Birthday Plans

It was my wife's 35th birthday and things hadn't been going too well between us recently. There were problems at work or problems with money, either way the stress was getting to us. And there were problems in bed. Not that I couldn't get it up or anything of that nature, it was more of the 'I'm tired', or 'not tonight' type variety. Basically, things were getting old and stale. We'd been married almost ten years and it just wasn't happening enough, if you know what I mean. Actually, it wasn't happening at all, not for two months.

But tonight was my wife's birthday and I was taking her and her best friend Susan out for dinner and dancing. I was secretly hoping that my wife would get drunk enough and be willing to fuck. The last time had been over two months ago and I'd practically raped her just to get my dick wet.

Both girls were dressed to the nines in sheer low cut dresses. Both drank a lot and danced and our conversation got more and more sexual. Susan was complaining that her husband Dan hadn't been paying much attention to her lately and I was telling her that he must be stupid. Susan was a beautiful woman and any man would be lucky to get her into bed.

"I wish Danny thought that way," she complained. "Lately he's been distant, like he's thinking of somebody else."

"That's ridiculous," Stacy said and I chimed in. "It was probably just one of those things, you know, every marriage goes through it highs and lows. It's normal and I'm sure it'll pass." I looked at Stacy suggestively, but she didn't seem to be getting the hint.

"Still, I can't help feeling that maybe he's having an affair."

"Don't be silly, Susan," Stacy said. "Frank's right. Men are funny sometimes they don't want any sex and sometimes that's all they want. Frankie here, well lets just say that I keep catching him masturbating. He's sick. Always yanking on his dick and he's into all that smut on the internet. I catch him all the time."

I turned beet red. Damn! Did she have to turn things around so I looked bad? Besides if she'd just fuck me once in a while I wouldn't need the net. I glanced up at Susan and she was looking at me funny and laughing. She blew me a kiss and I finished my drink in silence while the girls talked about men.

I ordered another drink for all of us and sipped mine while the girls got drunk. About the time the girls started arguing about who had better tits, I thought I'd better be getting them home. If I let them stay any longer I was afraid that Stacy would pass out on me and I'd miss another golden opportunity.

The girls argued that they didn't want to go, but they finished their drinks and stood up. I had to put my arms around both of them and practically carry them both to the car. It was easier, so I just slid them both into the back seat.

When this night had started I'd been hoping that I might be able to talk Stacy into a threesome. I knew that Susan was married, but she might be up for it, you never know. I never noticed the three guys that followed us out of the bar or the fact that they got into a truck and followed us out of the parking lot.

As we were driving I turned and looked into the back seat. The girls were leaning up against each other holding hands. Their heads were thrown back and they looked trashed. Thinking I was smart I said, "I really couldn't tell which of you has better tits. I'd have to see them both."

"You're such a pervert, Frank," said Stacy, but her words were slurred and I doubted she'd remember what I'd said. Susan giggled and there went my visions of a possible threesome. Oh well, some guys never get lucky.

We drove back to our house and by the time I pulled into the driveway I could hear the girls snoring in the back seat. I never noticed the dark truck that pulled up a few houses back. I just pulled into the garage and shut the door.

Getting the girls into bed wasn't easy. They were both practically passed out and I had to carry each. Stacy was closest to the door so I lifted her up and carried her back to our bedroom and set her on the bed. I tried to get her undressed but she just slapped my hands away. "Come on honey," I said. "You're so beautiful, I just want to be with you."

"Go away," she responded and then she was fast asleep. I stood there by the side of the bed looking like an asshole for a few minutes and then went back to the garage to get Susan.

Susan was able to stand a little at least and she leaned on me all the way to the guest bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed and she mumbled something and then she was asleep too. The moonlight coming through the bedroom window softly illuminated her and right then I thought she was the prettiest woman I'd ever seen, besides Stacy.

She was lying there breathing deeply and I was just standing over her. I really wanted to see her tits. Her dress suggested that she had a great rack, but I'd never really seen them. What could it hurt, I thought. Carefully, so I wouldn't wake her I slowly put my hand out until it was directly over one of her breasts. I was so excited I started shaking, maybe it was the adrenalin or maybe I was just scared of what I would say if Susan woke up. She was Stacy's best friend. But I just had to see.

I was so horny and I just wanted a peek. I slowly lowered my hand until I was touching the thin strap that wound around her shoulder. She didn't stir. I carefully lifted the strap off of her shoulder. Nothing. She hadn't woken up. I held my breath I was so excited. I reached back down and carefully pulled the top of her dress down. I was rewarded with the sight of a tanned and full breast. It was gorgeous! I wanted to bend down and lick it, suck the nipple that even now was getting hard into my mouth.

Susan stirred and I quickly pulled my hand away. I was afraid that she might wake up and see me standing over her so I slowly left the room, but not without gazing on that perfect breast one last time. "Nighty night," I called softly over my shoulder and then I left the room.

Now what was I going to do? There were two beautiful women passed out in two of the beds in my home and I wasn't going to get to fuck either one of them. Somebody other than me must get all the luck, because my luck sucked!

