It was late on a Saturday night when my wife, Jenny, and I were just getting back from dinner. Walking behind her as we headed to the front door of our house, I could not help but admire her body. Jenny was 5'5" with a slender figure and light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. The short, white dress she wore showed off her fit legs and hinted at her round ass. It also nicely firmed up her c-cup breasts, although I could not see them as we approached the front door.
We had been attempting to interject some romance back into our marriage. We had been high school sweethearts and married young just a couple of years ago. But the excitement had gone out of our marriage as of late. Despite Jenny's lovely figure, lately I had found it difficult to perform in bed. I had written it off as a product of the stress I had been under recently, but I was also worried that I wasn't fulfilling her needs.
Fearing we were stuck in a rut, we had decided to try something different: we would go out for a nice dinner, and then return to the house and Jenny would don a sexy outfit she had purchased online. We knew the plan was not what many people would consider "racy," but both of us had grown up in fairly pious families and doggy-style was the closest we ever came to risqué.
As we reached the front door, I unlocked it and we both went inside the pitch-black house. I had just closed the door and started to reach for a light when a large hand grabbed me and through me against the wall, a large body immediately pinning me in place. I heard a yelp from Jenny that was quickly muffled.
The lights came on and I found myself pinned to the wall by a large, muscular black man. An equally large black man held Jenny to his torso, his thick arm wrapped around both her arms and stomach while his hand was clamped over her mouth. A look of terror filled her eyes. I was about to yell in protest when a third figure stepped into my field of vision.
I instantly recognized the hulking figure that was Tyrone. I had developed a gambling habit in college, a result of being away from my strict parents for the first time ever, and he had been my bookie. Embarrassed, I tried to keep it under control as I got older and graduated, but in the last several months things had spiraled out of control and I owed him $20,000. I had been avoiding Tyrone while I tried to raise the money and I was shocked that he knew where I lived.
"Thought you could hide from me?" he said mockingly.
"Look," I replied desperately as fear swept over my body. "I can get you the money, I just need more time."
"I know ya' gonna get my money," Tyrone replied menacingly, "because I'm gonna give you a taste of what happens when I don't get paid." Tyrone began to walk towards me cracking his knuckles as his companion used his much larger body to keep me pinned to the wall.
"Please don't hurt him!" Jenny, who had worked her mouth free of her assailant's hand, shouted. "We'll do whatever you want, take whatever you want, just don't hurt him!" she pleaded. Tyrone stopped as he appeared to consider Jenny's pleas.
"Anything?" Tyrone asked coolly as he walked up to her.
"Y-Yes," she replied timidly. "I don't know what this is about but please don't hurt him. I'm sure we can work something out." Jenny still had the look of fear in her eyes and she looked up into Tyrone's face. Her fair skin, accented by a few freckles on her cheeks, stood in stark contrast to the deep black skin of the man holding her in place.
"Your husband owes me $20,000," Tyrone growled. Confusion swept across her face and a blushed in shame. "He likes to bet big, but he sucks at picking teams. I've been waiting three months for him to give me what he owes me. I figure if I break some legs he'll cough the money up real fast."
"Look," Jenny replied desperately, "I'm sure we can figure something out, please don't hurt him."
Tyrone wrapped his hand around her neck as he smiled. "I saw something in your bedroom earlier I think will work, let's go talk terms." He nodded to the man holding me "Jack," and then turned to the man that had grabbed me, "Mike, why don't you help our boy get a seat."
It was then that it dawned on me what Tyrone might have in mind. "NO!" I shouted. I was rewarded with a slug to the stomach from Mike that knocked the wind out of me and sent me sprawling onto the floor. I heaved as I tried to regain my breath. I looked up in time to see Tyrone leading Jenny into our bedroom with his hand around the back of her neck. I tried to protest but I was still breathless from Mike's hit.
I was hauled to my feet by Mike and Jack who dragged me over to a chair. Mike produced a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and slapped them on my wrist which he had pulled behind the back of the chair. Jack went into the kitchen and emerged with the duct tape we kept in our junk drawer. I tried to plead with them to let me go, but they ignored me as they taped my ankles to the chair.
I was initially relieved a few minutes later when I saw Jenny emerging from the bedroom. Surely, he couldn't have done anything to her in that short amount of time? My relief disappeared when she stepped into the living room and I saw what she was wearing. Tyrone had found the outfit Jenny had bought and forced her to put it on.
She had on a pair of black high heels which contrasted with the white thigh-high stockings she was wearing. A short, plaid mini skirt left visible her creamy thighs and an inch or two of her ass. A white, almost see-through, blouse with the ends tied above her belly button left her midriff exposed while nicely displaying her cleavage. New, bright-red lipstick stood out against her pale face. To complete the look, Tyrone had even made Jenny put her hair into a ponytail.
Walking behind her, Tyrone ushered her into the living room to the catcalls and approval of Mike and Jack. Jenny kept her arms folded across her chest in an effort to hide her braless bosom. I could see the discomfort on her face. I was the only man she had been with and the skimpy outfit was a far cry from the modest clothing she usually wore. I was shocked speechless by what was happening. Is this real? How did I allow this to happen?
Tyrone slapped Jenny across her ass prompting her to yelp. "Tell your husband what the plan is," he growled to her. Jenny closed her eye and let out a whimper as a look of pain flashed across her face. Tyrone responded by harshly grabbing the back of her neck. "look at him and tell him or he loses his kneecaps," he barked.
Jenny opened her eyes and met my gaze eye to eye. "I'm your wife, but tonight my body belongs to them," she said meekly, her voice cracking.
"Your whole body?" Tyrone asked, tightening his grip on her neck.
"Yes," she answered, her face turning red in embarrassment, "my mouth, tits, pussy and ass are all yours." I could see her eyes start to water, on the verge of tears. Mike and Jack howled their approval as they began to strip out of their cloths.
I finally found my voice and shouted in anger, "let her go!"
