You should really read Sam part 1, 2 3 and 4 before reading this.
Warning, this story contains scenes of non-consensual sex.
After we returned from our honeymoon, it was time to settle into married life in Baltimore. I was extremely worried for Sam, a new city, no friends and no job, I could imagine her spinning out of control. Those were my concerns before the honeymoon. Now, with all the events and Sam's behaviors on the island, I was even more worried. What the fuck was she thinking flashing her naked pussy to a bunch of guys in a bar. What the fuck did she expect?
I had lived on this planet for 24 years and never seen anyone die. Now, I've witnessed several men gunned down with their brain matter and blood sprayed all over my bride and myself. And it was all Sam's fault. I cannot really say it was all her fault. There were times I should have reined her in because I know how she gets. I should never have let her smoke pot before we went to the night club. Sam said it best, once she gets high, her "NO" button becomes a "Yes" button. I have learned and she will do fucking anything including fucking anyone.
Granted, we have a lot of fun when it is the two of us in our apartment, or a secluded spot on the beach. But I do not really want my wife flashing her pussy to a bunch of guys in a bar. I knew she did not have any panties on. I knew she was struggling to keep her dress from riding up. And I knew they were watching her hump my leg while we were dancing. I should have reined her in before things got out of control.
I think Sam apologized once the next morning and that apology really went to Raul. Other than that, she never mentioned it again.
We rented a small house near Baltimore and moved in about a week before I started work. I said I was really worried about Sam, but my worries were unwarranted. Sam landed herself an adjunct professor position at a private university in the area. She also had some discussions with a local commercial real estate firm in the area. The firm was much smaller than where she interned but it gave her the opportunity to keep up to date with the markets. She also had volunteered in a mentoring program to help inner city children with math.
The first couple of weeks on my new job were hectic. I was never informed that I would be required to spend a week in London every month. Sam and I contemplated returning the sign-on bonus and leaving until she figured out that she could join me on many of the tris, at least for a few days.
That was, until her real-estate employment got busy. Her firm had signed a contract with a developer looking to invest in areas for gentrification. They were buying groups of empty lots and were also looking at apartment buildings that could be refurbished in the right market. Sam was enjoying the challenges and the risks. It meant that Sam was spending time in some of the worse areas of Baltimore. It also meant we were spending more time apart and in different time zones. Sam was five hours behind me, so for a week each month, I would be getting ready for bed while she was hopefully getting home from work.
Occasionally, our schedules would work so that we could enjoy some mutual masturbation. Thank god for zoom, plus a wife or is not inhibited by using toys while on camera. Sam had also broken out her DVD porn collection from her time with Jackson. On nights our schedules did not work, preferring that I masturbate to a porn movie where she was the starlette, she slipped a different DVD into my suitcase on each trip.
I found some of the DVDs very erotic, watching an 18-year-old Sam masturbate always made my dick hard. One of the videos showed her with Jackson. I had known there were a number of these, sometimes with multiple men. I did not like them even though I do like watching interracial porn. With these DVDs, I knew Sam was under the influence of drugs. I am not sure she would have said no to Jackson if she was not high, but it felt like he was taking advantage of her. It raised some nagging questions in my mind, questions about Sam's judgement, questions that concerned me more after our honeymoon.
Late on a Friday night in the UK, I was awoken by a phone call from Sam. She said she had been at a showing for an old apartment building. Everyone else had already left and her car would not start. She had been trying to call the auto club, but no one would come out to that area at night. Neither would Uber or Lyft. I could tell by her voice that she was becoming hysterical which was very unlike Sam. In the background, I began hearing other people talking and I realized that Sam was having a conversation with someone else.
Sam told me that the family who lived on the first floor of the apartment building had come out and were trying to help her. She spent most of her time talking to them and then updating me on what was happening. I could hear someone tell her to pop the hood and then I heard her trying to start the car. It was making a weird clicking noise and I thought she had a dead battery. I suggested that maybe they could give her a jump start. There were more discussions in the background and Sam came back on to tell me that their mother had taken their car to work and would not be back to early morning.
