The past few weeks had been terrible for my wife and I. Imagine being helpless watching your wife got fucked, sodomised and gangbanged by countless number of men, young and old. As we are both in our 50s, we were truly defenceless against the many men, who were lusting after my beautiful trophy wife.
It all started when we got lost in the slums and were trapped by some young punks, and the events had snowballed to an old homeless man and even our neighbours' son. All of them got a piece of my wife, Eileen, and had videos of her doing unimaginable lewd stuff on her.
It was just another day with the slum gang, led by that very mean young man Kurt, took Eileen to his place to pimp her to the disgusting slum dwellers. I'm sure they made a lot of money doing that as Eileen was a hot lady. A beautiful face, sexy body and enormous bust, heads turned whenever I went out with her and our kids.
I loved her very much and contrary to all my relatives and colleagues claims that I marry her for her looks, I love Eileen for who she is, inside. And I knew she loved me too, and she kept saying there will be no one else in her heart.
Tonight as i was waiting for Kurt and his friends to bring my wife, Eileen, from the slums, I was at my bathroom jerking my tiny wimpy cock thinking about her when I heard loud knockings on my door.
I pulled up my boxers and dashed down to the hallway, worried if the knockings might woke my kids up. They had to sleep early as they had school the next day.
"Darling, I'm coming," I called out. When I finally opened it, I was shocked.
It was her alright, but she was in a stupor state. She was carried by her arms by 2 young men, who looked familiar.
Eileen was literally drenched in cum. Her huge sagging tits were hanging precariously off her blouse, and her nipples could clearly be seen. Worse, her pussy was also visible as the skirt she was wearing was ridiculously short.
She stood on wobbly knees, baring her breasts. Her eyes were half closed and her beautiful straight blonde hair was in a mess. She looked like a whore who got fucked a hundred times and finally just ended her shift.
One of them said excitedly, "Sir! Someone asked us to drop your wife here, at this address!"
"Someone? Never mind, thank you boys for bringing her here, yes she is my wife," I replied. I assumed it was Kurt.
"Yeah, we were drinking in a pub at slum valley and-"
"It's okay, I know," I interrupted. I'm aghast she was with these boys awhile ago on the way back here. I hoped they didn't do anything to her.
Eileen was so heavy. There was no way I could lift her up; I'm a frail old man. The boys could see that and offered to carry her to our bedroom.
"Uh...I-I'm sure I'll be able to handle it boys".
The other boy then said, "Oh it's a pleasure for us to carry your wife up Sir," he grinned.
Being a timid old man, how could I said no. I nodded and all 3 of us finally managed to carry her up the stairs, to my room.
We heaved my wife up on the bed, where she slumped heavily on the mattress, revealing her naked crotch of all of us to see. I was getting uncomfortable and hoped the boys would finally leave.
But I was wrong.
"Sir, its clear your wife is covered in some sort of sticky slime. Me and my buddy here wouldn't mind helping to remove it for you," he said, taking out a couple of cloths.
I was nervous but gathered enough courage to said "No".
But the boys pretended not to hear and began wiping my semi naked wife. One of them used his finger to spread her pussy lips, causing thick cum to flow out of the opening, before dabbing it with the cloth.
I was dumbfounded! Fancy them doing this to my wife right in front of my eyes! I was jealous, yet too afraid to speak up. I just hoped and prayed they will leave.
The second boy said, "Hey Sir, could you lift her right leg so I can clean it deeper?"
"You really don't have to, I - I can clean her myself. It's getting late, your parents might be w-worried," I stammered.
"Nonsense, we are old enough Sir! Old enough to screw your..." thankfully he stopped mid sentence. I did not wish to hear the rest if it.
The first guy looked at his friend, and both burst out laughing. I nervously joined in the laughter, in order not to feel left out.
When I was young I was always the last to be picked when my school mates were choosing who to be on their team. I was always always bullied at school, due to my scrawny small body and large framed glasses.
Obviously no girls were interested in a geek like me. No one, that is, until Eileen came along. It was during my university days. I'm proud to say that it was love at first sight, and though she had numerous admirers, her also geeky nature blended well with me. She was wearing large framed glasses too, just like myself.
