My wife blackmailed and fucked by security guards (Part 31)

By jchboy

As Nick drove us back to our house, we continued chatting. However, Susan and I sat together in the back seat and our hands were already eager. I was stroking Susan lightly on her bare back and she kept stroking my thigh. As we teased and eyed each other ravenously, we tried to keep up the small talk with Nick.

Finally, we reached our house. Susan and I thanked Nick profusely before we impatiently disembarked.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow morning and we can go get your car,” Nick said to me.

“Sure thing,” I replied. “Thanks again for tonight Nick. Susan and I really needed this.”

I shut the car door and turned around. Susan was already past the front gate and was making her way to the door. She glanced back and gave me a smoldering “come hither,” look.

My cock, throbbing like live steel, I followed my wife to the door.

I put my hands around her slim waist as she jingled the keys on the lock and giggled.

“Um, sorry to be a bother,” I heard Nick say behind us.

I looked back and saw that Nick had followed us up to the door.

“Could I use the bathroom?”

Susan and I exchanged glances and giggled.

“Sure, Nick, come on in.” Susan said.

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We entered the house.

“The toilet is this way,” I said, leading Nick towards the kitchen.

Glancing back, I saw Susan heading for the stairs, no doubt getting our bedroom ready for our special night.

I brought Nick to the restroom door at the back of the house and opened it for him. “Here you go, take your time,” I said.

“You okay bro? You look a little woozy,” Nick said.

Come to think of it, I was feeling very lightheaded. “Yeah, I think I really overdid the wine tonight,” I said, shaking my head to try to clear the fog forming in my mind. All of a sudden, my eyelids became extremely heavy.

“John?” I heard Nick call out. “Johnnn? Heyyyyyy!”

Everything faded to black.

I realized I couldn’t move even before I opened my eyes. Dazed, I tried to focus my vision by blinking frantically.

I found myself sitting on a chair. My arms and legs were tightly bound to the wood with heavy duty nylon rope. Confused, I tried to make sense of my surroundings.

I recognized my bedroom. I was sitting before my bed and on it lay the lovely vision which is my wife. Susan was clad only in her black lacy bra and panties. A sliver of panic shot up my spine when I noticed the handcuffs restraining her hands to the bed post. She also wore a sleep mask which blindfolded her and a pair of noise cancelling headphones over her ears.

“Susan!” I called out.

She didn’t acknowledge me. She didn’t seem to be able to hear me with the headphones on. Susan shifted a little on the bed, rubbing her silky white thighs together. She was breathing a little heavy. Was she turned on?

“You’re awake,” I heard someone say behind me.

I tried to look behind my shoulder, but to no avail. Regardless, the person son stepped around and stood before me.

“Nick? What?” I said.

“Don’t try anything stupid, John,” Nick said.

“You did this? Why?” I asked. “What’s going on.”

Nick sneered. He went over to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Susan clearly felt his presence as she started to turn her head. “John?” Susan said. She then giggled nervously. “Goodness, I knew you were horny tonight, but I didn’t expect something kinky.”

Nick smiled and reached out with one hand which he ran up her smooth, white inner thigh.

Susan moaned and squirmed a little.

“You bastard!” I yelled. “What the fuck man?”

“That’s my line,” Nick said as he continued caressing Susan’s shapely thighs. “What the fuck, John?”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

“Long story,” Nick replied. He lifted his hand from my wife and stood up.

Susan was panting on the bed. She clearly thought I was responsible for her state and she was into it.

Nick produced his phone from his pocket and approached me. After a few swipes, he showed me what was on screen.

At first, I thought it was just porn. Then the moans on screen started to sound familiar. My eyes grew wide. It was a clip of Susan getting fucked from behind by one of the security guards. Her face was censored, but there was no denying it was her.

“This became viral among the Indian community about a month ago,” Nick said. “See anything familiar?”

My throat went dry. That fucking Vikram. Of course he wanted have the last laugh.

“There’s a whole series on this. My friends are all mad about collecting the whole set.”

“Shit,” I said. “Nick, we were blackmailed.”

“Fuck you,” Nick spat.

I was shocked.

“How could you let that happen to Susan, you asshole.”

“We had no choice…”

“Fuck your excuses la. You know, I’ve always had a thing for her. But she chose you. I was okay with it. I trusted that you would protect her. Imagine my horror when I first saw the videos.”

I gulped. Nick had a thing for Susan? I never knew.

“Out of respect, I never pulled any moves on her. And what do I get in return? I find out you whored her out to a bunch of sleazy fat fucks,” Nick said.

“It’s not like that Nick.”

“Shut up,” Nick replied. “I’m not interested in excuses. What is done is done.” He started unbuckling his belt. My heart plummeted. “But there’s no reason for me to hold myself back anymore is there?”

 

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