Well I can't help her like 'this'! I'll get changed first.

My voluptuous false-wife stands helplessly down the end of the hall. Her tiny white bikini covers as little of her glorious body as possible and with just a little moisture becomes essentially transparent. Flanking her are two of the biggest jerkwards that I have the misfortune of knowing: the Tyler Brothers.

I can see Amy’s delicate features flush as Todd, cupping her hand, forces her to rub his cock through his workout shorts.

“You like that, don’t you ya little tease?” Todd groans as his face inches closer to hers.

“She does,” Ted says with a short of laughter, “just look at how hard her nips are.” As he says this, his hand come up and claims the closer 36DD breast, eliciting a surprised gasp from Amy.

She’s a beautiful, kind hearted woman who has agreed to play the role of your wife since your real wife couldn’t make it. Yet what am I doing while these two assholes begin manhandling her? I’m standing half hunched behind a support pillar, trying to hiding the sudden, throbbing erection in my swim trunks, of course!

The very idea of them touching her makes my stomach sick but I can’t do a thing about it because ‘Lil Matt’ is enjoying the show! The longer I watch the worse I feel. I’ve got to do something! Move, damn it! Move!

“Please…” Amy protests weakly, “I just need… my husband.”

“I think we all know exactly what you NEED,” Todd groans as he lets his hand fall away from hers. For just a moment, Amy’s hand continues to caress his manhood through his shorts before she catches herself.

“Just come to our room for a minute and you can run along back to your husband,” Ted says easily as he casually loops one finger into her bikini top and begins to pull it down until a single pink nipple is revealed.

“I… I… I…” Amy stutters, clearly overwhelmed by the situation she’s in.

I don’t even wait to hear how she answers. I know they won’t quit. Their room, an empty stairwell, their car; they won’t stop until I either stop them or they get a little two-on-one time with my ‘wife.’

Dropping back quickly, I half run, half limp my way down the far hall, trying to turn the tent that my swim trunks have become away from anybody I happen to pass. I’m sure I look absolutely ridiculous, but I don’t care. Amy’s in trouble and I will protect her.

Finally, I reach my room, just across the hall from the Tyler Brother’s room. If I hurry, I can get changed and catch them in the hall as they ‘escort’ Amy back to their lair. I burst through the door and strip off my trunks; tossing them over my shoulder. My dick, now free, stands as proud and erect as I’ve ever seen it; oblivious to the distress it’s causing Amy and myself.

“Traitor,” I mutter bitterly and immediately start looking for my pants. Thoughts of Amy on her hands and knees while two different men hump away at her pussy and her mouth simultaneously keep filling my head; distracted, I don’t even think to grab fresh pants from a drawer and instead waste several seconds searching for the pants from the previous evening. Finally, I spot them hanging from a hook on the door to the room. I only manage a single step before the doorknob suddenly turns.

Somebody’s coming in! I’m standing absolutely naked in the center of the room as my pretend wife is manhandled down the hall and I’m about to be caught with a massive boner! What the hell do I do?!