Rejected and dejected I slowly made my way to the back of my house where I keep my office. At least my computer was there and the lovelies on the net. I might not get to fuck anything tonight, but at least I'd get to cum. The only good thing about Stacy being passed out in our bedroom was that she wasn't likely to burst in on me just as I was getting ready to cum.

I booted up my computer and logged onto my favorite picture trading site. Why couldn't I have a wife like one of these guys who's wives let them post their pictures on the site? Stacy wouldn't even let me near her with a camera.

I started browsing through the pages, looking for some slutty momma to end my night with. It didn't take long before I was hard. I unzipped my pants and hung them over the chair. Stacy had caught me with white stains on my pants before and she knew immediately what it was. I didn't want another lecture on how perverted I was, so I was careful. I started stroking myself, painting fantasies in my mind about the sluts on my screen. Oh how I wished Stacy was like that...

I was really getting into it when I heard a crash from the other room. Without thinking I stood up and ran into the living room in my boxer shorts. Maybe it was Susan. Maybe she was thirsty and went to get a drink and she'd see me in my shorts and I'd finally get to fuck something other than my hand.

I skidded to a stop when I saw three guys wearing ski masks come through my front door. They had kicked it open and that was the noise that drew me out of my office. They were each carrying guns and the first guy, the biggest of the lot pointed his gun at me and held a finger to his mouth. His intention was unmistakable. I didn't say a word.

The big guy motioned me back into the living room where one of the other guys pulled out a roll of duct tape and taped my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of one of our dining room chairs. Then he slapped a piece across my mouth and I couldn't say anything even if I wanted.

The skinny guy that taped me to the chair stayed in the room with me and kept a gun pointed at my head. Really, what was I going to do? I tried moving my hands and legs, but they were secured. I couldn't move.

The other guys split up and went into different areas of the house. Within moments I heard two different screams and then the girls were dragged out and thrown on the sofa in front of me. The big guy told the girls to shut up and no one would get hurt, but they weren't really listening. They were hysterical.

Susan had backed into a corner of the sofa and was freely crying, while Stacy looked more dazed and confused than anything. She kept muttering, 'don't hurt us, don't hurt us', over and over again.

The skinny guy that had been holding a gun on me moved over and switched to covering the girls. I guess I didn't look like much of a threat. The others moved off and started searching the house. One of them went into my office and called back, "the dudes got some good porn here!" and started laughing. "What the fuck type of asshole has two beautiful girls in his house and goes back here to jerk off!"

I was sure I was blushing. I turned away from the girls who were both looking over at me. I couldn't stand to see them staring at me, I could already hear Stacy calling me a pervert, even though she hadn't said a thing.

The big guy came out of my office and he was laughing so hard that he couldn't hold his gun straight. "You really are worthless," he said to me. "Look at these hotties," he waved his gun over towards the girls, "and all you can do is jerk off to some slut on the net? Damn, you're a loser."

The skinny guy was laughing too and now I was sure that the girls were giggling about me. I strained against the tape that bound my wrists, but I couldn't budge. It was no use.

"Skinny, go help Sam in their bedroom. Maybe their's something there worth while." The skinny guy dropped his gun and left the room. "Now you ladies, give me your rings."

Stacy pulled hers off and handed it over, but Susan pulled away to protest. "Bitch, give me your fucking rings...I have the fucking gun!" Susan started crying again, but she did as he said and pulled off her wedding ring.

"You son of a bitch," she said as she handed it over.

"Be glad that's all I'm telling you to take off, slut." That shut Susan up. I guess until then she hadn't thought about the real possibility that she could be raped right now. I guess neither of them had. They both slunk back into the couch and I think even Stacy shed a tear.

I could hear the other two guys going through our things, dumping our drawers and swearing. I don't know if they thought we'd have a lot of money, but we don't. Like most couples we manage to spend just about everything we bring in and although we both make good salaries we just get by.

The skinny guy came back out shaking his head. "Man, they don't have shit. Some jewelry, a couple bucks, but not much."

"Where the fuck do you people hide your money?" the big guy asked. He was waving his gun around and I was beginning to get worried that someone was going to get shot. "Answer me, where the fuck is your money?"

Neither of the girls said anything. They were both cowering on the sofa. Susan couldn't even look at them, but Stacy was looking. She didn't pull her eyes off of the big guy with the gun, even when I started wagging my head in a desperate attempt to get her to look my way. But she didn't even look away for a moment.

"Found something!" said the guy from our bedroom and I noticed a look of fear cross Stacy's face. It was just for a moment, but I know what I saw. What was she hiding? Money? If it was money why hadn't she told me? What was it?

The big guy darted into our bedroom and came out carrying a small metal box. It was Stacy's Treasure Chest. It's where she kept all her old love letters from high school and pictures of old boyfriends. At least that's what she told me; I'd never looked in it. I respected her privacy, but even if I hadn't, Stacy had locked it with a sturdy Masterlock.

He set the box down on the coffee table in front of the girls. "Open it."

Stacy's face went white; she shook her head 'no'. "It's just old love letters."

The second man gestured with his gun, "Open it up, Ray. There might be some money in it." In the background I could hear the third guy tossing the drawers in our bedroom.

