Your husband brings the files

Your imagination stops giving you another degenerating and exciting scenario, when you hear a noise outside of the room, some voices too. Then you hear the door opening.

“She's right here.” You hear the man with a scarred face. Then you feel a hand groping your breast, before leaving it. “A little hot and sweaty, but otherwise alright.” Your face heats up at his voice. Of course, your body reacted to what was happening in your mind.

You blink repeatedly when the hood is removed from your head and light attacks your eyes. A moment later you look around and your eyes widen as you see a worried looking Daniel, standing next to scar-face.

“Yhm!” You try to speak.

Daniel looks relieved at your sight. He leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“Hey there.” He whispers “Don't worry. I have the situation under control.”

He straightens but continues to caress your cheek. You lean against his hand, and nuzzle into it, taking comfort from your husband's presence.

Daniel composes himself. He then turns to scarface and gives him a folder.

“Here, what you wanted.”

The scar-face smiles and takes the folder. He quickly flips it then gives it to the older man. He then turned to Daniel and quickly took out his gun.

“It will take a while for my friend to check the files, so we will have a little entertainment. Sit.”

Daniels grits his teeth but sits on the chair. Soon he has his arms cuffed behind the chair. Scar-face then walked up to you grabbed you by the arm and dragged you in front of your husband and stands behind you.

“The entertain is as follows.” He threw an arm over your shoulder, grabbed your tit and started fondling it.

“Yhm...” a small moan unwittingly escapes your mouth, only adding to your shame at being treated that way in front of your husband.

“You will fuck your husband.” The man took out a revolver, opened up the spinning chamber allowing all of the bullets to fall on the ground. Then he put inside one bullet, closed the chamber and made it spin.

“After three minutes passed and you failed to make him climax – I will put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. If he survives, I will repeat it every next minute. Do you understand?”

Your breath hitches and you start shaking a little. Slowly, you nod your head.

“Good. Now let me help you prepare...” The man hikes up your skirt and rolls it around your waist. “Wow, that's some nice lace.” he comments as his hands travel from your lacy stockings, up along your thighs, along garter straps, to your buttchecks. He then grabs your lacy panties and slowly slides them down. After you step out of them he brings them to his nose and takes a sniff “You seem to be really turned on. They are soaking wet.” He smiles and drops a piece of cloth on the ground. He then drops them on the ground. He then removes your gag and points at your husband. “Ready?”

“What about handcuffs?” You ask.

“You will have to manage somehow.” he says jokingly.

Smack!

“Time start!” he says.

You almost throw yourself forward while trying to ignoring the sting on your ass and white spots dancing in front of your eyes. You drop on your knees between your husband's legs, grab with your teeth his zipper and unzip his pants. You grab his boxer shorts with your teeth and pull them down – but due to lack of space, you spent some time struggling with.

“A minute.” You hear the scar-faced man say.

You give up your current course of action. Instead, you grab the uncovered part of Daniel's dick with your lips and carefully, but strongly pull it out. When you freed it, you grab it into your mouth and start blowing your husband. Your head is aggressively going up and down, trying to excite your husband as much as possible.

“Two minutes.” the man speaks cheerily.

You release the cock and stand up. You place yourself above Daniel and slowly sit, down, making sure that his meat-tool will slide down where it needs to. You moan lightly when you feel the head of his dick touching your pussy lips. Set, on making your husband climax as soon as possible and knowing that you were lubricated more than enough, you lowered yourself with one decisive movement took the entire length of Daniel's dick.

Suddenly, a long build-up pressure exploded, as your husband dick hit your womb.

“Aaaahhh!” You scream orgasmically, throwing your head back and grab the front of chair's sit so to not fall on the ground. Your vision goes blank and your body freezes as a wave of pleasure washes over you. You can feel a trail of your saliva flowing down your cheek.

As you looked at the ceiling, the scar-man entered your vision and showed you a clock slowly reaching the third minute.

“Three minutes.”

You helplessly stare, as he slowly raises his gun and aims it, unable to move your body still shaking from orgasmic shocks.

CLICK!

“As a reminder, you win when your husband climaxes, not you.” the man says mockingly.

The gun didn't fire.

But the sound was enough to snap you.

You bend forward, looking straight at your husband. You slowly raise yourself, then lower yourself. You wince as Daniel's dick rubs against your still tender insides. You try to ignore the feeling and raise and lower yourself again. Soon you are moving in a steady notion, slowly increasing your speed.

“Four minutes” You can see the gun pointing at Daniel-

CLICK!

You grit your teeth and quicken your movements, making your breasts jump rhythmically. You lean forward and grab your man's lips in a kiss. Your tounges tangle and play with each other. You release the man's lips and continue fucking him.

“Five minutes.” The gun by Daniel's head-

“No!” you scream

CLICK!

Your pussy contracts, squeezing your husband's dick, making him shot hot sperm into you – which throws you into your own orgasm. You still for a moment then fall forward, Leaning against Daniel's chest and breathing heavily.

There was no shot, and you made him cum. You nuzzled into Daniel's chest, basking in his warmth.

“The sixth minute is coming closer and I still don't see a proof that your husband climaxed.”

Cursing silently, you tiredly raise your body and make few steps back. You stand with your legs apart, showing the scarred man semen dripping from your pussy.

“Well, it seems like you made it.” He says, with that damnable smile of his.