The bedroom smelled of cheap perfume and nervous sweat. Ben stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the short black dress that barely covered his ass. The red wig sat crooked on his head, and the lipstick felt sticky on his lips. Rosie sat on the edge of the bed in her silk robe, rolling the glittery pink dice across the sheets.

“Your turn,” she said, voice shaky with excitement. “The game says you dress like a woman and fuck me. So get over here you tranny looking freak and fuck me.”

Rosie thought Ben looked ridiculous but she was willing to try anything to spice up their marriage, plus she secretly loved seeing him humiliated a little.

Ben climbed onto the bed, the dress riding up his thighs. His cock was already half-hard under the thin fabric. Rosie spread her legs, pulling him between them, when the bedroom door exploded inward.

Three men in black masks filled the doorway. The tallest one, Juan, pointed a gun at them. “Nobody moves.”

Rosie screamed. Ben froze. Greg and Pete rushed forward, zip ties already in their hands. They yanked Ben off the bed and bound his wrists to the bedpost, the dress hiked up around his waist. Rosie tried to run but Juan grabbed her by the hair and threw her to her knees.

“Please,” she sobbed, tears already streaking her makeup. “Please don’t hurt us”

“As long as you do like we say everyone will leave this room alive” Juan stated in a menacing voice.

Juan unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He slapped it against her cheek. “Open your mouth, bitch.”

Rosie shook her head, crying harder, but Juan forced the head past her lips. She gagged as he pushed deeper, her hands pushing weakly at his thighs. Greg moved behind her, yanking her robe open so her tits spilled out. He grabbed them roughly while Juan fucked her face.

Ben struggled against the zip ties, the wig slipping sideways. His cock twitched visibly under the dress. Pete noticed and grinned. He walked over, unzipped, and grabbed Ben by the back of the head.

“Your turn, pretty boy.”

Pete shoved his cock into Ben’s painted mouth. Ben choked, eyes watering, but Pete held him steady and thrust deeper. Saliva ran down Ben’s chin onto the dress.

Rosie was crying openly now, mascara running in black streaks. Juan pulled out of her mouth and flipped her onto her back on the bed. He spread her legs and drove his cock straight into her pussy. She cried out, “Stop, please, it hurts—” but her hips jerked up to meet him.

Rosie couldn’t believe this was happening, she had long fantasized about Ben being forced to watch as she was fucked but it was a fantasy she never expected.

Greg knelt by her head and pushed his cock between her lips again. She sucked him while Juan pounded her, her sobs muffled around the thick shaft.

Pete kept fucking Ben’s mouth, watching the scene on the floor. Ben’s cock was fully hard now, the tip peeking out from under the dress.

Ben was humiliated having Rosie see him sucking a cock, he was also excited to be dominated and watching Rosie be dominated by these thugs

Rosie saw her husband. Her eyes flicked to her husband’s erection while Juan’s cock stretched her open, and her pussy clenched around him, getting wetter.

Juan laughed. “This slut’s dripping. She likes it.” He slammed harder. Rosie’s muffled moans around Greg’s cock grew louder.

Pete pulled out of Ben’s mouth and slapped his face with his wet cock. “Look at your wife getting railed. You like watching her take two cocks?”