The big guy, the one the skinny one had called Ray didn't even hesitate. He reached back and savagely backhanded my wife across the face. I struggled against the tape, but I couldn't budge. "Open it now, bitch or I'll bust it open!"

"The key is in my purse," she stammered and even from where I was sitting I could see the welt starting to rise on her cheek.

"Please don't hurt us," Susan cried. She was getting hysterical, bouncing up and down on the sofa cushion and digging her nails into the palms of her hands.

"Shut up, cunt!" Ray snarled, "or I'll give you something to cry about!" That shut Susan up, but I could still hear her whimpering. If only I could get out of this chair, but really what could I do even then? There were three armed men in my house, even if I were able to escape somehow, they'd shoot me before I got two feet towards the girls. I was helpless and scared. If only I could rescue them somehow. Hopefully they'd find their money and leave, but things were about to get much worse.

The skinny guy came back from the kitchen with both women's purses and dumped them out on the coffee table. Out came a mound of stuff from tampons to napkins, little pieces of paper with numbers scratched into them as well as their wallets and both sets of keys.

Ray reached down and grabbed the keys and quickly sorted through them until he found the key he wanted. It dawned on me then that it was a little strange that Stacy kept the key to her box with her car keys. Didn't she trust me at all not to look into the box? So I was a little more than curious when Ray opened up the box and whistled. "You are a little slut, aren't you?"

When I glanced over towards Stacy I couldn't tell if she was blushing or if the mark from the slap had deepened.

Ray started to pull the largest selection of sex toys out of the box that I'd ever seen. There were vibrators and creams, dildos, two sets of handcuffs, lotions, paddles, a coiled up whip, several lengths of rope, and several other things that I didn't immediately recognize. He also pulled out three video tapes and a large zip-locked bag of what looked like Polaroid pictures. There were no love letters that I could see.

Ray opened up the bag, pulled out a couple of pictures and whistled. "Hey Sam, come out here, you gotta see this!" He handed a couple of pictures to the skinny guy and tossed the bag to Sam when he came into the room. "Check those out," Ray said. "We gotta little freak on our hands."

Sam tore into the bag and even through the ski mask he wore I could tell he was grinning. "Man, she's a little slut!"

Now I could tell that Stacy was blushing. As Ray picked up one of the video tapes she started crying and begging him, "please don't play that! Give it back, I'll do anything you want. Take our money, but don't hurt us and please, please give that back!" She started to jerk forward to take the tape but Ray slapped her again and she fell back onto the sofa. "Cunt!" he said, "don't make me hurt you!" Then he tossed the tape to Skinny and told him to put it in the player.

"Let's all see what this bitch wants to hide." I was torn, part of me was still scared and wanted to jump to my wife's defense, but I too wanted to see on the tape. From what I could tell about Sam going through the pictures I thought that they were probably nudes, but when were they taken? Stacy wouldn't let me come near her with a camera. One time when I brought it to bed she screamed at me and called me a perverted freak, so when were those taken?

Skinny turned on the big screen and started the tape. At first I couldn't see anything, but then he stepped back and I could see perfectly. At first there was just static, but then the picture cleared and showed what looked like a hotel room. The date stamp was flashing in the lower left hand corner of the picture. The picture was only two months old. Then the picture jerked and there was Stacy in the green nightie that I'd bought her for Christmas.

She was smiling towards the camera and her hair and makeup was perfectly done, the way she only did it when she went to the office. I couldn't see who was taking the video, but I knew it wasn't me. Two months ago Stacy had been on a business trip with her boss. They'd been gone almost a week. She'd called me every night, but I'd always thought she'd sounded preoccupied. Now I could tell that she had been.

I was mad as hell. How long had she been cheating on me? And why had she video taped it? So along with being mad I was also curious. What exactly had she taped? Stacy looked gorgeous on the tv, her auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulders and you could see deep into the valley between her perky tits. Tits that I'd paid for, that someone else was enjoying!

Stacy was crying, "Turn it off, turn it off, please!" and I was struggling in my chair. Susan's eyes were wide open and for the first time tonight she wasn't saying a word.

Skinny pointed over to me, "I think he's trying to say something." Ray nodded and then Skinny was tearing the tape off from around my mouth.

"You little cunt!" I roared, "You said you were away on business!"

Stacy was still crying, but no one was paying attention to her anymore. Ray turned to me," So I guess you didn't make the tape?"

"No I didn't!"

"So let's all see what this whore has been doing." Ray motioned to Skinny to leave the tape off of my mouth and then picked up the remote and turned up the volume.

The guy behind the camera was speaking and I recognized the voice. It was Mark, Stacy's boss. "Are you wet?" he said.

Stacy didn't answer him right away, instead she reached down and touched her pussy. The camera panned down and zoomed in and the screen was filled with a picture of Stacy's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. "Yeah, I'm wet," she said and her voice was husky with lust.

"Lick them clean," Mark demanded.

"You know I won't do that, I don't like girls and I won't taste myself."

