The Cable Repair - Sex Stories

The Cable Repair

... I said, Red lights? Speed Limits? No sir! This fucking guy drives like me! We pulled up in front of my townhouse. I paid the man cash, gave him an extra $50 for a job well done and closed the door. It was only then I noticed the four Shaw cable vans outside of my building. “must be a bigger problem than just a bad cable!” I thought to myself. Up the walkway I went, dodging bikes and squirt gun streams as I went. “Fucking Brats!” I thought as I giggled to myself, “it’s good to be home!” I fetched up solidly against the locked door. My nose poked my own eye I’m sure, “Fuck! Why is this door locked?” I mumbled as I found my keys, unlocked the door and walked inside. The house was quiet, except for some music playing upstairs. Everything appeared normal but something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. In the entry way there were several pairs of work boots, in the hallway there were three work bags, screw drivers, pliers and the like. On the kitchen counter two more work bags. All with the same general tool lay out, a roll of duct tape next to one of them. “Ah, the cable guys, wow it must be serious.” I giggled, “how many repair guys does it take to fix the internet around this place?” I grabbed a soda from the fridge, took off my shoes and made my way up the stair case to the bedroom. It may have been that I was still groggy from the flight, could be the excess amount of alcohol the night before, not sure but my Spidey senses didn’t really start to tingle until I ...

... opened the bedroom door. In front of me tied to the bed with co-axial cable, duct tape over her eyes, naked and sweaty, one cock in her mouth, one in her ass and a third in her cunt was my sexy wife! Two other hard cocks waited patiently. None of the bodies attached to the cocks noticed me, a sixth fully dressed man, only his cock out of his freshly pressed Shaw cable uniform, was standing back to me with a video camera in hand. Now ones first response is shock, then anger or disbelief. A normal man would have lost his shit, freaked out, called the cops or started swinging fists. I on the other hand, after noting my sexy wife could not see me through the blindfold, lightly tapped the gentleman holding the camera on the shoulder, pressed my index finger to my lips and waved him out into the hall way. He obliged and followed me, only after setting the camera onto the clothes dresser, so as not to miss any of the gang fuck that was taking place. He trembled as he closed the door behind himself, and started to open his mouth but no words came out. “That’s my wife!” I started, “you need to tell me what the fuck is going on here, or I am going to have to kill all of you!” I quietly and calmly said to the poor guy. His cock now flaccid drooped out of his fly. His cock was about as big around as he was, skinny little shit but huge cock! “Well mister,” he said as he trembled. I may have forgot to mention, I am a big boy, 5’8” 280, not a body builder or athlete but I look like a heavy ...