Fair Trade

"I have more in my suitcase," Michelle replied.

Right after she had said it Michelle regretted what she had said. She knew that what she had said was dumb and that it was some sort of nervous coping mechanism because she was obviously in shock. She shook her head and tried to clear her mind.

"Do something David! For fuck sake do something! I'm your wife goddamit!" she screamed.

"Yeah do something David. Go ahead and do something," Brin sniggered.

David was slim and fit; but gym membership fit, not weightlifter fit. The two bikers had packed-on bulk that was all muscle, no fat; they would tear him apart in a fight.

David bowed his head and choked out a sob.

"Just as I thought," Brin chuckled.

"Hey David! See that poster there? Did your wife pose for that; is that her ass and legs?" Brin turned David's face towards the wall where the fading posters hung.

He pointed at the Hanes Underall pantyhose poster featuring the buttocks and thighs of a woman clad in sheer pantyhose with the slogan 'pantyhose & panties all in one'.

"I bet she's got an ass and legs at least as good as that bitch in the poster," Brin turned David's head and made him look at the poster.

"Well have you Michelle? Is your ass that good?" Kyle had hold of Michelle by the arm and the neck and he shook her when she didn't answer.

"Never mind; we'll find out soon enough. Brin why don't you make David comfortable," Kyle said to his partner.

Brin kicked David's feet out from under him and he fell hard on his ass into the chair.

"Oh god David please do something! Do something for god's sake!" Michelle whimpered.

"We're past that honey; just relax and this will all be over soon," Kyle turned her face to his.

David sat in the chair shaking with rage and fear. He knew what was about to happen and knew that he was helpless to stop it; he wished they'd take him to another room or even knock him out. He didn't want to witness what was to come.

"Ok lets get comfortable here, don't wanna fuck up those wedding clothes too much now do we?" Brin took off David's jacket with only a little struggle from David.

He hung it over the back of the second chair.

He reached into his back pocket and produced a handful of cable ties. David tried to fight when he saw them but Brin grabbed him by the throat and choked him until he nearly lost consciousness. David stopped struggling and Brin cable-tied his ankles to the legs of the chair and his wrists to arms. He took a boxcutter and put it on a table nearby.

He turned the chair to face the mattress.

"There, there. Now we're all set," Brin chuckled.

"Ok, take off the dress honey," Kyle whispered in Michelle's ear.

Michelle shook her head violently and began to cry.

"If you don't take off your dress I'm going to get that there boxcutter. Then I'm going to start cutting off little pieces of David until I get bored and then I'm going to cut you out of that dress. Or you can step out of it, fold it neatly, put on top of David's jacket and it will be nice and clean and unwrinkled for you after we finish," Kyle spoke into her ear loud enough for David to hear.

"Don't do it honey! Fight them; I can take the pain!" David cried.

Brin grabbed David's ear and twisted it. David squealed like a girl.

"What do you think he's going to do when I take to him with the boxcutter?" Kyle shook Michelle.

"Leave him alone! Leave him alone!" Michelle pleaded.

She reached behind her neck and took the zip in her fingers and unzipped her dress. It was a sleeveless and figure-hugging with a scoop neck. She caught the bodice it as it parted and held it in front of her breasts.

"Come on sugar; all the way off," Kyle teased her.

Michelle sobbed as she lowered the bodice and stepped out of the dress; carefully keeping it off the dirty floor. She folded the garment and placed it on top of David's jacket hanging on the back of the chair. She crossed her hands over her chest, crossed her legs and hung her head in shame. David was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Jesus!" Brin walked over to the wall where the soiled green satin panties were hung on display and snatched them down.

He stormed back to David and pushed them into his mouth.

"There! Now that hubby is gagged he won't spoil our fun," Brin lifted Michelle's chin so the she had to look at him.

David nearly choked on the panties stuffed in his mouth; but with some effort he was able to control his gag reflex. The panties tasted of stale vaginal secretions and dried semen; even in the dangerous situation he was in right now he couldn't help but wonder if Stephanie, the alleged owner of the panties was attractive. Had she been fucked on the mattress in the corner? Had she liked it or had she been forced? His subconscious summoned up the picture of a girl, her legs high in the air, kicking, high heels dangling from her feet as a man lay rutting between her legs; her green satin panties pushed aside as he fucked her.