"Yes you will, cunt!" Mark shouted. "You will do anything I want, when I want it. You understand me cunt? Now clean your fingers and tell me how you taste."

Stacy slowly pushed both fingers into her mouth like she was sucking on a cock, pumping them in and out several times. "I taste good, master!"

"Good, now do you know what I want, don't you?"

"Yes Master," she sighed and then dropped to her knees. Stacy never liked sucking cock, at least that's what she told me, but when I saw her on film you could have fooled me. She had a greedy look on her face as she unbuckled Mark's belt and undid his pants. I think she was even drooling as she unzipped him and pulled out his hard cock. Mark was at least two inches larger than me and had a great mushroom shaped head. Stacy didn't hesitate for a moment; she just sucked him in like candy.

She was bobbing up and down on his cock, taking him all the way in until her lips ground against the base. One of her hands was squeezing his balls while the other disappeared between her legs. The room was filled with slurping noises as she sucked on him. I couldn't tear my eyes off of the screen and neither could anyone else in the room. Stacy looked like a pro, her head was going up and down and I could hear Mark beginning to groan. After a few moments he reached down with his free hand and yanked her head back. Then he came all over her face.

Stacy moved her hand off of his balls and slowly pushed his cum back into her mouth with her fingers, sucking it down like it was caviar. Then I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her cumming. She must have been getting herself off while she sucked him because she suddenly threw her head back and started yelling, "Oh God! Oh God!," over and over again. The camera caught all of this and perversely I thought she had never looked better.

When she finished cleaning every last drop of cum off of her face Mark ordered her to the bed.

The camera zoomed in to focus on her ass that swayed back and forth as she walked. "Assume the position." Stacy climbed up the foot of the bed and stayed there on her hands and knees, her ass hanging there in the air.

The camera jiggled a bit again, Mark must have been putting it on a tripod and then it showed his back walking towards her. He stood to one side of her and slowly pulled up the hem of the nightie exposing her gorgeous ass. "Have you been good, slut?"

"Yes, Master," she replied and wiggled her ass suggestively.

"You're a liar!" Mark yelled and then he smacked her hard on her ass. She let out a squeal of pain and then shouted back, "No I'm not, Master. I've been good. This slave has been good."

"Have you been doing what I told you?" He asked again and when she hesitated he began spanking her again. Again and again his hand came down on her ass cheeks until they began to turn a cherry red. "I'm sorry, Master," she sobbed in between spankings. "I've tried to say no, but he's my husband, I've got to fuck him sometimes...but it was only once, just before I left with you."

I was stunned, that was indeed the last time we'd had sex. We'd had a massive fight, me first asking and then demanding that we have sex. Stacy had been evasive and reluctant for months and sex was becoming a rarity. Even when we finally did do it, I felt hurried and rushed, like she just wanted to get it over with. Now I was beginning to understand.

"I told you never to have sex with him again!" His hands were thundering down on her ass now which was turning beet red all over. Each slap of his hand left a clear imprint on her scarlet ass and I could tell that she was biting her lip and struggling not to cry. "Whose slut are you?"

"I'm your slut, Master!"

"And who do you fuck?"

"Anyone you tell me!"

Mark was really letting into her now, even on the video she looked like she was bruising, but he wasn't stopping. He kept asking her questions and spanking at the same time, like it didn't matter what she answered. "And what did I tell you about your husband?"

"Never to fuck him. Never to suck his cock."

"Exactly! And what did you do?"

"I fucked him. I'm sorry Master, but he was so angry. He grabbed me and threw me on the sofa. He was an animal!"

Mark kept spanking and now I was sure she was bruised. I could see bloody welts covering her ass every time he lifted his hand to strike her again. But she never moved. She was taking her punishment. "Do I care what he does? Do I fucking care? You don't fuck him! You don't suck his cock. If you do I'll tell him what a whore you are. Do you want that? Do you?"

"No, please don't Master. I'm begging you, don't tell him. I'm your slut Master. I won't fuck him again. Not ever."

"Cunt," Mark said, pushing her away. "You disgust me. I don't even want to fuck you now."

"Oh please, Master. Fuck me. Fuck me! I won't fuck Frank again ever. I promise. I don't want him, I need you. I've got to have you. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

I felt a sledgehammer pounding against my chest and I couldn't breathe. My wife hadn't as much as touched me in more than two months, but here she was swallowing another man's cum and letting him treat her like trash. "You cunt!" I yelled at her. "You fucking whore!"

"You really are a cunt!" Ray snarled at Stacy and she shrunk back on the couch.

I couldn't tell if she was scared or embarrassed and I didn't really care which at that moment. I was too entranced by what was happening on the screen. On the screen Stacy was touching herself, pushing first two and then three and then four fingers into her sopping pussy. 'See how wet I am,' she was saying.

"Did you at least do that other thing that I asked you for cunt?"

"Yes Master. Of course Master."

"And who did you choose?"

"My best friend Susan. I fucked her husband right there in his office. I made him cum twice. He said I was the best he'd ever had."

"You bitch!" This was Susan this time. She jumped at Stacy, her fingers curved like two claws.

