," she says laughing and waving.
"Now tell him what we're doing today."
"OK, today we're going hunting."
"For?"
"We're going hunting for cock."
"What kind of cock?"
"Big cock."
"Not just cock though right?"
"No, not just cock."
"What else?"
Before my wife can answer the screen goes black. When the video resumes her friend is on screen, wearing the same white dress she is in right now. It suddenly dawns on me that this was filmed today. Maybe just a few hours ago.
She is holding the camera up filming herself. She explains that they've found a building site. She says they've met a man called Greg. She says that Greg has agreed to let my wife suck his cock.
The video cuts to my wife on her knees gagging as this man, this stranger, thrusts his cock into her throat.
I scream through my gag, I fight with my restraints. The pain is still too much. I turn my head away from the screen, close my eyes and try with all my might to block out the noise of my wife having her face fucked.
Without any warning, a sharp explosion of pain shoots through from the tip of my cock. I look down. Her friend has put some kind of clip on me.
I scream and scream. I try to push the panties out with my tongue, but it's no use. Suddenly the clamp is released.
Her friend stands over me holding it in her hand.
"You want it back on?" she asks, sternly.
I shake my head furiously, causing beads of sweat to fly in all directions.
"Then watch our movie!"
Greg pulls his cock out of her mouth, and starts stroking it frantically. Just as I think he's about witness a stranger cum in my wife's pretty face, the screen goes black.
The movie resumes in a park. Her friend is slowly panning the camera around commentating on the most mundane of observations.
"We're just in the park now," she starts, "having a nice little stroll."
"Look, there's a tree. Oh and a pretty little bench. Couple of dog walkers. Another tree."
The camera continues to motion around. I think I know what is coming. Any moment I am expecting to see my wife out in the open sucking another stranger's cock.
But I am wrong.
"And look," her friend says, "there's your wife, surrounded by four strapping young lads."
There are four of them!
Her friend walks over towards the group.
"Having fun lads," she asks as she approaches. One of them reaches down and grabs my wife's tit.
"Make sure you're rough with her. She likes it rough. Don't you slut?"
My wife pulls the cock she's sucking out of her mouth, and answers, "Fuck yeah," as she slaps it hard across her own face.