There were some more discussions of which I could barely make out what was being said. There was definitely a woman's voice doing most of the talking and some men. I heard the hood close and then Sam got back on the phone with me.
She said, "This family said I could spend the night with them, at least until their mother gets home and then they'll give me a ride home."
"Do you feel safe?" I asked.
Same began talking in hushed tones. "Yes, I think so, they seem nice. There is a grandfather who looks older than mine, a girl my age and her two brothers. I think the boys are in their teens. They said the police do not come out here at night unless it is a major emergency. This is one of the few standing buildings in the area and the others all look abandoned. I am not sure there are a lot of choices."
I reminded her that I was coming home the next day and I'll take care of the car when I get back. I told her I love her and to call me when she gets settled. I tried to go back to sleep but I was too worried for Sam.
About 20 minutes later I received a text message. The message said, "my saviour" and included a picture of Sam and a very pretty, young black woman. Sam was in one of her basic business suits, pale blue jacket and skirt with a white blouse. The woman did not appear to have much on, maybe some kind of night shirt. Sam had a "pretend" smile on her face, so I assumed she was still worried. I enlarged the picture and noticed that I could see the woman's nipples were very hard. Sam had a couple of the buttons on her blouse undone.
A little later I received another picture. Sam was sitting on a couch between two young black men, with an older black man standing behind them.
The message said, "The rest of the family, in case I get murdered, so you know what they look like LOL."
I hate LOL and Sam knows I hate LOL.
I enlarged the picture again and noticed that Sam had a joint in her hand. I immediately sent back a text asking if she was smoking pot.
It took a several minutes for a response to arrive which included another picture. In the text Sam said she was only taking a couple of hits to calm her nerves. She was on the edge of freaking out. The picture was more of a close-up of Sam. She was taking a hit off the joint. The boy's faces were not in the picture, but I could see their hands resting on Sam's thighs. The grandfather was still standing behind her and he had a huge bulge in his trousers that extended well into his pant leg. Sam's blouse was unbuttoned below her bra.
I was in panic mode. I had to save my wife from herself, but I was thousands of miles away. I thought about calling the police but what was I going to say? "My wife is smoking pot with a couple of black guys, and she gets really horny when she gets high." I could imagine them asking for the address so they could get a turn or maybe watch. I called the airline and got my flight moved up, but I would not be back in Baltimore until late morning.
At some point, I went from being worried for Sam, to being angry. She knows how she gets when she smokes pot and like an alcoholic, once she gets started it would not be a hit or two. I enlarged the last picture. Not only were there two black hands resting on Sam's thighs, but her legs were slightly spread, the skirt had risen-up and a glimpse of her white panties was visible. Granddad's hand was resting on her shoulder with his fingers drooping near her breast.
As I looked at my wife's panties on display, I received another picture and text. Grandpa's hands were pulling my wife's blouse open now that all the buttons were undone. Sam's legs were draped over each of the boy's legs completely exposing her panties. My dick started getting hard as I noticed my wife's hands were laying in the boy's laps.
The text read, "The boys and the pot are really helping me relax. Wait, what happened to my blouse?"
The next picture was very similar, I almost thought it was sent twice until I noticed that my wife had a boy's cock in each of her hands.
The text read, "My, what big cocks they have, big, black cocks."
As my anger turned into despair and now lust. I realized that my wife was going to get fucked by these three men and the photographer was going to make sure I watched. I guess I could have deleted the texts without reading them, but I was now watching a train wreck, a very erotic train wreck.
Sam was standing in the next picture. She was completely topless but still had her skirt on. She was kissing one of the boys who had his hand wrapped around her ass cheeks.
The text read, "The boys and want me to tell them who is the better kisser. Wait, what happened to my bra?"
She was with the other boy in the next. Her skirt was now laying on the floor. The boy had his hands on my wife's panty covered ass.
The text read, "I think this one is the better kisser. Wait, what happened to my skirt?"