I have no doubt that she would have ripped Stacy to pieces, but Skinny jumped in. He grabbed Susan around the waist and swung her away from Stacy. In the process her dress tore at the top and one of her breasts popped out. That was all Skinny could take. He immediately grabbed her boob with one hand and sent his other down lower.

"Why don't you let me see if you're a lousy fuck," he said. Susan struggled in his grip, but this only seemed to turn Skinny on more. He was grabbing the front of her dress with both hands and tugging. With an evil snap the dress tore down the center and Susan fell over half naked.

Skinny flipped her over easily, holding her down with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other. On the screen above them Stacy was guiding Marks cock into her and the look on her face was rapturous. I glanced over towards Stacy and her eyes were riveted on Susan. She didn't look scared anymore, she looked hungry. She was getting off on watching her friend get raped.

"Get off her!" I yelled. I was trying to kick my feet and work my hands in the tape. I couldn't just sit there and let this happen. "Get the fuck off her, she's done nothing to you!"

"Yea, Skinny, get off man." Sam cried, "Besides, don't you want a piece of the best fuck?"

Slowly Skinny stopped unzipping his pants, and then he stood up. He pulled Susan to her feet and then threw her over by me. "I'll get to you later," he sneered. Susan just crawled up against my leg and hugged it, crying silently. I couldn't help it, the feel of her nipples rubbing up against my leg started to turn me on.

When I glanced back up Sam and Ray were converging on my wife. Ray grabbed her legs and Sam got a hold of her arms. She was struggling wildly, bucking her body back and forth and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Shut up, cunt!" Ray then dropped one leg and cracked her once more across the cheek. I don't think it was that hard, but it stopped her screaming. She continued to struggle however and was jumping around in their grip like an epileptic snake.

They carried her over to the coffee table and set her down heavily. "Find something to tie her with, Skinny. I can't hold her all night."

Skinny ran to the pile of toys that they'd spilled from Stacy's treasure box and came back with four lengths of rope. He quickly tied her arms and legs to the table's legs and then all three men stepped back. "Help me, Frank," she said once weakly.

"Fuck you, cunt," I snarled back.

"Sam, go see if they have a video camera." Sam disappeared into the back room and came out of few minutes later carrying our camera and tripod. I'd bought it in hopes that Stacy would let me film our lovemaking, but once again it was something that she'd never let me do. "What are you going to do to me?" Stacy asked.

"We're going to make our own movie cunt," Ray snapped back. As soon as Sam motioned that the camera was rolling Ray walked between my wife's outstretched legs and grabbed her dress right over her two breasts. In one sweeping motion he ripped it down the center. He kept tugging until it was ripped all the way down. When he saw the little g-string she was wearing he reached right down and savagely ripped it from her body. She screamed once as the strings bit into her, but then they parted and she was completely naked.

I stared at her amazed. She'd shaved her pussy completely clean. There wasn't a hair on her and I'd never seen it before! I was hard immediately, it was somehow sickly exciting to see my slut wife tied to a table before three masked men. On the television she was howling in orgasm.

"Fuck you!" she spat at Ray.

"No fuck you, bitch!" he replied. "I bet you're all excited right now...aren't you? Come one sweetie you can tell Ray. All this really turns you on doesn't it? You like strong men. Men who'll take charge? Come on, you can tell me."

"Fuck you," she screamed.

"Oh I think you protest too much. You know you can say what you want, but your body tells a different story." Then he reached down between her legs and easily slipped a finger into her sopping pussy. "See how wet she is," he said holding out his finger for the others to smell.

When he turned back to her he grabbed her nipples and twisted them until she screamed again.

"That's for lying to me cunt!"

Then he dropped his pants and took out his cock. It was at least ten inches long and hard and thick. He quickly positioned himself between her legs and shoved it in. Stacy flung her head back and moaned. Sam meanwhile positioned himself over her head and began pushing his cock towards her mouth. Stacy didn't even hesitate; she moved her head to meet his cock halfway and quickly took it in.

Ray started pumping her with long deep thrusts and from where I was I could see her back arch and her hips shift forward to meet him. Ray was right, she was a slut. My wife had Sam's cock in her mouth and was doing her best to suck him, but he kept slipping out. Finally he turned and straddled her face and all I could see was the top of her head bobbing up and down on his groin.

Both men; had their eyes closed and their heads tipped up, Sam still had his gun, but Ray had dropped his on the sofa. It didn't matter, Skinny still had his tucked into his waistband and though he was manning the camera he kept turning back to look at Susan and me. Once he winked at her and she cowered against my leg.

Pretty soon I could hear Stacy moaning and really getting into it and then Sam grunted and spilled his load down her mouth. Just like in the video, Stacy sucked it all down. She didn't spill a drop. Sam then took over the camera and zoomed in while Ray slammed his cock into my wife. Now that her mouth was free her moans and cries echoed off the living room walls. I couldn't help myself. I felt myself growing hard. I was watching my wife getting raped and it was an incredible turn on.

I loved seeing her writhing on our coffee table; I was getting some sick perverted high over watching her treated like a whore. I glanced down at Susan and was surprised to see that she was watching the scene before her with more than a casual interest. One of her hands was absentmindedly stroking her bare nipples while the other was slowly kneading the carpet. I knew she was upset, but I was surprised to see that it turned her on too.

