My name’s Shane, and for the first time in a long time, I’m scared.
Our neighbourhood was always pretty safe, but you could never get out of the shadow of Kyle and his boys. Kyle was the tough ass punk you didn’t mess with in this place. If he didn’t get to you, the boys he hung out with did. You just didn’t fuck with them.
Most recently, he made an example of a friend of mine, Daniel (see: My Wife Ch. 1 & 2). Daniel and his wife were a quiet couple, his wife a teaching assistant, and himself a successful businessman on Bay St. Next thing you know, Daniel has his arms and legs broken by Kyle, fucks his wife in front of him, gangbangs the wife with his boys, and then takes his money. How did he do it? By corrupting Daniel’s wife with his cock.
So you’re probably wondering why I’m scared too? Well, I didn’t even think any of this would reflect on me, but my wife Sonya’s a friend of Laryssa, Daniel’s wife. And because I saw my wife talking to Geoff and James, friends of Kyle’s at a party the other night. I was even more scared to ask my wife why she disappeared for an hour at that very party later that night.
* * * * *
I received an exciting e-mail from Sonya today! ‘Come home early for the big surprise, honey! I’ll be waiting for you….S’ was all she wrote. What was she referring to? Surprise? Was it a baby? Was it romantic? Was it that promotion she was trying desperately to get at work? I had to know, but the phone rang and rang at her office. I thought maybe she left early to prepare herself for whatever, but no answer there either. Next, her cell phone:
“mmmmmmmmmpphh….hello?” she answered.
“Hey baby, I got the message. What’s the surprise, you know I can’t wait!” I said.
“mmmmm, you’re gonna have to wait!”
“c’mon, give me a hint!” I begged. “How big is this?”
“all right, since you’re asking nicely, its life changing. It’ll change everything about us. Its what we needed all this time, what I needed all this time, and its soooo much….bigger than you think.” She teased.
“I love you baby, I can’t wait.” I said.
“Me too, baby, me too. I gotta go, though, I’m kinda in the middle of something right now, but I promise that I…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppfffffffffffffhhhhhhhh…..oh yea, right there baby………I love you honey, I gotta go. Bye!” And then she hung up.
What was my devious little wife up to, I thought. What was she so satisfied about, so relaxed over the phone. I wondered where she was, probably in our bath, snuggled up with all her bubbles, champagne at her side, looking as sexy as ever. As expected, I left work very early, quite immediately, in fact.
The ride home was filled with anticipation as much as nervousness. What was she doing, exactly, while on the phone with me? Why was this life-changing? What’s bigger than I think, and bigger than what? Pulling up to the driveway, while still daylight outside, I noticed movement from the top window, and laughter of some sort. I stuck my key into the lock, but the door was already opened. A set of new, but worn in Nike sneakers, size 14, dumped over my Armani’s. Tommy Hilfiger jeans on the floor, a Ralph Lauren sweatshirt on the stairs, a bra, blazer and sweat socks leading to a trail upstairs, where the noises grew louder.
Walking up the stairs was the hardest thing I ever did, and I don’t think I have ever sweat this much in a short period of time before in my life. There was my wife’s voice, laughing, screaming, moaning, shrieking. And another voice with her, a boys woice, a teenager’s maybe. Oh, please, please, please, don’t let this be what I think it is…
“Oh Geoff, give it to me, you big fat-cock bastard!”
“Oh, fuck, baby, smoke my cock with your tight pussy, oh fuck, you are so fuckin tight, babe”
The sight of my wife under this kid, her legs in the air, his body hovering over her, his arms holding him up, her hands grabbing his body and rubbing him all over, his lips on my wife’s tits, her tongue in his ear….it was all too much. My wife was fucking another man–no not another man, a kid. A guy who’s about to go to college, a blond, stocky stud who just happened to be a good friend of one Kyle.
“What the fuck is going on, baby. What are you doing?” I said.
“Oh my god, Shane!” she jumped up.
Geoff started to laugh. He looked at me, smirking, this blond, short haired, 175 pound, stocky stud. What girl wouldn’t fuck this kid, I thought. How was my wife going to resist him, especially when I saw the size of his cock. Thick, maybe 9 inches and 5 around. Clean shaven and much, much bigger and fatter than I was. Now I knew what my wife meant on the phone.
“What’s up, dude.” Geoff said to me as he walked toward me. “I’m your wife’s boyfriend. I’m the guy she’s blowing behind your back. If you had suspicions, know they’re confirmed, and if you didn’t, well, surprise surprise, my pathetically-wimpy friend.”
“I’ll kill you.” I said. “I’ll have your balls for this. Fuck you, kid.”
