Feeling like a stranger in his own home as he watched with numb fascination and dread, the two boys downstairs take full advantage of his wife, Carl suddenly became disoriented, losing his balance and falling against the wall to his left.
In his haste to gather himself, Carl spread out his arms and legs and smacked awkwardly into the wall, causing the sound that had startled Jahon and Kelly, in the basement.
Sensing he had spooked them, Carl clumsily tiptoed away from the basement door, charging for the hall closet to hide, just in case the two intruders downstairs decided to come up and investigate.
Before he could reach the safety of the closet however, Carl was stopped cold in his tracks by the sound of the basement door downstairs slamming shut.
"They're gone," Carl whispered to himself as if he didn't believe it.
Taking a few tentative steps back towards the basement steps, Carl felt slightly more emboldened to go down and check on the welfare of his wife, as long as the two kids were really gone.
As he walked forward, Carl immediately felt the wet stain that permeated the front of his pants. Stopping before he could reach the first step, Carl cringed at the sight of his tan trousers, darkened in front of the crotch, not knowing if it was because he had came watching those two thugs debase his wife, or if he had lost complete bladder control when he had toppled over, startling the boys downstairs as well as himself.
Reaffirming his will to go downstairs and be a man, Carl turned sideways slightly so that the wet stain on the front of his pants wasn't so obvious.
Descending the same stairwell he had thousands of times before, Carl hesitantly approached the base of the steps as if he had never been down there before.
Looking side to side with hyperactive fear, Carl nervously tried to make sure the intruders had, in fact, left.
By the time he had reached the bottom of the steps, Carl could clearly see his naked wife on the floor, blindfolded and glistening with the smeared remnants of both boys' savage lust.
"Dear God," Carl mouthed as he stared openly at his fallen wife. Turning his head towards the basement door, Carl softly walked over and looked out of the window, just to make sure the kids had exited the house.
Confident that they had, Carl turned back towards Tammy and started the long, tedious walk to where his wife was laying prone on the basement floor. As he trudged across the room, Carl had no idea both boys were still in his house, watching breathlessly as they hid, focusing on the home's owner as he went to tend to his stripped and brutally fucked wife.
* * * * *
Laying there on the floor of her basement, her naked skin tingling and itchy from the ordeal she had just been through, Tammy couldn't begin to fathom the sensations and conflicting emotions coursing through her body. While she had experienced true sexual gratification in the past, what she as feeling now rippling from head to toe was completely off the charts. While the primal, bestial release was part of her clouded internal state, something even deeper gnawed at her conscience.
The circumstances of how that sexual release had came about had really started to haunt her. Tammy Scroggins had always fancied herself a strong willed, independent and no nonsense, modern woman. What she was fighting now was the reality that she had put up absolutely no resistance to anything that the teenage blackmailers had forced her to do. Not when they had posted semi naked pictures of her at her place of employment, effectively costing her the job. Not when they forced her to do ungodly acts inside an adult bookstore, not even that day in her very own house.
"YOU LET THEM," The internal voice yelled. "AND YOU ENJOYED IT...YOU LET THEM MAKE YOU CUM...NOT ONCE...BUT TWICE!!"
Having lost all concept of time and space, Tammy was content to just lay there naked, and blindfolded until she received a sign from a higher power that it was OK to move. When Tammy heard the basement door slam shut, followed by nothing but the hissing of the blood rushing in her ears, Tammy was almost certain her tormentors had left, satisfied with their carnal conquest.
Laying there, thinking she was all alone, Tammy swore she could hear the sound of approaching breathing, but in her disorientated state, she just assumed it was her own breath echoing between the cinderblock walls of the basement.
Patting her palms across her belly in an attempt to comfort herself, Tammy ardently wretched feeling the sticky traces of both young men's lust as it coated her fingers. It seemed everywhere she tried guiding her fingertips across her goosebumped flesh, the creamy emissions that had been deposited on her seemed to cover every inch of her body.
Subconsciously, Tammy could still hear the sound of the far off breathing getting closer, but with her mind going off in so many different directions, the reality that there was actually still someone in the house didn't register fully until she felt the unmistakable vibrations of footsteps ripple through her prone, naked flesh as she rested there on her back.
"OH GOD," Tammy cried internally, "There back!"
A moment later Tammy felt someone else's fingertips graze against her numb skin. Thinking for a moment that in her confusion it may have been her own fingers doing the touching, what was left of her rational mind told her that the fingers now exploring her were dry ones, not wet like hers already were.
Still blindfolded and helpless to visually see who was there, Tammy easily drifted back into her submissive role, allowing whoever was there to have their unfettered way with her.
* * * * *
Drifting across the dingy basement floor, over to the far corner where his wife was laid out near the pool table, Carl internally acknowledged the recurring sexual fantasy that he had replayed over the years of having his lovely and faithful wife completely degraded sexually. The reality of actually seeing Tammy in that position led to a multitude of complex emotions and options for Carl as he finally eased up to Tammy's withering body. Standing above her, unsure of what to do, Carl's eyes burned with a strange, dark emptiness as he dropped down to the floor beside of his wife of 17 years.
Carl's conflicting concerns for Tammy's goodwill and safety collided with his desperate, lustful cravings to see her thoroughly debased until his brain felt as if there was a hurricane raging inside of his head.
Reaching down with both arms, Carl guided his hands tenderly down each side of Tammy's back with the clear intention of tenderly scooping her up and carrying her to safety.
As soon as his fingertips locked into Tammy's flesh however, Carl couldn't help but feel the copious amounts of seminal residue covering Tammy's pale white skin as it drenched his hands. Instantly realizing what the sticky feeling was, another quaking jolt of lurid wantonness triggered a much more primal and decrepit reaction for Carl towards his cowering wife.