I wasn't the only one who noticed. Skinny came sliding up with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Looky here. Little miss second best likes the show."

Susan looked up with horrified eyes, "No...Please..."

"You know, I was thinking Ray," said Skinny, "that seeing as that piece of trash yours, fucking hates women and seeing how she fucked second best's husband. I was thinking that second best should fuck her too. I think they should put on a show for us, what do you think?"

Both of the girls were crying 'no'...Susan tried to pull away from Skinny but Sam came up and grabbed her from behind. He picked her up and carried her until she was standing over Stacy's face, then Skinny ripped off her panties and set her down. Sam held her in place while Skinny ran back to move the camera. Ray started twisting Stacy's nipples until she cried out but still she wouldn't lick Susan's pussy.

"Eat her cunt!" Ray demanded. He was really pumping her now and she was thrashing around on the table, her moans were so loud that they seemed to echo off the living room walls. "Eat her you little cunt!" and he reached forward and forced her head into Susan's pussy. Ray savagely twisted one of her nipples and when Stacy cried out he forced her open lips into Susan's snatch. Then she began licking, at first slowly and then with gathering enthusiasm. Even Susan stopped struggling and instead started moaning, "Fuck me cunt," she hissed.

Ray suddenly cried out and filled Stacy's cunt with his cum and pulled out of her. Stacy continued to buck her hips up and down trying to fuck a ghost cock while her tongue plunged in and out of Susan's pussy. Sam let go of Susan's arms and she ground her pussy into Stacy's face.

"Lick me, bitch," Susan said, "Make me cum! Make me cum like you made Danny!" She was really into it now, I don't know if she knew or cared that it was another woman eating her. From where I was sitting it looked like all she cared about was her approaching orgasm. And it was approaching fast. Susan started breathing heavier and then she started shoving her pussy down onto Stacy's upturned face. "Fuck me cunt! Stick your tongue up my cunt! Suck it bitch. Fuck me!" And then she was cumming and it was glorious. Wave after wave of orgasm shook her body and she kept grinding herself into Stacy's face until it was all over.

Slowly she got up and maneuvered herself off of Stacy, but she was weak and Sam had to grab her by her arm to keep her from falling over. "That was the greatest orgasm of my life," she huffed as she tried to catch her breath. And then she looked over at me, "feeling left out?"

And I was. I was rock hard and could feel my cock straining to get out of the confinement of my shorts. I was incredibly turned on watching my wife get raped, not only by two men but by her best friend too. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, my slut wife tied to the table and being forced to please strangers, the same woman who had denied me sex for months, who acted like she hated it, but now I knew the truth. I didn't care about helping her anymore or Susan I just wanted to cum.

"I think Frankie over there likes the show," Sam said, pointing to me. And I did. I loved watching Stacy humiliated before me. I couldn't hide it if I tried. My cock was making a tent out of my boxer shorts and I was moaning, not in pain, not trying to get free but out of shear sexual frustration. It had been months since I'd felt anything but my right hand and all I wanted, more than anything at that moment, was just to cum.

Skinny was yelling, "Hey I want my turn" and Ray was answering back that he had something special planned for him, but all I had eyes for was Susan. Her dress was torn down the front and her large tits were spilling out but all I could see was the look on her face. She was still flushed from her orgasm and her eyes were dark and smoky. She looked as wanton as Stacy who still writhed on the coffee table uselessly pumping her hips up and down as if she were searching for another cock.

"Why don't you help him out, slut," Sam said pushing her towards me. She didn't resist, after the first couple of hesitant steps she started walking towards me purposefully. I glanced up from her swaying tits and saw that her eyes were now flashing with anger.

"Hey Stacy, you little cunt, you know what I'm going to do?" Susan called over her shoulder. "I'm going to fuck your husband now and you can't do a damn thing about it."

"She's going to be too busy to worry about him," Skinny said and then the three of them descended upon her like a pack of wolves. I looked back at Susan and she was now kneeling between my legs.

"You want this right?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied and my voice was thick with lust. I wanted her very much. My cock was standing straight up. She reached up and freed me from my shorts and I swear it looked an inch longer than normal. I was incredibly swollen and almost too hard. It hurt, my cock actually hurt from being so hard. When Susan wrapped her hand around the base it felt like I was being smothered in silk. I shivered, it felt so good.

"Do you want to know a secret?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, "anything." I didn't care what she was going to say, all I cared about was that she kept touching my cock. I glanced up and the three masked men were flipping Stacy over onto her hands and knees while she fought against them in vain. Skinny re-tied the ropes and then I turned back to Susan.

"I wasn't really that drunk last night," she said, "and I wasn't really passed out when you put me to bed."

I was shocked and I probably would have lost some wood in my cock, but she was pumping me up and down and all I could do was moan.

"I saw you pull down my dress. I felt you touch my titties. Did you like them? Do you like them now?" She didn't even wait for a reply, instead she swallowed my cock. She slammed her mouth right down on it and started working it with her hands and mouth. All I could do was sit back and enjoy.