"Ok. Let's stop with the modesty now shall we. Put your hands by your side, lift your head and uncross your legs," Kyle said to Michelle.

She did as she was told and uncrossed her legs, dropped her hands, and stared defiantly at the ceiling.

Brin and Kyle circled Michelle; appraising her.

"Goddamn David you got a fine piece of ass here; there is no doubt that this is a fair trade," Kyle mocked him.

David's eyes were wide with panic and terror as he watched the two rough bikers circle his pretty wife now dressed only in her lingerie and heels.

Michelle had worn fifteen denier flesh-toned sheer to the waist seamless pantyhose under her tight dress and transparent, whispy-thin, full-cut nylon panties over them to hide any visible panty line. She didn't want to spoil the lines of her dress and had nearly decided to go to the wedding sans panties but decorum dictated otherwise. Her brassiere was equally diaphanous; being childless her breasts were still pert and needed little support.

"Nah! She ain't as good as the model on the wall wearing those Hanes Underalls," Brin jeered.

Michelle knew it was absurd, but she couldn't help feeling offended that the bikers thought the saggy-assed bitch in the poster had a better derriere and legs than her.

"What do you think David? Nothing to say?" Brin teased.

"Well I'll tell you her legs and ass ain't as good as that chick... they're better!" he sniggered.

"So who's going first brother?" Kyle asked Brin.

Michelle suddenly couldn't breathe; she thought she was going to pass out.

"You go first Kyle; I don't mind watching," Brin spun the chair with Michelle's dress and David's coat draped over the back around and straddled it.

Kyle circled Michelle admiring her. She had a voluptuous figure, wide at the hips, slim waist, a little belly bulge, and pert breasts but her best assets were her legs and ass. Her buttocks were plump and firm and her legs long and shapely, accentuated by the sheer pantyhose. He stopped in front of her and forced her to face him; her face was beautiful, shoulder-length, bob-cut black hair with bangs resting above her smoky eyes. She'd had her makeup done professionally before setting out; long mascaraed lashes, manicured eyebrows, heavy black eyeliner, rouged cheeks and bright red lipstick. She wore an emerald encrusted choker necklace, matching earrings and bracelets on her wrists. On her left hand she wore emerald engagement and eternity rings either side of her wedding band.

Kyle lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips; Michelle shuddered.

"You probably shouldn't be wearing that wedding band while we do what we do Michelle; pretty sure its against your wedding vows," Kyle said sarcastically.

"Please don't," Michelle begged when he ripped the rings off her finger.

"Here David; look after these for your wife while I fuck her," Kyle sniggered and dropped the jewellery into David's lap.

David was still sobbing, tears running down his cheeks.

"Ok enough small talk," Kyle made his way back over to Michelle.

"One last thing. I'm serious about the boxcutter; if you try to hurt me or try to escape I'll use it on David and make you watch. Got it?" he grasped her hair and lifted her face.

Michelle nodded.

"Good, lets get started," Kyle took off his clothes and let them fall to the dusty floor.

His body was ripped and tanned with very little hair but his jet-black mane was long and well groomed. His eyes were dark and he had handsome chiselled features. He also had an enormous erection; at least seven inches long and with plenty of girth; it curved upwards slightly and a little dewy gobbet of precum had formed at the tip of the glans.

Michelle didn't want to look at him naked but she couldn't help doing so; when she saw the size of his manhood she trembled in fear.

Kyle entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled Michelle's face to his. He began to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers and then forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Michelle did not fight him and didn't try to bite him either; her mouth was moist and sweet and Kyle took his time kissing her, pulling her body close to his. She remained complaint but inanimate; she didn't want to do anything that would enrage Kyle but she was repulsed by what he was doing to her. Kyle pressed his cock against her belly, enjoying the feel of his tender flesh against the gusset of her silky pantyhose. Michelle felt the heat of his phallus pressing on her stomach and her gorge rose; she forced it back which was difficult because Kyle was kissing her passionately.

Michelle's arms hung loosely at her sides and Kyle took her hand in his and guided it to his erect penis, stepping back a little to make room. Michelle was relieved that Kyle had stopped kissing her but repulsed at the notion of having to touch him. When he placed her hand on his cock she reluctantly wrapped her fingers loosely around it.

It was hot and felt like it was throbbing; she was surprised by its girth. Kyle rocked back and forth letting his cock slide in and out of Michelle's fingers.

