Wife Gangbanged to Save Husband - Part 1

I loved the privileges of being wealthy. The safe feeling that wrapped around you, telling comfort was yours, guaranteed. When you walked into a shop knowing whatever was in it you could buy. Twenty-thousand-dollar dresses were the norm. You chose what you wanted without looking at the price, knowing it didn't matter anyway.

There were long holidays all over the world, skiing in top resorts in the winter months, stayovers in family villas all over the world, when the sun was guaranteed. Expensive cars you hardly ever drove, limousine rides where they waited for you to finish in some fancy restaurant, where the tiny portions aided your diet and cost triple the price of a normal family's weekly food bill.

I didn't like champagne but would sip on it at award ceremonies where people would say how much the family was appreciated. How much we were loved. I would pose for photographs by my beloved husband, Jack Salmon, the multi, multi billionaire, smiling for the people as they thanked us for our many charitable donations. Would they have clapped so loud if they knew these donations were merely a kind of rich man's tax exemption?

I smiled at my brother, Tommy, as he rushed by telling others to move the suitcases to the cars. I heard the giggling of my best friend Judy as she flirted with Roy Burton, my husband's longest friend and moved over to her, air kissing her cheeks when we met. Our perfumes mingled, lip gloss shone, our beautifully crafted hair crowned our perfect faces.

I waved to my husband, expensive jewellery jangled on my wrist, he smiled then carried on talking to a new business partner, Toby Williams and his wife Julia.

A man came over; told me they were ready. I saw him glimpse at my breasts and bent down a little to adjust my skirt, allowing him a deeper view down my top. I saw the lust in his eyes as he stepped away. I didn't mind them thinking about fucking me, but they had no chance, my love and desires lay solely with my husband. I literally did anything he asked of me.

Like the night before. He'd taken a call that made him angry, when he'd finished, he looked to me, pulling off my dress, mauling my perfect tits, getting his cock inside before I was fully ready. Even that hadn't been enough, he turned me around, spat on his fingers and rubbed them over my brown hole and aimed his cock, taking three goes' before it breached. He'd slapped my arse cheeks as he pumped his cock in me, swiftly gaining the conclusion he needed, pulling out and ramming his cock in my mouth, grunting as he poured his cum down my throat.

When he'd done, he lay back on the sofa, cum dribbling onto the leather from his now flaccid cock.

"Did it hurt a lot?" He asked.

"I've told you, when you need to, do it." I replied wiping a dot of cum from my chin.

My ass felt sore as I walked to the car, placing my new, designer purse on my knee, smiling at Jack as he climbed beside me.

Though the journey was only an hour and we were all sat in the relative comfort of luxury, the journey wasn't pleasant. The roads were bumpy, full of rocks and potholes. In parts some had been washed away, and looking at the people witnessing our wealth was arduous. Some of them looked angry, others were so thin it made you frown. which is not good, after all, who would want the wrinkles it caused.

We were transferred to a boat which made the journey almost pleasant. It was hot but a cool breeze on the water made it bearable. The sights and sounds of nature were also more entertaining. Jack was given a beer, I received some exotic looking cocktail, with a fruit juice I had never tasted before. It was delicious, giving a holiday feel to the day.

Around lunch our party was split into three groups, each boarding a smaller boat. Ours of course was the most luxurious, we laughed at my brother who was on his own, in a wooden boat towed by ours. He waved and laughed with the rest of us.

Once we had set off food was served on simple white plates, a rice and vegetable dish with some roasted pork diced in. It was palatable, washed down with another cocktail.

There was no shade, so I wore a white, wide brimmed hat to keep me from the sun. MY skin was perfectly tanned; I didn't want red patches spoiling it.

Two hours later we transferred to a hotel by the river in a bustling town. The fish that night was superb and after a few drinks we decided to go for a walk, accompanied by armed men of course.

I was wearing a simple white cotton dress and almost nothing else. As I walked, I felt my tits jiggle, rubbing my nipples against the fabric, they grew hard, visible to all but I didn't care, anyone could look, touching was another matter.

I visited a toilet, more to adjust my panties, a tiny piece of lace that had ridden up the crack of my pussy, pulling the lips apart. Had I been wearing tight shorts I would have shown a huge camel toe to all.

We sat outside a scruffy bar where people rushed around to make sure we had all we wanted. I was then ushered into the largest brick building around. It was noisy, full of live music and people talking loudly. There was a wide staircase taking us to the next level.

"We need to see the dark path sometimes, so we know why we shed so much light." My husband said soberly.

I was taken into a room were women were dancing on a small stage, leering men were shouting to them, loud cheers broke out when one removed her top, to reveal her saggy tits, but men love tits of all types.

A man arrived to take the two of us into a smaller room, here a woman lay naked on a bed with a young man beside her. When she saw us, her hand reached for the cock before her. We watched the sex show with growing interest. Jack lifted the straps off my shoulders and tugged my dress down, my tits tumbled out.

The man smiled, it was then I noticed the eyes of the woman, they were dead, as if her body was there but that was all. It disturbed me but when my husband pushed my head down, I obliged, taking it inside my mouth willingly, coughing slightly when it went deeper.