“No,” he smiled. “Fuck you, actually. And its your wife who has my balls. In her mouth, slapping her ass, you get the picture. And you won’t kill me. You’ll barely get out of here alive.”
“Please don’t do this, Geoff” I begged. I sank to my knees, my hands grabbing his shirt. “Please, don’t do this. I’m no Daniel. I don’t deserve this. I’ll pay you, but don’t fuck my wife, don’t take her away from me!
“Is that what you’re afraid of?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t care about the money, you just want me to spare your wife?”
“Yes. Please, sir, please…”
“How much will you give me to walk out of here and never see you again.”
“Name you’re price.”
“Sonya.” Geoff shouted, “Get the cuffs.”
Geoff picked me up by my hair and dumped my ass in a wooded chair at the feet of the bed. “Sit down, asshole.” Geoff commanded. “I sat, and suddenly I was handcuffed to the chair by my wife! She sank to her knees and tied by legs together too. She rose, kissed me softly on my lips, and said “I’m sorry it had to be this way, Shane.:”
“No!” I cried, “No, not like this, please don’t do this!”
“I’m sorry it had to be this way, but I love Geoff.” She said as she crawled to the bed. She got on all fours, her face to me and smiled. “I’ve been fucking Geoff behind you’re back for the last 3 weeks. I’ve been blowing him, fucking him, pleasing him, jerking him, kissing him, and all behind your back. And I loved every minute of it, you fucking wimp. I love how he took me, and wants me, and I want to be his girl. I’m going with him to college, we’re getting an apartment together up there.”
“What about you’re job?” I asked. “Do you even know what you’re doing, you fucking ungrateful bitch?”
Geoff slapped me hard on the face and I started to bleed. “Pathetic, I just bitch slapped you and you’re bleeding?” he said. He got on the bed, on his knees and got right behind my wife. He teased his member under her cunt and made her laugh and moan more sensually than I ever heard her with me. He smiled at me as he slid into her, and started to speak as he rode her gently.
“She quit.” He said. “She didn’t get the promotion after all this time, so she said fuck you and quit. So what are we gonna do for money? Well, that’s where you come in. You fund us. You pay for my schooling, you pay for our apt, you send us money for whatever we ask for. In exchange, no divorce, no public scandal, no disgrace for you, no ass-kicking from me and the boys. You understand?”
I looked at him, then at my wife. They both smiled, look up to each other and winked. They looked at me again, and said “Well, do you agree, as if you have any choice?”
“I agree.” I mumbled, my head hung in shame.
Geoff laughed hard uncontrollably and he thrust harder and faster into my young wife, eventually spunking all over her face upon pulling out. The fucking a few more times after that, and showered together as midnight approached. All they did was fuck, and damn they were good at it. This kid kept going and going, and she was a nymph waiting to be born. They couldn’t stop, and soon forgot that I was ever in the room.
I woke up later and found myself being dragged to the bathroom, watching my wife sleep our cum-soaked bed. I was still tied up and suddenly the chair was tiled forward and my head was in the toilet. Geoff’s piss was drowning me as his foot held my head down. He was laughing at me again. This is what I heard they did to Daniel, only Geoff’s doing the same shit to me. They’re making an example out of me to! It was like it was their mission to take all the hot wives in the neighbourhood before they left for college. The chair was pulled up and Geoff smacked me around with his thick hand, yelling at me for not looking at him when spoken to.
“You understand that I own you. If you try to fuck with me, I will kill you. Humiliation, public disgrace, scandal, that’s all nothing compared to what I will do to you if you don’t do exactly what I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Geoff, I do.” I said.
“Good. We leave in 3 weeks, so the next few weeks are going to be great for you. I know you’ll miss your wife, so after you shower and clean your pathetic self up, you can make us dinner. You can eat with us, but only if you watch us have sex on your pool table later. Is that okay, Shane?”
“Of course, Geoff, I’d love nothing more.” I said, making the hardest fist I ever have.
“Good. Get ready. Just for being a good sport for everything, I’ll let you lap my spunk out of your wife’s tight cunt. You’ll even get to keep your tongue there as I stick my cock in her, alright wimp?”
“Thanks, Geoff.”
“You’re welcome, you little bitch.”
* * * * *
I have become an example, just like Daniel. I was taken by Geoff, a friend of Kyle’s. I was taken by someone just as intimidating. I lost my wife, my money and my dignity.
I watch as they fuck all night. I serve when commanded to. I assist when fingers are snapped. I fund, whenever fees need paying. I work, while they plan their new life together. I fucking lost it all on some punk kid! I guess the bright side, if any, is that I didn’t have any limbs broken.
Yet.
My name’s Shane, and for the first time in a long time, I’m scared.