"Hey David! Your wife is wanking me! She's pretty fucking useless at it too but we will fix that," Kyle turned to David, tormenting him.

"Ok bitch quit fucking around! You take that meat and stroke it properly!" Kyle hissed.

Michelle sensed the genuine menace in Kyle's voice and to protect her husband and hopefully get the ordeal over with quickly she gripped Kyle's cock between her fingers and began to stroke it. She worked the precum along the shaft as her fingers slid up and down the smooth shaft and over the delicate fraenulum and glans. Kyle growled with pleasure and took her other hand and made her cup his scrotum. He glared at her and shook his head warning her not to try to injure his testicles.

Michelle silently nodded her consent as a single tear fell from her cheek. She gently squeezed and massaged Kyle's scrotum as she masturbated him, alternating featherlight strokes of her fingers with a heavy twisting grip to maximise his pleasure. Her vain hope was to bring him off in her hand and save any further indignity.

"Looks like your wife gives a great handjob afterall there David; she seems to have a calling for it," Brin cackled and slapped David on the back.

"Go on look at her boy; ain't she something?" Brin jeered.

David couldn't help but open his eyes. Before him was a tall voluptuous, sexy woman standing legs slightly apart wearing sexy sheer nylons, whispy panties and bra, and high heels; her long legs, tight bubble-butt, slim waist and pert breast were a sight to behold. Her heavily made-up face was beautiful but tormented as she used her hands to masturbate the handsome tanned muscled biker.

Kyle narrowed his eyes and purred with pleasure as Michelle gripped his cock and stroked his scrotum; he rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the feeling of Michelle masturbating him. He stepped forward and Michelle gasped as he began to nuzzle her neck while she stroked his hard cock. She expected him to bite her but he nipped and kissed her soft skin playfully and used his tongue in a circular motion.

She repressed the urge to respond; her neck was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones; but when he started to stroke her thigh she had to repress a gasp.

Kyle liked the feel of the woman's firm thighs clad in the diaphanous pantyhose; he ran his fingers gently up and down them for a while enjoying the sensation whilst Michelle continued to stroke his cock. He worked his hands up further; right to the very top of Michelle's thighs and pressed his lips against hers and began to kiss her again. The feel of her hands on his manhood, the scent of her perfume, her soft lips against his, the slinky tautness of her nylon-sheathed thighs were immensely arousing and he groaned with pleasure.

Michelle stood still and let Kyle stroke her thighs and explore her mouth with his tongue whilst she slid her fingers up and down the shaft of his long thick penis and caressed his scrotum.

Brin had become excited watching them and had shucked out of his clothes; he sat naked, watching the show, stroking his own huge phallus.

David hung his head with shame but couldn't stop himself from looking up now and then; watching his wife being molested by the biker.

Kyle's fingers found the crease where the top of Michelle's thigh joined her torso and the laced edge of her flimsy panties. His fingers continued on up to her waist and then slid across the waistband of her panties. Her panties didn't quite come to the top of her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and he enjoyed the contrast of tactility between the silky soft pantyhose and the feathery lace of the waistband of her panties.

Michelle flinched and frowned; Kyle was getting close to her sex and she unconsciously tried to pull away from him. Kyle smiled around her lips and held her still. His fingers began to slide down the front of her whispy translucent panties, the fabric gliding across the diaphanous sheer pantyhose gusset.

Michelle gasped when he found her pubic mound. She slammed her legs shut and Kyle sniggered.

He bit her earlobe.

"Open them bitch or its boxcutter time," he whispered.

Michelle sobbed as she opened her legs slightly and Kyle found her sex with his fingers.

Even through two layers of flimsy fabric he could feel that she was wet.

Kyle pulled Michelle to him and held her close, driving his tongue into her mouth, crushing his lips on hers as his fingers stroked her mound through her underwear. He pressed his index finger into the folds of her vagina and found her clitoris and began to stroke it with a circular motion.

Michelle cried out in shame and humiliation and struggled to get free; releasing Kyle's penis but she was no match for Kyle's strength. He pulled her against him and worked his fingers in the folds of her cunt through the double-layer of satiny sheer material.

Michelle wailed as Kyle worked his fingers into the folds of her labia, expertly caressing her clitoris and sliding a finger into her vagina, pushing the sleek panty and pantyhose material inside her. She shimmied, trying to force his hand from her crotch but all that did was increase the delightful feeling that were radiating from her sodden sex.

