Wearing My Wife Out
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Staci had gone to see who was at the front door, and a second later I heard her scream, “John! Help!” Panic coursed through me as I rushed to her, and got there just in time to see her body crumpling inward as if it were a blowup doll losing air. She was being held by a large man with the coldest smile I’d ever seen. In his other hand, he held a weird gun. A second later, it fired at me, and I felt a sharp sting in my arm. I took out the dart, and looked at it curiously as if I couldn’t understand how it got there. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “That dart doesn’t make you a skin, it just knocks you out.” That was the last thing I heard before I slumped to the floor, unconscious. When I awoke I was tied to a chair in my own living room. My brain was foggy, but I was elated to see my wife was okay! I glanced around, but saw no sign of our attacker. “H-hey babe,” I groaned. “Can you untie me?” She made no move to do so, but kept doing sexy poses while slowly spinning in a circle. She’d gotten dressed to go out while I’d been unconscious. She had on heels, and the sexiest pair of skintight pants she owned. She never wore those. Said they made her butt look huge and rode up her ass too much. That’s precisely why I liked them. “This outfit will attract a lot of eyes, and hands,” she suddenly said. “I’ll get laid in no time.” I watched her run a finger up the crease of her ass. “Every guy’s gonna wanna fuck me from behind. Can’t say I blame them.” I interrupted her exploration of her body by struggling against my bonds which rattled the chair. She glared at me for a second, but then gave me a warm smile. “Now, now, honey. If you ever want your wife back, you’ll stay right there like a good boy till I return. If you get free and call the cops, you’ll never see her again. I’ll add her skinsuit to my collection permanently.” She walked over and sat on my lap, grinding her ass against me, making the blood flow to my dick. “I got a rule about never keeping married women, but with an ass like this, I’d gladly make an exception.” She felt me get hard and exclaimed, “Ooh! Someone’s feeling frisky.” She gave her butt a wiggle, making me elicit a moan. She went to the door, blew a kiss and said, “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me when I come back. As long as you don’t mind getting sloppy fourths, or fifths.”
