It got really humiliating to you when they wouldn’t let you be around. After you got insistent about being present your wife decided it was best that she go to his place for their marathon fuck sessions. When you’d ask what they were doing her response was always, “Nothing to worry about, it’s just sex.”
Quickly it became torturous for you watching her get dressed in some slutty outfit, sometimes literally just stockings, heels, and a coat, knowing that she was leaving the house to go fuck another man. Finally you got mad and demanded to know what was going on, that was part of the fantasy after all.
You wife agreed. “Fine, but if you can’t handle it I don’t want to hear any complaints. This was all your idea”, she reminded you. So one night she got dressed in a sexy, little dress along with her slutty stockings, garter, and heels. The two of you drove over to his house.
Inside it was obvious he was surprised to see you. “He demanded to watch”, your wife explained. You sat in the living room waiting to see what would happen and when it did you weren’t prepared. He got undressed and made your wife drop to her knees and suck him to hardness.
Another man appeared from upstairs, he was already naked and just as well hung as his friend. Your wife eagerly sucked his cock too, obviously comfortable handling two at once. The two men then roughly picked your wife up and literally ripped the dress off her body.
One of them sat in a chair and pulled her hips down so that his cock sunk deep into her ass. “Oh fuck!”, your wife moaned loudly as her ass was impaled. The other man then grabbed her ankles, flung them up over his shoulders, and shoved his cock forward deep into her pussy.
As they roughly double fucked her they asked her questions to make her say all manner of dirty things. Her responses were completely different from the woman you had married. “Yes, no panties just for you. Easy access to my holes. Fuck me deep and hard. Double fuck me with your huge cocks.”
Perhaps it was the look in her eyes that bothered you the most. It wasn’t a look of lust, but of love for her “fuck stud”. Over her loud moans and groans of pleasure you could barely hear the doorbell. The guy fucking your wife’s ass looked at you and ordered, “Get the door cuck.”
Walking down the hall to the door you thought about leaving, but realized your wife had driven and you were stuck here for as long as this went. “Yes!”, your wife’s voice carried down the hall, “I’m a fuck slut. Such a dirty slut. Fuck all my holes all night!” But you lost all willpower when you opened the front door and four men, similar to the two fucking your wife, pushed past you without a word to join the gangbang in the living room.
