One night when she was drunk she called me since we'd hooked up in the past -- she wanted to get laid, didn't want to call her ex and didn't want to j...st find some random guy at a bar.We had become decent friends at the time. Like I said, I hadn't been laid in months, she was pretty hot and we'd had sex a few times before. I drove over immediately and had a great time. Now here I was driving while talking to her again, but this time the conversation wasn't going to have such a happy ending. I. Eric was behind me filming and said that nowit was his turn. I said no way but he sort ofblackmailed me by saying that if I didn’t let him fuckAllison he would show everyone in the neighborhood thevideo. He held onto the camcorder as he filmed it fromhis perspective and went to town on my wife. After a few seconds of hard pounding he said her pussywas too loose now and was going to fuck her ass. I hadnever fucked her ass before so seeing my neighbor popmy wife’s ass cherry was. Her last touch was to hang a large digital clock to thewall on my left.Then the men started to arrive. Men! As in five of them! "Ok guys, I wantto do this in one shot if we can," she starts to tell them, "we canalways do a retake if needed but the first will be live streamed and yourloads will be bigger first time round." Live streamed? I had not knownthat. "So here's the deal: first one up, do what you want as the timerwon't start until you cum," she continued prepping them, "but the rest. ." Anna-Brooks whimpered, her mouth hanging open as he now moved her up and down, rising and then falling back down onto the cock that owned her. "What is she?" another slow pump as before. “Who owns you?” I pulled her firmly down onto me, digging myself in. She moaned loudly this time, staring at my cock in the mirror stretching her cunt. "Yours. I belong to you." Another slow pump, and Anna-Brooks said in a pleading tone “I’m yours, Mr. Mike Roberts. You OWN my pussy, now PLEASE fuck me…”.