The Men

You grip the doorknob tightly, as if attempting to crush the iron in your hand. Your grip is frighteningly tight as you prepare yourself for whatever lay in front of you now. You expected bad, and you almost stumble back as you see worse.

Your bed is adorned in a red satin sheet. You can fully conceptualise a spotted white version instead, as it is caked in dried sperm. Michelle kneels in the centre of the bed, the epicentre of the missed ejaculate. She also acts as the epicentre of a small gaggle of men, five in total. One lies underneath her glistening, sweaty body, thrusting upwards into her puffy red pussy. One kneels behind her perfect arsehole, evidently enjoying her tight sphincter. He has a tight grip on a bundle of her cum-soaked hair in one hand and forces her head back, her spine arching backwards.

Two men flank her sides, standing on the stained satin sheets. Michelle idly rests her hands on the pair’s cocks. In this position, they’re the only ones with fully visible cocks and it is abundantly clear that both men have a number of inches on yourself. The final man is standing over Michelle, lording over her obscured face as she unabashedly sucks his fat member. Her arched back twists her neck upwards, and you can only imagine the strain of the man’s cock upon her angled throat.

The man inside her arsehole obscures most of Michelle’s fantastic frame, and you steadily march towards the bedside. The men receiving handjobs and blowjobs are the first to notice you enter, and they share a knowing smirk before refocusing on the incredible figure before them. Even in this degraded state, you still admire the beauty of your wife. Her blonde hair shimmers with the cum adorning it, her face shines with the various streaks of semen plastered across it haphazardly, her arsehole glows bright red from the manhandling you can only imagine, her vagina glistens as it slowly coats the intruding shaft in a steady stream of-

“Heh, what you think? She’s prettier covered in cum, right?”

The sudden interruption of the rhythmic pounding knocks you out of your haze. Your eyes feel weighty, as if you only just woke from sleep. Reality seeps back in, and it quickly churns your stomach. Firstly, the love of your life is actively being abused by five unknown men. That guy, who was currently halfway down Michelle’s throat, talked as if she was just a piece of meat to be rated. Looking once more over your wife, you notice just how much **** she’s suffered already. Her soft flesh is raw red and tears are dripping down her cheeks. Worst of all though, was your repugnant actions. You charged in here a man on a mission, and now you look like you actually enjoy the treatment your wife has received.

You feel a growing sensation of disgust and self-loathing, which spurs you to action. You have to fix this horrendous situation, fast. You ignore the tightly bound group of men and attempt to catch Michelle’s attention. She can help to calm the group, especially in her position of considerable leverage.