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.
