Video Business

My wife and I owned a video rental business, not a chain store, it was just a small hole in the wall place.  But it was ours and we did quite well for ourselves, even through the switch from tapes to discs.  Unfortunately the internet hit our store hard.

After a year of hard times I ended up looking around for anyone that would give us some money to keep the store going, but banks wouldn’t invest.  Finally a local business man was willing to lend me the money, and even though I feared he might be connected to illegal activities I took the money to keep our store open.

Of course business didn’t pick up and I was unable to pay back the money.  Things finally hit the point where the man I’d borrowed the money from came around threatening me.  Thankfully the first few times my wife wasn’t at the store, but the inevitable happened and he came by one day while my wife was there.

When she found out what I had done she was pissed.  So was the guy I was pretty sure by now was with the mob.  "I’m going to make you a deal", he said to me.  "You want to stay open, you can’t pay me the money, so here’s how this works.  Your wife pays me in trade and as long as she does that I give you the money to stay open.“

"What?  No!  We would never do that!”, I yelled.

“Then if I don’t get my money I’m going to have to get violent”, he said smacking me so hard I fell down.  He looked at my wife and I feared he was going to hurt her.

“No, don’t!”, I yelled again.

The man didn’t pay attention to me, he grabbed my wife by the arm and led her into the small office in the back.  Now the store wasn’t particularly large, really just one room with all the movies, the one tiny office, and one restroom.  So while any noise from the office was muffled, it could still be heard anywhere in the store.

Which is how I knew exactly what was happening behind the locked office door.  I could hear the man shove my wife and bend her over the desk.  Then I heard him lift her dress, remove her panties, unzip his pants, and then a long moment of silence punctuated by a moan from my wife.

Her hands slapped the desk and the sound of bodies in motion floated throughout the store.  The man moaned, my wife moaned, and they both started breathing heavy.  It was clear he was fucking my wife from behind, pounding her into the desk.

That was when a customer walked in.  I was mortified because in less than two seconds the customer heard the sounds of sex.  At first she pretended to not hear it, but eventually the customer asked, “Do you have adult movies?  Is that what that sound is?”

Knowing I couldn’t tell her the truth I answered, “Yes.  That’s a movie.  Playing in the back.”  I pointed toward the office to confirm my ruse.

The customer seemed only slightly put off, but she stuck around for longer than normal.  During that time the sounds of my wife getting fucked were constant.  Finally the woman rented a couple movies and left.  I returned to trying to get into the office and break up the man violating my wife.

When I pounded on the office door it was my wife’s voice that answered, “Go away!  Ooh!  Give us a few more minutes!  Aah!  Just a while longer.”  There was no way for me to get into the office so I returned to the desk by the front door.

Helplessly I listened while my wife was turned over onto her back, laid across the tiny desk in the office, and fucked more.  Two young men came into the store, customers, and college aged by the look of them.  When they heard the sex they both perked up.

“Dude!”, one of them exclaimed, “Do you rent porno?”  I had to shake my head no.  "Oh, so it’s like a screening room", the young man said pointing toward the office door.

“Uh, yes.  That’s it”, I confirmed his lie.  "It’s occupied.“

"Cool”, both young men seemed impressed.  They waited around for a long time, looking at movies but mostly listening to what they thought was a porn.  Eventually they decided they wouldn’t get a turn in the back so they rented the raunchiest movies we had and left.

After nearly an hour the sounds of sex stopped.  I could hear the man grunting and my wife moaning, there was a final slam against the desk, and then things went quiet.  The door to the office opened, my wife was laying across the desk mostly naked but completely disheveled.

The man emerged straightening his pants and looking very satisfied.  "That’s a taste.  I’m going to come back every day until I get my money.“  He glanced back over his shoulder toward the office and asked my wife, "Did you hear that whore?  I’m coming back every day and you better be here.”

