Anonymous

Degraded wife

Foreword

Teri Watson sat on the bed and trembled. She was still partially clad, with her sheer up-lift bra and her brief panties and half-slip, but the way the men were looking at her told her that she would not be like that for long.

All around the bed, the men gathered, standing around, their hands in their pockets, grinning at her maliciously. Gary, her husband, stood at the foot of the bed. He was the only one not grinning. His eyes were dark with anger and there was a scowl on his mouth.

Though Teri tried not to look down her eyes kept darting to their crotches, and in the pants of every man standing around her was a bulge. She shivered to think what was causing that bulge.

She knew that her own shapely form and lovely face was to blame, as well as the predicament she was in. Her hands crossed over her cleavage, and she tucked her shapely legs underneath her, to make herself as little provocative as possible.

"So," snarled Gary finally, "You still haven't learned who's boss. You refused to give me a blow-job when I wanted one."

Teri's eyes looked at the smirks on the men's faces when he said this, and she thought she saw a bulge in some of their pants twitch as her husband mentioned the word blow-job.

"But Gary," she whimpered in fear, "there were people around. I wouldn't refuse you, except that everyone would have seen."

"Maybe one or two people," replied Gary, still angry, "but now you're going to blow me, right now, and you're going to have a regular audience."

Teri gasped as she watched her husband unzip his fly and pull his pants down. There was a bulge in his briefs, and when he pulled them off his fat organ jumped out at his fearful wife. It was not fully erect yet, but it was on the way.

It sort of hung in a thick curve, with the head round and red, like an apple. To his wife, it had never seemed more menacing, and she watched it bounce and quiver as he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to him.