“Our house computer was wired to my office computer, darling. I can see what you see. And you’ve been seeing a lot of it, haven’t you?” he tenderly ran his hand along my scalp.
I blushed. My cover had been blown.
“Mr. Crick, they are here.” Samantha announced chirpily. She looked at me with a sense of envy, as if what I was about to experience was the greatest thing of my life.
“Good. Tell them we’ll be out soon.”
“Okay.”
Who the hell are ‘them’?
“Don’t worry. They are very professional.” he said cryptically as if it had made total sense.
Samantha bounced back in to the living room with a big smile plastered on her face. “I told them to wait.”
“Good. Put on your pants. We are going now.” he told Samantha.
“Wait. I need to do one more thing.” the young girl sauntered her way to me. Then, she straddled my face. She parted her ass cheek like she had done before. I watched with unexplained excitement when the white seed of my husband oozed out of her puckered asshole. The creamy sludge fell straight into my still opened mouth. A burst of weird flavors filled my mouth. My stomach quivered delightedly at the helpless state of my body as I was forced to eat the jizz out of another woman’s ass. Is this how it feels to be a submissive?
I swallowed the warm goop down and then sighed with a strange satisfaction. Is this really me, I asked myself. The woman who felt sexually aroused
watching her husband fornicating with another woman.
I watched my husband’s receding back, the girl was walking along side of him, and then the two disappeared into the corner. The door opened.
“Mr. Crick. Good day.” I heard a man said.
“Good day Jonathan. I hope you have everything covered?” my husband asked. “I don’t want my wife to be disappointed.”
“Not to worry, Mr. Crick. We aren’t charging you a million dollar if we can’t pull it off.”
“I shall put her in your capable hands then. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” my husband said. There’s some shuffling sound, then heavy footsteps, the sound of boots thumping hard on the floor.
My eyes widened in horror as I watched a throng of men, some half a dozen of them, walked in to the living room. All of them were very well-built, very muscular and bulky. All of them were wearing military boots, cargo pants and a tight t-shirt that did little to cover the bulges of their muscular form. Each of them had a duffel bag with them. Two of them were carrying a large metal box as well.
“That’s the slut?” one of them asked. I felt a sense of thrill at the rude moniker. I had never been called a slut, at least not directly face to face, but for some reason I didn’t hate hearing that word.
“Yeah. That’s her.” Another said.
“She’s a little small than she was in the picture. Can she take all of us?” said the bald black man.
“She ain’t going anywhere till she does.” the one with the golden hair smirked. He dropped his duffel bag and came up to me as he unbuckled his belt. As soon as his pants dropped away, he positioned himself between my legs. With a finger, he pulled my panties to the side, revealing my very eager hole. “Happy birthday, cupcakes.” His hips propelled forward. My wet pussy parted, stretched and inhaled the massive cock all the way in.
My hair was yanked and my head tilted backwards. My eyes fell onto a throbbing cock right in front of me. Within a blink of an eye, the cock disappeared into my gaping mouth and began fucking my throat. My bra shredded away by brute strength and the cold air bit the swell of my breasts. A mouth quickly cupped over my nipple while my other breast was being kneaded. I closed my eyes shut as I savored the welcoming sensation, the rough pounding of my cunt, the relentless plundering of my mouth and the abused done to my nipples and breasts. Soon, the promise of release came rushing back to me and not long, I quivered into a very messy, very wet and explosive orgasm.
Epilogue
My blurry vision fell onto a figure standing poise in front of me. As I blinked, the image became crisper and clearer. Then, the figure slowly took the form of my husband. He was watching me with an amused look on his face.
“Hello, sweetheart.” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss my head. “How are you feeling?”
“Used.” I groaned at the ache between my legs. I leaned up and saw that I was no longer on the bench. Instead, I was on the king size bed with my legs tied to the opposite bedpost. My hands were bound to the upper bedposts, forcing my body into a spread eagle. “When did you come?”
“Just a while ago. It’s eight in the morning now.” He said while looking at his watch.
“I see.” I felt a pang of disappointment looming over me. I wished he wouldn’t be here so early and spare me another couple of hours to fill up my fantasy. “Is it over?”
“Do you want it to be over?” he cocked an eye questioningly.
“No. Not really.” I said honestly. Being bounded and fucked by six men was terrifying, that much was certain, but it was also invigoratingly exciting, as if it had filled up a part of my life that I didn’t know existed.
“Good.” My husband climbed onto the bed and lied on top of me. His trapped cock pressed against the mount of my sex, causing me to yelp in discomfort. “I’m glad you really enjoyed it.”
“I did. Thanks.”
“You are welcome, darling.” He rocked his hips and the hard form of his cock molded onto me. “I need to get to the airport now.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“Japan. Samantha has just agreed to marry me. And we are going for our honeymoon.”
“What?” I snapped and tried to sit up only to realize that my limbs were still bound.
“Oh darling, why are you so shocked? Last I know, you are into being a cuckqueen, aren’t you?” The way he said out my secret fetish sent a thrill down my spine as I contemplated with the situation. “And by the way, this is as close as my cock will ever get to your dirty whore cunt.”
I watched him in utter shock as he removed himself from my naked body. He straightened out his shirt and then put on his jacket. “Samantha will be moving into our penthouse. We plan to make a few babies too. You can stay with us if you want but you will have to sleep in the maid’s room.”
My heart began to flutter and my body grew warmer. I had thought it was anger of being betrayed that was creeping into my being. But it wasn’t. It was something else. Something more carnal. Something that had turned my pussy into a leaking hole eager to be filled. I writhed on the bed as I struggled to wrap everything around my confused head.
“I will see you in two weeks.”
“T-two weeks?” I stammered.
“Yes, darling. Don’t worry, the men will take good care of you while I’m fucking Samantha bare in Japan.” He said. As he turned and was about to leave, Tim, one of the men who fucked me hard yesterday, came down the stairs.
“Morning Mr. Crick.” Tim said.
“Morning. Where’s Jonathan?”
“Out to find more hire. Your wife’s really something. Boss plans to get three more in to keep her well fucked.”
“Good. Tell him I said hi.” My husband nodded and then left the house.
Tim then climbed up onto the bed and straddled my waist. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive hard-on. He spat on his cock to lube it up. “Are you ready cupcake?”