I'd been out of work for a few months now and my wife and I had been struggling to keep up with our finances. It had finally gotten to the point where we were short on this months rent.
I was dreading to tell our landlord, Mr Juan that we were $500 short.
He was a sleazy, older guy who came round on the first Monday of every month to collect the rent personally. He had to at least be in his mid sixties, greying brown hair and was from somewhere in South America. He was of average height but quite thickset and imposing when he wanted to get his point across.
He had cold, dark eyes which always made me uncomfortable when dealing with him. He was the sort of person who stared too intently into your eyes when he spoke to you.
I'd noticed his eyes light up every time he saw my wife.
My wife, Zaloa is quite a large woman. Not fat exactly, but definitely on the voluptuous size. She's got great big tits, that most guys notice and a very squeezable ass.
The first time we met Mr Juan was when we signed the lease to move into the flat. He mostly ignored me and paid his full attention to my wife Zaloa. He told her if there was ever anything at all that she needed, she could come and see him. He had the whole top floor of our building. He did all the repairs and plumbing, so if we had any problems he would fix them.
The building was four storeys with two flats on each floor and Mr Juan had converted the top floor into one large apartment for himself.
Every time we had to deal with Mr Juan I tried make sure that I was there as quite frankly, I didn't trust him around my wife. He was always leering at her, staring at her tits and looking her up and down. He looked at her with an animal lust in his eyes which he barely even tried to hide.
He looked at me with disdain.
I'd once overheard him making filthy remarks about my wife to some of the other guys who lived in our building. They all stopped talking and started laughing as they noticed me approaching. I'd just figured that it was boys being boys, but it still made me wary of him.
I was more wary of him now that I knew he would knocking on my door shortly and we were going to have the rent conversation. He was not the sort of man you wanted to owe anything to, as I was soon to find out.
I steeled myself as I heard his knock on the door.
I opened it and he strides on inside straight past me, and starts looking around the front room.
"Everything is good with the flat, yes?"
"Where is your lovely wife today, is she not home?"
Zaloa was in the lounge room watching tv, I knew that she didn't want to see him. I was going to lie to him but the way he was staring at me made me blurt out, that she was out back watching tv.
"Oh, I would like to say hello then."
He again walked straight past me and made his way into our lounge room.
"Hola Zaloa. It is so nice to see you again."
She wasn't expecting him to come into the flat and she looked very uncomfortable when he approached her on the couch and went to give her a kiss on each cheek.
"Hello, Mr Juan." She grimaced.
She noticeably began to blush once she realised that she was essentially still wearing her pyjamas. She had on a white T-shirt which was tight enough to see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath and a pair of black satin panties.
"Excuse me Mr Juan, I need to go get changed." She started to get up, but Mr Juan gently placed his hand on her shoulder and moved her back onto to couch.
"You look fine just the way you are, darling." He sleazily remarked.
"I'll just collect the rent and then I'll be on my way."
That's when I began to feel a mild panic and I spoke up.
"Mr Juan, about that...."
"About what?" He replied with more intensity that I expected.
"I can only pay you $1000 today. I can get you the rest in a few more days...." my voice pathetically drifted away on that last sentence.
He was silent.
He coldly sized me up.
"No, that is unacceptable. If you cannot pay the full amount I will have no choice but to evict you."
"But Mr Juan, I promise you that I can get the other $500 by Thursday."
"No, that is not good enough. I do not take promises when it comes to money." He started looking my wife up and down with lascivious intent.
"I will need some sort of collateral I think."
He sat down on the couch and and sidled up to my wife.
She recoiled as he sat next to her and once again looked her up and down.
"I think I know how we can work this out, my friend"
He placed his hand on my wife's bare thigh.
"I think maybe I get your lovely wife to work off your debt."
Zaloa froze as he placed a hand on each of her knees and gently pried them apart. The shape of her pussy lips were visible through her black panties.
"What do you say Zaloa? You be my little whore to pay off your debt to me?"
His tone was now menacing. "You tell me right now, yes or no."
He raised his voice, "I will throw you out on the fucking street, today!"
Zaloa looked at me with panic in her eyes. We never thought it could possibly come to this.
"Don't look at your fucking husband! This is out of his hands now."
Mr Juan got up off the couch and strode towards me, he grabbed me by the collar and walked me to my own front door.
"You can wait outside whilst I have a talk with your wife."
He pushed me outside and closed the door in my face.
Within seconds I could hear my wife cry out, "No Mr Juan! Please no, I don't want to do that..." Then I could only hear gurgling and the occasional sound of a choking cry.
I walked around the side of the building and climbed onto the ledge where I could just see into the lounge room window.
My wife's head was grasped strongly between Mr Juan's hands, her hair tangled up between his fingers. His pants were around his ankles. He was pumping his cock into her mouth and down her throat which was making her gag. I could see that he was talking sternly to her, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I could clearly see that she was crying.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and started rubbing it across her face, he was wiping up her tears with his dick.
He made her stand up and put her palms against the wall as if he was going to frisk her. He slid his hinds between her thighs and pulled them apart. He then ran his hand up the back of her thighs and casually rested them on her ass cheeks. Feeling their weight and heft through her satin panties he seemed very pleased with himself. He gave them several good squeezes before he moved his hands between her legs and stroked from her pussy lips to between her ass cheeks. Her body arched as his hand moved back and forth, she clearly looked to be enjoying this.
His hands rubbed up across her stomach, lifting her tshirt as he went. He lifted her tshirt right above her head and her large boobs plopped out freely, her nipples large, pink and seemingly erect.
His big hands fully covered her big boobs and he squeezed her nipples between his fingers.
He stood closely behind her, wrapping his arms around her and groping her boobs. He was rubbing his hard cock against my wife's ass.
I could hear her moaning, "No Mr Juan, please not that..."