“Fuck yes”, my wife sighed as cum dripped from her pussy onto the desk.  The man left the store as I rushed to close the office door.  Last thing I needed was a customer walking in and seeing my violated wife.

Next day around lunch time, our busiest time of the day, the man came in again.  I’d been considering closing the store, but knew that I wouldn’t be able to hide forever.  My wife was sitting in the office with the door closed.  When the man came in I stood to protest, but he had another guy with him.  If the man I’d borrowed money from was large, this goon following him was colossal.

“Stay here out front and make sure the business runs smoothly”, the man addressed his goon.  Then with a look toward me he finished, “I’d hate for someone to get hurt.”  With that the man ominously crossed the store and entered the office.  I couldn’t see my wife to determine if she was okay or not before the door closed and locked.

Less than a minute later and the sounds of a sloppy blowjob could be heard throughout the store.  The goon moved over to the desk where I was, standing next to me.  Before I could express my discomfort and displeasure a customer entered the store.  It was the woman from the day before, and right around the same time.

When she heard the audible blowjob emanating from the rear of the store she smiled and waved at me.  As she returned her movies from yesterday she asked, “Where are the, um, adult movies?”  The goon smiled.

Stammering for an explanation I said, “We have a very small selection, it’s really just the viewing room in the back”.  I pointed toward the office.  She seemed slightly disappointed but rented a couple of very R-rated movies.

Then the two college guys from yesterday came in, just as the woman was leaving.  The two heard the sounds of the blowjob and smiled.  "Dang", one exclaimed, “It’s occupied again.”  As they were returning their movies I got asked, “Mind if we just stick around a minute and listen?”

Before I could yell at them to get the hell out the goon towering over me answered, “Sure, stick around a bit.”  Everyone except me smiled.  While the two young men browsed movies the sounds in the back changed.

First there was shuffling as bodies and papers moved.  Next a moment of silence.  Then my wife’s voice, “Oh yes.  Put that big dick in my pussy.  Fuck me hard and fast.”  Followed by the sounds of bodies slapping against each other, the wet sucking sound of my wife’s pussy being violated, which were soon drowned out by her moans.

The two college men high-fived each other.  Eventually they picked a couple movies off the shelf and left.  "Maybe you should rent porn", the goon said.  I shot him a look of disbelief.  "Heard you weren’t doing so good.  Two customers in five minutes, and both looking for adult stuff.  Might be something there.“  He shrugged.

Over the next hour customers came in.  When they heard the sounds of fucking they’d get a shocked look on their faces.  After those looks of faded they’d browse the movies, longer than customers would normally hang around, and all of them rented something.

Thankfully no one was in the store when my wife yelled, "Yes!  Cum in my pussy!  Fill me up!  Ooh fuck!”  I could hear her body shake with an orgasm as the desk rattled beneath her.

“Wife’s a real slut”, the goon whispered.  I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.  A few minutes later the man came out of the office, and I could see my naked wife splayed across the desk with cum dripping from her pussy.

As the man left, and took his goon with him, he threatened that he’d return tomorrow.  Angrily I helped my wife clean herself up, but couldn’t interrogate her because she left to go home saying she was tired and sore.  That night she claimed the man was making her say those dirty things and that she wasn’t enjoying herself.

But the following morning I left to open the store and half an hour later she showed up wearing a long coat and heels.  "What the fuck?“, I asked.

My wife hesitated for a moment before opening the coat.  Beneath she was wearing sexy lingerie and nothing else.  "He demanded I dress up”, she said.  Then she closed the coat up and went to wait in the office.

I was fuming, absolutely angry, until the man showed up with his goon in tow.  The two of them were intimidating enough that I could only feel defeated, resigned to what I knew was coming.  Sure enough the goon stayed with me at the counter while the man went into the office to join my wife.

