My sister-in-law Rachel had released my friend Zack and his wife Mel from the forced group sex we had endured this afternoon. Rachel's husband Tim was gone, driving Zack and Mel home, while Rick had been sent on his merry way, toward an uncertain fate. My wife Claire lay on a mattress a few feet in front of me, still rolling from the strong aphrodisiacs, and her sister Rachel was positioned between my legs, which were tied to the chair I had been placed on during this entire ordeal. Rachel was stroking my stiff cock -- hard for hours now because of the drug she had slipped me -- and licking the underside of my shaft and sucking on the sensitive head of my dick.
Rachel pondered her next move in the orchestra of sexual torment and pleasure that she was conducting, as the sun set through the windows of her living room. "I can't make up my mind," she said, looking up at me. "The orgasms I had from masturbating while watching Claire's holes being ruined were good. I loved watching the pain in your eyes. That was a real turn on for me," she said, then lightly bit down on the tip of my cock. "Tim's dick never really got me there and definitely doesn't now after what you and your friends did to me." She smacked my dick into her lips, thinking through her options. "You don't deserve another chance to fuck me, but my little pussy needs some attention." She smiled devilishly. "When you tied me up, you asked me if I would be a good little cum slut for you if you freed my arms and legs. Could you promise to be good for me if I did that for you now?" Rachel cooed as I vigorously nodded my head yes.
She smiled as she stood up, then undid the latch at the back of my head. She stroked her fingers through my hair as she removed the ball gag from my mouth. My jaw ached from being held open for so long, but I blurted out, "Claire, I'm so sorry!" My wife, feeling herself and moaning, lost in the drugs and the music, didn't seem to hear me.
"Aww, I bet you are," Rachel said, trying to sound cute but coming across as bitchy. "That pussy of hers isn't so special anymore, is it? You told me she was tighter than me the night you fucked me. I'll bet it isn't now," she taunted, as she loosened the rope holding my feet to the chair. I thought about trying to kick her but knew that even if I connected I wouldn't get far with my hands still tied behind my back and to a chair, and the loud music would prevent any neighbors from hearing me scream for help.
I remained compliant, as Rachel helped me stand and then placed me on my back, next to Claire. My hands remained tightly bound, uncomfortably wedged under me. I wished I could hold my wife, who looked at me and smiled.
