Staring forward, Marcie reached behind her and started unzipping the dress. She thrust out her chest as she found the zipper and the view shifted to a...close up of the firm cleavage. Then quickly back to the side view. The slinky dress fell to the floor leaving my wife in a lacy bra and matching thong panties. What a great body Marcie had! I wasn't even aware that I was slowly stroking my cock.The front view panned down her body and back up.I was confused but Goddam it! She was so sexy! I slid. She listened as a group of strange men bid over being the first to fuck her in her mouth, cunt and ass. There was a fourth round of bidding, this one more intense than any of the others for some unknown prize and it terrified her that she didn’t know what inspired such excitement among the men.Once the bidding was finished two big burly men came in and released her from her restraints. She struggled in an attempt to get free to no avail and soon her arms were bound behind her back. Her wrists. My name is Phenix, I’m twenty-eight years old, I’m a carpenter by trade and I live in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee. I’m getting married next weekend to the love of my life Laura. My wife to be, Laura and I decided to abstain from sex for three months leading up to our wedding day as a way to prepare ourselves and as a bit of a sacrifice. I am Catholic (I have a tattoo of the cross on my left arm) and I’m an active member of my church. This is my confession.It was a Sunday afternoon,. The message with it simply said “This could be yours for the night”.“Did you reply to him?” I asked.“Yes.” and she scrolled down on her phone. “Only if can let my husband be around.” And then she scrolled down again, “Does he like to be cuckold” and again, “I don’t know, I guess I could ask him.”“Well? What do you think?” I was speechless, but managed to say, “OK, when?”“Tomorrow night, I said we would be down the pub, a quick drink to see if you are OK with him and then back here.”Well that.