I looked around the room. It looked like a medieval torture chamber. There was a wooden stocks and a bed with no mattress or springs against one wall.... Hanging from another wall was a collection of whips, canes and other items I didn't recognise. There were ropes, straps and cables hanging from the ceiling as well as a large wooden cross.He lowered the cross from the ceiling. He came over to me and untied the leash from the wall. He started to drag me over to the cross. I tried to get to the. "You're in the best shape of any woman I know," he scoffed. He was around me all the time on these overseas trips."Well my clothes are getting too tight," I said. "Is your stuff coming back from the laundry shrunk up?" Nope," he said.I pulled my T shirt tight over my abdomen. "See? Fat!" You don't look fat," he said. "You look like my sister did when she was about two months pregnant." Pregnant!" I laughed."I'm just saying," he said. As far as he knew I didn't have a man either. "Has Dennis. In the doorway to the bedroom I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw my wife lying on the bed with two men; they were all naked and the men were using her. She had one between her legs and the other one was standing next to the bed and she had her mouth on him. This was no burglary, this was rape! I thought about backing away and using my cell phone to call the police, but then I knew that it was already too late for them to stop this. There were two of them, but I had the tire iron and the. ”He knew quite well it was me and not Joan, but I played along. Then I noticed the tiled floor, there was a line of wet splashes leading under the door, he must have just been cumming as I slammed the door, and there was his cum leading under the door into my room. I opened the door and there it was leading all the way to the bed and I swear there was even some on Joan’s foot, he had shot his cum a good three foot and by the look of it a good few spurts as well. I closed the door and went down.