Susan started swirling her tongue around the underside of my head while she pumped the root of my cock in her free hand. Her other hand had snaked under her dress. I couldn't see, but I hoped she was fingering herself. There's nothing dirtier or sexier than watching a woman get herself off.

"Why...why didn't you try to stop me?" I finally managed to ask in between strokes. At this rate I wasn't going to last very long. I was just too excited and it had been way too long since someone had sucked my cock. It felt so good.

Susan pulled her mouth out for a moment, but continued to stroke the length of my shaft. "I liked it," she said, "and I wanted to see how far you'd go. Who knows...I might have let you fuck me, I've always liked you Frank." And then she was diving back down on my cock and I couldn't take it any more. I erupted into her mouth, spilling loads of cum down the back of her throat. Susan didn't gag or spit it right back out as Stacy always had with me, instead she swallowed every last drop. Just as Stacy had done with Sam.

I looked up from Susan for a moment and saw that Skinny was fucking Stacy from behind while Ray was trying to shove his thick cock in her mouth. Skinny pumped her a few times and then slowly slid his dick out. I saw that it was longer than Ray's, but skinny like his name. He stepped back and then Sam slid under Stacy. His hard cock easily slid into her sopping pussy. "We thought we'd give Skinny a treat, seeing since he's barely had you yet," Ray was saying. "You ever serviced three men at once, cunt? I think you're going to love this."

Stacy tried to pull away from Rays cock, to try to protest what was happening or something, but Ray wouldn't let her. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her back down onto his cock. Skinny in the mean time had moved back between Stacy's legs. As I watched he forced apart her ass cheeks and aimed his cock at her asshole.

I could hear Susan moaning as she watched too. I was getting excited again as well. I could feel my cock stirring, even though it had just spent a months cum. Skinny lined up his cock and then started pressing it in. I could tell it hurt Stacy because she started yelling around Ray's thick cock, but I didn't care. I hoped it did hurt the bitch after the way she'd been treating me.

Skinny pumped his cock slowly in and out of her asshole, just letting the head slide in. And then without warning he just rammed it all in. I thought Stacy was going to explode, her eyes bugged out and her mouth opened up even further. Ray took advantage of the opportunity and forced Stacy's mouth all the way to the base of his cock. He was fucking her mouth now, holding her head and forcing her to suck him. Sam started fucking her as soon as he felt that Skinny was all the way in. Each man was timing his thrusts to meet the others and Stacy was yelling and crying and moaning all at the same time.

Meanwhile Susan had noticed that I was back and she quickly pulled back her hand that had been hidden below the ruins of her dress and smothered my cock with her juices. Then she stood up and let the dress fall off of her. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

I loved it. Susan was 34 and the mother of two, but you could never tell by her body. It was curvy like a woman, but still hard and toned. Her bush was neatly trimmed and her great tits sagged just enough to prove they were real. "I like..." I gasped.

Susan turned her back to me so she could watch the action and slowly lowered her sopping pussy onto my cock. It slid right in and I was glad to hear her moan. She started moving up and down on me slowly, timing herself to the rhythm of the men raping my wife. I don't know if she was imagining herself in Stacy's place or if she was just getting off seeing Stacy treated that way. Whatever it was, her pussy was hot and slick and I loved it every time she buried my cock inside her.

The guys were really giving it to my wife. I could hear her moaning from around the base of Ray's cock and Sam and Skinny were pounding her like there was no tomorrow. Every few seconds she'd scream as Skinny rammed it home, but I don't think it was out of pain. I think she loved it, loving the feeling of being used. Maybe that's what Mark gave her, the thrill of being dominated and used.

While Susan was sliding up and down on my cock I looked over at Stacy. She was really being sandwiched, all three guys were giving her everything they'd got. I loved it! I couldn't imagine how hot it got me, seeing her forced to fuck three guys. I think for a moment there I wasn't even mad at her. She was just a slut and couldn't help herself. Right now she was getting what she deserved and I loved it.

Susan started bouncing up and down on my cock, driving me into her and I could tell from her breathing that she was getting ready to cum. Across the room Ray slammed his cock into my wife's mouth and unloaded down her throat and then he pulled out. Now there was nothing blocking Stacy's screams of pleasure and they filled the room. She was really digging having a cock in both her pussy and ass.

Susan started cumming, it started with a deep moan in the back of her throat and then it continued up in volume until she was matching Stacy's screams. I couldn't hold off any longer and shot my load deep into her cunt. She continued to ride me until my dick started getting soft and then she pulled me out slowly.

Sam meanwhile was cumming in Stacy's pussy, he grunted and then slammed his cock into her a few more times before pulling out. Skinny however was holding on. He started pounding Stacy, calling her a cunt and a whore and every now and then leaning over and swatting her ass. This only seemed to make her hotter and if anything she screamed in pleasure even louder when he was spanking her.

Susan got off of me and walked over to where Stacy was getting it. "I think you're enjoying this too much, bitch," she said and then she did something that totally surprised me. "I think you should eat your husband's cum out of my pussy." Then she grabbed Stacy by the back of her head and pulled it towards her used cunt. "Eat me!" she yelled. "Eat his cum out of me!"

