I could hear the shower stop and I could once again here my wife, Zaloa sobbing again. I knocked on the bedroom door hoping that she would let me in.
Silence.
I heard her turn on the hair dryer. She seemed to be humming.
I knocked again, still no answer.
I waited outside that door for what seemed like an eternity, alternately knocking and pleading with her to let me in.
She finally opened the bedroom door. She had done her hair and makeup and was wearing a sexy black satin bra and matching black satin panties.
I went to kiss her and she coldly pushed me away, telling me not to mess up her makeup.
She was holding in her hands a sexy little black minidress which she never wore as it was way too revealing. She stepped into it and asked that I zip her up.
My wife looked gorgeous in this dress. It fit her tightly, highlighting and accentuating her curves. Her big boobs were barely contained and I could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the fabric. The hem of her dress was above mid thigh and if she bent over you could easily see her panties.
I wanted to hold her, I wanted to stop her from going through with this.
She seemed to be punishing me by ignoring me as she examined herself in the mirror. Zaloa never dressed up sexy like this for me anymore. I was jealous yet aroused as I took in the sight of my wife. She looked gorgeous, her beautiful tits spilling out of a dress that barely concealed her arse.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at the door.
Zaloa made me go and open the door and see who her date was.
I ever so reluctantly walked out to get the door. My heart stopped as I opened the door and I saw who was waiting outside.
It was a guy I knew all too well. His name was Greg, we didn't get along at all.
He lived in the apartment directly above us. He was a lout of a man. Brutish, inconsiderate and unkind. We'd had several run ins and arguments in the past. He would park in our car space and leave his car there for days.
I had politely asked if he could move his car and he just told me to fuck off and find somewhere else to park.
And now here he was, standing in my doorway. He was a rough looking, older guy. His hair had greyed but he still looked rugged and fit. It was very intimidating having this guy standing so close to me, about to enter my home.
Looking scornful at me as he asked where my wife was, and just then Zaloa appeared right behind me.
She was looking beautiful. Her long, straight brown hair was freshly washed and lustrous. That short black dress clung to her voluptuous body, leaving very little to the imagination.
"Here I am, Greg. I'm all yours for the night."
He pushed straight past me and walked purposefully towards my wife. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her body close to his. She giggled as her boobs pressed against his chest.
"You look fucking gorgeous, Zaloa. I'm going to enjoy you." He sleazily purred in her ear.
"Juan told me I could fuck you without a condom. He said you liked it bareback."
"You can have me anyway you like. I have to do anything you want, Greg."
He was still groping her arse with one hand whilst his other hand slid up the side of her body and started rubbing her tits.
"Fuck you've got great tits you dirty fat whore!" He pushed his face between her breasts and took a deep breath. "I'm going to fuck you Zaloa, like the dirty whore that you are."
"You are gonna love my big cock, bitch."
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tightly towards his crotch. He began grinding his hips against her and kissing and licking her neck.
He looked over at me and snarled, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
"You snivelling little prick. Juan told me about you. He told me that you were a cocksucking, little faggot." I shrank within myself as he had finally pointed his attention to me.
He took his right hand off my wife's butt cheek, swung around and backhanded me across the face.
"You're gonna watch me fuck your wife, you pathetic little prick. You're gonna thank me for showing her a good time."
I stood shocked, my back to the wall. My face stinging, with both humiliation and pain.
"Take all your clothes off." He spat at me.
"What?" I replied, confused.
He slapped me again.
"Take all of your clothes off now, you fucking ponce."
He slapped me in the face again to show how serious he was.
I begun to undress in front of my wife and Greg.
He started laughing to my wife, "What a puny specimen of a man you've wound up with there, Zaloa. I bet he's got a real small dick."
They both started laughing.
It was true, my dick wasn't very big. In fact it was quite small. My wife always said that it was perfectly adequate, but I always got the feeling that she said that just to lift my confidence.
I hesitated before taking off my underpants.
My wife cackled in my direction, laughing as she mockingly said, "Go on, take them off. Show Greg what a tiny little dick you've got."
They both laughed at me when I pulled down my undies and my small dick was exposed.
"Jesus Zaloa, you really settled for less when you married this guy." They both laughed hysterically at Greg's cruel observation.