Kyle smirked maliciously.

"The bitch is getting wet Brin," he sniggered.

"Let's get rid of there shall we," Kyle roughly pulled down Michelle's panties and threw them over to Brin who deftly caught them.

Brin sniffed them and then wrapped them around his cock and continued to slowly stroke it.

"Come here bitch!" Kyle growled.

Keeping his hand between her legs Kyle dragged Michelle over in front of her husband.

"Check this out David; your wife is getting wet for me," Kyle said, tormenting David.

He spun Michelle around and made her bend over.

"Open your legs honey," Kyle kicked her feet apart.

"Check this out David," he grabbed David's scalp and forced his bowed head up.

David's face was only inches from his wife's nylon-swathed mound. As she was wearing seamless sheer-to-the-waist translucent pantyhose he could see how they encased his wife's firm round buttocks and clung to her pubic mound. Around her sex the fabric was darker, wet, glistening with vaginal secretions.

"I'm so sorry David, please forgive me, I hate what's happening to me," Michelle wailed.

"Look at that pussy juice David. Sure don't look like she hates it to me. I think your wife might be a whore," Kyle sniggered.

The pungent odour of his wife's sex assaulted David's nose, his anger boiled but he could only grunt into the gag and strain at the bonds holding him to the chair.

"Whoa there fella! Don't go giving yourself a heart attack," Kyle smirked.

Kyle kept Michelle bent over; pushing down on her back while he worked his fingers into her sex; stroking her labia and circling the nub of her clitoris; Michelle's legs shook and her knees began to buckle.

As much as she tried, she couldn't stop the waves of pleasure exuding from her cunt. She bit her lip to prevent a moan.

"Look's like this filly is just about ready to mount David; what do you think?" David shook his head violently and struggled so hard that the chair nearly tumbled over.

"Oh god no! Please don't!" Michelle pleaded.

"Been as I got you all bent over and presented just right; I think I'll fuck you right here in front of David," Kyle cackled.

"No! No! No!" Michelle wailed.

Kyle ignored her and held her bent over with one arm pressing down on her back and the other under her belly pulling her to him. Michele writhed and struggled and sobbed but all that did was excite Kyle. His cock was rubbing on her gossamer-clad buttocks as she shimmied and shook. Inevitably his cock found its was into the crevice of her buttocks and then all he had to do was push forward and it nestled in her sex.

Michelle stopped struggling when she felt Kyle's cock pushing at her labia. She was so traumatised that she couldn't move. Tears ran down her face and she silently wept.

"Here we go kid," Kyle pushed his hips forward and his cock slid into Michelle's sodden sheath.

Encased in the fabric of her nylons, the satiny material covering his cock as it slid inside Michelle's tight cunt added to Kyle's pleasure and he groaned.

David whimpered into the soiled panties in his mouth; he felt worthless and degraded watching the biker fuck his wife.

Kyle couldn't get any more of cock inside Michelle because her pantyhose were constricting him. The silken material being stretched across Michelle's mound, into her labia and over her sensitive clitoris further aroused Michelle; she shivered as little darts of pleasure issued from her cunt.

"Now your wife informs me that she has spares in her suitcase so I hope you won't mind if I tear these a little; after all we did promise that we wouldn't fuck up your wedding clothes too much. Is that ok David?" Kyle sniggered.

David's head was bowed; he didn't want to watch his wife being degraded any further.

"If you don't look at me I'm going to cut off your eyelids David," Kyle snapped.

David lifted his head.

"Good; now I'm just gonna make a little hole here David... there we go," Kyle snagged the nylon gusset covering his cock and it sprang free.

He buried his cock right up to the hilt in Michelle's tight wet cunt.

"Ok David here we go! Yahoo!" Kyle held Michelle by the hips and began to vigorously fuck her.

He slammed his cock in and out of her, enjoying the feeling of her tight snatch gripping his engorged cock. Kyle's cock was longer and thicker than her husbands, and it was grinding on her g-spot; waves of pleasure issued forth from her sex and Michelle bucked and ground against Kyle, pretending that she was fighting him but subconsciously increasing her pleasure.

Kyle felt Michelle's vagina get wetter and palpitate, clinging to his penis, massaging it as he fucked her. He took one hand off her hips and reached around between her legs and stroked her clitty.