We always kept our phones on the chargers when we were in the house.I forced myself to be calm as I walked in, scanning the crowd of guests for my wif....I didn't see her, nor did I see the 5 assholes. The cold pit had spread to my legs and arms now, but I somehow held it together. I asked some of her coworkers if they'd seen Latisha recently. None had, apparently, until I reached Cindy Newton."Hey, Cindy. Do you know where Latisha is?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice and. I knew he would be insistent, although Ana had told him clearly that she was a married woman…As I was not yet aware of that situation, another picture was sent.This time I could see my wife eating her food, the picture had been clearly taken by someone else. The night wore on, until I received a message from an unknown number.It was Peter, thanking me for letting him take my wife out for the night; the bastard added that he would do his best to keep her entertained.Ten minutes later I received. He slipped his finger under the edge of them and along the slit there. His finger slid easily along the wet skin there, and then quickly dipped down to rub the clit hidden amongst her folds. Alyssa sighed with pleasure as he gently stroked her. She leaned back against his stout chest, spreading her legs to allow him fuller access. His touch was firm and sure as he rubbed her now very hard clit. The little sighing noises she made were lost, mingling with the sounds of other people crying out to. Get it to me by tonight."I was lying. I make over $200,000 a year. 10,000 was nothing but I knew that Tasheka'd never stop. However, I didn't have an option. I had a wife, a house and a dog. I withdrew 10,000 and delivered it promptly to the fat whore I had been fucking for last 5 years, since I was 19. Tasheka laughed as I handed her the envelop. Then she stripped and we fucked. As I entered her large, wet pussy, she kissed me deeply."Fuck my cunt tonight. I want to feel you cum in my pussy.