My Husband's Colleagues

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers."

Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?"

"Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!"

The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that.

Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.

She was a single mother whose son was in high school. Though not as young as I was, she was still pretty. If the men wanted her to come over now, could it be that they…

My heart jolted at that thought.

Sure enough, the man who'd run out returned a few minutes later with Mrs. Court behind him. She asked, "What's wrong? He said you two were looking for me."

She screamed once the words were out of her mouth—one of the men had taken off his clothes and sat there in his full glory. She turned to run, but one of the other men stopped her.

Mrs. Court looked scared. "W-What are you guys doing?"

"Doing… you, of course!" he snarled.

I was embarrassed to hear such lewd words, let alone Mrs. Court. She flushed, looking like she was on the verge of tears. Her voice was shaky, but she still tried to warn them off. "Don't do anything stupid, or I'll call for help."

"Go ahead and scream your lungs out, Mrs. Court. Think about what your precious son will think of you when he sees you like this. How would he feel, knowing his dear mother can't live without a man's touch?"

The man held up his phone, which played a video of Mrs. Court pleasuring herself with a toy.

This stunned her, and tears streamed down her face. "W-What do you guys want from me?"

"Lie down there." A man pointed at a nearby board, which was supposed to be a makeshift counter. He took his belt off while speaking.

God, wasn't that the board I'd chopped vegetables on earlier? They were going to have their way with Mrs. Court on that! This was so wild!

Mrs. Court's face was wet with tears, but the men didn't take mercy on her. Instead, they fiercely urged her to get on her back. She had no choice but to lie down while enduring the shame.

In the next second, I heard the men laugh. "Look! She's gone commando!"

I was stunned by this revelation.

Mrs. Court bit her lip and cried, "I'm a lonely single mother, but I'm not a prostitute. I'm not cheap! Please don't do this to me!"

One of the men slapped her ass. "Drop the act, you slut! Look at how wet you are!"

They made quick work of her clothes, ripping them in the process. Were they going to get started just like that?

I wanted to head out there to save Mrs. Court, but with my condition…

As I panicked, I heard the sound of the board creaking. I peeked out to see the three men being rough with Mrs. Court together. It was such a stimulating scene that I forgot about them forcing themselves on her.

I arched my back and fantasized about how amazing it would feel to be in her place. If Mrs. Court, who was older than me, could arouse them so much, wouldn't they be head over heels for me?

The three men were pistoning in and out in all possible positions, which meant Mrs. Court would feel it everywhere. That was so…

I was so aroused by this that I subconsciously let out a muffled moan.

The three men abruptly stopped, making silence descend upon the room.

One of the men growled, "There's someone in the closet!"

Shit! I'd been too loud! They were going to find me!

How was I going to explain myself when they opened the closet door to see their colleague's wife naked inside? Also, would they take me in Mrs. Court's place?

Was I going to be forced onto my back on the board? Would they spread my legs and…

My legs trembled at that thought. Just then, I saw one of the men approach the closet. That wasn't the worst part—I could see his huge member through the gap between the doors.