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Sex Slave Island 14, by Jezebel Rose

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The room they’d put us in could’ve been two shades of red; and both of them were dark.

It had a couch, a bar, and tasteful paintings on the wall of deep orange hills.

I could smell the leather couch from here. It had been fucked on recently and was still warm.

My wife had been laid across it. She appeared delirious; her eyes were rolling in her head and she kept on stretching her limbs along the arms of the couch and across her full figure.

They’d dressed her in a silk slip. It clung to her breasts in places and revealed how perky her tits still were, even though she was now in her thirties.

I noticed they’d stripped the rest of her clothes off and left her without a bra or even a pair of panties.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened and a pair of well-dressed men walked in, smelling of fags and cologne. This complemented the other smells in the air nicely and got me going.

The men took off their jackets. One of them was wearing a blue shirt; the other red.

I decided to call them Red and Blue.

They glanced at my wife on the couch, went over and inspected her, and even touched her thighs a little. They muttered something to one another afterwards.

‘’What was that?’’ I asked.

‘’We were just saying how we thought she’d look older, given your profile.’’

‘’She looks good for her age.’’

They nodded. I could barely make out either of them in the dark; the room was very dark; there were only lowlights to play with, but that made me even harder, because now they were both stroking her thighs and breasts through the silk slip, and she’d begun arching her weight off the couch and groaning slightly.

‘’Don’t fuck her too quickly.’’ I said.

‘’Relax,’’ responded Red.

He stroked himself a little and circled her and Blue like a vulture.

‘’Tell me what you’re thinking.’’ I told him.

‘’I’m thinking about fucking her up against the wall, near that picture, then cumming inside of her, whilst pinning her arms above her head and sticking a few of fingers in her mouth.’’

A rush of warmth exploded in my chest and my heartbeat flushed my inner ear lobes with heat and sound.

‘’Fuck…’’ I uttered, spreading my legs a little wider.

They’d begun lifting up the slip, revealing her knees, thighs, and the inside of my wife’s legs. She’d not been shaven. I’d told them to keep her as natural as possible; and I heard Blue exhale loudly when he saw how curly and red her pussy was.

‘’Nice…’’ breathed Blue.

‘’Kiss it.’’ I ordered.

He did so and went down on my wife whilst touching her inner thighs. She craned her neck to watch him,  and started breathing thickly. Hesitantly, her fingers came up and reached towards his scalp, and then she started rolling her weight along the couch in wavy motions, reacting with all her body to the cunning fellatio.

Suddenly, everything started going quite fast. My heart felt electrified as one of the men massaged her scalp and the other put his tongue inside her cunt. She started threshing around wildly on the couch, in two minds about her rape; on the one hand she appeared to be enjoying it due to the aphrodisiacs I’d told them to put in her inflight meal; and on the other, was clearly having difficulty accepting what was happening to her.

‘’Stop struggling, you fucking bitch,’’ said Blue, having trouble keeping up with her cunt.

Red tried to calm her down but that made her kick even harder.

‘’Put your fingers in her mouth; that fucks her up.’’ I informed them.

Red looked at me before doing so.

My wife went limp, except for her thrusting pelvis, which arched itself into the other man’s mouth as he continued lapping at her wet sex. She started groaning again richly and the room stank of wet pussy.

I knew she was getting off to it now and my cock got all the more harder. If only I could touch it.

I looked at the bindings on my wrists and rotated my hands, but they wouldn’t give. They’d tied me down; exactly as I’d asked, so I decided to let loose my frustration another way.

‘’ — Slap that bitch.’’ I said.

‘’… You sure?’’ said Red, holding her steady, his face in the half-light appearing uncertain.

‘’— Slap that fucking bitch.’’

SMACK.

My wife’s head reeled and she sat bolt upright on the couch. Blue actually flinched.

She stared ahead listlessly, as if coming to terms with what just happened. Her brain must’ve been reeling from the impact.

‘’ — Tell her to open her mouth.’’

‘’Open your fucking mouth,’’ ordered Red, who was quickly becoming my favorite.

She opened her mouth hesitantly and peered up at him.

I could see, even from my chair, strings of saliva clung to her teeth.

‘’See how turned on she is? She loves being smacked and ordered around. Shame she only behaves like this when she’s fucked up.’’

They unzipped and proceeded to take turns using her mouth.

Soon, the room reverberated with the thrumming sound of my wife’s nasty little throat as it soaked two hired cocks. Red and Blue stood on either side, taking turns with her, at times gripping her hair at the back and holding it languidly in the air as she slathered over the lengths of their dicks, her hands spread on the couch cushion, fingers separated as her white knuckles gripped the throw.

See, I’d bought off the men, told them to cuckold my wife and I —  whilst I watched, naturally.

The whole thing had been facilitated by the owners of Slave Island; and it had only cost me a few hundred thousand to be absolutely certain that my wife wouldn’t remember a fucking thing.

Red had become greedy and kept shoving at Blue, forcing him aside and keeping him at bay with a pointedfinger. He had my wife polishing the base of his dick; her hands struggling to find a purchase on his thighs; throat-sounds unmistakably having difficulty keeping him down. My cock rose in my trousers and I felt my cum rushing up the length of my dick; sweat dripping down my thighs as Red pressed and pressed her.

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