The two men sat in the pub discussing their best lay ever. They both had similar taste in women, but they differed in their favorite position. Harish, a thirty five year old businessman who worked in the pharmaceutical industry, was a slender man with an above average sized cock. He drove an expensive car and lived the lifestyle that most men could only dream of. He was divorced, due to his own infidelity with a married woman that he was currently bragging on, but hadn’t seen in over a year.

Abhay worked in the metal industry and made a handsome salary, before the pandemic. He drove a nice car, and was in his late twenties. He wasn’t married, but saw a lot of action. He was very tall and slender with a cock that was long and thick.

“I’m telling you this woman could suck the chrome off of a motorcycle tail pipe! She was amazing,” Harish said, bragging about the woman.

“Well, I could tell you so many things about the way my Priya sucked my cock. She cannot swallow all of me because I am so long, but she goes as far as she is able and then uses her tongue to reach down and lick my balls. It made me cum every single time. She always knew when to pull that trick out,” Abhay said, obviously trying to one-up Harish.

“Well my woman did this thing, whenever I was just about to cum, she locked her legs around me very tightly, and then she squeezed my cock to make me cum. She completely drained my balls. I think she only did this when she was tired or she had used me for herself and she was ready to go home to her husband,” he paused.

“Wait, your woman was named Priya? My woman was Priyanka, but I thought I heard her answer her phone as Priya one time. What does this Priya look like?” Harish asked, suddenly very interested in Abhay’s woman.

“My Priya locks her legs too! I don’t think she’s married though. She’s, oh I don’t know, about this high,” Abhay said, holding his hand at about his chest. “She’s got medium sized areolas and long dark hair–”

“Wait, why are you saying areolas instead of nipples?” Harish interrupted.

“Because her nipples are medium sized and her areolas are also medium sized, and they are two different parts of her tit. I learned this from Priya.” Abhay replied defiantly.

Harish’s phone rang and he looked down to see who it was.

“She told me the same thing! I need to take this, but hold that thought,” he said as he answered his phone. “Hey Kabir! What is up my man! Who are you fucking today my friend?”

“Harish! You scumbag,” Kabir replied. “How did you know I was just fucking a beautiful long haired married slut with a mole on her inner thigh? Hmm? How do you know these things? Are you psychic?”

“What is her name? Is she there with you?” Harish demanded.

“Her name is Priyanka and no, she is not here with me. Do you think I would talk about a married slut like that with her in the bed next to me?” Kabir replied.

“Well fuck me. My friend Abhay is just sitting here with me now. We were comparing notes on our sluts and it sounds like we are all fucking the same woman! What are the odds?” Harish said laughing.

“That cannot be true. Priyanka has assured me multiple times that I am her only lover. Why do you think she is the same woman?” Kabir asked, now very intrigued.

“When you are close to cumming, does your woman lock her legs around you and squeeze your cock until you are drained?” Harish asked.

“Well, yes. But I know other women who use their muscles to drain me. She also does this thing with her tongue–”

“When she’s sucking your cock and she licks your balls?” Harish interrupted.

“Fuck me! It is the same woman. She lied to me!” Kabir said, now obviously unnerved.

“She does the same thing to him,” Harish said to Abhay. “With her tongue on his balls. It’s the same woman.”

“No doubt. We’re being played. Ask him what her last name is. She would never tell me,” Abhay said.

“What is her last name?” Harish asked Kabir on the phone.

“I don’t know. She would not tell me. I didn’t push it. All I know is that she told me she was married and she drives an expensive car, I have seen it at the motel where we meet,” Kabir replied.

“I am almost certain that her husband is rich or at least very well off. Also, she is constantly checking her phone to see his location, or at least that’s what I was able to see one time when she wasn’t watching me,” Harish said.

“I need to go. I’m going to do some investigating and I will be in touch tomorrow. She and I are meeting again at my place on Friday. I think we should teach her a lesson,” Kabir said as he hung up.

That night, all three men did their own research. Together, they were able to put several pieces of the puzzle in place to determine who she, and her husband were. The irony of the whole situation turned out to be that Abhay lost his job due to Priyanka’s husband! The other thing that was revealed involved yet another mutual friend of Kabir’s named Bhuvan. He was a very rich kid who was currently having an affair with Priyanka, but she told him her name was Yanka. She was extorting money from Bhuvan and threatening to expose their relationship to the press, as his family was well known in the community. Now they had multiple reasons to go after her and her husband. They were bent on revenge and retaliation.

