The large snow flakes were coming down fast. As we made our way home the world around us was a winter wonderland. Calley my wife was snuggled next to me as I drove through the snow. We were coming home from the company Christmas party and she was pleasantly intoxicated. It had been a good party, a lot of fun. As usual, Calley was her usual gorgeous self. Calley is 5’1”, 105 lbs. Her jet black hair is cut short like Halle Berry’s. She has an unusual beauty. Her mother is Japanese and her father is African American. From her dusky skin to her almond eyes she exudes sexuality. Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a transparent red strap dress that requires a red satin slip underneath. It was not obscenely short or low cut. It didn’t have to be for Calley’s 32-B breasts with their ever protruding nipples and her tight round ass over powered the dress. She was curled on the front seat next to me with her head on my arm.
I pulled into the driveway and shut of the ignition. It was so quiet. Calley stirred and asked, “Are we home?”
“Yes my love we are.”
Calley’s beautiful face turned up to mine. I bent my head and lightly kissed her lips. “Come on, let’s go in.”
I held the door open and as she slid across the seat her dress slid up to reveal the tops of her black nylons held up by the red garter belt she wore. One foot came out the door and her red thong panties came into view. I was so hard all I could think about was getting my wife inside the house.
I unlocked the door and hit the light switch. A Christmas tree illuminated along with strings of lights throughout the house. Calley loved Christmas and decorated accordingly. She lightly wobbled as I spun her around and slid her coat from her shoulders. I threw my coat and hers on the hall chair. She leaned back against me and I held her in my arms. I nibbled her ear and whispered, ”Let’s go upstairs.”
Calley stepped away from me and as I came passed the doorway to the living room a coarse bag of some kind was pulled down over my head. Two pairs of strong arms grabbed me. I heard a muffled scream. “Calley! Calley!
“Shut up and no one will get hurt.” I was told.
“Calley! Don’t hurt her!”
“Shut up. You won’t be told again.” Suddenly a fist to the stomach doubled me over and took my breath away. I could hear Calley whimpering somewhere across the room. I was dragged a short distance and pushed into a hard backed chair. One of the dining room chairs I suspected. I felt my arms being pulled down to the arms of the chair. I heard tape being ripped off a roll. My arms and legs were being taped to the arms and legs of the chair. The hood was pulled from my head.
My eyes adjusted to what light there was. Calley was being held around the waist with a hand over her mouth by a large black man. I heard the drapes being pulled shut and saw two other men. One was black and the other looked like a Latino. I saw numerous tatoos on his arms. A rather long jagged scar ran down the left side of his face. All of them looked mean. “Look, take what ever you want, don’t hurt my wife.”
The one holding my wife laughed, “ Be a good boy and neither one of you will get hurt. As for what we want, I have it right here.” Tape was put across my mouth.
“Yeah!” the other two agreed.
“No!” I screamed against the tape.