Stacy just started lapping at Susan's cunt and soon Susan was moaning. "Yeah that's it. You go girl...you really know how to eat pussy!" She was grinding herself into Stacy's face and she kept yelling at her. "Eat it, you whore! Suck his cum out of me! Stick your tongue all the way in....that's it. That's a good little whore. Eat it all up!"

By this time Skinny was ready to unload and I think that Stacy could tell. She started throwing her hips back to meet him with abandon and she was yelling 'harder...harder', but it was difficult to hear as Susan's pussy was in the way.

The guys were really getting into it now. They started yelling, 'give it to her, Skinny. Fuck her ass. Harder! Fuck her harder!" And Skinny was trying to display his technique. He kept pulling almost all the way out and then ramming his cock deep into her ass. Every time he did this Stacy let out a deep throated moan and sucked at Susan's pussy harder. Now everybody was moaning, Susan, Stacy and Skinny and it was a race to see who would cum first.

Susan won. Fresh on the throes from the orgasm she'd had with me she grabbed Stacy's head and held her so tightly against her pussy that Stacy couldn't breath. She started thrashing around, trying to pull away from Susan, but Susan wouldn't let go. Susan was screaming now in a long drawn out howl of massive pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her body.

Skinny became too excited as Stacy thrashed around trying to get a breath that he grunted and filled her ass with his cum. When he pulled out a thin stream of white, sticky fluid trickled out of her asshole. Finally Susan released her and everyone could hear her howl. "Fuck me. Fuck me! I've got to cum. I've got to cum!"

Ray just started laughing. "Let's see what her husband says. Frankie, do you think we should let her cum? Maybe give her one of her toys or something?"

"Let the bitch suffer," I said and I couldn't believe how much anger could be expressed in so few words.

Stacy tried to reach back to touch her pussy, but her hands were tied to the coffee table too tightly. She couldn't even touch her tits. "Please," she whimpered. "Please..."

Now I was laughing with everyone else. Stacy was rocking back and forth futilely trying to grind her pussy against the empty air and somehow find relief. "You're such a slut," Ray said. "Three guys just fucked you twice and still you want more. Frankie," he said turning towards me, "I feel for you bud. You've got your hands full."

"Please," I pleaded, "let me go. I won't go to the police. I don't care what you did here, my wife...that cunt deserved it. In fact I enjoyed it. It opened my eyes and the fact is some things are going to change around here."

"Come on, Ray. What do you say?" said Sam. "I'd like to try out little miss second best, but honestly I'd have to rest for a while and we have to leave sometime."

"I only nutted once and I told her I was going to try her," whined Skinny. Susan suddenly became conscious that she was naked and started to back away holding her hands over her tits and drenched pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me Skinny," moaned Stacy.

"Shut up cunt," said Skinny. "No one wants to know what you want. God you're a slut!"

Ray seemed to think about my offer for a moment and then made up his mind. "All right," he said. "I'll let you go, but I'm taking these tapes for insurance. If you say one word to the cops I'll have Skinny here put them on the internet and then everyone will see what a whore she is."

"Agreed. Take them and leave."

Ray sent Sam over to grab the tape that was still playing on the tv. On the screen Mark was fucking her tits while she played with herself. Then it was ejected and Ray scooped up the other two tapes. The bag of pictures lay discarded under a chair. I didn't say anything. "You won't say anything either?" he asked Susan.

"No."

"Good. Then I guess we're outta here." He walked over to me and pulled out a knife and quickly cut the tape that bound my wrists to the chair. When he bent down to cut off the tape that was wrapped around my ankles he whispered, "You play this right, Frankie and she'll be yours forever; Sluts like that only understand power, If you're the biggest dog in the room then she'll do whatever you say." Then the tape was cut and I could finally stand. I just rubbed my wrists where the tape had bit into them.

Susan came running across the room and into my arms. "You saved me Frank!" she said. "You really did. If it weren't for you Skinny would have raped me too."

"It's ok, honey," I was saying and then I was kissing her and she was kissing me back.

"Hey, what about me over here?" Stacy called. "You gotta let me go, Frank," she pleaded. "You gotta let me cum."

I walked over to the pile of sex toys that Sam had dumped on the floor. I picked up a paddle and swung it a few times experimentally. Then I turned back and slammed it across my wife's ass. She screamed so loud I was momentarily afraid that the neighbors would hear. "I think we've got a few things to discuss first, cunt. Like the fact that you're going under new management." I spanked her again, really putting my weight into it. Stacy screamed again and then Susan came up to me and put her arms around me.

"Let me help," she said holding a pair of nipple clamps. "I think we should share her." I waited while she clamped them to my wife's nipples and then she turned the screws and tightened them until they bit cruelly into her nipples.

"Bitch," Stacy moaned and this time I knew she was in pain. Susan ignored her and fished a ball gag out of the pile of sex toys. She shoved it in Stacy's mouth and then secured it behind her head.

"Now let's talk about who is a bitch," she said and she held out her hand for the paddle.

The end