The man sprayed his spunk over the woman and sat back as she spread her legs wide for Jacks pleasure. I heard his breathing go faster, felt his hips move and readied myself for the ejaculation.

He grunted as he finished, holding my head in position so I could clean his cock with my tongue. He squeezed a little more from his now flaccid member, rubbing it on my face.

As we left the room, I saw Judy adjusting her clothes with a red faced Roy sweating though the aircon was cold. I grinned and winked at her. She'd had the hots for him for a long time, now his wife was out the way she'd made her move.

Jack signalled everyone to stop and then suddenly opened the door to a room a quarter of the size we had just been in. My brother squealed in shock and tried to hide his naked body. The woman he'd just been fucking lay spread legged with her flabby tits drooping down, to me she didn't even look conscious.

"Do you have the five dollars to pay her!" Roy shouted as people laughed. "Or is Jack paying for that as well."

Tommy had no choice but to reveal himself so he could get dressed, he made out he was joining in the fun, but I felt this was cruel and scolded those laughing. They turned and walked back down the stairs. I was swept down with them. When my brother joined us later nothing more was said to him.

Our hotel bedroom was much lower than the standards we normally experienced, but the bed was large and it was spotlessly clean, so I endured it. It was hot though, only a large ceiling fan cooled the room, I lay directly beneath it, but I was still sweating.

I felt Jack lay beside me and a hand reach for my tits.

"Would you rather we had fucked?" He asked referring to his blow job.

"No. That was nice, it felt a little sinful showing them my breasts and swallowing your cum."

His hand had moved to my cunt, a finger parting pussy lips, searching for my love bud, it soon emerged, ready and willing for whatever he wanted. I was still wet from our experience earlier but was soon dripping. I sighed deeply when his head went down to twirl his tongue over me, sipping my nectar, soon bringing me to a wonderful climax.

I shivered and lay back. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

"That was for you, sorry for being so selfish recently, it's been a hard week."

His arms wrapped around me; we kissed for a while before we fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke much later than we were meant to. Everyone else had eaten breakfast and were waiting for us We took a long shower together, then dressed for the day, taking breakfast in our room.

As soon as we appeared people began to rush around, loading cases onto six other boats that were much smaller than any previously. I looked at the long row of boats and waved to the friends and family in them. Jack waved his hand and the journey to our final destination began.

We were heading to a spectacular, luxurious, twelve bedroomed villa in the middle of the rainforest. There were no roads in or out, or any other facilities anywhere near but the nature around it was magnificent. We would spend a week there before travelling back to the small town, where we would be taken by helicopter to civilisation.

I was dressed in boots and denim shorts, with a crop top tee-shirt that was to keep me cool, not be cool. I was sat in the middle to balance the canoe, while hubby was in front, his weight keeping the bow down. I hadn't realised there were nine hours of travelling with only one break for lunch on the side of the river, in a small clearing.

When I stepped out the queue for the toilets melted away, being the first to use it I didn't experience the smell as others did and I had the choice of the food laid out on three long tables.

The food was strikingly good, putting everyone in a much better mood, though most groaned when we stepped back into the boats.

Two hours in I needed to pee, an hour later I was desperate, very close to pissing in my shorts. The man behind us, paddling the boat pointed to a wooden bowl under my seat.

"But he will see." I chafed when Jack told me to use it.

"Do you think he's never seen a white arse before, these people walk around naked, it means nothing to them." He moaned back.

To show I was made of firmer stuff, I sat the bowl where I was sitting, dropped my shorts and knickers, then peed for an age, tipping the result in the river before slowly covering myself up.

"I had the best view." Jack said grinning.

I could see he was aroused, had it been possible we no doubt would have made love, but we had no other choice but continue our journey.

We finally arrived as the light began to fade. Four security guards already there, greeted four more who arrived with us. They helped carry all the bags to the villa.

I saw Judy and Julia, who were dressed like me, both had damp patches on their shorts. They'd not been told about the bowls. We'd brought four servants with us to cook, clean and do the many things we didn't like to. I was telling them which were my bags when I turned to the funny sound coming from the guard to the side of me, his hands were on his throat, eyes were bulging.

"What on earth." I managed to say before he collapsed to the ground. A pool of blood soon formed around him.

What seemed like minutes were actually seconds, there were loud bangs, harsh flashes of light, screams that stopped abruptly, people seemed to just fall to the floor. A man grabbed me and threw me to the ground, quickly binding my hands behind my back, screaming in my ear not to move. Judy and Julia were soon forced beside me; both were sobbing with fear.

I turned my head to the side to try and work out what was happening. I saw one of the maids be slapped to the ground then dragged up by her hair. Her shirt was ripped open, exposing a breast, she was dragged off screaming for help.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, the loud bangs and flashes stopped, even the screaming died down. The shouting grew into firm commands; more people were pushed to the ground beside us.

"Celia!" Jack shouted I called his name. "I'll get us out of this!"

His words were followed by the sounds of a punch, this brought on a bout of wailing, which ceased the second a voice shouted for it to end.

Hours went by, somehow, I fell asleep to be woken by a kick in the side, a man with a gun pulled me to my knees. I quickly looked around, seeing my husband across the room, his face was a mess, he'd been beaten badly. I stifled a cry and tried to get his attention, but he looked to the floor.