She tries to run

You’re startled at hearing this and try to run but the man with the gun drops the gun and grabs you. Now that your husband is tied up and out of the picture. The man didn’t seem to have a need for a gun. “What’s the matter? Thought you’d be happy? Based on how you’re dressed I’d assume you would be starving for a good cock.”

The black man presses you against the wall and slaps your face. It stings. Your husband finds his voice, “please, don’t.”

The black man pinning your hands over your head looks back at your husband, “say another thing without being asked and I kill the slut.” This shuts my husband up. “I’m going to let you go, but no more running or you both die and I find another white girl to fuck. Understood?”

You look at the gun on the ground across the room which earns you another slap. This time even harder. Your face stings. “Make a move toward it and you die. You probably don’t even know how the safety release works.”

You feel defeated. The man grips your shirt and sweatshirt and in one strong pull you’re topless. You weren’t wearing a bra. The black man smiles as he admires his prize. He squeezes each tit as you try to hide your disgust. Pinching your nipples. He looks at your husband, “your wife has some good tits. I’m going to have fun with these. You like watching a black man play with your wife’s tits?”

Your husband doesn’t answer right away, does he like it? You wonder before he lets out a weak “no”. But you can see a tent starting to form in his pants. He might be a cuck…