"He's gone. Please come back. I need you now." said the text message from my wife.
We were in Bangkok for a weekend retreat. To make the trip complete, I suggested that my wife rendezvous with her American FWB, to which she readily agreed to.
As I had something to attend to, I couldn't be there with her in the hotel room at the time of the meeting. She was okay to meet him alone without me around.
I finished up whatever I was doing and rushed back to the hotel where we were staying when I saw the text. I had been gone for around two hours, not too long, but enough time for them to have some fun.
I walked quickly to the hotel, which was in the middle of a shopping district in Bangkok, and couldn't wait to reclaim my wife sexually again. She must have been thoroughly fucked again by her FWB, like always, I thought to myself.
The Room.
I reached the room and opened the door quietly with my key card. The room was silent as I gently closed the door behind me. On the floor by the foyer was a piece of clothing that looked like a bathrobe. My wife didn't come out to greet me. I presume she must have been asleep after another round of sexual exertion.
I entered the living room and she wasn't there. She must be in the bedroom, I thought to myself. There was another piece of clothing on the floor by the bedroom door. I inspected it. It was her lacy bra but has been ripped to shreds. I am getting more and more curious.
As I walked into the bedroom, an unexpected but welcomed sight greeted me.
Bound.
On the center of the bed was my naked wife. She had nothing on except for her thong around her left thigh. Her arms were outstretched above her head and her wrists tied to each bedpost by what looked like the belts of a bathrobe. Her hair was in a mess. I could see stains on the sheets by her legs. They looked like cum stains.
She saw me and made a muffling sound. There was something stuffed in her mouth. I quickly went to her and removed the item in her mouth. It was another one of her thong. She was relieved when I removed the thong from her mouth. She caught her breath and asked me to untie her. However, I wasn't ready to do so. She looked too beautiful in that vulnerable position. Too sexy. Too tempting.
Many thoughts raced through my mind. What happened? Was she hurt? Did something bad happen? I asked her if she was okay and she replied she was fine, with an embarrassed look on her face.
I had more questions. How did she get into this position? How did she text me if she was stuck like this? I looked around the room and found her phone on the dresser facing her. I picked it up and unlocked it. It was the text message to me. I looked through the phone and found something else.
The Video.
There were a few new photos and videos in the gallery of her phone. They were just taken half an hour ago. The photos showed my wife tied to the bed with a naked man between her legs fucking her. I got more curious. If that was the American, who took the picture? I scrolled through the folder and found it. A video of what happened.
It started with her bound to the bed. She still had her bra and thong on. Then two naked men came into view. I could recognize one of them to be her FWB but the other I couldn't recognize. He was taller, leaner, and had a dick that appeared to be bigger.
They were standing around the bed, stroking their cocks while my wife was tied up in a compromising position. The American then held up something and leaned over my wife to stuff it into her mouth.