It was a special night, he was getting his suit ready to go out for an anniversary meal with his wife, which had been booked for weeks, the limo, music and of course the restaurant.
In their mid thirties, they had been married for 10 years, and had managed to get their children to stay the night at a friend's to give them a night together.
The suit was feeling a little more snug than the last time he'd worn it, but he was still a fit and healthy individual, and he knew that his wife would look stunning in her red dress tonight, the dress that accentuated her curves and showed that she has an amazing ass.
His wife was getting ready next door in the ensuite as he sent texts out to ensure that all the arrangements would run smoothly, the limo would be on time, the musicians were already setting up at the venue and the restaurant staff were aware that he wanted a single red rose in the middle of the table.
Leaving the house together, his wife locks the door as he notices the empty street.
"The car should be here. Where the hell is it?"
Looking further up the street, he spots the limo, before holding his arm up for his wife.
Placing her hand on his arm she stands closer to him as they walk towards the limo, her breasts pressing into his arm, stirring his cock slightly even though he knows she's walking that close to feel safe in the dark.
As they reach the car, he starts to feel uneasy, it's dark, the driver isn't in the vehicle even though the headlights are on.
He leans down to peer through the window, just before hearing his wife gasp behind him and feeling the hard strike to the back of his skull from the baseball bat.
A foul smell brings him round again, accompanied by a heavy hand slapping his face to the side roughly, awakening the pain in his skull from the strike that knocked him unconscious earlier.
Breath as foul as the smelling salts stings his nostrils as one of his captors shouts in his face to "wake up", spit spraying his face with the command.
Moving his head to face forwards again he blinks his bleary eyes a few times to clear his vision, taking a mental note that both his hands and feet are bound to the chair that he's now sitting on.
The room looks like a cheap hotel room, the faded green wallpaper peeling at the edges amd the grubby curtains pulled across the tiny window to maintain his captors privacy.
The single ceiling light is glaring without a shade, illuminating the room and the metal framed double bed and the figure of his motionless wife on the bed.
His heart pounds as he sees that their two captors have blindfolded and stripped his wife naked, ropes tied to her ankles to separate her legs, holding them wide open, displaying her freshly trimmed pussy. That gorgeous tight pussy which until tonight only he had seen, since the night that they first met 12 years ago.
Her wrists too, are separately bound to the headboard, her breasts free of her bra and nipples pointing towards the ceiling of the cold room.
He notices that she's unconscious, but seemingly uninjured, they must have smothered her, as the second captor waves the smelling salts under her nose this time to wake her.
She starts to come round, slowly. Their captors, wearing limousine drivers outfits now focus their full attention on her.
The driver who had slapped him to bring him round, now spits on his fingers and uses that same hand to rub between her legs, eliciting a small moan from her lips.
"The bitch is enjoying this! I thought she was dressed like a whore for a reason."
Hearing the voice, she snaps awake instantly, realising that the fingers caressing her pussy don't belong to her husband.
She thrashes against her bindings "Who the fuck are you? Get off me you prick."
The second captor with the salts looks in the direction of the chair holding her husband "Your wife's got a filthy mouth on her, doesn't she? We'll have to sort that out before the night's over."
He looks at their captors, even if he could escape, they were both larger than him and neither were injured. It wouldn't even be a fight, there would be no contest, he'd lose.
"What do you want? Leave her alone. I have money, let us go and it's yours."
Both men look at him and laugh, "it's not your money we want, but you can pay us for fucking your wife if you want to, but we're happily going to do it for free whilst you watch."
Salts removes the blindfold from the bound wife, smirking as she looks wildly between the two men towering above her. "no, please, let me go, you don't have to do this, please don't... Unnnghhh!!"
Hands cuts her off as he plunges two fingers forcefully into her pussy.
She's shocked and disgusted by the action, but the heightened emotions in the room and being helplessly bound by the ropes cause a reaction from her pussy, soaking his fingers and unwilling bucking her hips forward.
Hands laughs as his fingers meet less resistance from her pussy with every thrust, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, not caring who's fingers are administering the pleasure.
