Illness had hit me hard, I hadn't been able to work for some three months now, my business and my bank balance were both suffering. The bills were mounting up and court dates seemed to pour through the letterbox every day. My wife, Lin, in between looking after me and the children worked part-time to try and make ends meet but her wages rarely did much more than put food on the table.
One Thursday there was a knock at the door, Lin went to answered it and was followed into the sitting room by three men. My heart jumped into my mouth, it was Ray, a business associate of mine, a shady character with a matching reputation, flanked by two large evil looking men. Ray didn't look very happy, his friends looked even unhappier and if Ray and looked unhappy then rest assured someone very probably owed him money, and unfortunately in this instance it was me.
"Honey,", Lin started, "these men want to talk about some business, would you like me to make some tea?", but I didn't get chance to reply.
"Where's my money?", Ray demanded.
I nervously began to stutter and stumble my way through a sentence trying to explain how I had been ill, but I was nearly better now and that he would get his money back next month and I would....
Ray interrupted, repeating himself, "where's my money?", stabbing each word impatiently at me.
Lin froze, I could see her looking for me to say something, her face full of panic.
"I haven't got it Ray", I said sheepishly, "give me one more month. Please."
"OK."
He said OK. I breathed a sigh of relief. Phew, that was close.
"You've got one month. But for now I want some sort of interest payment". He turned to one of his men, "cut a finger off Bob".
The man called Bob pulled a large serrated knife from the inside of his coat and started approaching me. My heart filled with terror and as I began pleading and begging Ray to stop, Bob neared.
Lin began screaming. "NO. STOP. I'll do anything for you to stop. Just STOP!!".
"Stop Bob, this sounds interesting", said Ray, "exactly what will you do little woman? What?"
"Stay out of this Lin", I shouted, but my outburst earned me nothing more than the knife being waved in my face. I decided it was probably better if I stayed quiet.
"Do you want to please me?", Ray asked. Lin said nothing, just ashamedly nodded. My stomach turned, from his first enquiry I could see where the questions were going to go, he was going to make my wife sexually satisfy him in one way or another, shape or form. The knife still pointing towards me I had no other option apart from to sit and watch this torment, hoping my suspicions were wrong.
"Would you let me kiss you?" again, no response from Lin just a nod.
"I can't hear you, yes or no?"
"Yes", came the reply.
"Stick my tongue in your mouth?"
"Yes."
"Feel your tits?"
"Yes."
"Stick my fingers in your pussy?"
"Yes."
"Let me lick your pussy?"
"Yes". Ray clearly was becoming exited, the tone of his voice more enthusiastic with each question. He looked at me and grinned smugly, relishing in my obvious discomfort.
"Will you suck my cock?"
"Yes", my wife answered.
"Swallow my cum?"
"Yes."
"Lick my arsehole?". Lin paused, shocked. "Lick my arsehole?", he said again. Lin was silent. "Or hubby loses a finger?"
"OK. YES", Lin spat.