We had been to my cousin's wedding reception and were on our way home when my wife Catherine slid over next to me and put her hand on my leg. I knew what she wanted; hell, she'd been wanting it all night. She had wanted it as we were getting ready to go to the wedding, but I had put her off because we were running late. She had been 'antsy' ever since. Twice during the reception she had tried to maneuver me into an empty room for a quickie, but instead of thinking of her steaming hot pussy I thought of the consequences of getting caught so I put her off again. I knew that she had to be so horny that she wanted to scream, but I had to put her off one more time because there just wasn't any way to take care of a wife who was eight months pregnant on the front seat of a pick up truck. I told her to hang on just a little bit longer and we'd be home soon. She had giggled and said, "Give me something to hang on to" and her hands had gone to my zipper.

I don't know if it is the same with all women — my experience was limited to Catherine — but when she got pregnant she became a sex fiend. We went from three or four times a week to six and seven times a week and the farther along she got the more insatiable she became. There were mornings when I couldn't wait to get out of the house and get to work just so I could get some rest. I couldn't get away from her at the house. Taking a shower the curtain would be suddenly pulled aside and there would be Catherine smiling at me. She would get in the shower with me and I would end up taking her from behind while she leaned against the wall. I would be working in the basement and she would come down the stairs in nothing but high-heeled pumps, sweep whatever I was working on off the workbench and then lay back on it and make 'come here' gestures with her fingers. One Saturday I was in the garage changing the oil in my pick up and she came in and slid up on the hood of her Accord, lifted her skirt and started fingering herself.

"Hey lover, why are you putting fluid in that old thing when you could be over here putting fluid in me. Come on baby, don't make me settle for fingers."

The pregnancy caused some other changes in Cath. Where she used to be a shy, conservative and very private person, she became very outgoing and even a little outrageous in her behavior. Before her pregnancy Cath was embarrassed to kiss in public, but the pregnant Catherine didn't hesitate to drop a coat over my lap and give me a hand job in a movie theatre. I never knew what she was going to do from one moment to the next. One night I had some friends over for a poker game and Cath caught me in the hall on my way to the bathroom and tried to pull me into the bedroom for a quick piece. I held her off and told her no.

"But I need it baby, I need it now."

"Not now Cath, not while the guys are here."

"I'll bet none of them would say no to me. Maybe that's what I should do, offer them some of what you don't want. They would probably all want some."

I saw a change in her eyes and she said, "Ooooh, and wouldn't that be fun. Which one has the biggest cock baby, I want to go tease him."

I couldn't honestly tell if she meant it or not and I spent the rest of the night keeping a close eye on her whenever anyone of the other guys got up to use the john.

She tugged at my zipper and as it started down I kicked back the seat a couple of notches to give her some room. She reached inside my pants and worked my rapidly expanding cock out into the open. She stroked it half a dozen times and then lowered her head. She licked the pre-cum out of the pee hole and then her hot mouth closed around me. I concentrated on my driving as her head bobbed up and down and her tongue licked. We had covered about ten miles when I heard a honking horn and I looked to my left to see a car full of Latinos cruising alongside us. The one on the front seat passenger side was making 'roll down your window' motions and thinking that he was going to yell at me that my tail lights weren't working or something like that I rolled the window down.

"Hey man" he hollered over at me, "Can we be next? We can show her a good time. How about it baby, want to swallow some hot Mexican salsa?"

There was a lot more hooting and hollering and I muttered "assholes" as I rolled my window back up. Cath took her mouth off me just long enough to say, "Ignore them honey, they are just jealous."

Another five miles rolled by and by then she had me ready to pop. I told her it was on the way and she took me as deep into her throat as she could and when I came she swallowed it all. When I was limp she sat up and her left hand started fondling my limp noodle and she said, "Think I can get you up again before we get home?"

I hit the button on the garage door opener a half block from the house, turned into the drive and pulled into the garage. I heard car doors slam and heard Cath say, "Oh shit!" at the same time. I looked and saw five men walking into the garage and I heard the 'snick' of knives being flipped open and a voice said, "Be cool man and no one gets cut. All we want is a little bit of what the bitch was giving you. Five quick blow jobs and we're outta here."

It was the ones who had gotten me to roll down the window. They had followed us home with their lights off. Catherine was out of the car and was only three or four steps from the connecting door into the house and I yelled to her to get into the house, lock the door and call 911. She looked at me, looked at them and then looked back at me before what I'd told her to do registered and that little bit of hesitation was all it took for two of the men to rush forward and grab her. One of them said, "Hey, she's got a bun in the oven" and the man who had said that all they wanted was a little head said, "That's good. I'm sure that will make hubby think twice about doing anything rash. Wouldn't want momma and the baby hurt, eh? Get her into the house." He pointed his knife at me; "You follow them in and behave yourself and it will be over quickly. Any trouble from you and you, the wife and the kid could get hurt bad." He turned to one of the men standing next to me and said, "Ramon, find rope or something we can tie him up with." He motioned me toward the door into the house, "You — inside, nice and easy now. Don't make us do something we will all regret."

Inside the house I found that the two men who had taken Catherine inside had already stripped her naked. She was standing in the middle of the living room while one of them played with her huge milk laden tits while the other stood ready with his knife in case I tried something. God knows that I wanted to smash them into mush; I could do some damage, but in the back of my mind I knew that I couldn't take five men, some armed with knives. I was failing in my duties as a husband and a father, but I could do nothing, not at the expense of possibly getting Catherine and the baby hurt.

Catherine was strangely calm standing there and letting the Latino grope her. She looked over at me and she must have known what I was thinking because she said, "I'm not going to fight it Harv. I'll do whatever they want if it will keep my baby safe." The one called Ramon laughed and said, "Hey man, hear that? What ever we want. All I was planning on was a blow job, but I ain't never fucked a pregnant Anglo before and it might be kinky."

"Shut up Ramon and tie him to that chair."

Three sets of hands forced me into a straight backed chair that someone had gotten from the dining room and I was securely tied to it and the one who appeared to be the leader took of his pants and sat down on the couch. His erection towered up out of his lap and he said, "Okay momma, get over here and give me some of what you were giving your hubby."

Catherine looked at his cock and then she looked over at me and then said, "I can't, not with him watching."

"Why not? He might be one of them weirdo's who gets turned on watching his wife."

"Please, not in front of him."

"Where is the bedroom?"

Catherine pointed down the hall that led to the back of the house and the man said, "Okay momma, we'll do it your way. Take hold of my cock and lead me to your bedroom." Catherine took one last look at me and I saw the resignation in her eyes and she turned back to the man, took hold of his cock, and led him down the hallway.

I didn't see any of it, but I heard it. I sat tied to that damned chair, tears running down my cheeks, ashamed of myself for not being able to protect my family, and I listened as they slowly, but surely, turned Catherine into their willing slut. It started out with only the sounds of the five men who were in the room with Catherine.

"That's it momma, deep throat me. Hey dudes, she's got a hot mouth."