They all met on Thursday and devised a plan to get Priyanka and her husband together at Kabir’s apartment on Friday. They spent all day Thursday setting up the various toys and tasks they would use to torment the couple. They would enjoy toying with her and humiliating her, but they would destroy him by making him watch everything they did to his wife. They decided to bring in Aarini. She was a lesbian friend of Kabir’s and he knew that she would add an interesting element to their playtime because she was the meanest person Kabir knew. She would torment Rahul much more effectively than any of them could. She could make him squirm and beg, which was what they all wanted.

As Friday rolled around, Kabir texted Priyanka to tell her he was still on for their sex romp at noon. She replied back that she was excited to play and she asked if he had rope.

“This is going to be easier than I thought,” Kabir said to the others while he texted Priyanka. “She’s already horny and wanting my cock. I can’t wait for the look on her face when she gets here.

They had reached out to Rahul, Priyanka’s husband and set up a meeting to discuss business. They had gathered plenty of information on the website that his company owned, so it was determined that a sales meeting would be the easiest way to get him to show.

Rahul arrived promptly at 11:00 am at the address he was given by his office. He was a big player in his business. Usually he would hand this deal off to one of his salesmen, but the amount of money being spent was far too much for him to turn down. He would handle this transaction personally no matter where they were meeting.

He knocked on the door and was greeted by a slender, well endowed blonde woman.

“Right this way, Mr. Rahul. Kabir will be right with you. Would you like some tea?” she asked as he followed her inside.

That was the last memory he had before he woke up. His eyes were adjusting to the horrifying sight taking place in front of him as he sat naked and tied to a metal chair against the wall. His wife, Priyanka, was on her knees sucking the cock of a man he’d never seen. Her knees were tied together and her big voluptuous tits were bound up and her nipples had clamps attached as they swung down underneath her. She was blindfolded and another man was taking her from behind. The man looked over at Rahul and smiled as he plowed into his wife’s pussy. She screamed into the man’s cock, now lodged down her throat. The two men were fucking his wife right before his very eyes.

“Now remember guys, everyone gets to cum in Priyanka’s pussy so that her husband will be forever guessing who the father of his illegitimate child is,” the man said as they all laughed. Priyanka was screaming and attempting to get away. The man in her mouth pulled out and slapped her face.

“Bitch, you’re not going anywhere soon. Before we finish with you, everyone in this building will have had a chance to fuck your sweet pussy,” the man said.

“Or your ass!” another man spoke up.

The man fucking her from behind began jerking as he came inside her. All the others clapped and cheered as Priyanka could do nothing but take the man’s cock and his sperm. She was horrified. Rahul was ashamed.

Out of nowhere a hand slapped Rahul across his face and then someone kicked him in his balls. He screamed and bent over, still tied to the chair as he writhed with pain from the full on kick.

“You are the reason she is getting abused, you know? All of your greediness and your attention has deprived your hot wife of her sexual needs and fantasies. Every man in this room has been fucking your wife for the last three years, and it’s all due to you not giving her what she needs,” the woman said as she slapped his face again.

Rahul began sobbing as the man fucking Priyanka’s mouth moved and mounted her from behind. He lined up his prick as she felt him prodding her anus. She didn’t have time to scream as he plowed into her ass with all his might and his balls slapped against her cunt. She screamed and the man continued fucking her furiously from behind while Rahul sat sobbing and whimpering.

“I hope you’re enjoying this little show,” the woman said as she pointed to the phone mounted on the tripod that was capturing every single moment. “Valar dohaeris,” she said as she kicked his balls again.

Everyone laughed as he squirmed in the chair. Priyanka’s mouth was filled by another cock while the man behind her slapped her ass as he fucked it.

There was a knock at the door and the woman went to answer it.

“Ambar! You scoundrel! We thought you weren’t coming! Please, come in and get yourself prepared. I will just put your suitcase over here for later. All the men are having their first turn with the slut. You’re up next,” the woman said to Ambar.

Ambar was a friend of Kabir’s from his wrestling days. He was a huge man who weighed over 400 lbs. He sweated everywhere he went and was rarely ever able to find a woman to satisfy his “special need” without paying them a lot of money. He was also an artist, of sorts.