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to an office chair in the corner of the room and made me sit in it. He pulled out a large roll of duct tape and started taping my arms to the armrests of the chair. He wrapped them up good and tight, I couldn't move my arms at all.
He then pulled my feet back and taped them to the middle post beneath the chair. The chair has wheels and he rolled me towards the couch.
He made his way back towards my wife and she was in his arms again.
He tilted her face towards his and began to kiss her passionately.
She hungrily accepted his tongue as he began to force it inside her mouth.
The gurgling sound of their deep kissing was like something electric in my ears. I couldn't help but get hard watching him with his hands all over my wife as he kissed her with animal lust.
His hand had snaked up under Zaloa's dress and he was fingering her pussy through her panties. Her mouth locked to his and her eyes were closed, face revealing a visage of pleasure.
She really seemed to be getting into it, her hips grinding in towards his hand.
They seemed to spend ages kissing as he fingered her through her panties. She was moaning lustfully as he rubbed her pussy.
They were still kissing as Greg began to unzip Zaloa's dress. He unzipped her slowly, almost as if he was trying for her to not notice.
He pulled the shoulders of her dress down over her arms and exposing her black satin bra which struggled to contain her massive tits.
He finally broke their kiss so that he could admire his prize. He took in my wife's big tits and started to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He reached into his boxer shorts and pulled out his hard, veiny old dick.
It was big. He had a large, circumcised cock with thick veins running down the shaft. His balls were huge and covered in grey hair. It looked large and angry and he began to rub it against the fabric of Zaloa's black satin bra. He was rubbing the tip of his cock around the outline of Zaloa's nipple.
She reached behind her back and undid her bra, releasing her huge boobs for his full access. He took one of her boobs in both his hand and sucked and licked at her nipple. He soon did the same to her boob, whilst still fingering her sopping wet pussy through her panties.
She reached down for his dick and it looked even larger in her ladylike hands.
Her fingers could only just reach around his thick shaft, and she started gently stroking him. Slowly at first and then faster, with what seemed like desperation in her stroke.
He pulled her dress right down and it fell to the floor. His hands began to explore the creases of her panties before he hooked his thumbs in the waist and start to slowly slide them down, exposing her hairy bush and smooth ass.
He slid her panties off and approached me with a cruel smile on his face.
He reached towards me and placed Zaloa's black panties over my head and pulled them down over my face so that the wet crotch was pressed against my mouth and nose. The smell of my wife's hot, wet pussy was overpowering.
He had fingered her almost to orgasm and her satin panties soaked up her moistness. I could only see out of one eye as the other was covered by my wife's panties. I was breathing her lust. This rough man had whipped my wife into a frenzy. She must be foaming at the pussy.
I couldn't move my arms or legs. I was tightly fastened to that chair. I couldn't move either of my arms to remove the wet panties covering my face.
All I could hear was my wife's callous laughter when she had seen what Greg had done to me. She thought it was hilarious that I was the one suffering whilst she was about to have a wonderful time with this solid, stud of a man.
Greg turned around to face my wife, and Zaloa stood before him fully naked.
She looked so beautiful as she offered her body to this man.
There was a look of longing in her eyes as she bid Greg towards her.
He reached out and pulled her towards him. She tenderly brought her face towards his to offer her lips. He roughly grabbed her hair and stuck his tongue straight in her mouth.
He crudely grabbed a handful of her ass and pinched it hard, making her suddenly yelp.
"This isn't going to be romantic in any way you whore." He sneered at my wife. "I'm going to fuck you like a whore that I have bought and paid for."
My wife stared at him and nodded her acceptance.
He took both of her heavy breasts in each hand and gave them a squeeze, then grabbing each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and began tweaking them.
He started leading her to the bedroom by her nipples and she eagerly followed.
As he reached the bedroom doorway he turned around and looked at me.
"What shall we do with your cocksucker husband?" He asked my wife. "I think he should wait outside." Answering his own question.
He pushed Zaloa onto the bed and walked out towards me.
"You're gonna wait outside in the corridor while I fuck your wife. I don't want you interrupting things in here."
He grabbed the chair I was tied to and rolled me towards the front door.
I started to panic as I realised what was happening.
