Life was good, my wife and I had been married for 21 years, and we had two children both of whom were away at college and doing well. We had been blessed, we were both healthy and fit. Simone was ravishing, at 41 she was 5'8", slim with long black hair. Her ass and C-cup breasts really belonged on an 18-year-old. I was a very lucky man. I had kept myself fit as well. I suppose in some ways we were the pinup couple of the town. My parents had unfortunately passed away relatively early which meant as an only child I had inherited the family home and sizeable investments.
The family home was on a couple of hundred acres of prime farmland just on the edge of town but with no immediate neighbours. Just as a hobby, I ran a few head of cattle. Simone didn't have to work, instead, she was committed to charity work. I was the local regional bank manager which kept me pretty busy.
The weekend started pretty normally, we went with some of our friends to one of the local restaurants. At the end of the night, we went home, as we drove up our tree-lined driveway we could see a summer storm was building up. Little did we realise how big of a storm was coming.
Laying into bed, I watched Simone walk to the bed in her clingy silky nightie. Her breasts looked great with her nipples erect through the material. As she climbed into the bed I tried to get lucky but Simone was tired again, I frustratedly rolled over and went to sleep. Typically in married couples our sex life was dwindling fast, I had made suggestions to spice up our marriage but to no avail, Simone just didn't seem interested.
Throughout the evening I stirred a couple of times with thunder and lightning rolling through, though I always managed to go back to sleep. I don't know why but in the early hours of the morning I woke with a startle as I sat up I was attacked, I yelled at Simone hoping to warn her. I was spun around, face down my hands secured behind my back. Just as a hood was being placed over my head I turned and saw Simone in the same position with a hood over her head. She was screaming for help, I tried resisting but I had no hope. I was hit across the back of my head by something bloody hard.
Dazed they grabbed me and dragged me out of the bedroom, separating me from my wife. I remembered being thrown to the floor in the lounge. I think I blacked out then.
I woke sometime later to some voices and being shaken. I opened my eyes I was still on the floor I realised then my hood had been removed. I looked around there were three large men in the room, each had an animal mask on. Two were standing near me and another was sitting down in a lounge chair.
"We need to have a chat Mr Andrews." the man sitting down said, he had a wolf mask on.
"What do you want, take anything you want just let my wife and I go," I begged him.
"Well, we require access to your bank vault Mr Andrews." He said.
"I can get access on Monday morning when we open, it has a time lock on it," I said.
"Are you lying to me, Mr Andrews?" He asked.
"No, it's standard for every weekend, please let us go." I pleaded again.
He waved his hand, my wife was walked in by another man, a hood still over her head. She was escorted to the wolfman, and he took hold of her, moving her so she had to sit on his lap. I noticed her nightie had slipped off one shoulder so her left breast was exposed. Her hands were still bound like mine. The wolfman started to grope her exposed breast, Simone stiffened a bit but said nothing.
"Now Mr Andrews I hope you see it's not in your best interest to be lying to me about the time lock. The longer we are here the more fun we are going to have, I might add you have a very attractive wife." He said in a threatening but calm voice. He continued groping her breast.
"I am telling the truth for god sake," I repeated
"We might have to entertain ourselves while we wait until Monday then," Wolfman said. He removed the hood off Simone, as she looked around she looked distraught.
"Simone we are going to have fun, if you cry or carry on you will not survive until Monday." the wolfman said. "Do you understand," he said as he massaged her breast.
"Yes I do, I just want to see kids again." She said, obviously holding back tears.
Wolfman stood Simone up. As he stood up I guessed he was at least 6'4", the colour of his hands told me he was black.
"Look after that loser boys, gag him and tie his feet together, I want him in the bedroom so he can watch his pretty wife being fucked by a real man." He said, grabbing her hands he cut the ties off her wrists. He then grabbed Simone's ass and pushed her out of the room towards the bedroom.
"Two of you swap with the guys outside at 7 am, after that, we will rotate every 4 hours." He instructed.
Two of them sat me in a chair my hands and feet bound, my mouth taped shut.
Wolfman turned the lights off so I couldn't see his face clearly but I could still see their bodies. He had Simone standing in front of him, he kissed her neck then gave her a slow kiss on the lips. I moaned, he turned approached me and slammed my face with a hit that had me seeing stars.
He then moved back to Simone and gave her another kiss this time her mouth was open a bit. His hands were feeling her ass as they kissed. He then stood back.
"Take off your nightie." He directed.