That day lasted almost two hours.  Many of the customers from the day before returned and spent excessive time looking through the limited selection of movies.  Really they were just enjoying the sounds of sex filling the store.  Some of the customers even spoke with each other, whispers that I wasn’t able to hear, but there was really just the one topic of conversation.

It was strange that the flow of customers had picked up in just a few days.  But I didn’t really understand why until the two college men told me they wouldn’t come back until I had adult movies they could rent and the screening room was available.  That was when I started doing some real math, trying to ignore the lewd noises my wife was making.

If all of these customers wanted adult movies I could make enough money to keep the place open, pay the man back and get him to go away.  Without that income, this audible torture was likely to be the rest of my life.  So I ordered a wide selection of adult movies and started making space on the shelves for them.

There was a middle-aged woman, a customer, that entered the store timed exactly when my wife yelled, “Yes!  Fuck this married pussy!”  At first she looked petrified, but I gave her the same explanation I’d been giving everyone recently.  She commented on how it sounded so real, the sounds of sex, and wanted to know where the dirty movies were.  When she found out I was ordering them and they’d be in soon she promised to return.

Before she could leave though my wife yelled again, “Yes!  Fuck me!  Give me that cum!”  There were heavy grunts from the office and a moment later the door opening.  That was all I needed, a customer seeing what was happening.  The man was clearly zipping his pants up and my wife was sitting in her lingerie looking well fucked.

Now that the sounds had stopped I didn’t know what to say, what excuse I could give the woman.  The man and his goon left without saying a word.  Silently I shut the door to the office, to hide my wife from view, before returning to the desk.  The woman asked if that was a viewing booth, like in an adult shop, with a gloryhole.  Not knowing what else to say I confirmed her guess.  Seemingly satisfied she left and I slumped behind the counter.

For a week this trend continued.  My wife would wear something skimpy, or nothing at all, and wait in the office.  The man would arrive with a goon and spend hours fucking my wife.  Customers would flood in throughout the day, always looking for action.  Everyone wanted to use the “booth” and wanted to rent movies, but I had to explain the movies were on the way.

I didn’t know what to say about the “booth” or how to explain to people they couldn’t use it at all because it was real and supposed to be on office.  That weekend though, the day before the adult movies arrived, the man showed up with a crew of goons.  One of the goons escorted me from the store, took me away for the day, while everyone else stayed at the store with the closed sign in the window.

When I got back to the store they’d done some construction.  The restroom was smaller, the office was gone, and instead there was a large booth with a viewing screen, two chairs, and table.  All of my office documents were now beneath the front counter.  More surprising was my naked wife, resting on the stool behind the counter, looking as well fucked as always, but on full display for everyone.

“What the hell?”, I asked.

The man explained, “My guys been telling me about your customers.  So we’re giving them what they want.  Oh, and I’m changing our deal.  Now that I’m invested in your business I’m going to take a percentage of your profits rather than you paying me back.  We’re partners now.”

How the hell was I supposed to get out of that?  They left me and my wife in what was quickly feeling less like my store and more like a prison.  I helped my wife get dressed and home, not sure if the new deal included her being violated anymore.

The next day I arrived at the store early to get the shipment of new movies unpacked and on the shelf.  At opening time a goon showed up, in his words, to help.  Now half the store was packed with adult movies while a lewd booth stood open and waiting at the back.

My wife didn’t show up that day, and neither did the man.  But the new movies and booth were both quite popular.  In that day the store made more money that it had the previous month.  Turns out the booth had been designed so the sounds of whatever movie was playing, were audible throughout the store.

At the end of the day the goon helped me close up, took the percentage of money for his boss, and then left me to go home.  When I got there my wife was in bed sleeping.  I asked her where she’d been all day.  My relief that perhaps the portion of the deal that involved her was over was short-lived.

“Been here”, she said, “That man visited me earlier for a few hours.”

“What?  Here?  In our home?”, I demanded to know.

“Yes.  He thought it better than disrupting business.  So we’ll be meeting here from now on.”