My Husband's Colleagues

My breathing sped up as the man's footsteps approached. My heart leaped to my throat.

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying he would suddenly be distracted by something and let me off the hook. It was too bad my prayers went unanswered. The man opened the closet doors.

I felt the atmosphere freeze over. I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. Then, the two men behind him and Mrs. Court widened their eyes at me.

I leaned against the back of the closet, my back tense. I looked at the man, at a loss for what to do. "I… I…"

I wanted to say something, but the words didn't come. All I could do was use the clothes in the closet to cover myself up as best as possible.

Silence descended upon the room. As the man and I stared at each other, he suddenly broke the silence. "Are you Wilson's wife?"

I nodded.

The two other men had recovered from the shock of the situation and approached me, looking amused. "So, earlier…"

I knew my predicament and hurriedly said, "I didn't see anything."

I held the clothes tight around myself and tried to flee, but the men stopped me. I panicked and said, "I heard you guys had a few days off, so I came to surprise Wilson. I didn't expect… I really didn't see or hear anything, though."

Although I'd earlier fantasized about being in Mrs. Court's position, that was all it was—a fantasy. I did have a fetish for this, but that was only with Wilson.

I could beg Wilson to bury himself in me time and time again, but I couldn't sleep around with strangers, let alone three in one go.

I was about to step past them and leave when Mrs. Court grabbed my hand from below. She pleaded, "Save me, miss. Take me with you!"

I wanted to, but the men wouldn't allow that. My plan was to first get out before getting someone else or the police to help. So, I said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Court, but don't put me in a tight spot. I know nothing about this."

After that, I cruelly pried her hand away and headed to the door. I'd put one foot out the door when the men dragged me back inside. "Let us have some fun with you before you go, sweet cheeks."

They'd had no intention of letting me go. Their coarse hands roamed over my body without a care.

I was terrified as I cried out, "You can't do this! Don't touch me!"

This only seemed to excite them more. They became rougher with me.

Scared, I begged, "Please don't! Please!"

"Drop the act! I can feel how wet you are down there!"

I couldn't believe this, but his shameless words turned me on. I bit my lip, not wanting to admit that I was such a salacious woman. However, my body's reaction told me that I needed someone to get rid of my itch.

"No, don't… I don't want this…" I tried to fight back and push the men away, but to no avail. I was no match for three men who did hard labor throughout the year.

They pinned me to the wall and touched me in places that brought me so much pleasure that I almost moaned a few times.

One of the men chuckled. "Look at yourself, you slut. You were born to be a plaything. Do you see that you're soaked through?"

I was ashamed of my body's natural reaction and flushed as I tried to squeeze my legs shut. I wanted to stop them from getting any further. However, all this did was make their hands press closer to me.

"Damn, the little slut can't wait any longer! Don't worry, okay? I'll satisfy you right now!"

"No, I… I don't…" I argued weakly.

Two of the men raised each of my legs, making me lose my balance as they hoisted me into the air. I had no choice but to throw my arms around one of the men. The desire burned in me, making me feel like my skin was tingling all over.

A strong wave of arousal washed over me. I wanted a man to have his way with me and conquer me. At the same time, my morality wouldn't allow me to do anything to betray Wilson.

On one hand, I wanted the men to take me. On the other hand, I prayed they would let me go. The contrasting emotions were this close to pushing me off the edge.

Just then, Mrs. Court broke free of her restraints and tried to run while the men pleasured themselves with me. However, she was dragged back before even leaving the room.

One of the men slapped her. "It's your turn soon, you shameless woman! I'll satisfy you now, seeing as you're so impatient!"

He pinned her to the floor. The other two men did the same with me—they positioned Mrs. Court and me in the same way.

In the next second, whatever clothes we'd managed to put on were ripped off. They were the final things that stood between them and us.

I shut my eyes as despair washed over me.