Bill called and told you “Have YO’ bitch at the park in one hour. Tell her to wear the shit I bought her Thursday.” then he hung up. You feel sick to your stomach at having to deliver your wife again to a cruel gambler and pimp, but you have no choice. You don’t have the money you owe him, and this is the only way to even pay the interest.
When you tell her what he’d said, your wife doesn’t answer. She just goes to the closet and gets out the lingerie she’d brought home after the last night she’d spent with him. She doesn’t speak as you drive her to the ordered destination.
It isn’t Bill who meets you, though. It’s a trio of strangers. “Wait,” you say, but your wife shakes her head. “It’s okay,” she says. “It’s not the first time.”
The first wan takes her, right there, bent over in the back seat of the car. She makes no protest except for a slight whimper as he penetrates her nearly dry cunt with his large prick. But before long, her breathing quickens and her eyes glaze with pleasure. That’s the hardest part for you: seeing how much she’s come to like it. Soon, she’s gasping and moaning, moving back against him, using all the skills Bill has taught her to squeeze and milk the black dick in her hungry pussy, until he climaxes inside her with a groan. Then the other two take her in hand, fondling her ass roughly. Come back at 6 in the morning,” they say as they lead her into the woods. “Your party whore’ll be ready for pickup then…
