Ultimate Payback

Tom heard his wife groan with pleasure. He looked in the bathroom mirror where the bedroom behind him was reflected. Dupree had penetrated Amy from behind and was fucking her doggy-style. She was pushing her hips back against him, moaning as he fucked her. 

Tom turned back to the medicine chest. He quickly located a jar of Vaseline. "Here," he said in a broken whisper. He tried to hand it to Duke. 

"Uh-uh," Duke said. "Marcus said for you to bring it." 

Every time Tom thought there was no way they could humiliate him further, they found a way. He shuffled back into the bedroom like a sleepwalker, over to the bed where his wife was climaxing noisily again on another man's cock. 

"What you waitin' for, Tommy?" Dupree demanded, "grease her up!" 

"Yeah, Tom," he heard Amy's voice saying. He turned his head. She was looking up at him. Her sweat-soaked hair fell across her face and she lazily brushed it back. "You have to lube me, baby," she said. "This is a real man, with a real cock. He's going to tear my ass open if I'm not lubricated. You don't want me to be hurt, do you?" 

Yes, he thought. "No," he said. 

Her sluttish smile was cruel. "So be a good little boy and lube me up, will you?" 

Tom took the cap of the Vaseline and coated his fingers with it. Dupree slackened his pace, moving his cock in and out of Amy slowly as Tom brought his fingers to his wife's asshole. He felt the tight rosebud contract with each thrust of the big man's cock. Gritting his teeth, Tom thrust a finger inside, too angry to be gentle.. 

"Unhh." Amy grunted. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's nice." Tom thrust another rough finger in, sawing them in and out harshly. "Yeeaunh, unh, unh," Amy groaned with each thrust. She squirmed her buttocks back against his plunging fingers. Tom had always been gentle, afraid of hurting his sweet wife. But it appeared, rough treatment was what she had needed and wanted all along. He had found out too late. 

"That's good, Tommy," Dupree said finally. "Step back now." 

"Thank you, honey," Amy whispered. "Thank you, for lubing me up so a real man could fuck me in the ass." Duke cuffed Tom back to the foot of the bed. Amy gasped as Dupree placed his cock at the entrance of her ass. He pushed forward, spreading her lubricated asshole with the blunt head of his prick. 

"AaaaaaaAAAAAGH," she cried out as he buried more of himself. "Slow, Daddy, please go sloOOOOOOAAAAHH!" she screamed as he penetrated her further. 

Tom looked on wide-eyed, his hand once again moving on his cock. Dupree had only half of his cock buried in Amy's greased asshole and she was sobbing in agony. There was no way she could... he thrust forward again brutally and her ass absorbed his cock to the hilt as if swallowing. 

"AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy screamed. She dropped her head to the bed. "Please Daddy," she panted, "please I can't it's to biAAAAAGGH!" 

He began fucking in and out of her with slow hard strokes. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him causing her to cry out again and again. After a few hard strokes, however, she began to quiet. Her cries of anguish turned to soft whimpers, then to gasps and moans of slowly building arousal. 

"Mmmmmmmhh... MMmmmh...oh....God..." Her buttocks were moving in slow circles as Dupree picked up the pace. 

"Like it, cunt?" Dupree said. 

"Yes..." she sobbed. "I like it! I like it! fuck my ass harder, Daddy, please..." 

"Told you," Dupree said to his associates. "This ass gonna be my biggest moneymaker." 

"Yeah, man," Duke agreed. "I got a party scheduled next week with the Lobos," he added, naming a local motorcycle club. "I think Amy's tight little ass is gonna be the main attraction." 

"We'll see how tight it is after a night with the Lobos," Tito laughed. Dupree grabbed Amy's hair and pulled her head up. "You hear that, baby?" he said. "Daddy Marcus is gonna turn your ass out for gangbangs. Maybe we make that your specialty until you work off the money your hubby stole from me." 

"Yes," Amy said, totally broken. "Anything. I'll fuck them all, take them in my ass, squeeze their cum out with my asshole..." her obscene recitation was cut off by Duke, who shoved his cock back into her mouth. In moments she was screaming around his dick as she came again. 

They continued to fuck her for almost three hours, taking turns and swapping back and forth between Amy's mouth, cunt and ass. She writhed and groaned and climaxed repeatedly as they penetrated her again and again. Finally, they were satiated and she collapsed across the bed. The three men got up and pulled their pants on, laughing as they went into the kitchen. 

Tom couldn't take his eyes off Amy. The sweet innocent young girl he had married was gone. Her hair and face were covered with drops of cum. More rivulets of male jism leaked from her cunt and asshole. She turned her head to look at her husband, kneeling by the foot of the bed in a pool of his own cum. He had jacked his cock to at least four orgasms as he watched his wife repeatedly violated and sodomized. 

"Bitch," Dupree called out from the kitchen, "get in here and fix us somethin' to eat." 

Without a word, and without looking at her husband, Amy got up and put on a robe. She paused at the door to look at him before leaving the room. She left without saying anything. Tom, exhausted and miserable, leaned his head against the bedstead and slept. 

He awoke some time later. The room was dark. He could hear the mean laughing and joking in the next room. It sounded like they were playing cards. Tom sensed someone else near him and turned his head. Amy was kneeling a few feet away, just out of his reach. She was naked. 

"I can't believe you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe what you did for them." 

She looked at him with contempt. "And what did you do to stop them, Tom?" she said bitterly. "What did you do to protect me? And I found out, it was you stealing from Dupree that's the cause of this. He would have left us alone. But now... now..." tears spilled down her face, "now I'm his whore. He's going to sell my pussy and my... my ass until he's satisfied he's got his money back." 

"Didn't look to me like it took much force," Tom sneered. "Looks like you liked it." 

"No," she hissed at him. "I didn't like it. I loved it. I came like I've never come before. And If you'd been half a man, I wouldn't have needed it so bad." She stood up, her large breasts jiggling with the motion. "You know what I'm going to do now, Tom?" she said looking coldly at him. 

"Yes Tom, I'm going to go back in there. And I'm going to get on my knees for them. I'm going to suck each of their cocks, nice and slow, deep into my mouth until they hit the back of my throat. And then I'm going to ask them.... no, I'm going to beg them to fuck me. In here. In front of you. One at a time, two at a time, all three, whatever they want, I'll do." 

She smiled cruelly at him and continued, "And you can jack off while you watch. Assuming you can get it up again. And when they're satisfied again, I'm going to leave with them. But I'll be back, Tom," she said. "When they're done with me tonight, I'll be back. And I'll tell you about every cock I've sucked and fucked. For money. His money that you stole." 

There were fresh tears on her face. "Was it worth it, Tommy?" she said with a trace of bitterness. "Was it worth the money?" 

Tom just shook his head, tears running down his face as she went back out to the kitchen.