Wife Becomes Party Plaything - Sex Stories

Wife Becomes Party Plaything

... massive, hanging tits shaking violently as she was hammered from both ends by hard cock. The half dozen or so men in the room laughed and shouted around her while they filmed everything that was happening on their cellphones.

The men had written degrading things all over her body in sharpie. Words like "fat whore", "wife slut" and "dirty cunt" were scrawled in thick black marker across her back, arms, chest, and legs. On her neck and throat they had written "cum pig" and "insert cock here". There were lines and dashes marked on her ass cheek to track how many guys had taken a turn fucking her. It was apparent that they were taking turns fucking her pussy and mouth as she whimpered and howled from the pleasure and pain. The smell of sex was thick in the air and it felt like I had walked into another dimension where anything goes.

The sight of my wife being used like this filled me with rage, but I knew if I made a scene it would only make things worse so I composed myself and tried to think of a way to get us both out safely. I wanted to scream at them to stop, but somehow I managed to remain silent - if only so that nothing would get worse than it already was.

I stood there frozen, unable to process what I was seeing. I stepped back out of the doorway in shock, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I felt dizzy and nauseous. It only took a few moments for reality to set in. That wasn't my wife anymore - she had become something else entirely now - something ...

... far removed from reality that I could never hope to understand or take part in. All I wanted was for it all to go away so that we could go back to being normal again without any of this darkness between us. I felt unwell.

One of them noticed me standing there. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side before anyone else could see me, warning me not to tell anyone what I'd seen or else they would have to kill me and my wife. I felt him press a hand gun to my ribs. My head was spinning and I struggled to stand.

The guy talking to me was suddenly helping hold me up. "You relax and enjoy the show then you and your wifey can go about your merry way. You get out of line or we feel like you won't be cool about this then we start laying down the plastic tarps. You get it?"

My heart pounding in my chest as I realized that these men had taken my wife hostage for some kind of twisted game they were playing. I was filled with rage, but had no choice but to do what they said or risk being killed. I struggled to see straight and wrestled to come to grips with the situation and my own head.

I nodded and held up my hands in submission. The man led me back into the room, hushing the other guys to not say a word to alert my wife that I was present. They pulled up a metal folding chair and gestured for me to take a seat, a front row show to the sexual destruction of my own wife.

Once I was present the guys ramped up the abuse and degradation of my wife. They seemed rough and ...