Pawned Wife: The Debt Paid with My Body

I went around to Ernest and his three friends, filling the cups in front of them with water. As I leaned forward with my hips thrust back, I felt their scorching gazes on me, fixed on my neckline. I was wearing a loose-fitting crewneck sweater, and the moment I bent over, my cleavage was fully exposed.

Silence fell over the room in a heartbeat. Right in front of Ernest, these men were shamelessly ogling me, and under their gazes, heat surged through my body.

When I lowered my gaze, I noticed that all three of them were straining against their pants, and the size of their manhoods was magnificent. Each of them was rock hard and far more impressive than Ernest's.

All of a sudden, I felt bashful. I hadn't expected that I could elicit such a strong reaction from three men at once.

As I stuck my bottom out to fill the last guy's cup, I felt a large hand on the inside of my thigh. And it was slowly hiking upward!

Even though I was wearing sheer tights, this particular pair was so thin that it almost felt like he was touching my skin. His palm was much larger and broader than Ernest's, so it definitely belonged to the man behind me.

He sure had some nerve. What shocked me even more was that he gave my fleshy buttocks a firm squeeze. My legs gave out as a wave of electricity coursed through my body.

I spun around and glared at him. He had a short buzz cut and a sturdy build.

He chuckled before withdrawing his hand. "Don't look so surprised, Bianca. Ernest just lost to me. He doesn't have any money, so you're helping him settle the debt. I have to say, your ass feels really supple."

My expression hardened when I heard that. What did he take me for?

"Ernest! Didn't you bring two thousand dollars in cash? How could you not have money to pay him?" I demanded.

But Ernest simply shrugged and said, "We were playing for high stakes, so I lost everything in one go."

"Still, you can't use me to pay off your debt. I'm your wife! If you don't have the cash, can't you just use Venmo?"

Keith, the man with the buzz cut who had just molested me, chimed in, "We play with cash only. We don't accept mobile payments. If you help him settle his debt, he won't have to spend a dime and can win it back later. Doesn't it sound like a good deal?"

Ernest nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. These are my childhood friends. It won't cost you anything to let them cop a feel. I can win the money back anyway. Don't make such a big deal out of this."

As soon as his words fell, the other two guys extended their hands as well. "That's right, Bianca. Ernest owes us some money, too. Let us have a feel, and we'll call it even."

Before I could respond, both of their hands were already on my thighs. In all my life, I had never been touched by more than one person at the same time. The sensation was incredibly strange, and it instantly stoked the flames of desire inside me.

Fortunately, they didn't venture beyond my thighs. That was all Ernest's loss had bought them.

Their large hands roamed over my smooth legs, and all I could do was shoot daggers at them. Ernest stood beside us and allowed them to do whatever they wanted.

When the two of them withdrew their hands, Ernest turned to them and said, "Come on, let's keep going. I'm going all in this time."

Meanwhile, I was left there like a resentful woman, at the mercy of others' whims and at a loss. Yet deep down, I felt a thrill.

The very next second, Ernest slammed his hand on the table. "Damn it! Why am I so unlucky? I just lost another 500 dollars."

Keith grinned and said, "Ernest, you lost quite a bit this round. Bianca's legs won't cut it anymore."

I trembled when I heard that. He couldn't possibly be thinking of touching me elsewhere, could he?

As expected, a split second later, he reached for my chest. I instinctively raised my hand to block him.

But Ernest rolled his eyes at me. "Bianca, if he wants to touch you, you should just let him. Otherwise, are you going to pay back all that money I lost?"

"How does it make any sense for a wife to bear the consequences of her husband's losses? This is nothing but harassment!" I yelled as I thrashed about.

Backed into a corner, my tears were about to spill out. Noticing that, Keith withdrew his hand and said, "Fine. Ernest lost about three or four thousand dollars to us over these last few rounds. Pay up, and we'll drop it."