Around midnight two pickup trucks came tearing down their long driveway and started kicking up dust as they did donuts. Finally, two drunk guys, carry...ing rifles, got out of one truck.“Get out here, bitch! You’re going to fuck us all! You know you want it,” one yelled. “We know your ma and pa aren’t here, and your brother sure as hell can’t stop us from coming to get what we came here to get.”I couldn’t understand the other four guys because of how badly they were slurring their words.I’m not. I lay back on the bed and allowed my wife to lock me into the chastity device. It was a chilling experience but I felt safe in my wife’s love.Chapter 9For the rest of the day Sunday I was my wife’s slave. She had me drop down on the floor and kiss her feet probably a dozen times, I don’t know why she gets such a kick out of that but if it pleases her then it pleases me, plus of course I had to lick her feet a few times. Thankfully, she didn’t allow her feet to get dirty, or not much.I didn’t. However, the week flew, and Sunday arrived, and I was marched up to the front door, not knowing what type of reception I was going to get, but when the mom, Stephanie, opened the door, all my worry's and doubts disappeared, she stepped out of the door and threw her arms around me, gave me a hug, and said with a smile, "welcome to our humble abode Wendy," the father Tom appeared, and he also welcomed me with a hug, the glance between the two of them should have told me something wasn't exactly. He slid in and out of her, pushing hard and fast. He was fucking her in a desperate, passionate way, and she felt herself tighten around him. She needed this. She knew it was wrong, and God knows how dangerous, but somehow that made even more arousing. She wanted this stranger to treat her roughly, to use her, to take pleasure from her and discard her. These thoughts were running through her head as the man's breathing was getting heavier and noisier as he grew closer and closer to bursting.