Wife Becomes Party Plaything - Sex Stories

Wife Becomes Party Plaything

My flight had just landed. It was 10pm when I got a call from my wife. She was complaining about a loud party next door and was eager for me to get home to tell the neighbors to quiet down. She was shouting that she was going to go handle it if I didn't and I did my best to calm her and allow me to handle it when I got home. I was tired after a long flight and it was the last thing I wanted to have to deal with. I took a cab home and arrived almost an hour later.

As I walked up the front steps to my house, the loud thumping of bass from the house next door was still going strong. The windows were illuminated with multi-colored lights and people were spilling out onto the front porch. I could hear shouting and laughter coming through the walls. I dragged my suitcase up to the house, the front door was slightly open but my wife wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I put my luggage down on my porch, took a deep breath, and then ventured over to see what was going on. As I stepped inside, it felt like I had been transported to an entirely different world. Music blasted from speakers, acrid smoke clouded the room, and young black and Hispanic men filled every corner of the house drinking beer, smoking weed, and having a good time. They all stopped and looked at me when I entered as if they were surprised that some old white guy had come barging into their party uninvited.

One of them stepped forward - drunker than all the rest - slapped me on the back and said "Welcome home!" He ...

... offered me a drink, I refused and tried to ask if he had seen my wife. He replied, "I help you find wife, but you drink up. You came here with no invite and now you refuse to drink with me. That's not cool, drink it." Before things could escalate further, I drank the green shot being offered to me. It felt like drinking fire and my mouth tasted metallic. My drunken host, slapped my back laughing and then escorted me through the throng of revelers into a back bedroom where he said something about my wife being located. As I entered the doorway to the bedroom I will never forget the depraved scene happening in front of my eyes.

My wife was on all fours on a table in the middle of the room, her body naked except for a black plastic trash bag that had been pulled over her head, twisted and taped with only a hole torn for her mouth. The duct tape that held on her trash bag mask wrapped around her head and over her eyes as a crude blindfold. Her brown hair matted and caught up in the rough tape job. A young black guy was on his knees behind her, squeezing and slapping her fat, saggy ass cheeks while pummeling her pussy with his hard dick. With each thrust of his cock into her pussy she grunted like a wounded animal around the cock jammed into her mouth. A Mexican gripped her head with both hands, over the trash bag hood they forced on her, and brutally pounded his cock into her face. Her gags, choking, slobbering, and muffled screams were audible even over the loud music. Her ...