Chapter 2

Several days passed without hearing from our blackmailer. Maybe I was hoping he would leave us alone. Surprisingly, I also felt a little regret. I had to face the facts, seeing my wife so humiliated had me deeply excited and awakened my most vile instincts. I regretted not having taken photos of this surreal scene where my obese and vulgar neighbor abused my beautiful wife. Only the memory of this evening haunted my impure dreams.

One Saturday afternoon, when my wife had gone shopping and I was gardening, I saw the neighbor approaching me. It was with beating heart that I waited to see what he was going to say to me.

- So still willing to get the last photo?

- Yes of course.

- Then you’ll give that to your slutty wife for breakfast.

While telling me that he gave me a new vial of the liquid I used the last time.

- There is more, because this time I’m going to need her longer. As soon as she’s gone, you call me.

At these words, I felt a shameful premise of erection.

The whole evening I was torn between the guilt of what I was going to do the next day and the excitement it gave me.

I was awake very early. Unable to stay in bed anymore, I got up and went to prepare breakfast. I poured the precious liquid into my wife’s latte and took breakfast to bed. I watched my wife sip her coffee very carefully.

A quarter of an hour later, she was in a daze again, no longer answering my questions, slumped on the bed. I carefully removed the tray and watched her in her nightgown. I couldn’t help but undo the buttons and bring out her big breasts, with their large, dark areolas. I grabbed them with full hand and kneaded them quite strongly. My wife still did not react. I then took out my cock and, stepping over my wife’s body, rubbed it against her breasts, her chin, her mouth. Opening her mouth, I masturbated in it and ejaculated in seconds, excited to be able to take what she had refused me until now. My semen disappeared entirely deep in her throat and she swallowed naturally.

It’s a little shameful and remorseful that I reattached the buttons of her nightgown.

I then headed for the front door and as soon as I opened it, I saw the neighbor’s door open. He must have been watching my exit. I motioned for him to come and he walked over to me.

He was dressed in khaki clothes, camouflage pants and a jacket with many pockets on the front. His big paunch stretched a dark green shirt forward. He walked past me and on entering the house asked where my horny little wife was. I explained to him that she was upstairs, in our room. Without saying anything he went up the stairs and went to the room in question. My wife had not changed position, her eyes still half closed.

- So little bitch, you were waiting for my big cock, right? Are you dying to get fucked? You will have to be patient, but you will have your dose of sperm for several months, don’t worry ... For the moment we are going to take that nightgown off.

As I had been able to do a few minutes before, he undid the buttons one after the other, completely removing her clothes. My wife’s head fell slightly to the side and a trickle of cum escaped from her mouth.

- Look at that, this bitch has already tasted cum today ... Was it before or after the product?

-...

- I didn’t hear correctly.

- After.

- Ah, it looks like you’re starting to take a liking to our history. Well, I’m going to choose clothes for her for our little trip.

Swallowing my shame, I watched him open our closet to pull out a black evening dress, very low cut and slit on the right leg. He also took out the shoes with the highest heels my wife had, at least 10 cm.

- Help me dress her, she won’t need panties and bra for what is awaiting her!

Dressing her, he took the opportunity to fondle her breast violently and penetrate her with one of his big fingers. He asked me to put her shoes on while he prepared a surprise for her. I then saw him take out a plug of a respectable size, spit on it, and insert it suddenly into the anus of my wife, who resisted a little before relaxing and accepting the intrusion. Only the flattened end protruded. My wife didn’t flinch, remaining in her lethargic state. He adjusted the dress, and put my wife on her feet. With her high heels and the plug, she had a very arched figure, which with this dress made her very sexy. My cock was starting to hurt in my pants. Supporting her each on one side, we brought my wife to my car, where he put her in the back by his side, while I got behind the wheel. While being attentive to the road and his directions, I looked through the rear mirror and saw our blackmailer who had put one of my wife’s legs on his knees and who pushed two fingers into her vagina, then three. The view was stunning and I dared not imagine that someone we knew would see us. Fortunately on this Sunday morning, few people were on the road. The sex of my wife was distended by the big fingers, but she was still impassive. He stuck out his fingers full of intimate secretions and stuck them in her mouth to clean them. My excitement was at its peak.

On his instructions, we took a dirt road and after a somewhat chaotic kilometer, the path led to a clearing in which a hut was erected.

Lots of cars and vans were parked there and I recognized a hunter shelter.

The neighbor opened his door, adjusted my wife’s outfit and made her stand up. Holding her by the arm, he led her towards the cabin. I followed behind, contemplating my wife walking with difficulty on a stony path with high heels, an evening dress, a plug in the anus and being drugged. I thought with shame and delight of the humiliations she would most certainly suffer in the near future.

When he opened the door, I could clearly distinguish a dozen seated hunters who turned their heads towards us. They had apparently finished eating a snack heavily washed down with beer and red wine.

- Hi guys, as promised, I’m bringing you a beautiful little whore to do whatever we want with her. The comments went well, each more rude than the next.

- Look at this big-titted bitch.

- We’re going to smash her round ass.

- When we will have passed on your ass you will not be able to sit down.

Among the men present, I recognized Roger, the road mender, a very frustrated person, bordering on debility. He was employed by the commune only because a relative of his worked there.